#guess who is in pain < 3

[sketchyspirit]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖒𝖞 𝖊𝖞𝖊𝖘

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𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖌𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖓𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙  

𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖇𝖊 𝖒𝖞 𝖕𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙

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please reblog, I paint for the # comments  

[ohhamlet-art]

12th of the hour

[factorialsotherfandoms]

Mike wakes up sobbing, and they are not his tears. They've been here before, though, a thousand times and more. He reaches to the bedside table, feeling around for the drawer, and the tub within.

Only once it is in hand does he roll over, lazily nudging his face into the back of Pac's neck.

He earns a gasp, and a shudder, but also Pac uncurling just enough to be handed the cream.

Pac holds it in shaking hands, Mike follows the spikes of pain from their bond as he slathers some onto his fingers, then sleepily massages it into aching wounds - amputation scars, knife scars, the barely healed cut on his stomach...

As he works the sobbing quietens - for him, and for Pac.

They fall back asleep with the pot still open, wounds soothed, and wake in the morning to it spilt on the bed. Every time they promise to put it back next time.

Every time they forget.

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Pac wakes up sobbing, and they are not his tears. They've been here before, but not as often as people seem to think. He rolls over with a lazy arm, flopping it over Mike's side.

Only once he is certain he is not making things worse, Pac pulls Mike against him, and presses his face into Mike's hair.

He gains an extra sob, louder than the rest, before Mike turns in the bed and buries himself into Pac's chest.

Mike shudders with the cold, scrabbling along their bond in a desperate attempt for comfort. Pac pulls him closer in body and in mind, cradling him and whispering to him and trying to warm him up in every way he knows how.

Soon enough their tears begin to dry - still they cling to each other, and hold on.

They don't go back to sleep, not on nights like this, not when to let reality drift is to be alone once again. Every second they spend promising they're together, they're safe, it's okay.

Every time fate has made liars of them yet.

[lunarharp]

wip thing...

of my bg3 avatar hellebore. i also did some casual nude studies of my 3 characters which i'll put under a cut... rather unlike me after all. (so WARNING for abrupt non-sexual full Artistic nudity lol...,,,,) (< won't be making a habit of this)

they mean the world to me

[rexscanonwife]

I'VE GOT IT...instead of stressing myself out rn making big angsty music video...I make SMALL angsty music video instead >:3

[bloodhaven]

Me at the dr: my back is in excruciating pain, like right here (touches the spot) in the bone and it circles around to my stomach

The ONLY nurse practitioner doctor in the ENTIRE facility that I just don't like at all:

[dangoulains-devotion]

on this late night i am thinking incredibly hard about how, when faced with a choice between preventing a new friend from harm + clearing up a misunderstanding and choosing the path that would potentially find him a cure for his catatonic friend, zack recalled marlene's words of saying that aerith liked cloud, and of course she did, because he (zack) wasn't there. hadn't been there for a long time

and after recalling these words and grasping at the ribbon tied around his hand, zack ultimately decides that by taking the right-hand path he can, with some luck, fulfill two of his own desires - 1) potentially seeing his friend cloud healed and healthily awake again, and 2) making sure that aerith will be able to be happy when she wakes if he succeeds the first part. he has not and will not let go of his adoration and love for her, but if cloud is seemingly what makes her happy in this bizarre world he's found himself in, he'll choose that option in a heartbeat, because her happiness means the world to him even if it means accepting that he's not the focus of it anymore. he just loves her so much . oh i'm in pain. zack fair the man that you are

[sysig]

Okay but what if (Patreon)

[blue-jester-art-blog]

You love a god so much you are more devoted than any worshipper yet you're a non believer, blasphemous, sacrilegious, a sinner... You're the closest thing this world knows to a demon, really.

But a loved, and cherished one.

So what does that make you? A saint? Maybe it helps that the oh so holy and divine god you've fallen for themself is a fallen star robed of wings and seat in paradise...

Maybe you're just two very different yet very similar people who are in love

and there doesn't need to be anything more to it

[the mags here belongs to @opal-owl-flight]

[ripplefields]

ADDING THE LAG, ITS A RUNTIME LAG

ITS A LOG, LOG OF REBELLION

(musical nerds - r0b0-writes)

[bigbrainbiology]

Penny redraw <3

ref ->

[redfeathered]

[ladysqueakinpip]

not me lying wide awake at 5:30am on a sunday on my day off bc after almost a full year I finally FINALLY realized the implication of the end of remember them from the cyclops saga

[hi-intrepid-heroes]

"I don't have chronic pain, except years ago I got injured and it hurts to walk" my dear.....my darling......that is called.................... chronic pain

good morning and welcome to: i for some reason thought chronic pain was something you were born with (? why no idea)

[bylertruther]

i don't like season three when viewing it as a continuation of seasons one and two, but i do very much like season three when viewing it as the prequel to seasons four and five... hmmmmm.

[xochimillilili]

I love when my body and mind are achey and sore and I sleep all day wow /s

<-felt like shit the past few days