Les presento las fichas de datos cortos e importantes de los chicos.
Mugman es el personaje principal.
Al principio pensaba en dejar a Boris cómo el único antagonista, pero esa idea fue desechada, ahora cuphead y bendy también serán antagonistas en la historia.
Con respecto a las edades, olvidé cambiar la edad de cuphead y bendy, este es el cambio:
Edad de BENDY: 28
Edad de CUPHEAD: 29
Nada más por mencionar, en un momento saldrá la traducción de las fichas.
Traducción (no tan buena):
I present to you the short and important data sheets for the boys.
Mugman is the main character.
At first I thought about leaving Boris as the only antagonist, but that idea was discarded, now Cuphead and Bendy will also be antagonists in the story.
Regarding the ages, I forgot to change Cuphead and Bendy's ages, here's the change:
Bendy's age: 28
Cuphead's age: 29
Nothing more to mention, the translation of the cards will be out shortly.
Summary: a self indulgent fic about Dennis helping you through a hard time
Tags: very angsty, talks of past sh and urges (no graphic descriptions or details or anything like that are present), sharp objects mentioned once, please do not read if these things are triggering for you (I have many other work that are fluff or nsfw)
a/n: If you are having thoughts of hurting yourself in any way please text or call 988, the national suicide hotline. Stay safe ❤︎.
You don’t want to think about it. But it’s not like you have a choice.
The words are just start piling up inside your mouth, so much so that it gets to the point that it hurts more then it does to actually say them.
Dennis is half watching something on TV, half falling asleep, when you finally decide to speak.
“Dennis.”
He turns his head to you immediately. “Yeah?”
You don’t look back. You’re staring into your lap, fists clutched as they lay on your thighs.
“I need to tell you something” you say. “And I need you not to freak out.”
That alone is enough to make his stomach drop.
He sits forward, all traces of sleep gone, voice gentle but alert. “Okay. I’m listening.”
You swallow
“I’ve been having thoughts” you say quietly.
He nods once. “Of what?”
You squeeze your eyes shut thigh, preparing yourself for what you’re going to say.
“Of hurting myself.”
The silence that follows is thick — not empty, just heavy.
Dennis doesn’t interrupt. You can tell he’s bracing himself.
You force yourself to keep going before you lose the confidence to do so.
“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want you to worry” you say. “But…they won’t go away.”
He keeps his voice steady, even though he’s freaking out. He knows that if he pushes too much you’ll pull away completely. “Okay” he says. “Uh, are-are you safe right now?”
“Yes” you respond quickly. “I haven’t done anything. But—” Your voice breaks. “I’m scared of what I might do.”
That cracks something in him.
He shifts closer slowly, like he’s approaching some skittish animal. “Can you tell me why?”
You take a shaky breath. “Because this isn’t new.”
“What do you mean?” he asks quietly.
You press your lips together, then finally say it.
“I’ve cut before.”
The words hang between you.
Dennis feels like the air’s been knocked out of his chest.
Before he can stop himself he’s already thinking about everything, how long ago? how bad? how did I not know?—which is followed by immediate guilt for thinking any sort of logistics rather then how you’re feeling.
“You…you’ve never told me that.”
“I know” you whisper. “I didn’t think I needed to because I thought I left it behind me...”
He forces himself to breathe. In through his nose, out through his mouth. The same way he does at work when everything is all too much.
“Okay” he says carefully. “Thank you for trusting me with that.” He’s almost clinical with it because he’s seen this kind of stuff before while working in the ED
You glance at him for a moment. His face is controlled, but behind his eyes there’s so much fear.
“I stopped years ago” you say quickly. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want that to think that’s who I was…And for a long time, it was over.”
“But now?” he asks gently.
“But now my brain keeps going back there” you say. “Not because I wanna hurt but it’s like-I…I dunno.”
His jaw tightens.
“I hate that i still think of it” you continue, words tumbling out faster now. “I hate that I start thinking about when to do it, times I’d be alone, about how to hide it from you.”
Dennis’s chest tightens painfully.
He doesn’t panic.
“Those thoughts scare you…” he says.
