#sa warning

[theflowerrooms]

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Lingering Discomfort

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Summary; usually you and your boyfriend Eddie are all over eachother, but after an awful experience with a stranger, you can’t handle anyone’s hands on you

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Warnings: descriptions of sexual assault and lingering affects of it, light angst, Eddie’s so sweet and lovely

another request from the lovely @tracymbcm, thank you so much for requesting <3

It was yesterday, when you were at the bookstore, standing in between the fantasy and horror isles at the bookstore when someone tapped on your back, between your shoulder blades. It was a man, significantly older than you but not elderly by any means, he was incredibly average looking man, apart from the scary grin he wore on his face, and his beady eyes that stared at your chest rather than your face.

  "Don't see many pretty young girls listening to Metallica." He smirked at the band tee you wore and your heart raced with anxiety. You wondered if he could tell the shirt was too big for you, if he could tell it was a man's shirt- Eddie's. "What's your favourite song by them honey?" He asked and the petname made you feel sick.

"Um-" "Um!" He cut you off mocking you and you pouted, backing up, wiping your sweaty palms on the sides of your skirt.

  "I don't- I don't listen to them. My boyfriend, he loves 'em." You didn't talk more than that and you almost flinched at the very unsubtle way the corner of his lip rose in irritation.

  "That right? How old is he?" He asked, a step closer to you as you took one back. Your eyes watered as you realized any further back and you'd just be trapped against the bookcase.

  "He's twenty." You hoped he didn't see your lip tremble, you hoped he couldn't hear your heart beating so fast.

  "Twenty? See young guys- little boys like that don't know how to treat their girls." That's all that was said before the situation escalated and ended with you running out of the store crying. He didn't do anything more than grab your ass, but it was revolting.

  You took deep breaths before you pulled out of the parking lot. Your first instinct was to drive to Eddie's house, cry into his chest and complain about the creep in the bookstore. You could see him in your head, hugging you, rocking you as he kissed the crown of your head. You didn't understand why the thought of that made you uncomfortable, you just didn't want to be touched again. What you needed was a shower, and then bed.

✽-

  The next morning, Eddie picked you up as usual, he did every morning. Usually you loved it, getting to spend time with him before you started your day, and it got him to school on time, not wanting to make you late. Today you'd rather walk, every car ride Eddie would stroke your thigh, kiss you at every stop sign, squeeze in a quick make out session before you left the car.

  You avoided all that. Grabbing his freehand and holding it so it wouldn't venture to your legs, fake yawning and leaning your head against the window with your eyes closed, too tired to kiss. You left his van before he got the chance to try and make out with you.

  He did call you pretty, and cute in the span of three minutes, which brought a smile to your face, especially since you didn't feel pretty or cute, wearing a loose fitting t-shirt and grey sweatpants instead of the skirt and tighter top you normally would've worn, too uncomfortable to wear anything very revealing.

  He walked with you into the school, slightly behind you like he usually did and you distanced yourself just slightly, so his hand wouldn't find the small of your back.

  You chewed your lip as you turned around to face him. "'M gonna go talk to Robin before class." You smile softly, albeit anxiously at him, but he didn't read into it too much thankfully.

  "Alright baby, tell her I said hey." He grinned and you nodded, guilty you hadn't been giving him the same attention and intimacy you normally would. He leaned forward to kiss you and you turned your head, he was fine with just kissing your cheek. "You okay baby?" He asked, glassy brown eyes searching your own. You told him you were, and you both knew you were lying, but he didn't press it.

  You swallowed thickly as you turned from him, wiping the invisible kiss off of your face when you knew he couldn't see you, walking on shaky legs until you found Robin.

  "What the hell is wrong with you?" She asked, and you sighed, shrugging even though you knew. Her eyes burned into yours until you leaned against the lockers with a pout. Finally you told her what happened.

  She scoffed. "Men. So many of them are fucking creeps, I thank the gods every day for the fact that I swing the other way." She rolled her eyes with a grimace on her face that matched the one that was starting to grow on your own. "Was Eddie with you?" She asked and you shook your head. "That's- well maybe that's a good thing. He would've totally lost his shit." She laughed.

  That last sentence stuck with you. Why would Eddie be mad? It wasn't your fault. But then maybe it was, you could've moved away sooner, told him to stop, you could have just not interacted with him in the first place and moved on. And now Eddie would be mad at you.

