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The Martyr

                        Chapter Five                     The Hand That Feeds       

It was dark. Lance wasn’t sure how long he had been chained up, but judging by the painful pangs of hunger that contracted in his stomach every few minutes, it had to have at least been a couple of days. After his assault, Lotor had returned to his room only once, to dress Lance in a blue silk wrap that hung loosely around his waist. But since then, Lance had seen neither hide nor hair of him. It would have been a safe bet that he had been forgotten if not for the daily visits from Zethrid, who made sure he was at the very least cleaned and given water. He supposed he should at the very least be grateful for that. Yet, he just couldn’t relax. Lotor’s ominous words echoed in his mind, and he just couldn’t shake the feeling that Lotor’s cruelty was only just beginning.

       ‘Don’t fret young paladin, while it would be wonderful to see your belly huge and round with Galran brood, I have other plans for you.’ That’s what he’d said with that cruel and sickening smile on his face. And, it wasn’t just the words themselves, it was the way he said them - with such a sadistic inflection that it almost seemed like what he had planned was way beyond any cruel or inhuman thing that Lance could imagine. That being said, what could be worse than being experimented on so he could carry Galran children? He shook his head, not wanting to dwell on such thoughts any longer. It was bad enough that he had been fucked mercilessly without his consent, the idea that he as a man could carry children was just too much.

       Instead Lance’s thoughts turned once again to escape and his team. Best case scenario he would manage to escape and somehow find his team in the deep recesses of space without his helmet or armor. That, or his team would bust in, kick Galran ass and rescue him. I could even deal with Keith teasing me for being caught, he thought with a small smile. An image of Keith’s scowling face came to his mind and a pang of longing gripped his chest. I miss him…I miss all of them.

       After a few moments of silence, Lance shook that thought from his head as well. There was no use focusing on such thoughts. He experimentally tugged at the binds around his wrist and ankles. Damn, they were still incredibly sturdy; there was no way he was going to be able to break them. His eyes instead focused on the wooden post that the binds were attached to. Maybe, if  he could just - the door suddenly hissed open, startling him out of his thoughts, and to his surprise Lotor walked into the room, wheeling in a covered silver cart.

       Lance’s eyes narrowed in suspicion, “what the hell is that?” he snapped, glaring up at the prince.

       “Sharp tongued as ever I see,” Lotor replied dismissively, bringing the cart to a halt in front of Lance. “You would think after three days of solitary confinement with no food, we would have been able to scrape off that abrasive attitude of yours, but it appears you still have more of a lesson to learn. We’ll have to drill it into that head of yours before the end of the month or we may just have to postpone my plans,” he grinned, brushing Lance’s hair behind his ears.

       Lance recoiled at the prince’s touch and fear prickled in his chest, but he tried not to let it show. “You never answered my question, and what the hell kind of sick plans do you have for me, anyway? I already told you that I won’t betray my friends, so I don’t know why you’re even bothering with all of this.”

       Lotor chuckled in response to Lance’s bravado. “I will reveal my plans in due time, Blue. We have a few months before everything is prepared. In the meantime, let’s just enjoy the time we have together,” he purred, dragging a clawed hand underneath the silk wrap to caress Lance’s bare thigh. Lance flinched at the touch, acutely aware that his cock lay within reach, completely bare under the thin silk.

       Before Lance could voice his discomfort, Lotor removed his hand and returned his attention to the silver cart. Lance’s eyes followed Lotor’s movements suspiciously, watching intently as Lotor stood up, wheeled the cart over to the side of the bed where Lance was bound, and carefully lifted off the lid of the tray, setting it down on the bedside table.

       Craning his neck, Lance peered down at the tray. Inside a large, shallow, metallic plate was a yellowish brown substance, both grainy and soupy in texture. It smelled foul, and Lance only recognized it as food due to the spoon that was submerged into the disgusting slop. Lance wrinkled his nose in disgust. Lotor picked up the spoon and scooped up the thick mixture and brought it towards Lance’s mouth. “Eat, it wouldn’t do if you suddenly died before my plan was complete.”

       Lance recoiled in disgust, tilting his neck away from the spoon, gagging at the smell, “How about I don’t and say that I did?” he grimaced as Lotor followed Lance’s mouth with the spoon. Lance turned his head away once more, refusing to open his mouth.

       Lotor sighed and quickly untied Lance’s binds, ”I was hoping we could do this the easy way but it seems that I was wrong.” Relief flooded over Lance when Lotor placed the spoon back into the bowl, but it was short lived, as Lotor suddenly grabbed a fistful of his hair, dragging him into a sitting position and smacked him hard across the face. Stunned, Lance turned his head to face Lotor only to be smacked again, this time a little harder. Without warning, Lotor gripped Lance’s jaw, prying his mouth painfully open before grabbing the spoon once more and shoving it deep into Lance’s mouth, clattering it noisily against his teeth.

       The taste was revolting, almost like liquified medicine and he gagged as the bitter mixture hit his tongue, but before he had a chance to spit it up, Lotor slapped his hand hard against Lance’s throat, forcing him to swallow it down. Suddenly, he gripped his hair again slapping him hard across the face. “Are you going to behave Blue, or are all your meals going to be this difficult?” Lotor chuckled as Lance coughed and retched, trying to pull his hair out of the Galran’s iron grip.

        “S-stop I -” Lance wheezed, gripping Lotor’s wrist’s weakly before Lotor gripped his jaw and pushed another spoonful into his mouth, this time nearly shoving it down his throat. With the spoon still clamped between Lance’s teeth, the prince forced his mouth closed and once again, made him swallow the revolting blend by smacking his hand hard against his throat before letting go.

