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purlturtle · 1 year

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Forehead kisses for Bering and Wells please 😊

Okay, that would be prompt #3 on this list!

CW: stuck elevator, claustrophobia - please proceed with caution!

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"Hey, it's okay, it's okay. It's just stopped; I'm sure it will go on in a second."

Helena shuddered; her face was pinched, her jaws clenched so tightly Myka was afraid for the woman's teeth.

Then the overhead light went out. Helena gave a bone-deep, agonized groan, and suddenly Myka realized: the Bronze. Or just claustrophobia in general. The emergency light flickered on, and for the briefest of moments, Myka saw that Helena's face was a rictus of terror. Just the fraction of a second, before Helena schooled her features into stoic, intent focus again, but Myka had seen it.

"Hey," she said again, even more gently this time. "Hey, you're okay. Claustrophobia?"

Helena nodded; her teeth were still clenched so tightly that Myka wasn't surprised no words would come out.

"C'mon, let's sit down," she said, and proceeded to do exactly that. Her pants needed washed anyway, she reasoned, and Helena could probably stand to get off her feet too. "Come on," she repeated, and Helena sank down beside her. "Here," Myka said, reaching out and touching Helena's hand. "We're okay. See? Steady hands. I'm not worried. I've been in stuck elevators before; usually it doesn't take long to get going again."

At the same moment, the intercom crackled into life; Helena flinched at the sound, grabbing hold of Myka's hand with both of her own.

"Attention passengers on elevators S5 through S8," the disembodied voice said. "We have an emergency lockdown which we're already in the process of investigating. As soon as everything clears, operation will resume. We expect this to take no longer than ten minutes. If you have a situation that requires immediate assistance, please use the red emergency intercom button on the operator panel. Please keep the emergency line free otherwise, and remain calm. We will update you in five minutes." And with another crackle, the speaker fell silent.

Helena's breaths were short and shallow, and she still clung to Myka's hand like a lifeline. The emergency light was dim, but Myka could still see how wild Helena's eyes were.

Well. The emergency line probably wasn't much help for claustrophobic people - knowing that wouldn't make them work any faster than they already were. So it was on Myka to help. "Is there anything you usually do when this happens?" she asked.

Helena's mouth twitched into a smile that was more grimace than anything. "Freeze?" she suggested; her voice was croaky.

Myka nodded. She stroked her thumb across the back of one of Helena's hands. "What's worst right now?"

The reply came immediately. "Feeling trapped. Back in the bronze again."

"And what's okay right now?"

Helena frowned in surprise, and didn't answer.

"Like, how does your, uh, your nose feel?"

"It... tingles?" Helena sounded confused.

"It's an exercise my therapist suggested," Myka explained. "After Sam. When I would shut down. He suggested trying to focus on physical sensations, instead of the panic."

Helena hummed pensively. Then she squeezed Myka's hands. "This," she said.

"Holding hands feels okay?" Myka asked to confirm it. It made sense: touching another person was proof that you weren't bronzed.

Helena nodded. "I hope that isn't too forward, or too awkward."

"Sheesh no. That's totally okay." Myka squeezed back to underline her words. "I could also... if that would help, I could hug you."

Helena gave a little gasp. Then she nodded quickly, and moments later she was huddled against Myka, shoulders tight and hands clenched in her lap.

Myka slung her arms around her, and didn't comment on the shivers she felt. She rubbed Helena's shoulders for a moment, then tightened her arms. "You're okay," she said, "I've got you." On pure instinct, she pressed a kiss on Helena's forehead, then wondered if that hadn't been 'too forward, or too awkward.' But Helena didn't pull back; on the contrary, she pressed even closer to Myka.

"Could you perhaps," she began, then hesitated.

"Whatever helps, okay?" Myka said encouragingly. "Just let me know what I can do to help."

"Could you... talk to me? Tell me a story, perhaps, or talk about a retrieval - anything, really. The silence is deafening."

"Of course!" Myka squeezed Helena's shoulders again and launched into a retelling of the novel she was currently reading. Helena stayed huddled close, but her breaths slowed, and her shoulders lost some of their tension.

It took 13 minutes until first the lights flickered back on, then the car started to move again.

Helena exhaled a long, shuddering breath.

"Good thing we're going down, right?" Myka said. "We'll be out of here in no time." She felt Helena's head nod against her chin. "Do you think you can stand?"

Together, they made their way upright; Myka could feel the tremble in Helena's muscles. She knew the signs; adrenaline gone haywire was a bitch. She kept close to Helena, kept their arms linked and fingers entwined, all the way down, out, through the lobby, along the sidewalks, right up to their second floor hotel room, which Helena insisted they take the stairs to get to.

Myka didn't mind; there was color back in Helena's cheeks, and that was all she asked for.

Later that night, after dinner and showers and changing into PJs, Helena sat down next to Myka on Myka's bed. "Thank you," she said. "For earlier."

"Anytime."

Again, Helena hummed. After a moment of silence, she asked hesitantly, "Perhaps... perhaps now?"

It took Myka a moment to understand. Then it clicked. "Oh! Sure, of course, come here!" She lifted her arm; Helena snuggled into her side. Her hair, slung into a low, sloppy bun, was damp from showering and smelled of her shampoo; her skin was warm and her shoulders much looser than earlier.

"That little kiss you gave me," Helena said, almost too quiet to hear. "That was okay." Then she sucked in a breath and stiffened. "Wasn't it?"

