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[mxnox]

ICE just *killed* another person in Minneapolis this morning. I’ve seen the videos of the actual event. He was executed. He was unarmed. He had been documenting. A group of five to six agents pinned him to the ground literally beating this man with their fists, feet, and pistols and then shot him more than a few times while he was on the ground.

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Day 63 of drawing Diluc everyday until I c6 him.

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[just-whump-and-suffering]

My Home Hero Ep 04

[sunnimals]

My hormones are suuuper out of wack and it's making me feel strange. So I'm getting a few shots and hopefully that will help, but it will make me sore and sleepy... I see the request in my inbox for the therian caregiver stim/moodboard!! I'm gathering up spoons to do it :]

[itsleelove]

Don't Touch Me (Takes place sometime after Don't Ask Questions//Masterlist)

CW: Head injury, gunshot wounds, passed out, attempting to refuse help

"If it ever happens that Ares gets hurt and I'm not around or able to give you the order, I want to make it clear that it is your job to treat any injuries he receives in the same way you would treat mine."

That was what Basil had said after the first time Ares got hurt around Apollo and Eros. It hadn't been bad— just a small scrape. Ares had sat sullen while Eros cleaned it.

This time was different. Ares came stumbling through the door, carrying a very pale Basil in his arms. There was blood everywhere. Streaking down Ares' face, gushing from what looked like a bullet wound in his shoulder— Basil didn't seem to be injured. Some of Ares blood was staining his clothes, but that appeared to be all.

Apollo and Eros rushed to him as he fumbled inside. He growled.

Apollo and Eros fell back a step, startled by the feral animosity in Ares' eyes.

"A-Ares..? What happened..?" Eros asked, timidly beginning to follow Ares into the library. Apollo followed close behind.

"Don't touch me."

A moment later, Basil was on the couch, passed out, but, after a thorough check by Apollo and Eros, completely unharmed.

Once they had confirmed that Basil was okay, they turned to Ares. "Ares, you need to tell us what happened." Eros said, more assertive now.

Ares didn't answer. He pushed past Apollo and Eros, starting to leave the library, but instead fell against the doorway, supporting himself with his shoulder against the frame and sliding down to his knees with a groan.

"Ares." Eros placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I said don't." Ares snapped, twisting away.

"Ares, you need help! Are you trying to tell us we should disobey Master's order because you don't feel like complying with what he wants?"

Ares eyed Apollo and Eros warily.

An unspoken understanding passed between the three of them and Eros unclipped the chain from his collar, handing it to Apollo.

"Apollo, please start assessing his injuries. I'll be back with first aid supplies."

Apollo got Ares to sit down on the floor and begin the story of what happened. It wasn't a long story.

"Some people don't appreciate Master's work. Some of those people attacked him tonight. I killed them."

"Okay, but... How? Did you get shot?" Apollo pointed to the bullet hole still seeping blood from Ares' shoulder. He didn't ask about Basil's work. He wasn't supposed to know and he didn't particularly want to know.

"Yeah, they had guns. They shot me twice. Once there." He pointed to the obvious one on his shoulder. "And another time there." He pointed to a gash on the back of his calf. "The second one isn't very bad."

Isn't very... it wasn't a shot straight into tissue, but it was still bleeding as well. It was definitely bad.

"They got a few good hits in too... It's... not as easy to fight when you're trying to protect someone other than yourself... I always struggled with that..."

"You've had to defend just yourself..? Not an owner?" Apollo struggled to think of a scenario where that would make sense. Who would he be defending himself against?

Ares shot him a hard glare. "I don't like questions."

"O-oh... right. Sorry... Erm... how did you hit your head?"

"One of them hit me with the butt of a pistol." Ares directed his eyes forward again.

"Does anything feel broken? Would you be able to tell?"

"Nothing's broken. I would know."

"Okay... So... Just the two gunshots and the head wound?"

"And probably a couple dozen bruises, but yes."

Eros came back with gauze and wound cleaning supplies. Together, Apollo and Eros stopped the bleeding and patched Aries up.

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The roar of disbelief and anger that Daemon let out was loud and heartbreaking. It was the second sign that something had happened to you. Daemon wouldn’t have sounded so sad for anyone else on the battlefield. The first sign was the sharp pain that hit your leg. It was Daemon’s yell that had you dropping to the ground, finally registering the wound. You hadn’t thought much of the pain at first but that yell..

The arrow was still sticking out of your leg and you didn’t have the time or the supplies to remove it. Instead, you painfully made your way to your feet and started to move your way from the fighting. You knew that Daemon wouldn’t stop until he reached your side unless he knew you were safe. However, he was needed on the field — he was one of, if not the best, warrior in the realm. They wouldn’t be able to finish taking the Stepstones and kill the Crabfeeder without him.

Finally back at the boats, you collapsed on the sand. Your leg was on fire but you were in one of the safest places on the island. If you weren’t safe here, that meant nearly everyone else was dead and then it didn’t matter where you were.

Lying prone on the ground, you watched as the sky’s colors began to swirl together. The clouds today looked gorgeous but that could just be because they reminded you so much of Daemon’s hair. They were sooooo pretty…

Time had had lost all meaning for you when Daemon appeared above you. You couldn’t hear what he was saying but you liked looking at his lips as they moved. They were so pretty too. Just like his hair. So pretty.

Something was shaking you a lot, sending the ringing in your head clamoring. It was distracting and it really hurt. You wished they’d stop. You tried to tell them that but you couldn’t get your tongue to move. Or was it your lippsss…

When you next opened your eyes, you quickly shut them again. The headache was gods near deliberating and the rocking of the sip wasn’t helping. You were pretty sure the only reason you didn’t barf was because there was nothing in your stomach to come up.

“It’s ok, issa jorrāelagon. It’s all gonna be ok. You’re gonna be ok,” Daemon kept uttering such words as he bent over you. He placed a small kiss on your forehead then buried his head in your shoulder, his hand a vice around yours.

Painfully, you turned your head to bump your chin into the top of his head, breathing in the scent of battle that still lingered on him. “…it’s over?”

“Of course it fucking is. He was the one who fucking shot you. The fucking cunt wasn’t gonna live after that,” he sounded offended that you doubted him but he still didn’t raise his head or relax his hand.

“Good. Back home then?” You carefully started to flex everything, trying to see if anything but your leg and your head hurt. There was nothing but the general ache that you now associated with the aftermath of battle. Good.

“Driftmark. I don’t want to chance moving you further than I have too and Corlys offered you a spot. He saw it happen and he’s pretty sure that Laenor was the actual target. He sends his thanks and his fastest ship,” Daemon finally sat up, carefully swatting you. “Stop moving you brat and just ask me. The only injury you have is the arrow wound in your leg and probably a headache from blood loss.”

“Definitely a headache,” you shifted your hands around, twining your fingers through his.

“Want something to drink?” He had already started to stretch out to grip the pitcher behind him.

“Only if you lay with me. I don’t want to be alone,” sitting up, you took a sip of whatever was in the cup Daemon held for you.

“Of course. For as long as you’d like,” Daemon moved you about to make room for his broad figure.

“…not too long. You reek,” you started to giggle helplessly, Daemon starting to wiggle his fingers against your side.

“Say that again, I dare you,” he growled the playful threat against the skin of your throat, scraping his teeth down the curve of it.

“I wish, my dragon. But probably not the best idea when we’re still covered in blood and guts with my leg having a new hole through it,” Daemon finally settled back, carefully pulling you tight against his side.

“Something to look forward to then.”

“Promises, promises.”

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[blushthefemgirl]

i did my estrogin shot :)

wait leme make something

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