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They’re talking about ochako and deku (god i love her so much 🥺🥺)
#art#digital art#sketch#toga my beloved /p#lil sis toga#bnha#mha#bnha oc#mha oc#boku no hero academia#my hero academia#himiko toga#toga himiko#oc: misery#oc: makoto hideki
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i'd imagine misery to be like sadness's super sickly grandpa. hes literally the personification of agony
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Everyone have demons; which one is yours...
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#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate III#bg3#gigilgate#oc: misery#baldur's gate oc#bg3 tav#baldurs gate tav
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My dear friend, @thebookwormgal commissioned @mebssann for a little comic page of highlights from a one shot D&D session she ran for me and my partner, @beautiful-delirium.
Featuring my baby boy Creed Dalkon, a twilight cleric of Tymora, and Zelda's character Misery, a grave cleric of Kelemvor.
#AAAAAAAA#LOOK AT THEM#LOOK AT MY BABY BOY!!!#yes he is serenading a goose dont question it#oc: creed dalkon#oc: misery#friends ocs#dungeons and dragons#d&d art#d&d
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[Toon x Mobster] Sir toon and his loyal men.
This comes WAAYY way after Gavriel and Jack's relationship really takes off.
The other members were initially very against Gavriel and Jack's relationship, Gavriel Huffman included. However, Jack is eventually able to earn the respect of the other mobsters after proving himself able to protect both their boss [Gavriel] and the other members of their group, time and time again.
They swore to do him favors and other errands as a compensation for his benevolence. Jack himself didn't mean for this to happen, he just didn't want anyone to get hurt and his kind heart has won the group over in turn.
#toon x mobster#jack desmond#oc#ocs#original character#original characters#oc art#original character art#my drawing museum#la la la#so the power of friendship really does work!!#:D#this is another magma drawing btw HEHEW I LOVE MAGMA#MSpaint and Magma holding hands with me in the middle#I was supposed to upload a video this day and keep this post on hold to upload later but...#my internet died. argh.#I'm using phone data to post a draft (pain and misery) because the video is on my laptop
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i kid you not this came to me in a dream last night Blaze Sonic Fusion their name is Bullet cause i think im hilarious
#i swear to god ive had like 5 sonic related dreams in the last 38 hours someone put me out of my misery#theres an alt version where they have a peaked cap but its lowkey ooc#sth#sonic the hedgehog#sonic oc#blaze the cat#sonic series#my art
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one of the other jobs at the factory is extermination !! their jobs are to protect the workers from any monsters some of them enjoy their job, some of them dont
#those monsters might be workers they've previously protected in the past#but they're not the same people they used to be right??#he said they have no minds of their own anymore#its best to put them out of their misery#oc#oc art#candy contagia#guys..#they kind of look like#am#among#among u
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🌧️ "Misery loves company." 🌧️
((ArtFight revenge art on @artist-of-obsessions! Featuring their lovely character, Mr. Misery~))
#my art#ArtFight 2024#Team Stardust#Toonkind#Mr. Misery#other people's OC's#I swear this fella makes my art brain go brrrrrr#like I was thinking of which character to draw for Obby#and the MOMENT I think about Mr. M my brain just went#D I N K!!#IMMEDIATELY HIT WITH IDEA -AND- INSPIRATION#(lovingly) love you Mr. M you delightful bastard
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Misery - Part Two
Based on Misery by Stephen King
Stuck in the mountains, you foolishly decide to drive through a blizzard. The man that drags you from your wrecked car brings you to his cabin and patches you up. But as the snow piles up outside, you start to suspect that your rescuer's intentions may be far from pure.
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The thing that brought you straight from unconsciousness and howling into the world of the living was your shoulder. In the bleary haze after you crashed, you were hurting in so many places that you couldn't have focused on an individual ache even if you tried.
It wasn't until the stranger popped your arm back into place that you realised it was dislocated at all.
You woke up with your shoulder and upper back a sharp, aching mess. You also woke up screaming.
"Easy, easy there ma'am. Hush now, you can take it."
The stranger's thick drawl was right next to your ear and you turned your head to find his hands on your upper arm.
You groaned. "I'm suffering enough without being insulted."
You tried to sit up and a host of new pains made themselves very known. You slumped back with a small gasp.
"I may look rough, but I am nowhere near old enough to be a ma'am, thank you very much."
To your surprise, he laughed. And if you weren't becoming intimately aware of your pain tolerance, you would have realised what a nice laugh he had.
"Hell, if you're this lively after I gave you morphine, I'm terrified to find you sober."
The man next to you was slowly taking shape out of the halos of light that streaked your vision. Grey eyes, that was the first thing you noticed. A kind of gunmetal grey that you would have found frightening if he hadn't been smiling.
"Oh, I've never had morphine before."
If you were hurting this much after getting doped up on pain meds, a part of you was terrified about them wearing off. A smaller part of you worried terribly about how much he'd given you. The rest of you however, was succumbing to the deep sleep that banged up bodies seem to demand.
