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jell-o101 · 9 months
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TW: Implied Self Harm / Suicidal Ideation
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ACT 1 - 1
ACT 2 - 1 <<< 21 / 22 / 23
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panntofolaio · 11 months
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Tired of this body..
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flametongues · 13 days
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collection of isafrins i never posted
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shmorp-mcdurgen · 2 months
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Figuring out how to draw this guy but here’s a couple Simons
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cloud-ya · 11 months
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mamo moja psychika pękła w salonie
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cruilty-ink · 27 days
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hamsamwich23 · 4 months
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Shattered Glass (Unreality Au)
Content warnings: blood, implied physically harming another person, semi-graphic death scene, verbal and emotional abuse and manipulation, subtly implied self harm.
Word count: 1,188
[This one shot was based off of a Goretober/Angstober prompt: Shattered Glass]
Scout's Brother never liked her....
He was very avoidant and dismissive around her. He would get annoyed easily and snap at her for anything he found to be annoying or bothersome. He was angry, all the time, worse than Riley's anger when she had a bad day. he would call her names and belittle her whenever he saw her. Whenever she did anything.
It was clear to Scout that her brother did not like her and wanted nothing to do with her. So she would simply avoid him. Deciding that if he wanted to talk to her, he would come to her himself.
And one day it happened.
her brother came up to her one day while she was watching the old TV that Riley had allowed her to keep after she found it. He had a calm smile on his face. He never smiled around her. It was almost...unnerving to witness.
He told Scout that he wanted to surprise Riley. Today was her birthday, and he wanted to make it special. Which confused Scout. Her brother hated Riley. He couldn't care less about anyone's birthday either. Her ninth birthday was just last month and he didn't want anything to do with her. So why did he change all of a sudden?
Regardless of how odd it was, she decided to help. Even if she was hesitant, he never asked for help, so she wasn't going to just turn him away.
Her brother told her that he was planning a small party for her, and she needed to be completely distracted so she wouldn't find out.
"that's why I need you" He said. "She cares about you way more than she really should"
That was always his argument
"She cares about both of us, she's just overprotective of me.."
"Whatever you say, number one"
"Why do you keep calling me that?"
"Don't worry about it, this isn't about you anyways."
"...okay...what do you want me to do? How do I distract her?"
"Don't worry, I know what will cause a big enough disturbance that will take up all of her attention. I'm going to help you by setting the bait"
He smiled, holding his hand out"
"just give me your hand..."
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"Are you SURE that's what happened?"
Riley hadn't been doing anything too important. She was sitting at her private desk reading some sort of newspaper, catching up on the outside worlds scientific discoveries, when her daughter came in. She was sniffling, holding onto her arm. Blood was dripping down onto her shirt and onto the floor. there was a long and decent sized cut going over her elbow.
Riley immediately rushed her to the medical section of her lab and sat her down. She then began to clean, stich and bandage the wound.
"Y....yes... yeah. I was running, but I wasn't paying attention... and then I tripped and fell on some glass and it got stuck in my arm, I pulled it out but it left a scar.."
"Uh huh, Okay."
She finished bandaging the injury, but she didn't move from her spot.
"I know you're lying to me"
Of course she did. But Scout wasn't supposed to let her find that out. "I'm not..it was just an accident-"
"Scout, there's no way this was an accident. The cut is a perfect straight line, there was no stuffing removed or anything, it looks like someone cut you"
Scout went silent. Riley sighed and gently held her daughters hands.
"What happened?"
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As it turned out, Scouts brother lied about everything.
Riley's birthday was back in October, she and her siblings all had the same birthday. October thirty first, and it was currently the sixth of January.
Riley was absolutely LIVID. And rightfully so. Her son just slashed her daughters arm, just to use her as a distraction. And she needed to find him, now.
She took Scout with her as she began searching for her son. Why did he dare to hurt Scout to distract her? Why was he trying to distract her in the first place?
A loud crack caught her attention. She rushed towards what sounded like the source of the noise...and there he was. Slamming a chair into the window.
