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aquarisma · 6 months
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Another night, another hunt - doing his bidding. There was no way out.
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captchristine · 1 year
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Betrayal 🐍☀️
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henderdads · 11 months
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Steve and Eddie start dating quickly after the events of Vecna. It goes good for a while. Steve falls harder than Eddie does and eventually they choose to end it after Eddie gets signed and moves away.
Steve wants to make the long distance work. Hell, he’d even go with Eddie if he’d asked. But he didn’t. Instead he broke up with Steve and left. It breaks Steve’s heart and he’s angry. He’s angry at himself for letting himself fall in love again. He’s angry at Eddie for leaving. They had a special connection. What they had was GOOD.
Steve tries to move on but he can’t. And that makes him resent Eddie and himself even more.
It’s a few years later when Eddie gets interviewed for a magazine and ends up on the cover. He was asked about his previous relationships and he talks about his ex. How he only dated him because he was given the chance to date the most popular guy in school and that the sex was incredible. It didn’t go beyond that though, or so he says in the interview.
Steve sees the magazine. He reads the article and he’s furious. It was more than sex on both ends. So why Eddie would say that doesn’t make any sense.
Word gets around. Everyone reaches out to Steve to make sure he’s okay. Especially Robin and Dustin.
Of course he’s not. His ex boyfriend is pretending like Steve never mattered.
He lets the anger grow and fester. Any time Eddie is in town he avoids him. Most of the members of the party side with Steve after the article is released too. How Eddie could turn on him like that hurts a lot. No one understands the reasoning behind it either and they’re all to angry to ask.
The truth is Eddie wasn’t over Steve. He still isn’t. But he let his emotions get the best of him and lashed out in a public setting when asked about his love life. But no one knows that.
Based on Nobody Likes a Secret by Lizzy McAlpine, listen here
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byebaicai · 8 months
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Soooo....I'm distilling my angst into art again so everyone can suffer with meeeeee
But, like, imagine if Crowley found a statue of Aziraphale like Michael's, but it's inside a church? ( ̶M̶a̶y̶b̶e̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶n̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶c̶h̶u̶r̶c̶h̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶g̶o̶t̶ ̶r̶e̶b̶u̶i̶l̶t̶ ̶a̶f̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶B̶l̶i̶t̶z̶) God, the delicious religious trauma 💔
Also very extremely normal about this song being something that he listens to in canon
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littlemissfix-itfic · 27 days
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The Bad Days
Dean Winchester, who holds the weight of the world on his shoulders, who is self-sacrificial, who hides his anguish between snarky sarcastic jokes and a flirty, I-know-I'm-hot smirk, who is protective and loyal to those he loves to a fault, is not immune to bad days. In fact, Dean has them frequently, but the bad days, and I mean the really bad days, where the weight he holds and tries to shoulder alone finally comes crashing down on him, and all he can think about are the people he couldn't save, and the people he thinks he's failed all flash through his mind, and all the ways he's let down the people that matter most to him are all that he can see when he takes in his desolate reflection, are the days that he falters, and the days where he needs you the most. Those days that he pushes everyone away the most, those are the bad days I'm talking about.
Sometimes they'll start off ordinarily, or as ordinarily as a day in the life of a Winchester, or of a hunter, can. Those are the days when the angish sneaks below his feet, circling in the shadows and ensnaring him on Sam's pointed jab, or a flash of deja-vu as he catches a glimpse of a face that looks like someone he couldn't save. The days that start off mundane for Dean are the ones where the hair trigger could be anything from a misinterpreted joke, to a hunt gone sour, could send him into a spiral that would take even the strongest archangel out of commission for months at a time. Other times, the days will start with a heart-stopping jolt, with a cold sweat drenching the back of his shirt. On days when his morning starts with a anxiety-riddled, gasp as he stretches his arm across the bed, desperate to find the grounding comfort of your sleeping form beside him, he is surly and mean, and does everything in his power to isolate himself and push everyone away. Not out of a vindictive anger, but out of a deep-rooted self-loathing that makes him believe that he deserves this pain, that he deserves to be forgotten, abandoned, and hated by the people he holds dearest.
