#s3lf injury

[unstablebr0]

TW: VENT ABOUT S3LF HARM

Never share my thoughts here but i was a s3lfharmer for a long time, tho now i am 21 months sober!!! I get these crazy urges now and not sure i can resist them for long🫤

[johnlemonurmom]

TW!!!!

[wreckrinho]

whenever I get sick I have the extreme desire to simply do extreme bullying with my characters (I did the kidnapping comic when I was almost dying of a fever lol) so if my future drawings are angst or just really bad fights, dont judge me

its my way of coping (ig???) Sprry if it look weird, i know it does

[pixie-chimpunk]

A bramble scratched my ear and actually managed to make a styr0 cvt, which is impressive, but it means that for the past three days I've been thinking of relapsing nonstop and am very very tempted to make more styr0 cvts because I love them and hate them and love them. It's actually ridiculous how much this is throwing me off because it's literally just a completely accidental scratch and it's making me want to fill my sink with bl00d. Like dude, calm down, that's a bit of an overreaction to one tiny little styr0 on my earlobe of all places

[injuredsoullessfrog]

???

[titan-god-helios]

okay but teachers always gotta spawn at the worst possible moments istg dude like today in my last class i was tryna finish my apple juice i got from the canteen as soon as possible and then my teacher for that class told me to throw it away n was a bitch yadayadayada i dont have the energy to explain the whole thinv but essentially i told her i was just finishing it and she said i was giving her attitude (i was pretty calm up until that point) and told me to go outside. i got up n threw the stupid juice away that i WASTED MY MONEY ON, and proceeded to have a full on fucking autistic meltdown - i was crying and shaking and i kicked a wall and was harmful stimming (hitting my head really hard) AND THIS GUY. THIS FUCKING GUYYYYYYYYY DUDE MY HEAD OF YEAR (he was helpful and im super grateful for how he helped and what he said to me today its just that i would have rather not have him see me melt down) HE MATERIALISED AND SAW ME HARMFUL STIMMING AND HE DOESNT KNOW IM AUTISTIC SO IT JUST MUSTVE LOOKED LIKE GOD KNOWS WHAT AJAHDJAJS. and obviously i was right like dude thought (and said) i was probably overreacting but i dont blame him bc like i said he doesnt know he cant say “oh that kid’s in a meltdown and is harmful stimming this isnt an overreaction this is just poor emotional regulation and so on as a result of autism etc. BUT DUDE I HATE THAT HE HAS SEEN ME IN SUCH A VULNERABLE STATE

IT JUST MAKES ME SO UNCOMFORTABLE THAT THE GUY IM A PERFECT STUDENT TO SAW ME NOT ONLY IN A MELTDOWN BUT IN A MELTDOWN BECAUSE I GOT TOO ANGRYYYYYYYYY AAAAAAAAAA

[alex-just-vibing]

Kel changing his clothes in the room after taking a bath and Hero noticing cuts on his thighs

Am I just a vessel for (mostly kel lol) headcanons now /lhj

ough. true actually. can imagine just

h: "Hey, Kel? What are those cuts from?"

k: "Oh, uhhh....................... basketball?"

h: "We both know basketball is not that violent Kel."

k: "Uhhh............... I'm just super clumsy ahah.... tables just really hate me?"

h: "You are a horrible liar Kel."

[cruentaquevivere]

My parents told me like five years ago that they heard a NPR article about how the internet was to blame for a rise in (especially female) adolescents self harming at higher rates in the early 2010s because of some intentional attempts to program teens. And I’m pretty sure they imagined it or something because I’ve never been able to find it but the conversation haunts me to this day.

[catboymeowmeowowo]

Fake injuries underneath + talks of self harm and ed (not Sheeran.)

I wish these injuries were real.

I wish I could tear my nails off and watch them bleed.

I wish the wounds got infected and maybe would give me some kind of infection that makes it hard to keep food down-

That way I'd get the release of pain from injuries while also not being able to eat.

Maybe I could eat and just. Throw up.

[grime-freak]

transDarkerScars

definition: desiring for ones scars to be darker, whether it be from s3lf h4rm or any other injuries.

