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Some more villain deku head cannons!

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Villain izuku! Who kidnapped you,his sweetheart. Ever since the day he laid his eyes on you he knew you'll be his.

Villain izuku! Who keeps you locked up in his basement,rarely allowing you to walk around freely around the house because he was scared you'd run away

Villain izuku! Who actually somewhat cares about you and he made the basement look surprisingly nice and cozy. He got some fancy decorative items for it and a small but cheap bed.

Villain izuku who bought those stuff just so you have a comfy place to live in for your whole life! You had to repay him in some way right?

Villain izuku who is so very experimented with the human body so he knows exactly where your sweet spot is and he abuses it every time he gets the chance

Villain izuku who tied up your arms and legs so you couldn't move at all.

Villain izuku who makes sure he is satisfying you by stuffing you with 3 of his thick fingers, making sure he goes as deep as possible.

Villain izuku who kisses your cheeks softly after he makes you cum twice in a row, whispering sweet words to you

this is kinda old but i posted most of my recent art in the art dump and i haven’t drawn too much digitally in the last 2 weeks 😓

i’ll probably post some traditional art soon idk tho

This is important

Hello everyone I have a friend who will stay anonymous who is going through a really tough time right now.

One note=one day they'll stay alive

Please boost this I can't lose them

Oh jesus christ, I don’t like reblogging sad stuff but wow, boost this

Hey everyone this is probably the most important post that I have ever made!

This is a one note= one hour they wont self harm post for @miyameowmura

Dont spam it because they will disregard most of them! Especially comments so dont super spam comments!

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Everyone who sees this PLEASE reblog and boost this!

I need to know what kind of blackmail Jeff Davis has on Ian Bohen to make him get down on all fours and SNIFF THE GROUND IN THE YEAR 2023

Derek having feelings about the Jeep™ specifically is just like when the car went to heaven but the gay angel didn't

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It's crazy how with a little bit of adhd and excelling grades you can convince everyone that Ur fine, even when Ur OD'ing.

Posting day 1 on the 2nd day? Yeah I'm tired goodnight

Goretober day 1, lacerations

>This story involves dark themes, gorey mental imagery, and general bad thingymabobs. You have been warned, bitch.<

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Ethan laughed to himself, watching his boyfriends from across the boathouse's kitchen. They made him so happy, did he really deserve them? No, did they really deserve him, a sad, mopey man? He saw them together alot lately, not because of how small the boathouse was. Did they not like him anymore? Nick would usually be all over him, now he was only over by James, hugging his arm and not saying anything. No flirting, no complements, nothing.

He made himself to the roof-thing they made together, the slightly moldy wood being soft to the touch and right under the stars. He thought of all kinds of things to himself, not noticing the two others joining him. It was a quiet night, he had his eyes closed and his hands above him, and his lovers next to him. They laid close next to him, sandwiching him with love. They said sweet things, assuring him that they loved him and that they would never separate. The boat rocked slowly.

Soon after, they all were asleep. Well, not that long. Ethan woke to Nick barely holding James on the edge, sharp rocks right under him. He couldn't make out what they were saying, it was pure panic throughout them all. He rushed over to them, failing by the smallest of a second, the strict waves pulling both Nick and James into the rocky water.

He screamed out for them, not seeing any remains or either of them appearing out of the water surface. Then he saw it. The black fins, one of the worst apex predators of the ocean. He didn't realize they were so far out, not far enough to reach orca territory. He couldn't breathe, his heart stopping and praying to his wish of a god for them to be okay. The panicked man jumped into the clear stinging water. He felt the harsh killer whales push against him, but he wanted to find them. He needed to find his only reason to be on the water, on the earth, here. He reached the surface, taking another breath before noticing an arm, diving back in to get it, hoping there was a body attached.

He pulled the hand out of the water, James gasping for air as he was revealed from under it. Ethan's tears staining his face out of fear, he held onto James tightly, he was pale. It was just because of the lack of oxygen, probably. He pulled James onto the boat, realizing he was holding a passed out Nick barely poking out of the water. They were alive. They were all together, on the boat. Well...mostly. The orcas tossed the water around them, James helping Nick with the gash on his face from the rocks. Ethan looked at them, the damage setting in. James lost his leg and had been bitten in the side. Nick's face had a huge hole in it, you could see the bone right under his eye and blood over his weakly dyed teal hair.