“Yeah” you say immediately. “They terrify me. I don’t want to go back there, Dennis. I don’t want things to get bad again.”
Your hands are shaking now. He notices. He hates that he notices that.
“I don’t trust myself alone” you admit, tears welling from your eyes. “I don’t trust that if the urge is big enough I’ll convince myself it’s okay to do just once. And then just once turns into a lot more…”
That’s when his composure almost cracks.
He feels panic surge, sharp, clinical, terrified by every worst‑case scenario he’s ever thought about . He’s doing his best to push those thoughts deep down
He reaches out slowly. “Can I hold you?”
You nod, and the his hands wrap around you, you start fully crying.
“I didn’t want to scare you” you sob. “I didn’t want you to think I was hiding something this whole time.”
Dennis squeezes your hands, his touch grounding. “You weren’t hiding to lie to me” he says. “You were scared. I get that.”
You shake your head. “I should’ve told you.”
“You’re telling me now.” he says. “That’s what matters.”
There’s a pause. Then, carefully “I need to ask you something, and i really want you to be honest with me.”
You nod.
“Have you done it recently?”
“No” you respond immediately. “I promise. But I’ve been close. I don’t like that.”
His chest feels like his ribs are tightening in on him. “Okay.”
He leans in until his forehead rests against yours. You can feel his shaky breath, a sign of how hard he’s trying to hold it together for you.
“Thank you for telling me before it got worse” he murmurs.
You whisper, tears still rolling down your“I don’t want to be that person again.”
“You’re not” he says firmly. “You’re just someone who’s struggling—and you asked for help.”
You pull back slightly. “You’re not mad?”
“No. I’m scared because I love you. There’s a difference.”
That finally breaks you. And for the next few minutes he’s wiping your tears and rubbing your back while you let everything out.
After a few minutes, when your breathing evens out, Dennis speaks again.
“Can we do something right now?” he asks.
“Okay.”
“Let’s make tonight safer” he says. “Just tonight, no big decisions or anything. No shame.”
You nod with a quiet “Okay.”
He keeps it simple.
“No sharps out” he says. “We put them away. together. Not because I don’t trust you, just ’cause your minds being weird.”
You both move through the apartment. He walks you through what he’s doing, making sure you’re included, making sure the control is in your hands.
When you’re back on the couch, tired and completely drained, he sits close with his arm around you.
“If the urges get bad tonight, tell me. You don’t get to sit with them alone.”
Your voice trembles, tired and almost pained. “Even if you’re asleep?”
“Especially then” he whispers.
You lean into him fully, your head resting against his chest.
After a while, when the worst of the pain has passed, he speaks again, just as soft and careful as before.
“Tomorrow” he starts “we’re going to look into help. A therapist. Someone who knows how to help.”
Your body tense up slightly. “You’re not trying to hand me off...”
“No” he says firmly. “Of course not, I’d never do that” he frowns
“I just wanna you to have someone who actually knows this stuff and can really help. I’ll still be there, all the time. I just won’t be your only lifeline.”
You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
“Okay” you whisper.
He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “Tonight, were just gonna make sure your safe. Tomorrow, we talk about getting you support. And i won’t leave your side.”
The urges don’t disappear.
But they don’t hurt as much anymore, it doesn’t feel like you’re hiding something.
And for now—that’s enough to keep you safe.
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a/n: I’m pretty sure this is my first angsty post and while editing it I realized how sad it is, sorry guys (ᵕ•ᴗ•). But in all seriousness please stay safe and seek help if you’re struggling. I may not know you but you’re human too so I love you.
