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  • automaticdreamlandkid
    18.10.2021 - 5 minutes ago

    Lisette Oropesa in Lucia di Lammermoor

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  • afolderfullofstories
    18.10.2021 - 9 minutes ago

    Day 13: That’s Going To Leave A Mark

    Pavi felt himself being dragged down the alley by his brother. “Fratello, slow down!”

    “Do you want to get caught?” Luigi spat, but slowed so Pavi could keep pace.

    Pavi leant onto his brother. His head was spinning.

    “Stay on your feet.” Luigi’s eyes darted. He held up a knife and dragged them into a nearby house. It was dark and empty.

    Pavi dropped himself into the dining chair and leant his head on the table. He felt woozy.

    Luigi’s looked out the window before drawing the curtains close. He turned and met Pavi’s eyes. Pavi saw the fear that shone through before disappearing. Luigi stomped towards him and pushed him roughly against the chair.

    “Kinky.”

    “Shut the fuck up.” He pulled aside Pavi’s jacket, exposing a large expanding blood stain. He opened the buttons and a large exit wound at the right side of Pavi’s chest greeted them. “Can you breathe?”

    “Si.” Pavi said through gritted teeth.

    Luigi removed his jacket and forced it roughly onto the wound.

    Pavi grunted in pain.

    “If you had said something earlier…”

    “What-a difference would it have made?”

    “We could have put the pressure earlier.”

    “While running?” Pavi slurred.

    “Fuck.” Luigi just stared at the wound. Pavi looked down; it was still bleeding profusely even with pressure. “Hold the jacket and press it on tight.”

    Pavi obeyed.

    Luigi searched the kitchen for…something. He hoped his brother wasn’t planning to sew him up there. Domestic skills weren’t exactly his brother’s forte. Luigi froze.

    “Fratello?”

    “I have an idea…but you’re not going to like it.”

    “Fratello…”

    “We have to stop the bleeding or you’ll bleed out before help arrives.”

    “How?” Pavi asked in a small voice.

    Luigi didn’t say anything. He turned on the stove. Dread filled Pavi as he picked up a giant cleaving knife and held it to the flame.

    “Fratello…” A pit settled in Pavi’s stomach. “The GeneCops will-a find us soon.”

    “They’ve taken GeneCo. It will take time for the GeneCops to take it back. It will take time for them to find us. The wound is too big. You’re bleeding too much.”

    “I’d-a rather take my chances.”

    “They’ll graft the skin on later. You won’t scar.”

    Not exactly what he was thinking about right now but thank you fratello, for putting that into his mind. “Fratello, The Pavi wants to wait.”

    Luigi didn’t say anything. He let a sneer form on his face. “And if you bleed out so much you can’t run; and the rebels come? You don’t fucking expect me to drag you, do you?”

    Pavi bit his tongue. Luigi was right. If he couldn’t run… Luigi wouldn’t leave him. He’d screw his brother over too. “Fine.”

    Luigi picked up the knife, the metal glowing red in the dark.

    Pavi felt his back digging into the chair. His heart pounded. He didn’t want to do this.

    Luigi approached him.

    Pavi tried to back away. The metal was hot and burning and…

    Searing pain filled his face. He couldn’t do anything but scream. It felt like his face was on fire.

    “This is going to suck.”

    He heard his brother’s voice but it felt far away. He pressed back further. No, get away from him. Get away.

    He felt his back on the ground, shaking and contorting as pure unadulterated pain filled his face. He couldn’t anything but scream.

    “Pavi, stop moving.”

    He tried to push his brother away.

    “Pavi, watch your hands.”

    He couldn’t breathe. He just needed to keep his brother away. He couldn’t breathe. His chest felt tight.

    “Hold still!”

    He felt an arm press him firmly down. “Fratello, please-”

    Searing hot pain pressed against his chest.

    A scream erupted from his lips before he could stop it.

    Not again. Not again. Not again.

    His chest was on fire. He could feel everything searing off. Skin, muscles.

    “No. No. No. No.”

