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epistrefei · 18 hours
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@sorrowsick continued from here
It is true that the Goddess seethes. It is dangerous for someone with so much raw power to veer to the very precipice of no longer controlling it. That is what consumes her now; the containing, the placing of wet sand around a wildfire burning far too hotly for anyone to approach. Zahrosa risks herself here, for she steps close to it, into it, and offers herself up to be burnt and consumed. Artemis wants to hurl petty insults and declare her stupidity in volunteering for such a thing, to be hurt in the most painful, creative of ways—but this ire is not reserved for her. It never is.
In the blink of an eye, Artemis' hand has grabbed Zahrosa's, just hovering over her skin. Were she to squeeze any tighter, perhaps the black stone would crack and crumble to dust. She ached to try it, just to see, just to feel.
"Unwise," Artemis threatens, but her voice has multiplied like a dizzying mirage, a reproduction of how many lives she has lived, like a Leviathan reborn. She stares at Zahrosa, through Zahrosa, walking the witch backwards until she has cornered her like a rabbit trapped in its burrow, twisting the arm like doll's joints till she shoves her against the jagged face of the mountain side, her front pressed to Zahrosa's back.
Artemis inhales, like a wolf tracking a scent. She has Zahrosa's. "I could dissect you. Peel your skin from the frame, chew on the sinew." Her free hand grasps where the burn scars licked up her thighs. Nails dig in so deeply that crimson runs already—there is no consideration, here. "Scorch you until all of you matches. Body and limb, an inky black. Begging for mercy, for empathy, for death—and I will serve you none, just pain."
Even through these brutal words, she exercises extraordinary restraint. She could have unceremoniously ripped the woman limb from limb, but she cannot. Zahrosa is special. Zahrosa deserves her most devoted attention, not a sloppy, ill-fated ending.
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Tyre Nichol’s mother has set up a memorial fund to help pay for mental health services for his family and a memorial skate park in his name. If you cannot donate, please share.
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fog-and-the-frost · 4 months
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polyamorouspunk · 2 years
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(I feel like I had an emoji for my anons but for the life of me I can't remember them and scrolling/searching your blog turned up nothing so I'm just gonna assume it was 🌠?? Since that's in my recent emojis.)
Anyways confession time cuz I need to get this off my chest. I've been having a lot of bpd fits as of late and it's been making my relationships difficult, or rather one of my relationships since my bpd decided to turn one of my partners into a fave person.
He's not the best at understanding mental health, he hardly understands anxiety and depression and you'd think those are the easiest to understand since they're so common. He tries to still be there for people even though he just doesn't get it, but it makes it really hard for me to explain my bpd attacks that end up with me making stupid mistakes.
I've certainly gotten better with my bpd, but I still lash out sometimes, I still accuse and gaslight without even realizing it. It takes a couple seconds after I've said the stupid thing for me to realize what I did, and I try really hard to apologize and make up for it and be better in the future, but I wish it was easier to explain that God I don't do this on purpose.
Cuz Ig if you don't deal with intrusive thoughts and panic attacks and crap like that in any capacity you just can't see how that's done on accident. He asked if I found it fun to do that stuff and I just broke, like... No, I don't. I really truly don't. I wish I was able to handle these feelings more effectively and not hurt him. He's never done anything wrong, just bc he doesn't understand what my brain is like to have doesn't mean he's treating me like shit.
...honestly, the fact that he's still with me, still planning on living with me, still loving me, still actively wanting me around proves that he still cares deeply for me even though I can't control my anger sometimes.
I just wish my bpd, my trauma, didn't affect our relationship so much. I'm grateful for his patience with me but God damn I wish I was less volatile.
Someday I'll get therapy. I want it really bad. This country sucks with making it easy to get but I want it someday.