Myka smiled and squeezed Helena's shoulders, gently pulling her close again. Very ostentatiously, she pressed another kiss on Helena's forehead. "I thought so too."

Helena practically melted into her in relief. "Oh good," she said indistinctly. "Good," she repeated, barely more than a sigh.

A few minutes later, she was asleep, and Myka marveled at her trust. She kissed Helena's forehead again, for good measure, and settled in to sleep, herself.

#bering and wells #warehouse 13 #my fic #mini fic #prompt fic #soft prompts #claustrophobia #stuck elevator #please proceed with caution

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altegos · 7 months

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Brandon Hale | NAYKT

Human | Synthetic Magic User | 27 (estimate)

Abilities

Extreme endurance, enhanced strength, synthetic magic (various colours) - energy blasts (light blue), gestural telekinesis, psychic shards (black), energy removal/infusion (green), limited weapon generation (red).

The rest of this profile is going to be under a cut as there is an alllusion to prolonged abuse since childhood with as vague a description as I could manage. There is also a reference to the character purposefully triggering himself to deal with a new also unsafe environment.

Warnings: abuse towards a child, forced restraint, forcing loss of identity, severe dissassociation, scarring.

Please proceed with caution and skip if necessary.

NAYKT Character Facts

Brandon was taken in at a very young age by an elitest society of self-important families with delusions of power and importance. They trained him to be loyal to their cause and after the Maxwells took control, started using him for their experiments with Black Market (synthetic) magic.

Whenever he would fight back or disobey, they would restrain him and place an unusual bronze mask on his face. While wearing it they would only address him as 'soldier'. The intention was to strip him of his indentity and individuality beyond serving the society until he learned to stop fighting back.

For years, the experimentation resulted in nothing but pain and scars across his entire body. Eventually, soon after Brandon turned 12, the highly dangerous, toxic, volatile synthetic magic began to fuse with his body, granting him several varied and fractured abilities that he was trained to use to serve the Black Tea Society.

Several years later, The Black Tea Society HQ building burned to the ground. Every living member of the Society was in the building as it burned except for Brandon, whose only memory of that night is standing in the garden, the bronze mask in his hand at his side as he watched it all burn. He is almost certain that he set the fire.

Esmé soon found him with a tempting offer. Stability, somewhere to live, an income, and protection from anyone who might come looking for him. All she asked was a few small favours in return which didn't stay small favours for long.

While definitely happier and brighter than he ever was with the Society, Brandon isn't ignorant that he jumped out of one frying pan and into another. While he does his best to handle the everyday, he is prone to frequent dissasociation, and can easily lose hours at a time.

Writer's fave fact

The mask is still in his possession, locked away where no one else can use it against him. Whenever Esmé brings him a new job, Brandon pulls it from hiding and reawakens the Soldier. He hates it but he'll do whatever it takes to keep himself safe.

Waking up beaten, bruised, and bloody is horrific but he never remembers what happened and that's better than the alternative.

#cw abuse #tw abuse #cw child abuse #tw child abuse #I will likely do another post about the nature of synthetic magic and what it is #please proceed with caution #natewantstobattle egos #natewantsbattle #; profile #Protection Verse #Egos AU #Branded!Nate #Not As You Know Them #NAYKT

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whumpcereal · 2 years

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behavior modification, role reversal au, part #4

Masterlist here. Follows up with Joe and Ivan after the swap has been made; Joe is still sporting the little insurance policy Ivan gave him here.

NOTE: Again, not canon. But people liked it, and I like whumping poor Joe (although I feel very bad about what happens to him here). Will continue from Joe's perspective if there's interest.

content warnings for: EXPLICIT NONCON, noncon touching, noncon kissing, forced nudity, restraints, captivity, creepy/intimate whumper, emotional distress, adult language '

role reversal au, part four: initiation

Ivan smiles down at Joe. He’s wanted this for a long time–Joe Prescott, his for the taking. Joe, it seems, is less sure that this is what he wants. He kneels at Ivan’s feet, his handsome face already a wreck. Sweat, snot, tears. It isn’t particularly dignified, but then, Ivan supposes, Joe’s dignity is secondary now. What’s most important is that Joe understands what his life will be like from here on out. Once Ivan can help him understand that, they can move forward. Together.

But perhaps it was a miscalculation to let Joe see Seligman haul Jack away. Ivan thought it might help, that it would make it clear to Joe that Ivan had honored their bargain and that Jack was going home. They’d drugged Jack just before Joe was scheduled to return–Ivan wasn’t going to give them the opportunity to play another love scene–but Joe didn’t seem to take well to the sight of Jack’s limp body, even after Ivan assured him that Jack would make it home safely.

Joe, of course, didn’t see the way little Jack valiantly fought against the sedative so he could have one more glimpse of Joe. And Jack won’t know how Joe broke to his knees like some fairy tale prince mourning the loss of his cursed love. Ivan won’t give either of them the satisfaction. He held up his end of the bargain.

It’s more than Joe’s little whore deserves, quite frankly. But Ivan Peters is a man of his word.

Seligman’s car rumbles to life in the driveway, and Joe crumples forward, pressing his forehead against Ivan’s hardwood floor. The sudden movement shifts the plug in his bottom, and he lets go a rough sob.

“Stop that, Joe,” Ivan snaps. “I don’t want you hurting yourself.”