That's why he was so pale. James collapsed, losing too much blood. Ethan held him up, making sure he wouldn't land on Nick. He somehow managed to pull both of them inside, tending to them as best he could with their lack of supplies. He then immediately went to steer them out of the rocks and whales.

They were free. They were fine now. It was all okay.

Ethan woke up on the roof, gasping for air. Where were they?

He heard them, talking and laughing in the lower level. Of course, it was just a dream. Nothing bad had really happened. "Hey, how....how are you both? Feeling okay?" He questioned, having made his way to their seats. The area went quiet, him looking at them. "What, is it that weird for me to ask that? Haha." They smiled, James standing up first. "It's okay now, Ethan." Nick nodded, kissing his cheek.

"You can let us go now."

Ethan stood there, looking at the two rotting bodies at his dinner table. He laughed. "Nice one guys, now, what do you want for lunch? Hotdogs?" He went to prepare more food, the flies rushing out of his way from the older food on the table. The boathouse was a mess, blood dripping from the seats. Rotting food everywhere, leftovers from Nick and James.

"You guys are really picky lately."

>tw bruises n blood<

They're amazing im keeping them forever

>TW: REAL EYES<

Teehee

WARNING!!!!

People, please be careful. There are also people tracking children and people and putting bids on them based on their profile pictures on whatsapp, tracking and kidnapping them. Especially young children, so please be cautious, especially parents who have their children as their profile pictures.

Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.

That is so well done, holy shit

The box - Astarion,Tav bg3 Comic [TW Trauma]

I hope you have someone who would do your nails for you 💅

vent under the cut. please be safe❤️

i could do it. it would be so easy too. i have blades, knives, ropes, hundreds of pills, chemicals, i could probably even get my grubby little paws on a gun if i took my mums cash and found a shitty neighborhood.

i hate how easy it would be

i didnt think this would hurt so much. oh well. hopefully i dont wake up

OK I know the Holly phone doesn’t really make sense but I did add some little holly leaves everywhere so there’s her element I guess and ashfur is Ash and he got clapped by his apprentice his sister so yeah

What of AFO could be an alternative universe version of izuku where he did try and jump

This scene in Evil Dead Rise, but with Bill Cipher from Gravity Falls

Hero commission: Deku, are you aware that you're mother is in a mental hospital?

Izuku: *laughing* really? It worked? *Giggling still*

Hero commission: uh.. what?

Izuku: oh! I've been trying to make her go insane since I was 10! *More intense laughing*

Hero commission: ..that's, that's not good...

Izuku: I guess you could say me 'haunting' her really pushed her over the edge!

*very manic laughing*

Tyler's scar is just mentally, because you can't re-grow a whole stomach ;_; <3

yo if ash got a scar from that tiny little scratch, Tyler’s scar gon be crazyyy 😭

I wonder if you could put your hand though Tyler's stomach

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Hit that.

Click Suicide or Self-harm Concern

Yes.

Fill in the rest of it, and hit submit. The "content you reported" will fill itself in

Tumblr will follow up and help them.

Warning: this is only for mobile. If anyone knows how to do this for desktop, please add it!

This could SAVE SOMEONE'S LIFE.

YOU HAVE NO EXCUSE NOT TO REBLOG THIS.

I DON'T GIVE A FUCK IF IT DOESN'T GO WITH YOUR BLOG'S THEME.

And yes, REBLOG. Liking does no shit at all. This isn't ig.

You reblog, people see it. You don't, people don't see it. This shit's that simple.

This could save someone's life. It's not a joke.

Vent

Trigger Warning - G@slight!ng, sVic!d3 mention

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I don’t even fucking know anymore. It seems like me and my sibling constantly are at battle nowadays. And recently they’ve been getting worse and worse. Sure, there are days of laughing, it almost all the other days, it feels like I’m always trying to be g@sligh3d by them. And it’s gotten worse and worse it feel like. Even to the littlest of thing like having the TV. I was getting called a child when I was told by them that I could have the TV at 10, I agreed. I missed it by 5 minutes, and thus it became 10:30. I set a timer, and next thing be I know I was told that they didn’t know where the remote was, and that they never said 10:30, saying I was hallucinating.