       That was it for Lance who retched and threw up all over his lap and chest, letting the spoon clatter to the floor. Lotor looking disgusted, gripped Lance’s jaw again, this time landing a curled first against his cheek causing flecks of vomit and saliva to spatter against the wall. Lance, still heaving,  let out a choked sob, his face starting to swell where Lotor had punched him. With tears threatening to spill over, he looked back at Lotor who suddenly grabbed his face and forced his mouth open, but instead of scooping up more of the blend, lotor gathered a large spoonful of Lance’s own vomit and forced the spoon into his mouth. Lance gagged and fought against Lotor’s grip his eyes bulging and drool dripping out of the corners of his mouth.

       “Disgusting,” Lotor sneered. “Absolutely disgusting. I go through the trouble of fixing you a nutritious meal and you not only refuse my hospitality but you vomit all over yourself like some sick animal.” He forced Lance to swallow and immediately scooped up some more, pushing it against Lance’s mouth who gagged and tried to shove the spoon away. “Please stop I’ll - mmf,” he pleaded, only to be cut off as Lotor suddenly pushed Lance’s face into his own lap, smearing vomit over his face and bangs. Lance panicked as vomit filled his nose and airwaves, cutting off his breath and as he began to thrash, Lotor finally let go, watching as Lance retched and sobbed, gasping for air.     The prince’s eyes quirked up as an idea suddenly hit him, “Oh dear Blue,” he cooed, “you’ve made such an awful mess of yourself. Do you want to be rinsed off?”

       Lance shook his head, hot angry tears pouring down his cheeks. He knew from the very beginning how evil the prince was, especially after their last meeting. But he had no idea how disgusting and sadistic the prince could be until that very moment and he was not eager to find out what, “rinsed off,” meant. “N-no,” he choked, his shoulders shaking.

    “Oh come now, I insist,” Lotor pressed, untying Lance’s legs and yanking him off the bed by his hair. Lance yelped and tried to tug himself free, but Lotor pushed Lance down onto his knees, forcing him to kneel in front of him. To Lance’s horror, Lotor began to unbutton his pants, pulling his cock free and aiming it towards Lance’s ruined face.

    “N-no, don’t -” Lance started, only to be cut off as Lotor began to urinate onto his face. Lance was humiliated and disgusted and his cheeks burned with shame as Lotor emptied himself onto Lance’s face, causing a mix of vomit, piss and drool to slide down his neck and chest. When he was finished, he threw Lance to the side, who landed against the wall in a crumpled heap and began to sob.

    Grinning at the sight, Lotor turned, tucking himself back into his pants and began to head toward the exit. “I know that may have seemed harsh, Blue, but I assure it was a necessary learning opportunity. Maybe next time you’ll learn not to insult the hand that feeds.” And with that he left, leaving Lance to his own shame and despair.  Previous Ao3 Link

That's What You Get (Yandere!Hawks x Pregnant!Reader)

SERIOUS WARNING: This is an extremely disturbing read with themes and topics that include: suicidal tendencies, cursing, verbal abuse, blood, self-harm, infantilism, forced pregnancy, purposeful miscarriage, descriptions of gore, physical abuse and mentions of rape.

Please read with caution as you have been warned of the heavy subjects present in this story.

You wondered to yourself what you did to deserve all of this.

What god had decided to push all their anger unto your poor, unfortunate soul with such mercilessness?

What events led you to meeting a red-winged devil pretending to be an angel?

A hot hand grabbed at your hand without warning, yanking it away from your mouth. A trail of bloodied saliva followed and you only then noticed the familiar taste of blood on your tongue.

"Can you fucking stop?" Dabi hissed, turquoise eyes glaring deep into your hazed ones. "Do you want Hawks to lose his shit again?"

Yes, is what you wanted to say. You wanted Hawks to watch as you bit into your fingers with little thought. You wanted him to see how numb you were from all his abuse. You wanted him to know that he did this.

He was the reason you were broken now.

You didn't answer his question or even bother to truly look at him, only bringing your other hand to your mouth and biting down.

Your nail cracked against your teeth and felt slight satisfaction when Dabi cursed again and had to grab both your hands to keep you from doing any further damage to yourself.

"God dammnit, Y/N!" He growled, grabbing the attention of nearby league members scattered about the hideout. "Can someone please take this stupid bitch? I am not babysitting that hero's fuck doll today!"

Entering the room with a long sigh, Mr. Compress switched places with the purple-skinned villain, a first aid kit in tow.

When Dabi exited from the room, a dry chuckle left you but disappeared just as quickly as it came.

That's how most feelings worked for you now. They'd come and go. You were never allowed to truly feel anything for longer than 10 seconds.

Compress eyed you disappointingly, "It's not funny, Y/N." He scolded as he began to wrap your fingers, "Hawks told you to take better care of yourself. The more you put yourself at risk, the harder this pregnancy will be in the long run.

You stilled at that, nausea rising to your throat at the painful memories of Hawks holding you down against the cold, tiled floor and his warm, smooth cum filling your bruised cunt to the brim despite your cries.

That was followed by many more nights painted the same way.

A month later, you found out you were pregnant after Hawks had tested your toilet water.

The bastard was happier than ever but that happiness went right out the window when he caught you attempting to throw yourself down a set of stairs later that day. You'd even looked him in the eyes as you'd started to fall.

It was too bad that he'd caught you. That fall definitely would've done the trick.

After numerous other attempts, the hero finally decided that while he was gone, someone had to be with you at all times for both you and the baby's parasite's protection.

