boockscancooks
Boocks the Artist
I'm just a new lil' idiot that has been wanting to join for years. Plan to draw, and maybe do some writing! (I also post pictures of cats)
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Thank you Sans Undertale
Thank you Sans Undertale we all say in unison
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they were surprised he finally put moderate effort into something
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I wrote this like 1-2 years ago, so it ain’t my best work
TW: Blood, Self h@rm, Mania? (Does this count?) and just overall a lot of blood.
You stumbled into the bathroom, clutching your stinging face as you leaned into the counter and over top of your spotless ceramic sink. Well, it used to be spotless. Crimson splotches were dripping messily from your hand and onto the ceramic, lazily dragging itself down towards the metal drain.
You brought your bloodied hand down to the edge of the counter as you held onto it with a death grip. A waterfall of dark red ooze fell into the sink, some getting on the counter. The blood dripped down your face and over your lips, getting an undesirable amount of the metallic-tasting liquid in your mouth.
The blood poured and poured for what seemed like an eternity, but it eventually started to slow down. Your eyelids grew heavy and your head threatened to lol to the side. Your vision came in and out in bursts, you couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as you watched the crimson liquid from your own body drain down the sink. Your giggles turned into laughter, and your laughter turned into pure mania. Shaking hands clutched at your hair and pulled on your scalp, you crouched down onto your heels and stared at the ground.
Your laughter echoed through the bathroom, you rocked back and forth on your heels as you wheezed pitifully. Tears built up in your eyes as you felt the all-too familiar sharp pain of hair being torn gruesomely from your head. The blood that inched its way down your neck starting to dry, one of your hands came down to claw at your throat. Nails dug into your soft, sensitive, bloodied skin. You could feel the coarse drag of your uneven unguis and the warmth of fresh, sticky blood getting stuck underneath them.
As you barked out horrendous-sounding laughs, you didn’t even notice your mouth get more, and more, and more dry. With all of the sensations going through your body at once along with the fog in your mind, how could you? Then, you started to cough. Your mouth and throat felt like sandpaper rubbing against each other.
You laughed, and coughed, and laughed, and coughed, and- Oh. Your mouth was feeling much more moist, yet you continued to bark. You coughed uncontrollably, blood spilling beautifully from your red-stained lips. Hacking up more and more of your thick, copper-smelling liquid, your head was starting to get lighter for every second that passed.
Your vision was full of gradually increasing amounts of black dots. Blood was covering your bathroom floor and dripping down from your lips, your hands, your neck. The creamy off-white tile nearly unrecognisable, your throat burned, what specifically caused it was impossible to tell at this point.
You didn’t even notice yourself getting closer and closer to the floor until you felt the cold tile against your temple, hair likely soaked in your own blood. Your cheek rested in the crimson and you felt your eyes grow more and more heavy with every passing second. Just seconds before succumbing to the sweet, warm embrace of sleep, you distantly heard your front door open and heavy footsteps shuffling around rooms over.
#This is a while mess#Blood#self h@rm#My friend made fun of how much I avoided saying blood#So I titled this ‘Life Support Liquid’#I wrote this in one night#Don’t even remember writing it#Was just in my drafts when I woke up#random writing#just some thoughts
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Tim * holding a can of Pepsi * : Do you guys want some Pespi ?
Jason* laughing* : Some what ?
Tim : Pespi .
Duke : It's PePsi not PeSpi Timmy.
Tim : That's what I said Pespi.
Tim : Pespi
Duke : Please would you...
Tim * interrupting Duke * : Pespi
Tim * shrugging* : It's normal it's because I'm ambidextrous.
Damian : Ambidextrous ?
Stephanie * chirping in* : He means Bisexual !
Dick * at the same time * : He means bilingual !
Bruce * tired dad™* : He means he has dyslexia.
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I love this character sm *draws his traumatizing resurrection*
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out of context things heard in wayne manor:
bruce: i understand, but pretending you cooked jerry the turkey is not a proportionate response to damian calling you a peasant again
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jason: look there’s a right way and a wrong way to make food. there’s also the bruce way, which is the wrong way except faster and worse
duke: *frantically scribbling notes*
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tim: do you think our relationship was kinda like incest now?
steph, horrified: never open your mouth in my presence again timothy
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dick: so then he’s like—guys. guys are you seriously signing about me in front of my face. i learned it too—hey i do NOT have a butt chin take that back—
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damian: i don’t understand, why does he wear such a ridiculous hat? is it like that margaret poppins woman grayson showed me?
tim, who watched the live action cat in the hat too much as a kid and is about to violently infodump: well you see-
dick: oh god it’s too late
jason: yeah the brats on his own for this one i’m not fucking dealing with that again
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bruce: are you lying?
tim: always. anyway, like i was saying—
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steph: hey what’s up with you and all the redheads
dick: …i’m not discussing this with you
steph, starting to chase him: gingervitus is a serious affliction! you cant run from this
dick, sprinting away: yes the fuck i can
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duke: so is anyone gonna talk about the elephant in the room…
dick:
dick: look i was feeling sentimental and zitka jr. really isn’t any trouble
damian: she is magnificent
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tim: so i dropped out and
duke: wait we can drop out of high school??!!?
bruce: NO.
duke: please bruce ap biology is beating my ass right now
jason: nah tim just got to drop cause bruce was dead and he’s a loser. the real problem is what you’re reading in ap lit right now, because i have thoughts on that curriculum—
duke: i’m not even gonna use half that material in the real world
tim: actually most of our villains have PhDs so their plans are based on pretty real science
duke: not helping timothy
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cass, signing: why are brothers on the ceiling?
jason: tims in timeout from working on his caseload
cass, still confused: yes but why taped to the ceiling
duke: listen if you know a better way of restraining his psycho ass then i’m all ears
cass: and damian?
jason: oh he saw this as free range target practice so he had to go up there too
cass: they are plotting revenge up there
duke: think of it as brotherly bonding
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damian: it’s not my fault he got in the way
bruce: you threw an eclair at lex luthor
damian: i was aiming for drake
tim: bruce we can’t take him anywhere
dick, holding back laughter: timmy you paid four separate people to come to the gala solely to ask lex if they could use his head to see if they had something in their teeth
tim: you have no proof that was me
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duke: look steph, it’s not that we don’t want to help with this
jason: i don’t want to help
duke: it’s more that i don’t think we can physically fit that many people in a shopping cart, and your whole plan kind of hinges on that
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alfred: i’m not mad, just disappointed in you.
every batkid, near tears: sorry alfred
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jason: HE HAD DIPLOMATIC IMMUNITY AS THE FUCKING WHAT—
bruce: listen—
tim, mouth full and brain empty: the ambassador to iran. crazy right?
dick: tim please
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Tim: I don't think we can Blackmail, Bully, Babygirl our way out of this one guys
Dick: Tim, what-
Jason, grinning: BOMBS IT IS
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Damian: *storming into the den* Faaaather, Drake called me a rude word-
Tim: For the hundredth time, I said you were acting like Dick, not acting like a dick!
Jason: *not even glancing up from his book* That’s debatably worse
Dick: *exaggeratedly wounded gasp*
Damian: *pulling a knife* You take that back Todd-
Bruce: *as chaos ensues* …I’m out
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Making plans with your very much younger sibling
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