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why did nobody try just grabbing shadowtwo by the mewtwo handle
nice try, Huey
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still thinking about that time in Injustice when Clark broke Bruce’s back to incapacitate (but not kill) him, and then tortured him for information by digging his foot and weight into the broken vertebrae.
like holy fuck, Clark. you deserved the ass whooping Alfred gave you right after that and more. also since when does torturing Bruce of all people for information work?
#injustice#injustice gods among us#bruce wayne#batman#dc#dc comics#alfred pennyworth#clark kent#superman#I’m imagining an even angstier world where band already broke Bruce’s back once#and Clark is repeating that on purpose#tw injury
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Been playing faith again :]
I'm currently doing survival mode and I want to stab someone in the throat... Too bad John's such a stickler for the rules or this would all be done by now
Bonus: garcia hug bc I need to sob on someone's shoulder rn
lineart ver:
#Faith#faith the unholy trinity#Metaltea draws#Metaltea doodles#tw blood#tw injury#faith game#john ward
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More with Lost (Link oc). The first time Zelda faces him :)
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Zelda wiped some dirt off her brow, exhaling as she pushed open the final vine-covered door of the dungeon. It had been a trek to get through it, especially with all the monsters that had taken over the place, but she had sensed a source of magic inside that felt... important.
She could only hope it was one of the sages she was looking for.
...Though if it wasn’t, at least she had found a boomerang that was pretty useful.
Zelda looked around the large room, roots curling around the stonework at the edges, a shaft of sunlight coming in through a hole in the ceiling. It didn’t look like anyone had been in here for a long time, but as Zelda studied the room, she got the odd feeling she wasn’t alone.
Then the door creaked behind her.
Zelda jumped, whirling around and raising her sword.
A dark figure stood silhouetted in the doorway she’d entered through, cape rippling slowly with the movement. He raised his head, and Zelda’s breath left her as she saw dark markings on his cheeks, horribly familiar eyes stained an unnatural reddish-purple.
Oh no, oh no it can’t be, it can’t...
“Link?” she breathed.
He didn’t react to her voice, merely stared at her, his eyes narrowed. The scrape of metal rang through the room, and Zelda’s chest tightened as Link drew his blade, dark and cold, his eyes still staring at her.
Then he bolted forward, and Zelda had to grab her shield, barely dodging a swing that would have taken her head off.
“Link!” she cried, but he didn’t appear to hear her, pressing his attack.
Zelda jumped to his side to try and throw him off, but Link didn’t falter, whirling around to attack again. She threw up her blade to block his, and only barely avoided getting his sword to her chest.
Their weapons locked with a scream of metal, and Zelda stared into the face of her best friend, stained by evil nearly beyond recognition.
“Link, Link please it’s me Link!” Zelda cried, straining against his sword with her own. “Stop!”
Link didn’t reply, those horrifying all-red eyes narrowed, and he let out a snarl. Throwing his weight forwards, he knocked Zelda off-balance and lunged at her, which she only barely managed to parry.
Zelda was no slouch in battle, but Link had been training with a blade practically his entire life. His swings were swift, and completely merciless. It was all Zelda could do just to stay on her feet against the barrage of attacks, barely avoiding getting hurt, or killed.
Not to mention the fact that every clash of their blades felt like it was driving a dagger into her chest.
“Link,” Zelda gasped, throwing her shield up against another of his attacks, “Link, fight this, please, I know you would never—”
His sword caught the edge of her shield, wrenching it from her grasp, and as Link swung at her neck, Zelda drew on her magic and blasted it at him in a panic.
An unnatural scream ripped from his throat, and Link stumbled backwards, clutching an arm to his chest. Zelda scrambled back to where her shield had fallen, and she stared at Link, both of them breathing heavily.
Smoke drifted from where her magic had hit his arm, and horror ripped through Zelda as she looked at the mark she had left on him.
She’d managed to score a hit right where there was a gap in his armor, and his skin underneath was nearly blackened, charred from her light. And while Link's expression had only barely changed, she could see the way his breath shuddered as he held his arm to his chest.
She’d hurt him, badly.
And if that was what just a small burst of her power did, what would happen to Link if she kept using it?
It's not worth the risk.
Link bared his teeth, pain creasing the corners of his face as he caught his breath. Before Zelda could get her knees to unlock, he was back on his feet and lunging at her, and she didn’t have time to fully dodge.
His weight hit her full-on, and Zelda cried out as she was thrown to the ground, her shield and sword flying from her grip. Link lunged, and Zelda closed her eyes as she fruitlessly held her arm up to defend herself.
But no blade pierced her.
Zelda’s eyes shot open, and she looked up at Link, frozen above her. His sword was mere inches from her throat, but he made no move to attack, staring at her blankly as his hair hung in his face.
His arms shook as the blade hovered by Zelda’s neck, and she stared up at him in shock as a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead.
She... wasn’t dead.
Zelda quickly scrambled out from under him and stood, retrieving her sword as she watched Link continue to shake in place. His lip twitched a little as the rest of him shook, and as Zelda watched him, she realized it looked as if he was trying to say something.
