#tw coughing up blood

[laptoparmageddon]

It's like scarlet fever but for your brain. (Has had scarlet fever before)

[selineram3421]

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You're Off-key

Part 1

Prologue

Reader X Gravity Falls

Warnings ⚠

⚠ italics=thoughts, swear words, some or many book of bill spoils, blood, mentions of a concussion, minor panic attack, we pacing now lol, ugh Disney mention ⚠

Ow..

You woke up in pain and the sunlight hitting your eyes.

Everything hurt.

Like a lot.

Geez.. You thought with a groan. Why is everything so bright? What is this vividness? Disney?

Sitting up, you notice that you're still in the woods and it's around noon or at least in the afternoon. Rubbing the back of your head, you try to remember what happened.

I was in the woods..with spaghetti and..my best friend was going to take my picture. Ow-!

You hiss and you pull your hand away from your head, finding blood once getting a look at it.

"Oof ok, time to go get help.", you said to yourself and stood up.

Like any gamer out there, you checked your surroundings before checking your inventory. So far you were deep in the woods that looked oddly..cartoonish? And you had a backpack nearby with a water bottle, phone, and wallet inside.

Where's my flashlight? Wait, I had a flashlight? Also, where's by bestie?

Every time you thought about it your head would start hurting.

"Never mind that, I have to get moving before it gets dark out.", you sighed and began walking.

In all honesty, you did not know where you were going. Just picked a direction and decided that was good enough. Maybe you'll find civilization or maybe you're walking deeper into the woods. Who knows!

My brain is a little optimistic right now. You thought. Or maybe it's due to lack of sleep.. I was driving the whole time.

Then you started getting a little clumsy.

Tripping, swaying, falling flat on your face a few times, and overall just feeling drained. Also, you kept hearing maracas? Was that some kind of bird or something?

Ah, wait. Wasn't that the Hide Behind? You remembered about reading it in Journal 3 and that scene when Mabel says maraca owl. Maybe it is a maraca owl or maybe it's the tall thing that follows people.

Currently, you were laying on the ground because you fell..haha. AGAIN.

Thank Glob you landed on grass this time.

Ok. Do I or do I not take a nap? Probably not the best choice because I might have a concussion. Hm..the choices.

Deciding on one last try, you push yourself off the ground, take a quick sip of water, and continue on your journey! Nothing was gonna stop you now-!

Oh, a bird!

Then you ran into something, fell back and hit your head on the ground.

It was silly because it was kinda like a light switch.

You were awake and then you passed out,

Ha!

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OW! How many times am I going to wake up in pain!?

"Great job Dipper! You killed someone!", a feminine voice said.

"They aren't dead! They just hit their head and passed oUt after they fell!", another voice says with a slight voice crack.

"Haha ha!", the girl laughs. "Your voice cracked."

Slowly waking up, you feel a type of rocking motion, like you're in a car or something.

A car!?

You sit up quickly. Too quickly and almost fall out of the golf cart but someone manages to pull you back to the seat.

"Whoa! Careful, you do not want to fall out of this thing when going almost full speed.", the female voice says next to you.

Looking over, you find a brown haired girl wearing a keyboard sweater.

"Hi! I'm Mabel! I have a pet pig named Waddles!!", she introduces herself loudly.

You feel your head hurt at her polite screeching.

"Ow. Hold on, give me a sec.", you say and rub your forehead.

"Uh.. Mabel? It's not a good idea to be loud around someone who just woke up after hitting their head.", the guy says, who you are assuming is driving the golf cart.

"Oops.", the girl, Mabel, smiles at you sheepishly. "My bad."

You wave her off.

"It's fine, I've dealt with worse.", you reassure.

"Let me start again.", she says and extends a hand for you to shake. "I'm Mabel and the one driving the golf cart is my twin brother, Dipper."

"STOP THE CART!"

The golf cart screeches to a stop and you hobbled your way out, beginning to pace back and forth.

Holyshitthisexplainsalot!That'swhyeverythingwassobrightandcartoonybecasuethisisfuckingDisneyshit!AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHH-!

"Uh..you ok there?", Mabel asks.

"Um? Maybe? I-", you begin but then panic about what to say next.

Shitshitshitshit! Think of something! Anything!

"I don't remember how I got into the woods..", you say and cringe.