Not to mention, my thoughts have been getting worse and one of the only things that is keeping me living and not wanting to commit is knowing that I need to be there for my friends. I just don’t even know anymore..

I apologize, I just..really needed to say something.

TOH rant about the collector. ignore this(or dont))

and on today's random thoughts: i would really appreciate it if The Owl House fandom would kindly stop ignoring The Collector's trauma. just because they're a morally grey character with slightly bad intentions(and i might make a post later as to why *that* isnt entirely their fault either)doesn't mean they don't have any trauma. and with some lines here and there, especially before they were released from their 'prison' shows some indication of trauma. especially in the emotional abuse lane(trust issues and mannerisms. whatnot), and they literally stayed with *Belos* for hundreds of years.

some lines that i can remember are: "waitwaitwaitwait, dont leave, come back!";; "hes my friend, right? he wouldnt lie to me. he wouldnt. weve spent,,hundreds of years playing HIS game.. i,i wanna play. a new. game.";; "i cant wait to get out of this prison!";; "you're not tricking me into doing your chores like Philip. are you?";; and the 'famous'.. "excuse-a-what now?" after realising everything he did was,, for,, literally almost no reason.

"you said you'd use the titan blood to help free me." poor baby,.,,.;, (ehh)

also look at their face as Belos' fist is racing towards them. im not sure if they were able to get hurt physically while in this form, maybe some phantom pains here and there, but its still scary for them nonetheless. especially being so young(mentally)and theyve also gotten used to dodging Belos' attacks, meaning it happened fairly often://

(also just writing this out here since i know a few people may acknowledge their trauma, even slightly, but most just disregard it. and label the collector as a straight up villain)

edit: I WONT @ THEM(UNLESS THEY TELL ME TO)BUT YESSS POINTING THIS OUT AS WELL;

once, someone (he doesn't even remember who), between their unnecessarily praising speech to mori, mentioned how much his bandaged executive and him are similar. dazai was zoned out the whole speech so this small, unconsidered statement felt like a punch in the gut and suddenly he became extremely nauseous. they went on with their nonsense, mori listened with a polite smile on his face and all dazai could focus on was suppressing his urge to puke right into the speakers mouth, all over this huge room of mori's and finally on mori himself. he visualized in his head how his vomit will choke the speaker and how it'll pour from mori's hair. the smell would be awful.

later on, he stared at his distorted reflection on a puddle. a breeze lifted his coat, he smiled slightly and a few seconds later he was bent over to empty his whole stomach. he never had to vocalize it because he already knew. but how come others realize it too? he felt himself full of something sticky and poisonous, melting everything inside him and re-shaping them. he swears if he were to scratch and scrape his skin until it bleeds he'll find him there. was it always that obvious? at some nights he dreams himself on top of mori's dead body; his neck sliced open with a lancet. but deep down he knows there won't be any difference. it's too late, mori could die, disappear even; he has already injected all his venom into dazai's veins.

and dazai could see himself taking the syringe from mori's hands, just to poison another soul, just to melt them completely and destroy what they had of a person once. he knew all of these.

but still, he never got used to hear them from others.

A message for young women in these perilous times!

Since I feel bad about the Nagito and Kokichi frenimies fic being so short, I’ll post a piece that I wrote from an old rp with a friend.

Basically it is a lot of the characters from all games (including Ultra Despair Girls) and in this piece they are being transported from one school to somewhere else. Coincidentally, Nagito and Kokichi did NOT get along at all in the RP but they both helped the MC/Reader figure things out for the trials.

Please beware that this fic mentions Blood, Scars and Kidnapping, along with the other possibly triggering topics from Danganronpa.  

I hope you enjoy :)

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    You woke up to see the inside of a small bus. Nagito was leaning against the window in the seat to the right of you, across the aisle, watching the surroundings. An unconscious Kokichi was in the seat right next to you on the left. There were bars separating the Monokuma driver and you three; the type you'd see in a cop car. Nagito wasn't wearing his jacket as usual, and you quickly noticed it was placed over your shoulders with your arms out of the sleeves. He didn't seem to be cold, but it was pretty chilly so you felt bad that he let you wear it instead of him. It was dark and rainy outside; definitely not the weather to go without a coat.

