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4 years ago
Day 20: Toto, I Have A Feeling We’re Not In Kansas Anymore || Lost

Day 20: Toto, I have a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore || Lost

I’m trying not to burn out with drawing whump, so I toned this one down a bit to just a bit of bleeding and scratches, and I gave Ashido a stick cuz every time I’m outside I feel the urge to wave a stick around XD


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7 months ago
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Nakahara Chuuya/Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakajima Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Dehumanization, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Nakajima Atsushi Needs a Hug (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nakahara Chuuya Needs a Hug (Bungou Stray Dogs), Nightmares, Childhood Trauma, Whumptober 2024 Summary:

The world was dark. So, so endlessly dark. Even on the days Atsushi was able to step outside, to feel the sun hitting his skin and to hear the laughter of the other children, it was all so dark and cold. The warmth of the sun felt distant, and the laughter grated against his ears, a symphony of sounds he could not make, a joy he could not know.

Atsushi relives his past during a nightmare, comfort is given, a lifelong question is answered.

Finally finished another whumptober prompt! This is my first time writing for ChuuAtsu so I hope yall like it!


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4 years ago
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Invader-in-trainings Purple and Zim were tasked with an assignment. It was supposed to be easy. But unfortunately, things didn't go according to plan.

And for the first time in his life, Purple had use for all the medical knowledge he had stored in his brainmeats.


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7 months ago
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“I love you, sweetheart,” Uncle Ben slurs through the blood bubbling around his lips. “You gotta- you gotta remember that, okay, Pete?”

Peter nods frantically, shoving harder against the wound. Pressure, right?


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