✽-

  It stuck in your head until lunch. And when it was lunch, you felt anxious again. You felt so guilty, especially seeing Eddie smile so big the second he saw you. When you reached the hellfire table, you pulled your usual seat a few inches away from him, so you wouldn't be pressed flush against him like usual.

  You sat and he wrapped his arm around you like usual, so you leaned forward letting his arm rest on the back of your chair, that was fine.

  Things were okay for the next ten minutes. You got less anxious, joining in on the conversation, things seemed normal again, despite the lack of Eddie's tongue down your throat which was common for every other lunch period.

  Suddenly that normalcy ended. "You're too far baby." Eddie tsked, easily picking you up and putting you in his lap, arm over your lap and gripping the underside of your thigh, the same place that old man's hand was less than a day ago.

  You leaped up without thinking, heart racing, all the eyes of hellfire on you. "Stop! Stop- just don't- don't want you touching me." Your voice shook, and tears welled in your eyes when Eddie's smile fell completely. You mistook the concern on his face for anger and you bolted, you didn't go far, only to the library, you'd favourite place in Hawkin's High, save for Eddie's arms.

  You sat in the back on a soft chair, you weren't there long before Eddie found you. He kneeled in front of you, making himself look small as he peered up at your teary eyes. He placed his hand on the arm of the chair, not on your skin.

  "I talked to Robin baby, do y'wanna talk about what's bothering you?" His eyes didn't look angry like you thought they would, only sweet and inviting. His lips turned to match the pout on your face, he always did it and it made you giggle, you felt your lips twitch with the beginning of a smile. It was hard to stay upset around Eddie.

  "Are you mad?" You asked and his eyes immediately widened, curls swaying with his head as he shook it.

  "Of course not sweet girl, I could never be mad at you baby. Especially not for something that wasn't your fault." He assured you. Immediately the guilt in your chest floated away. "Do you wanna talk to me about it baby?" He tilted his head and you nodded.

  "Yesterday, at the bookstore there was this older guy." Your lip trembled. "He was askin' about my shirt 'n he called me pretty. Then he started asking about you when I told him I have a boyfriend. He said twenty year olds dunno how to please girls, and he- and he touched me." You brought your knees to your chest as the tears on your waterline started to drip over your cheeks.

  Eddie's jaw tensed. "Where did he touch you?" It was tearing him apart to not be able to hold you right now, wipe away your tears. But he understood there was a new boundary as a result of what happened, and he'd respect that, keep his hands to himself until he knew it was okay to touch you again.

  "He rubbed my leg- 'n he grabbed my butt." You whispered, he didn't look angry, upset yes, worried, absolutely, but he wasn't mad. "I told Robin about it 'n she said if you were there you would've lost your shit." You kept your voice down and he shook his head quickly again.

  "No- no baby, well, yes. But I wouldn't have been mad at you at all, just at that guy. It's not okay for him to go around touching girls, 'specially my girl. But that's not your fault baby, you didn't do anything wrong. I promise you did good, and I'm not mad at you at all." He promised and you sniffled.

  There was a beat of silence before you threw yourself from the chair onto your knees, burying your face in his chest. His arms immediately squeezed you close to him, brushing your tears away gently.

  "How about we skip the rest of our classes today, head to that bookstore, 'n I'll buy you whatever book you didn't get to buy yesterday. And if that guy's there, you point him out and he and I can have a little talk, I'll make sure he doesn't touch you, or anyone else like that again, hm?" His voice was soft, calm as he pet your hair and you nodded.

"I love you." "I love you"

  You didn't see that guy again when you went to the bookstore later on, Eddie's arm protectively hooked around you through each isle. He got you your book, and you even got to read the first couple of chapters to him in his arms that night.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #petalwrites #slight angst #hurt/comfort #sa warning #fluff #eddie x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst

[girlfrommars2008]

#girl interrupted #nostalgia #pastel #pink #poetry #female manipulator #dollette #girlblogging #morute #dollcore #tramacore #childhood trauma #sa warning #triggering stuff #religous trauma

[nico-di-genova]

Sad Gabriel Headcanons

Because weird shit was going down in Mercury’s house and it needs to be addressed

TW: discussions of SA and CSA

Has felt like an object, and not a person, for most of his life. This stems from Mercury’s treatment of him and the other boys. He’s seen as a errand boy a maid, something for Mercury to speak at but never to. He’s never been valued for his thoughts, only for his looks.

Decorates his apartment as chaotically as possible, with as many brightly colored things as he can find, as a direct contrast to how his room at Mercury’s was. She barely tolerated him keeping his book in his room, and she expected the room to be kept clean at all times. In every shot we see of it, it looks like something out of a catalog. It’s not a bedroom, it’s a glass case Gabriel was kept in.

