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Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault

When I was 23, I was sexually assaulted by a close friend during my suicide attempt. This happened 4 months after I had gotten out of a 2 year emotionally, physically & sexually abusive relationship with my ex. That time of my life was incredibly painful & I still haven’t fully healed from it all these years later. The unfortunate reality is that rapists & abusers often get to live their lives as normal while the survivor is left to pick up the broken pieces. This song is not about wanting actual harm to come to my rapist; but, a way to illustrate the violence done to me & how it affected me.

[ ACCEPTING ]

It's your creator it's your captor it's your world it's your father it's your dad. He's your dad.

It's your dad, and you'd do anything for him. It's your dad, and he's happy, and you're going to do anything he needs to keep that happiness.

Trembling hands close weakly around Laurence's ankle, Lazaro seemingly so small and unimportant, kneeled at his feet, unable to look up at him. Because withdrawl makes him too worn out, because rising his gaze would be useless with his sight so blurred by addiction and the tears rolling down his cheeks. He makes himself even smaller, wrapped around his leg, willing to do anything to have a bit more, just a little more of blood. Does he needs to prove it? He will. He can do anything. Between the sobs, the air fills of timid kisses on the leather of his boot. ❛ you’re the one good thing left in this world. ❜ he murmurs, his voice so weak, a trembling mess. ❛ m-my only good thing left... ❜

Such a pitiful sigh, one that at first almost scares the Vicar, then makes his heart shrink. It's always like this, when he meets some of the unfortunate victims of the Holy Blood - a medicine as wonderful as it was addicting, one that might make the strongest of men bend and lose control if left unchecked. The man at his feet pleads, cries out, and all Laurence can do is lower himself, kneeling before the other, taking his face between his hands with the gentleness he'd use to hold a rare flower, lifting it slowly.

Never look down. Never act like a dog…!

"Both of us know this isn't true, my friend."

The Vicar's voice is firm, yet kind. A hand still on the man's cheek, the other goes under his armpit, trying to lift him up.

[ Over the shoulder // Still Accepting! ]

@ghostories asked:

HI ISII :3c from @diicha , if you feel like it! / Like a Bag (he's underweight and really easy to pick up sjfkh)

Send “Like a Bag” for my muse to suddenly pick up yours

Schatten definitely would never call herself a hero. But that didn't meant that she wouldn't help someone! ... At least if she thinks they needed help, and she could provide this help. Like right now. She had found this man in an alley, that the vigilante had just been passing through. And she was... pretty sure he wasn't really... there. He was awake but... not really in the right mind... Actually, Lilli was wondering if he was on some kind of drug. Which one, no idea. There were way to many, and she isn't exactly an expert.

And she can't let this man just stay here. Not like this. So. Why not bringing him at least to a hospital? Or, if she can get it out of him, while on her way to a medical facility, his home. So the woman simply tries picking him up... and hesitated when she noticed how light he is. For a grown man he was way to light. Still, she continued, and now puts Gillspie over her shoulder. Much easier to carry him around like this! It's still concerning that she can pick him up though... Without even using her powers!

" Seriously Mister! Zhat's totally not a place to spend zhe night, don't you zhink? "

She wonders if he could even hear or understand that she is saying.

Death Threats, Ghost Stories & Killing the Neighbors.

Listening the Madchild and Tom album right now, and guys, it's sick. Trust me. Gotta check it out

no thoughts head empty if not for mad dog and sundown /

[ TAKE ]: sender takes a hit meant for receiver.

Oh, crap. This ain't good.

To be fair, it wouldn't be the first time Mad Dog takes a bullet in the thigh - nor is the first time he takes a bullet for him. Sundown wanted to pretend this was a matter of nemesis code - "only I can kill him", the bounty hunter proclaimed more than once when dealing with rival headhunters -, but when blood starts flowing those distant thoughts are always pushed on the side in favor to something way deeper than the somewhat one-sided rivalrly they kept acting on. It happened quickly: the sound of a trigger being pulled, the push that came with it, the scream from Mad Dog and the groan of the enemy getting two bullets in his skull.

One second too late. Always a goddamn second too late.

The taller still manages to grab the other before he could fall - awkwardly, first by the back of his coat, then the arm -, accompanying him on the dusty ground in a much more gentle manner soon after.

"...this ain't good."

🫀Happy Valentine’s Day!🫀