Others will say he is innocent, but her heart cannot accept it
˙𐙚⋆˙𖠋𖠋𖠋⋆˚ᡣ𐭩
A graphic to support the latest fic in this universe; I like to explore uncomfortable things, so I apologize in advance. Normally these plots about unwanted children in fanfiction are taken with a lot of empathy and understanding (and I like it) but I wanted to try something more raw 👉🏾👈🏾
Having said that, this thing is a demonstration of Jinora's emotions during the two-shot finale ^^
summary: you’ve been born into a rich controlling family, always having to stay on top and never cross the line. You tried to please your mother but never could be enough for your mother’s standards, your father was mostly at work and away at business trips so both of you hardly ever interacted with each other. That’s until you got into an argument about your new friend chris who was the polar opposite of you, what do you think will happen next?
warnings: ANGST, !parental abuse!, arguing (again ik), family issues, swearing, manipulation, controlling mother figure, !burning skin!, slight fighting, crying, !mentions of childhood trauma! And this contains sensitive topics for many (even me) so please I advice to read this with caution and knowingly what you’re consuming.
authors note: day 3 is behind us now, thank yall so much for all of the love on the past fics I seriously rlly appreciate it. Yall can drop some ideas for future days and fics outside of this in my inbox and I’ll be happy to write them, I don’t have my computer with me rn so I’ll make the gradient text when I’m at my computer again, hope y’all enjoy this one
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Escalated screams and yells fill the large space of the room, making my ears want to fall off as foul words continue to fall from my mother’s mouth. It’s not the first time my mother has yelled at me for the most stupidest bullshit ever known to mankind and this is one of them, somehow it never turned psychical between us which could be a shocker for some of the others considering how loud she is screaming and shouting that you would think she’d hit me by now or at least threaten to.
“You are bringing such shame to this family! It’s unacceptable!” She shouts, her face contoured with pure anger. I might as well see smoke coming out of her ears by now, rolling my eyes as I feel my own anger rise inside of me at how ridiculous she is being right now. “I bring shame? What about you sleeping around behind dad’s back, huh?” I argue back, not letting her bring me down and standing my ground. She gasps dramatically as if I insulted her whole bloodline, pressing her hand to her chest to make her seem more like a victim.
“Don’t you dare speak of that! This isn’t about my mistakes, it’s about yours!” She attempts to defend her name but fails miserably, thinking if she raises her voice higher than me she’ll have the high ground and take the upper hand in this argument. “You’re the one that’s hanging out with that street rat and even dare to invite him to this house!” My blood boils to high temperatures at her insult targeted towards Chris, well she isn’t very fond of him and his lifestyle or he of how she treats me from all of the stories I’ve previously told him.
Summarizing that thought, their hatred is mutual towards themselves. “Don’t bring him into this, he has nothing to do with this! It was one lower grade, mom!” I yell defensively, the level of my irritation rising with each second of just breathing in the tense air in the room. “That he caused by the influence he has on you! I just want the best for you, honey.” She tries to twist her tone into a softer one but I can feel the fakeness radiating off it the minute it comes past her lips, how pathetic.
“You aren’t convincing anyone with that fake tone, that’s for sure.” I state annoyingly as she attempts to move closer to me but when she sees me backing away she just gives up with trying to convince me into doing anything she wants with the same old method and decides on a newly invented one. “Fine, maybe I wont convince you at least but your father is pretty gullible and he’ll do anything I ask him to do. Even if i feed him a couple lies involving you and that little skank.”
I narrow my eyes at her, not believing her words at first until she shoots me a specific look which informs me she isn’t playing around, raising her eyebrow and slightly dipping her chin just always has her whole bitchy personality written all over her face in that moment. My face normally would drop in color but at this point I didn’t care, she brought Chris into this who has nothing to do with this and shouldn’t be assumed as the cause of my lower grade. It was one of the hardest exams this semester and even when I studied harder than ever and got the highest grade in my class, she still doesn’t appreciate my hard work.
My head decides its the perfect time to bring up the first time I got a lower grade, being only at the age as young as seven she was already pressuring me into being perfect and didn’t even allow me to have a normal childhood only filling me with more work and mental pressure I often was too tired to do anything the next morning after studying all night in hopes to attempt to please my mother but no matter what I did, she never fully appreciated it and always found something bad to point out.