Joe doesn’t raise his head. His fingers scrabble desperately against the woodwork, like he’s searching for something to keep him from falling further than he already has.

“You didn’t even let me say goodbye.”

Ivan sighs. “Let me ask you, Joe: what is it that makes Jack so special? Because I’ve sampled what he has to offer, and I’m afraid I don’t understand.”

It isn’t strictly true. There were benefits to using a toy that had already been trained. It wasn’t that hard to help him remember his place. Jack understood what he was there for.

Joe does not. But he’ll learn. Ivan will make sure of it.

“You wouldn’t understand,” Joe spits, begrudgingly raising his head. He winces at the adjustment.

“Oh, come on, sweetheart. Don’t be like that.” Ivan catches Joe’s chin in a vice-tight grip. “He was alright, I suppose. But nothing like you. You’re special. You’ve always been, haven’t you?” He leans down and covers Joe’s lips with his own, sliding his tongue over Joe’s tight pout. He leans close to Joe’s ear. “I gave him up so I could have you. You’re the real prize.”

He keeps a hold of Joe’s chin and dips his tongue into the pink shell of Joe’s ear. He feels Joe’s head try to shake in his grip, but Joe can’t break away.

“Please, don’t.” Joe’s eyes squeeze shut.

Ivan pulls Joe to his feet, and the other man groans as the plug burrows deeper, fighting against his body’s natural inclination.

“Oh, Joe. Joey.” Ivan kisses him again and brushes his dark curls away from his forehead. “You’ll have to get used to this, won’t you? We’ve got all the time in the world, and I intend to use it.”

Joe’s eyes pop open. Ivan’s never seen them this close before. They are gorgeous. A soft green with flecks of brown. And those eyes are his now. Only his.

“But I–I thought–”

Joe can’t finish his sentence. Ivan tucks a gentle hand around the back of his neck; he feels Joe’s skin pimple with gooseflesh beneath his palm.

“What did you think, sweetheart?” Ivan asks.

“I thought you were going to-to-to sell me.”

“My agreement stipulates that I have first rights to my acquisition. I might have sold darling Jack–but I would never sell you, baby. I’ve waited too long for you to even think of getting rid of you.” He tucks Joe’s earlobe between his lips, tugging with his teeth, and whispers through them, “You’re mine.”

Ivan feels it the moment Joe’s knees go weak, and he braces Joe before he can fall.

Joe’s eyes are blown wide, more pupil than iris. “I don’t–”

“You’re it, Joe,” Ivan murmurs, almost shy now. “I’ve wanted you since med school. But you wouldn’t even look at me.”

Or when Joe did look at him, it was with some mix of pity and contempt. There’s neither in those beautiful green eyes now. Joe’s face twists for a moment. Confusion. And fear.

Fear is an excellent place to start.

“Ivan–”

Joe tries to pull back, but Ivan shoves him up against the foyer wall, tucking his hand tight around Joe’s throat. Joe sputters and chokes, and his head knocks hard on the wall behind him.

“Sir!” Ivan hisses. Then, he relaxes his grip just a little and drags his tongue across the underside of Joe’s jaw. “I want you to call me ‘Sir.’” Joe is shaking now, but Ivan doesn’t care. He tightens his hold again. “Say it, baby.”

Joe’s cheeks are flushed, his voice choked. “Sir. Sir!”

Ivan releases him, and Joe slides again to the floor, whimpering when his ass makes contact. He presses his arms back against the wall, like a cornered animal. Ivan only smiles and leans down to smooth Joe’s hair.

“See, I knew you’d be good at this. That you’d be good for me.”

Joe looks like he might be sick. He shakes his head, and his eyes fill with fresh tears. “I won’t–”

“You will. For Jackie, huh?” Ivan toes between Joe’s legs, nudging at his ass.

Joe’s throat cords in pain. “Don’t–don’t talk about him.”

Ivan digs the toe of his shoe in deeper, and Joe actually screams, the sound ripping the house’s quiet in two.

“Oh, baby,” Ivan coos. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. You’ve already shown me that you don’t know how to take care of yourself. I’ll take care of everything.”

“Please,” Joe rasps. He can’t shift away from Ivan’s foot; there’s nowhere he can go. Every twitch and wriggle must hurt him tremendously. He deserves that. It will help him learn. He’s crying in earnest now, and it’s beautiful. “I don’t want this. I–”

“You don’t know what you want,” Ivan says gently. He slips his foot backward and squats down in front of Joe. “You’ve never known, have you?”

“I–”

Joe winces as Ivan runs gentle fingertips across his cheek.

“I’m going to show you, Joey. All the things you’ve been missing. How good it can be.” Ivan kisses Joe then, slipping his tongue between Joe’s lips and pressing into him. Joe groans beneath him, and Ivan smiles against his lips. He sets a whisper soft kiss at the corner of Joe’s mouth and pulls back. “Let me help you up, Joey. We’ll take this to the bedroom.”

Joe freezes. “What?”

Ivan tucks his hands beneath Joe’s elbows and hauls him to his feet. He hears the panicked shift of Joe’s breath, can see his sinew tighten and tense beneath the fabric of his tee-shirt.

He won’t be wearing it much longer.

“I’m not going to treat you like I did your sweet Jackie,” Ivan purrs. “I’ve been waiting too long for you to do that.”

