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[cuddlygoodboy]

keep thinking i must not be worth too much

[how-much-for-a-whump]

Kuruluş Osman 171. Bölüm

Prompt: "Captured & Tortured"

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[heartofmuse]

Life is teaching me,

You are teaching me,

I am grateful.

I will bend,

I will bow,

I will fall to my knees and feel the darkness and tears consume me,

Because it is necessary,

Because it's not wrong,

Because it teaches me something I need to know.

e.v.e.

[voidic3ntity]

under the blacklit glow of emulsified disintegration:

the trailing starlit smoldering is summoned forth,

upon the third strike, the altar of discontinuation,

beginning to shimmer, oppressive rainfall withers;

dimly lit tidal moonshine, imbued with the brilliance.

[macgyvermedical]

Can you give me an estimate on how much pain a compound fracture would cause, especially if other parts of the body are damaged within the break? Or is that too oddly specific?

Acute pain, like a broken bone, is highly dependent on the individual and their past experience of pain, so there's not really a good way to quantify how much pain any specific injury would cause.

The way we "quantify" pain in healthcare for comparison (usually a comparison of before* a medication vs after) is on a scale of 0, being no pain, and 10, being the worst pain the person has ever experienced. You might have heard it "the worst they can imagine", but honestly I don't find this particularly helpful because it relies on both the person's pain history and their imagination instead of just their pain history.

The best I can do is ask you to think about what other experiences this character has had. If this is the worse thing that's ever happened to them, this could be their 10/10. If similar things happen to them a couple of times a year, it might be an 8 or 9 instead.

*skewed to around "4" and "7" because that's when the order says you can give pain medication.

[n0cturn4]

The Beauty who killed the Beast

Character: Jason Todd x Reader Summary:A deformed creature, marked by pain, battles between its inner beast and the memory of what it once was. He seeks her, offering her refuge. For a moment, she responds, but soon falls, succumbing to her end. He remains, trapped in pain and farewell. Word Count: 2458 Triggers: Blood

The laboratory doors opened with a metallic creak, echoing through the cold walls. Jason took a deep breath, trying to control the weight pressing against his chest. He had followed the clues for weeks, each darker than the last, until they all converged to this place. A decaying space where the smell of death and chemical experiments filled the air.

Inside, the lights flickered faintly, casting grotesque shadows projected by abandoned machines. In the center of the main hall, there was a cage. The metal bars were bent, some broken, as if something monstrous had forced them out of place. Dried blood stained the floor, tracing the path Jason now followed.

He found you at the back of the laboratory. A hunched creature, its muscles deformed, covering its body with pale, torn skin. Its claws, thick and sharp like obsidian blades, were dug into the concrete floor, leaving deep marks as it moved. The thick fur covering its body was tangled and stained with blood, mixing with the exposed flesh where the skin had been torn, as if the transformation process had destroyed everything human in it.

Its face, still vaguely human, was twisted by primal fury. Its nose had elongated into a wild snout, with sharp and irregular teeth jutting from its open mouth. The eyes, those eyes Jason recognized, were covered by a golden, fierce glow, as if the beast was always on the verge of losing control. The jaw, now exaggeratedly large and full of fangs, trembled slightly as a black, rough tongue passed over the teeth, staining them red.

The ears, once small and delicate, were now elongated, pointed like a wolf's, twitching with every sound that echoed through the room. The creature breathed heavily, its chest rising and falling with an almost animalistic sound. Every movement it made seemed like a warning, an imminent threat, as if its body were just waiting to strike. The claws, ready to tear through anything in its path, were deeply embedded in the cold, hard floor.

When you turned to face him, your four-fingered paws scraped against the metal with a sound that marked the room, as if the creature wanted to imprint its presence on the environment. A low, guttural growl escaped its throat, vibrating in the dense air, almost breaking the heavy silence. It was on high alert, a beast facing an intruder — but at the same time, something else seemed to shine in its eyes. Something Jason recognized. It wasn’t just savagery. It was a silent scream, a plea.

