#tw voilence

[espighty]

I wanted to draw Sozo, and I was gonna draw him happy but then I drew him kinda out of it instead, and then I thought about the paranoia and I gave him a weapon, and then it spiraled into remembering he eats people

Pinning that poor fungus to the wall yaoi style :|

#rare Sozo without backpack spotted! call the wildlife ranger this is big news! #lamb walking in like “Excuse me Sozo but is this your- GOOD LORD MAN’’ #ivy’s scribblings #cult of the lamb #cotl #cult of the lamb Sozo #tw voilence #it’s in that weird space where I think it probably needs a warning tag but it’s not bad enough to warrant a community label.

[the-moon-in-the-gutter]

Omega: *brooding and upset over how an argument between him and a Sibling went*

Ifrit: I can make their blood boil and leak from their eyes

Zephyr: I could make them suffocate if you'd prefer that avenue

Mist: Oooo wait, I could drown them at the beach if you want less mess

Omega: *raises his head from his hands* No?!?! What the fuck is wrong with you guys?

Delta: *leans into the room after ovehearing* I could make him hallucinate to the point where he solves the issue himself

Omega: *rising from the couch* I'm putting in a damn request to get a new therapist in here for you children

#the band ghost #omega ghoul #ifrit ghoul #zephyr ghoul #mist ghoulette #delta ghoul #tw blood #tw voilence #just the baby ghouls offering their services to a more ancient brooding creature who treats his magic with reverence #(and then there's delta who doesnt give a damn and uses his magic for whatever cause he wants)

[3mutantsinatrenchcoat]

JUICY JURY FREEDOM part 1 below cut

Tw for blood, hallucinations, gore, eye strain and violence as always

Tormented time and time again Three simply just wants to go home, it's been... he doesn't know how long, but he desperately misses his siblings, the gladiators, anyone who would simply hold him gently instead of toss him around as a ragdoll.

Part 1, next

And sometimes his past comes to haunt him...he is, in fact...almost 60 years old.

That's a lot of time for traitorous acts.

#three draws #rise au #rottmnt #juicy jury lore #juicy jury #rottmnt oc #rottmnt kraang #tw kraang #tw voilence #tw hallucinations #tw gore #tw blood #tw bones #tw organs #tw eye strain

[just-michael799]

Silnito Got a Friend :D (GONE WRONG-)

(I Tried To Draw @krislgfox 's cursed kinito file, Got Lazy XP)

!!CW: Fake Blood & Fake Violence!!

#kinito pet #kinitopet #kinitopet oc #cursed kinito's file #silly gabby sea cucumber horse #s!gabby sea cucumber horse #tw blood #tw voilence #:3 #sillies #art #artists on tumblr #illustration #mimo's art

[willowedhepatica]

WIP... Wednesday

Got tagged by @the-darkness-does-not-bargain so here's a snippet of a the last of us au that's probably never going to see the light of day. Thank you again, and I'll tag @desognthinking, @analogoose and @littledata if you guys are interested 😄

CW for blood and voilence!

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The chains around her wrists strained as she leaned forward. Ava wished she could rip them apart. She had tried. “Why not just get it over with? I'm going to turn anyway.”

The woman's smile slipped and she let out a sigh, like a disappointed mother reprimanding a child. “We're not going to kill you, Angel. But I have some men that would like to have a chat with you about those who died today." Her mask had slipped entirely now, perhaps she thought it was no use keeping it up when Ava could see right through it. "I suggest you drop the attitude. I promise you that will make the experience much more pleasant."

There it is.

They blamed her for their death. Which frankly, didn't surprise her at all.

Ava leaned back, seeing no use in arguing. "Like your faction hasn't killed thousands." She was tired of not being able to fight. Frustrated because she felt like an animal trapped in a cage.

The woman only ignored her and Ava watched as she walked out of the room and called two guards over. She gestured over to her and Ava made eye contact with one of them, a man with long tangled beard and unkempt hair she reckoned he had been cutting with his own dull knife. It was this glint in his eyes, one she'd seen before. That was the look of someone who found pleasure in fighting. Found satisfaction in seeing his knuckles stained with blood.

Shit.

With a final nod they closed the door, leaving the woman behind.

As they approached he tapped the wooden club against the flat of his hand – like some sadistic villain type of shit. Ava couldn't help but snort at the image. “Really? Are you too scared to speak with me alone so you need your little buddy to help you–” A hit to the abdomen cut her off. Made her fold in on herself as she sucked in air through clenched teeth. Ava was no stranger to pain, the sting in her lungs were familiar and she had learnt to endure the feeling of her muscles constricting in on itself.