I hope your life is going well btw Punk, your blog makes me really happy in the punkiest polyamorousiest way. Thanks for running it and talking with us followers, you're genuinely a really cool guy -🌠
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Oh my god anon I’m so sorry to hear that. I’ve been open about my struggles with what I now know as bpd in the past. I totally get the “I just acted that way and I couldn’t control it”. I reached the point of being physically abusive to my partners and it was awful. Sometimes it got so bad I would just dissociate and feel like I was trapped inside myself unable to control my reactions.
My bpd has been acting up again since the little accident I got into yesterday, feeling like “I made a mistake so obviously I need to go home and kill myself” (not really but like simple mistake = suicidal ideation over them).
Someone once asked me how my bpd worked and I was like I over react and feel way too much at everything. Yesterday as I was going through all of this my brain was like “best way to describe to someone how my bpd works? I got lost once and I had suicidal ideation over it for 2 months after.”
I just had some bad dreams of being super jealous and being hurt and blah blah blah and i can feel my chest hurting and my brain is just telling me all the bad things you know? And my coping mechanism mentally is literally just picturing graphic self harm, which I’ve been on a kick of since my accident because of all the feelings.
Like god having bpd is so bizarre how do I explain to someone I gently rear ended someone by mistake yesterday and I’m dealing with it by imagining torturing myself and self mutilation.
I’m feeling that “I want to lash out because I’m hurting so much”, the “I wanna start shit because I don’t feel well”, the guilt-tripping, the manipulation, all of it. It’s so fucking hard knowing you’re a shitty fucking person who hurts people, and then when they stick around? And they still want to be with you? Sometimes you wish they would just leave because that’s what you deserve: if you’re going to hurt people you deserve to be alone and miserable and you deserve the pain. And when they stay you just feel so, so guilty. Screaming crying why am I such an awful person why can’t I just be normal why can’t I just love someone without ruining it. Yeah I feel that anon I’m so sorry.
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fandom-trash-goblin · 25 days
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HOW DO YOU LIVE KNOWING YOU WEREN'T WORTH SAVING?
Isaac & Abraham
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onejellyfishplease · 6 months
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SnapDonnie, Containment Breach, Part 4
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... Well that's the end of the cold open episode!! for more, please see the masterpost
I hope you all enjoyed this little dally into horror, I know I did!
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oat-pup · 5 months
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dweamychuchus · 2 months
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is it okay to request cry of fear simon rentry graphics, if so cant wait to see em!! ^_^
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simon henriksson rentry graphics!
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transmasccofee · 8 months
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the time loop chapter is so fucked up i think about it every day and reading the manga its worse because there’s certain dialogue that was cut out of the anime (presumably to make it acceptable for kids)
Like ok. im gonna give a play by play from Saiki’s POV. so you can For a second imagine how much stress Saiki had to be under.
Imagine walking home from school and out of nowhere you get trapped in a time loop, already bad, but you can get out of it easy- except uh oh! now you are in ANOTHER time loop. ok, fine, get out of that. It goes on so long that you eventually stop being able to process anything around you but whatever, its fine. EXCEPT UH OH! A THIRD TIME LOOP! This time you are trapped in a loop of watching your best friend run into traffic to protect a small child, and the only one able to save them from dying brutally is you. You save the day, great, Unfortunately this is a time loop and now you’re trapped in this hell, watching your best friend dive in front of a moving truck. You need to have an empty mind to leave this, but thats hard because you also have to keep them from getting flattened. You’re getting more and more exhausted, but thats fine. You watch them get brutally killed in various ways thousands of times, over and over and over and over again, but thats fine. it’s still looping. you keep failing to save them. it’s still looping.
Rather than emptying your mind, Eventually you just disassociate, its gone on so long that your body is moving on its own. You are so tired, and you’ve seen your best friends organs on the road now probably a couple hundred times at this point (seriously Wtf Asou) and so it’s all just blended into the background.
You disassociate so hard your mind is empty. Your body moves on its own to save them. The Time Loop is finally over. You went through this 16,785 times.
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creepy-can · 8 months
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re-drew a panel from this small comic.