    He couldn’t move. He couldn’t see. Everything hurt. Why did everything hurt? Tears only caused the face to burn more. It hurt. It hurt.

    He vaguely heard his brother curse. Then the pressure was released from his chest. But it hurt. It still burned. It still burned.

    “Ok. Pavi, it’s done. It’s done.”

    “Don’t-a touch me.” He shoved his brother back. This was his fault. He did this. He did it again.

    He felt himself shake and tremble. He still couldn’t breathe. He held his knees towards him. He couldn’t breathe. He was going to die. Something was wrong. Luigi did it wrongly. Something was wrong.

    He felt a pressure on his arms. “Breathe, Paviche. Just take deep breaths. It’s over. It’s done.”

    “D…d…don’t touch me… D…d…don’t t…touch me.”

    He felt the pressure disappear and together with that anything that grounded him to the present.

    Hands. So many hands. Touching him. Fussing. They were speaking but Pavi couldn’t hear. He couldn’t see, he couldn’t hear. Everything hurt. Everything hurt. Water splashed his face. The burning disappeared for only a moment before white hot pain flashed again. More water…

    Pavi heard the sound of running water. He forced himself to focus on that. He smelt burning flesh and had to force down the nausea. Blood. He could smell blood. He blinked. His mouth was dry. He was sitting on a chair. He felt the hard surface press onto his back. Pavi took deep breaths. The curtains were an ugly shade of yellow which clashed with the blue walls. He spied his brother washing his hands in the sink.

    No, not washing. He just held his left forearm under the water.

    “Fratello?”

    Luigi didn’t turn to look at him.

    The pain in his chest had settled into a dull ache. His breaths were still fast and heavy. He looked down at the blood pooling the ground. He forced himself to look at the wound. The skin was red and raw. But it had stopped bleeding.

    “Fratello?”

    Luigi’s hands trembled as he turned off the water. “I need to see the entry wound, Paviche.”

    Panic set in once more. “No. It’s a small wound. I barely feel it. Please, fratello.”

    Luigi turned but refused to look at him. He pushed Pavi forward and pulled up his shirt.

    “It’s-a small.” Pavi protested weakly. Pavi felt his brother’s eyes on him but neither of them said anything.

    “Keep pressure on the back. I’ll see if there’s a first aid kit in here.”

    Pavi was left in the darkness and silence. The house was quiet. There was nothing to distract him. Nothing to keep the memories out. Nothing to-

    “Pavi?” The voice was uncharacteristically quiet.

    Pavi forced himself to focus on that. “I’m-a fine.”

    He watched his brother put the first aid kit on the table. Pavi leaned forward to give Luigi space to work.

    “Remove your shirt.”

    Pavi painfully removed the shirt and jacket. Every movement just irritated the wound further.

    Luigi stacked gauzes and pressed tightly against his back. “It’s the best I can do. But it’s not bleeding too badly.” Luigi’s voice was tight; quiet.

    “Ok, fratello.”

    Luigi headed back to the kit and took out some ointment. “It’s antiseptic. It will smart but it shouldn’t hurt too badly. It’s up to you. But it’ll reduce the chance of an infection.”

    Pavi nodded but flinched from his brother. He could only look away as his brother approached him. He felt something smear on his chest and a cooling feeling relieved the pain. Pavi relaxed slightly. He turned back his gaze and he barely caught his brother’s eyes darting away from him and towards the wound. He should say something. But Pavi’s voice was caught in his throat.

    The smell of the antiseptic brushed his nose. It smelt like the hospital. He could hear dogs howling in the distance. His mouth still felt unbearably dry. The dining table was rectangular in shape, it looked expensive but was made from faux wood.

    He finally forced his eyes down to look at his brother. Luigi’s eyes were still focused on his wound. His eyes were clouded; lost in thought. His left forearm was strangely red. At first, Pavi thought it was just dried blood. But the arm was red and angry. “Did-a the Pavi struggle too much?” He hated how quiet his voice was as well.