"Say that again." His voice was like gravel. In a way it got stuck in your shoe and you couldn't shake it off no matter how hard you tried. Fucking annoying. A twisted smile pulled at his lips. Ava knew he enjoyed how she gritted her teeth though the pain. How she clenched her hands into fists and dug her nails into her palm in an attempt to settle it somewhere else where it was more manageable.

Idiot.

She looked up at him only to smile wider. Camila would have thought it was entirely too cocky. She was probably right, but that wasn't new. "Unlike you I don't attack innocent people. I don't follow bullshit propaganda just to feel some ounce of control as if that would make this world fucking better–" This time the strike came right between her eyes. They welled up involuntarily, white spots quickly invading her vision. She could taste the copper in her mouth and soon, blood dripped down onto the floor. Ava groaned as she tried to fight away the overwhelming feeling of nausea.

Any sane person would stop talking at this point. They would give in to whatever these fuckers wanted from them. But Ava wasn't like any sane person and she flexed her hand, balling them into fists. The chain rattled by the motion, reminded her of its existence, that she was trapped and the only thing she could do was look up and smile at them again – like it was her only choice of weapon. "Come on, don't you want to get a little closer? Unless you're too afraid to be hit by a firefly." Her voice slurred by the words but she knew it would inevitably tick them off. They were all so very predictable.

To her absolute pleasure the other guard janked the bat from the man's hand and stepped forward.

Typical.

He raised it over his head, scowling under his breath. "Such a big mouth for a little brat, just because you have a name–" SMACK!

Ava flinched away, her eyes squeezing shut. But the blow never came, the pain she was waiting for never happened. It took a moment for her brain to process and her body to relax from its tense posture – but when it finally did – when she finally opened her eyes, there was a woman standing in front of her. Different from before, facing the men and blocking the bat with her hand. "That's enough."

Her voice was sharp, tone demanding in a way that made the man back away with a scowl. “Do you have any idea what she's done? She has killed an entire regiment of guards! She's a fucking monster.”

Her lips twitched down, but other than that her expression was blank. “I'm well aware of what she's done.” She glanced back at her and they made eye contact. Ava couldn't help but stare. Her hair was pulled up in a tight bun, exposing a scar that went by her left ear and down to her cheekbone. Her eyes were a deep brown and she realised quickly that she was studying her, looking Ava over with a clenched jaw. She must look like shit. “Both of you are needed at the left wing, I'll take it from here.”

#warrior nun #this has been in my drafts for months #so might as well share it #firefly ava and fedra soldier beatrice #tw voilence

[jaxxsoxxn]

I can just imagine them facing against scarecrow and scarecrow being you know using his toxic fumes being fear, making boomerang remember that day so clearly and vividly and boomer gets so pissed he tackled scarecrow in the ground and starts beating him, beating him in like until he’s almost to death and Harley and Floyd has to like Get him off of him so he won’t kill scarecrow and Boomer is just screaming at scarecrow

 you fucker how dare you piece of shit you’re gonna die for that and Floyd and Harleys trying their best to keep boomer at bay because of that they have to ask for back up you can choose who they have asked for back up

Oh, and if you want, you can add some of your boomerflash 

Also, you’re the best of making boomerflash head cannons and stories your apps your pieces are beautiful French kiss 💋

kisses!!! <33 thank ya, the brain rot feeds off them, so I'm happy with every little idea thrown my way.

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In defense of Harley, she had no way to know that when Scarecrow decided to test his "new" gas on them (in a safe space, after he got "recruited" too), apparently this one showing off old fears instead of creating new ones, whatever that meant, Boomer would be hit with something... like that.

Through most of the experiment, few chosen heroes around them to help if needed, Digger was the only "normal" one. He stood still, almost peacefully, if you ignored the shaking hands and short breaths. Maybe it was the fact that they knew it's all a hallucination, maybe it was the fact that the person responsible was right next to them, but when it all finally broke away, when most started trying to get some water and calm themselves with help, the first thing he did was jump Jonathan.

The first hit wasn't the thing that broke the shock of heroes and others around them - it was the sound of a breaking bone that did it. A pain-filled whine left Scarecrow, when he tried to use his claw-like gloves to tear the Australian away, his whole body mass keeping them down, while he punched almost blindly. He was angrily half screaming, half mumbling something about Owen, whom Harley herself didn't know exactly.

But Flash, who was the first one to try to hold Digger back, definitely knew. Most people who aren't dragging Crane away to make sure he'll survive probably notice the way his eyes go wide at the suffering screams that slowly turn into whispers full of bitterness. His hands, now bloody from the scientist, shaking rapidly and trying to hold onto something - failing to do so. Barry has his arms intertwined with the Rouge's elbows, holding him behind while clinging to him and trying to calm him down.

But when he does get calm, it doesn't mean his brain is fully caught up with what happened exactly, so all they hear now, less shaky and unfocused, are the words of horrid truth that Boomer saw.