Start of Flashback
I excitedly run into the living room with my test clutched in my head, my dress flowing in the slight breeze coming from the window. A proud smile spread on my face as I reach the living room where mommy resided in sitting on the couch, holding up my paper for her vision to see the teachers red mark saying ‘79/100’ in the corner of the paper. “Look mommy, my teacher said I got the highest grade in my class on the test!” I exclaim proudly, waiting for my applause but was met with silence. Tilting my head to the side to glance at my mommy confused on why she is quiet but she had only a disgusted and an unimpressed look shadowing her face.
She notices my confused expression and finally speaks, turning her head away from me and back at the tv “Honey, that’s not good enough for this family. Study harder next time.” She states without any sympathy in her voice as she goes back to her activity like nothing happened, my eyes slightly start to water. Why am I not good enough for mommy? Why isn’t mommy proud of me and saying nice words like my teacher was? My arms drop down to my sides with the paper still clutched in my small arms.
“What do you mean, mommy?” I ask curiously, my voice becoming slight wobbly as shaky breaths enter an exit past my lips. “My teacher said I did great and even gave me a lollipop!” I add, now my sadness being evident and that’s when mommy looked at me and sees me upset. “Oh baby, you know what I told you about eating too much sweets. And a 76 isn’t high enough for the reputation our family has.” She says in a reassuring voice, seeming as if she wanted the best for me and me being the gullible and innocent child, not realizing she’s manipulating me into doing whatever her heart desired and shaping me into a perfect little toy to play in her game.
“I just want the best for you honey and you know that, I would never do anything to hurt you, ever.” She calmly assured in a soft tone, she walks over to me and wipes my tear-stained cheek with her thumb and looks at me with fake sympathy mixed with fake remorse. “Now go to your room and study for the next test, mommy has to go attend to some things, okay?” I nod my head yes and ran off into my room, the paper flying out of my hand and landing in the floor. My body immediately jumping onto my bed and bury my face into the nearby pillow as I clutch my favorite stuffed animal to my chest…
End of Flashback
I remember crying the rest of the night and thought it was normal and everyone’s mother was pressuring them into being better than every other kid and always perfect to upkeep the family’s ‘perfect’ reputation. Now that I’ve grown up and caught onto my mother’s manipulative acts, letting me have the upper hand in some regards. “You’re pure goddamn evil, I can’t believe you’re trying to scare me with dad out of all people.” I huff, feeling my body become more tense by the second before adding. “Better than one of the guys you cheated on dad with.” After the words leave my mouth, she immediately darts towards me and gets impossibly closer to my face. Glaring at me as if she wanted to strangle the shit out of me.
“I said, don’t you dare bring that into this situation, young lady!” She warns, her voice completely shifting from fake sympathy to rage and evilness. One of her hands raises and she sticks out her finger, getting it in my face as if to try and scare me further but I only laugh in her face. “One more word out of your mouth and I make one call to your father, singing like a bird to him about all of the things you’ve said to your own mother.” She wipes imaginary tears off from under her eyes, pretending to be upset and hurt as if she’s the victim here. “You’re such an ungrateful brat, I’m surprised we haven’t kicked you out the house yet. You always disappoint us and bring total shame to the family.”
An evil laugh rumbles in her throat, I don’t see her as a loving mother I thought I had. No, I see her as the worst and most controlling mother ever known to mankind and I feel ashamed being in the proximity of her and letting her walk all over me like a doormat. She takes a few steps back and finally puts some distance between our bodies, I sharply inhale the tense air surrounding us as the following words fall from her mouth that I was just waiting for her to speak.
“I regret you were even born, more with every passing minute. Me and your father never wanted a girl, but a boy and at one point were debating to put you in an orphanage or give you away, another decision I regret making.”
Before my mother could say another word, I deliver a slap across her face and throw the words out of her mouth. She looks up at me, completely livid and fet up with this little cat fight between us. “That’s it, you’re getting punished hardly this time.” She angrily exclaims and roughly grasps my arm, dragging me into the kitchen by pure mad force. I try to escape her vice grip but it only makes it tighter, the feeling of pain and a bruise coming in spreads across my whole body as I see her walking towards the stove.
