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🎧 - Burst ear drums (as for the character: I'm Feeling Lucky)

Sorry about it being traditional art (I dont really have the time to get on the computer right now)

"I'm Feeling Lucky" with me tends to result in random bouts of nobodies from my mind. So unfortunately you are stuck with a nameless woman having her ears burst from explosions as she hides from a soldier, as opposed to a character you like.

The boy with the nukes

pLEAS E DONT CRASH YUOR CAR

TOO LATE

*2 seconds later*

My car:

rody plushie abuse (themed++joke) stimboard

DAY 07 of @cherhonor 's event! free day! yum! 🤤🤤🤤 dinner!!!

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This is very important, please do not ignore this.

Watch the video till the very end please (the end is when the explosion goes off.)

I live in Lebanon and the fiercest explosion went off in the midst of Beirut today, killing off an ungodly amount of human beings (more and more people are dying as I write this) and injuring up to 5000 people whose cases are immensely critical. Today,, at approximately 6 pm, hospitals were completely torn to shreds, people have been buried underneath fallen buildings, fires have been ignited almost everywhere, blood staining the streets in an excruciating manner, in addition to people that flew and fell to the sea due to the impact of the explosion. And it is certainly worth mentioning the millions upon millions' worth of damages what with buildings and cars and stores. Plenty of people are missing, it's an overall mess that is quite frankly very traumatizing.

What Lebanese people have been undergoing in recent times:

Lebanon has been going through a major economical decline that grows worse and worse by the day. The prices have heightened and the salaries remain the same, scarcely anyone has the capacity of affording basic needs anymore. There has been an unfolding revolution the past year, and the lebanese society has been protesting against the humiliation thrust upon our lives due to our miserable excuse for a government, and though the streets bled with thrashing, screaming citizens fighting for their utmost basic human rights, that caused mere to no change in the way things go around here, in fact, it only made it worse. We're being provided with, metaphorically, a droplet's worth of water and nearly no electricity, a pregnant woman has even passed away recently due to a heat stroke (as there were no means of cooling off)

What caused the setting off of this explosion?

The ignorance, heartlessness, and overall brutality of the government and the people in control.

A critical amount of chemicals (2700 tons of ammonium and other nitrates) were left inside a ship along the port of Beirut, and though the people in charge of this transaction were warned that heat and perspiration have the capability of destroying the whole of Lebanon in ode to a massive explosion, they refused to do anything about it and left the chemicals in there for years on end.

Up until, surprise surprise, the explosion went off and devestated Lebanon almost entirely.

I don't have much followers, and I know that this post isn't going to magically heal what is unfolding in this, priorly gorgeous, magnificent country, but I truly hope with all my heart that you find it within yours to spread awareness on this topic so that it would be more widespread,, so that Lebanon gets the aiding it deserves and the people from outer places slap the 'big bosses' awake, or at least pressure them into resigning, whatever it takes to make this place sufferable, tolerable, somewhere you can picture yourself residing in.

Lebanon is a place of infinite traditions, diversity, creativity, joy, and love. Most of the people here are open-hearted and wholesome. We all deserve far better.

My heart aches for the people that have passed away today, and I shall pray for the ones stuck in hellish suffering.

This is important.

Martyr

I'm strong on the surface, Not all the way through. I've never been perfect, But neither have you. - Leave Out All the Rest [Linkin Park] Febuwhump Day 13: "Hidden Injury" | Fandom: Overwatch (Pre-Fall) | Angela / Gabriel

AO3 | FF.net | Works

“Mercy, come in.” Angela blinked, glancing around. What—? She found herself draped uncomfortably over broken concrete and wood; it appeared she had landed on what remained of a wall or building - but why would she be in any such place? Right. She was in Germany, with a strike team. There had been an explosion that had taken them all unaware. Just like that, she was moving. There would be injured to tend to - both on her strike team and for any innocents caught in the crossfire of this terrorist attack. She felt the Valkyrie suit humming, warm against her skin; distantly, Angela knew that meant she was injured - but, since she couldn’t see any blood, Angela dismissed it as unimportant. “Mercy! Do you copy?” The voice called again, this time more worried. She was unsurprised at the worry; she was the medic and the Medical Director, after all. “I copy,” she replied, one hand lifting to her ear while the other gripped her staff firmly. Angela moved her hand, flipping a small switch on the halo that would engage her HUD. It sparked to life, allowing her to see through the hazy dust that floated around her. Without hesitation, she moved towards the first individual she could see. She found the man, blood pouring from a gash in his side, and pointed her staff. After a moment, Angela realized that the staff wasn’t operating properly - it must have been broken in the explosion. She set the staff aside with a disgusted sigh before kneeling in the ruins to manually care for him.