"...How could they do that? They took my boy-" this time only a few people freeze, Flash now slowly working his way to the ground with trembling Boomer in his arms. "They took my boy, he was only eight-! How could they? What did he do to deserve it?"

Floyd, water bottle in hand, gets closer to the man, brushing his wet from sweat hair up, showing his blurry green eyes clearer. Shark looks angrily at the bloodied up scientist for a second, a protective urge firing deep inside, before he gets on the floor next to the two, touching Digger without grabbing him, being more something to rest up on than anything.

And when he continues, this time words just... giving up, changing between sobs and empty anger, Harley joins up. She walks straight at him, until she's right in front of him, her shoes almost touching his. Steadily, she sits down right there, looks her friend in the eyes and waits for him to ground himself, doing her best to ignore the hurt sounds coming from him and the few words that crawl their way out of his closed up throat.

"...He was so small, y'know? His body was so light-" a sob shook him, making Barry change his hold, from holding him back to just having his arms around him and his head rest on his back. "They took him from my arms to check for pulse, but- but they didn't have to take him to the hospital - too late, they said. Too much blood, he stopped breathing fifteen minutes before their arrival. I couldn't get his blood out of my hands, it's still stuck under my nails- I need to, I need to wash my hands-"

Another attack of weeping stops him, while all they do is be here, for now. Somewhere in the back, the rest of the heroes takes care of Crane and talks to Flag, who has a grimace on his face and a glint of understanding in his eyes - it probably was in Boomer's files, knowing how they like to have all possible information. Doesn't make it less dehumanizing.

#idk #probably bad english #bsing trough life #<3 #ssktjl #flash x captain boomerang #tw child death #tw murder #tw panic attack #tw panicking #captain boomerang #boomerflash #I know my dear anon that u intended on it being more angry than sad #but my boi is in shock #anon ask #tw voilence

[rowiewritesstuff]

Yandere Prompts

Feel free to use as long as ya ping me. Give me a number and a character (in asks) and I'll see what i can do.

Some are uhhh Yeah. TWs are MILD but still there. Some of these made even ME uncomfortable lol

Worst Numbers: 5. 7, 13, 16, 20, 25, 26

Violence: RED

Toxic and Uncomfortable words/insults to make you hate yourself/get self-conscious: GREEN

“Don’t you get it? You can’t go outside! You could die, or get sick or something worse! Don’t worry, I’ll go out for you.”

“I know it hurts, but you had to be punished. Why don’t we fix you up and then get ice cream?”

“You think you can just…leave? No, as soon as you accepted that ring you became mine. There’s no leaving.”

“SHUT UP! I can’t stand your damn whining. You should have thought of that BEFORE trying to run off like a pathetic little coward.”

“If you ever run again, I won’t just break your legs- it will be much, much worse.”

“It hurts me to see you like this, but you brought it on yourself.”

“You want to see other people? No one wants used goods.”

“Shut up before you get hurt.” 

“(name of Partner)…? No, WE’RE together. Are you cheating on me?”

“I wouldn’t have to do this if you just behaved.” 

“Tch, you think I’m stupid or somethin’? You’re so damn predictable.”

“I’d never hurt you! I’d just hurt your family, friends, and anyone you love.”

“Oh sweetie- you’re just not smart enough, so just stay home. It’s for the best.”

“Red is just so beautiful on you.”

“I know what’s best for you, trust me.”

“If I have to break every fucking bone in your body, I will. You’re. Mine.”

“Your friends did what? Aw, baby, I’m so sorry. You don’t need them anyway- you have me.”

“Our love is like fire! I’d burn the world to keep you in my arms.”

 “Don’t you see? Your family was in the way, I had to do it!” 

“Maybe if you were prettier he’d like you.”

“Stop fighting me! I don’t want to hurt you!” 

 “Leave me?” (Laughs) “Baby you have nothing left. No money, no home, no family… what would you do without me?” 

“We’ll always be together, even in death” 

“If you die before me, I’ll eat your heart so it will always be near mine.”

 “You fucking asked for this. This is all YOUR fault, and now you’re crying?”

“You think you’re special? You mean nothing to anyone. You were forgotten, and everyone’s moved on.” 

“‘Don’t’? Are you serious? I warned you over and over again and now that you’re facing consequences you care?”

“If you look at another man one more time I’ll pluck out your eyes so you’ll only look at me.”

 “I see. You need a reminder of just who I am- don’t worry, I’ll make sure you never forget.”

 “Scream all you want- no one cares. This is the world I made for us, and no one can stop me.”

“I’m the only one that loves you. Your family all but sold you to me.”

“I’ve given you everything! Food, clothes, jewelry- EVERYTHING! And you think you can just walk out that door? No, you’re staying here.”