    You figured that Nagito had probably been awake for a while, seeing as he was calm about the situation; acting as if this was just a normal drive somewhere. He almost looked like he was bored. He had his arm on the bottom of the window and was leaning his head against it. You don’t remember getting onto a bus. The last thing you remember was standing in the hallway of the 5th floor of Hope's Peak Academy. ‘They must have knocked us out’, you figured.

You looked up through the front window to see another bus in front, similar to the one you were in right now. Looking behind you through the back window, you saw a few more buses trailing behind. ‘Maybe they’re be relocating us for some reason, though why they decided to split us up, I'm not sure.’ 

When you turned to look through the back window, you felt a sharp pain in your stomach. You dismissed it as  hunger pangs, as you knew you hadn't eaten much today. 

  You placed your arms over your stomach and it seemed to help it feel a little better. At that point, Nagito noticed you were awake, but didn't say anything. You decided to break the monotonous silence, aside from the rain pattering and the engine rumbling through the bus.

"Thanks.. For the jacket, I mean." You said.

He picked his head up and turned to you. 

"Of course. I assumed you would be cold, and someone like you should be warmer than someone filthy like me." He smiled a little, as if he hadn't just insulted himself. It's almost as if he didn't realize he was being self-deprecating.

Deciding to ignore the last remark, you  just shook your head and continued.

"If you get cold let me know, though, so I can return it to you, okay?"

"...Alright." It seemed like he wanted to decline, but decided against it. He just put his arm back on the side and leaned against it again.

You looked out the window and watched the road stretch on. Aside from the other buses, there were no cars on the road. You wondered why they left the windows uncovered. ‘You'd think they would cover them or even keep us knocked out long enough to get to wherever we were going.’ 

After who-knows-how-long, Kokichi started rustling. He sat up groggily and looked around confused, as you had done not long ago. After waking up more and taking in his surroundings he turned to look at the two of you.

"Why are you wearing his jacket? Are you two dating now or something?" He said, looking disgusted; however he was obviously joking.

"Well good morning, sunshine. Why were your legs on my shins? Does that make us a couple?" You shot back, also joking. 

He looked a little shocked, but still chuckled and quickly moved his legs.

"Soo... Where are we?" He said, looking out the window, though there was nothing that could be used to your advantage to figure out where you were.

"Your guess is as good as mine. Nagito's been awake the longest, since I woke up not long before you did." You shrugged and turned to Nagito.

After hearing his name, Nagito turned to face you and nodded,

"That's true, but I haven't seen a single sign or building since waking up. So we still have nothing." He sighed and slouched.

You could tell he didn't want to say anything if he didn't need to. Seeing as they both disliked each other, he probably didn't want to aggravate Kokichi or end up upsetting himself.

Kokichi huffed and went to cross his arms but winced and put his left arm back down. "Ow.." He muttered

"What’s the matter?" You asked. 

Even Nagito was focused on the situation. You both waited as you watched Kokichi try to shake off the pain.

"That really hurt. It felt like I've been stabbed in my arm." He was looking at his arm in the sleeve as much as he could without moving it around.

"You might need to pull up your sleeve. There might be something underneath." You said sitting forward a little. 

"Yeah but.. It's near my shoulder at the back, so even if I could pull up my sleeve that high- which I don't think I can- I won't be able to check it." Kokichi said, slouching a little at the realization that he'd need one of you to check it for him. "I'm sure I'm fine though." He said, but that was clearly a lie.

"That obviously hurt. I can check it for you." You sat up further and started leaning towards him, putting your hand closer to his arm to take a look.

He slapped your hand away with his uninjured hand.

"No. You don't need to take my shirt off for me. I’m fine." He said, turning away from you, and he seemed to be in a sour mood. He leaned up against the window, probably to use the cold window like an ice-pack, though he looked pained when his arm came in contact with the glass.

"Well I'll gladly switch places with Nagito so he can check for you, if you’d prefer that." You sat back the way you were a minute ago.

Your stomach stung from moving, but you didn't want to worry them with that fact, and you hadn't noticed it as much because were worried about Kokichi's arm.

Nagito sighed.

