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jestersroute66 · 1 year ago
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“As you should.” alright dont get sassy with me now
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luhvrlis · 2 months ago
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mavigardenya · 5 months ago
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gogoakechi · 2 years ago
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nachomsu · 6 months ago
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enyasaints · 4 months ago
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I am a Sexual Assault victim begging for a Lawyer
Direct Aid:
Overwhelmed is an understatement. Crowdfunding by yourself with no social capital is nearly impossible. I even gave up for about two weeks. I was reignited by receiving my employers position statement. I haven’t read it, but I’m dreading it. I have no support. During this time in the investigation I’m supposed to have a lawyer advise me. I’m supposed to have a therapist console me. I am doing this all alone and it’s incredibly painful and triggering. I appreciate everyone who has been reblogging and liking. All I can ask is y’all continue to support me. Sharing my story and if you feel led please donate. I am on a strict timeline and must raise enough for a lawyer by August 16th. After my rebuttal the investigation will start to end and I will be issued a right to sue letter in which I have 90 days to find a lawyer to sue in federal court. Which means I will never get justice.
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theonlyclara · 11 months ago
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sashamosu46 · 23 days ago
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THE OFFICIAL SWANSEA PLAYLIST HAS BEEN DROPPED BY THE DEVS❗❗❗❗I'm waiting for playlists dedicated to Daisuke, Anya and Curly if that's possible <3
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feelo-fick · 3 months ago
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it can't be too hard right?
it's easy not to think about things, he tells me i don't think all the time! wait...
a scene from a fic that i have no clue if ill finish, let alone post, but look i made fanart of my own thing that doesnt even exist :D
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cheekios · 7 months ago
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The streets are calling.
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Eviction is imminent.
I have 5 days to raise $1275
I noticed alot of content surrounding homelessness especially in San Fransisco and Seattle. My biggest fear is being filmed without my consent and being plastered over social media because someone wanted to make a documentary surrounding homelessness without actually helping.
Goal: $1275
CA: $HushEmu
I have nothing (Whitney Houston)
The smallest catalyst can occur to where someone can find themselves homeless. In my case it was my glasses breaking. Not having a back up pair. Not having insurance. Which caused me to be unable to work and drive. Resulting in me losing my job. A piece of plastic was my downfall ultimately.
I need community effort to stay housed. Even $1-2 for everyone who views this clears the goal. Please interact if you truly have nothing to spare. Reblogs ≠ do not equate to goals being met so please ask if curious wether goal has been met.
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Update: 4/30/24
1200 reblogs and zero donations. I have 4 days to raise rent before I am given a notice to vacate.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful if someone donated my reblog amount and saved me from the streets.
Update: May 1st. No donations. I have 48 hours to come up with $1000
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trulyumai · 5 months ago
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Blinded by the Flame
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Pairing: Messmer the Impaler x Reader
Warnings: Blood, Death.
Synopsis: Left bloodied and blinded, Messmer searched. Not for revenge, but for his wife.
A/N: So, this fucking sunflower boss is kicking my ass. Im cooked.
Enjoy the story!
“Ah! Mother, please!” In the middle of the room, sat the legend of the flames. 
He balled up in agony, his fingers covered his face— his eyes entirely. 
Blood seeped between the crevices of his digits, his eyes burned with an itch, a feeling he wanted to tear out.
“For how could I— your spawn, be subjected to such a monstrosity of an ending?” The man cried out, his deep wails echoed throughout the chambers around his being. 
Messmer mumbled incessantly, begging and twitching as his vision blackened. 
He had to gain control— before the chaotic numb feeling goes too far, before his mind slips away completely. 
Think of the throne 
Think of the order 
Think of… 
“Wife,” 
He called out, saliva dripped down in a reddened  pace between his lips. 
Messmer reached out to nothing, to the blackness that surrounded him. 
“Wife!” He wailed
“Don’t— don’t leave me alone!” 
The lanky man keeled over, his hands beat against the wooden floor with fury. 
“A-Answer me! Your husband— your Lord demands it!” 
With a slurred speech, he crawled, began to move toward where he thought the door might be. 
His hand met with a stone wall, it stood firm against his blood covered palms. 
He couldn’t think- couldn’t remember the size of the room, the chamber at all for that matter. 
The  pain was piercing his mind, it left fire in its wake. 
“Augh—“ 
The knight continued his mission, persisted onto finding the exit, the way to his home- his love. 
Knees now scratched and molded over with scabs, he stopped his movement, as something cold came into contact with his dirtied palm.
Shakily a pale arm reached down once more and with his posture bent, he leered over the object. 
It was fleshy, wet with a warming substance and–
“No,” 
Firm hands acted, looked for proof that could refuse the perverse thoughts invading his mind. 
“No, no, no!” 
Shaky fingers guided their way to a hand, it was soft, so small that he could cover it whole with his own. 
He came into contact with a cold metal, a band that had been wrapped around the person's finger. 
His darling wife’s finger. 
“—Ah! No, this— this is a warning- a vision, it's a farce!” 
Not bothering to stop the blood from pouring down his chin, it fell atop of the bloodied woman. 
Her eyes remained closed, the middle of her person laid into a deep maroon color. 
As best as the weakened knight could, the woman was pulled towards him. She rested upon his lap like a deity. 
Her head was angled towards him, it sagged into the man’s chest instantly. 
He smelled the apples— the Elder flowers that clung onto her stilled skin.
There was no denying, it was his love that lay crumpled in his arms like a wilted lily. 