 “Love? No, you’re just a pet- a plaything.”

 “Sit down before I make you.”

“Packing? Going somewhere?”

#yandere #yandere prompts #yandere fics #yandere fanfics #yandere oneshots #oneshots #prompts #yandere prompt #tw #tw yandere #tw dark content #tw voilence #tw mindbreak #tw abuse

[tallyhoot]

istg if I get told to fix my tone on more time I am going to put someone into a paper shredder

#I can’t control the fucking tone of my voice agrgghh #eddie’s random rambles #tw voilence

[legendaryfigure]

{ Maybe that’s the way I should GO Straight into the MOUTH of the unknown. }

FLASHBACK;

‘Do you need my help?’

It was the first QUESTION demanded as he answered the Roamzone phone, hands steady despite the interruption from his daily routine. ( Meditation helped clear the mind and cleanse the soul, and Evan was in tune with his body now more than ever. ) Yet the person at the other end of the line; took precedence at once, their voice crackling to life like static. The signal dismal at their end. It was the first thing he noticed. ‘I don’t know.’ Their responses VARIED each time. Some were full of disbelief, sceptical that he even existed. Others were overjoyed that he’d bothered to pick up, but the majority were desolate, their distress noticeable in their vocal tone. ( High pitched, panic, gasping, heavy breathing. ) He’d heard it all or so he he'd thought. Yet this response was weak to his own ears. Hoarse and dry, cracked speech. Evan inhaled, exhaled and followed the procedure. ‘Who gave you this number?’

He could never be too careful, danger lurked within every SHADOW. His alias a whisper in the air; a legend that lived on. ( Only a few knew how to contact him, and those who did were only allowed to do so once. ) The payment for the assistance? Pass the number on. That’s how it worked, and so he was looking for a description of his last client.

What he heard, however, made his blood run cold.

‘I don’t know.’

Hands tightened around the device; conflicted now. The MAN sounded genuine, and yet this could be a trap and a deadly one at that. For honestly how could he not know? Not if everyone had done as they should and followed his rules? He was always clear what he expected; he never took risks. ( The ten commandments he and his handler created were there for a reason, and yet; something held him on the line. ) Enabled him to pause; it was a simple rinse and repeat. He couldn't sway from his path, and it was with regret he finally admitted. ‘I see then I really can’t help you, sorry.’ The voice WHIMPERED; the sound sending shivers down his spine; either this person was a very good actor or they sincerely were at rock bottom. He was often their last hope; but what could he do? He had to be sensible about this. He expected a protest; a rambled excuse for not knowing ( which would prove they were suspect ) and yet all he got was a meek. ‘I understand, okay.’ Wait. What? He sat up straighter; horrified.

Why would anyone give up so easily? Bother wasting a phone-call Just to reply, okay?

It didn't make sense. ‘Wait. Who are you?’

He ran through the list of NAMES he’d memorised, potential threats. Anyone he’d ever come in contact with; knowing that with a name, all he needed to do was slip into his secret research room, command the computer to run a search and he would have every scrap of information at his disposable. ( Police databases? Not a problem. Firewalls? Easy. Un-hackable private networks? Impossible. ) But there it came again; the same soft answer.

‘I don’t know.’

He realised then, the person had him. He was too shocked to abandon the line.

PRESENT;

It turned out, the man didn’t know ANYTHING. Anything at all - ( at least in regards to himself. ) All he kept asking for was a Zima but why on earth would he want a lightly carbonated alcoholic beverage? One had to wonder if he was even sane for the details he did get out of him; didn’t make sense in the slightest.

Metal arm. Zima. Lost. Snow. Screams. Russia. Wolf. Cell. Electricity. Superiors. Chair.

What WORRIED him more than anything was the fact halfway through trying to think of anything else that would help him - ( the man had seemingly had a breakdown; started speaking like a robot and then began thumping against something… ) before the line had gone dead after a snarl of another in the background followed by a sharp deafening slap.

At once he’d frozen on the spot; taking in everything he had HEARD. There was no way the presence who had clearly snatched the phone away would ever be able to connect the phone call to him; but really. ( What had he just witnessed? ) A beating? A deranged man being found out while talking to him? No, surely not. He must have imagined it and even if he hadn’t; it was someone joking around surely….?

So he’d tried to FORGET the encounter; he’d had enough of crazies to last him a lifetime; but try as he might, he couldn't get rid of the grating whisper from his mind. ( I don’t know, he’d replied repeatedly. ) So on his computer he’d gone; running various programs and so far he’d discovered this.

Zima was Russian for Winter.