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gay-rad-desert · 4 months
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Sometimes not being able to see something is actually quite a good thing.
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elipapayo · 28 days
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Crosses clutched at door frames
The water is mixed with the blood of the lamb
In which the preacher maims –
Who do I blame?
There is no one here,
Just me and my shame.
Dressed in white fleece,
My friend, my foe, my mirror,
One of us will get off this leash,
Even if we must take the other's head in solidarity.
O, Lamb, cloaked in innocence,
What is freedom if not violence?
Your plants will not save you,
Sink your teeth into my heart and know what it means to be human.
Humanity a disease,
Humanity a blessing,
Humanity a curse,
Humanity a gift.
They say the first signs of us were a healed femur.
If I nursed yours back to health, are you henceforth now a person?
Your beady eyes reflect mine, asking me once again,
“Why, Why, Why?”
But as I carve open your chest,
only one answer comes.
“To be Holy,
To be Holy,
One must sin.”
-Your only sin was to trust, I’m so sorry. G
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folklouire · 11 days
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ɪ'ᴍ ᴏɴʟʏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇɴᴛᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴᴍᴇɴᴛ
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Torture of Prometheus, Salvator Rosa (c. 1646-1648)
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ravenzeppeli · 1 month
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🩸Get What You Deserve |Ghiacco x Reader Dark Lemon|
Warning: this is a dark lemon, meaning this one shot is extremely graphic, horror. 18+ only. this one shot contains strong violence, blood, violent noncon, pee/poop, beating, graphic threats, and humiliation. do not read if any of these things trigger you.
     The silence that filled the air was more terrifying than the cold look that your boyfriend gave you.. you've made a huge mistake and instead of telling him you hid it for weeks until he ended up finding out by looking through your old emails. During a rocky part of your relationship you exchanged questionable emails with your ex, emails that involved sexting and even a few nudes.. you didn't delete them but you stopped when Ghiacco apologized and you thought that you could just forget about it but he found out.. he found the messages.
       "You fucking cheating slut, how fucking dare you cheat on me! What the fuck!" He finally screamed, roughly slamming your body against the wall, hand slapping your left cheek, leaving a sharp sting behind. Visibly, his entire body shook with anger, dark eyes bulging from his head, light blue hair a frizzy mess on top of his head. "You sent him pictures of your fucking pussy and tits, what the fuck Y/N! Bitch!" He screamed louder, hand slapping your cheek again before wrapping around your throat, holding you in place.
       The sting was dull, meaningless to the pain and guilt that you felt in your heart for what you did to him. Despite him neglecting you and pushing you aside you shouldn't have cheated.. you should have talked to him but you didn't. "Please forgive me, it was a mistake that I made months ago! I stopped messaging him and it meant nothing!" You explained to him, entire body stiffening as his grip around your neck tightened.
      "You know what.. how about this Y/N?" He let you go, raising his hands as he stepped back. "I'll forgive you if you let me punish you. I want to humiliate you and hurt you.. make you feel my pain. It's either that or pack your shit and get the fuck out of my goddamn house," he spoke calmly now, the sudden calmness making you uncomfortable.
       The silence that followed afterwards, the way his bulging dark eyes stayed glued to your face, his raised hands balling into fists so tight that you could see the pale white of his knuckles showing. The dull sting in your cheek made you stay in touch with reality, reminding you that you were in a situation where you were the prey and your husband was the predator. You cheated though.. your disloyalty to your husband just because your marriage was falling apart was no excuse to cheat on him. Especially because you deeply regretted it afterwards, realizing that you only love Ghiacco. Was that love enough to allow him to punish you? Who knows what he- a fucking assassin would do to you.
       "You didn't touch me for seven months Ghiacco, not even a single hug or gentle touch! You slept in the guest bedroom and you made me feel unloved all because of your doubts about loving me! I needed you and you left me!" You yelled at him, feeling foolish immediately. Those seven months were extremely painful though.. you were so certain that he was going to divorce you until he came home one day and apologized. You should have apologized and told him the truth that day.