"Axe"
"Mom" Axe hissed, taking another swing at the already cracking window. Scout flinched and covered her ears upon hearing the awful sound of glass breaking. The warehouse windows were rather strong, but they weren't invincible... if broke, they would lead to outside...
Was he trying to escape?
Riley had a rule in place when it came to outside. Neither of the two were allowed to go out. Not until they were thirteen, then she would go with them. her brother was four months away from being able to go outside. Why was he trying to escape like this? Was there another reason? Was it Riley? Was it the warehouse conditions? Was it...her?
Scout didn't attempt to question him and his reasoning. Riley and her brother were now fighting. yelling. shouting over one another. Riley yelling at her son for hurting his sister and Axe yelling at both Riley and Scout.
They kept shouting, as Riley tried to take the folded metal chair away from him...but when she got close Axe raised the chair above his own head...and slammed it down on hers.
Riley fell to the ground and stopped moving. Trembling, Scout knelt down beside her, leaning her head against her chest. Her heart was still beating, and she was still breathing...but she was unconscious and her head was bleeding. But she was still alive.
She glared up at her brother. "You almost KILLED HER!" she snarled, her ears standing up on end.
Her brother raised the chair again, ready to swing once more. He returned the glare. His eyes were cold and full of hate.
"You should have stayed dead"
He swung the chair, and the window finally broke. Shattered glass was thrown everywhere. Scout covered her face with her hands as glass hit, scratching into her palms.
When it was safe, she ran over to the window and looked out of the damaged remains. Watching as her brother ran through the snow. Watching as he ran...and ran...
She watched as he ran right into death itself. And she watched in horror, as death tore her brother to shreds
she watched it devour him while he was still alive.
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"So...that's what happened to your brother, then?"
"Yeah..its a messy story, I know. But that's how I remember it..I watched something horrifying tear him apart...it came out of nowhere and fucking ate him. I told Riley everything that happened after she recovered. She says its not my fault, but I just....I don't know."
"I'm sorry to hear that. He was not a good brother to you, but you still seemed to care a lot about him"
"yeah..I used to. But he was an asshole..He's dead anyways."
Scout sighed, running her hands over her bandaged arms.
"it's not like anything he said stuck to me that badly anyways."
[thank you for reading!! My work is also on SquidgeWorld (Crying_God_tm) and Wattpad (judgment23)]
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xxcherrycherixx · 6 months
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" Blondie believes that she will never fit in. she's no social outcast or anything- but when she compares herself to her friends and classmates she begins to feel like a puzzle piece trying to fit into a jenga tower. so she squeezes and bends and rips herself to fit into any tiny crack she can, she desperately curates a perfect persona hiding everything that doesn't fit the mold she has created for herself.
after a drop in her mental health she starts wandering the forests behind her home at night, she knows its risky to go out so late and especially to a place so dangerous- but that's the point. she would never admit this morbid intention, admitting that's what she's doing is something she never wants to do. shes not that kind of person, she doesn't have those kinds of issues- instead she pretends she just wants to feel the cold breeze on her skin, or admire the peaceful quiet the night brings.
on one of these dark nights she finds a girl, she lay bare and unconscious on the ground, her shallow breathing being the only indication she's even alive. blondie quickly wakes the girl, she's heard the dark news stories of young women who get taken to private locations, assaulted and left for dead by their attackers. when the girl comes to, she looks at blondie with confusion. "can you hear me? are you alright? do you need medical attention?" blondie asks, the girl squints "i can hear you, im fine"
"are you sure? you're laying in the forest naked." the girl looks down at herself and around before letting out a hum " do you know how to get to-" her brows furrow "i need to go back to-" a look of distress washes over her. Blondie raises a brow at the weird behavior "i don't think you're fine, did you bash your head or something?" the girl looks to her with tears in her eyes "i cant remember my home, i don't remember who i am or how i got here" "
During a bout of severe depression, Blondie discovers a strange girl in the forest who claims to have lost her memory. the two team up to try to recover the lost memories and help the lost girl get home, but as they search for any clues, the two grow close. blondie learns to see both life and herself in a different way.
meanwhile as they delve deeper into the mystery things only become more strange, with nonexistent answers and constant dead ends, the lost girl starts to worry she may never know the truth or return home.