The muscles of its body, deformed by the transformation, contracted with a threatening force, and its posture showed off its sharp fangs, ready to pounce at any moment. The fur, mostly blackened and stained with blood, bristled with each heavy breath, forming a dark cloak that covered it entirely, hiding any trace of humanity. The creature before him was no longer the person he had known, but something pain and experience had forged — a monster whose origins he still tried to understand.

Fresh blood dripped from its mouth, painting its jaw with vivid red, a sign of its recent brutality. But as Jason looked closer, he noticed that its eyes, though glowing with inhuman intensity, still carried a spark of something familiar. A trace of what it had once been. Something within you was still there, hidden, fighting to break free from the beast it had become.

It lunged with a fierce roar, its feet smashing into the floor as its claws dug deeper, but Jason did not retreat. Instead, he stood firm, his breath slow and controlled. He knew that what stood before him wasn’t just a wild creature. It was you. The pain and loss of everything that had made you human were still there, latent, waiting to be touched.

"I know you're still here," Jason murmured, his tone soft, almost like a plea. "I see it in your eyes... I know you remember."

The creature hesitated, its growl softening, as if unable to understand what was happening. Its claws, once ready to strike, relaxed a bit. The internal struggle was visible in its posture. It wanted to attack, but something else inside it was holding it back. Maybe it was the memory. Maybe it was the pain.

Jason took a cautious step forward, steady, without rushing. His gaze locked onto its eyes, searching for the spark of humanity that still remained. He knew he couldn’t be impulsive. He needed you to know that there was still a chance.

Slowly, he raised his hand to its head. Its fur was rough, almost painful to the touch, but Jason didn’t mind. He let his hand rest there, a timid but genuine caress. The creature’s muscles relaxed, still tense, but less threatening. Its body slightly bent, as if something in its essence was beginning to give. The growl, once so fierce, now seemed more distant, more contained.

Jason kept his hand there, feeling the resistance of its body, but also the fragility of the situation. He knew the beast was still there, but for that brief moment, it seemed less wild, less uncontrollable.

"I won’t let you die like this," he whispered, his voice soft but full of conviction. "I came back for you.. and I won’t lose you."

He stood there for a few moments, his hand still resting on the creature’s head, watching it with a mix of compassion and caution. The silence that filled the space was heavy, as if even the air had frozen, waiting for a movement, a sound, something to guide them.

The creature, for its part, seemed to understand the gentleness of the touch, which somehow calmed it. Its muscles were still rigid, but now there was a small change. It leaned slightly, as if desiring his presence, a silent attempt to reconnect with what it had lost.

"I know you didn’t want this," Jason murmured, more to himself than to it. "I know that... this isn’t who you are."

But the words were still not enough to make the pain disappear. With each passing second, he saw more clearly how torn it was, both physically and emotionally. It wasn’t just a creature transformed by violence; it was a soul still struggling to understand what had happened to it. The internal struggle was obvious, and Jason felt his heart tighten as he realized how deep the abyss was that it was trying to cross.

It took another step forward, its golden eyes fixed on him, trying, with all its strength, to communicate something. The sound it emitted this time was clearer, but still a mumble of pain and frustration. "Jason... it... hurts..."

Jason couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The words came out with such clear pain that he almost felt it physically. It was trying to speak to him, trying to say what it needed, but the creature it had become made any attempt at clearer communication difficult.

"I know... I know it hurts," Jason said, his voice softer, trying to give it some comfort. He knew the pain wasn’t just physical. It was the internal battle to hold onto a piece of itself, a soul crushed by the beast that took over its body. "But I’ll help you, you’re not alone."

The creature shook its head, as if trying to deny it. The sound that came from its mouth was a low hiss, more like a sigh of agony. "I... can’t... go back?"

It was a silent question, more a wish than a doubt. Jason felt his throat tighten with the sadness that poured from those words. It wanted to go back. It wanted to be who it was before, to escape from that monstrous form. He could see it in its eyes, a desire to rescue the humanity it had lost.