He presses flush against Joe so that he can feel his erection. Joe hisses like he’s been burned. He shakes his head, eyes on the basement stairs.

“I don’t–”

“I kept your little whore in the basement. Locked him in a crate like a dog. Because that’s what he is. Even with all that you’ve done to keep him safe, that’s all he’ll ever be.” Joe practically growls, but Ivan shoves him back against the wall, jarring the plug and eliciting a broken whimper. He slides his hand to the small of Joe’s back, pressing him forward again. “But you? You’re too good for that. I want you to be mine.”

He nuzzles against Joe’s throat and then takes the thin skin between his front teeth, sucking down on his pulse point. Joe’s head tips back, and Ivan tastes salt.

“It’s okay, baby. Just come on now,” Ivan murmurs. He threads his fingers through Joe’s and leads him out of the foyer and up the stairs. Joe doesn’t fight him. How can he?

When they reach the bedroom, Ivan doesn’t waste any time. He closes the door behind him and shoves Joe onto the bed. He cries out, but it doesn’t matter. It won’t be the last time Joe screams. Not today. Not for a very long time.

Joe rolls onto his stomach, trying to relieve the pressure inside. He tents his knees against the comforter, and Ivan takes the opportunity to reach beneath him and open his fly. He starts to slide Joe’s pants away from his hips, taking his boxer-briefs with them. He lets them tangle around Joe’s ankles, effectively hobbling him.

“No, no, please–” Joe begs. His body twists against the bed, and there is a twitch low in Ivan’s belly.

This is what he wants. What he’s always wanted.

Ivan digs his nails into Joe’s bare ass, watching as the white flesh stripes red beneath his touch. Streaks of red–some bright and still damp to the touch, and others, cracked and rusting–litter the skin of Joe’s thighs. The silver tip of the plug swells from between his cheeks. Ivan crooks his finger in its loop and tugs; Joe wails.

“Oh, Joey. You poor thing. I’ll have to remove our insurance policy, won’t I?”

He reaches into his pocket for the key, and Joe’s hands scrabble uselessly at the sheets.

“Please don’t do this.”

“Oh, baby.” Ivan leans down to press a firm kiss to Joe’s tailbone. He runs the key over Joe’s skin and down toward his crack. “Don’t be scared. I’m sure you don’t want me to leave that in there.”

“No, but I–please. Please.”

Joe grinds his forehead against the bed, and Ivan unlocks the plug. He turns the crank, and he can feel the petals begin to retract. Joe’s muscles relax the slightest bit.

“See, isn’t that better?” Ivan purrs. He works the plug out, slowly, and Joe whimpers. “It was just there to get you ready, Joey.” He teases a fingertip into Joe’s abused passage, and Joe lets out a gulping sob.

“Please! I can’t–I��”

Ivan turns Joe roughly onto his back; Joe’s face is a mess, his eyes wide with fear. Ivan smiles down at him, relishing the way Joe squirms when he realizes he’s on display.

“Oh, I see. But isn’t this what you agreed to? To keep little Jackie safe?”

Joe swallows, hard. “Yes.” He closes his eyes, and tears press out from beneath his long lashes.

“And you understand that if you don’t do as I ask, I’ll have to have someone retrieve him, don’t you?”

Ivan pulls at Joe’s tee-shirt, sliding the fabric up and over his head until Joe’s wrists are caught above his head, tangled in the soft cotton. He runs a casual finger between Joe’s pectorals, letting it trail downward until it snags in the dark hair beneath Joe’s navel. Joe flinches.

“Perhaps that’s what you want,” Ivan suggests. “For me to bring Jackie back, and he’ll be our little pet. You’d get to use him that way–I know he didn’t let you do that before.”

Joe’s eyes are wide as saucers. “We had a deal.”

“One that you don’t seem intent on upholding,” Ivan sneers.

“I–I would never do that to him.”

Ivan laughs. He settles himself on the bed, bracketing his knees along Joe’s hips. He leans himself over until he can pin Joe’s cotton-wrapped wrists in one hand. He feels the shift of the leather cuffs just beneath.

“That’s the difference between you and me, Joe. I know how to hold on to what I love.”

“You don’t–you don’t love me,” Joe protests weakly. He turns his head away from Ivan’s gaze.

“I do.” Ivan grinds his hips down against Joe’s exposed body. “I always have.”

“If–” Joe begins, but he’s cut off by his own breath, gulping like he’s desperate for air. “If-if-if you loved me, you wouldn’t want to hurt me.”

“The way that you didn’t want little Jackie to hurt?” Ivan taunts him. Joe’s eyes squeeze shut again. “You babied him. And look where it got him.”

Look where it got you, Ivan thinks. But he doesn’t say it. He wants Joe to accept his place here, to understand that he’s fortunate to have made such a deal.

“I protected him,” Joe says softly.

“Did you?”

“I–I tried.”

“And you failed, didn’t you? Until I gave you an out.”

Joe’s face looks just the way it did after their little rendezvous in the basement–ashamed, broken. “No! No–I–”

“I know you’re not used to failing, Joe.” Ivan tilts Joe’s chin back to look at him. “But it’s alright now. It’s better this way, isn’t it? Jack is free, and you’re where you belong.”

“He is,” Joe murmurs, and Ivan knows he’s talking to himself. “He is. He’s free.”

“And you’re mine,” Ivan says huskily. “Now, just relax, Joey. It will make what comes next a bit easier.”