"Done-" Compress finished wrapping the bandages around you fingers, "-Have you eaten lunch yet?"

No, you hadn't. You hadn't moved from your curled position on the couch since Hawks left way earlier that morning.

To please Compress, you ate a few bites of what he made you and sipped some of the soup Hawks had packed for you.

Soon, you were back in your corner of the couch, filling in the permanent dent that you’d made from sitting there for so long.

You shivered as you hugged yourself.

Despite wearing a sweater and leggings with thick socks, you always felt so cold. Even if you were sweating, you were still cold.

You wondered why that was.

And now that you were left alone with your thoughts, you began to wonder other things.

Was your family regretting giving you to Hawks?

How long had it been since you'd seen them?

Did they even care?

What would they think if you escaped now and showed up pregnant?

Would they even believe you if you told them what Hawks did?

They’d probably think you were a slut.

A good for nothing whore that would do anything to get money.

Your head felt like it was about to explode.

Everything felt so meaningless now.

Why did this happen to you? Why couldn't you get control of your life again?

You placed a hand on your stomach, feeling the small hump that would soon be bigger and heavier in just a few months.

And then you'd have to push it out while it tore your pussy apart. Then you'd have to heal for who knows how long, taking care of a screaming, shitting lump while Hawks goes out and lives however he pleases.

As he always has.

...

Were you really supposed to just sit here and accept that?

That's what Hawks wanted you to do.

But how the hell could you?

"Baby, I'm back!" Hawks beamed as he walked up to you, stealing a kiss to your cheek. His smiled faded slightly, however, when he saw your bandaged fingers, "Aw, (Y/N), were you biting your fingers again?"

You didn't answer. You never really did anymore, much to his annoyance.

He sighed deeply and turned to Compress, asking him about how you'd done throughout the day. His expression only soured further at the villain's words and he glanced down at you with unimpressed eyes.

"Alright, thank you guys again for watching her-" He picked you up bridal style, "We'll be back next week as discussed."

The flight home was eerily quiet. You could tell that Hawks was upset with you. But he couldn't be nearly as upset as you were. But you knew he never thought about how you felt.

Everything was always about him.

When you both got home to his condominium, he sat you on the couch, unwrapping and examining your damaged fingers.

His lips were downturned and his brows were furrowed. His golden eyes weren't as bright as they'd been previously.

He wasn't happy with you at all.

Good.

His face made you giddy for some reason and you couldn't stop the corners of your lips from twitching upwards. It was so great that you could almost laugh with genuine joy.

Hawks' snapped his eyes up to you with wide, unbelieving eyes.

Shit, you must've laughed without realizing it.

No, wait.

You were crying.

"Oh, (Y/N), it's alright.” He cooed, “I know you'll do better for me and the baby next time, right?" That was a threat and you felt your mood plunge at the mention of the baby parasite resting in you. "Right?"

"Yeah..." You mumbled robotically. You could give less shits about the baby.

Hawks wasn't happy with how you'd responded but shrugged it off with a mumble of 'pregnancy hormones' and started to make dinner.

Ever since he’d found out you were pregnant, he made you take it easy. No unnecessary movement, as he liked to phrase it.

“So…” Keigo started, washing some rice in a bowl, “you’ve got your first appointment coming up next week. How’d’ya feel?”

You touched your growing stomach underneath your loose t-shirt. Was it really time for that?

No, no this couldn’t be.

If Hawks made you wait too long, you won’t be able to get rid of it and then you’ll really be stuck.

Nausea came back full force and you retched aloud, stomach curling. You turned away from the table and threw up the little bit of lunch you’d had earlier.

Keigo was by your side in a flash, rubbing your back when you continued to retch and gag.

“The morning sickness is becoming more frequent now, huh?” He asked, “Here, rinse your mouth with some water.” His feathers brought over a small cup of water and a bowl for you to spit into.

After rinsing your mouth out, you glanced up at Keigo, something you hadn’t done in a long time and saw how he visibly brightened when you did so.

“Please, Kei… I don’t-I don’t want this.” You told him honestly, your voice heavy with misery.

He instantly frowned at that, lips turning downwards and eyes going sharp, “What did I tell you about talking like that, (Y/N)? What the hell is wrong with you?!” He snapped, feathers shaking.

You stared at him as if he weren’t there and shrugged, “I guess you won’t know until the baby’s dead.”

“You don’t mean that.” He seemed to be telling himself that because deep down… deep down he knew that you meant it. “(Y/N), you don’t mean that.”

You felt the corners of your mouth lift again, “I’m not going to my first appointment because there will be no baby. Hell, there weren’t even be a (Y/N) to take to the appointment.” Now you were really smiling, no more tears to give.

Hawks feathers shook more, a hopeless look graced his features as he brought a hand to his mouth, “(Y/N), I-“ He looked away from your wide smile and void eyes, he couldn’t stand to look at you anymore, “What is happening to you? A baby is supposed to make you happy! Why isn’t this working?”

He walked away without another word, leaving you alone in the kitchen.

A burning smell caught your attention and you stepped over your vomit puddle to turn off the chicken he was cooking on the stove.

You took the pan off the still hot burner and placed it on the back one.

If only a burn could kill you.

A glint in your peripheral vision caught your eye and you snapped your head towards the sink. Your eyes widened.

There, like the forbidden fruit, sat a large kitchen knife. You realized Keigo must’ve left it when he was arguing with you.

Now was your chance.

You gripped the knife in both your hands.

You hadn’t seen a knife in so long. Keigo had locked them up when you started ‘acting up’.

You lifted it above your head.

Deep breath in.

Hold it.