!!!! me fr !!!!!

[orangewisteria]

Hi! I'm the anon who asked you if you wrote for s//lf h//rm, so I'm here to request something related to it, that been said.

⚠TW: S3LF H4RM⚠ ⚠If you are triggered by this theme please do not interact, we care about your mental state! Thanks⚠

If it's not a problem could you maybe write separate headcanons for Cody, Alejandro, Duncan and Scott with a gn!s/o who they find h4rming theirself?

Thank you and Hope you have a nice day! <3

ᴰᴼᴺᵀ ᴴᵁᴿᵀ ᵞᴼᵁᴿˢᴱᴸᶠ ᴮᴬᴮᵞ

⚠ TW: S3LF H4RM ⚠

⚠ If you are triggered by this theme please do not interact, we care about your mental state! Thanks ⚠

ᶜᵒᵈʸ

-> hes crying a fucking waterfall when he finds you

-> hes trying not to hug you so tight and never letting you go

-> hes frantically running around to gather badnages, napkins, etc etc to help clean up your cuts

-> Hes desperately babbling to you and pleading with you to never ever do this again

-> Saying how if you need to talk to someone or rant or feel like hurting yourself to talk to him

-> Please for the love of all that is unholy in this world talk. to. him.

-> hes not going to let you out of his sight for a while

-> hes gonna baby proof his house now

-> going as far as to lock the coupards that contain chemicals and sharp objects

-> he contemplates getting a safe but goes against it cause he knows for a fact hell forget the password and have to buy new knives for his mother

-> he lives with his mother btw its facts

-> back to the topic at hand

-> he more careful aroudn you

-> treating you like porcelain cause he doesn't want to accidentally heart you (due to your recent injuries)

-> he calls them boo boos by the way

-> hes loving and is willing to do anything to help you

ᵃˡᵉʲᵃⁿᵈʳᵒ

-> hes clsoe to tears

-> hes keeping himself composed so he doesnt break down and panic right at that moment

-> hes carefully dressing your wounds and whispering his worries

-> hes calling you all the name sin teh book

-> princesa, carina/o, etc etc

-> i dont know much spanish lolz

-> anyways

-> once youre all cleaned up and in bed

-> hes holding you close and running his hands along your back

-> hes not going to let you out of his sight or out of arms reach for the next few months

-> he worried

-> he doesnt want to lose the lvoe of his life

-> hes trying not to break down each passing day as he sees the bandages on your body

-> hes runs his fingers over them daily, hes frowning as he does so

-> he changes them daily for you too

-> wont let you do it cause hes going to take care of you

-> hes a worried dead donkey :(

ᵈᵘⁿᶜᵃⁿ

-> hes frozen when he finds you

-> hes confused and worried and angry

-> he wants to know hy

-> why would you hurt yourself

-> why why why why

-> thats all thats on his mind

-> as well as the fact that hes blaming himself for letting you get this low when he most likely could have prevented it

-> hes slowly and uncharacteristically quiet as he helps cleaning up your wounds

-> bandaging them and staring at the with no emotion whatsoever

-> hes pulling you to bed and laying on your chest

-> hes just laying there and listening to your heartbeat

-> his arms are around your waist and hes unusually quiet for the next few days

-> he doesnt want to leave the house cause hes feeling down and soft and yada yada

-> he loves you and would do anything for you so hes a but angry at himself and trying to deal with it

-> give him some time and hes back to his normal self with a hint of more care and softness for you <3

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-> Hes wailing and blubbering out words you cant understand as he bandages you up to the best of his ability

-> its not the best and his fumbling words nd shit are making you laugh at the stupid words you can't even understand

-> hes glaring at you while sniffling but he understadns somewhat why youre laughing

-> although hes puffing his cheeks and pulling you clsoe

-> hes mad at you for laughing but he hears himself and blushes bright red

-> hes holding you close and never letting go

-> hes just here man

-> he doesnt know what to do at this point

-> so he just holds you close to comfort himself and you at the same time

-> i dont have much for him due to the fact that hes not too good with words

-> he tries to comfort you verbaly and shit

-> but he sucks at it

-> hes better with physical contact

[sucodelaranja86]

