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kkshowtunes · 10 months
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google citing ao3 as a source is so unhinged
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disasterdandelion · 1 year
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First base is violence second base is convoluted codependence third base is applying pressure to the vulnerable parts of their body to keep their entrails from spilling out
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emberglowfox · 2 years
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fuck all cis people except for the guy who dmed me on instagram to ask about my new name and, upon me explaining the concept of transgenderism, said, “interesting strat. i like it.”
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megamindsupremacy · 1 year
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Rick Riordan has to chuck Annabeth and Percy into Tartarus the same day Nico came out of that bronze jar because can you IMAGINE how chaotic it could have been if Nico and Percy were on that boat together at the same time. Percy fondly reminiscing over how adorable Nico was at age ten while our favorite skrungly emo boy is sitting on the side looking like a pile of trash run over by a train. Nico violently suppressing the Gayness now that he’s stuck in close quarters with Percy. Annabeth wants to study him but he’s too scared of her to get within five feet at any time. Hazel trying to figure out why her brother is broken now but no he just has a constant internal monologue of Screaming because he forgot that Percy is annoying as fuck. Percy randomly brings up that time Nico betrayed him and trapped him in the Underworld and Nico’s like “fuck off I rescued you like two hours later it worked out fine” and everyone’s sitting there like 👁️👄👁️
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skltart · 6 months
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the holy man and his thief
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starheirxero · 3 months
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A redraw of this post I made a couple months after Bloodmoon had first died lol
Fun fact!! The flowers shown here—Lycoris Radiata, Higabana, Hurricane Lily, Spider Lily, etc etc—are associated with death, grief, painful memories, and sometimes reincarnation! They're my favorites <3
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aroaceleovaldez · 4 months
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Here is a link to the Cherokee Nation's official site. Here is the Visit Cherokee Nation youtube channel. Here is a playlist for learning Cherokee (and here's one for learning Ojibwe, as a bonus cause i'm biased). Here is a link to Daybreak Star Radio, which is a radio station based in Seattle dedicated to showcasing international first nations and indigenous music that you can listen to online. Here is a pdf of various recipes, including references to which tribes they originate from. Here is a link to The-aila-test's buy native tag, and here is a link to Beyond Buckskin's buy native list (though some of the links are broken). Here is a link to the Cherokee Phoenix newspaper's official site.
now go take a minute and come back once you've done some research so everybody can stop being weird about Piper.
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mothfinite · 2 months
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tbh theres been something bugging me with all the conversations regarding this communities lesbophobia and misogyny recently. im glad people are making posts about it of course, making blogs and posts uplifting and drawing attention to lesbian selfshippers especially those who mainly or exclusively ship with canonical women, its an important topic and should be talked about!!!!
but. in some cases it feels like nonbinary lesbians, especially those who consider themselves unaligned/dont identify as a woman/wlw, are kinda... ignored? and its. uncomfortable, in a way.
and this isnt just like a selfship problem obviously, its a widespread thing that often nonbinary people are by default assumed to be woman lite™️ ESPECIALLY when identifying as a lesbian. as a teenager i struggled so hard with my orientation because of these invisible guidlines. i was uncomfortable identifying as a lesbian because i was scared of how other people would percieve me, a (typically) agender person whos deeply uncomfortable being seen as a girl.
but it still hurts a bit to see posts about bringing attention to lesbian selfshippers be exclusively about wlw, glossing over the existence of nblw/unaligned/genderfuck lesbians. i think of my teenage self struggling with connecting with the lesbian community because even though i resonated with the lesbian label, it felt like i wasnt allowed, because im not a woman.
to nby lesbian selfshippers who dont identify as women/wlw: i see you. you are valid. your f/os love you. you are not alone. ❤️🧡🤍🩷💜
(pr0ship/c0mship dni)
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tricoufamily · 3 months
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pretty neat game
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viciousbutprecious · 4 months
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Silver the Hedgehog and SCP-096 out to get the Iblis Trigger.