Joe tries to wriggle free, but Ivan only presses harder on his pinned wrists. “Please–”

“You’ve already tasted me, Joey. I want a taste of you. Of what little Jackie had. Of what’s mine from now on.”

He dismounts, rolling Joe onto his stomach again. This time, he slides Joe’s trembling body so that it fits lengthwise on the bed, yanking his wrists toward the headboard.

“Please!” Joe cries again. “Not yet. I can’t–I can’t–”

“Oh, baby. Remember. It doesn’t matter what you want. I know what’s best for you now.”

Joe thrashes against him, and Ivan straddles his back, settling himself right over Joe’s ribs; Joe’s legs flail uselessly beneath him. He tugs Joe’s tee-shirt free and then wraps the fabric tight around Joe’s head, shoving a wad of the fabric into his mouth. Joe shrieks, but the sound is strangled, blessedly muffled. Ivan forces Joe’s face down to the comforter, a strong hand on the back of his head.

“I want you to focus on what you can feel, baby. I don’t want you to worry about a thing. I’m doing this for you. To welcome you home.”

Joe moans beneath the cotton as Ivan forces his arms up above his head. He secures each wrist to the headboard, spread wide so that the naked muscles in Joe’s back are pulled gorgeously taut. Ivan lets his hands slide down Joe’s body. It’s all his now.

“These will hold you right where I want you,” Ivan explains. He turns to fix Joe’s ankles to the footboard, leaving a little bit more slack. He gently manipulates Joe’s legs, bending them at the knees and guiding them forward until Joe’s ass is in the air. The restraints pull tight behind him. “Where I can make you feel good.”

Joe is shaking, prostrate on the mattress. He tugs at his wrists, still shrieking out garbled protests. It doesn’t matter. Ivan has him right where he wants him. He rolls away, discarding his own clothes.

Joe stills when he feels Ivan’s naked body against his own. Ivan’s chest covers his back. Ivan’s hands bite into his hips. Ivan’s cock presses at his entrance. He’s already been prepared, after all.

“There, sweetheart. God, don’t you look beautiful this way? Just how I thought you would.”

When Ivan lets himself move, Joe’s anguished scream fills the bedroom. Ivan doesn’t mind. He ruts hard into Joe’s injured body, enjoying every cry. Joe will learn his place. They have all the time in the world.

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#behavior modification au #joe prescott oc #ivan peters oc #jack kenyon oc #tw noncon #please proceed with caution #and know that joe will receive comfort eventually #because damn #i can't explain what happened

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capriciouswriter207 · 2 years

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Chapter 28: Waking dreams

Jimmy doesn’t leave Pix’s side. Pixlriffs awakens.

Warning! This chapter contains a section from Pix’s POV, which switches tenses on the fly and leans heavily into stream of consciousness / unreality / hallucinations.

#empires smp #empires smp s1 #caesar house au #jimmy solidarity #pixlriffs #the second chapter i was excited about #also one that's quite intense #please proceed with caution #as the warning points out this chapter largely leans into stream of consciousness as well as hallucinations and unreality #there is a portion that is just Jimmy's pov #but Pix's is heavy for obvious reasons #while this is one of my favorite chapters ever i understand it's not quite as accessible #just wanted to represent pix's mental state and the style just flowed from there #this is the only chapter in the story that'll be like this #also posting this way early #way ahead of this jam-packed mcyt weekend #it's madness this weekend i tell ya /pos #capricious writings

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jarrodsbowen · 2 years

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in maybe 14 hours, i’ll get england!jarrod content and you’ll all hate me.

#please proceed with caution

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pussydrunkalastor · 2 months

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you’re honestly so disgusting for taking requests for Valentino. Especially NSFW ONES!!!

may I remind you that this man has done NOTHING but abuse, sexually assault, and rape Angel throughout the whole series?

like what is wrong is wrong with you people? Everyone tries to make it seem like “oh he’s just a silly little villain”. It isn’t hot, it isn’t cute, it isn’t funny. And it DEFINITELY is not sexy.

it’s absolutely disgusting how you try to normalize and/or justify his behavior. Valentino is just a straight up rapist and there is nothing, NOTHING you can do to justify his actions.

you’re so stupid for standing for Val, like he’s so shitty. How tf can you stand for this bitch?

I do not stand for Val’s behavior. I agree, nothing can justify his actions. I don’t stand for rape or assault in any way, and I actually put cw/tws in the tags of my Valentino posts.

I do not promote, encourage, enjoy, influence, or support SA or rape. It truly is a traumatic topic, coming from a victim who’s actually experienced it, and I also agree, he’s not your every day, silly, “let’s take over the world” kind of villain.

I don’t like Valentino because he’s hot or because he’s evil, I like Valentino because he is written and portrayed well as the character he’s written as. Viv truly did a good job, and just because you like a character, doesn’t mean you support their actions.

and please, if certain topics make you uncomfortable, please read the tags on my posts before reading them.

#tw: valentino #tw: sa #tw: suggestive #tw: sex mention #tw: r*pe #tw: abuse #tw: assault #none of these will probably be graphic or explicitly detailed #I do not stand for or support anything Val has done #But please be aware that certain topics may be mentioned in these posts #Please proceed with caution

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shiisuru · 2 months

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HAPPY VALENTINES DAY MY FRIENDS!!!