---

Though she had been home for nearly an hour, had been out of the rubble for longer, she still wore the Valkyrie suit breastplate. Angela’s wings and halo, more of a hindrance than anything within the carrier's tight quarters, had long since been stripped away. After that, there had been no time – and no reason – to remove the breastplate. After clearing the site of all injured, her team had rushed to their carrier - one of their own was severely injured, far worse than what Angela could repair manually in the field. She’d kept him alive on the carrier and had followed him all the way into the operating room to finish the job. About three-quarters of the way through the surgery, her Valkyrie suit had powered down; the wave of agony had caused her hands to momentarily pause, but before anyone could notice or comment, she had shoved it away. There would be time for that later, once her agent wasn’t bleeding out. Now, her agent was resting in a private room; she had left the operating room with murmured excuses of changing and making her reports. Then, Angela went to her office, not allowing a single sign of her pain to show on her face or in her stride. It was only once she was hidden away inside, door locked behind her, that Angela allowed herself to let down her protective walls. It was stupid; she knew that. All she had to do was say something to one of her staff and they would have helped her - but she loathed appearing weak, even after all these years. She knew there was no reason for it, knew no one would think poorly of her, and yet she had hidden herself away anyway. Angela stripped off the breastplate with shaking hands before setting it aside on her couch, not bothering to walk the additional ten feet to its normal stand. Her boots were kicked off, landing haphazardly on the surrounding floor. Then, she was contorting herself as she reached for the zipper on the catsuit; it hurt, making her gasp and bringing tears to her eyes, but she managed it. Panting, she stripped it off wearily before looking herself over. There were no lacerations or gashes, which she already knew. Instead, she found herself mottled with purple-black bruises; from what Angela could tell, it was worse on her back - but she had no mirror, so it was hard to compare the bruising on her front to what was on her back. Later, once the infirmary was - mostly - empty and no one else was around, she would sneak - as if she weren’t the Director or the one who had developed it, personally - a healing stream away to take care of herself. It would only be a few hours; she could manage a few bruises that long. Angela had just finished pulling a set of scrubs - she always had an extra set in her office, just in case - when the doorknob rattled. “Angela?” Her heart tripped; she hadn’t expected to see him today. He was supposed to be in Rome like he usually was. Angela briefly considered pretending she wasn’t in her office, that she was somewhere else in the building - but she already didn’t get to see him as often as she’d like. As she made her way back across the office, she shored up her walls to hide her pain. “Gabriel,” Angela greeted warmly as she opened the door. “I heard about the explosion,” he said, brushing against her as he made his way inside the office. “Are you alright?” Angela shut the door, hiding them away from prying eyes, before turning to look up at him. “Of course I am,” Angela assured him; a few bruises weren’t life-threatening, after all. She knew that he would disagree with her assessment - but he was rather biased when it came to her health. Angela was certain he would consider a paper cut to be too much injury for her; the mottled black spread across her back would definitely worry him, even if there was no reason for his concern. Gabriel closed the distance between them then, wrapping her in a warm embrace that normally was comforting but currently was agonizing. Angela forced herself to relax into him anyway, forced her arms not to tremble as they lifted to wrap around his waist - but he must have noticed something was amiss, because he pulled back to look down at her. “What’s wrong?” Angela shook her head, frowning slightly when the motion made her dizzy. “I am just sore, that’s all.” It wasn’t a lie; her body ached fiercely, but it was nothing to be concerned about - though the dizziness wasn’t the greatest of signs. “Angela,” he rumbled, clearly not believing her, “you’re hurt, aren’t you?” She worried her lip and glanced down with a resigned nod. “Let me see.” Angela hesitated; even with him - especially with him - she wanted to appear strong, capable. He already worried enough about her as it was. Sighing, Angela reached for the hem of her top. Her body rebelled, aching and angry, as she moved to pull it up for him to see the bruising. Gabriel clearly noticed the pain she was in, because before she’d even managed to get it halfway up, his hands were there and taking over for her. Then she was standing there, stripped to the waist aside from her bra, arms crossed and face downcast as he looked her over. “Angela,” he sighed, disappointment and worry coloring his voice; despite the pain, her shoulders hunched and she ducked her head. Angela hated that she had let him down again. He moved, stepping around her to look at her back; his sharp intake of breath confirmed that it was worse there than on her front. “This isn’t - Angela, this isn’t okay.” He wasn’t shouting at her, but the words echoed in her ears as if he had. She jumped, wincing, as he lightly touched her back; the touch disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, and then he was standing in front of her again. Angela didn’t need to look up to know that Gabriel was frowning down at her, worry in his eyes as he tried to figure out what to do with her, again. “I was going to take care of it in a few hours,” she murmured to the floor. “I didn’t want to worry you.” She hadn’t expected him to be here to worry about her. Angela could have easily hidden this from him over their communicators, and no one else would have gotten close enough to notice her discomfort. “I know,” Gabriel sighed. And he did know - she had practically bared her soul to him, after all. He knew her flaws and had seen all of her ugly, weak parts and still found her worthy of his attention. Even if she did make him worry like he was now. “Come on; let’s get you dressed, and we’ll take care of it.” She didn’t particularly want to do that - but Angela knew that he would just carry her to the infirmary if she refused. Instead, she allowed him to help her back into her shirt and followed him out of the office. In the hall, she forced herself to walk normally again - no one, except perhaps Gabriel, would notice there was anything amiss. Halfway to the infirmary, she paused, one hand grabbing at his bicep as she steadied herself. “Angela?” Gabriel’s voice echoed strangely in her ears again, and she closed herself as her vision swam. Angela took a deep breath and opened her eyes, releasing his arm. “Sorry. I am alright.” It was obvious to her that he was completely unconvinced, but he didn’t press the issue; instead, he kept pace next to her as they went to the infirmary. Once inside, he called Gloria - the only doctor whose name he knew beside Angela’s - as he bullied Angela onto one of the triage beds. “She’s hurt,” Gabriel explained to the redheaded doctor. “I’d appreciate it if you’d look her over.” Gloria nodded before shooing him away and pulling the curtains closed. Once Angela was stripped again, Gloria tsk’d. “You should have said something, doctor.” Gloria chided. “I will be right back with the healing stream, and then you will be as good as new.”