"Sorry, but I don't think I'll be able to swap places with you." He gestured to his legs, "It seems like they’ve sliced my legs. Right above the knee. I hadn't noticed any blood- if there was any- because of how dark my pants are but when I went to put my jacket on you, I couldn't properly stand to do so. I didn't mention it because I assumed my luck made me get hurt while we were unconscious. That doesn't seem to be the case, however..." He continued.

"So, do you think they harmed us all so we wouldn't, or rather, couldn't fight back?" You said. No wonder your stomach hurt, it was probably caused by whoever's working with Monokuma.

"Well, that makes sense. But you don't seem to be in pain. So you could still do something, right?" Kokichi said to you, now holding his, assumed, injury with his right hand.

"..." You paused before answering. You weren’t totally sure if your stomach was damaged in some way, or if it was just hurting, but you didn’t feel comfortable pulling up your shirt to check right now.

"From what I saw when you first woke up, when you went to turn around to look out the window, you winced in pain as well. And since you had your arms over your stomach for a while, I'm assuming that's where they hurt you too? If that is the case, anyway." Nagito piped in. You didn't realize he saw that, but it seems he's a lot more observant than you’d thought.

"Yeah, that sounds about right. But I don't know if that's from hunger or if that's from the Monokumas." You said.

"So why don't you check? It's somewhere that you could check easily, so you won't need help." Kokichi said, clearly getting annoyed.

"Yeah, but I can't just go pulling my shirt up to check. It’s just uncomfortable to do that right now.." You said, slouching a little. 

Kokichi sighed, shook his head slightly, turned more towards the window, and kept his gaze outside. You could tell he was irritated, not because he had to look away, but probably because of the situation you were in.

Nagito also turned his body towards the window, leaned his arm against it and rested his head in his hand. He even went the extra mile to close his eyes, though you weren't sure if that’s out of respect for the situation, or if he was just tired.

You took your left hand and held both sides of Nagito’s jacket closed in front of you as extra covering, and lifted your shirt underneath. As you’d expected, you had a clean slice on your stomach. Though for some reason it wasn’t bleeding, nor did it look all that fresh. It looked more like you’d been cut a few days prior and it was just starting to heal. You were upset about the fact that they went out of their way to hurt the three of you, but at the same time, it intrigued you as to how it could look so healed when you couldn’t have been asleep for more than a few hours.

You lowered your shirt and let go of Nagito’s jacket.

Kokichi hadn’t, and couldn’t, check his wound and Nagito probably couldn’t check his either, which was why you’d assumed the reason you hadn’t seen blood was because Nagito and you both wore dark clothes near the wounds and from the angle of Kokichi’s wound, you figured you wouldn’t have been able to see blood even if there was any.

Even though you had finished checking, the boys stayed looking out the window in silence. You were sure that you reaction, or lack thereof, proved the theory true, giving them no reason to ask whether or not you were right.

You thought about also sitting in silence, but the fact that there was no blood on your stomach at all was something that should probably be mentioned, especially since you needed to work together. You leaned forward.

“Hey! How long were we asleep for?” You yelled to the Monokuma driver, though there was no response. You hadn’t really expected for there to be one.

The boys both turned and looked at you; Kokichi, again, looked confused and irritated. Nagito just looked tired.

“There, uh.. Wasn’t any blood. I just thought it was odd, if we were only asleep for a few hours, there’d be blood, right? At least dried blood, right? It was completely clean, and didn’t look that fresh..” You said, sitting back again.

Kokichi just looked more stunned but Nagito seemed to be thinking about the implications of what you’d just said.

“Are you saying that we’ve been asleep for longer than a day, at least..?” 

“Seems like it..” You said, sighing. 

Nagito just shook his head at the thought. He wasn’t disagreeing with you; it was more of a disappointment in the thought of the Monokumas and their actions.

What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.

You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself

but you killed everyone else around you too. 

For info on why:

They heavily encourage children to interact, claiming to be a "safe space", while stating that they are 22 and pro-ship. They also openly believe children can consent to sexual acts.

Please stay safe, Block and report if you can, I dont want anyone to get hurt in any way.

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Happy anniversary, hero.

(click for better quality, close ups under the cut)

this piece was primarily done with the lasso tool which is not my usual mode of coloring!

also bonus of the silly thanks for scrolling