Here is some Birdflsh for for the soul <3 but also for @wait-whos-batman valentines collection!

Phones

#DCUValentinesDay2024 #birdflash #dick grayson #wally west #Also the card is a meme between me and my bestie so proceed w/ caution #And please let me be delusional and pretend everything is fine and okay and where Dick is happy n safe n loved omg <3 #dick grayson fanart #wally west fanart #nightwing #nightwing fanart #art #digital drawing #artists on tumblr #fanart #sketch #batman #character art #dcu

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catfindr · 10 months

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#petfinder #catfinder #cat #kitten #kitty #squishmallow #ia #iowa #mod note: included the bio section as a bit of a warning cuz some of the photos show a pretty gnarly wound. please proceed with caution

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ssweetiebop · 8 days

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Things I would like to see written more, or would write about if I could write featuring Disco Elysium:

- Harrier Du bois is a Innocence ! It would start out very subtly, with Kim catching Harry just seemingly not breathing, of course his first concussion would be that Harry’s heart must’ve just stopped, que panicked moments where Kim shakes Harry awake or semi freaks out whenever he sees Harry napping at work or just sleeping in general, because Harry is just not breathing. (Because it’s stated in game that apparently Innocence’s are said to not even breathe, they just eternal like that.) or maybe Harry just makes one too many predictions that are scarily accurate which really fucks with Kim as he entertains the idea of Harry being an Innocence, like he doesn’t believe it, but it’s a entertaining thought to ponder until Harry’s lungs suddenly glow out of nowhere, maybe Harry doesn’t notice himself or Kim convinced himself it was a trick of the light… just alot of second guesses and whatnot!

- Harry dating (and it’s not Kim) Harry, after finding out about his sexuality and finally coming to terms to it — decides it’s time to head back into the dating scene! Maybe Harry just ASSUMES Kim is taken already because I mean… it’s Kim! Kim is so cool! Of course he has a partner! (He doesn’t.) and Kim is just like wow my lungs are burning with hurt right now. Kim painstakingly supporting Harry but also dying inside hearing about all of Harry’s dates and partner(s). I just want jealous Kim honestly. Or even possessive Kim teehee… like Kim overhearing Harry has a date tonight and before Harry himself can tell him Kim abruptly asks if Harry wants to hang out tonight, wanting Harry to choose him over his date, even sweetening the deal by saying he has alot of plans of *insert literally all of Harry’s favourite activities and also maybe Kim confessing or being willing to let Harry do XYZ for once* Harry of course just blurts out ‘YEAH ILL HANG OHT WITH YOU!!’ Without thinking and is like oh shit I have a date tonight. Oh god. Do I blow my date off or Kim?? Kim realllyy smug when Harry chooses him all while acting innocent. Even “scolding” Harry when Harry admits he choose Kim over his date. Just small moments where Kim feels guilty for sabotaging his dates but also just can’t help it, he keeps purposefully somehow ruining the relationship. Of course he feels really guilty but Harry will forgive him because it led to them finally dating. Maybe Kim takes it too far or EVEM GETS CAUGHT ACTIVELY TRYING TO RUIN HARRY’S DATES and for the smallest second Harry sees Kim as some sort of jerk (sorta rightfully so!) and gets mad at Kim until later he thinks about WHY Kim was doing that.

- Body swap au ! I know there’s already some of body swaps out there, but I want more! Like the idea of Kim hearing Harry’s skills and being like ‘This is what Harry is forced to hear all the time? It’s so noisy…’ and then Harry being like ‘wow it’s so… quiet… I don’t like it! I miss my friends!’ BUT ALSO!!! BUT ALSO!!! People always do Harry and Kim! I want to see some more variety! Hell even just adding Jean to the mix sounds so fun! Jean waking up at Harry and just being absolutely mortified. I think it would be funny if the skills know right away that the person in Harry’s body right now isn’t Harry, and are deathly quiet during those first few minutes when Jean first wakes up Harry’s body, until… let’s say perspective or reaction speed helps Jean stop a mug from falling and Jean goes very still at the sound of their voices. Harry in jeans body… or maybe KIM in Jean’s?! Oh Kim would be absolutely checking himself out in the mirror (and delighted at how he can SEE!!! WITHOUT GLASSES!) before catching himself and scolding himself to be more respectful. And I think we all know how Harry would be in Kim’s body…

- Furry Elysium ! Look… here me out. we all agreed that Harry and Kim have a very dog + cat dynamic — or at the very least it’s fun to draw them as animals! But alas… I have seen almost ZERO fanfics about them as actual animals/animal-like features! I want to explore a world like disco elysium filled with animal hydrids! … do you think Jean would be a horse? Or a bird like his name suggests? Would Harry actually be a dog or would he be something else? I feel like Kim being a cat or cat-like is perfect BUT if you think of another animal Kim would fit lmk!

- THEM AS KIDS !!! BUT, BUT… I want them to turn into kids! How? Idk! The pale did it maybe?! It doesn’t have to make logical sense. Maybe they remember their adults self maybe they don’t. I just want someone to hold Harry when he’s a toddler… he deserves some soft parental love… or Jean waking up as a teenager and being absolutely pissed because of it… MAYBE they all are different ages, Harry a toddler, Kim a little boy, Jean a teenager. Or just the classic one-person-magically-turns-into-a-toddler-and-then-the-remaining-adults-have-to-come-together-to-take-care-of-said-toddler.