- to-do list (request order): ★

★ . ★ . ★ . ★

1. Cho Hyun-ju x reader who loves flirting, but the moment someone flirts back they get flustered.

2. Cho Hyun-ju x reader comfort + cuddles and kisses.

3. Cho Hyun-ju x reader who suffered a knee injury in the middle of the game, but was too stubborn to tell her.

4. Cho Hyun-ju x reader who got into a fight, and when we get back to the bathroom, she follows us to ask what happened. But when she asks us, we give her a rude response. However, later on we apologize and tell her the reason, allowing her to patch us.

5. Cho Hyun-ju x reader who woke up very early, but since she didn't want to lose your warmth, she gets up and drags you back to bed.

6. Cho Hyun-ju x reader angst fic.

7. Kang Dae-ho x reader comfort fic.

8. Cho Hyun-ju having a crush on a very shy and timid reader, but no matter how hard she tries, you always get along better with Dae-ho.

9. Cho Hyun-ju with a sweet, but very clingy partner.

10. Cho Hyun-ju with a super girly and feminine partner.

11. Cho Hyun-ju with a reader who struggles with s3lf-harm and is insecure about their body.

12. Cho hyun-ju with an alternative reader.

13. Cho Hyun-ju chilling in her apartment with her partner who is trying to purposefully annoy her, eventually leading to a tickle fight.

14. Cho Hyun-ju x reader who comforts her after Young-mi's death.

★ . ★ . ★ . ★

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

As promised, here’s some angsty NY hc’s cuz he is too adorable not to torture :)

(TW: s3lf h4rm mention/implication and child abuse)