These are the days where he needs you most. Don't get me wrong, he wants you, and needs you every day, but when he's in a spiral, on the days where even basic kindness seems like something he doesn't even deserve to dream about, these are the days that he needs all of your love and concern. All of the worry that he teasingly tells you is wasted on a strong man like him, that he gets into shouting matches with Sam and Castiel over because damnit he is not an incapable child!
So on days like that, hold him a little tighter. Dote on him a little more. Tell him that you love him, and that he deserves kindness and love and he is not evil, hell he's not even bad. Remind him that for every mistake he's made, he's fixed a hundred others, and for every person he feels he's failed, he's save a thousand more.
On days when Dean Winchester feels like the world would be better off had he never been born, remind him how glad you are that he was. Remind him of how loved he is, and cuddle a little closer to him, and pretend not to notice the way your shirt grows damp when he buries his head in your shoulder and finally, finally lets himself feel, lets himself cry.
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sunshiline-writes · 6 months
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Drabble: Good Dolls Don't Dream
More fucked up Drabble time from Sunny!!! uhh yeah this one's rough stay safe and heed warnings. CW: DEAD DOVE DON'T EAT, GORE, noncon body modifications (so so many), wire's through hands, stress positions, mentions of kidnapping, broken legs, whumpee is thought of and called a "doll" and "thing", stitching a person's mouth closed, some mouth gore I THINK I GOT EVERYTHING but if I didn't just let me know!
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Eyelids fluttering, breaths came in short gasps as whumpee slept. Whumper always enjoyed watching Whumpee sleep. They were always so beautiful. But today they were immaculate, strung up against the wall like this. Hands above their head held up by the wire through their hands. The sight was beautiful, the wire wrapping from the hole in their palms between each finger, creating an intricate pattern as it weaved in and out of their hand. 
Whumper had worked very hard to get the designs just right. The carvings in their skin, the wig stitched on, through their scalp. That was the worst part getting them to stay still enough to let them move the needle through the scalp. Then they had to start over because Whumpee had moved so much that the wig had gone on crooked. 
They always knew how to make things so difficult. Whumpee made a noise as their eyes fluttered open. Their eyes looked at them blearily. Whumper carded a hand through the fake hair on their head pulling the stitches lightly. They were a bit angry and red at the edge of their scalp, Whumper would fix that later. 
“Are you ready to be let down now darling?” 
Whumpee let out a choked whine before answering. “Please.. I’m so tired.” 
Whumper unhooked the chain that held the wires through Whumpee’s hand and let whumpee fall into them. Gently picking them up bridal style and carrying them to the bed. A mattress in the corner of the basement, and lays them down. They whimper as their legs are straightened and the blanket is put to their shoulders. Whumpee’s legs still look wrong after the last time Whumper broke them. They hated to do that, it ruined the perfectness of their little doll. But it had to be done after they had tried to escape a third time. They had let the legs heal the wrong way. Making sure there was never an attempt like that again. Dolls didn’t need to run or walk anyway. Dolls just needed to sit there and look pretty. Boy, was whumpee pretty. They had big brown eyes that shone when they cried, beautiful skin, their hair was the only thing that had been awful when they acquired the little thing. It used to be dyed a bright green color, now they had the beautiful black wig that was connected to their scalp. They were nearly perfect now. So close. 
“Can you tell me what you did wrong? Why you were punished?” Whumpee whimpered as Whumper gave a little tug on the wig, again pulling at the stitches on their scalp. “I-I.. said.. I wanted.. to go home..” they answered between sniffles and sharp breaths. 
“Mmhmm, and why was that wrong?” “Because… Because I am home..” “Good. Good. You know you’re nearly perfect,” Whumper, rubbed light circles on Whumpee’s back, sighing. “Just one last punishment. It’s not forever. You just need to learn not to say those types of things to me.” Whumpee stared up at them with wide eyes, tears filling them again. God they were so pretty when they were scared. 
“It.. It was just a stupid.. a stupid dream..” Whumpee tried to bargain with them. Whumper smiled softly, a finger placed on Whumpee’s lips. “Good Dolls don’t dream love.” 