- Kid fic OR parent fic I know I just mention kids but this time I want one of them to HAVE a kid. Of course Kim would likely be excluded from this biological wise but adoption works too! I just like the idea of of Harry being a father or Jean awkwardly holding a youngster or Kim looking around to see if he’s alone before cooing at a cute little kid. Harry would have a blast dressing the baby up. Also imagine just Harry walking into work with a baby strapped to him on day and Jean just spits out his coffee like WHAT is HARRY doing with a baby?? And Harry is just like ‘this is my baby! And you’re the godfather… kinda rude of you to not know!’ I read some kid fics and they were so, SO sweet.

- MAGICALLY TURNING INTO AN ANIMAL ! Yes. We are pulling out ALL the classics. It doesn’t have to be a cat but I WILL be using a kitty here. I’m so sorry this one is the longest. I wanted a fic like this for so long so please allow me to ramble my ass off:

They can’t change back… or maybe when they do change back to being a human it’s not their choice! Think of ‘A Whisker Away’ type of situation. Kim waking up as a kitty absolutely terrified and thinking the one person who would be able to tell it’s him would likely be Harry, right?! Like he gets premonition and predictions and insights all the time! Surely Harry will immediately know it’s Kim! …. Harry does not know or find out actually. Harry just immediately scooping Kitty-Kim once he ‘gains it’s trust’ (but really it’s just Kim stuck between indecisiveness of just running back home or not and trying to figure this out on his own because he already trusts Harry!) and Kim allowing himself for ONCE in his life to be held and loved and pampered and cooed at without shame. BUT I also love the idea of this happening to the others too, like Harry immediately using this to get to know what Kim is like behind closed doors, feeling guilty but also just can’t help but still go and try to get adopted by Kim (newsflash, it takes FOREVER for Kim to finally let Kitty-Harry inside his apartment, and even LONGER for Kim to officially adopt Kitty-Harry, (bonus points if Kim is still in/at precinct 57) but then ! Kim wants to introduce Harry to his cat! uh-oh! Kitty-Harry also kinda afraid of Jean’s reaction to Kitty-Harry but going to be nosy anyways and turns out — Jean is a big animal lover! It barely takes any convincing for Jean to decide to adopt Harry. Harry feeling jealous that he doesn’t get this soft side of Jean but also gives Harry a new perspective on Jean overall. Que Kitty-Harry awkwardly being owned by two of his friends and THEN also imagine them both talking about the cat they own and finding out it’s the same kitty and they both feel sorta backstabbed(?) or are like ‘wow my/our cat isn’t loyal…’ Jean as a Kitty sounds very amusing… just hissing and very annoyed that they don’t clock it right away that it’s him! Knocking over mugs to get their attention and whatnot, getting scolded and put in kitty jail.. :( !

- SWAP AU! Do I really have to go into detail here? I love the idea of a ‘very, very sane’ Harrier du bois and just an absolutely pathetic failure of Kim Kitsuragi in the swap au… shout out to @/Danielcalmdown0 on Twitter for the new perspective/dynamic on this au!! Kim doesn’t own the kineema in this au because they gave it to a more dedicated officer and Kim is just… absolutely heartbroken over it, but also a bit petty and jealous like ‘I WOULDVE TAKEN CARE OF IT THE BESTEST!’ I wish people discussed Jean and Harry’s relationship in this au more though! I like to think in this particular au they would have a bit of a more father-son dynamic?? MAYBE? not necessarily father-son, but something close for sure, just older figure Jean looks up too… (Maybe Harry baby’s or coddles Jean too much in this au and it PISSES Jean off.) would he still be his brooding self?! Let’s just say yes. I think Jean would have a bit of a crush on this Harry, of course he denies it to himself but it’s there, until Kim joins the picture then its pathetic loser vs pathetic loser and Harry wanting them to be friends but it doesn’t really work to much at first… they figure it out later though. IDK! I have a lot of ideas! And a lot of them contradict eachother!

I have alot more ideas. But I been typing for far too long so I’m gonna call it wraps. If you read the entirety of this I love you. AND if you’re a writer… and you get inspired by ANY of these and if you write it?? Please let me know! I would love to read it!

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b1mbodoll · 7 months

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girly please give us hentai recommendation (especially tentacle ones ) IM SO FUCKING HORNY

ok im gna list some but PLS note that i do not support the things depicted in them irl!!!! its hard finding a good hentai that doesnt include absolutely terrible things 😭 i try to find recs without disgusting stuff but if it is included i do skip the scene bc that shits not cool at all!!!! i do not sexualize children or glorify rape and i hope u guys dont either 👍 ps these hentai recs r ones i found from twt so lmk if u want the account that posts hentai! they have a lot of genres but some im personally not comfortable watching bc they always make the girls look so young and its weird to me bc i was sa’d when i was young so im not a fan of weird underage little girl stuff sorry

taimanin yukikaze 2 : cw noncon, tentacle, anal, inflation, mindbreak. i havent seen the entire series bc i know other episodes contain weird shit and idk the age of the girl at the end but i do skip through the episode at times and i always skip the end bc again, idk how old she is but she looks young which is weird

muttsuri do sukebe 1 + 2 : cw stepcest, noncon, oral, virginity, public sex, blackmail, schoolgirl, infidelity. skipping thru the episodes is v necessary !!!!!!! pls be warned it can be very triggering

fela pure : cw incest, omorashi, oral, womb fucking, schoolgirl, exhibitionism. i accidentally watched this when i was like 17 and this is how i was introduced to omorashi

fella hame lips 1 + 2 : cw toys, breath play, boobjob, the girl is an onahole, masturbation, oral, creampies, spit/drool. the scene where he plugs her nostrils with his thumbs n then cums in her mouth so much it spurts out her nose in ep 1 is so insane

majuu jouka shoujo utea 3 : cw non/dubcon, yuri, titsucking, futanari, cosplay/fantasy, oral, creampies, masturbation. i havent watched the full series ive only seen this episode but its alright. i need more yuri hentai that isnt fucking weird torture stuff 😭