Any link to Winter and metal arm had lead to a swift DISCOVERY of the infamous Winter Soldier; a previously so-called legend who had turned out to be one Bucky Barnes, now residing - where? ( It didn't say; just news clippings mentioning a trial he’d attended for crimes he’d committed. ) Not one to judge Evan read on; nursing a bottle of Vodka as he uncovered everything he could.

The Winter Soldier had been a BRAINWASHED assassin imprisoned by HYDRA. His known associates were Captain America and the other Avengers. ( Of course Evan had heard about them; superheroes hitting the news more and more ) Yet he’d never thought he would be seeking them out… Not in a million years. Once in New York; he’d also realised that he could hardly walk into the known residence of the Avengers with his story, and so, praying his instincts weren't betraying him; he'd instead mailed a copy of the recording of the conversation with the other man and a simple scribbled letter.

-

Perhaps you’ve heard of me, perhaps you haven't. Known as the Nowhere Man to many; I take my time to help those in need. Handing out my phone number each time I’ve assisted a new person. This man rang my said private phone; and as you can see. I received no answers.

I will not lie to say I am incredibly untrusting right now. However should you recognise his voice; or make more sense of the words he spoke more than me. ( Which enabled me to put two and two together and realise he was speaking of the Winter Soldier ) then feel free to contact me on the number written below.

I do not know how clear it is; but I felt the fear as I spoke to him. If his plea is genuine, then I will not turn away.

You have my word.

Yours sincerely;

The Nowhere Man.

#vvolfstare #{ xtotag ;; } #tw voilence #tw abuse

[salvationofsouls]

HAIL HYDRA.

The phrase laid on the tip of his tongue like a twisted prayer, a forgotten nightmare. In his sleep, it was worse. He was accustomed to waking up in twisted sheets, flickers of a time he couldn’t quite remember playing underneath closed lids. He’d often come to, staring at the ceiling of the abandoned building where he’d sought solace, gasping for air. When he was conscious, the pain would start. A throb in his temples, which travelled down. ( He hadn’t stuck around to find out the lasting damage, but he knew the scarring ran deeper than the surface. Even now, there was no escaping the sheer discomfort of torn muscle. )  He doubted he’d ever walk properly again, left with a permanent limp which you’d think put him at a disadvantage. Yet on the contrary, he’d learned to manipulate people, providing a false sense of security. They thought he was weak, feeble - the easy target. He allowed them to lower their defences and then struck. He’d been surviving like that at the skin of his teeth whenever he was unlucky enough to be outnumbered. 

No one looked twice at the broken man. No one thought he was capable of inflicting such brutal anarchy. It was funny really, wasn’t it? 

Rumlow perhaps would’ve… But oh how his name left a bitter taste in his mouth, and that was another kind of ache. Before STRIKE, he’d never believed he was capable of such sentiment. He’d been dragged up, kicking and screaming in the hell hole he’d been forced to come home, always having to fend for himself, since no other fucker would guide him. He’d learned to steal from a young age, and even then he’d known how to pull the wool over another's eyes. ( He'd been a scrawny little runt, fast enough to flee before anyone suspected too much. No one could say he couldn’t improvise, or put on a performance, he’d done it his entire life. He just hadn’t expected to take one step forward and ten back. ) He’d naively assumed he was done with this shit. That he’d been on a destination to the straight and narrow. He’d never stopped to think about how corrupt HYDRA was. They’d been his salvation, even laced in poison. Yet now, he had no choice, he had to start from scratch. The one who had recruited him in the bloody first place had gone, hadn’t he?

Brock had perished, burned to a bloody crisp no doubt, and he’d been left to do the only damn thing he was good for. Revenge was bittersweet; a basic human instinct. HYDRA had left them both to rot, they’d proved their loyalty, and their reward had been to be disowned like badly behaved boys. He’d always believed that no matter how far off the deep end they went, they’d have each other. He’d had Rumlow’s six since he’d risen through the ranks in STRIKE. ( Who was he now without him? A rogue living half a life? He’d lost his partner in crime, his blood brother - his -- ) No, he couldn’t think like that. Couldn’t remember that. Fingers snatched up the Balisong, twisting it between his fingers to distract himself, counting as he’d disciplined himself to do, a coping mechanism that had to be healthier than stabbing some poor bastard every time the rage consumed him. He’d need to do a supply run soon; his liquor was running empty, and his food was scarce. 

He’d been popping pills to get by. Vicodin mostly, but they came with their own complications. Like everything else, there was a price to pay. He either sucked it up or he gave up completely, and the latter wasn’t in his nature. Besides, HYDRA deserved to be hit heavily. Sure he might not be able to destroy them all, but he’d damn well try, and it was that notion that motivated him to finally move, throwing stuff into his kit. ( He’d always travelled light, preferring to rely on his fists and wit but a few guns were added to his arsenal, and then he was ready to follow what he presumed would be another loose end. ) Ah well, there was no way of knowing without investigating was there? Giving one last look around the dreary apartment, he hot-wired the car in the garage, the stolen plates providing enough of a cover, and forced his shitty leg to behave, before slipping out into the world.