Uhhhh- @alaskashigh and @stawpny I tortured the baby again :3

~~~

-NY is so touch starved that something as simple as a head pat or a hug could make him MELT.

-he is WAY too insecure about his scars. He hates them. So. So much…. (But Cali’s there to make it all better ☺️)

-just purely out of worry and concern, his brothers always make sure to keep an eye on him if he’s using a knife. Just to be safe. He’s both grateful and annoyed by this.

-one of the reasons that he’s so damn clumsy is because England broke his legs when he was younger, and they never healed right. So now he has nerve damage and mobility issues in his legs.

-idk if this counts as angst, but he forgets to eat and drink water a lot. Something that happens often is: of his brothers will check up on him and ask him when the last time he ate was, and then his mind will just draw a complete blank and he’ll be like "Uhhhhhh-".

-due to another childhood injury (one caused by England ofc), his voice isn’t as loud as it should be cuz his vocal cords are damaged. He hates it when he tries to raise his voice and it ends up cracking 😭

-surprisingly, PA was one of the first people to ever get him to actually break down. And he did it unintentionally too.

^PA noticed that NY was acting weird, so he tried confronting him about it, but NY just ignored him. And so PA grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him around and shouted a bit to tell him that he would "beat it out of him" (he wouldn’t actually- maybe.). And that scared the sh*t out of NY, who instantly hugged PA close cuz he thought that that would keep him from being able to hurt him. Yea- PA was so confused but comforted him anyways cuz he knows that Mass woulda killed him if he didn’t do anything (definitely not cuz he cares about NY no what no way-)

-*cutely yoinks the eyesight out of one of NY���s eyes cuz of another childhood injury*

-He has words literally BRANDED into his skin from before and during the Revolution. Most of them are scratched or cut up, but there’s still a "Property of England, 1776” that’s quite visible. (THANK YOU @misery-has-no-company-now FOR THIS IDEA <3)

[cherryrainn]

━━ ✧ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 {𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫}

.7 - 𝙨𝙖𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡.

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; s3lf harm, depression, bulimia, mental health issues, self hatred, stuff like that, and just like my other stories... lots of angst!

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐏𝐀𝐃 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍

─ ✩ 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆 ; here

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓

as striker rode off with bombproof, you were left alone in the dimly lit hideout. the minutes ticked by slowly as you sat there, your thoughts swirling with confusion and uncertainty. you couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong, and striker's cryptic conversation with his 'client', had only added to your unease.

with striker gone, you decided to explore the hideout a bit more. you gingerly got up from the bed, wincing as the pain from your injuries throbbed through your body. you moved through the dimly lit space, taking in the eerie ambiance created by the rivers of molten lava that flowed nearby.

as you walked, you couldn't help but notice the rather bizarre feature of the hideout—the large statue of striker. it was an imposing sculpture, capturing striker's imposing figure in all its glory. however, what drew your attention was the... unique detail of the statue.

you couldn't help but stifle a laugh as you took in the sight. there it was, a large and rather exaggerated rendition of a certain part of striker's anatomy. the juxtaposition of the fearsome demon and the comically oversized feature on the statue was both absurd and amusing. it left you wondering what kind of demon would commission such a piece.

as you examined the statue more closely, you couldn't help but wonder if it was an accurate representation or simply a humorous exaggeration. after all, demons in hell were known for their penchant for extravagance and eccentricity. the thought that striker might have had a say in the creation of this statue, even indirectly, made you chuckle despite the bizarre circumstances.

.. moving on

the hideout held an odd mix of roughness and comfort. the bed you had been resting on was not surprisingly uncomfortable, and the makeshift saloon had a rustic charm to it. it was a strange place to find yourself in, trapped with a demon who was both your protector and a source of fear.

you decided to make yourself useful while striker was away, partly to distract yourself from your worries. you found some ingredients in a nearby cabinet and attempted to cook a meal. however, it quickly became evident that striker wasn't much of a cook. the result was a rather unappetizing and burnt dish that you couldn't force yourself to eat.

with your failed attempt at cooking, you resigned yourself to waiting for striker's return. you sat by the window of the little saloon, gazing out at the rivers of lava and the eerie glow they cast across the hideout. your mind was filled with questions, but for now, all you could do was wait for the enigmatic demon to come back and provide some answers.