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wrongfourtytwo · 1 year
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682: why does Larry call you babygirl
096: let’s talk about something else
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rodethecyclone · 3 days
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At long last, Conrad gets a bio!
Conrad is the co-host for the morning announcements at Saint Cassian’s (alongside @kingcho’s Enid Crossings) and the semi-host of a low-budget community radio station. His voice is literally inescapable, hence being designated the “loudest boy in town.” Despite his stereotypical “bully jock from an 80s teen movie” look and weird local celebrity status, Conrad is never mean on purpose, but he’s not exactly attuned to the feelings of others, and frequently runs his mouth and says the worst possible thing for a given situation. His concept is loosely inspired by a niche genre of campy 1950s and 60s novelty songs about lovable teens dying in horrendous car crashes. Practically joined at the hip with @kingcho’s finest loser, Enid Crossings. Bonus info: he has four brain cells on the best of days, seems to drive that terribly on purpose, he’s a massive ham, his sense of self crumbles without an “audience,” he has canonically violated the Geneva convention, and word around the school says that he and Enid are more than just friends.
(Psst! For more info, check out his Karnak-style intro spiel with stage directions below the cut. If you still need more, follow his tag here on my blog, or ask me directly if you want!)
“Conrad Curtis. Born August 5th. Leo…evidently. Favorite ride: the plate-breaking game.
Born into a long-running small-town-celebrity tradition, Conrad inherited a ‘poster boy’ spot on Uranium’s very own community radio station, 104.5. With a pair of enthusiastically supportive parents, a spot on what could charitably be called the Saint Cassian’s baseball team, and excessive peer adulation, Conrad has never known anything short of praise and smooth sailing…with the sole exception of the day he learned that he had only been raised Catholic so that he could eventually become ex-Catholic, as all his forefathers had been.”
[A random cardboard cutout of the Pope appears from behind part of a broken carnival game. CONRAD throws a fastball at it, knocking it down.]
“In perhaps his first introduction to a regular human with a regular life, he befriended Enid Crossings during their tenure in a school production of Bye Bye Birdie. Enid ran tech backstage. Conrad played…”
[CONRAD performs an abhorrent, Elvis-esque hip swivel.]
“…himself. Despite the fact that Enid had caused his father’s infertility due to grievous testicular trauma during Field Day games only a few years prior— don’t act that part out, please— the two quickly became inseparable, operating as the school’s morning announcers.
Hotshot. Golden boy. Voice of the North. Uranium’s radiant son.
Conrad Curtis. The loudest boy in town.”
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serenescribe · 6 months
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I'm happy that the reverse containment breach au was received well! So I figured why not give the people a taste of the original reverse CB? (or maybe to them its reverse reverse CB? lol) Subject Lilia cannot sleep due to horrible substitutions to his usual diet and so- in a fit of desperation one night- uses what little power he has to force whoever is on night watch to come to his enclosure. However... he won't believe who wanders in ;)
[✐] ficlet frenzy
When the door slides open, Lilia licks his lips, his trademark grin splitting his face. The remnants of his lingering powers had worked, just enough strength left to coax whichever poor soul was on the night shift to open the door and step inside. Now, all they have to do is come on over and allow Lilia to feed from them, granting him enough strength to break out of here and find his—
Lilia looks up, and immediately freezes.
“Little one,” he breathes, the nickname tumbling from his tongue at once.
Silver stands in the doorway, swaying slightly, one hand wrapped around the jamb. His eyes are glazed over, dulled under the thrall of Lilia’s influence. For what feels like an eternity, Lilia merely stares, his eyes blown wide, and it isn’t until Silver begins to stagger over that he snaps out of his stupor.