Only his cries were heard through the chamber, bouncing off the walls with ease as his wails got louder and louder. 
The cries were wet, uneven hiccups accompanied the tears. 
As if nature mourned her loss; thunder boomed, rain seeped down to drench the land and the wind howled beneath the winking stars. 
The man’s shoulders shook, he howled— it was too much, too far beneath the golden rays he was promised. 
Burying his head into her neck the man refused to move. 
His kin could walk through the gates now— with a cure for his blindness yet he would say put. 
For his protective reign is over. 
Now that his purpose lay still and quiet. 
His grip tightened, wide knuckles turned white with pressure. 
“Thy will bury it all in flame,” 
His voice but a whisper among the pelting rain. 
“I will offer it all; and join thee with the heads of the filthy accusers, who dare put thy to rest.” 
Biting down on his cheeks, more crimson seeped down with unwanted reign. 
“Rest, my wife,” his forehead met with hers, the surface sticky and wet. 
“My love will hold me here—“
“—nnnghh,” 
Thin red brows raised, with his mouth agape he let out a noise like no other. 
“Darling, love, please!” He didn’t know what he was begging for, but it came out in unseen repetition
Her mind was foggy, vision even more so as her arm raised above her being. 
It felt as if daggers pierced through her chest, and needles laid about her arms like unseen birthmarks. 
“–mer, Messm—“ 
“I’m here! Gods, I’m— lovely, hear thy cries, please!” 
The voice sounded like it was under rubble, or even perhaps miles of sand and dirt. 
She felt the light touches, how they guided their way on her cheeks, her jaw. 
It was a loving, soft touch made by roughened hands. 
Familiar hands. 
Tears struck her bloodied cheeks, a sloppy smile graced her expression. 
He hadn’t left her afterall— after the fall, the oncoming of soldiers, he was here, by her side. 
Grunting out a low groan, words fled her cut lips in a rush. 
The woman’s words slurred together, and the man tried to make sense of them.
“Slow down, my wife, slow—“
“Es, mess, yo— your eyes!”
On queue, the blackened holes throbbed. Dark pits of ash wobbled down the crevices and met the material of his armor. 
“Shhh, Darling, it will be alright, it will be alright.” 
Her lips shook with a new level of fear, of total shock. 
“I will take care of it— mother will help. I— it will be alright.” 
“She is the cause of such damnation, how will she help?” Taking her hand in his larger one, Messmer placed kisses upon each finger.
The woman gaped up at him. 
“Why are you so calm, aren’t you angry— hurt?”  
“I… was,” He replied. Still distracted by the kisses he laid upon her skin. 
“But thy are here to calm such a flame, hm?” 
The red knight pushed his woman closer, till the cheek of her face mushed against his dirtied armor.
“Let us get fixed, then such a discussion can be demanded.” 
Ignoring the woman's constant worried touches, a smile adorned his face. 
He wasn't alone, his wife lay huddled between his arms. The unspoken horror lay hushed beneath his heel, stomped and winded. 
Although he was blinded, left to die on his own, he could continue his push to the capital.
For the prophecy has already been foretold. 
The kingdom will be left in ash; with only his wife and him to huddle in the flames of ambition. 
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amxnn · 3 months ago
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luffyadolover · 4 months ago
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@acid-ixx here it is :))
(excluding first three drawings)
first drawing:
dick's excuse would always be "sorry, baby bird! but i promised to spar with damian today. ah, but you can watch from the sidelines!" or he would be too busy saving bludhaven to even acknowledge your presence.
second drawing:
you can't deny the bitterness and the clenching of your teeth whenever you stumble upon a room and see your father and your younger brother watching a movie together.
third drawing:
it was your teachers who would be the one having to walk you up the stage whenever you achieved an award. alfred would be too busy sometimes to attend your school ceremonies because he had to assist bruce with missions.
fourth drawing:
it's ironic, really, for a child to prep and plan for their own celebration just to hope that a single member of their family to even walk by the kitchen and join them in on their already lonesome celebration.
too bad everybody only goes to the kitchen when alfred cooks for them. who would want to taste sadness in a sloppily made birthday cake, right? nobody, not even you would have the appetite to eat your cake with the knowledge that it was you who had to put all the effort to bake it because you didn't want alfred to feel obligated to.
fifth drawing:
your family celebrates holidays together as a whole, but you never once attended after that one time where everybody had forgotten to get you a gift for christmas, save for alfred who gave you a bracelet (one that you cherished deeply).
sixth drawing:
the older sibling who he used to threaten with his sword, who he called vile names — a bastard child, he told you one day.
seventh drawing:
you weren't one of his friends, like kon who he would spend weekly video game challenges with; and you probably don't exist as his sibling in his own little world filled with coffee and computers.
eighth drawing:
casual talks are unavoidable, though, when at the dead of the night he would be caught sneaking in to eat some leftovers and you were conveniently awake at the same time as him. he'll recommend you some classic literature he read or 'cafes/restaurants that criminals visit the least' lists, but before it would turn into a full conversation, jason would already be wearing his signature mask again, and with a pat on your head and a "talk to you soon, can't guarantee it'll be tomorrow again though, only here for alfred's meals of course," and he'll be gone. you shouldn't have let your hopes high, you wished you didn't because, duh! he wasn't there to talk to you, specifically. you were just there to bide his time! wiping tears away from your eyes
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mavigardenya · 7 months ago
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bittsandpieces · 4 months ago
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twerkmylif · 1 year ago
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