The drive there wasn’t anything to hark about, pretty uneventful just the way he liked it, and the car was discarded several miles away, reluctantly deciding to go the rest of the way on foot. He couldn’t be too careful; they could have eyes and ears everywhere. Call it paranoia, but he wasn’t about to take any chances and he only proceeded down the hill once he was sure he hadn’t been followed. ( Naturally, he stuck out like a sore thumb; stealth came with difficulty when you had to hop about like a rabbit. Yet he made it down towards the crumbling structure and eyed the remnants of the roof with careful consideration. ) Damn it, it looked like one wrong move, would bring the entire place down. Now that he was there though, he had to risk it for a biscuit, eh? Scoffing at the sheer irony of escaping one collapse, only to meet his fucking end in another, he proceeded. 

Soon enough boots crunched under debris, his Glock 19 tracing the walls of the dilapidated confines of what was once one of HYDRA’S vast empires. Oh, how the mighty had fallen. What would they think of all their work going up in flames? Would they care? Or would they not bat an eyelid? He wasn’t sure. He had thought he had known them, and what a lie that had been. So much for loyalty. It had got him nowhere. Just knee-deep in rubble, kicking stone with a leg that was about as useless as a chocolate fireguard. ( Though in time, he made it through, scouring the area. It was a good job too, he was thankful for his instincts. The hair on the back of his neck prickled, giving him the heebbie-jeebies, and ah yes - what the fuck was that? ) He wasn’t alone… there was - for a horrifying moment, he felt sick. He was sure it was but no - couldn’t be. Nevertheless, his weapon trained on the shadow, breath hitching as he became convinced he was seeing things. Man, he needed his medication - now. This wasn’t healthy. One shouldn’t chase ghosts. But then the words came out gravelled from his own lips; trigger steady.

‘Oi, arsehole. Don’t you fuckin’ move.’

#crossxxbones #tw voilence #♂ | Jack Rollins. ( Starters. )

[esotericsoldier]

{ What if I WANTED to break Laugh it all off in your FACE What WOULD you do? }

‘ Not an asset. Not an asset. NOT AN ASSET!’

Nails dug into palms; the last mantra a SCREAM of desperation as fingers grasped hair, tugging, ripping strands free. White-noise, computer code, it all overloaded him, compromising his being, VIOLENT outbursts to be expected. ( The poor fragile car was effortlessly upturned in his path; a crack running across the street as lungs burned like acid. ) He was breathing and yet…he was suddenly numb to the core, the STABBING sensation easing away, for he’d just spotted something - there on the street. It might as well have been a neon sign, because the POSTER of Captain America, brought focus. Slowly he composed himself; removing it from its residence; a destination now in mind.

Feet THUDDED without permission, blindly staggering up the street, shoving people aside considering them as mere obstacles in his way, protocol followed. ( He had no choice but to activate remnants of programming, suffocated by his existence, and LACK of superiors; requiring a handler to be…fully operational and yet he was not an asset, was he? ) So why was he still acting like ONE? Answers did not come, slipping through his fingertips; the anarchy causing all hell to break loose, a foundation of forbidden memories.

——-

‘ The blonde boy must be protected.’ ‘ The blonde boy is irrelevant, a fantasy. Do you understand me?’

Zima was being struck by a firm hand, the operative grasping the electrical cattle prod and the scream the soldier made cut right through him. Zima wasn’t fighting back, he was complying with their harsh orders to stay still, allowing the sizzling searing agony to remind him of his place; for…pain was order - so Pierce said and it…was staring emotionlessly, watching as Zima was torn apart and put back together. Blood filled its mouth, vaguely aware it was trying to bite its own tongue to stifle any sound; for if they knew it had reacted….

——-

‘ Duck.’

A metallic hand was aimed in its direction, fists flying, it acted on instinct. Rolling across the training mat, somersaulting through the air, landing in a crouch and returned the assault. This too was dodged by Zima who bared his teeth against his muzzle and soon they were sparring at an impossible speed. Superiors watched with sick enthusiasm as the final strike came in; Zima hitting it full force, breaking its jaw. The deafening crack, the fire lacing veins; pain detected. It didn’t hinder it and the android was like a wild thing; kicking, shoving, biting.