He was kept isolated for much of his life, and was only allowed to leave Mercury’s house when he become old enough to do jobs for her. I doubt she let him talk to the other boys much, seen in the way he’s so nervous when the little boy in the house helps him unlock the door. Mercury probably worries if they talk to each other, they’ll be able to band together. It’s easier to keep them scared when they’re separate.

Has become hypersexualized as a result of the SA he faced from Mercury, and from other men. Mercury was way too touchy feely with Gabriel and Nathan for my liking, I think she should die immediately. I do think she probably SA’d Gabriel when he was younger, but was always sure to wipe his memory. So he doesn’t remember specifics, but subconsciously he senses it.

Seeks the validation of older men, because Mercury is his only basis for love. This is why he was with Clark. Clark who was 29, and who in one of the few scenes we get with him is openly commenting on Gabriel’s appearance and touching him in public. This ultimately ties back into him feeling like an object. Something to be treasured, but never to be listened to.

The blood witches at the bar are the closest he came to family before Nathan and Annalise. They helped him develop his own style and taught him how to be himself. They’re also the reason he hasn’t been checking in with Mercury. He’s never told them what she’s done to him, but they sensed something was off and did their best to give him a safe place.

Never initiates anything with Nathan, because he doesn’t want him to feel like he did growing up. This is why Nathan kisses him, why it’s Nathan who holds his hand first. Any contact they have is something Nathan has expressly initiated and Gabriel has followed.

The first time Nathan or Annalise ask him if he’s okay with doing something sexually, really and genuinely take his face in their hands and ask him, he cries. Because no one has ever stopped to ask him, and he’s so used to things simply being taken from him.

The first time Nathan expresses how impressed he is with Gabriel’s powers, he has to pause and process it for a minute, because no one has ever commented on his abilities genuinely before. Nathan notices this, and then goes out of his way to comment on anything other than Gabriel’s appearance from that point forward.

As much as he loves his parents, and wishes he could remember them, he’s also a little angry at them. He would never say it out loud, but he hates them a little bit for leaving him with Mercury. He blames them for what she’s done to him, which just makes him feel guilty and upset all over again.

Is constantly plagued with guilt that he couldn’t bring the little boy from episode 8 to wolfhagen with him. He thinks about him all the time, and worries about what Mercury might do to him for helping Gabriel.

#in case it wasn’t clear #I wish her nothing but pain and misery #I’m the top Mercury hater #gabriel boutin #tbsatdh headcanon #tbsatdh #the bastard son and the devil himself #csa warning #sa warning

[colorfuldream]

Watched a really nice video about Island of the Slaughtered and in order to free my mind from it, I'll rant about it and give some headcanons

TRIGGER WARNING for death, torture, ghosts/malevolent spirits, light SA mention/talk at the very end (it'll be in bold to be easier to notice! It starts after "Based on your thoughts about Heather, the text will take on new meanings yet work").

So, it's rare for writing to scare me. However, for some reason, this did give me a fright. Maybe the way the YouTuber read it, or perhaps the music and ambiance he added, is why I was hyper-vigilant while showering but the concept itself is terrifying when you think about it. 15 people died! You'd think that the kill count would stop, that they would survive for longer, but they don't. Even smart or athletic characters get caught... And for the dumbest reasons. Exactly like teenagers. They all make mistakes yet, somehow, this is barely their fault. They couldn't have planned it. They couldn't have known. The killer is almost omnipotent, it's like they can smell whenever there's an opportunity. They don't seize the simple moments of weakness (like how they didn't keep watch or, at least, only had one person which is exactly how Harold managed to sneak out and get killed), they wait until they can get that perfect chase or opportunity to torture the campers.

I feel like the sheer number of victims is what gets me. It's so easy to assume that they're all competent enough to survive a little longer. What makes it hit harder is that the last footage of those poor teens is the beginning of TTI up to Ezekiel's death. Imagine seeing the beginning of a horror movie composed of your loved ones and not knowing how it ended or, worse, learning that they were a victim, brutally killed, and you can't even have the body back. A whole month. That's how long it took for someone to go help them. Everyone knew. And no one did anything. Fucking Chris McLean ended up doing it. The same man who abandoned them, got them into this mess, and refused to say where the island was located.