"I don’t know if we can go back to what we were," Jason replied honestly, though the weight of those words felt like a sharp blade. "But I’ll help you. I’ll do whatever it takes."

It took another hesitant step, as if trying to reach him, searching for something. But fear and pain still dominated its movements, and it stopped again. Its eyes glimmered with deep internal conflict, and Jason could see clearly what was happening inside it. It was a brutal fight between the humanity that still remained and the monstrosity that threatened to swallow everything.

The silence stretched again, heavy like an endless night. Jason didn’t know what to do besides stand there, offering the only thing he could give — his presence, his silent promise not to abandon it. But he also knew that this struggle, between what it had been and what it had become, couldn’t be resolved all at once. It was a long journey, perhaps even one without end, and he would have to walk by its side at every step.

So, without more words, he lowered his hand and moved a little closer. The creature, though still cautious, did not retreat. On the contrary, it seemed to breathe more freely, as if simply being near him was the relief it needed, even if it didn’t know how to explain it. Jason slowly knelt down, his eyes never leaving hers.

"I won’t leave you alone in this," he said, with an unexpected softness. "It may not be easy, it may not be fast, but I’ll be here. We’ll get through this together."

The creature, with teary eyes, slowly nodded, as if accepting the promise, even though the words were still out of its reach.

Jason then extended his hand once again. And this time, it didn’t hesitate. Though its fingers were still rough and its claws sharp, it touched him lightly, as if trying to anchor itself in that moment, in that touch, as if it were the last anchor of humanity it still possessed.

Jason’s heart skipped a beat as the creature’s rough hand brushed against his, a fragile connection in the midst of chaos. He could feel its desperation, its silent plea for something more than just survival. But before either of them could react further, the sound of boots pounding against the cold concrete echoed in the distance. A harsh, commanding voice followed.

“Take her down! Now!”

The first shot rang out, the noise deafening in the still air, and Jason’s eyes snapped to the soldiers, their rifles raised. The creature flinched, its body trembling with fear and rage, and in a split second, its claws dug deep into the ground, propelling itself forward.

With an inhuman growl, it seized Jason in its arms, lifting him as though he were weightless. Jason’s heart pounded in his chest, the world spinning as the creature darted toward the shadows, moving faster than he could comprehend. The soldiers’ voices grew frantic, shouting orders to each other, but the creature moved with a singular focus: escape.

Each step it took sent tremors through the floor, the air thick with the smell of blood and gunpowder. Jason gripped its fur, trying to steady himself, but the creature was already pushing its limits. The sound of footsteps grew louder—closer. They were gaining on them.

His mind raced. He couldn’t let them catch up. But the creature was slowing, its labored breathing becoming more erratic. Jason could feel it weakening, fighting against its own exhaustion and the overwhelming fear of being hunted.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “We can make it.”

But the creature’s grip tightened as it leaped over a broken staircase, darting through a corridor of darkness. The soldiers were close now, their heavy boots echoing in the narrow hallways, and Jason knew time was running out.

They had to make it out.

Jason’s voice, raw and desperate, cut through the air in a whisper no one could hear. His breath was ragged, each word a plea for mercy, for an end to the chaos, but the soldiers remained deaf to his torment. The pounding of their boots echoed like the slow, inevitable approach of fate. “Please,” he murmured, the word barely escaping his lips, “don’t shoot...”

But the creature, its limbs trembling with exhaustion, didn’t falter. It kept climbing, pushing through the darkness, its every step a cry for freedom, a final act of defiance. The sound of gunfire began to fade into the distance, drowned out by the weight of his own helplessness. The beast’s body pressed closer to him, like a silent promise, though they both knew the truth — the end was coming.

Up, always up, as if the highest point of Gotham could offer them a reprieve, a brief moment of peace before the inevitable. Jason’s heart ached with the understanding that there was no salvation for them. Not here, not now. The towering heights of Gotham stretched far beyond them, the city that never stopped breathing, never stopped hurting.