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gabrieldrawsstuff · 11 months
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two of my favorite drawings i made of jay
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dark-roasted-kestel · 6 months
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Past! Cello stufff
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jell-o101 · 8 months
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TW: Panic Attack / Eyestrain
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ACT 1
ACT 2 - 1 <<< 29 / 30 / 31
Back to detailed drawings lol. Doing the blurry vision is so quick vs the coloured ones. I’m also trying SO HARD to avoid detailed backgrounds xD
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hebuiltfive · 4 months
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What Should Have Stayed Buried - Chapter Four: Fred
(Chapter Three here)
Chapter four is finally completed. Do NOT ask me how many drafts of this chapter there have been, nor how many different iterations there were. This chapter fought me so hard, but it is finally done (I hope). It's also a long one, so you might want to grab a snack and a hot drink.
If the weather in New York was classified as ‘freezing’ then the temperature in Rørvik, Norway was essentially arctic.
The bite of the frosty breeze had been welcoming when he’d first disembarked from Tracy Two but, after the fifteen minute car journey to the nearby town of Ofstad which did nothing to warm him up, he was essentially an ice-block. By the time Scott reached Fred, he felt as though his nose had actually turned blue. Whilst his three year old self would probably have found that immensely cool (no pun intended), the almost-thirty year old Scott absolutely, positively did not. The chill that had begun to set in his bones was bothersome and he was ready to sit by the fireplace and warm himself up.
Continue reading on AO3 here.
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"The power of changing fate, given to such young boy" "It was inevitable that his life ended up becoming one of pain and suffering"
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floofyboi57 · 3 months
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Hey yall! I posted a short dub of Nemlei’s Better Half to my channel!
CW Include: Implied self harm, suicidal thoughts, and throwing up
Better Half is a visual novel about our protagonist, Thiu, finding a spell to help cure him of his depression. Unfortunately after getting scammed, he ends up with getting separated into two halves of himself. One half containing his depression, the other all of his happiness. Thiu learns to accept (and even love) himself while there’s a subplot about witch drama.
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fandomestloser · 1 month
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“the violence it took to become this gentle” okay sure but what about those of us who aren’t gentle. those of us who became violent out of defense, out of habit, out of what we know and what we’ve learned. those of us who are physically violent and verbally violent and those of us who so badly need to hit something, to hurt something. those of us who have to hold ourselves back, to hurt ourselves so we don’t hurt someone else, to punch or cut or burn or bruise ourselves because if we don’t then we’ll do it to someone we love, someone who doesn’t deserve it, who’s never deserved it. you will never know the violence it took to become this violent, and i don’t know if it’s something i will ever unlearn, but god forbid i ever do to my children what my family did to me. i will not hurt them the way i was hurt. i won’t.
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cute-and-undead · 1 year
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Seeing Red (Closed Rp)
Waking up this morning, Chase already knew what kind of day this was going to be. Everything felt slightly off, like something wasn't quite right despite everything looking fine. Yet somehow, everything felt.. flat. It would be disorienting if it wasn't so uncomfortably familiar.
Still, he tried to get up and continue the morning. He got up, stretched himself out a bit, and made his way to the bathroom with the clothes he picked out. Maybe a shower would help him snap back to reality. But despite the soothing feeling of the warm water, he found it hard to focus, the dull headache he was waiting for starting to set in. Occasionally there was the few intrusive thoughts, but he could barely stay on those as the quiet high pitched whine began in his ears.
He didn't even realize how long he was in the shower for until he checked his phone, seeing it was in there for almost an hour. It lead to a frustrated sigh, but he pushed it down as he dried off and got his clothes on. He then tried to shave, hoping it would be a nice distraction as the ringing died down.
It was a simple mistake, honestly. It happened to everyone, just a little knick on the side of his face. He didn't even notice it at first, but then the blood mixed with the bit of water still on his face, and then it looked like so much more. It made him drop the razer in the sink, breath caught in his throat as he heard the thoughts he never asked for start to speak up.
His hands gripped the side of the sink as he ducked his head, feeling it get harder to breathe.
((@http-anti ))
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