“Come, come,” he coaxes, and his dearest boy does. Silver stumbles over, drops to his knees — oh, how much taller he is! How long has it been since Lilia last saw his beloved child? Not since he was eleven cycles, not since that fateful day, and, at Lilia’s wave of a hand, Silver collapses into his lap. There, he lays limply, eyes fluttering the slightest bit as Lilia rakes his blunted nails through his hair — and Lilia cannot help the way his face contorts at the sight of platinum blond locks, the lingering bits of silver only evident in the tips of his son’s hair. Silver has not had his father’s blood in him for a long time — long enough that his natural roots have come in, and it only serves to make Lilia recoil at the knowledge that they have been separated for far too long.
Well, he thinks, as he raises his other hand to his mouth, baring his fangs. That will simply have to be fixed.
With his sharp teeth, Lilia slices a jagged cut right down his palm. Candy red blood oozes out, thick like honey, and Lilia wrinkles his nose at it. His blood has taken on a thicker viscosity, it seems; being deprived of his natural food sources will do that to him. Still, he cannot afford to be picky. As he presses his palm towards Silver, he urges him to drink — and Silver, obedient and compliant under Lilia’s shaky hold, obliges.
As Silver laps at the blood and it enters his system…
A shudder ripples right through Lilia, a dormant sense stirring awake.
It has been so long since he’s been able to sense this — their emotional bond, forged anew, Lilia able to sense every little bit of emotion that his dearest child feels. It settles within his chest like a second heart, their souls intertwined, and Lilia cannot help but preen at the sight of silver streaks running through blond hair, his natural colour returning to its rightful place.
And as for what Lilia is able to see, parsing through hazy memories and scattered emotions…
“Oh, little one,” he murmurs, leaning over Silver and pulling him closer, wrapping his arms around his dearest child — no longer young, but forever his. “What have they put you through? You should never have gone through such dismal suffering.”
He stops and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. “But you are here now,” Lilia says, a certainty entering his words. “And here you will stay.
“Your father shall not let them separate us again.”
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craykaycee · 1 month
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Unsettling DCA save me. Save me. Save me unsettling DCA.
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asylumdweller · 5 months
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summing up my dol charas, starting with my npc, Vincent the Office Worker
(NONCON WARNING,, this guy is kind of intentionally supposed to be very uncomfortable so ig. read with caution?)
• well.
• that is his name
• but before he had one @pip-n-chips suggested i call him mo lester so me and my server have collectively been doing it out of habit ever since then
• late 20s
• the idea came to me in a dream
• hes a bus molester. he takes advantage of doltown's authoritative Lack of Giving a Shit to molest and occasionally rape people on his bus to and from work.
• complete stuttery doormat of a guy with a lot of people aside from his victims
• horribly pathetic. not at all bad looking but probably a kylar situation where he doesnt usually get a taste of his own treatment bc of his Rancid Vibes. like they glare at him and he almost starts sobbing and suddenly the rapist is the one whos uncomfortable
• corporate slave but actually pretty okay with it
• comes off as gloomy but despite how anxiety ridden he is he's actually pretty content with his life. finds comfort in routines
• pretty boring outside of the whole molester thing ngl. like he takes care of houseplants and dabbles in cooking and the most exciting thing he does when he leaves his house is going to the new cafe down the street
• delusional. predisposed to forming a sort of parasocial attachment to whoever his favorite victim is
• this could escalate into. research. for going out of his way to seek them out and if hes enabled enough or things escalate to where he gets worse, eventually abducting them to his apartment to live out his lil domestic fantasies
• his type is mostly people who are shy, submissive or innocent to some degree, but not necessarily. really just anyone he can find cute in some way
• has the biggest, grossest praise kink. like straight up cooing in their ear that theyre such a good boy/girl while he violates them. get to Apartment Abduction Status and hes coddling and spoiling them
• i want him dead
couldnt find a picrew that captured his energy and i cant get him to look right when i draw him so heres this lovely very silly drawing that pippy has made of him and his fem counterpart lol
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here is aNOTHER lovely drawing of him by @ashersanity
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cheese-water · 1 year
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o7
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