——-

The chair was operated and it was to witness what was coming to it soon enough. Zima had gone rigid against the straps, eyes darting with fear for he’d been out of cryogenesis too long and they’d left him unstable. He glanced desperately over at Valentin, who clenched a jaw and did as was told like a good tool should. Obedience didn’t stop the shock collar giving it a taste of what was about to happen - the electricity, the mouthguard shoved in Zima’s mouth; he was trying to hold onto reality, to remember it, to remember anything….but he couldn’t, the forces were too strong and he was soon staring it dead in the eyes and now he would be ripped away from it too. It could do nothing, muscles moving to take his place, the process about to re-begin.

——-

‘The Winter Soldier has defected. The Winter Soldier is dead.’ They had to be lies, blasphemy leaving superiors lips? It nodded numbly, for what else could it do? It wan’t capable of fighting back; it wasn’t Zima. It wasn’t strong like him, and hell it wasn’t….human, or close. It was their creation, purely theirs and this was home, the home Zima…should have come back to. Foreign liquid filled its eyes, and it was at….that moment it realised, it had to get out, to see the body. It reacted automatically, taken by new…emotion, overwhelmed, outraged - anguished. It flung itself at them, as it had once at Zima…who was now gone, having abandoned it and by the time it was done, there was nothing left but crimson which stained its skin, HAIL HYDRA having attempted to leave dying lips, echoing from its own…

——-

NO; no, no. It-he couldn’t think of that, it was going to destroy him. Red, white and blue, red, white and blue, but why? For a creature so devoid of colour, why did those shades mean something? ( Why did that….man, that blonde boy…MATTER? It was his target; his one last remaining mission and yet…Zima. ) Traffic blared and he had to slam on his breaks to avoid being crushed under a vehicle; not that it would KILL him… nothing could, could it? Immortality wasn’t a choice, he reminded himself; bitterly. Hands clenching around that vibrant poster he’d ripped off; trying to let all else FALL away.

It worked for a while, there was nothing but his abilities at play. LOCATING Captain America PARAMOUNT and well, by the time he’d memorised his scent and found him, he was back to that mess, being eaten away by…sentiment. ( He had no idea why people were screaming at the sight of him, RUNNING in the opposite direction as he finally gained entry to the building he knew was right. ) Cared little as his quivering hands almost knocked the door down with one desperate hit; for he’d already COLLAPSED to his knees, hanging on by an invisible thread.

‘Captain-’ ; ‘Steve-’ ; ‘Blonde boy-’ ; ‘The star-spangled man with a plan-’ ; ‘Stevie-’ ; ‘Punk-’ ; ‘Pal-’ ; ‘With you til the end of the line-’

He was rambling EVERYTHING he’d ever heard Zima say about the patriotic superhero, trying to find something to grip onto but they weren’t HIS words to remember - they were Zimas…and Zima was dead; they’d said so, and they weren’t lying, were they? ( Was this what it was like to grieve? Is this what it was like to go insane? ) The NAMES continued to spew from him in a terrorised fashion until he was pleading for things he’d never been permitted, and well, he was practically SOBBING.

‘ Please, please kill me, deactivate... END me, Ste-please. I can’t, I can’t take this, I don’t understand what’s happening? Oh god it hurts, make it STOP; make it stop, it hurts.’

{ What if I FELL to the floor Couldn't take all THIS anymore WHAT would you do? }

#walkitoffrogers #tw voilence #tw torture #tw threats #tw death #☣ | V; Without a thought ; without a voice ; without a soul. ( Defective. )

[snobgoblin]

Not sure if you have seen this...

This is from one of the Gorillaz games back in phase 2. Gotta say, pretty morbid that a game allows you to dissect Murdoc & 2D

I have but thank you </3 😭 it breaks my heart thinking about this whole thing and I've theorized about it a few times, but I always love getting these asks so thank you /gen

#tw surgery #tw scars #tw voilence

[mysticmuffinz]

I FUCKING DIE STIMBOARD

(SAFE/srs)

TW: Fast moving images, Violence, Blades

#stimboard #stimblr #yippee #tw voilence #tw blade

[awfullordhenry]

The Speed Demon's Supper (M4A) (Giant's POV) (G/t TF2 VORE)

You are Scout, a 50-foot giant with a big ego and a snarky attitude. You're out in the woods, walking your normal loop of the forest to see if you can find anything good to eat. You tower almost every tree. Your footsteps make the Earth rumble. You've not had to stoop to salvage leftover foods or anything editable you can nibble on, but you might have to if you can't find something soon. The hunger pangs are getting unbearable, and your stomach won't shut up sometimes. Like now.

A sudden wind blows in from the north. You sniff a few times, hoping to catch a scent of someone else in the woods.........but as the wind dies down, you have nothing. Your stomach grumbles. You continue walking.

Another gust of wind, stronger this time, blows around you, so you sniff.....sniff, wait! That's something! A barbecue, it smells like. "Jackpot..." You whispered. you quickly get on a pouncing position. and moved towards the source while trying not to make a single sound, eyes ever on alert for something moving. You can see a small stream in your way.