You swiftly brought the knife down into your stomach. It slid right in like butter and you surprisingly didn’t feel anything.

With a shaky breath, you looked down and stumbled awkwardly as you struggled to pull the knife back out.

Blood started to soak your t-shirt and stain it dark red. A metallic smell clung to the air and you raised the knife above your head again.

This was easier than you’d thought.

You brought the knife down at an angle and groaned, the pressure of your stab felt like a punch.

One more stab should do the trick.

“(Y/N), I got off the phone with your pediatrician,” Keigo started from the bedroom you both shared, “Turns out, you’re just going through a pregnancy depr- (Y/N)!” He screamed seeing the blood on the ground.

Feathers shot towards you and you smiled wildly as you were pinned to the ground.

Keigo turned you on your side and you let go of the knife, letting it stay in your stomach.

There was no need to do anything else. You’d gotten rid of it for good.

He sobbed loudly in your face, his eyes screaming with despair. He didn’t even recognize you anymore, just like how you hadn’t recognized him for a long time now.

His screams of why were only met with one answer.

“Because, that’s what you get.”

I love the idea of like hawks kissing you with gum in your mouth and his bird brain switches on, and hes like, mate? Feeding me? Yes? Yes. I feed her now. And now hes like chewing chicken and tonguing it down your throat and you're not a happy camper.

Pfft I brought this lovely grossness on myself.

Let’s imagine that Hawks has a crop, aka that little pouch in a bird’s throat that stores food. That’s totally why he eats so often; always gotta make sure he has a little extra! It’s a habit he developed when he was living in more scarce conditions as a child.

Anyway, when he notices something in your mouth while making out, he thinks that it can’t be anything else but an offering, right? Hawks is ecstatic; to think that you’d be the one choosing to get more intimate, personally feeding your mate like this. He happily swipes up the gum with his tongue and swallows it.

You’re staring at him with a bewildered expression. What? Did you think he wasn’t going to accept such a generous gift? Well, he’s going to show you just how grateful he is by returning the favor.

He locks lips with you again, and with a few spasms from his throat, pushes his yakitori dinner up his esophagus and into your mouth.

Hawks guesses that you prefer being a giver instead of a receiver. That must be why you screamed into his mouth out of pure disgust and shoved him back hard enough to make him lose his footing and fall on his ass.

You coughed and gag as you rushed to the bathroom. Damn, that kinda hurts his feelings. If you hated getting fed so badly, you could’ve just told him. That was some high quality chicken that he chose not to fully digest just for you. Now it’s being expelled into the toilet.

What a waste. Time to go eat again.

A very rough comic continuation of this

Context, this is a late redemption au of Hunter where certain canon events don’t happen. This is shortly after Belos death. Hunter has his possession scars because it played out in a much different way. Sadly this also means very slow burn pittwins siblings :(

love ur username as a person who’s been on zoloft withdrawal twice

hhehehe i remember trying to quit zoloft cold-turkey and i wouldn't stop vomiting for a month straight, never again 🙏

wouldn't recommend not listening to your psychiatrist but whatever the purpose of trying to quit zoloft was, it kinda worked, in a different way. i was on a pretty high dose of several meds, quitting everything means they have to start with smaller dosage again, so cheaper meds and multiple months backward in recovery 👍

Just threw up for the first time in three years.

I feel absolutely awful. I hate fevers and I hate illness and I hate everything like that. The second I so much as get out of bed I can feel Death staring me in the face.

Panic Attack, featuring Mom Hank and one Very Frightened Feral

another un-edited chunk, definitely gonna be a few more chapters into the fic but here yall go!

Feral Baby Logan AU

The first time they spar, though, it triggers a memory (and a subsequent panic attack). The Beast just holds his wrists, murmurs reassurances, and rubs his thumbs against the outside of Loans knuckles, uncaring of his claws. After that, they really do start to bond. So much so that it causes…some codependency issues in Logan when he has to be apart from His Person. But, that all comes later.

Wolverine manages to hound the Beast into (play) fighting with him. He’s been at the Institute for all of a week and already feels like he’s going to shake out of his skin from boredom.

Everyones treating him like he’ll break if he does any fighting at all, which is boring, and he has to eat all of his meat medium or more because everyone keeps staring at him and watching what he eats,which is annoying, and there's no one else in the building that's his age or anything to do, which is infuriating. 

On top of all that, he’s been forced to meet with Jean Grey and Charlie every day for at least an hour. His head always hurts after, and the last few days have just been with Charle’s after Jean ran out to throw up in the hall bathroom. And that’s not mentioning the weird nightmares he’s been having these past few days, of people he doesn’t know holding him down, the loud cracking of the collar ringing in his ears even after he wakes.  

All to say, if he doesn’t get this tension out soon, he's going to explode. Beast must have seen some of his distress on his face, because he sighs, takes off his reading classes, and nods.

“Alright boy, but you must remember some rules. One,” he holds up a large blue finger.

“If I say stop, we stop. Secondly, you may not use your claws. I know you like using them, but this is a spar, not a fight, and I do not heal as quickly as you do.” He grins. “But biting and your normal claws is allowed.”

Logan doesn’t waste a minute. The moment Beast steps into the ring, Wolverine pounces, a Feral grin in place as he jumps to climb the much larger man. He’s surprised when his weight topples the man, both of them sprawling into the mat. Beast huffs out a laugh, and then grabs him by his shirt and -gently- throws him over his shoulder onto the mat. Logan wheezes, but scrambles up, a grin on his face. This is going to be fun

It’s on their fourth round that it happens: Beast surprises him. He does something to quiet his steps enough for Logan to lose him as he jumps away to get some distance. He’s trying to locate him before he closes his eyes, and realizes the man is somehow behind-

Before he even finishes his though, he sees something blue and lashes out, claws immediately extended, managing to scratch Beasts shirt before-

Beast grabs him by the front of his shirt, lifting him from the ground.  There’s a dangerous glint in his eyes, a rage. It’s now that Logan remembers how much larger and stronger this man is. 