Yeah! Nice job! Now you're suspicious! YA DOINKUS!

"O..k, so you hit your head harder than we thought.", Dipper speaks up. "Let's get you patched up and see what we can do from there, ok?"

Pros: Going with two of your favorite characters will lead to adventures. Cons: They might try to read your mind to see if you're a threat and might threaten you with some random weapons..

.....

"I guess I can go with you guys until I can go to the hospital or something.", you say and finally stop imprinting foot prints into the dirt.

"Cool!", Mabel cheers. "Let's go! I've got Mabel juice in the fridge and I wanna see if the new dinosaurs inside taste different!"

"That's not how that works.", her brother mumbles and puts the golf cart in drive.

Hopping back on, you notice your backpack was opened.

"Uh? Who raccooned into my pack?", you asked.

"Racooned?", the Pines driving asks.

"Dug through your stuff? That was Dip.", Mabel says, completely understanding what you meant.

"Oh, sorry.", Dipper pipes up. "That was to see your ID, nothing else. I mean, wouldn't you try to identify someone after they passed out randomly?"

He is kinda right.

"Understandable racooning.", you say and start to brain storm ideas for a plan on how to stay under the radar.

Ok, so I might have/most likely freed Bill and now I have to do something about it before he's running wild around Gravity Falls again...fun.

You sigh and just decide to sit back and enjoy the ride for now.

Jerk didn't let me keep the pictures.

The sun was starting to set, within a few minutes you saw the Mystery Shack in the distance.

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~Seline, the person.

Part 2

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[withywhump]

Scissor Seven ~ Season 3 Episode 8

[kabie-whump]

✧･ﾟ Ripe, About to Fall - Part 12 ✧･ﾟ

This is an 18+ slowish burn pet-whump story with added romance.

Title from 'Liquid Smooth' by Mitski

Series

First | Previous

Summary: Athos holds a ball. Ventis may or may not escape.

Content: knives, stabbing, near-death experience, obsessive whumper, blood, jumping from high places

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“Here.”

Onthyes looked up from his meal as Theodore tossed a pair of thick, dark papers onto the table.

“What are these?” Gold-embossed writing flashed in light as Onthyes picked up a paper and examined it.

“Invitations to Athos’s next ball. One for me, and one for my friend, who will be visiting from the north on that night.”

Onthyes glanced up at Theodore, starting to put the pieces together. “He’ll surely recognize me”

Raising an eyebrow, Theodore reached down and tapped the writing on one of the invitations. “Not necessarily. See?”

Onthyes looked back down at the paper, at the word Theodore was pointing to.

Masquerade.

“Ah.” A smile tugged at his lips. Theodore was right; this could actually work. Onthyes might actually get to see Ventis again. “But I don’t have a mask.”

“Already taken care of. We’ll have them by the night of the party.”

-

Ventis felt so exposed.

Looking down from the staircase at a sea of masked faces, his own bare face felt so naked. Even the servants had their faces covered in simple black masks as they milled about with trays of food and drinks.

The ballroom was heavily decorated for the evening - dripping in floral arrangements of purple and red and shimmering gold. On the stage, a symphony of masked musicians manipulated golden instruments while an elven woman in a floor length gown stood in the middle and sang, her voice soaring effortlessly into notes hat made Ventis’s head pound. The attention of the crowd below had been drawn away from her and towards the appearance of Athos and his pet at the top of the staircase. Usually Ventis didn’t mind the attention too much. It’s what he had always craved as a child, after all. But tonight it made his skin crawl.

“Are you certain that I should not wear a mask tonight?” Ventis asked as he descended the stairs with his hand looped around Athos’s elbow.

“And hide your pretty face? Absolutely not. I don’t put so much work into your upkeep just to hide you away.”

Ventis suppressed a sigh as he and his master waded into the crowd of people, all parting to let them through. He caught every flash of eyes lingering on his body through the holes of their masks. Masquerade parties always seemed to inspire Athos’s guests to be even bolder in their actions, inspired by the anonymity. This one was no different, and Ventis resisted the urge to cringe away as hands reached out to brush over his waist and back as he passed through the crowd.

Athos, his own face covered in an ornate white bird-like mask, strutted across the room, seeming to bask in the attention that was only courteously directed to him for a short moment before it was eagerly turned to Ventis.