Dimly you realised the stranger had stood up and was about to walk away. You thought of your car in the snow and your body hunched over the steering wheel, blood dripping little by little onto the floorboards.
Your hand shot out with a speed you didn't think yourself capable of and grabbed his wrist. The stranger stilled and looked down at you. Tall, that was the second thing you noticed.
"Please don't leave me."
You were falling asleep against your will and your voice was cracked with pain.
He wavered and then slowly sat down in the chair next to your bed.
"Alright then, I'll be right here. So you go on back to sleep."
Kind, that was the third thing you noticed about him.
As you fell asleep, your fingers stayed wrapped around his wrist. In that isolated cabin, with the wind driving snow down the chimney and rattling the hastily put up winter shutters, former USMC Corporal Andrew Wilkes smiled for the first time in six months.
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Waking up the second time was much slower and a whole lot less painful.
You opened your eyes to the watery light of early morning. A thousand different aches called for your attention. To start with, your left leg was a throbbing mass of low grade suffering. Everything below the knee felt stiff and bruised. No, sharper than just bruising. You would have to take a look for yourself later.
Your ribs felt tender, like you'd gone head to head with a kickboxer who harboured a very personal grudge.
Your shoulder however, was a thousand times better than last night.
You sat up slowly, the sheets rustling quietly. Your mind felt slow and groggy - it must have been the after effects of the morphine. You heard a quiet groan and froze.
The stranger was asleep on the armchair next to you, his upper body resting on the bed. You still had your hand clasped loosely around his wrist but at some point in the night he'd shifted and now his other hand was draped over yours.
His hands were nicked with a collection of little scars and his palms felt calloused with work, but they were warm and you found yourself comforted by that.
He was handsome too, with thick blond hair and a five o'clock shadow on his jaw. A raised scar carved a crescent on his cheekbone and without realising it, you reached out to touch it.
Your fingers must have been warm because he smiled just a little before he opened his eyes.
"Mornin' ma'am."
Was his voice always so deep or was it just sleep? You pulled your fingers away from his face with a jerk.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to disturb you."
He sat up slowly, rubbing his jaw with his free hand. You noticed he was wearing a courdroy jacket lined with sheepskin. For some reason, you thought it suited him perfectly.
"Ain't a bother. Besides, I'd be a damn shitty medic if I slept longer than my patient."
There was a faint clinking sound and you realised he was wearing a pair of dog tags on a chain around his neck.
"I'm Andy, by the way. Andy Wilkes."
You smiled. It felt strange to just now be learning his name, after you'd spent all night clutching onto his wrist.
"Y/N."
You cleared your throat, suddenly awkward despite your drowsiness.
"Thank you, for saving me. I would have died in the snow if you hadn't rescued me."
You looked into his eyes and then quickly away. Something about that gunmetal gray made you shiver.
"I owe you my life."
He was thoughtful for a moment.
"It was pure fate that I even saw your car way down in the trees. And good luck that I know enough first aid to fix you up."
He shrugged. "It ain't me you should be thanking."
"Still, others might not have stopped for a stranger."
He raised a brow and glanced down at the hand you still had clasped around his wrist. "How about you let me go and we call it even?"
Were you blushing? It sure felt like it, with the way your cheeks suddenly tingled. You let go like he was made of lava.
"Right. Um...Sorry about that."
He shot you a small smile. "Don't be. It was...nice."
He stood up and your half unconscious observation had been right - he really was tall. He was wearing Levi's and a pair of cowboy boots. There was a dark stain down his left leg and with a start you realised it was your blood. He hadn't even changed since bringing you here.
"You were banged up pretty bad. You should have some breakfast and then I can give you more pain medication."
You nodded eagerly. Your pain had faded a little when you spoke to him but it still throbbed throughout your body.
"And uhh..." He looked away from you and rubbed at his jaw. "I'll give you some clothes to change into."
He brought you a flannel shirt and a pair of sweatpants you felt sure to drown in. He set them on your nightstand and dragged open his first aid kit.
You raised a brow at the size of the thing. In addition to the regular bandages and disinfectant, he carried hypodermic needles, sutures and a whole host of injectable ampules. Is this how he had access to morphine?
"I used to be a medic, back when I was in the Marines." He smiled at you properly for the first time. "You're in good hands, I promise."
He put his fingers under your jaw and tilted your face towards him. You flinched as peeled back the gauze above your eyebrow.
"Let's get a good look at you - how are you feeling?"
You tried to smile and couldn't find the energy.
"It hurts."
"I'd be surprised if it didn't. This cut up here was pretty bad. You were bleedin' like crazy."
He dipped a cloth into a murky white antibacterial liquid and dabbed gently at the cut. He was close enough that you could see the pulse that beat in his neck.
"I've given you a few stitches up here. They seem to be holding fine."
"Stitches? Do you think it'll scar?"
He paused. "Maybe. But you're pretty enough that a little scar ain't gonna make a difference."
Okay, this time you were definitely blushing.
He bandaged you up again and his hands trailed down to your shoulders. From the look of him, you'd expect him to have a heavy touch, but he was careful and gentle.
"Shrug, maybe move around a bit."