“Boy-”

A dozen voices overlap.

He’s not a boy, but everyone insists on calling him one. They love it in the lab, like he’s to stupid to understand what they're doing to him. Like he can’t understand when they rip his teeth out for attacking an essential catch, or fighting the doctors when they cut off his fingers and carve out his joints ‘for research’.

The man in front of him flicks through forms, brown hair then black then blond, hand growing larger and smaller, clawed-

And all Logan knows

Is a feeling of dread.

So he runs.

Claws retracted, he blindly swipes his arms, hearing a grunt of surprise as he's dropped like a sack of potatoes, and he's running off at a sprint before he can think.

He hears speech, more shouting, but it doesn’t matter. He has to get out.

His ears ring as he runs towards the only thing he can locate: his room.

He slams into door frames, shoves past a few taller kids, and launches himself into the most protected part of his room: the corner between his bed and his bedside table.

It's not until he's huddled in between them that he realizes he forgot to close the door

Fuck.

He’s dry heaving, trying to prevent himself from vomiting when he realizes it is his shirt that's choking him. He rips it off, the fabric feeling just like the collar-

no no he promised he could behave- they promised- please- he was sorry-

and gasps through flashes of pain, pressing his hands against his neck to prove it’s not there anymore, they didn't like to punish animals, weapons like that here. 

“Logan?” Beast is standing in his open door

He wants to scream at him to go away, to leave, to get out of his room; this is the only place he’s safe. But all that comes out is a crackling whimper.

Hank sighs, and walks in. 

Logan hisses, looking very frightening in the corner of his room. His hair is falling into his face, eyes flicking around the room, but only locking onto Hank as he crosses the threshold of the door. There’s dried blood on his neck, on his hands, on his chest. He hurt himself trying to get away.

Hank pauses, and then kneels. He crawls the rest of the room until he’s in front of Logan, who’s biting his lip so hard it keeps bleeding enough to drip down his chin.

Beast reaches a hand out  slowly but steadily. He smells bloody. And nervous. But he doesn't smell mad. It doesn’t make sense.

Logan whines, eyes slamming shut as he feels his claws slowly pop out, trying to defend him despite his knowledge it would be useless. They scrape his neck, but he keeps his hands close to his ears.

Beast grabs his wrists firmly, and his blinks as he just

“C'mon son, you have to stop scratching, you’re just scaring yourself more” He guides his hands down. Once there in his lap, Hank scruffs him gently, one firm hand on his neck as the other one remains in Logan’s, thumb rubbing the edge of his claws.

It’s familiar. 

Another memory, a breath whispered along the shell of his ear. A feeling of comfort

"C'mon runt, breathe.”

Hank echoes it, calling him son and counting out how long he's supposed to hold and then release.

He breathes

Hank's hand guides his face into the crook of his shoulder and something about the security, the safety of his room, the calm response of the doctor… the warmth of someone else cradling him.

Logan breaks.

His calmed breaths abruptly turn to sobs, and when Hank attempts to gently dislodge him (to see what he did wrong) he’s surprised by Logan clinging to him, hands shakily fisted in hims shirt, face smooshed into his neck, hard enough that Hank can feel the tears on his shirt.

And he does what no one else has done for him in years…

He stays.

He tells comforting lies, tells Logan he won’t be punished for hurting him, says they're never gonna put the collar on him again, that he’s safe, not just in his room, but in the whole mansion.

Even as Logan shakes apart, Hank's hands and breath stay constant, a lighthouse to Logan's hurricane.

When he's done crying, he pulls away, staring at the ground. He pretends like his nose isn’t dripping, and sighs.

“…Sorry.”

“It's alright, child. You are new here, and I know it is difficult to believe, but you are welcome to lean on any of us if you require assistance and support.”

In some part of his brain, Logan is screaming at himself

Child is even more infantilizing than a boy…there's no way he's going to let him call that.

But…

He noticed. He’s the first person to have noticed. And He’s the only person who hasn’t been scared of Wolverine the entire time he’s been here. So.. Beast gets a pass.

Almost 2 months of mine to make this. I wanted to try produce an animated story by my self, but oh boy did it a shit ton of work.

Music from the game obviously. I separated vocals and instruments of some songs, but it's hard to have the result that I want (ㅠ﹏ㅠ)

Normally I don't post my longer video on here, but eh, it's short enough, so... ¯\_ (ᵕ—ᴗ—)_/¯

There’s still more to the story—I'll see if I can continue the project. Any feedback or help is welcome!

You can also watch my stuffs on my YouTube if you want to •ᴗ•

Hanahaki disease

I like lineart a lot so here you go

Some ramblings under the cut

I love gore but in a cute way like… yes HANAHAKI DISEASE!!!!! And since I was a child I kinda liked something bad happening to favourite characters like Bradley, because it’s like „Nooo, baby. I wanna see how are you getting out of that”. Also I like drawing bodily fluids :^)

I bet Bradly would be scared to death while Max is „Not again”. I wanted to draw them together, but idk Max looks ugly idk if I should continue drawing him.

POV: You’re Alastor and Vox makes another diss track revolving around you

🪰 They Grow Inside 🪰

cute object show fanart is over (not really), it's time to spook you all with some realistic tboi fanarts

Newcrest 10:00am

At the café

Zoe: how was your night?