    “No. Was careless.” Luigi finally put down the antiseptic. He bandaged the wounds close. “Any signs of blood loss?”

    “No. Just a bit-a thirsty.”

    Luigi poured a glass of water from the sink and placed it in front of Pavi. “Haven’t heard or seen any rebels outside. We should be safe here for now.”

    Pavi nodded and gulped down the water greedily.

    Luigi refilled the cup. “Drink up. You’re thirsty because you lost too much blood.”

    Pavi just nodded again and took a sip. He eyed Luigi’s burnt arm. He picked up the antiseptic and rubbed it on Luigi’s arm.

    Luigi startled. He looked down. “Leave it, Paviche. I’ll see to it later.”

    Pavi ignored him. It wasn’t too deep. It must have been a short contact. The metal was just too hot.

    “I said leave it!” Luigi growled. He tried to pull his arm away but Pavi kept a firm grip. He picked up the bandages and wrapped Luigi’s arm. “I don’t understand you. Why-” Luigi cut himself off.

    “It was a long time ago, fratello.”

    “So, what?”

    “I don’t-a want to think about it, fratello.”

    Luigi pulled his hand back.

    Pavi just watched the end of the bandage sway back and forth. “The Pavi was-a almost done.”

    Luigi just roughly rolled the bandage around his hand and tucked it in. “I said I would see to it.”

    Pavi hated this. It took so long for them to be ok again and just one night there were back to the awkward half-conversations. “Fratello, just…just answer me this. Why?”

    Luigi couldn’t look at him.

    “Why?”

    “The beaker was there, I didn’t think. One minute it was in my hand, the next it was empty.”

    “Ok.”

    Luigi snorted. “Ok?”

    “What do you want-a me to say?”

    “I don’t want you to say anything. I want you to say how you actually feel. I want you to stop pretending that what I did was alright.”

    “I don’t-a have anything to say.”

    “Forget it, Paviche.” Luigi was on his feet. “Stay here. I’m going to find a phone.”

    “Fratello, I’m-a not ok with what happened. But nothing can-a change that. I’m-a not angry or anything. I just…” Pavi sighed. “It’s-a easier to not-a feel.”

    “Easier huh?”

    “I don’t-a hate you, fratello, if that’s-a what you’re worried about.”

    “You should.”

    “I could. But then-a what? What-a would that change? How would that-a help?”

    “It helps.”

    “How? Does it-a help you, fratello? Pretending you hate me so it justifies-a what you did all those years ago?” Luigi fell silent and looked away. “I’ve got it right-a, haven’t I, fratello? That’s-a why you act so cruel and hateful.”

    “Pavi, stop it.”

    “Does it-a really help, fratello? Does it-a really remove the pain and guilt?”

    “No.” Luigi said quietly.

    “Then-a why do it?”

    “I…”

    “You don’t-a have to tell me, fratello. But answer it yourself. Does it-a really help or have you just-a fooled yourself into believing it helps?”

    “It’s…easier.”

    Pavi scoffed. “Throwing the word right back-a in my face, eh, fratello?”

    “I’m not.” Luigi said weakly before slumping into the chair. “It just is, Pavi.”

    Pavi shook his head. “You know; I forgave you a long time ago. I was-a just waiting for you to apologize; admit-a you were wrong. Why is-a that so hard, fratello?”

    “I don’t know.” Luigi dropped his head in his hand. “How do you apologize for something like that? How do you apologize for something so cruel and permanent? How do you apologize for a mistake you can never take back?”

    “‘I’m-a sorry.’ That’s-a all you have to say, fratello.”

    Luigi shrunk into himself. “I’m sorry.”

    The voice was so small he had to strain to hear it. But it was enough. “I forgive you, fratello.”

    Luigi’s shoulders shook. Pavi placed a gentle hand onto his shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

    “I know, fratello.”

    “You were a child.”

    “A teenager. And a bratty one at that.”

    Luigi choked out a laugh. “Idiot.”

    They just sat there until Luigi’s shoulders stopped shaking and his voice turned steady. “Take a rest, Paviche, you’ve lost a lot of blood. I’ll keep watch and look for a phone.”