“Ah, is that my young pupil under that fearsome mask?”

Ventis glanced up, suppressing a chuckle at the sight of Theodore standing before Athos and him in a dark blue outfit and a golden mask in the shape of a dragon’s face. A little too on the nose, in Ventis’s opinion, but he held his tongue like a good accessory.

“Clever man,” Theodore said, his voice coming out slightly muffled through the metal. “Allow me to introduce you to my friend, Berlith.”

Theodore gestured to the man standing next to him and Ventis’s breath caught in his throat. He was tall, towering a whole head over Theodore. He wore fine red and gold garments, and his whole face was covered by an ivory mask in the shape of a lion’s head. A pair of ivy green irises flashed under the eyeholes, fixed on Ventis.

That had to be Onthyes.

Ventis lowered his gaze. Athos wasn’t stupid. It surely wouldn’t take much for him to catch on to the true identity of his guest, so Ventis would have to be sure to pretend to have absolutely no interest in the man.

“Welcome to Nimbria, Berilth,” Athos said, extending a hand.

Onthyes shook his hand. “Thank you, sir. This is a wonderful party. I appreciate the invitation.”

Ventis had to force himself not to giggle at the way Onthyes deepened the pitch of his voice and added a slight accent.

Thankfully, Athos wasn’t too interested in continuing the conversation. There were far more important people for him to greet and he took Ventis in tow.

As was the nature of any of Athos’s parties, the rest of the night began to blur. Ventis drank - not quite as much as his master but still enough to add a pearly sort of sheen to the world around him and a slight sway to his steps. The dancing went on and on, and Ventis lost track of how many times he was passed from partner to partner, each party guest eager for their moment with him on the dance floor. It was dizzying but Ventis did his best to keep up, smiling politely and barely able to keep his balance as he was spun across the ballroom.

Then his hand met a much larger, warmer one, and the world froze around him.

Green eyes shone down at him from behind a mask. A deep, whispered voice. “Hi there.

Ventis took a tiny step back in the breath between songs, trying to pull his hand away from Onthyes’s. “We should not-”

Onthyes kept a firm hold on Ventis’s hand, but somehow he didn’t feel trapped. Onthyes pulled him closer and wrapped a hand around his waist, more protective than anything else. “It would be suspicious if I were the only one here who didn’t want to dance with you.”

A new song started and they began dancing. Halfway through a spin Ventis craned his neck to locate Athos, who was chatting with some business partners over to the side with his eyes locked on his pet.

“He’s looking at us,” Ventis breathed once he was facing Onthyes again.

“It’s okay. Trust me. You’re safe. I’m dead, remember?”

Ventis’s breath hitched. The grief he had felt for Onthyes’s near loss was still an open wound. “Do not say that. I really believed that you were…”

“I know. I’m sorry. And I’m sorry that I could not tell you myself. I’m just glad you’re okay. When we were caught I was so scared that he would…”

Ventis stared at Onthyes’s chest, chewing on his bottom lip. “I survived.”

“But he hurt you, didn’t he? Theodore said that-”

“I’m fine, Onthyes. Now please, you have overstayed your turn with me.”

Onthyes glanced around, only just noticing the dirty looks shot his way by others who were waiting to dance with Ventis. Clearing his throat, he released his hold on the genasi and stepped back.

“Hold fast, Ventis. You won’t be stuck here much longer.”

Ventis nodded silently.

It wasn’t another party guest but Athos himself who claimed Ventis then, taking his arm in a firm grip and pulling him away from the dance floor.

“That man…” Athos shook his head, his gri becoming painfully tight. “There’s something off about him. I don’t like him.”

Ventis glanced up at his master. The man would seem perfectly fine to anyone else, but he knew better. Athos was a mess. His hair was ever so slightly out of place, and there was a splotch of red wine stained into his shirt that he had yet to notice. Athos never let a spill go unattended to.

“Master, you spilled-”

Athos took Ventis by his collar and pulled until the two were nose to nose. Ventis let out a choked squeak, standing on his toes to accommodate the motion.

“Are you trying to distract me, pet? So you can run away again?” His voice came out almost like a snarl. His breath smelled of something much stronger than wine.