Alana: shut up omg.. I hate you.

Zoe: I know for a fact you don’t hate me anyways what happened?

Alana: what do you mean?

Zoe: come on girl , this is the things you tell your best friend. 

Alana: I don’t feel very well

Zoe: your not getting out of this

Alana: I’m not joking, I think I going to be sic-

jofcreman​:

now, on the short walk to adam’s house ( two blocks, jo walked fast ) , she’d gone through almost every possible scenario, every way this conversation could possibly go. most of the time it had ended with either jo punching him in the face or adam angrily shutting the door, calling the cops, maybe. either way, she’d been angry in every scenario, ready to haul him over the coals, ready to end him for what he’d done to jack. however - this hadn’t happene in any of the scenarios. this being adam richards hauling ass into the kitchen emptying his guts into the rubbish.

jo had followed him into the house, only because she thought he might try and make a run for it. but quite obviously he… hadn’t. and her angry features softened, made way for a dumbfounded yet slightly concerned expression, she opened her mouth, stumbling over what to say. fuck. this had - this had not gone to plan, like, at all. this wasn’t how it was supposed to go! adam was supposed to confess and - “no!” she voiced her running thoughts, dropped her bag to the ground with an exasperated sigh, threw her hands in the air, stopped herself short of stomping her foot like a defiant child. “you’re not - ugh! you’re supposed to say how you did it and why and then - then i punch you for what you did and instead youre - ugh!” she groaned and did stomp her foot like a defiant child. “you’re not suppsoed to make me feel bad for you, asshole.”

but she did, and she felt guilt as hell, too, as she slid down next to him, brows drawn together in worry. jo sighed, a weary, heavy sound. “i don’t know, richards.”, she muttered after a moment, despite knowing it wasn’t a question asked for her to answer. she gave a little shrug, looked down at her hands. “i just - after what happened at the carnival, i don’t know what to believe anymore.” why was it always this fucking difficult? “can you just - can you tell me what you remember? about that night? promise i won’t hit you, i just - i’m just trying to figure out what happened. what really happened.”

It felt too terrifying to wrap his mind around fully. Adam knew he was capable of horrible things when he had blacked out - he’d tried to help with the fireworks, and though he hadn’t lit the match that killed five people, he had still helped. But to find out that he’d done that to his best friend? Jack? One of the kindest guys he knew, who had never done anything to Adam? It felt unthinkable. As he sat in the floor, head in his hands, he couldn’t stop the tears from falling as he tried his hardest to remember doing that. 

But nothing came

He couldn’t remember any of that last week - Adam couldn’t even remember how he’d been possessed. If it weren’t for the nightmarish flash of the memory of threatening Cole, Adam wouldn’t even have any inkling of what he’d done leading up to his death. That summer had been fun. Full of bonfires by the lake, working as a lifeguard, sneaking off with Cole and making plans on their escape to California. Adam remembered being happy before it had all gone black. He remembered sharing beers with Jack at a party, dancing to Summer of ‘69 in his kitchen to make Cole laugh, watching The Price is Right with Beth, taking Cindy to see The Goonies. And then everything went black and apparently, he’d killed Jack. 

He worried for a moment that he might be sick again before Jo followed him inside. “...I don’t know how I did it,” Adam told her weakly, looking up at her as she threw her bag down. “Or why. God, I have no fucking idea why.” He was horrifyingly, blissfully glad for a moment that he didn’t know. That he might never know. Because living with the memory of killing Jack sounded like absolute torture, and maybe this was kinder for him to not. But he didn’t really deserve kindness, did he? “...you can still punch me if you want,” Adam choked out, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand pathetically. 

Jo sat down, though she seemed like she was still disappointed with the lack of an answer on why Adam had suddenly gone insane and killed his best friend. “The night of the carnival?” He repeated, looking over at her as he took a deep breath to try to calm down a little bit. “I don’t... I remember getting there. Jack and I played some game for a bit, then there was the mayor’s speech and stuff. We got on the Tunnel of Love, and when we got off...it all just goes black,” He admitted, running a hand through his long hair. “I don’t remember anything else until I woke up and everyone was hurt. I didn’t even have a scratch on me. Nothing.” 

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Movies & Television Shows With Vomit Indiscretion Shots

I've been curating this list for a while & thought I'd share it with anyone who might be interested. I'm a longtime lurker who just wants to give back in some way to the creative emeto/sickfic/whump community that's brought me so much joy & acceptance. I'm not technically savvy, or I'd post the actual clips myself. I barely know how to navigate this site. Anyway, I hope someone enjoys these scenes as much as I have. I will update the list as I think of more. Feel free to reach out for timestamps of specific scenes.

TIMESTAMPS

The Haunting in Connecticut (first 5 minutes)

The Bates Motel (Season 1/Episode 1- 39:17 & Season 5/Episode 10- 34:40)

Contracted (1:16:15)

The Killing Floor (1:22:50)

The Kid Detective (1 hour in)

Lessons in Chemistry (Episode 1- 22:25-23:40)

Land of Mine (33:29-33:48 & 39:00-39:25)

Mr. Robot (Season 1/Episode 5- 22:43 & Season 2/Episode 3- 19:40)

The Art of Getting By (34:17)

Indignation (1:02:11-1:04:00 + nice build-up before it actually happens)

The Reader (3:17-4:00)

The Guilty (1:17:37)

The Riot Club (20:30, 1:00:16 & 1:22:15)

Burning Days/Kulak Günlar (about 40 minutes in & 1:09:36)

Poldark (Season 5/Episode 3- 30:05-30:50)