You managed it, despite some stiffness.
"Good. We'll need to focus on working your shoulder a little everyday. Keep you limber as the swelling goes down."
"Yes, sir."
He tensed up for just a second before he continued.
"Any bruising or cuts you think I might have missed?"
"My ribs are hurting something awful."
"Lay down."
Good god, was he a natural at giving commands. You found yourself on your back without really realizing you moved. He lifted your shirt up and you flinched at the feeling of his hands on the soft skin of your belly.
"Take a deep breath for me."
You managed it without too much of a struggle.
"Good. Looks like it's just some bruising."
You noticed the lace of your bra peaking out from under your shirt at about the same time he did. He pulled his palm away from your waist like you scalded him and yanked down your shirt with none of the clinical professionalism with which be raised it.
He cleared his throat. "It's your leg I'm worried about."
He turned away from you to bend over your right foot, but not before you caught the redness creeping across his cheeks.
Your jeans were cut open to the knee and your ankle was a bulging monstrosity wrapped in layers and layers of bandages. He kept one hand wrapped around your calf as he worked and when you flinched away, he just tightened his grip and continued.
"It looks like a very nasty sprain. Grade 2 at least. Might take a few months to heal totally. For now though, you absolutely cannot walk on it."
He looked up at you as though to emphasise his point. "Any activity for the next few weeks will just set your healing back. Not to mention hurt like a bitch."
He sounded so mean when he swore that you dropped your eyes.
He straightened up. "From the look of things, I reckon you've bruised some of the bones in your calf too. So just keep off this leg."
"Ummm." You felt stupidly bashful with his hand still on your leg. "How am I supposed to move around?"
"Hmm. I might have an old crutch lying around here somewhere. If not, I'll just have to carry you."
He said it so damn casually, as if picking you up was the easiest thing in the world. You remembered how easily he got you out of your car and realised that to him, carrying you was just as easy as hauling wood or slinging a ruck on a march. Hell, easier maybe.
You were just a little afraid of his strength.
He nodded to the clothes he left beside you. "You try and change and I'll go and get your breakfast ready."
It was only after he'd closed the door behind him that you realised - he hadn't said anything about taking you to a hospital.
Next Chapter [coming soon]
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#yandere misery adaptation#yandere drabble#reader insert#yandere imagines#yandere noncon#yandere x reader#yandere drabbles#yandere scenarios#x reader#yandere#yandere oc
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my brainrot about these two can be measured in liters
#dreamworks trolls#trolls#ex bandmates#trolls oc#hed#les#my art#this drawing is very old already but i really wanted to write a oneshot to go with it#because i have story in my mind that led to this particular moment#but ALAS. no motivation for writing#lets just say he had a shit class meeting about their end of elementary school prom where he got singled out and everyone collectively...#...decided that he can't participate in the traditional dance because he's too short (unless. an asshole classmate proposed. he finds...#..a dancing partner in like the 2nd grade. and the class teacher looked thoughtful instead of reprimanding that student.)#basically no one not even his friends stood up for him and it made him feel like a class nuisance they were trying to sweep under the rug#living in vibe city made him such an outcast in general. he did a lot of crying over wanting to be a funk troll and fit in :((#and of course les would blame himself for every one of his problems#ughuguguhugh#i have shed physical tears thinking about these two idiots who can't let go of resentment for each other but also love each other so so muc#fuck i'm crying again#someone put me out of my misery
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Their comfort languages are physical touch. 💞💕 It’s what helps them both the most. Though, Tomura’s isn’t used to and isn’t always the best at consoling people or knowing what to say. So sometimes he just has this mouth agape, like a confused ass face. But he does care, and he does his best to show it. 🥹🥹💕💗
Also sleeping headcanon. Tomura is definitely a mouth-breather. He sleeps with his mouth open and definitely drools while asleep because of it. It’s okay ♡♡ Hideki does too. 🤭🤭💞
#art#digital art#oc x canon#oc x canon ship#self ship#bnha#mha#bnha oc#mha oc#fan oc#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#shigaraki tomura#tomura shigaraki#headcanons#🥹🥹 them#cri#shimura tenko#tenko shimura#ima simp for this man#oc: misery#oc: makoto hideki#self insert x canon#self insert ship
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damn bitches why you all look so stupid?!
(i will post bios someday... too lazy to write but they are all stupid hehehe)
#inside out#ocs#inside out oc#oc: misery#oc: pride#oc: doubt#oc: curiosity#oc: euphoria#fanart#pixar#IM NORMAL
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Mis·er·y /ˈmiz(ə)rē/- a state or feeling of great distress or discomfort of mind or body 🎵
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Miz'ri Abaeir || Lloth-Sworn Drow || Wizard || Dark Urge
yes I started the 2nd run yes
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collabed w @paradimeart on a silly (they did lines, I did colors)
#tachyon-art#collab art#transformers#maccadam#tfa#transformers oc#oc: eda of unicron#liege maximo#13 primes#Pathos ''Little Beepo's Misery is increasing'' of Unicron#thank you again charlie for the awesome lines !!!!!!
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