Ventis shook his head frantically. People nearby were quickly taking notice of Athos’s loss of composure. The orchestra began playing louder. Athos was never this out of control - not in public, at least. Ventis’s heart climbed into his throat.

“Master-”

“It’s him, isn’t it? He came back for you?!”

No. He must have noticed something suspicious. Ventis has never seen him so paranoid.

“It is just Berlith, master. You met him.” Ventis dropped his voice lower, leaning in closer to Athos. “You forget yourself, master. You have guests. Besides, Onthyes is dead.”

“I must see him without his mask.” Athos dropped his hold on Ventis and turned to scan the crowd, many of whom were now openly watching the drama. “Where is he?!”

Ventis too searched for a lion’s face towering above the other guests, but he was nowhere to be found.

“He must have stepped out,” Ventis said softly.

“Find him!” Athos demanded with a sweeping gesture to the nearest guard. “Quickly!”

Theodore appeared then, holding out his hands and wearing the same diffusing smile he always used when their father had his fits of rage. “Easy, sir. My friend just went to relieve himself, that’s all. If you would like to go check for yourself I would be glad toguard Ventis until you have satisfied your worries.”

Athos let out a growl, shoving himself between Ventis and his brother. “You’re in on it too! You’re trying to take him from me!”

“No, of course not!”

Ventis had never known a better liar than Theodore, but Athos could not be convinced. The man grabbed Ventis by his wrist in a bruising grip and dragged him out of the ballroom.

On the almost-run upstairs to Athos’s private quarters they passed pairs of guards searching every corner of the mansion, going door to door in an effort to locate the missing party guest. Ventis didn’t worship any gods, but he found himself silently praying to every one that wherever Onthyes had disappeared to, he would not be discovered.

Athos’s bedroom door slammed behind the pair, covering the thump of Ventis hitting the floor as his master shoved him inside roughly.

“This is what I get for not seeing Onthyes Ventura’s head roll personally,” Athos seethed.

Ventis didn’t bother standing up. He had been under Athos’s thumb for almost four years now, and he knew that he would just end up knocked back down.

“He’d dead, master,” Ventis whispered.

A harsh slap had Ventis’s eyes watering.

“You don’t know that! You’re just a dumb little pet - you don’t know anything!”

Ventis rose to his knees, carefully crawling closer to his master. He gripped the bottom of his robes, looking up at him openly. “Please, no one is going to take me from you. I love you, remember? I am yours.”

Athos stared down at him. Ventis thought he knew every one of the man’s expressions now. He thought he could read him effortlessly. But this was one he had never seen before.

“You are right, for once,” Athos whispered. His movements were dangerously calm as he stepped back from his pet and moved to his bedside table. He opened a drawer and rummaged inside, his hand emerging gripped around the handle of an ornate dagger.

Ventis’s whole body went cold with fear.

“No one is ever going to take you away from me.”

“Master?”

Athos moved quickly then, grabbing Ventis by his hair before he could try to run. He pulled his head back sharply, bearing his throat. Ventis squeezed his eyes closed, holding back a sob at the sensation of cold, sharp metal against the delicate skin.

“Please,” he whispered.

The blade stung as it pressed harder into his skin. “I’ve given you everything. I made you what you are, and this is how you repay me? By plotting against me? By bringing that… that ghost into my home?”

“No! I am grateful, I swear. Please, you don’t have to do this. I love you, Athos!”

Ventis flinched as the dagger pressed even deeper, cool blood dribbling down his throat. Then, the pressure lifted. He opened his eyes as the hold on his hair relented, watching Athos stumble back, the dagger still clutched in his fist.

“I… I hurt you. I almost…”

Ventis rushed to placate him. “No, no. It’s alright. I know you only do it out of love.”

“Love. Yes. I’m sorry, treasure.” He let out a shaky sigh, and Ventis almost gasped at the sight of tears dripping down his cheeks. All these years and he’s never seen him cry. “My love for you… it’s driven me to madness.”

“You just want to protect me. But you don’t have to worry, master. I am yours.”

It almost worked. In that moment, Ventis may have actually been able to calm Athos’s paranoia, if not for…

“There he is!”

“Ventura! Halt!”

Athos’s head snapped in the direction of the window at the sound of distant voices, his face twisting into an ugly rage. “I knew it!”