American Animals (31:10 & 1:25:00)

Gentlemen Broncos (1:02:18)

The Inbetweeners (Season 1/Episode 2- 17:44 & 18:22)

The Disappearance of Alice Creed (around 57 minutes in)

The Book Thief (42:32)

Thalé (first 5 minutes)

Ravenous (first 5 minutes)

Fandango (9:50)

21 Grams (1:09:20 & 1:49:29)

Monster’s Ball (30:20, 3:25 & 1:18:18 are audio only)

Let’s Kill Ward’s Wife (1:03:59)

Bad Influence (1:04:10)

The Scenic Route (41:12, 42:13, 42:22)

Fire With Fire (42:53 & 1:06:53)

Dead Bang (24:08 & 24:16)

Dead Bodies (2003) (about an hour in)

The Mule (47:52 & 1:23:22)

Rogue Trader (49:13, 1:12:22 & 1:15:15)

Miller’s Crossing (1:20:22)

The Coldest Game (53:07)

Shrooms (30:39 & 32:16)

Tales From the Crypt- Forever Ambergris (just before the 20-minute mark)

The Young Poisoner’s Handbook (15:00, 1:17:00, 1:22:00 & 1:32:00)

Rescue Dawn (1:20:00)

Aftermath (2017) (52:26)

Aftermath (2021) (around 1:10:00)

The Outlaws (21:30 & 22:28)

Crash Pad (22:00-audio only & brief visual 56:03)

The Crying Game (1:04:00)

The Resistance/Mukavemet (51:00 & 54:00, it's kind of hard to find, but this site has it m.ok.ru)

This Crazy Heart/Dieses Bescheuerte Herz (about 30 minutes in)

UPDATED 5/11/24

Becoming Elizabeth (Season 1/Episode 1- 20:12)

Savages (1:16:04)

Sex Education (Season 2/Episode 6- around 30 minutes in, Season 2/Episode 7- first 5 minutes)

50/50 (28:07)

The Killing (Season 1/Episode 5- 21:16, Season 4/Episode 3- 24:51)

Stambul Garden (50:27)

Rush (6:28, 23:27 & 1:32:40)

District 9 (30:03 & 36:16)

Drive Me Crazy (1:02:32 & 1:08:39)

Venom (39:45)

A Serbian Film (1:05:59)

Detour (17:40)

White Squall (33:57)

Narc (29:48)

True Detecive (Season 1/Episode 6- first 5 minutes)

The Overnight (34:50)

The Butterfly Effect (38:08)

First Light (6:46)

13 Minutes/Elser (28:25)

UPDATED 6/13/24

The Righteous Gemstones (Season 1/Episode 7- 18:45)

Mrs. Fletcher (Episode 3- around the 25 minute mark)

Dreamland (1:24:50)

Call Me By Your Name (1:49:26)

Palo Alto (15:14)

Limitless (2011) (51:02)

Patrick Melrose (Episode 1- 43:20)

Blitz (38:20)

The Painted Veil (1:50:32 & 1:51:46)

100 Code (Episode 8-43:01)

Kingpin (24:45)

Zola (55:46)

Outer Range (Season 1/Episode 8- 29:00)

Siblings (I can't find the entire movie, but the clip is on YouTube: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=mqylJmqYudQ)

Bravo Virtuoso (51:49, m.ok.ru is the only site I can find currently streaming it)

Next Time I'll Aim for the Heart (1:35:16)

The Inbetweeners (Season 3/Episode 4-23:18)

Gone (2007) (48:35)

A Place Beyond the Pines (29:21)

Filth (1:01:18)

Weeds (Season 6/Episode 7- 19:56 & 20:21)

Tangerine (17:59)

UPDATED 6/28/24

Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas (1:19:13)

Blue Ruin (1:06:53)

Calibre (32:44)

99 Homes (28:45)

I ❤️ Huckabees (1:27:13)

Hostel (43:10 & 1:03:49-1:04:04)

Friday Night Lights (Season 2/Episode 1- 25:55)

Moon (57:00 & 58:35)

Triangle of Sadness (1:05:11-1:22:09)

Mr. Jones (2019) (1:16:32)

Barry Lyndon (2:47:31)

Saving Private Ryan (5:24)

Mad Men (Season 1/Episode 7- 45:11 & Season 6/Episode 1- 53:29)

The Expanse (Season 2/Episode 2- 26:52)

Future Man (Season 1/Episode 10- 17:15)

Dead to Me (Season 3/Episode 1-16:03)

Last Looks (49:07)

UPDATED 7/2/24

Dinner in America (2:47)

The Passenger (2023) (1:14:48)

Cherry (2011) (25:06)

The Cleansing Hour (18:43)

Sorority Row (10:14 & 10:46)

My Best Friend's Girl (1:18:22)

The Boys (Season 3/Episode 3- 53:39, Season 3/Episode 5-3:04 & Season 4/Episode 1-3:51)

Search Party (Season 1/Episode 4- 18:59, Season 3/Episode 6- 8:33)

Jarhead (49:33, 57:56 & 1:27:15)

15 Things You Didn't Know About Bigfoot (48:37 & 48:54)

Love Comes to the Executioner (1:02:52)

UPDATED 8/12/24

Veronica Mars (Season 1/Episode 21- 21:15)

Californication (Season 1/Episode 2- 24:21)

Band of Robbers (23:26)

It's Kind of a Funny Story (19:31 & 1:13:22)

Falling Skies (Season 4/Episode 11- 23:45)

Ghosts of War (1:14:04)

Playing It Cool (1:15:12)