you sat there in the dimly lit hideout, your anxiety growing with each passing minute. striker had left you alone with no explanation, and you couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. the hideout was eerily quiet, the only sound being the faint crackling of the molten lava rivers outside.

suddenly, the silence was shattered by a cacophony of voices singing in an enthusiastic chorus. your heart jumped in your chest as you looked around, bewildered by the unexpected intrusion. who on earth could be making such a racket?

but before you could even process the situation, striker burst into the hideout with a dramatic flair that sent a wave of heat and ash billowing into the room. he looked positively furious, his eyes blazing with anger as he yelled at the unseen singers.

"shut the fuck up! i'm tryna do my fuckin' job! you comin' in here singing about me for the millionth. fucking. time! leave me the hell alone, you freaks!" striker's voice echoed through the cavernous hideout, and you couldn't help but cower under the intensity of his rage.

the singing abruptly stopped, and there was an awkward silence in the wake of striker's outburst. but then, from behind the imposing cowboy, another voice chimed in, "how does one get their own theme song?"

you couldn't see the speaker clearly at first, but as striker turned, you caught a glimpse of a tall and regal figure tied up on the back of a horse. it was none other than stolas, the prince of the ars goetia, looking disheveled and thoroughly unimpressed with the situation.

your confusion deepened. why on earth was stolas tied up on the back of striker's horse? it was a bizarre sight that made no sense at all. stolas' expression shifted from annoyance to mild curiosity as he noticed you sitting there, bewildered and uncertain.

for a moment, you were frozen, unsure of how to react to this surreal scene. the tension in the room was palpable, and you couldn't help but wonder what kind of trouble striker had gotten himself into this time.

striker's intentions became painfully clear as he roughly lifted stolas from the back of bombproof and tied him upside down to the nearby train tracks. stolas struggled against his bonds, his feathers ruffled and his dignity in tatters. his eyes, once filled with annoyance, now held a hint of desperation as he realized the dire situation he was in.

"so, my wife paid you for this, hm..? wouldn't a holy bullet have sufficed?" stolas quipped, attempting to maintain some semblance of composure despite his precarious position. he couldn't help but taunt striker, trying to get under his skin.

striker's smirk momentarily vanished as he turned to face stolas. "or could you not afford those?" stolas' words had clearly struck a nerve, but striker quickly regained his cocky demeanor. "i was paid to give you the real royal treatment! your wife must really hate you," he sneered, brandishing a strange-looking knife and twirling it between his fingers.

stolas, still hanging upside down and clearly uncomfortable, sighed dramatically. "you have no idea," he muttered, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for something. they landed on you, and he suddenly seemed even more perplexed.

"who is this?" stolas inquired, his voice carrying a note of genuine curiosity as he looked directly at you. "what are they doing here? are you going to kill them too?" he snorted

striker sighed in annoyance, the tension in the room thickening with every passing moment. "they're just a... guest," he replied cryptically, unwilling to divulge any more information.

stolas continued to observe you, his mind clearly racing with questions. "a guest, you say? in the middle of an assassination attempt? that's quite unusual."

striker didn't say a word to that, but you were even more confused. assassination attempt? no way...

"so... train tracks... really? reems a bit cliché, doesn't it?" stolas remarked, his tone laced with sarcasm. striker shot him an annoyed glance. "it's a classic," he retorted defensively, his irritation mounting.

stolas couldn't resist needling further. "is the giant statue of yourself also a classic or..." he began, his words trailing off as he glanced at the imposing figure of striker's statue. the absurdity of the situation was not lost on you, and you couldn't help but let out a small, involuntary snort of laughter.

striker's patience wore thin. with a hiss of frustration, he removed his hat and flung it up onto the statue's exaggerated anatomy. "are you seriously judging me right now?" he snapped, his voice dripping with annoyance.

stolas, however, was undeterred. "i'm just impressed you seem to want to suck your own dick this badly," he quipped, his sharp wit cutting through the tension in the air. striker's temper flared, and he closed the distance between them in an instant.

"look, not every ring is some fancy-ass city, with some fancy-ass mansion, that only fancy-ass royals get to live in," striker seethed, pointing an accusatory finger at stolas. "some of us have hard lives to live. and some of us have everything we care about taken away by fuckers like you." his tail lashed angrily, and he was now inches from stolas' face, his fury palpable.

"i have no- " stolas attempted to protest, but before he could utter another word, a guttural yell tore from his beak as striker plunged the strange knife into him. your gasp of horror was drowned out by stolas' agonized cry, and striker, after delivering the blow, turned his gaze to you. his eyes bore into yours, not saying a word.