Whumpee whimpered again, whumper stood up and left for a moment before returning with a shoe box. It was filled with different colors of thread and needles. They pulled out a needle and a purple thread. “I think purple would really make your eyes pop, don’t you agree?” They didn’t expect an answer as they set up the thread through the needle. “If you move I might rip more of your skin that what’s necessary, so try and stay as still as possible okay?” Whumpee pushed themselves away from Whumper as they straddled the younger person. Laughing a little, whumper shook their head. “You still need some work. That’s okay. I am very patient.” “No no no, please wait. I’ll be good. I’ll take the muzzle, I’ll wear the ball gag like you wanted earlier. Please,” a whimper as whumper brought the needle closer to their bottom lip. “PLEASE!!” They screamed out next. Whumper huffed and slapped Whumpee hard, “shut up and keep your mouth closed or I’ll make this worse. I’ll let you go a week with these in instead of just the rest of the day, understand? Nod if you understand.” Whumpee nodded slowly, sobbing softly as their lips pouted. Whumper laughed, tapping their cheek lovingly, “Just do what I say and you’ll be just fine love.” Then they pushed the needle through the bottom right corner of Whumpee’s mouth, and as the little doll cried out, Whumper grabbed their tongue with a gloved hand. Then they brought the needle through the tip of their tongue. Whumpee screamed and then quickly clamped their mouth shut as the needle was put through their upper lip. Whumper smiled as they saw blood drip down their lips and chin, gently wiping it away. “Good. Yes the purple looks very good on you. I should put you in purple more often.” Then they pressed the needle into their bottom lip again, repeating the process save for the tongue. They watched hungrily as Whumpee clenched their fists and sobbed quietly. By the time they had tied off the last of the stitch, Whumpee’s eyes had a glazed over look. “God you’re beautiful,” whumper whispered, pressing a kiss to Whumpee’s stitched lips, licking the droplets of blood that had collected on their lips. “The perfect little doll.”
Whumpee sobbed harder
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darkness-inthelight8 · 8 months
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THIS HURTS ME SO DEEPLY ON SO MANY LEVELS
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thatwannabewriter · 5 months
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Hey girlies! Definitely don’t listen to Back to December from the perspective of Ghost standing at Soap’s grave!!!
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starr234 · 8 months
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Sometimes you write something in 45 minutes and think “wow I should probably tell my therapist about this,”: or, Luke Skywalker Has a Breakdown
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quietly-by-myself · 1 year
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March Trope-A-Thon Day 2 - Conditioning + Pet Whump + Creepy Captor
March Trope-A-Thon Masterlist | Story Masterlist
This one is for Fearless. This drabble is non-canon, just a writing exercise. I hope it's still good whump though.
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CW: nonhuman whumpee, human whumpee, nonhuman whumper, intimate whumper, vampire/dhampir whumpee, pet whump, training, dehumanization, conditioning, collars, leashes
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Dimitar stroked Kaloyan’s collar gently, humming to himself. Ever since that day, when he forced Kaloyan to drain a mortal, Kaloyan had been perfect. Too perfect. In fact, Dimitar reckoned he could get Kaloyan to do just about anything.
Unlike Nikolay, who still disobeyed recklessly. No matter how many times Dimitar hurt him, no matter how many times Nikolay sustained dangerous injuries, he still disobeyed.
Dimitar had a feeling that Nikolay was one to break by seeing his fae creature injured.
Thus, Dimitar, petting Kaloyan’s hair, enjoying every moment of Kaloyan’s tense shaking, his fear, created a plan.
“Kaloyan, my dear,” Dimitar hummed, “You’ve been such a good boy. I think I should make you my pet.”
Kaloyan’s shaking stopped. His eyes grew wide.
“Yes, my dear. You won’t be hurt, unless you disobey me. You’ll get to leave this dungeon. It’ll be better, I promise.”
Kaloyan stayed quiet. Dimitar felt a muscle in his eye twitch. This wasn’t the response he wanted.
“Now, you’ll need to prove yourself.”
“M-Master, what about Nikolay?”
Dimitar’s eyes narrowed. “Do not speak of him. He isn’t anything to you anymore.”
That shut Kaloyan right up. Kaloyan whimpered a bit, just like a dog. Perfect.
“Now I want you to kneel.”
