#shot heart

[darknesshell22]

@prismgenizx70 gun shot heart.

[arelliann]

Once a Bad Bitch always a Bad Bitch

pose reference from @ Kaosdisabledsupport on tiktok

[moshimoshibe]

kiss-shot

[shepscapades]

[Pt 1] [Pt 2] [Pt 3] [Pt 4] [Pt 5] [Pt 6] [PART 7] [Don’t Let it Reach the Heart]

Nobody Anymore Nobody Anymore

[This comic is part of my dbhc au, following the chaos and panic that ensues after Doc and Xisuma try to get Etho back online at the start of s9 after a very rough s8 finale that leaves him a little. broken. It's set to the vibes of Joywave's Destruction. This part concludes this comic, but this moment doesn't end here: Don't Let it Reach the Heart will be the title of the fic that will follow the end of Destruction!]

[idolomantises]

I just finished rewatching ATLA and I have to say…

Absolutely insane to me that people were insisting that Azula not getting a redemption was “misogynistic” and some kind of writing mistake. The girl told her dad to commit mass genocide.

[drunkenmantis]

Shot through the heart

And you're to blame

Darlin', you give love a bad name

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[kbsd]

bucky egan // "free" by florence + the machine

the feeling comes so fast and i cannot control it i'm on fire, but i'm trying not to show it

[idyllcy]

iced ankle - zayne x reader (nsfw warning)

You whimper at the coolness on your skin.

To be fair, it's supposed to be cold, and for a quicker recovery, your leg is lifted into the air, Zayne's palm wrapped around the sprain, evol cool against your ankle as his other hand presses down where you can feel him inside of you. It makes you squirm slightly, breathing labored as he tilts his head down at you.

"Are you alright? Should I stop?"

"Don't you dare." You manage, shifting slightly to adjust to his size, ice on his palm sliding up you as he pinches your nipple. You whimper.

"The patient looks uncomfortable."

"God, you're so work-brained." You groan, humming as Zayne moves your other ankle to his shoulder, pulling you close as he folds you onto his table, papers scattering as he does.

"If I were so work-brained, you would not be here getting railed in my office." He chuckles, humming as his hands grow colder to make a point, sliding down your waist just to see you squirm.

You let out a shaky breath as you hum. "You can move now."

"Good girl." He hums, finally moving as you cling onto his desk, head thrown back in pleasure as your head swirls. You wonder if he should start giving you treatment of this type more often.

[doctorsiren]

I have an idea (concept sketch that I will make a more refined version of in the morning since it is midnight)

[tacc0yak1]

the new update was truly wholesome! :D

new update sketches ft. (my wife) lady dikke

[darknesshell22]

[sengardet]

Assassin's Last Breath

Only one of them will leave the garden alive. Another's heart will water the plants

Terra, a young Nigerian woman who escaped trouble life as an assassin, was tending to her garden. She escaped from a ruthless mafia, from which she is currently hiding. Still, she knew that they would be looking to silence her for good.

Terra was walking around her house to her garden when she heard something… footsteps behind her. a sense of danger washed over her, and she halted. The faint footsteps drew closer, reaching her ears from behind.

With a swift pivot, Terra pressed herself against the cool, rough bricks of her wall, her chest rising and falling in shallow, controlled breaths.

The intruder turned the corner—a pale woman with blonde hair, scantily clad, exuding a sense of innocence had she not been holding a suppressed pistol in front of her. The woman's icy blue eyes locked onto Terra's with a sense of surprise.

Terra’s hand, dark against the other woman's fair skin, snatched at the gun with viper-like speed, wrenching it free with reflexes honed by her past. A well-placed kick behind the knee sent the assassin tumbling to the ground, a gasp escaping her lips.

Terra was upon her in an instant, straddling the fallen woman with the authority of a queen claiming her throne. She pressed the cold metal of the suppressor against the trembling assassin's chest. Beneath her palm, she felt the intensity of the woman’s terror—the powerful beat of a heart racing in the midst of its downfall.

Each breath a desperate bid for life, fear and regret flush on her pallid skin. A strange high filled Terra’s mind, a rush of power fueled by the pathetic flinching mess of a woman beneath her, begging for pity she knew she didn’t deserve. “Please! I’m sorry!” the woman yelped “That’s pretty obvious.” Terra replied

Terra watched the pulsing of the woman’s arteries, in her porcelain, nearly translucent skin. She could feel the desperate splaying of the woman’s ribs between her knees. A shame such a creature found herself in this life. There was a beauty in the terror that glazed the assassin's eyes—a beauty Terra had never known she would appreciate until this moment of control.

Terra knew she had to end it, and she would savor every second. She trailed the barrel of the gun across the assassin's chest, sliding over the rise of breasts, down the valley between them. The obedient girl stayed frozen, her silent pleas for mercy ignored.

Terra's gaze shimmered with a cruel gleam, satisfied by the obedience, yet not enough. The barrel of the gun now centered over her left lung. Terra squeezed the trigger. The muffled pop of the gunshot reverberated through the garden. The assassin's body jolted.

Terra felt the heartbeat flutter desperately under her palm, a drumbeat out of sync in the throes of its final dance. The woman’s chest heaved pathetically now with a soft sucking sound beneath the gun’s barrel growing fainter as the useless lung deflated in its cavity.

Slowly, Terra shifted the gun across the centerline of the woman's chest, teasing it over her heart before it rested above the opposite lung. She watched, fascinated, as every exasperated inhalation lifted the assassin's chest.

"That sounded nice, let's hear it again," Terra cooed as the woman shook her head in a futile attempt to disagree. "Sing for me."