      "I was cold but I was loyal to you- I've never once cheated on you nor have I ever thought about it! I feel fucking terrible for what I did to you but I've made up for it, I've been such a good husband to you because I'm so god damn certain that I fucking love you!" He was back to screaming, his buttons were so easy to push but for once you understood why he was angry. "Since you want to act like this then go ahead and pack your shit, get the fuck out you cheating whore. Filthy slut," he sneered, face bunching up in disgust as he looked at you. He was repulsed with you.
       "No, no please! Okay, I'll let you do whatever you want to me! Punish me, but please don't make me leave! I'm so sorry, I never meant to hurt you!" You couldn't make any excuses for yourself.. you messed up and you had to own up to it. You got on your hands and knees, looking up at him with eyes that were starting to water. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean it. I was just so lonely.." it wasn't an excuse.. nothing was.
        He shook his hand, unzipping his pants. "Bow your head unless you want piss in your eyes, I don't want to damage your sight." He dropped his pants and underwear, wrapping his hand around his limp cock, walking closer, pointing it down over your head. "Hurry up or fucking pack whore, I'm not fucking playing with your cheating punk ass."
        You bowed your head, entire body trembling as you closed your eyes, your hair falling over your face, providing a curtain so he couldn't see you. You didn't want this at all, this was disgusting and downright humiliating but what other choice did you have in the matter? If you didn't comply he was going to leave you and you knew for a fact that it wasn't just a threat. You were his wife and only his.. but because you sexted and sent another guy nudes all that was compromised.
       "You told him that you were going to leave me, that I never touched you and even if I did my touch would be repulsive to you. When we made up I fucked the shit out of you and you squirted all over my cock, fingers, and in my mouth ten times in one night. Was I repulsive then?" He questioned, letting his bladder loose as you felt warm piss coat your head, soaking your hair with his urine. "Since you're such a filthy slut I'll coat you with my piss. What do you have to say to me? Do you think that you deserve this?"
       You were mentally extremely weak, tears rolling down your cheeks already as the strong scent of urine filled toot nostrils, running down your neck. You wanted to vomit but you stopped yourself, swallowing the puke that dared to spill from your mouth. "I-I do deserve this, I'm so sorry," you whispered, just wanting this to be over. You were being pissed on like a dirty whore.. this is fucking humiliating.
       He leaned down, grabbing your arm and yanking you up. "Showing your body to some man, you are only suppose to show your body to me! I can't believe you.. you don't know how badly this hurts me! If you would have told me right away I wouldn't have been this angry.. it's the fact that you've hid it from me for almost an entire year." He sighed, slipping your nightgown off of your body, leaving you completely nude and sticky with his piss. "I read every single message three times, studied every nude you sent him.. did you ever fuck him? He was your coworker.. did you let him fuck you?"
       This was it.. this was the ultimate betrayal that you were admitting. "We had sex twice," you whispered, knowing that you couldn't lie because he already knew. He read every message so he knew exactly what you did to that other man. Fuck.. you felt so bad. You were a horrible person, the worst of the worst.
       He nodded his head, his cock suddenly springing to life as he leaned over his work pants that rested on the hardwood floor, pulling the thin leather belt from the loops. "Go bend over the kitchen table for me."
      You walked past him quickly, pushing the wooden chair to the side, bending over the glass kitchen table. The belt in his hands.. he was going to beat you. "I'm so sorry Ghiacco, please don't hurt me I promise that he meant nothing to me! It didn't meant anything, please believe me!" You cried out, your heart finally staring to rapidly beat as you felt true fear. Why in the fuck did you cheat?
      His bare feet gently padded against the hardwood floor, his hand resting on the small of your back, cool fingers tracing your spine. "I don't give a fuck, I don't feel bad for you. You're a cheating whore and you're getting what you deserve. Spread your legs for me and place your hands behind your back, I'm done talking and so are you."