you were left stunned, your mind racing with questions.

striker was relentless in his assault, cut the rope, making stolas roll all the way down. striker's rage was boiling over as he circled around the helpless stolas. the demon prince's attempts to assert his royal status were met with violence, and striker made it clear that he would not tolerate being talked down to.

"you. don't get to talk over me!" striker slapped stolas with his tail, the force of the blow causing stolas to wince in pain. "i don't have to listen to your bullshit!" he jammed his foot into the fresh wound on stolas' shoulder, making the prince cry out in agony. "all you royals ever do is try to talk over us!"

stolas, despite his dire situation, tried to use his petrifying gaze to subdue striker. however, the ropes that bound him prevented his powers from working as intended. striker, seemingly immune to stolas' magic, grinned wickedly.

"don't bother trying to use your little eye trick on me; those ropes ain't gonna let you do anythin'." he turned the knife to stolas' face, taunting him. "got somethin' to say about that, your highness?"

his fury was palpable as he stepped on stolas's open wound once again. "well, you seem to be forgetting; you are working for a royal right now!" stolas retorted, a hint of arrogance in his voice. in a swift move, he kicked striker in the face.

striker's grip tightened as he grabbed stolas's ankle and lifted his foot to stomp down on stolas's leg, breaking it. stolas grunted but refused to show any pain, instead offering a twisted smile. "blitz handles me rougher than that in bed; nice try." striker's frustration grew, and he retaliated by stabbing stolas in the leg. "blitzy's knife is bigger... and hits sooooo much deeper."

striker's patience was wearing thin, and he released stolas's legs. "being a smartass hmm?" he moved to stolas's side, grabbing him by his hair or feathers, whatever was on his head, and moved the knife threateningly to stolas's neck. " 'cause, once i split your neck open and let you choke on your own blue blood, you won't be worth any more than the tombstone you'll be buried under."

you watched in horrified fascination, your fear of striker intensifying with each passing moment. you couldn't understand why you were still here, unable to tear your eyes away from the gruesome spectacle unfolding before you.

but then, stolas uttered words that cut through the tension like a knife. "blitzy says far dirtier things to me with much sharper objects at my throat."

striker's anger boiled over, and with a snarl, he threw stolas to the ground and stormed away in frustration. stolas, now lying on the tracks, shed a few tears.

as striker's figure disappeared into the distance, you found yourself trembling and breathing heavily. the encounter with striker had revealed a darker, more sadistic side to him that you hadn't anticipated. 

turning your attention back to stolas, you found him gazing in your direction, seemingly aware that you were watching him through the small saloon window. despite the dire circumstances, he started to speak, as if he needed a distraction from the impending doom.

"what are you looking at?" he asked, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity.

your throat felt dry, and you struggled to find your voice. stolas's eyes bore into yours, waiting for an answer, but you couldn't bring yourself to respond. what could you say in this surreal situation?

stolas raised an eyebrow, seemingly undeterred by your silence. "you're not very talkative, are you?" he remarked, his tone almost conversational. "well, i suppose that's understandable. it's not every day one finds themselves in the company of princes and assassins."

still, you remained silent, unable to articulate your thoughts and emotions. stolas's attempts to engage you in conversation only added to your sense of unease.

before the silence could stretch any further, striker reappeared with a violent entrance, his face contorted with anger. your attention shifted from stolas to the imposing imp, his earlier charm now replaced by a menacing presence in the dimly lit mine shaft.

without a word, he descended upon stolas, his blows landing with brutal force. the atmosphere grew tense as each strike seemed to echo through the mine shaft, punctuated by stolas's pained grunts.

stolas, despite his earlier bravado, was now unable to maintain his composure. he winced and struggled under Striker's relentless assault. every attempt to speak or resist was met with more aggression.

as the beating continued, you couldn't tear your eyes away from the brutal spectacle before you. the initial shock and fear you had felt now gave way to a sickening mixture of dread and guilt. you were an unwilling witness to this display of violence, trapped in a nightmarish scenario that seemed to have no end.

as striker continued to circle stolas, the prince's labored pants and whimpering filled the air. the room seemed to shrink in on itself, the tension nearly suffocating.

"well, this has been fun, but every good thing has to come to an end. shame you won't see your kid, again," striker taunted, his voice dripping with malice.

"don't you dare breathe a word about my daughter," stolas retorted, his voice heavy with anger and desperation.

striker's tail began to rattle ominously as he crouched closer to stolas, their faces mere inches apart. "ohh. finally hit a nerve, huh?" he hissed, his yellow eyes locked onto stolas's.