Now, some headcanons before I overthink two of the deaths:

The canon serial killer and the one in this AU cohabit in the island. Maybe on good terms too. Our buddy with the hook and the chainsaw is just chilling, maybe helping out a little his mate, but enjoying the show. The chainsaw used for Heather might even be his! What a good pal.

The ghosts see each other as they were before their deaths. Be it that they're imagining it or that they can manifest a not-scary look. Owen and Geoff are forced to stay close but they really don't mind!

They don't really care for Chris's helpers. Sure, they were angry and disliked them, throughoutly tormenting them, but they weren't the target. They likely could have killed them, as the helpers probably accidentally broke some rules, but they were pawns to torment and scare Chris further. At some point, they begin to leave them alone as they realize that the helpers are their age... They're like them. Chris brought two more teenagers on an island with a serial killer, a monster who dismembered Ezekiel, with no experience and no actual weapons. Fuck, they're normal teens. What are they doing here?! This just angered the ghosts even more and cemented their desire to take revenge against Chris.

As long as Chris doesn't realize that he broke some rules, they let it go. Those are only here to scare him and make him squirm. To make him know that they're here at all times, watching, waiting for him to slip, loathing him.

While it's canon that the ghosts are fine with the survivors unless you've slighted them, they won't impose their rules and haunt you. They'll maybe taunt you and be here, reminding you that they died partly because of you, but they won't do much. For example, Trent will simply check in on Gwen. Her guilt is already enough and he doesn't have it in him to cause her more remorse. However, the sound of his voice as he sings into the night, kills her inside. He doesn't mean to but she's being eaten alive at not being able to get him out —even though she would have died with him if she stayed or manager to free him and they both know it. Noah, on the other hand, will glare at Duncan and make snippy remarks whenever he's trying to give out instructions. He'll question his choices and at every hint of annoyance, simply raise an eyebrow and in his classic tone say "really?" which guilts Duncan enough for his taste. He also chirps in when Duncan inevitably realizes that he was right about some of the directions, the bitter realization that they were both wrong and right about some things, that this was a misunderstanding and they were both too stubborn to work it out, that Noah could have survived if he hadn't been a jerk. All Noah had to say was "told you so" and Duncan would dig his nails into his palms at the cruelty he had displayed.

The reason why the ghosts didn't get the killer immediately is because they didn't know the limits to their powers and they were scared. Simple as that.

To add onto that, they used Chris as bait to make sure everyone else got out safe. They made Chris's death longer and more painful than anything they had gone through before immediately killing the murderer. That or they then tormented them until they died, either of natural causes or of fright.

Time for me to overthink two of the deaths!

My choice is Ezekiel and Heather. Ironically, they're the beginning and the end, both pictured as innocent and young.

Quick note for both of them but the ghosts may look like that because that was their last state as living. Yeah, I'm implying that they were dismembered alive.

Ezekiel:

I LOVE the writing for his discovery. It comes across as child-like, even when it comes to his corpse. You could say I love it to bits.

It's easy to forget that he was a sheltered kid after everything that happened in the canon. Here, he's portrayed as sweet and so, so much like a child. Someone who didn't deserve it.

He was an easy target. He might not even have noticed that anything was amiss until it was too late.

It would take time to find every part of his body. Did the crew search for him before setting off? I doubt it. They likely put things together quick and bailed, never finding his every piece.

A small detail that came up was that the hole Katie hid in might have been the one where his arm was. I like to think it was and she had to bite back her scream. The killer could have thought that they didn't need to search for her, she'd abandon her friend and get back to safety or if she didn't, she'd have screamed her head off at finding a rotting arm as she tried to hide.

His rule is the most interesting part to me. Chris will have to search for his body once but then he will simply have to run to them every time afterwards... And that's the last thing you want to do when there's a killer on the loose! It's also very, very fun for a video game. All the rules are! The art not being too scary either would make it very good. Anyhow!

If Chris needs to bring them back together, it's even more horrifying. Would he need to carry them with him in case Ezekiel wants to bother him? Do they go back to their original places and he needs to do everything every time?

Picture his voice. It isn't scary. Yet it would make it so much more eerie and unsettling. While true for every victim, his ghost doesn't even look scary. Again, it's child-like. And with everything else, it makes a wonderful picture.

Heather:

I love EVERYTHING about this one. The reference, the call backs to the canon... The writing!

I'll keep the latter for the end as it will tackle more sensitive content.

God, the way she's the last warning. Threatening. Vengeful. Exactly how she was in canon and how Chris perceived her.

