#scrape

[deathmentaal]

Holy odium, blotted memory, but my regret will never consume me

CHELSEA WOLFE — SCRAPE (Hiss Spun, 2017)

[nofatclips]

The Wolf by Jherek Bischoff with the SCRAPE Quartet, live for Second Inversion

[fabseg-creator]

Miraculous fanart: Socquinette/Socquette? (MLB Femslash February)

Day 29: Marinette and Socqueline (Scrape; Smell)

I've imagined the two childhood friends like that.

"Do you smell my favourite flower, Marinette ?"

For the name of the ship, I thought about:

Socquinette (my main choice)

Socquette

Soquenette

But I let you call the ship according to your thoughts.

This is the last draft for the @mlbfemslashfebruary event.

This year 2024 is the first time I draw in a mlbfemslash event.

[lonestarbattleship]

French Battleship Jean Bart at Toulon, France to be scrapped.

Date: April 5, 1970

source

[tildeathiwillwrite]

June of Doom Day 20

"I can handle it." / Scrape / Panic Attack / Neglect

Prompts List | Masterpost

Fandom: Original Work

Words: 600

Tag List: @juneofdoom @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion

@scaewolf

CW: scrape, blood, anger, yelling, past abuse, past neglect, crying

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If Whumpee hadn’t tried to carry the heavy box, they probably wouldn’t have fallen. They would never admit it, of course, not to themself, and especially not to Caretaker, who sprinted from across the street when they heard the crash.

Whumpe slowly picked themself up off the ground, wincing as the skin of their knees and palms stung and throbbed, the top layers of skin scraped off by the rough concrete.

“Are you okay?” Caretaker completely ignored the fallen box, its now-broken contents strewn about in all directions, moving past it to help Whumpee to their feet.

“I can handle it,” Whumpee insisted, trying to wipe the blood and dirt from their hands onto their shirt. It didn’t work, of course, instead only serving to aggravate the wounds further. They bit their lip, exhaling sharply against the pain. “I’m not a child.”

Caretaker raised an eyebrow but didn’t push the subject. “If you say so…” they said softly, turning to the dropped box. “I’ll pick this up, you go clean your hands and knees.”

“But—!”

“That wasn’t a suggestion.”

Whumpee gaped. They’d never seen Caretaker put their foot down like this.

“I told you to wait for me before trying to take that box,” Caretaker continued mildly, “because it’s too heavy without both of us.”

Whumpee gritted their teeth, the words hurting as much as the stinging and throbbing of their palms and knees. “Yeah, I messed up, I get the picture!” They snapped, hands balling into fists despite the cuts. “What do you want me to say sorry? Because I can!”

Caretaker blinked at their outburst. “I…” they stammered, “I just wanted to know why you tried to carry it yourself.”

“Because… because… ugh!” Whumpee whirled around and stalked away, seething both at Caretaker and their own stupidity. “Just leave me alone!”

They marched into the house and slammed the door behind them, wasting no time in locking themself in the bathroom, tears already streaming down their cheeks. Whumpee forcefully turned on the sink faucet and ran their hands under the lukewarm water, watching through blurred eyes as the blood and dirt washed away.

Why had they tried to take the box? It had seemed like a good idea at the time, to prove to Caretaker that they were capable, that they could handle things on their own. But of course, they weren’t. Caretaker didn’t even need to wait to find out, to discover the things that Whumper always said.

They were useless.

Not even worth looking after.

A complete and utter waste of—

Someone knocked on the bathroom door. Whumpee jumped, realizing they’d been staring blankly at the water running over their hands for far too long. “I’m sorry, I—”

“Whumpee?” Not Whumper. Caretaker. But why…?

“I just want to make sure you’re okay,” Caretaker continued quietly, “and I want to apologize for making you upset. I didn’t realize—”

Whumpee unlocked the door and threw it open, practically falling into Caretaker’s arms. The tears came in full force now, and their shoulders shook from sobs. “No no no… I should’ve listened to you… and now your stuff’s all broken… and… and….”

“Oh, Whumpee….” Caretaker’s arms wrapped around them, a warm and comforting blanket. “I wasn’t worried about the box. I was worried you would hurt yourself.”

Whumpee closed their eyes and wept even harder. And Caretaker… Caretaker stayed with them, soothing them, until the tears finally dried up.

[isamajor]

June of Doom : day 16 to 20

Another batch of @juneofdoom prompts ! This time, lots of our fav Dwemer nerds ! :DDD (and some mild spoilers on Nebs personnal quest, I tried to keep it relatively vague so that it doesn't spoil people but those who have done the quest will understand I think)

16 . “At least it can’t get any worse.”

The Dragonborn had wanted to cut through the snowy mountain. If they had the agility of a goat on the steep and slippery slopes beaten by the icy winds, this was not the case for everyone. Lucien and Kaidan found themselves stuck on a half-sheltered ledge. With the few supplies they carried, they were able to make a fire, sacrificing Lucien's books in the process for lighting it.

“At least it can’t get any worse?”, Lucien muttered, trying to maintain a shred of optimism.