The trigger yielded to her touch once more, another muffled pop and a jerk from the woman’s body affirming her success, another chorus of ragged breaths as the other lung deflated. Terra leaned closer, her senses alight with the scent of fear-slicked skin and the dribble of blood.

The assassin’s once lively features now distorted by an agonizing struggle to keep conscious. Yet, all she could do was lie there, vulnerable and defenseless as a wounded doe caught in the jaws of a merciless predator. Her every breath was a desperate plea for life, each one more pitiful than the last.

Terra's gaze locked onto the assassin's eyes, watching as the woman fought for each useless breath, her chest heaving in increasing futility. And yet this pathetic, broken life continued its amusing little dance. The woman’s heart pounded its hardest in a desperate bid for dwindling oxygen. Her toy had not yet stopped working and she was going to enjoy pushing its limits.

With calculated grace, she repositioned the cold muzzle of the gun, pressing it firmly against the frantic drumming beneath the assassin's breastbone. The heart's wild tempo beat against the suppressor, the last functioning flow of vitality fueling those delicate trembles and meaningless breaths. Terra felt the pulsing life through the metal, the vibrations connecting her to the moment of ultimate control.

The trigger gave way under her finger, and the assassin's heart shuddered beneath the impact. A crimson bloom painted the pale canvas of her skin, a perverse flower unfurling with each weakening throb. Blood, hot and vital, gushed forth in spurts that mirrored the erratic cadence of a heart realizing its own demise.

In the assassin's eyes, Terra saw the dawning recognition of mortality, the helplessness of a creature couldn’t even choose to fight for its life. She watched, entranced, as the woman clung to existence with sheer will, every beat a testament to her determination not to yield.

Yet Terra's amusement was not sated. Even as the woman’s eyes glazed over, her body continued to squirm, her chest still rising, mouth moving in a silent plea for help. Terra’s hand, steady and unyielding, guided the gun lower, tracing the contours of the woman's supple little abdomen with a lover's familiarity. Each shot that followed was an act of intimate destruction, the bullets tearing through organs and spirit alike.

And with each pull of the trigger, Terra felt the assassin's struggle wane, her breaths became shallower, her resistance crumbling. The once strong body now quivered weakly, each movement a whispered plea for mercy that would not come.

Finally, the last remnants of breath left the assassin's body.

Terra exhaled deeply, the thrill of the kill still humming through her veins, an echo of the heartbeats that had resonated beneath her touch. With a lingering look at the motionless form before her, she wondered if she had ever really left her old job.

[spirit-meets-the-b0ne]

God I love Dustin Henderson so much man, I know Will is in love with Mike because only a deeply down bad homosexual would be able to say Mike “is the heart” when Dustin is alive and in the party. Dustin is the one constantly mediating in S1 between Mike and Lucas, he’s even insecure of his own newness to the group when he conciliates. Because even though the party are all HIS best friends he is able to rationalize why they might have a hierarchy based on seniority. Mike makes it clear that isn’t the case. It’s partly why Dustin is quicker to accept Eleven and partly why he’s so open to including Max “as the new kid” because that was him once. Dustin’s iconic “she’s our friend and she’s crazy!” Dustin and Lucas having parallel deviations from their code of honor in ST2 and Dustin being (so dramatic ik) literally ready to fall on the sword for his misdoings. Dustin basically involving Steve out of necessity but then cultivating that relationship to make Steve a good friend, Steve who had the shittiest friends in high school and attention for all the wrong reasons. Steve never had a true friend in his life and then some 12 year old basically gave him a crash course. In ST3 when Dustin earnestly challenges Steve’s socially conditioned need to be seen as cool only for Steve to become bffs with a band geek. A band geek who is also a lesbian that Steve would rather be seen as a rizzless hack of a womanizer than out her to anybody, even Dustin. All of Dustin and Steve. Dustin going from calling Steve a douchebag, to Eddie saying the kid worships him and thinks he’s a total badass. Dustin who in ST4 is once again demolishing social norms of high school vs middle school because FUCK, his friend is in middle school! His friend Erica, his comrade Lady Applejack, is a black girl in junior high and he dgaf what anyone thinks about it. ALL OF DUSTIN AND ERICA. Dustin teaching Erica to embrace her inner nerd, to Erica staunchly declaring “I’ve bled with him!” When asked if she knows Dustin. Dustin who is the FIRST person that Max goes to when shit hits the fan in ST4 because god damn dude Dustin is the heart. Dustin’s unwavering support of Eddie even when the evidence is stacked against him, Dustin always believed in Eddie Munson. Dustin is the only one who truly offers Wayne condolences. He is the friend of all friends. Dustin is constantly carrying the party through crisis and discomfort, he’s dedicated, he’s unabashedly caring, and he’s the character that is able to socially move across the board in every direction. I fuckin love this little curly haired drama king because these geeks would be LOST without him!!! If Dustin isn’t the heart; he’s the Central Nervous System, he’s the nucleus, he’s fucking vital to not only the party but every other tertiary character of importance. He’s constantly inspiring and providing direction. He’s a goofball, he’s wise beyond his years, he’s a lover and he’s a fighter, he always has a plan and he always has a bad idea, he’s the voice of reason and the resounding falsetto alarm of things gone wrong, he’s never done anything wrong ever in his life, one time something ate his cat but besides that. He’s my heart of the show damn it!

[moshimoshibe]

kiss-shot

[noxious-fennec]

Snapshots of simpler times..

[kalicocal]

is everybody going crazy?

it just can't be me only