      You spread your legs, placing your hands behind your back. You were done talking, knowing that if you pushed his buttons you would suffer the consequences. As soon as you spread your legs you were instantly greeted by the leather belt smacking your clit, causing your legs to snap shut and your body to raise. "Ow, fuck!" You cried out, hot tears filling your eyes as pain shot through your clit, leaving a severe sting behind. "No, it hurts too bad! Please don't make me have to do that, please baby!" You were instantly pushed back down, your hands being pinned behind your back as a painful smack was landed on your bottom, another on your clit once more. "Ow, ow!" You whined, sobbing as more blows landed, your ass and pussy turning a bright red.
      "You already agreed to it, I'm not letting you back out now! Your lucky that I didn't divorce you on the spot! I could have killed you, I could have fucked you to death if I wanted but I love you!" One more smack was landed on your clit so hard that pee escaped from you, your legs trembling as a thin line of urine escaped. "Scared? Good, I hope you're scared. This will scare you even more." He dropped the belt, his hard cock lining up with your anus, pushing himself into your untouched hole- you've never had anal with Ghiacco or anyone until now.
       "No!" You practically screamed as he entered you, pain shooting through your entire body even more, more pee escaping you, trailing down your trembling legs. Your head was shoved into the table, painful thrusts stretching your asshole to its limits. Blood was forming because you weren't prepared for this, blood and shit. "Y-you're humiliating me! Stop it, please stop it! I'm going to shit myself, please!" You begged him, your sobs muffled as his hand stayed firm on the back of your head.
       "That's the point! Since you cheated on me like a dirty slut then you'll be treated like one!" He screamed at you, voice piercing your eardrums as he violently thrusted his cock in and out of your ass, your blood providing lube for him. "If you ever cheat on me again I'll fuck you to death. I'll let all my teammates fuck you any way they please then I'll shove a knife up your pussy and fuck you with it until you die!" His free hand smacked your ass, adding onto the sting.
       That was it.. this moment was the string that broke you, the moment that you mentally snapped. You shit all over yourself, the shit and blood oozing out lightly, running down your thighs as your sobs became violent.. you were broken. You said nothing, no replies but your pathetic sobs, your tears clouding your vision. You didn't care about wanting to be forgiven anymore, you just wanted to be dead. You cheated on him.. you guessed you deserved this but you were in so much pain. Death would have been better.
       Ghiacco pulled out of you without cuming, shit and blood squirting out of your anus as soon as he pulled out. "Good, glad to hear that you've learned your lesson. I forgive you now." His touch left yours but you stayed bent over, being too weak to move. "I am sorry that I hurt you as badly as I did but you shouldn't have cheated. Want me to give you a bath? I will comfort you if you'll let me." His voice was soft now, you could even hint a tad bit of guilt.
       "Yes, yes please," you whispered, your voice cracking. You stayed still, feeling absolutely humiliated and disgusted with yourself. You were covered in your piss and his and you shit yourself, not to mention the pain that you were in. You've never felt so terrible in your entire life..
     He picked you up in his arms, your head instantly burying in his neck. You didn't want to look in his eyes, the shame that you felt was just as bad as the pain that you felt. "I'll never hurt you like this again as long as you don't cheat baby, just stay loyal and I won't hurt you. That's all," he muttered, rubbing your bottom with his hand as he carried you to the bathroom, the guilt in his tone becoming more clear.
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gone-below · 1 year
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When I'm covered in violence will you look at me the same?
Will your eyes still hold wonder and lips utter praise?
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WHY is it that when i am JOYFUL these thoughts return
like i am rejoicing that a temptation that has existed in some form for five or six years has now finally been defeated (a specific attraction that was wrong on every level, I saw its object today and felt nothing more than the perfectly expected and proper friendship). and BAM we've been thinking of suicide and or self harm ever since
and yeah honestly at this point. give me a reason why i shouldn't break my streak. because i want to so bad.
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