#sorry for oversharing!!! just wanted it out there that i dont condone this stuff #please proceed with caution and skip over the weird stuff!!!!! lmk if u end up watchinf any of these #ps sorry theres only one tentacle vid 😓 its hard finding stuff #♡.signed. sealed. delivered.

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organsoutsidelovinglydescribed · 5 months

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Welcome to the horrors!

Hi hi, @needle-noggins here. @mydetheturk and I are planning a Trigun Body Horror week, slated for Feb. 11-17th, 2024. The week is open to any and all works regarding Trigun and body horror.

Prompts are officially up and ready to go!

The AO3 Collection is also officially up! We just ask you not start posting things until the 11th.

If you've got any questions, please feel free to ask us!

In the meantime, we will be reblogging some of our favorite body horror-related fan works and spreading the word about the upcoming event. Enjoy!

Keep watching this space for further updates.

(many of the graphics have been created by the wonderful @hashtagcaneven)

#trigun #trigun maximum #trigun stampede #trigun 1998 #tristamp #trimax #trigun fanfic #trigun fanart #trigun fandom #body horror #dead doves abound here please proceed with caution #all ships welcome #no ships required #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #meryl stryfe #millions knives #legato bluesummers

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mxrtified777 · 6 months

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please read the summary and reviews for this cologne. It's hilarious

(some of my favorite summaries below the cut)

#WARNING FOR THE LINK: THE FRAGRANCE NOTES OF THE COLOGNE ARE VERY GROSS TO SAY THE LEAST. PROCEED WITH CAUTION #ask me about what fragrances i think each ibvs character would like/wear please ask me abou #my art #nevin jovel #ibvs #chris jackson #cologne shopping gone HORRIFICALLY WRONG #i dont even they sell this cologne at retail places. im pretty sure you can only get it online #but im obsessed with it and i want it so badly #stfu chris #doodles #fragrance

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maries-gallery · 3 months

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IMPORTANT

I'm going to be honest, part of why I've been so absent is also because I've been working on an original story of mine that deals with some of my trauma. And whilst writing this story I've realised a LOT of things that might not only apply to me. So I wanted to share a few things with people like me who've dealt with the same thing (unfortunately).

wc: mentions of sexual abuse and its consequences

When someone experiences sexual abuse there are lasting consequences, and some of which aren't talked about enough so I just wanted to give a heads up to all victims that they are not alone. We're in this together!

That said, after SA it is totally okay and normal if you experience things such as:

Hypersexuality: We often think victims of SA suffer from hyposexuality, a form of fear of sexual interactions. But the opposite is also true and it's nothing more than a way for your brain to cope with your trauma. It's a way to claim back control over your body when it's been taken from you and this is NOT something we can control. You are totally legit as a victim, even if your brain's response to trauma is hypersexuality. More often than not victims alternate between phases of hypo and hypersexuality, so this is completely NORMAL, and once again not something you can control.

Rape fantasies: This is something we victims are constantly shamed for because that is not very pretty nor aesthetic. But once again this is a normal response called "traumatic excitement" and NOT something you can control. This is a way for your brain to minimise the trauma you went through, because if you can fantasise about it then surely it wasn't that bad, except it was. So please, please, don't feel like this is your fault or like you're a freak because of this, as once again this is totally out of our control.

Troubles identifying whether your consent is a product of your own desires: One thing I've noticed is that often, us victims, have difficulty identifying whether we are really consenting to something because we want to or because we don't know how to say no or have forgotten how to. Once again that is normal, our relationship with our intimacy has been blurred by what happened to us, and it takes time to heal from this.

Feeling like your sexuality isn't your own anymore: I've noticed this as well and don't think I'm the only one, but sometimes we might feel disgusted by our own sexuality or it might evoke deep sadness within us. Part of me, and I don't know if that's just me, honestly felt like having sexual desire meant that maybe part of me deserved what happened to me and that it was wrong in a way. But guess what, your sexuality is YOUR OWN and no one else's, and just because someone have stolen your consent doesn't mean that you owe them anything. If anything they owe you for what they did to you. What happened to you is and will NEVER be your fault, it is theirs only (whatever was the context) and it is not for you to be ashamed of your sexuality. If anything they should be ashamed for what they did to you.

Anyways, these are just a few things I noticed during my introspection and whilst learning more about the subject. Please once again know that none of these are your fault and that these are not things to be ashamed of as they are just responses to trauma. There is no other culprit than the person who took your "no", your "silence" or your "maybe" for a "yes".

#marie.mailbox #rambles #please proceed with caution this is a bit triggering and heavy #But can also help a lot of people I feel #At least I know that realising these really helped me and took a weight off my shoulders

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