The fact that she was found by the two most important people to her character! Iirc, Gwen found her head which is a shame since it's a reference to when Leshawna (sorry for the spelling guys) stuck her inside of the fridge.

The way she was grabbed by her ponytail! It's the way she wore her hair in latter seasons.

Off with her head for the queen bee. The stereotypical mean, popular girl.

Now for the writing: This was a straight-up call-out to her haters. I LOVE LOVE LOVE the way it directly calls Chris, and us, out. She was a kid. She was terrified, begging, small and alone as she was killed. It makes sure we get that. We know her as a mean girl but she was a girl. She didn't deserve it. The way her suffering was highlighted, showing that she was crying like a young kid, compared to the others' was well-written and hit harder than the rest. It can even imply that Heather pretended to be meaner than she was for the show. It's a valid theory for the canon, she was cunning and she knew it made her memorable. But that meant that Chris truly thought she was. Based on your thoughts about Heather, the text will take on new meanings yet work.

Last trigger warning for SA:

"She was pretty". Amazing. Perfect. That, by itself, tells me that the creator is a very good writer and knows how horror works.

Listen. Listen up well. The SA headcanon isn't bad. Is it gross? Yes. The entire AU is. SA is. However, we've grown desensitized to murder and gore. Not SA. It still feels horrible and outrageous. That's why it works and makes for good horror. BUT! The thing is not to overdo it. Not say too much, not use it too much. Especially not as a fetish.

Here, it's done perfectly. Yes, she's a minor. They all are and most got brutally murdered. So a creepy murderer isn't that bad.

The implications that he kept her head because he found her pretty are amazing. It makes her fate so much more tragic. It brings a new level of cruelty and disgusting to her death. We know that he doesn't have pure intentions. Just staring at her frozen head is horrible enough. We know the way he looks at her, how he sees her. It also raises the question why. Why her? Canonically, most of the girls are pretty. Lindsey, in particular, was the most beautiful. Was it because Heather cried and begged? Was it because he had disfigured the others before he could notice their looks? Is it because he found that "submitting her" made her better? (Which is incidentally a real thought process r*p*sts have. Some like to bring some people down a peg by doing those awful things, hating how they felt inferior because their poor victims didn't look at them or at the world "right".)

It's a real question and worry that this simple like brings. It brings a real, scary subject we aren't desensitized to just yet into this and enhances the horror. It doesn't say too much, it isn't insensitive. We won't ever know what the killer would/will do. We just know he's a vile piece of shit on every level.

It's also a huge contrast to how child-like Heather was described as and how it was hammered into our heads. It's said so simply, almost like another child would say. "Oh she's pretty". It isn't said in a gross way! That's very good writing. It keeps the same tone. It's almost eerie with how simple and factual it is.

That headcanon exists (and might be popular, I don't look at the fandom) because the line and implications are there. Horror should make you uncomfortable and that's what this does. Of course, personally, I wouldn't say the killer did anything. But, he might have planned to. He might have after the body was discovered. It wasn't like the campers had the time to bury their friends or would fathom that this monster thought Heather was pretty.

It all depends on the delivery and of course some edgelords will be insensitive and approach it terribly. I think the actual AU did it exactly how it should be done.

The entire Heather section was done as best as it could ever be.

#text #total drama island #island of the slaughtered #tdi #tdi au #sa warning #death warning #murder warning #torture warning #i don't know how to tag trigger warnings #i like italics a little too much

[a-is-healing]

Poems for Survivors

Hello survivors,

If you are a CSA or SA survivor, I want to write you a poem.

If you want this, send an ask. Either a few words you want me to use. Or your story. Or anything you want.

Poetry is a part of my CSA recovery and I would like to share this with other survivors.

I care about you and I am proud of you, and keep fighting.

Signed, A.

#poetry #trauma coping #trauma warning #recovery #coping #healing #writing #trauma #csa warning #sa warning #sa survivor #csa survivor #trauma survivor #violence survivor #poems for survivors

[uh-mozzaza]

Sexual Assault scene warning for today's Jojolands chapter

#the jojolands #stay safe #sa warning #jojo's bizarre adventure #jjba

[littlegalerion]

I don't care how you spin it, Halsin getting shackled and used as a literal sex slave for 3 years isn't anything but tragic and sick.

And it's not okay.

I'm not saying I want it taken out, it's important to his character. Honestly, I'd argue it's why he is hesitant to a committed relationship. Trauma from that sort of abuse usually ends up with that outcome.