Kaloyan did exactly as he was told. He kneeled urgently, sinking lower than he already was. 
“Now, I want you to bow your head.”
Kaloyan bowed his head. Dimitar petted his hair gently. 
“Roll over.”
“What?”
Kaloyan’s voice shook, horrified. He looked up, disobeying Dimitar’s previous order. 
Dimitar grabbed Kaloyan’s hair. “Do you want to be punished again?”
Kaloyan whimpered, closing his crimson eyes. “No, Master.”
“Then, roll over. Kneel with your head bowed once you’re done.” Dimitar threw Kaloyan’s head back and waited patiently. 
After a couple minutes, Kaloyan did as he was told. He tucked his limbs in and rolled, going belly-up before he kneeled again, head bowed.
Dimitar smirked. “Good boy,” he cooed, petting Kaloyan’s hair. 
Kaloyan flinched away at first but Dimitar decided to let it slide. “Now, let’s show Nikolay.”
That got a reaction out of his new-found pet. Kaloyan looked up at Dimitar, before he quickly bowed his head again. He threw no fight as Dimitar put a leash on Kaloyan’s collar and led him to Nikolay’s cell.
“Now, Kaloyan, do you want to show your old friend your new trick?”
Kaloyan stayed still. Nikolay glared from his place on the floor, restrained. “What the fuck did you do to him, you bastard!?”
“You’ll see.” Dimitar leaned into Kaloyan, trying not to be upset with Nikolay. “Roll over.”
Kaloyan kneeled, bowed his head, then tucked his limbs to roll over on his back, before kneeling again. Dimitar could’ve laughed. The dhampir was tall. It was hilarious to watch him obey so perfectly and do what his body wasn’t meant to. 
The look on Nikolay’s face, the horror, the ire, the flaming hot hatred was glorious. Most of all, Dimitar caught something he hadn’t seen in Nikolay’s eyes before - hopelessness. 
Dimitar smirked wickedly. He didn’t need his words as he led Kaloyan back out of the cell, unrestrained, and gave him cooked blood as a treat.
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forgedroyalseal · 5 months
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And I wouldn’t marry me either:
The words echoed in his head.
“I’m sorry Will. I just- I can’t.”
It hadn’t been the reaction Will had expected when he proposed to Alyss. Not by a long shot. But looking back, it was the one he deserved. Because why would someone like Alyss want to marry him? She was beautiful and intelligent and perfect. And he was-
him
A mess of a man who could barely get out of bed for 3 months out of the year. Who spends every waking moment trying to be enough. And failing time and time again. A man who can’t even protect himself, much less those he loves.
It had been three days since Alyss had left him on his knees holding a silver band that was far too simple to be something to say yes to. Three days that Will had spent locked in his cabin, depriving himself of food and sunlight and human contact for the mere fact that he didn’t deserve it.
“I’m sorry Will. I just- I can’t.” Her words repeat over and over in his head day and night.
Can’t love him. Can’t want him. Can’t marry him.
Because who could?
Will stared up at his ceiling and wondered if a life deprived of love was a life worth living. After all, if Alyss, beautiful, intelligent, perfect Alyss, who had known him all his life, who had promised she’d always be there for him, couldn’t love him, who could? She had seen all of him, and decided it wasn’t enough. He wasn’t enough. How could he ever think she’d say yes? That she’d tie herself down to a man like him?
To be honest, he doesn’t want to spend the rest of his life with himself either.
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holly-fixation · 1 year
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Just Once
Summary: Lucrecia Crescent begs Hojo to let her see her son. He mocks her and questions how her experiment is going. Except this time, she tries, even if it doesn't work in the end. She shows the instincts of a true mother.
Author’s Note: I will not lie, I do not like Lucrecia Crescent. However, I always believed that one scene throughout the flashbacks of Dirge of Cerberus would save her character. This is that scene. 
“Give him back!” Her hands were on his shoulders, shaking them desperately as she cried and begged, “Give my son back!” He stole her baby. She tried to ignore her guilt and pain by saving and fixing the man floating in the tank nearby. But it didn’t work. Her anxiety and guilt and fear only ate away at her more and more each day. This was her last chance to fix it, to fix everything.