He had barely finished his sentence when a gust of blizzard rushed in and extinguished their meager fire.

“Great.” Kaidan groaned. (104)

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17 . “You don’t want to do that.”  (Mild spoilers on Neb personnal quest?)

The Dragonborn stared in disbelief at Nebarra's friend, the weight of their words sinking in.

"You don’t want to do that.", the Dragonborn pleaded, voice trembling.

Nebarra, standing next to them, clenched his fists. "You don’t understand," he growled. "I can’t let that happen."

The Dragonborn’s heart pounded as Nebarra advanced, desperation evident in his voice. The Mer shook his head. "There is no other way. He said this could avoid another war."

The Dragonborn knew how much the war had traumatized Nebarra, and that he was ready for this kind of desperate measure to avoid another one. (102)

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18 . “I’m fine.”

Remiel clutched her head, wincing as another wave of pain throbbed through her skull. "I’m fine..." she insisted, forcing a smile as she stumbled slightly. She had been working tirelessly on the Dwemer automatons, her sight suffering from the strain and causing intense headaches.

Lucien frowned, stepping closer. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "You don’t look fine, Remiel. You need to rest."

"I said I’m fine!" she snapped, regretting the harshness in her voice immediately. She took a shaky breath, trying to steady herself, but the world around her seemed to blur and spin. (100)

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19 . “This can’t be happening!”

Lucien crumpled to his knees, hands trembling as he clutched his hair. "This can't be happening!", he cried, his voice cracking with despair. He stared at the lifeless body of the Dragonborn, the scene around him blurring as tears filled his eyes. He began to sob uncontrollably, his mind unable to grasp the reality of the situation and to accept it. Everything felt distant and surreal. Inigo placed a comforting hand on Lucien's shoulder, his own sobs stuck in his throat, unable to make a sound. Lucien threw himself into the Khajiit's arms, stifling his pain in his friend's shoulders. (104)

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20 . “I can handle it.”

Remiel winced as she inadvertently scraped her thigh against a jagged piece of automaton in the dimly lit Dwemer ruins. The pain shot through her, but she brushed it off with a forced smile.

"It's just a scratch..." she muttered. "I can handle it."

Xelzaz noticed the blood staining her trousers and frowned with concern.

"Remi, that looks pretty bad. You should let me take a look."

She shook her head stubbornly, waving him off. But when the throbbing grew unbearable, she put her hand on Xelzaz' arm.

"You were right. Actually, maybe it's worse than I thought." (101)

[fieriframes]

[SCRAPE YOUR KNEE: IT IS ONLY SKIN, BUT MAKES THE SOUND OF VIOLINS THAT YOU'D GET ON A CHINESE MENU. RIGHT. COLOR. CILANTRO?]

[spinslash165]

Made this for migrating from Twitter to Bluesky, I spent way too long on it so I'm also showing it here lmao

Featuring a few characters who I have yet to introduce anywhere outside of Discord, I'll get to them eventually!

[getoutofthisplace]

Dear Gus & Magnus,

Nene and the Nicks got up and played pickleball in Fairfield Bay this morning, but our family packed us up to head home so we could be settled in time for lunch. I ended up going to Orange Theory this afternoon and did fine on the weight floor, but my calf muscle -- the same one I've been battling for a couple of months -- forced me to get off the treadmill after a few minutes.

Yiayia came over and treated us to Kemuri for dinner. We brought her up to speed on our Fairfield Bay trip and she brought us up to speed on Big Yiayia, who has been diagnosed as having "cognitive impairment." Her short-term memory isn't working like it's supposed to. We're hoping to put her in an assisted living facility in the future, but Aunt Shari is staying with her right now.

Bedtime was a little all over the place because you were both excited that Yiayia was here. You both kept coming up with all kinds of reasons for why you needed to get out of bed/have someone come check on you. Gus had me take a picture -- the only one I took today -- of his chin, which had some kind of dry spot/scrape on it and he was pretty worried about it (but not really).

Dad.

Little Rock, Arkansas. 7.3.2024 - 8.18pm.

[grimini]

[scraggle7world]

#33) Scraggle world - Kids names

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Scrape. (Scrap)

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[cheeselord77]

The primal urge to show off a scrape, bruise, or cut is strong today.

Anyway I scraped my knee lol.

[ruthiefalkonobi]

Picture of Blythe I did when I should have been working. 😂 But sometimes you just gotta break out of your art routine so you can get back into your art routine.

Scratches inspired by me shooting a plastic-fletched arrow poorly and scraping my hand. 😎👌

[deadlichen]

self portrait work in progress

[lonestarbattleship]

Accumulation of scrap steel from the salvaged battleships and other warships at Berth 23, Pearl Harbor, Hawaii.

Date: November 18, 1942.

Admiral Furlong Collection

Digital Archives of Hawai'i: PPFUR-1-23-010

[rastronomicals]

8:29 AM EDT October 22, 2023:

Unsane - “Scrape” From the album Lambhouse (2003)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

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