But I'm seeing people try to excuse it and brush it off as "that's actually pretty funny/and or brave bro."

No, it's not. Abuse is abuse. Trauma is trauma.

I'm coming out of a fandom where people tried to normalize the "King of SA" god purely because they wanted bed him. They also tried to normalize a lich banging his thrall and make it "cute uwu".

There is a damn line, and some people really need to start acknowledging it.

#halsin #18+ only #18+ blog #sa warning

[psyaurorak]

Are those LO fans who ship Kronos and Hera ready to acknowledge the double standard of

‘LO Apollo is a scumbag, a monster, a r-pist’ = which he is

But they also don’t say the same thing for Kronos???

Kronos is a r-pist too tf is wrong with these people

Anyway, pls stop shipping Kronos and Hera, they aren’t meant to be romanticised 😭

No media literacy istg

#anti lore olympus #lo critical #lore olympus criticism #lore olympus critical #antiloreolympus #sa warning #rape mention

[rottencoreflesh101]

@saikomo made me a comfort fic of Tomioka in my au and tbh I cant thank him enough… sadly I won’t show it since it is very personal to me but it means the whole world to me, Im literally in tears, thank you so much man,,

#tw sa #sa warning #vent #SoundCloud

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

wow what a fun and kooky and interesting sci-fi horror movie about Bringing People Back Wrong and neon glowy zombie juice and a lot of queer subtext and some crazy little fella! I hope the third act is pleasant to watch and does not contain a viscerally uncomfortable and distressing scene

#i dont care if it was a visual pun! i dont care if the actors in commentary said they were comfortable! it was still so so bad! #mine #re animator #sa warning

[cypriathus]

Here are my versions of Samael and Azazel!

POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNING: There are mentions of genitalia, castration, and SA.

Aysuvozel is a strangely approachable and overconfident fallen seraph who playfully thrives on schadenfreude and has an irrational fear of enclosed places and being trapped. As a result of her persistent loneliness, she finds genuine comfort in her extrovertedness and talking to herself. She possesses great pride in her celestial intelligence, enticing people by telling them forbidden pieces of information. She has a ravenous appetite and an inclination towards fun-loving mischief and strategic warfare. She’s eager to use violence on those she views as pathetic, annoying, and/or hideous, showing no compassion and mercy. Aysuvozel has a natural appreciation for beauty and elegance, a wild imagination, and an odd sense of humour. 

She’s a rectangular mesomorph with an impressive height of 7’ 8” (233.68 cm), a chiselled musculature, well-endowed breasts, a micropenis, square chest, and sloping shoulders. Her ashy skin has silvery brown stretch marks on her upper arms, chest, and legs, and her wings are covered in a thin layer of red sand. She possesses shaggy and coarse honey blonde hair of mid-back length with slight curls and noticeable layers. She also possesses slightly curly pecto-infraclavicular and acuminate abdominal hair in the same honey blonde hue. She has six black-feathered wings of orange and gold flames; with two to cover her face, two to hide her feet, and two that are used to fly. After years of being imprisoned in darkness, Aysuvozel once royal fuchsia eyes became a glazed white, which are covered by an old gold cloth blindfold. Once she was cast out of heaven, she grew a flaxen horse tail, draconic feet, and the horns of a Taurotragus derbianus. She wears an amaranth purple brocade chalvar of stylised saffron and red orange cloud patterning and a long-sleeved diaphanous robe with a jazzberry jam-to-flush mahogany gradient. She dons a tiger skin sash, golden anklets, horseshoe barbell piercings of magenta chrome for both nipples, and a garland of brownish skulls.

As a seraph, Aysuvozel can force people to see the goodness of their soul, induce absolute horror and miracles, and surround herself with an aura that’ll burn anything. She has psychokinesis, telepathy, sancti-pyrokinesis, cosmic awareness, an indomitable will, and supreme observation. She can endure all temperatures and perform strenuous activities for centuries, and her natural senses are heightened significantly except for her eyesight. She’s capable of performing any offensive action with the output of an atomic bomb, causing severe damage to towns and small mountains. Her supernatural strength also allows her to move and lift cruise ships, airplanes, battleships, and massive bridges. Through the use of the golden ichor of angels, ruined battlefields, spilt gore, and cosmetic products, she can easily teleport across the multiverse. She possesses manipulative control over weapons, shields, armour, bloodshed, injustice, physical beauty, bodily desires, uncleanness, lightning, thunderstorms, gusts of winds, temperature fluctuations, and memories. She’s able to absorb the sins of sentient creatures, transform into a goat and a fire dragon, resurrect the undead, and enter the dreams of sleepers. Aysuvozel can breathe hellfire from her mouth, her voice can shatter glass and melt people’s eyes, and putrefy creatures capable of movement.