    Pavi sighed. “Ok, fratello.”

    “Can you get to the couch?”

    “Si.” Pavi replied but Luigi still half dragged him to the couch.

    “If you feel off at all-”

    “I’ll tell you. Fratello, relax. I’m-a fine.”

    Luigi rolled his eyes but refused to stop staring until Pavi forced his breathing to even out.

    “Fucking idiot.” Luigi muttered.

    Pavi felt something warm drape over him and had to bite back a smile. Luigi wasn’t exactly quiet searching the house. But he allowed the warm blanket and the sounds ground him as he drifted off to sleep.

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  • unreasonable-suspicion
    18.10.2021 - 19 minutes ago

    might make a guide to giving image descriptions to flight rising dragons specifically because uh

    [image ID: a red flight rising wildclaw, a raptor-like dragon with a large claw on each toe and a fan of feathers on its head. her head is a skull, and she has 2 pearly white deer antlers. she is covered in various red and brown ripped cloth drapes along with red jewels. a vulture with a partially skeletal body flies next to her carrying a green lantern. in the background is a faded, desolate expanse. end ID]

    some of them are just a tad bit complicated

    #sobs cause that's not even her full outfit #love her but perhaps I should tone her outfit down❤️ #except no I wont #tw gore#tw blood #<- cause her neck looks like it's bleeding
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  • thephantomslibrary
    18.10.2021 - 20 minutes ago

    there’s blood splatters in the gym floor

    #tw: blood #the.spaghetti.wall.🍝
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  • rshock1010
    18.10.2021 - 30 minutes ago
    #bjw #big japan pro wrestling #takuya nomura#tw blood #dude looks like he took a beating #to clarify he is not the deathmatch champ
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  • sofippafu
    18.10.2021 - 35 minutes ago

    three bullets colliding.

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  • kittleskittle
    18.10.2021 - 40 minutes ago

    Cover, Chapter 3

    PREVIOUS CHAPTER - NEXT PAGE

    #cw: blood#tw: blood #horizon zero dawn #hzd #aloy x nil #niloy#fanart#fancomic#my art#hard sun#happy monday #lets get this ball rolling baybey
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  • sherhaanks
    18.10.2021 - 43 minutes ago

    i don't mind being savagely murdered if he's the one killing me

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  • help-i-cant-life
    18.10.2021 - 49 minutes ago

    Goretober Day 18- "Madness"

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  • shrikemall
    18.10.2021 - 52 minutes ago

    ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘     WELCOME     TO     SHRIKE    MALL    !!

                               ── ✧₊∘ shrike heights, colorado, u.s.a.  ─ 1987.

    less than two weeks after the malls long-awaited opening, a girl is found dead outside of her place of employment, along with a victim who survived just long enough to give a description of the attacker to the local law enforcement. what the townspeople of shrike heights hadn't expected, was that this wouldn't be an isolated incident. nor is the killer working alone. shrikehq is a mature, horror, oc rp set in 1987 in the fictional town of shrike heights, colorado. based primarily in the newly constructed shrike mall, employees attempt to continue working there and living in the small town while it’s plagued with mysterious, seemingly invulnerable killers. we attempt to keep writers captivated with consistent plot drops involving our muses and the killers, and we aim to create an inclusive, diverse environment for writers’ to focus on character development and relationship building amongst the chaos in shrike heights.

                                accepting applications + open for interactions !

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  • peace-and-light-poetry
    18.10.2021 - 52 minutes ago

    Hit & Run

    She lied there Unable to move In pain

    Tasting blood and vomit

    The light fading The puddle of fluids growing As she took sporadic gasps

    Of air that burned Tasting blood and vomit In pain, as she lied there

    Unable to move The causality of Someone's carelessness

    In the aftermath of A hit and run

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  • lavender-rosa
    18.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Favourite horror films (18/31)

    Perfect Blue (1997)

    dir. Satoshi Kon

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  • shrikemall
    18.10.2021 - 1 hour ago

    ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘     WELCOME     TO     SHRIKE    MALL    !!

