#wound tw

[wolfsteax]

♦️can't see straight♦️

[lostmf]

By @hel7l7

[motrothi]

Catelyn Holding Robb

I was listening to "I Have Never Loved Someone" by My Brightest Diamond, and it made me sad about them. Go listen if you'd like to be sad too.

[needystreameredits]

Dark KAngel Sprite Gifs

[jarpxds]

sam + cages, pt. 1

4.20 “the rapture” | 5.22 “swan song” | 11.09 “o brother where art thou?” | 2.14 “born under a bad sign” | 13.01 “lost and found” | 4.09 “i know what you did last summer” | 2.21 “all hell breaks loose: part one” | 1.15 “the benders” | 3.11 “mystery spot” | 12.01 “keep calm and carry on”

[aloafofmymind]

My favorite part of episode 2 is how much they had fun.

[syndromestatic]

the boys r fighting!! Drew this as an introductory piece to a new software im using!

[therukurals]

The Kingdom of Surfaces, Sally Wen Mao (insp.)

[mediavol-o]

shitty drawings from this weekend always trying something new SIGH

[lostmf]

By 11 shit was already fucked up

So I would be still 5 I guess

[gollldrush]

@cursedvessels dark shimi au.

The door slams, heavy footsteps trudge down the hallway and soften as they pass the threshold of the bedroom door. Her eyes are squeezed shut; her body as still as possible. She prays internally that he will just leave her alone and go to sleep. But it’s never been that easy for her. Whatever was out there stopped listening to her years ago.

By now, she knows not to fight back. It’s easier to not struggle, usually less painful if she manages to keep quiet while he got his hits in. She doesn’t know what she did wrong this time. The house was clean, the dishes put away, laundry done… none of it matters. It dawns on her later that she never cleared her phone history, that a tab was pulled up with the information for a battered woman’s shelter was right there in plain view. She was going to leave him, and he couldn’t have that.

--

The alleyway smells of piss and rotting trash. It’s cold, and she’s wheezing in pain as her body is hauled from a car and rashly tossed to the ground below. Her head thuds against bricks and lolls to the side, staring through bruised and swollen eyes at the blood that’s trailing from the rear door.

Eric stands with his feet on either side of her legs. There’s no emotion on his face as he bends and reaches for the knife in his pocket. Leo whimpers, lifts an unsteady hand to try to bat his away, resulting in her palm being sliced open. He looks almost mechanical as he backs up a bit, makes a face – grits his teeth.

And plunges the knife right into her abdomen.

His gloved hand shoves into her mouth to quiet her screaming, unphased by how her teeth feel as they sink into the leather of it. She’s squirming, muffled pleas drowned the sound of his own heart thudding in his ears. It’s like once he starts, he can’t stop; almost mesmerized by the act. The knife drags upwards at a choppy angle, recedes, and then plunges again.

When he yanks his hand from her mouth, the glove is covered in punctures and drool, snot. She’s writhing on the ground, each jarring movement of her body sending shockwaves of pain throughout the rest of her. Her hands pathetically cover her stomach like she can hold in all the blood. Eric doesn’t stay much longer; one last look at his work and he slips into his car and leaves her to die.

Leo’s heaving in breaths, sickened by the feeling of her torn flesh beneath her palms. Her eyes drift to the pool of blood beside her in time to catch that damn reflection that had haunted her for years. It’s almost like they’re smiling. And in the strangest of ways, it’s comforting.

A gasp in and her eyes drift upwards, closing. A few moments later they open. Close again. Flutter open…A man is leaning over her, saying something. She squints at the feeling of familiarity. Her mouth parts to speak but nothing comes out except for a raspy squeak. Her hand lifts, clawing desperately at his skin like she's begging him to save her.

[residences-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Berrypaw

Aliases / Nicknames: Brat, Bratpaw, Annoying Flea

Gender: tom

Sexuality: bisexual

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, five unnamed littermates

Other Relations: unnamed mentor

Clan: ThunderClan

Rank: apprentice

Characteristics: talks back, childish, shameless, bold

Motive to Harm: fun

Number of Victims: 1+

Number of Murders: 0

Murder Method: N/A

Method of Harm: disrespecting his leader, disrespecting StarClan

Known Victims: Specklestar, StarClan in general

Victim Profile: his leader, his ancestors

Cause of Death: crushed by fallen branch

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

He learned early on that the best way for cats to pay attention to him was to annoy them.

Play games? Only works if they have the time and until they're tired.

Flicking their ears or sticking out his tongue at them? They'll be so irritated that they'll stick around him.

He was born in a large litter of six healthy kits, and that was a lot of divided attention for his parents. Berrykit started acting out because of frustration at not being soothed or spoken to enough by his mother or father. The moment he did something bad, he was scolded, but all he could focus on was that his parents were paying attention to him.

Berrypaw focused on training and, not including the occasional prank or joke, was professional when he was alone or only with his mentor. But the moment there was a peer around or more than two other cats, he put on his smirk and began his prodding.

The bigger the crowd, the better. He loved being the centre of attention, it didn't matter if that attention was negative.

This all culminated in his final, big joke: saying "I don't" to the Clan leader instead of "I do" during his warrior ceremony.

Immediately he was met with anger and gasps. No one thought that it was funny, but that didn't matter. Berrypaw thought it was funny, and a big smile spread on his face as he looked up at his flustered and annoyed leader.

Specklestar pressed on, asking if Berrypaw knew what he was doing, asking if he was sure. As Berrypaw kept confirming, Specklestar's questions became more serious. She asked if Berrypaw knew he was disrespecting his leader and StarClan, then if Berrypaw was sure he wanted to continue with his attitude, reminding him that StarClan was watching.

Berrypaw put on an innocent face, saying that he knows he's not ready to finish training, so why is everyone putting up such a fuss? He's just being honest.

Eventually the meeting ended and Berrypaw was punished with cleaning out the elder's den and cleaning the dirtplace until after everyone else was asleep.

Then he curled up in his nest in the apprentice's den--unusually cold and quiet with all his littermates now sitting vigil.

He was about to drift into sleep when he heard creaking from above. Then the den roof collapsed.

Additional Information:

--His littermates were the first to hurry to the apprentice's den because they were already up.

--The branch would have fallen even if StarClan was not disrespected--they did not cause it to fall. But had Berrypaw not ruined his own ceremony, he wouldn't have been in the apprentice's den at that time, and would have survived.

--Base: F2u Apprentice Base by KouNavi48 on DeviantArt

[mystery-star]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 13 | Infection

Gladiator (2000)

[jarpxds]

sam + cages, pt. 2

11.08 “just my imagination” | 3.12 “jus in bello” | 12.09 “first blood” | 9.09 “holy terror” | 7.17 “the born-again identity” | 8.23 “sacrifice” | 6.13 “unforgiven” | 15.01 “back and to the future” | 7.08 “season 7, time for a wedding!” | 15.20 “carry on”

[wolfsteax]

[moraggian]

miss him

insp