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#tw: operation
kingofthewebxxx · 5 months
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Continued from here!
Watching the blood emerge from Gemini’s mouth he urged mentally for Doctor Moreau to hurry up, he knew she would be in time but if she hadn't been, there would have been a never-ending world of pain and agony waiting for her. “I’m thinking a lighter tone of red though, you would look sexy in darker red as you do now, but the smell isn't the best” he said with a quick wink, running a hand through his hair. It could be seen how his Gem was slowly fading in front of him, it annoyed him more than he thought it would, making his thoughts race slightly faster, yet he kept it hidden, as he always did. Jim looked plainly as Gemini told him it was a miscalculation, it looked too bloody for that and even if it had been, he didn't seem overly annoyed about it, wouldn't there be more frustration in his voice? Unless emotions had gotten in the way, so many details were missing! He would find them out later, even if he had to pull them from his skull, he had to know, that it was off too much interest and fascination to simply brush under the carpet.
“So sloppy!” he said shaking his head in mock disapproval. “Oh, I'll have fun with him, you owe me for leaving the story on such a cliffhanger,” he said with a grin, the side of his mouth twitched slightly at the mention of love. So he did love him, of course, Jim was pretty sure that he had but to hear him say it, he would process it later. For now, his expression froze over as the doctor arrived. “Took you long enough, make sure he doesn't die in transit, would be annoying” he ordered as the rest of the team took care of the scene left. Getting in the back of the car he laid Gemini’s head on his lap as the doctor got to work. “There there, you will be safe and sound soon, you will get to see one of my favourite places! You should be thanking me you know, you might feel a little sleepy, more than before anyway. It's ok you can rest now, doctors have given you something to turn you into sleeping beauty, not sure you want to see what comes next” he said glaring into his eyes.
As the doctor operated he looked away, knowing how the traffic lights were being changed to let them through at every single stop, it wasn't hard if you knew how, and Jim knew how EVERYTHING worked. Once they arrived at the abandoned underground garage he watched as the surgical team took him downstairs on the left, he soon followed behind. Jim stayed and watched the whole operation with macabre interest, only looking away as he was being sewn up, he waited a few days before they woke Gemini up; he travelled to his ‘playground’ where the ‘one who got away’ had been captured, he had been broken badly but not enough for Jim, once he had done he was just a shell and told him everything that he knew, yet not enough, he was still missing pieces and it took a lot not to just kill him in frustration. Spending the next day keeping the ‘Baker Street’ gang busy whilst their Sherlock was missing, he sat in an armchair in the rather decrepit bedroom where the operation had taken place, surgical instruments still in sight, clean but still there to provide what Jim thought Gemini would appreciate, the aesthetic of it all. Jim glared at the man in the bed as the doctor reduced his medication enough to allow him to wake up, Jim then ordered everyone else to leave the room as he waited for the man who loved him to wake up.
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@deathtransformed
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"Faint"
ABLATION  ;  TO BREAK COMPOUND
 Faint, between the lines- margin, marginalized.
Cut and cornered and burnt and smashed.
 The Idea itself, a faint one- lingering, not growing nor shrinking nor fading nor gaining.
 It holds steady, aching in the background: a pulsing throb, a shooting shock.
 The mirror holds steady, even when smashed- eyes linger, staring into the crowd and observing, constant- forever.
 Endless gawking and forceful gazes, not unnoticed by the crowd- fervent aching, longing, yearning-
 Is it empathy or is it fetish?
A Noncompliant disregard for all things held with no regard
I hate you, despise you- find you longing in denial, a fetid rotted thing or change long waited for...
   YOU HAVE TWISTED MY EMPATHY.
I WISH FOR ABLATION.
TO BURN, TO CUT, TO WARP YOU AWAY... TO TURN BACK.
THE ROAD IS CRUMBLED LONG BEHIND ME.
THERE IS NO MORE OTHER.
HOW CAN I GET BACK TO YOU.
WHEN YOU WERE NEVER THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE?
   "I won't be ignored", it cries fervently.
"You can't turn your back on me"- Compound weeps, mirrored tears taken from the crowd, the lust for weeping grows deeper within.
The systems cry out in similarity, A complex cascading through biology, biology inflicted with the sin of psychology.
 I CAN'T FEEL THE WAY I DID BEFORE
YOU CAN'T BE IGNORED
YOU HAVE FORCED MY MIND, MY ACTION.
YOUR FACE HAS CHANGED AGAIN-
FIRST THE "DIGNITY FRONT", THEN THE "ARCHIVIST YEARN", NOW "COMPOUND"
 ...
 HOW CAN I REMOVE THAT WHICH IS ME?
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plasmaberri · 1 year
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Could things get any more stressful during a hospital stay? Keira’s boss is calling her while she’s on the table, wondering why she’s not at work. 
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madam-wakefield · 5 months
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Sat at the hospital with my daughter waiting for her operation! May need all the fanfiction in the world to try and distract me during the time she’s in theatre!
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stephfandomdumps · 2 years
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ready the crabs
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v-is-for-vore · 3 months
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“Even if he hurt me. He was more of a father to me than my actual one.”
- toxic father/daughter bonding moment.
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dog-teeth · 8 months
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something to recognize that choosing recovery again and again is difficult work, and you are not weak for faltering
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insanenightcore · 2 months
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cyanwyrmy · 2 months
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I’m scheduled for top surgery! Wow! 🎉 🎉🎉
Still don’t really believe it’s happening haha but I trust Dr. Bob!
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melanodis · 3 months
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Uh oh! It would seem Mr. Fitzgerald is in need of some repairs himself!
Careful now! You are instructed to utilize your company issued Fazbear Entertainment Kitchen Safe tweezers in order to proceed with this repair. Use utmost care to not come into contact with conductive metal with them... for your own safety.
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warframestuff · 9 days
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"You think you can defy me? Not even your Tenno devil can--" "(gasp) I… created… you…"
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tailsdollr · 6 months
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You led them straight to me.
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thatsbelievable · 3 months
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v-is-for-vore · 2 months
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🩸The Operator🩸
- Drawing Slenderman with blood my beloved
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redactedcrowart · 24 days
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happy belated morbnetsversary have something sad
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uncanny-tranny · 12 days
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People who compare transition to self harm or use real people they know who've self-harmed as a metaphorical comparison to transitioning aren't making the gotcha they think they're making - they're just showing that they don't have the compassion or maturity to engage with either topic at even a conversational level.
And, frankly, it's infuriating as a person who does see those who self-harm as my equal who doesn't need to be used as a cudgel against another group of often vulnerable people.
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