                               ── ✧₊∘ shrike heights, colorado, u.s.a.  ─ 1987.

    less than two weeks after the malls long-awaited opening, a girl is found dead outside of her place of employment, along with a victim who survived just long enough to give a description of the attacker to the local law enforcement. what the townspeople of shrike heights hadn't expected, was that this wouldn't be an isolated incident. nor is the killer working alone. shrikehq is a mature, horror, oc rp set in 1987 in the fictional town of shrike heights, colorado. based primarily in the newly constructed shrike mall, employees attempt to continue working there and living in the small town while it’s plagued with mysterious, seemingly invulnerable killers. we attempt to keep writers captivated with consistent plot drops involving our muses and the killers, and we aim to create an inclusive, diverse environment for writers’ to focus on character development and relationship building amongst the chaos in shrike heights.

                                accepting applications + open for interactions !

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  • grimaussieart
    18.10.2021 - 2 hours ago

    Day 291: “Dumb”

    #365 art challenge #colour pallet challenge #digital sketch#digital art#sketch#my art#Grim draws#tw blood #bit of blood #my oc #my oc art
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  • kayships
    18.10.2021 - 2 hours ago

    𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟶𝟷𝟹

    squid game s/i moodboard

    ( ok to rb! )

    #ok to rb #𝕤/𝕚: 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕕 𝕘𝕒𝕞𝕖 #tw blood
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  • dirtyimbecile
    18.10.2021 - 2 hours ago

    ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ғɪᴇʟᴅs ʙʏ ʟ_ᴍᴇᴛʀᴇᴠᴇʟɪ sᴇʀᴇɴɪᴛʏ ʙʏ ᴀʟᴇɴᴀ ᴀᴇɴᴀᴍɪ ғᴇʀᴅɪɴᴀɴᴅ's ғɪᴠᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀs ʙʏ ᴛᴏᴍɪᴏ ᴏɢᴀᴛᴀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss ʙʀɪɴɢs ᴏ̨ᴜɪᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇғɪᴇʟᴅ. ʙʏ ᴏɴᴇᴢᴇᴀʟᴏᴛ ʀᴏᴀᴍɪɴɢ ᴡᴏʟғᴘᴀᴄᴋ ʙʏ sᴇʙᴀsᴛɪᴀɴ ʀᴏᴅʀɪɢᴜᴇᴢ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ's ᴄʀɪᴍsᴏɴ sᴜɴsᴇᴛ ʙʏ ɢɪᴏʀɢᴏs ᴛsᴏʟɪs

    #vvinwork#moodboard #blood and rime #dog tw#blood tw #new 3AM-spawned project babes ........
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  • evature
    18.10.2021 - 2 hours ago

    oh god i nearly got blood on my homework

    that wouldve been a pain to clean up

    anyways

    #its jsut bleeding??? #my face??? #.evature #blood mention#tw blood
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  • clingyduoedits
    18.10.2021 - 2 hours ago

    Moodboard for a TommyInnit with themes of zombies!

    [Hope you like it! Let me know if you want anything added or removed!]

    🛡 🛡 🛡

    🛡 💀 🛡

    🛡 🛡 🛡

    #[☆💿alright. here you go. ☆ request finished🛡☆] #bugs tw#tw bugs#bugs#blood#tw blood#blood tw #[ask to tag!] #[☆💿mod tommy🛡☆]
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  • shadowlorddemon
    18.10.2021 - 2 hours ago

    Whumptober Day 18: The Doctor is In

    Looks like Virgil takes up photographing as an hobby~

    …eh? Where did the blood came from? Virgil, did you kill someone and take pictures of the dead body?

    Or-? Did you help Remus or Logan become a doctor?

    #whumptober2021 #no.18 #‘now smile for the camera’ #thomas sanders sides #virgil sanders#ibispaint art#blood tw#spider tw #spider!virgil #spider #Virgil looks so evil here #does this still count as whump if the whumped one is off scene?
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