FAMILY: 

Unnamed destroying angel mother

Unnamed seraph father

Samuvozeli (twin brother)

Utsimoderva (nephew)

Kairszoben (nephew)

16 nieces

24 nephews

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Azazel

Angel of the Scapegoat, Uncleanness, Metallurgy, and Physical Beauty

Crafter of Bloodthirsty Instruments

His Sinister Arrogance

Goat of Sand

Treacherous Blacksmith

Sin-Eater

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

She’s aromantic and transgender

As an Æylphitus, her name means “strength of god or she-goat of going away”.

Despite having destroying angel blood, she doesn’t possess any abilities that are unique to them.

Her belly is literally a biological furnace of fire and hot wind

She’s in possession of a trishula intertwined with flaming carriage wheel

She was cast out of heaven because she taught humanity the art of crafting weapons for warfare and cosmetics to enhance their beauty.

Due to being trapped in a pit of red sand, her hands and feet are tied to a solid surface with unbreakable chains. In that pit, she’s placed upon jagged rocks and left alone in the dark, which led to her being eternally blind. Her place of imprisonment is commonly referred to as Dudael.

Samuvozeli is a fallen destroyer-seraph who has a lustfully hostile disposition towards females, easily becoming emotionally and physically detached to them. He’s deeply fascinated and strangely amused by the progression, wickedness, and creativity of humanity. He has a harsh, surly, and morbid air to his presence, making him less approachable and trustworthy. A sinister smile or a sly and foreboding smirk is often plastered on his face, but there are rare instances where he’s mirthless. He finds a twisted enjoyment in humiliation and inflicting harm on people who deserve it, while prioritising pleasure over other life values. He isn’t afraid to damage the reputation of others through false statements and accusations. He has a tendency towards risk-taking, impulsive and sexually instinctive behaviour, and little consideration for future consequences. He possesses a fascinating magnetic pull in regards to how attractive and tempting his charisma, confidence, and intelligence are. Samuvozeli has stunning observation skills, and he’s capable of treating people with tenderness, kindness, respect, and affection.

He’s an inverted triangular ectomorph with a decent height of 6’ 9” (205.74 cm), broad shoulders, an average musculature, prominent thighs, and a well-endowed, yet castrated penis. His snow-white skin has a pearlescent sheen and greyish-brown freckles on his face, chest, hands, and feet. Like all Lorvaztekiphus, there is a split from the back of where his tongue begins to the middle of his collarbone. He has a massive purplish-pink birthmark of blotchy shape on the right lower abdominopelvic quadrant. He has twelve massive blue jay wings, the head of a male human (left) and African lion (right), and his eyes are a stunning Tiffany blue with flecks of copper. In regards to Samuvozeli’s stunning eyes, the usually round pupils can change into a horizontal shape that reflects his current mood. His long and parted coppery brown hair of mid-back length has disconnected, yet smooth waves. He possesses circumareolo-infraclavicular and sagittal abdominal hair in the same natural hue. After his fall, his regular tongue is replaced by a dark blue serpent of green and orange veins, which breathes poisonous miasma and spits acid. He wears a polyester sirwal of teal blue from the hips and a tied coriander sash with tassels and six wasabi stripes near the ends. He also dons a necklace of decapitated heads, a girdle of human arms, and metallic orange-green anklets and armlets.

Due to being half-seraph, Samuvozeli can induce absolute horror in all intelligent creatures, and use prayers and hymns to heal injuries. He has an indomitable will, cosmic awareness, psychokinesis, telepathy, and a voice that induces positive or negative emotions, depending on his mood. As a result of his destroying angel blood, he can kill any being that exists and collapse a target into dust by destabilising them on a microscopic level. He’s also able to induce judgement that focuses on the sin(s) committed and banish low-ranking angels and demons, minor titans, humans, Ufrajozlens, and Azhelowins from Eylvhraszokjumni and Nifjazroghetus. He possesses heightened senses, an endurance to sexually transmitted diseases and all levels of discomfort, nearly identical strength to his twin sister, and supernatural stamina. He has manipulative control over destruction, the essence of death, sacred light, poison, venom, seduction, corruption, amorality, and concealment. He holds a vast amount of knowledge that pertains to the multiverse and history of all species. He can transform into serpents, camels, lions, and humans, and use beds, toxic spills, stillborn children, brothels, and deserts to teleport across the different universes. He’s capable of performing amazing feats of accuracy, coordination, finesse, and precision, and constructing an army from negative emotions. Samuvozeli can easily erase the memories and/or knowledge of living beings from history, a specific part of a timeline or existence itself. By doing so, he’s effectively leaving no trace of them, but does allow them to physically exist afterwards without recognition.