Ventis moved quickly, shooting to his feet and bolting for the balcony. His long robes gathered under his feet and he stumbled, crashing shoulder-first into the doors and falling onto the balcony floor as they opened under his weight. Athos followed, reaching Ventis as he used the balcony railing to pull himself to his feet.

Then, a white hot pain roared through Ventis’s side. He gasped, his knees buckling, then screamed as the dagger was yanked from his body. His vision blurred with tears but he could still make out the commotion happening in the garden below.

Onthyes, now without his mask, crossed blades with a guard. Two others laid unmoving at his feet. He dispatched the guard, then froze at the sound of Ventis’s scream.

“Ventis!” he called up to the balcony. “I’m here!”

Ventis coughed harshly, clasping a hand over the gushing wound in his side. Every heartbeat roared in his ears, and his vision flashed in and out with it.

“You’ve lost, Onthyes!” Athos shouted, his voice filled with a manic sort of glee. “You can’t have him now!”

“You can make it, Ventis! I’ll catch you!”

Ventis’s eyes went wide as he realized what Onthyes was asking of him. He couldn’t…

“You fool! He won’t jump. He’s too much of a coward!”

Ventis winced. It was true. He’d always been terrified of heights. The one time he’d tried to jump from this same balcony it has taken him many days of fighting himself before he had finally found the guts to even attempt it. And of course he had been stopped by Athos.

But…

Ventis coughed again, blood splattering against the white marble railing.

He was dying. Blood was pooling on the floor beneath his feet and Athos seemed to be in no rush to stop it and everything was going so cold. He if stayed here he would surely die. If he jumped…

There was no time to think. For once, Ventis had an opportunity to decide his own destiny. He could stay and die like a dog at his master’s feet, or he could try.

Mustering all of his strength, Ventis shoved Athos away. The man stumbled, clearly not expecting it, and Ventis threw himself over the railing.

Ventis had never flown before. He was supposed to be able to, in theory, but he’d never had the courage to try. Besides, with the nightspill suppressing his innate magic he was sure to fail in any effort he made to learn.

So he fell, dropping like a stone towards the garden below.

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[averse-raven]

Narcos: Mexico S1 E10

First time creating gifs thanks to @aceofwhump 's great beginner's tutorial! There is certainly room for improvement, but I didn't want perfect to be the enemy of the good.

Also there is way too little Diego Luna whump out there and not all of it is giffed yet as far as I could tell. So there might be more, depending on how this goes...

[tillman]

😁😁😁😁😁

[seth-whumps]

Whumperless Whump Event day 9

Coughing up blood - whumpee JJ - 531 words

CW: Blood, panic, graphic description of being awake while dethawing from cryo (ouch)

also. deepest apologies. morri is not here right now BUT there is a caretaker!! you'll recognize them :)

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It’s so cold.

There’s almost nothing to cling to besides it. Sharp, like ice crystals in his veins, almost white hot with the pain. He can’t move. Can’t breathe anything but quick huffs. If he could open his eyes, he’s sure the air would fog in front of him. But it’s like he’s frozen stiff.

Why is he awake?

Why is he conscious of this? He’s not used to anything but the gentle warmth that flows through him. The softness of the light he can cast. He was the stars, the sun. He was everything bright and warm he could touch with his hands, and now he’s just…

Cold.

It’s hours and hours before it starts to lessen. Trapped in his body, unable to move, unable to massage away the ice in his body, coating him. Each little huff of air is like lava against his top lip. He’s surprised he’s even breathing.

Sound filters in the quickest. It’s static, bursts of sound like yawning. His jaw aches.

“–vitals?”

“–breathing slower, I think he’s–”

“Journey, report.”

His eyes snap open. The world around him is too bright.

Journey leans forward and starts to cough. Harshly. There’s something in his lungs, need to get it out, can’t breathe through the ice in his throat, can’t–

“–c’mon, JJ, hey. Hey! There you are. Breathe. It’s alright. It’s okay.”

The voice is new. He recognized the others, just vaguely, barely on the edge of his memories frozen away with his skin and bones, but this one is fresh, bright and soft and–

Warm.

“That’s it. Good. Can you look at me, quickly?”

He tries to. Eyes flutter open again. There’s a smell, now, like copper in the air. The face in front of him is fair skinned and green eyed, short cropped black hair in a pixie cut and a splattering of freckles across their face. They smile, brightly.