Industry (Season 1/Episode 1- 35:04)

Guillermo DeToro's Cabinet of Curiosities (Episode 5- 16:16)

The Cat & the Moon (1:27:29)

UPDATED 8/28/24

Ashes in the Snow (52:26)

The Absent One (1:46:12)

Catherine, Called Birdy (58:45)

Puppy Love (1:33:50)

The East (2020) (25:43)

Jack Goes Home (53:12)

UPDATED 9/1/2024

Peaky Blinders (Season 3/Episode 6-8:26 & Season 6/Episode 2- 2:31)

Kon Tiki (44:50)

Arthur the King (1:00:50)

Saltburn (2:01:36)

The Rider (11:21 & 1:03:06)

Summer of 85 (1:06:22)

The Lighthouse (1:25:44)

The Hitcher (16:40 & 29:49)

Upgrade (18:05 & 40:05)

Apollo 13 (40:30)

Breaking Bad (Season 2/Episode 10- 15:15)

No Country for Old Men (1:08:02)

House of Wax (1:28:42)

Y Tu Mama Tambien (1:34:58)

Soulmates (Season 1/Episode 5- 39:10, 39:53, 39:57, 40:02, 42:06 & 43:32)

UPDATED 3/28/25

FEMALE EDITION

Cuckoo (2024) (1:11:29)

Beast (2018) (1:10:48)

A Perfect High (32:31)

Never Goin' Back (34:39 & 1:14:52)

Nowhere (2023) (1:07:04)

Bit (34:25 & 1:13:34)

Line of Duty (50:04)

There's Something In The Barn (37:18)

True Spirit (2023) (1:18:44)

Jeepers Creepers Reborn (11:31)

The Duel (2016) (42:06)

Horse Girl (2020) (23:46)

Two Witches (15:02 & 1:06:28)

UPDATED 3/28/25

Mickey 17 (26:43, 27:07, 27:47, 57:05 & 57:21)

Novocaine (36:55)

Snack Shack (1:17:09)

Life (2015) (54:07)

Backdraft (29:41)

The Lost Brother/El otro hermano (3:34)

The Wilds (Season 2/Episode 5- 0:35 & Season 2/Episode 8- 31:39)

The Peripheral (Season 1/Episode 8- 28:12)

Based on a True Story (Season 1/Episode 2- 6:46)

1883 Season (Season 1/Episode 1- 15:25)

Another End (12:40)

The Order (2024) (1:43:28)

Industry (Season 1/Episode 1- 35:05 & Season 3/Episode 5- 14:19)

Please Don't Destroy: The Legend of Foggy Mountain (46:03)

Finestkind (6:33)

Abigail (2024) (1:28:42)

Big Nothing (32:29)

The Terminal List (Season 1/Episode 3- 44:59)

Ripley's Game (1:05:24)

UPDATED 3/29/25

It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia:

S1 E6- 19:37 (FEMALE)

S2 E9- 9:15

S5 E12-18:52

S6 E4- 15:10

S7 E1- 13:30-15:10

S7 E2- 10:08

S7 E5- 15:21

S8 E8- 5:05

S9 E7- 14:43

S13 E8- 10:50

S14 E6- 20:11

S15 E4- 17:23

S16 E5 9:54, 10:36

Horrible Bosses (43:30)

A Million Little Pieces (15:15)

Fury (16:51)

Spy Game (45:18)

Killing Them Softly (34:16, 34:23 & 34:57) War, Inc. (25:49)

13 Reasons Why (Season 1/Episode 3- 50:51)

Fargo (Season 3/Episode 3- 40:55)

The Outsiders (36:11)

No One Lives (27:35)

Art School Confidential (1:06:46)

UPDATED 4/13/25

Museo (1:47:28)

Sin City (1:43:17)

Hatchet (2006) (1:13:21 real vomit)

GOAT (1:03:20 & 1:03:26)

The Righteous Gemstones (Season 4/Episode 1- 7:42)

Maps to the Stars (20:08)

Infinity Pool (24:56)

CHIPS (1:05:38)

The Judge (43:40, 57:50 & 1:18:14)

Cherry (2021) (1:33:15-1:33:32 & 2:05:58)

Suburbia (1:06:08)

Parks & Recreation (Season 3/Episode 13- 20:13)

TIMESTAMPS COMING SOON

Beau is Afraid Take Shelter Rules of Attraction The Inbetweeners Movie Super Dark Times ER (Season 4/Episode 12) Shameless (Season 3/Episode 12) Young Guns (after they take peyote) To The Ends of the Earth Horatio Hornblower (The Even Chance) The Amityville Horror (2x) One Day (Episodes 5 & 14) Masters of the AIR (Episodes 1, 2, 5, 7 & 9) Brain Damage Here (2011) Workaholics (We Be Ballin'/Heist School/Meat Jerkin' Beef Boys/The Worst Generation/Fry Guys/The Most Dangerless Game/Termidate/Party Gawds) Clay Pigeons Holy Rollers Boardwalk Empire (Season 1 episode 11/Paris Green) The Serpent (true story & almost every episode has vomit) Tosh.0 (Season /Episode 20/Hurl-a-Whirl) Gabriel's Inferno Part One Bully Murder by Numbers The Sister's Brothers Silent Night (2023) The Night Before While We're Young Cheap Thrills Southpaw Fox Catcher Baby Reindeer Succession Shameless (Season 3/Episode 12) The Pledge I'm Still Here The World's End Crazy Heart Repo Man Super Troopers Chopper Another Round Heavy Metal Amateur We Were the Lucky Ones Hunters The Snapper Blades of Glory Carnage Harpoon