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MAKE THE PACT ? YES . > NO . ( DC . 200 : PERSUASION )

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10th prompt of Yeehawgust, Undead Cowboy

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y’all, Neal Illustrator’s vers of Poseidon n Zeus are giving me,,,,,,, thoughts. Lots of Ody’ involved thoughts :D. specifically masochistic, power-shifting, and wound fucking thoughts—

[crushedsweets]

They multitask (being evil and cute)

[serickswrites]

Hi it's me again, I've been on the team/ team leader whump lately and I freaking love it! It's just ah so good!!! Ok there's a lyric that has been stuck in my head for days "One down one to go, just another bullet in the chamber" and I think you can deliver!

We are talking about team/ team leader whump and torture, forced to watch situation, of course you can add more.

The concept is: Whumper has already shot someone from the team and now the rest of them need to choose who will get shot next so they can be free and team leader steps in to stop this and save them even though they are weak from the torture. Of course it ends in blood. If that blood belongs to whumper or team leader it's up to you. Of course you can add more if you want to.

That's what I'm thinking but I know you can do much, much better than my description XD

Keep up the good work 🖤

I most certainly can write this for you, my friend! Team whump is just so good! Please enjoy!

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, forced to watch, blood, injuries, wounds, gunshot wound, gun, bleeding out, self sacrifice, unclear character status, fade to black, head injury

Team Leader was having a difficult time focusing on Whumper's words. They were having a difficult time focusing on their team's words. They were having a difficult time focusing on much of anything after the torture they endured. But they knew they needed to pay attention.

"You....that!" Teammate Two's words faded in and out.

"Let....go.....head!" Smallest Teammate was closer, but still their words were missing. Smallest Teammate's hand was on their back, rubbing gently.

What had they missed?

They could feel the chains around their wrists still locked into place. Could feel the blood drying on their cheek. The pain in their head was dull and pounding. The ground was cold, but firm beneath their cheek. How did they get on the ground?

Whumper had spent the better part of the morning--afternoon?--beating them. And it was better Whumper beat them than the rest of the team. Better they endure the torture, the pain, than the rest of the team. They had to keep their team safe.

Team Leader groaned as they tried to sit up.

"Looks...they....just fine," Whumper's words sounded like they were underwater, but Team Leader knew they caught more of Whumper's words.

"Team Leader," Smallest Teammate said gently, "lay back down."

"'m fffine," Team Leader slurred as the world tilted on its axis. They lurched forward, but righted themself quickly.

"See, they're fine." Whumper beamed as they stalked over to Team Leader. Before Team Leader could say anything, Whumper grabbed their chin and lifted their head. "Just fine. Little blood, but fine."

Team Leader pulled back, almost falling over as Whumper released their face. "What'd I missss?" They blinked, trying to clear the dizziness.

Smallest Teammate's face was tight as they glanced back to Teammate Two. Team Leader followed their gaze, their mouth going dry as they saw Teammate Two trying desperately to stop the bleeding in Teammate One's leg.

"What 'pened?"

"I did," Whumper said proudly, waving their gun in front of Team Leader's face. "Teammate One wasn't the lucky one in the last round of roulette. But they'll be fine. I didn't shoot to kill."

"Fuck you," Teammate One hissed through clenched teeth. They were pale, but still upright.

"And now I'm going to be even nicer to all of you! I'm going to give you a chance to vote. Vote on this, and I'll free all of you! I have another bullet in the chamber. One last bullet," Whumper tapped the gun to their chest, "for one of you. I won't shoot anyone else. Except this one person. But you, as a team, get to decide who's bullet it is."

"We're not going to vote on that, fuckhead!" Teammate Two growled.

"It's freedom for all of you! Well," Whumper smirked, "most of you. Just one little vote. One little vote and three of you will walk out of here."

Smallest Teammate's grip on Team Leader's shoulder tightened, "I won't be complicit in our torture."

The world around Team Leader swam in and out of focus again. They were having difficulty keeping everything straight. The room erupted in a cacophony of sound as the team and Whumper argued, hurling insults at each other. Team Leader couldn't shake the dizziness. They had to get it all to stop. But the shouting reached a crescendo and all they knew they had to stop Whumper.

"Me," Team Leader said, though they weren't sure how loudly.

The shouting and arguing died down. Whumper cocked their head as they stared at Team Leader? "You, what, Team Leader?"

Smallest Teammate opened their mouth to say something, but Team Leader didn't let them speak. "The bullet is for me. Shoot me."

"No!"

"Don't even think about it!"

"We can't let you!"

Team Leader appreciated their team's shouts and refusal. They couldn't let anyone be tortured. So they volunteered. And had passed out. Whumper had taken advantage of that. They couldn't stand to let another member of their team be hurt. Be shot. Especially when the rest of the team could walk free. It was an easy decision to make.