The creature climbed, its breath shallow, but its grip on him tightening with a primal urgency. Jason could feel the tremors in its bones, the fading flicker of something human beneath the monstrous exterior. He wanted to believe there was hope, that they could find a place to hide from the world that hunted them, but the truth hung heavy in the air — they were both beyond salvation.

And as they reached the highest rooftop, the city sprawled beneath them, the lights flickering like distant stars, Jason whispered into the night, his voice cracking, “I’m sorry... I couldn’t save you...”

The silence that followed was deafening. A world too far gone for redemption. The creature’s eyes, wild and desperate, met his one last time, as if asking him to understand. But there was no time left for understanding. Just the cold, merciless pull of the end.

They looked at each other for one last moment, a look that said more than words ever could. Jason felt the creature's pain, a pain that had become his own, as if their souls were entwined in an impossible fate. There was something in her eyes — resignation, a final spark of something that had once been human, now lost in the abyss of her own destruction.

And then, the creature, with her wounds bleeding and her body weakening, could resist no longer. Her feet faltered, and in a slow, almost resigned movement, she unraveled before him, her weight colliding with the concrete of Gotham's tower. Jason tried to reach her, but it was too late. The beast fell, dragging the last breath of her existence as if the wind of the city had finally carried her away.

The silence that followed was deep and vast, swallowing everything around. Gotham continued to breathe, but for Jason, in that moment, the world had stopped. The sound of her fall, the collision with the distant ground... everything mixed with the echo of his own failures. He stood there, frozen, his vision blurred by pain and loss, knowing there was nothing more to be done, no words that could save what was already lost.

[foundfamilyblog]

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ARCANES ENDING BELOW:

Now, this is off topic for my blog but I'd like to shed light on something.

Arcanes ending. Namely the end of Jinx's character arc is what I believe to be one of the finest pieces of writing in the modern world with no exception. When Jinx is born at the end of 103 we see what happens to someone who heals wrong, we see the kind of monster they become when they aren't nurtured and given a proper environment to heal in. Powder becomes a monster known as Jinx who goes on to commit multiple acts of terrorism against Piltover. The way she feeds into this idea of being a monster as a way of lashing out at the pain she's felt from being "abandoned" by Vi is so incredibly realistic and relatable that it begs the question what has happened in the writers lives that allow them to understand such a transformation so thoroughly.

Then, at the end of season 1 we see Powder/Jinx finally embrace her new self with no more qualms about her identity, truly and finally one. Without any need to hold back anymore, she does something truly unforgivable and without redemption in the form of 9/11ing Piltover. Even in this moment though, she screams and cries in pain at how her old life is well and truly gone. The emotional turmoil of what she's done and what she's doing is too much to handle. To violently tear a new life out from the broken and beaten body of your old one is something no soul should have to do, but she does, and she makes it relatable.

Once we see her again in season 2, she has become much more lucid and comfortable in her own body as Jinx, the hallucinations have subsided for the most part and her inner turmoil is appropriately dealt with. Additionally she has a goal in mind now, she's chosen who she is and she knows what she wants to do: Kill Vi. The new life she has built for herself is purposeful, deliberate, no more a mish mash of two clashing ideals.

She wants to solidify her role as a monster once and for all, which ends in an epic battle between her and her sister, and at the very end of the fight right before she's taken out for good? A single soul sees the value in her life and risks everything to protect her. A child. Everyone, even Jinx is shocked by this because how could anyone ever love an ugly, broken thing like her? Let alone risk their life for her? The shock this instills in everyone buys Jinx enough time to escape with the kid, Isha. Imagine performing such horrible, inconceivable actions with no remorse and being full of such hatred, and then one person decides you're worth it. Just one person decides you are worthy of love and that they do love you and want you around. Can you imagine how that would shatter your world view? Being full of such self hatred and hatred for the world around you only to be shown warmth even in those times? This is exactly what happens to Jinx.