“Link?” she breathed, cautiously stepping closer.
His arms shook even harder, and his expression flickered for a mere second, pure horror cracking through.
Zelda sucked in a breath and extended a hand towards him, but before she could do anything further, Link lost whatever battle he was fighting.
He lunged at her with a shout, and pain exploded across Zelda’s face, a cry escaping her as she stumbled back. She fumbled with her shield as she tried to ignore the white-hot sting cutting across her nose, but It was too intense to ignore. Link had slashed her right across the middle of her face, and she could already feel blood dripping down her cheeks.
He pressed his attack while she was still reeling, and Zelda struggled to focus past the pain making her knees weak. She’d barely been keeping up before, but now it was impossible, blood streaming down her face, pain fogging her senses.
She only had one option now.
Link, I’m so sorry.
Zelda focused past the pain and gathered her magic again, her hands lighting up. Tossing aside her shield and sword, she thrust her hands out in front of her, Link’s face lighting up with the glow.
His expression turned to one of rage, but then it was obliterated as she blasted her light at him again.
A scream equally enraged and pained rang through the room, and Zelda dropped to a knee as Link reeled backwards, smoke drifting up from his chest.
Even with his armor blocking it, her magic had hit hard, knocking him backwards and sending him to his knees. He turned his eyes on her, panting heavily as smoke drifted around him. Zelda looked desperately for any sign of Link in them, but nothing but pain and rage shone through, a twisted version of the determination and warmth his eyes usually held.
Then he lifted a hand and twisted something on his wrist, and before Zelda could do anything, a burst of dark magic rippled over him, momentarily blocking the sunlight from above.
Then he was gone.
Zelda waited a few tense moments, waiting to see if he was truly gone, then collapsed to the ground, her breath hitching as she tried to catch her breath.
It was true. Link was the shadowy knight who’d been seen leading monsters, terrorizing villages, fighting against her men.
Any hope that she’d had that somehow it hadn’t been Link who was corrupted was gone, and as blood dripped off her face and began puddling on the floor, Zelda fought desperately against the urge to cry.
Link.
Her loyal knight, her best friend.
A voiceless pawn of the enemy.
Zelda bit her lip, pain still throbbing across her face. She desperately missed Link, his advice, his companionship, his steady presence at her side. The way he'd look at a problem from angles she hadn't even considered, how his stoicism melted over horses, the little wry smiles he'd send her over meetings and the pure kindness that was in every little thing he did...
All blotted out, or twisted into something unrecognizable.
The cut on her face stung sharply as a tear leaked out, and Zelda breathed in a shaking breath, fishing in her bag for a cloth. She'd already used the healing potion she'd brought with her, so all she could really do was try and stop some of the bleeding.
She dabbed at her face, tears coming to her eyes for a more painful reason, and she thought back to the brief moment Link had paused in his attack. A tiny flicker of hope rose in her chest as she remembered the horror on his face, how he hadn't killed her even though he easily could have.
He was still in there.
She had to believe that.
Zelda looked at the blood on her hands, and exhaled, feeling utterly exhausted. She got to her feet anyway though, and looked up at the shaft of sunlight coming in through the ceiling, bright and warm.
I'll get you back Link, I promise.
No matter what.
#legend of zelda au#legend of zelda#link oc#zelda oc#Lost#tw injury#tw blood#writing from the floor#*hands you angst*#*runs off to bed*#well g'night :D
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i made a small slide-show/animatic/whatever that is
here are the frames i like the most
youtube
it's pretty angsty. and mischaracterizes the characters. sorry not sorry. i hope you like it. if you don't, pls spare my ego and don't say anything
#eddsworld#eddsworld tord#ew tord#eddsworld edd#ew edd#eddsworld matt#ew matt#eddsworld tom#ew tom#cw blood#tw blood#cw injury#tw injury#Youtube
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(click image for quality) I felt compelled to draw a thing for @sunlitmcgee's absolutely wonderful fic, here:
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Man I fucking love cat angst
#digital art#fanart#corvidae art#hail true body#htb#htb warriors au#htb warrior cats au#htb!wc robinsong#loved the ideas we had for this scene so much#its so full of emotional despair#/pos#tw blo0d#tw injury
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Two weeks ago I was admitted to Hala AlShawa Medical Center after the assailants raped me and also killed my beloved father in an attempt to save me. Unspeakable violation continues to haunt me only to find out that on my return from the hospital they had killed my mother too having no idea where my sibling is since he is nowhere to be found. Right now I am being accommodated by family friends who intend to drop me at the Rafah camp which I’m not okay with since I’m planning to flee to Egypt where my relatives are and at the camp once I get in for one to be released for safe evacuation you need to have $7000 which I can’t afford. Life's burdens weigh heavy on my young shoulders as I navigate the harsh realities of existence. Your support will make a significant difference in alleviating the my suffering. Donations received $6749/$7000.
///ooc: I’m hoping this isn’t another scam post. Please help these people get away from the occupation. Free Palestine.
(I’m hoping someone can verify this.)