“Hi. You were out of it for a long time.” They hold up a cloth, rubbing it against his mouth. He can’t fight it. He can still barely move. “Breathe. I’m Cavalry, I’m here to help.”

“Cav–” he tries, and fails. His lungs rebell, his breathing hitches, and he’s coughing again and it hurts, it hurts so much, it’s like taking a knife to his insides and prying up everything he has left, he can’t breathe–

“Side effect,” they whisper calmly. “It’ll pass. It’ll pass. There’s a medic a little ways away, but they thought it would help if you saw someone new right away. Hey. Hey, look at me–”

JJ grimaces, and glances up. His mouth tastes like blood. 

“Good. We’re thawing you out. It’ll be alright. I’m sorry, I know it hurts.”

He can’t help the huff of a laugh, even if it starts him coughing again. But Cavalry lays a hand on his shoulder and keeps him steady.

Finally, it stops enough for him to take a slightly more steady breath. His hands are on his knees. Everything is cold. He’s shivering. There is blood dripping from his mouth, splattering against his hands.

Cavalry smiles, too bright for the room. He can’t look away from them. 

“Welcome back, Journey. It’s been awhile.”

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heyyyyyyy i know that's not exactly the prompt fill but. here are the first few moments after jj's awakening. i once again regret nothing.

[couchcouchcouchcouch]

guess who finally finished reading the Nausicaa manga : )

[meanya]

Me when I wash my stimulant meds down with a sugary coffee and chase it with black tea because I wanna meet god today:

[theokusgallery]

:)

[normaltothemax]

Last of Us (Show) Starters ❝ you keep your eyes on me. and don’t look anywhere else. ❞ (jason m&m)

Jason remembered dying the first time. Remembered what it felt like. The pain and the cold and the nothingness. He was strange mix of them, now, laying there, struggling to breathe on the cool, hard ground. Somewhere between feeling cold and feeling nothing at all, all that pain still lingering.

Those weren’t the worst parts about dying, though.

No, the worst part was the fear.

The fear of knowing it was all coming to an end, that he was going to die and it was going to hurt and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. That Dean couldn’t do anything to stop it. There wasn’t time. Jason was hurt far too badly, had lost far too much blood. It wouldn’t matter if Dean broke the sound barrier driving, Jason wouldn’t make the trip.

But it was okay, because this time, Jason wasn’t alone.

This time, someone had made in time.

This time, his dad was here with him.

His grip on Dean’s hand was weak, but he held on stubbornly, not willing to give up the contact if he could help it. “N-no—” Blood speckled his lips and chin as he coughed, the harsh sound tearing up his throat. “No deals,” he choked out. “N-no…no deals.” Jason didn’t want that. He didn’t want Dean throwing away his life for him. He didn’t want to be brought back if it would cost him the very best thing he had. “P-promise.”

Promise him, Dean.

He was fading fast, couldn’t tear his eyes away from Dean if he’d tried. Not that he would. Jason wanted that comfort, he wanted that feeling of safety, even if he knew it wasn’t real. Even though he knew it wouldn’t last.

But his eyelids were growing heavy. It didn’t hurt anymore—he remembered this, knew it was time—and he was so very tired. His eyes slipped closed, the barest hint of a smile on his lips. “S’okay.” It was okay. Dean was here. The last words he spoke were a mumbled, “Love you,” Jason needing Dean to know that, before he gave in and let the darkness take him.

@therebetterbepie (x)

[creature-of-pizza]

Werewolf peppino transformation?

this was just gonna be a doodle but i really liked how it looked soooo

[normalsproutanon]

Yknow i was joking about me dying when i talked about being sick

I dont think its a joke anymore???

[vivalaplutodraws]

some first kill au andreil ft vampire!Neil for halloween

[seth-whumps]

once again NOT a fandom specific blog but GUYS. i'm 5 episodes into the Witcher and holy SHIT.

LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING ME THIS IS MY FAVORITE TROPE. and the WHEEZING and the way he looks at geralt in absolute terror????? i am eating well tonight folks.

[lewissorbet]

“Do you see me, now?”

Redraw of that liverleaf scene that was popular on TikTok, yaoi is doomed