FAMILY: 

Unnamed destroying angel mother

Unnamed seraph father

Aysuvozel (twin sister)

Utsimoderva (son)

Kairszoben (son)

16 daughters

24 sons

ALIASES/NICKNAMES:

Samael

Angel of Licking Poison, Iniquity, and Seduction

He Who Was Chosen By Evil

Blindness of the Good Mistress

King of the Wicked

Lord of the Wall

Castrated One

Trickster Prince

FUN FACTS/EXTRA INFORMATION:

He’s heteroromantic demisexual

He’s an avatar of Jaldebonszuth

As an Æylphitus, his name means “venom of god”.

He’s the king of Concupiscence

He’s the main executioner of Eylvhraszokjumni and Nifjazroghetus

He’s in possession of a large scythe, having its blade covered in blue holy flames and a dozen amber-coloured eyes.

He wrestled with Jacoszubi until dawn

He was cast out of heaven because he raped Evaloghinus, the second wife of Admenozithus, and impregnated many human women.

After having many children, the divine council forcibly castrated him in order to prevent him from producing more offspring.

Despite being a fallen angel and crudely castrated, he’s still very loyal to Eylvhraszokjumni and Äylcephinozur.

He enjoys riding his serpent-headed, bat-winged Bactrian camel during cold and windy nights.

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[vreemd]

early childhood sa trauma is like. there's a filing box in your head and you don't know what's in there besides the two letter label. you don't remember details or you don't remember it at all but the box is there. like the crime scene outline is there but the body is gone. you know what it is but you don't know what it is in enough detail and that almost always discredits you even though this is an extremely common trauma response.

#sa warning #I don't want to tag this in more detail because I don't want freaks to find it. ok to revlog though if you relate #and if you relate I'm so sorry and I hope you can melt their face with a flamethrower forever in the afterlife for as long as you need #m

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

The more I think about it the more I’m forced to realize there was a lot of SA against minors in superhero comics

#sa mention #trigger warning sa #sa warning #the ones coming to mind are Billy with all the flirting and advances of adults when he’s marvel #the same with Mary Marvel #and unfortunately Freddy got brought into that group with the recent Shazam movie and his thousands year old girlfriend #terra rather famously #Kons entire early life #it sucks #these are kids and it keeps getting written #I know these are the more famous examples but still

[loudblonde]

Guys, I don't think telling my dad I've been raped is going well

#yolo #this happened in the past #rape warning #sa warning

[mpicollaannpoetry]

“Why me?”

he always ask me why him.

because he knows how poorly he’s been treating me I’m assuming,

but I just can’t let him go.

it’s always him.

I always go to him,

I only crave,

him.

I’m always waiting for him, staying faithful to him, loving on him.

so lately I’ve been asking myself the same thing.

why him?

why him when he doesn’t prioritize me, he’ll never date me, he’ll never see me for who I actually am & will always just see me as this broken girl that doesn’t value herself. the girl he first met. the girl from tinder.

I thought about it long and hard tonight.

I know why him,

now.

and I know it will probably sound dumb, but

he’s the first person who I’ve ever felt safe with during sex.

being sa, sex has always been hard for me.

that’s why I’ve only slept with 3 people in this lifetime.

the man I lost virginity too, gave me a baby I did not ask for, took my body on nights that I did not want to be taken, let me cry, let me beg. that’s all I ever knew, he was my first boyfriend. The first man I ever trusted with my body. He tainted love for me. He made me believe that what we had was love,

& that was hate.

until him.

that’s why it’s always him.

he feels safe, he’s always felt safe.

he’s always been gentle. I gave my body to him out of self hatred, and he made me realize I was worth something.

worth respect, worth gentleness.

& maybe I sound dumb

but that’s why it’s always him.

he’s my safe space.

he gives me sleep,

good good sleeps.

m.picolla ann

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[blingblingsparklesparkle]

I wanna

I wanna draw Carver with a Medusa tattoo

for funnsies

#carver bullet train #sa warning #? #maybe??? #bullet train #this is how i cope