#palestine#free gaza#free palestine#gaza genocide#gaza#tw injury#israhell#end the occupation#end the genocide#end the apartheid
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Ok ok ok- for the prompt event.
F!PC tending to M!Whitney's wounds after a fight.
Bruises, scratches and cuts is what I'm thinking. His knuckles are pretty beat up.
Thank you💙💙✨✨
Bloody Knuckles
M!Whitney x F!Reader
Prompt Event: Injury
Words: 507
Tw: injury, blood, suggestive ending
Note: I fucking love this so much. Blood kink went brrr while writing this and I had to hold myself back.
While walking up the stairs to the roof I heard a loud commotion, it sounded like there’s a fight. I quickened my pace, not wanting to miss the fight, and opened the door to the roof.
There was indeed a fight going on, it looked like someone pissed off Whitney again. He was on top of some poor soul, beating them. It looked like the other guy had gotten in a few good hits too. Whitney had cuts and bruises on his face but was otherwise unaffected.
Whitney got off the guy with one last punch, leaving them lying on the ground. He spotted me and without looking back made his way to me. He didn’t hesitate in grabbing my face and aggressively kissing me, I tasted blood from his split lip.
Pulling back, I could see his injuries up close. A few bruises on his face, a split lip and eyebrow, with bruised and bloody knuckles. I smirked and cupped his cheek, rubbing it with my thumb. “You look like shit.”
He angrily furrowed his brows and tightly gripped my waist, “You’re supposed to congratulate me, slut.”
I laughed and took one of his hands, bringing his knuckles to my mouth and kissing them. “You did so great.” I praised him in a sickly sweet voice before licking the blood from his knuckles.
He shuddered, “Fuck…” With his free hand, he reached up and groped my breast. “I should fuck you right here in front of everyone.”
“Nope, I have to fix you up. You can fuck me later.” I slapped his hand away and dragged him behind me to the nurse's office. Thankfully it’s the end of the day so the nurse is already gone, “Sit down.” I ordered him and searched for the supplies I needed.
Whitney grumbled but did as I asked, sitting down on one of the beds. “Since when do you become a nurse?” He asked sarcastically as he leaned back on his arms.
I rolled my eyes and set out the supplies beside Whitney, “I’ve patched myself up many times and I’ve gotten pretty good at it. Now come here.” He leaned forward without much complaint, letting me clean up his face, wiping off the blood and patching his eyebrow and lip.
“I should put you in a sexy nurse's uniform.” Whitney joked before wincing as I dabbed at the wounds on his knuckles. “Fucking bitch…” He grumbled but held still as I continued to clean up his knuckles.
I laughed and finished patching him up, “There.” I picked up the leftover trash and threw it away.
Whitney pulled me down on top of him on the bed, “Now I get a reward.” He groped my chest before unbuttoning my shirt, revealing my bra. “Fucking perfect…”
I blushed and looked away. He grabbed my face and forced me to look at him, “Don’t you dare look away.” I whimpered but didn’t look away, instead undoing his pants and pulling up my skirt, giving him his prize for winning. “Good girl.”
𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵
𝘒𝘰-𝘍𝘪
#tw blood#tw injury#dol#dol whitney#whitney dol#whitney the bully#dol fanfiction#dol fanfic#dol x reader#degrees of lewdity whitney#dol whitney x reader#whitney degrees of lewdity#whitney the bully x reader#whitney x reader#whitney x reader fanfic#degrees of lewdity#degrees of lewdity fiction#degrees of lewdity fanfic#degrees of lewdity imagine#degrees of lewdity imagines#degrees of lewdity x reader#prompt event#my wrtitng
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great, now they need a bath
#narilamb#trod au#the rehabilitation of death#cult of the lamb#tw blood#tw injury#just in case#doodles#narinder x lamb#true devotion
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Shadow is forward for once and Sonic (rightfully so) assumes he's dying
#my art#sonadow#shadonic#sonic and shadow#sonic the hedgehog#shadow the hedgehog#sketch#sonic#shadow#sonic prime#sonic x shadow generations#tw blood#tw injury#angst#?? maybe?#it's mainly silly#he's fine#LOL
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The world continues to look on
#tw injury#free palestine#palestine#free gaza#gaza#israel#tel aviv#jerusalem#from the river to the sea palestine will be free#gaza strip#joe biden#benjamin netanyahu#eurovision
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On top of that, imagine Bruce's children being rightfully pissed at Clark for doing something like that to their dad!
Someone correct me if I’m wrong, but I think that confrontation is a big go/no go point in Injustice and their friendship. They’re not just fighting on opposite ideological sides. Clark tortured Bruce, and I’m pretty sure Bruce says something about making sure Clark remembers exactly what he resorted to.
“Clark broke Bruce’s back” is the kind of intro-family message that would have all the batkids staring at their comms in silent horror. Uncle Clark???
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and with that, the arc comes to an end after so long XD
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Pirate Hunter
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TW: animal death / injury / death
For grandma, who loved pigeons, and for grandpa, who did not but wanted her to be happy.
Please hear me out <3
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