You hear someone hear you. Perhaps you were a bit too anxious to get food. You stopped moving and started creeping into the trees as a tiny spack approached your position. At least you can see your prey now. It's a human, and they look like a hiker. You see what it appears to be a campfire and a tint. Your stomach already seems to be thinking about how easy it'd be to digest and won't quiet down. They stop a small way away, peering into the woods on the opposite side of the stream.

You quickly burst out of your hiding spot and sprint towards them, running across the stream with results big splashes of water. The tiny human turned to see your approach too late, in front of them with horror and letting out a scream as you quickly pinned them with both of your bandaged hands. They squirmed underneath your hands as you said "well well well, looks like I have myself a dumbass for dinner!"

You curled your fingers around your prey into an iron fist and lifted them into your face level. They shiver with fear upon facing your eyes.

Your stomach urges you to eat the poor thing, but at the same time, it would be boring to just slurp them up in one bite. You thought up a sadistic plan to spice up the experience.

"Before ya get eaten, we're gunna have a fun time together!" You said before you drop them to the ground, rendering them unconscious.

They woken up in a daze while you're just standing here looking at the tiny human with a smirk on your face.

"Hey, I have a game we can play! It's called 'stomp the loser into the ground'. There's only one rule: don't break a bone!"

You step on the tiny human with both feet. They scream in pain as your tremendous weight press on their small body. You giggle childishly as you begin to trample on them. "PLEASE DON'T DO THIS! LET ME GO!" They say as they grasp for air. "Well, I don't hear a single crack outta ya! So we aren't finished!" You replied arrogantly as you kept up the stomping.

You finally hear that satisfying bone crack! Along with the pathetic little thing coughing up blood. It brings you so much joy to you that you feel alive.

"DAT WAS AWSOME!!!" You yelled like an overjoyed 12 year old.

You saw the tiny human crawling away trying to escape from you. "Oh, We aren't done yet, pally!" You said while picking them up with your index finger and your thumb. They groan in pain while you're leveling them to your huge face. They have multiple bruses all over their body and some blood streaming from their mouth and nose.

"Please...don't eat me....I don't taste so good..." They pleaded to you. "Oh, what, do you think that I would listen to you after I dominated you? Phffttt, you're so stupid!" You bite back. You slowly pasted your wet tougue on thier body, covering them with your warm saliva. They just squirmed and screamed and cried so loud and hard.

You stopped after you came to the conclusion that the tiny human is tasty! you introduce them to your maw, which is constantly drooling and triping with saliva, and your incisor teeth look devastating enough.

You let out a sigh through the throat before dropping the tiny human into your tongue. You closed your mouth shut, causing them to panic. You let out a happy, deep, and low frequency  purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr as you gulp down your prey. You can feel them sliding down your esophagus to your stomach. Course, as soon as the stomach starts rumbling in you, the digestive process has already started. You can see feel your stomach shifting as the tiny human shifts and squirms in the growing digestive muck. Sucks for them. "I hope you have a good time living in your new home for the rest of your life!" You chuckled

A gigantic belch slips out of your mouth, taking away more of the tiny human's oxygen and leaving them with the stinging stomach air to breath. With their fate starting to show itself.

You rest your hand on your belly and  lay down on the grassy ground, releasing the same purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr  as earlier. You slowly closed your eyes to take a nap from the torturing you brought in for the day. You thought to yourself that eating small humans is a great source for protein as well as helping you gain muscle. You feel asleep shortly after.

A few hours have passed, and you wake up from your slumber. You don't feel something in your stomach, assuming you've digested your prey. You yawn as you sit up. You saw the campfire that has been out for a while, it seems. And the tint is still intact. It's pretty surprising that the amount of stomping you have done would make it fail down. You stand up from the grassy ground and stretch. You move away from the campground to start the cycle all over again.

Wattpad Version

#team fortress 2 #team fortress two #tf2 #tf2 scout #team fortress scout #giant tiny #giant #g/t #tf2 g/t #male vore #soft vore #gt vore #male giant #tw vore #tw voilence

[theemptybloggercometh]

FUCK FEAR

Fear chills my blood

When I notice those stares

Or hear those footsteps

Not knowing if this time

Is the time  

My body will be broken

Used to fear

Life passing by

Dying without truly living

With regrets of could haves

And should haves

At least now

If my beating heart

Is beaten so much  

It beats no more

I’ll have no regrets

Dying by living truly

And that’s why I say

Scream even

“FUCK FEAR!!!”

#trans #poem #tw voilence

[the-great-dumpster-fire]

I really want to bite someone's arm

#not like a play bite #I mean #just chowin down #chomp #perhaps some gnawing #bite #tw voilence #feeling feral #let me bite