Whumper smiled. "Are you sure, Team Leader? You aren't looking so hot as it is."

"We don't agree to this vote!" Teammate Two said quickly.

"You don't get a vote," Team Leader said softly as they pulled out of Smallest Teammate's grip. They weren't sure when Whumper would fire and they didn't want to risk Smallest Teammate. Whumper had said they hadn't tried to kill Teammate One, but Team Leader wasn't sure how true that was.

"Team Leader! Please--"

The bullet took Team Leader just to the right of center of their chest. The fire ripped through them, throwing them to the ground. They couldn't breathe around the pain as they stared up at the ceiling. Team Leader's hot blood pooled on the hollow in their throat and beneath them. They could hear the team shouting. Could hear Whumper's laugh. Could hear their own choking as blood filled their mouth.

Though the fire of the bullet ripped through them, and their blood was wet and hot, Team Leader was impossibly cold. They blinked up at the ceiling as darkness edged their vision.

Their team was safe. Whumper wouldn't shoot any of them. Team Leader gasped for air even as the tension began to drain from their body. Their team was safe. Team Leader fought against the darkness. Fought against the waiting abyss.

"Please......keep.....open," Smallest Teammate's voice sounded miles away. Team Leader knew Smallest Teammate had to be close by. Felt Smallest Teammate's warm hand on their cheek. Felt their body be moved by someone--Smallest Teammate?--until they were sprawled across someone's lap. Felt many hands on their body. Heard many voices.

And though Team Leader realized Smallest Teammate was crying, was begging them to keep their eyes open, Team Leader couldn't. They were so tired. Their body hurt. They couldn't breathe. And the darkness was right there. The quiet, gentle dark.

"Please," Smallest Teammate's voice pierced through the darkness once more.

But it was too far for Team Leader. Too far and too late. Their team was safe. They would find a way out. Whumper wasn't going to shoot any more of them. Relief flooded Team Leader once more. Team Leader let themselves slip gently into the awaiting dark. The team was safe.

[latenightsundayblues]

TW: Eye injury, facial scars

Here it is, a messy little demonstration of what I think Stu's face would look like after the events of the first movie if they had survived (well, more like a bunch of ideas hastily stapled together and digitalized). I took some creative liberties, like Stu only having injuries on the left side of his face due to trying to shield it from the TV and the pattern of the scars bc it looks cooler. I really can't decide if he should only have the scar cutting over his lips or just a whole chunk of his cheek missing and exposing his teeth lol (please open the image Tumblr's about to make this one extra crunchy with fries on the side)

And.... Here's Billy. He gets a participation trophy.

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in mourning

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Did an experiment doodle w the ibis paint colors and no sketch.

Usagi meets a certain triangle we know and love!

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Jake Gyllenhaal as Master Sgt. John Kinley in Guy Ritchie's The Covenant (2023) (Part One)

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hey, so! i didnt realize how blood the final battle in demon slayer is! luckily the blood only took me an extra TWO HOURS . MAKING THIS A WHOPPING 13 HOUR PIECE?? theres even a third, bloodier version thats more canon accurate :( this is not how the scene goes in my head, but it's still cute... ione throws herself between sanemi and muzan and gets her lower, right leg cut off. i did draw the wrong leg amputated but i am not willing to go back and change it hgjfkdg

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May edit this at some point but have both normal and DF version :)

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Ghosts of the past

Inspired by the song "мкАД" by IC3PEAK, listen to this, you don't need to know the language to feel the vibe

The version without blood (kinda):

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omg…………..

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Tw for gore and medical talk

So we (probably) know that Alastor died from a gunshot wound to the head, and that hunting dogs may or may not have been involved right?

But we don't know the details

See a lot of people assume that a bullet to the head = instant death but in fact we really only need certain parts of the brain to live. Those parts are mostly located at the lower back of the head, far away from the frontal lobe

So consider with me, Alastor is shot straight on in the forehead with a .22 hunting rifle, the bullet enters his head and either bounces around in his skull, turning his brain to paste

Or

It exits somewhere through the parietal bones or upper occipital, leaving him alive if rather scrambled. Intracranial pressure increasing as he bleeds into his brain.

Alastor then slowly loses consciousness on the forest floor as a pack of snarling hunting dogs closes in around him, sealing their bared teeth as his final memory

For added angst, he lives a while even after losing consciousness

He is brought to his mother, who holds his hand as he takes his last stuttering agonal breaths, completely oblivious to the fact that she's by his side

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Febuwhump Day 14: Blood-stained Tiles

warnings: blood, arrow wound, decapitation, death

this is a followup to day 11 (alt 8): killing game