stolas's breathing grew heavier as he threatened, "i swear, if you go near her, i will destroy you."

without warning, striker drove the knife into stolas's shoulder again, eliciting a pained cry. "big talk. but, just that. any last words, goetia?" striker's voice grew colder with each passing moment.

stolas, bloodied and broken, managed to muster one final plea, "blitz... will..."

a sinister chuckle escaped striker's lips. "that rodeo clown told you he ain't coming," he sneered, lifting the knife, ready to deliver the fatal blow "nobody is coming."

the room seemed to hold its breath, and you couldn't bear to witness the gruesome end any longer. just as striker prepared to strike the final blow, his phone rang, shattering the nightmarish silence. he picked it up with a casual "yello?"

striker's reaction to the unexpected call was a mix of surprise and annoyance. he scratched his head as he listened, his expression growing increasingly irritated. you strained to hear the conversation on the other end, but the caller's words remained a mystery.

the callers demand for a change of plans seemed to unsettle striker. he glanced back and forth between stolas's wounded form and the knife in his hand. stolas attempted to speak, but striker swiftly used his tail to muffle any words.

"i'm kinda in the middle of killing him," striker grumbled into the phone. again, you strained to catch stella's (you thought) side of the conversation, but it remained elusive.

after what sounded like a frustrating exchange, striker relented with a resigned, "yes, ma'am," and snapped his flip phone shut. his annoyance was palpable as he stretched back, still seated on top of stolas. he emitted a few rattles, his agitation evident. he threw the flip phone against a nearby rock with a resounding crash, causing you to flinch at the sudden noise.

striker, now phoneless, turned his attention back to stolas, a dangerous glint in his eyes. he uncovered stolas's mouth and delivered the unexpected news with a cruel twist of his lips.

"well, good news for you, feathers. your royal cunt said she don't want you dead no more." his grip on stolas tightened. "but, she didn't say what condition you had to be in."

the blade hovered dangerously close to stolas's eye, the threat palpable in the air. "i think these reds might be a pretty trophy; can't have you seeing me again, can we?"

amidst the tense standoff between striker and stolas, a distant car horn pierced the cavern's eerie silence. striker's head snapped in the direction of the sound, his eyes narrowing as he scanned for the source.

suddenly, the cavern's stability seemed to crumble as parts of the ceiling gave way. a deafening crash echoed through the chamber as the i.m.p van crashed through the embankment, tumbling and somersaulting until it came to a rest. with the dust settling, the van's door creaked open, and a little imp emerged, gripping a rifle with unwavering aim at striker.

in a swift, almost inhuman motion, striker dodged several bullets, his nimbleness defying belief. with a deft flick of his wrist, he sent his knife hurtling through the air, striking the rifle and causing another bullet to ricochet wildly, hitting a nearby boombox. the cavern was suddenly filled with music, but striker paid it no mind.

just as striker drew two revolvers, chaos erupted as another imp attacked him from behind with a longsword. striker, displaying incredible reflexes, seized the sword mid-swing. the imp, undeterred, abandoned the broken sword and charged with a katana, while moxxie unleashed a flurry of bullets from his two revolvers. it was a whirlwind of clashing metal, gunfire, and desperate maneuvers.

meanwhile, you huddled in the corner, terrified by the sudden eruption of violence. your hands instinctively covered your ears as gunshots rang out, and your heart raced in fear. but as the dust settled and the cacophony of battle continued, your eyes widened with recognition.

amidst the chaos, you realized that the couple leading the assault against striker was none other than moxxie and millie, the very duo you had encountered during the harvest moon festival. the familiarity of their faces brought a strange mix of relief and confusion.

as the battle raged on, you watched with a mixture of awe and trepidation, unsure of what fate had in store for you in this perilous underground encounter.

the brutal confrontation between striker and the couple reached a fevered pitch, each combatant determined to gain the upper hand. the cavern echoed with the clanging of metal, the thunder of gunfire, and the grunts of exertion as they clashed.

in a decisive move, striker managed to kick moxxie down, temporarily incapacitating him. millie, meanwhile, found herself pinned to a rock by her own axe, struggling to free herself. striker's cunning and agility seemed unmatched, and he was relentless in his assault.

spotting moxxie still stirring on the ground, striker acted swiftly. he lassoed a nearby stalagmite with unnatural precision and slammed it forcefully into moxxie's vulnerable back. moxxie's breath left him in a painful gasp as he fought to remain conscious.

with a predatory gleam in his eyes, striker moved in for the final blow. he saw noxxie, weakened and reaching for his pistol, and couldn't resist taunting him sadistically. "oh, i remember how easy you are to choke the life out of, little one," striker hissed, his hands tightening around moxxie's throat.