When we see her next, some time has passed, and she's even begun to drop the name Jinx. Her new friend, Isha, and her have begun a new life together and they look out for each other. The way Jinx describes her new life is "like I'm looking through glasses, except I can't tell if everything's blurry or clear." And what's clear to us as the audience is that Jinx is FINALLY healing. She is finally beginning to find some peace after all she has been through, and all it took was ONE soul, one singular person to love her even after all she had done. We go on to see her reunite with her sister, and somewhat with her father. We get to watch her slowly rebuild the life that was stolen from her and reconnect with those she lost, and those she hurt. This represents hope and change, rebirth and love, that maybe your sins aren't who you are. That you can change and love and be so wonderfully you with those who love you!

Isha dies. Isha, Jinx's anchor to the world, dies protecting her. Yet again Jinx loses everything. Her father is taken from her yet again in the process and the exact trauma that shaped her into Jinx is entirely recreated. Except, this time? There's no insanity. There's no hallucinations and mania. There's no rage or hate or flames or explosions or chaos or screaming. It's just sad. Nothing but sorrow fills Jinx up as she loses her one and only friend. She intends to kill herself at this point. She looks back at her life and sees how everyone she gets close to dies, gets hurt, or she in some way is preventing from being happy. That she alone is the perpetuator of a cycle of violence that has plagued her families lives for years and years. So she decides to give them closure. She tells Vi she can stop feeling bad for being happy and move on, she tells Cait she didn't know her Mom was in the explosion, and she leaves. Nothing more, just leaves. Doesn't tell anyone what she's going to do, she just does it. The intense guilt she feels is palpable in every breath she takes, it's clear she just wants to quietly leave this world without hurting anyone, just this once. Then the time finally comes, to end her life and finally be free of it all. Only to be stopped. One more remnant of her old life comes back and convinces her to stick around a little longer. Somehow, she agrees, but we all know that this is only temporary. The guilt someone feels after doing something so terrible, so unforgivable, can't be cleansed by a single conversation. She hates herself and just wants to stop hurting people, but she still has a small spark, something in her that has hope she can do good. So she delays her death to try one more time to be kind.

Next we see her, she's got a new look and is fighting alongside Vi, instead of against. She acknowledges their connection and at a pivotal moment, takes the fall. She saves her sisters life and "sacrifices" herself in the process. At the very last moment, she understands that there's another way out of her pain and hurting everyone around her instead of dying. She fakes her own death to everyone and escapes the country quietly. She tells no one and quietly escapes, with everyone having the closure of her death.

No more chasing her, no more thinking of what she might be plotting, no more hoping the old her will return. It's just over.

Her final action in Arcane is one of kindness, and healing to those she hurt. It is not redemption, but it is understanding. She accepts she is a bad person and may very well still hate herself, however she at the very least opens herself up to a new life far from those she hurt. And I think that's beautiful.

Anyway this is just my personal interpretation of the ending, I'm open to new ideas and down to discuss though! Btw I didn't proof read this so if it seems messed up anywhere that's why.

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[feral-ballad]

Savannah Brown, from Closer Baby Closer; “Notes on your dramatic exit from the house party”

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[boghermit]

People complaining about Veilguard's art style are so funny. You wouldn't last a minute in the asylum where they raised me.

[asmimir]

Pov Theon's apology by Leshy

(All designs belong to @aveloka-draws)

This was made in exactly one hour and 47 minutes

[worthless-misery]

Dear diary...

The fact that I'm still "alive" in 2024 just feels like a huge mistake...

[uglynavel]

I was right but at what cost

Can't wait for Jayce haters to switch up again because if Viktor was going in the direction that I think he's going based on League lore then Jayce just did everyone a huge favor

Or I could eat my words and Jayce accidentally started everything in his attempt in trying to end it. God this is going to be the longest week

[welcome-to-alice-in-helll]

[shiftythrifting]

Hmmmm