His sneer never changed, his shrill voice cutting through her resolve just as always. He never bothered fighting back. In fact, he never once lifted a hand to her. She always backed down herself, and he never thought unnecessary defense was worth his time. “And how is your experiment proceeding?” He mocked, not a single concern for either of them in his voice. 
She pushed off him and stumbled back, trying to hide from the power he held over her for so long. Her sobs wouldn't stop. “I don’t know!” She yelled, clawing for any kind of reaction out of him, to make his emotions as out of control as her own. To get any emotion out of him besides cold indifference and logical analysis. “I don't know and I don't care!”
He didn't bother moving, his chin a touch high in the air. He knew his presence alone was enough to keep her back.
She knew that too. 
“Let me see him! JUST ONCE!”
Despite the power she desperately tried to throw behind her voice, all that left his lips after a pause was a contorted chuckle at her futile argument.
What else could she do? She continued stumbling over the desks and monitors as her mind reeled with her ever worthless attempts. 
He won.
He always won.
He always got what he wanted.
His title.
His project. 
Her son.
Her son.
Her baby boy. 
Maybe. Just Once. Maybe one time was enough. She was falling apart. It was now or never. Her eyes shifted to the various bottles and tubes of the lab, flasks and beakers and pipettes and test tubes. All glass. All fragile just like her. Just like her baby. Her fingers twitched. An instinct deep inside finally snapped into place, finally screamed over her own anxieties and fears. 
I want my baby. 
I want my baby. 
I want my baby!
Suddenly she grabbed the first glass she could and crashed it against the desk. The end fractured and sharpened while the cracks slicing her skin became the hilt of her new weapon. She thrusted towards Hojo with the serrated edge to his neck.
“GIVE ME BACK MY BABY!”
Yet what she believed was a true threat to the man before her could not be more feeble. She was still five feet away, holding a weapon that already damaged her defensively without taking another step forward. His black eyes locked with hers, and he did not bother taking a single step forward or back. In fact, he put his hands in his pockets casually and spoke with the most deadly calm she ever heard in her life. 
“If you take a single step towards me, I will torture the boy without hesitation.”
Her breath hitched and her body froze. He claimed her son as his experiment. He wouldn't risk destroying his data… would he? “Y-you're lying!”
“Oh, Lucy…” His victorious smirk already began crawling out again. “We still don't understand the true capabilities of Jenova cell regeneration. It would be a fine test within the experiment. A fine set of data indeed.”
She couldn’t form words, her throat clogged with the threat alone. Torture her baby. Torture her baby? What should she do? What could she do?
The look in his eyes answered the question for her. 
Nothing.
She could do nothing. 
Hojo simply glanced from the makeshift weapon to the floor. “Put it down.”
Her motherly instincts dropped it for her, the weakened glass shattering to sand on the tile floor. She fell to her knees, despair deep in her heart. 
“See?” His slimy voice cursed her ears one last time as he turned away and walked out of the room. Her eyes were on the ground, staring at the glass, staring at just another failure as his voice echoed off the walls. “I always know what’s best.”
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Thanks for reading.
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isekai-ideas · 5 months
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Isekai idea where instead of the protagonist being slapped into a happy lucky fantasy world, they’re slapped into a world like a heavy metal album cover, several years into a Zombie Apocalypse, the world is a harsh war torn wasteland, and for some reason there’s still dragons. There’s no sweet wholesome moments in this one it’s just objective: survive. but they do get to be kickass at Magic so there’s one upside. (This is the world for writers who like to make sweet characters and then proceed to drop kick, stab, and emotionally wreck them into a harsh personality for character development) also, if this ever gets made into an anime, it has to have a new flavor of metal for every new season’s opening and ending, starting off of course with classic metal and death metal
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jeahtastic · 8 months
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Crowley hiding his tears during that scene as I scream at the screen: BABY YOU ARE KENOUGH
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whumpookies · 11 months
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Teşkilat bölüm 68-69
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Ömer attempts to reach his father Efkar with explosive repercussions.. believing his dead, linked to this gifset as it's the start.
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deansluvbot · 1 year
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crimson rivers chapter 57 spoilers
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god zar, the amount of pain i felt reading that. i cried so hard
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