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It was almost thirty minutes later when she walked out of the infirmary, feeling a million times better. That it had taken so long meant that the damage had been worse than some bruising - which Gabriel had been quick to point out as they entered the elevator that would take them up to her rooms. “It was foolish, I know.” Angela agreed, though they both knew it wouldn’t change how she would act in the future. Her pain was secondary compared to everything else - to include her pride. If she wasn’t so worried about appearances, about being strong, she wouldn’t have left her wounds untended. “Reckless, you mean.” Gabriel corrected as they stepped out of the elevator. It wasn’t long before they were in her rooms and his arms were around her, holding her tightly as he pressed his face into her hair. “I wish you would take better care of yourself, cariño.” He murmured. “You’re not invincible, even if that suit of yours makes you feel that way.” Angela pressed herself against him, apologizing wordlessly because she couldn’t say the words aloud; apologizing for something she would continue to do in the future felt too much like a lie. “I will try to do better,” Angela said instead, which really meant nothing at all and they both knew it – but it was the best she could offer. She would continue to throw herself into harm's way, to ignore her wounds, because that was who she was and what she did. Angela was nothing if not reckless when it came to the safety and protection of their agents. He sighed, a big heaving motion that told her he was unhappy but resigned to the fact that there was nothing to be done about it; they had gone through this song and dance far too many times, after all. Instead, he pulled back to look down at her; in his eyes, she could see his worry and love - but no disappointment, for which she was grateful. The worry she could handle, but his disappointment was always crushing. Then, his hand was cupping her chin, tilting her head back as he captured her lips with his own - and then there was no need for words at all.

I'm trying out this prompt thing. I know, I know, I should be working on Forged - it'll be done [eventually] but my brain just doesn't want to write it.

mining but whump (especially pre-industrail safety guidelines)

black lung, silicosis, falling off the ladders, carbon monoxide poisoning, mayve whumpee's the bird they bring down, cave ins, electrocution, axphyxsiation, trapped under rubble, boss is working Whumpee until they die, dynamite accidents, amputation.

so many flavors

(A follow up to this) | (x)

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warning for explosion sounds/ringing/loud noises in general

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