but then, in a shocking twist, moxxie's response was anything but expected. weakened and struggling for breath, he uttered a breathy, provocative phrase that froze striker in his tracks. "ohhhh, harder," moxxie murmured with a perverse tone.

disgust contorted striker's features, and he immediately released his grip on moxxie, recoiling as if burnt. moxxie seized the opportunity, kicking striker's legs out from under him and lassoing striker by the neck. he spun the sadistic cowboy around and hurled him to the unforgiving ground with a resounding thud.

moxxie, his eyes blazing with fury, spat out words of contempt, "you cowboy piece of shit!"

in the midst of this chaos and violence, you were a silent witness, trembling with fear and disbelief. the deafening sounds of battle, the sight of striker's brutality, and the desperate struggle of the couple left you overwhelmed. tears welled up in your eyes as you covered your mouth, muffling any sound that might betray your presence. your ears rang from the intensity of the fight unfolding before you, and your heart pounded with dread.

then, a sudden and thunderous crash tore through the cavern, and your gasp was stifled by your hand. the source of the noise was a massive statue, striker's own twisted monument, hurtling towards him. you watched in a horrified trance, unable to comprehend the unfolding disaster. did striker get crushed beneath the colossal weight of his own ego? what had just happened?

as the dust settled, your wide, terror-stricken eyes remained fixed on the scene before you, desperately seeking answers amid the chaos and uncertainty that surrounded you.

you huddled in the corner of the cavern, you were a silent, trembling specter of fear. your heart hammered in your chest, a cacophony that matched the chaos erupting around you. ears still ringing from the deafening clash of combat, you clamped your hands over them as if it could somehow muffle the terrible sounds that had assaulted your senses.

tears streamed down your cheeks, mingling with the dust and dirt that clung to your face. it was overwhelming, the violence and the uncertainty of the situation. all you could do was shrink further into the shadows, desperately trying not to be noticed, praying for the nightmare to end.

striker was dead (you THOUGHT), buried beneath the shattered remnants of his own arrogance. the cavern was fraught with tension and lingering danger, and you were trapped in its midst, a helpless witness to the brutality that had unfolded before you.

as the dust settled and the echoes of battle faded, you watched in silence as moxxie and millie quickly moved to untie stolas. their hurried, whispered words and furtive glances were not lost on you. they were trying to right the wrongs that had unfolded in this dark corner of hell, attempting to rectify the violence that had threatened to consume them all.

once stolas was free, the trio made a hasty exit, leaving you alone in the cavern's oppressive silence. it was a chance to breathe, to collect your scattered thoughts. 

as you sat there in the eerie stillness of the cavern, your trembling breaths gradually began to steady. the ordeal had been nothing short of nightmarish, and the aftermath left you feeling both relieved and apprehensive about what lay ahead.

just as you began to gather your thoughts and process the harrowing events that had unfolded, there was a sudden movement in the shadows. before you could react, striker, seemingly risen from the dead, lunged towards you with surprising speed. his hand clamped over your arm, and he yanked you to your feet with a force that left you breathless.

you found yourself staring into his wild, furious eyes, and his grip on your arm was unrelenting. striker's once-imposing figure was now battered and scratched, his bandana torn and hanging loosely around his neck. he was a mess, but his determination burned brighter than ever.

"come on, sweetheart, we ain't got time for dilly-dallyin," striker growled, his voice strained from the recent battle. without waiting for your response, he dragged you towards bombproof, who stood patiently nearby, unfazed by the chaos that had unfolded.

you clung to striker, holding onto him for dear life, your heart pounding in your chest. the events of the past few minutes had left you in a state of shock, and you couldn't find the words to express your thoughts and emotions.

as striker mounted bombproof, he pulled you up in front of him, securing you with a firm grip around your waist. as bombproof sprung to life beneath you, carrying you both away from the scene of the battle, you couldn't contain the questions that flooded your mind. with a shaky voice, you asked striker, "were you actually about to assassinate stolas? what kind of relationship do moxxie and millie have with stolas? why'd they save him, and who ordered to kill him? was it stella?"

striker remained silent for a moment, his grip on bombproof's reins tight. finally, he spoke, his voice tense and strained. "it's complicated," he muttered, his gaze fixed on the dark path ahead. "there's more to this mess than you know. we'll talk later. right now, just focus on calming down."

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what i will write

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౨ৎ explicit s3lf-h4rm descriptions (comfort fics are allowed but i will not be writing injury detail for that specific thing)

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