I start to get more desperate to escape, almost beginning to scream for her to stop and don’t do what I know she’s about to do. She did it before when I talked back to her ever and looks like today her strings popped too much, we get to the stove and she ticks it on, the flame blooming to life as she forces my arm above it. “Please, mom dont do this…” I weakly plead as the burning sensation starts to hit my skin, spreading across my whole arm. I cry out in pain and pleads for her to stop, quiet curses falling from my lips as she only glances at me sternly. Tears prick my eyes and burn down my cheeks, she continues to hold my arm over the flames and brings it closer.
My body starts squiring around, my pleads getting more and more desperate as more tears fall from my eyes. “Stop! Please, mom I’m begging you stop!” Shaky breaths fill the air and accompany the growing cries and pleads to my mother. “Stop moving around, you brat! Are you going to still be disobedient towards me now?” She asks mockingly as I think she’s going to burn my skin off, someone pushes her off me and I immediately fall to the ground in pure agony. The uncontrollable cries continuing to fall from my mouth, my eyes landing on the severe burn mark left behind on my arm, my eyes start to burn themselves from the amount of tears filling them at once
“What in the actual fuck is happening here?” I hear a familiar voice yell out as I don’t think about who it could be until they kneel down next to me and I realize it’s Chris, I forgot I invited him over today. I can’t believe he’s seeing me in this state right now, he glances at my arm and immediately grasps it gently into his hands. “Jesus Christ, we need to get you some serious help, cmon we gotta go to the hospital.” He calls out and helps me get up and stand on my feet, rushing me out of the house and looking around for something to quickly get me where I severely need to be right now. “You got a private driver here somewhere?” He questions and I nod negatively, there aren’t any available unless you ask for one beforehand.
‘Fuck, umm- okay then let’s just take.. your car!” He exclaims nervously, pointing towards one of the cars in the driveway. Quickly running over to it and rushing me inside of it, getting into the drivers seat and trying to start the car. When he finally gets a hang of the functioning of the car he quickly presses down on the gas and speeds out of the driveway and towards the hospital…
BLACK FJORD - An original world by @crowtheorie (Official first guide)
Originally made to be a return so I could write about Grimmel The Grisly (How To Train Your Dragon) as a queen of a whole kingdom but doing really good at being queen so the Dragon Riders can't overthrow him unless they want a revolt (Kingdom [5000+ Population] V.S Berk [<1000 Population]), repurposed to be something new.
more under the cut <3
Here it is! Read the words jnside the pictures too :3 sorry if mt handwriting isnt that neat
Royal Family Rules: Ruler born into bloodline can be replaced if infertile. Must remarry if fertile to fertile noble. Must have MINIMUM two heirs (1 boy, 1 girl) surviving until adulthood. Oldest does NOT mean throneright. Heir is chosen, other leads military.
Royal Military: Always situated by entrance/weakest wall points. Moves inside walls occasionally.
war between Blue n Red, Teal n Pink, Teal n Green, Blue n Teal, Orange n Red, Yellow n Blue. (Note: "War", Term used loosely. [Disagreements, threats, no bloodshed] "Cold War" style. Almost?
Regular/High Rank Nobility working "together as one power, equally divided & made to keep each other from going mad w/ power"
Territory divided in order of most important. Entrance to previous circle is always bottom of canvas unless stated otherwise.
Next circle in is safer (Ref: "Attack On Titan", 2013 anime English Dub, [Walls Maria, Rose, Sina]?). Also, the "circles" thing dictates your rank, inspired by Wings of Fire Icewings
Red, Orange, Purple, Blue are sacrificed. Pink, Teal are defenders, Occasionally make residence in Yellow, Green. Outer Yellow, Green first defenders. Inner Yellow, Green carry lessers, not commons.
No notes.
State of Circles get worse farther from center. Fourth Circle carries beauty (flowers, plants).
CMP: Must move through visible land (in the land between the walls, not inside the walls). Unaware of the paths inside the walls.
No further notes.
Commons: People with no powerful status gained or useful within outermost wall of Black Fjord. No political say. Creates majority of the royal military. Has not made rebellion in [>736] years (roughly 2-3 generations [royalty]).
Rebels of Commons are slaughtered. Leaders of rebellions are publicly executed.
