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little-pondhead · 2 months

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I’m Not The Sun

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Y'know, when Kon ‘died’, do you think a grieving Tim could have mistaken Danny for his best friend? Do you think that, in a moment of desperation and exhaustion, he might've kidnapped a floating Danny in an attempt to bring Kon home? And when he realized he kidnapped a random civilian, do you think he still kept Danny for a while as a replacement for Kon?

Do you think Danny got tired of being called 'Conner' after the first week but was too distressed himself to correct Tim? Trying to leave or tell the fellow teen his name was Danny was obviously sending the kid into a spiral. He seemed to think Danny was the dead spirit of his best friend. Maybe if he played along, this Conner guy would show back up?

Hopefully, before Tim completes his cloning research. Danny's been doing everything he can to sabotage the equipment, but even with ghost powers on his side, Tim is a smart person. Every time Danny sets him back one step, Tim takes two steps forward. And since he's well outside of his haunt, Danny is starting to feel weak and ill from lack of ectoplasm. He's running out of time.

Do you think Kon would feel upset that his best friend replaced him?

#dpxdc #pondhead blurbs #like #crack can happen #but i just want a gut wrenching story about tim's emotional breakdown #and he's smart but everything he's doing is making everything worse and worse #danny doesn't know he's red robin #he can't leave the nest or where ever tim took him to #he just knows he's getting weaker by the day #using invisibility has never been harder #the one time he tried to sneak out #tim found him in an hour #and spiraled so hard danny panicked and promised not to leave again #well guess what ghost boy?#promises are important to ghosts :)#he physically cannot leave tim now even tho it is causing him harm #tim is just off the rails with grief #he eventually realizes danny isn't kon but keeps calling him such to keep a thread of sanity #and continues with the cloning attempts #danny is just horrified and doesn't know what to do #i'm opening this up for some super angst on danny's side too #like imagine he had a bad reveal and he messed up with this powers #and now tim thinks he's the dead spirit of fucking superboy come to reincarnate into the shell of an empty clone #danny's powers are getting weaker and his control is slipping #so it's not exactly helping his case #queued post

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followerofmercy · 6 days

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Arlecchino is a parent in the same way House MD is a doctor

#arlecchino #genshin #character analysis #doing insane fucked up shit that could cause lasting mental emotional AND physical harm #but in the given circumstances are actually a net good

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total-drama-brainrot · 3 months

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something something trent hears the voice of an angel absolutely belting the lyrics to Since U Been Gone (kelly clarkson) in the communal showers and is immediately enamoured by the power their pipes command, so he (casually and totally not creepily) waits outside of the stall, leaning against the sinks with his arms crossed, to see who the owner of such heavenly vocals is only to be taken aback when cody- 5'3 scrawny weirdo extraordinaire- leaves the stall, catches sight of trent looming over him like his high school bullies, realises his one-man-concert was overheard and subsequently does his best imitation of a radioactive tomato with how red his face flushes from embarrassment.

trent's even more taken aback when, instead of acknowledging him or even awkwardly absconding from the situation before he could be confronted ,cody makes a noise reminiscent of a kettle's whistle and goes to hide back in the stall, only to slip over on the wet floor and smash his head against the wall.

something something sparks the first embers of the drama brothers.

#like that once scene in Elf but instead of joining in with the song trent just puts the fear of god into cody post-shower #i chose that song in particular bc it's just pop-rock enough to appeal to trent's tastes. it's also one of the biggest 2005 hits #very era appropriate 😌#cody exists for me to cause emotional and physical harm to sorry i don't make the rules #(something about peter oldring's characters being prime punching bag material...)#total drama #the drama brothers #td trent #td cody #trody #if you squint #silly headcanons #kinda drafty in here (posts from the drafts)

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infamous-if · 1 year

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Maybe I am wrong but Seven and Mc, even if they "hate" eachother or just Seven "hates" Mc, they seem like they would still do anything to keep eachother safe. Like I see all this hate and contempt by Seven ( in my Mcs case, she doesn't hate Seven ) but in a life-threatening situation for example, I think Seven would even be scared.

I just thought some really angsty scenarios that probably have no place in this story but still 😔

Seven would never willingly stand by and see MC get hurt, no. Not even as enemies. They're not built like that.

#seven lawless #mc #inbox #hence why they broke up the fight #and called MC an idiot #because MC was putting themself in harms way unnecessarily #demo spoilers #physical harm*#emotional harm..#well seven is guilty of it in the first place #womp womp

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gilly-moon · 1 month

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Looking back on Shattered Pieces, and realizing that...damn....I should've put WAY more whump into it

#so many lost opportunities for physical & emotional harm #should've had even more festering wounds and painful dialogue #and long and agonizing recovery periods!!!!#oh well #time to write a new fic with loads of whump to compensate!

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cursed-40k-thoughts · 2 months

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command me, cursed daddy :3

Daddy needs you to hold a spool of wire and some zip ties while he finishes fixing a fence

#I'm convinced fences actually break just so they can cause you physical and emotional harm

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thissmycomingofage · 3 months

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OK you know what ? Fuck that. Fuck her. That's it. I'm done with her. Done with her.

#never expect any positive taylor related content on this blog again #that's the straw that breaks the camel back #he's a college student!!!#using public data!!!!#elon fucking musk didn't drag him to court #and with this coming to light right after the grammys and just before the eras tour starts again?#oh isn't that convenient #I'm so mad #so mad you can't get it!#the energy I wasted defending her #I'll never get that back #I'm this close to wish I never even grew an interest in her music because it's too precious to me to ever let go #but her as a person..? we're so done #“direct and irreparable harm #as well as emotional and physical distress.”#“no legitimate interest in or public need for this information #other than to stalk #harass #and exert dominion and control.”#fuck you fuck you fuck you #can you be less self aware ???#we do care actually to know how one woman destroys our planet without a trace of care #this is sickening I swear to god #this is a pure pr move filled with nastiness and manipulation #they claim to act following the law but do not present any of said laws #funny how she's the only celeb to take suck actions #SO funny right??#artist: taylor swift #text #oli schist!

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scrimple · 2 months

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I can regulate my emotions just fine as long as I can cut myself :3

#bunny talks #988blr #988twt #styr0twt #styr0blr #i’m ok just venting #block don’t report #Playing a game called lets see how long it’ll take me to attempt suicide while I’m off my meds #Why is being self-destructive so bad for me anyways?#My self-harm only affects me physically #It doesn’t affect anyone else. Just me and my body #So Why do therapists want me to stop so badly? Hey at least I’m not killing myself! Shouldn’t you be happy for me?#Be happy for me just as happy as cutting makes me feel #I’m so happy #So happy so calm #‘it affects those who care about you’ just stop caring about me. I am not worth positive emotions #Pretend I don’t exist #Pretend I’ve died already #Pretend you never met me #I don’t deserve anyone’s kindness or care #I’m so sorry for convincing everyone that I’m a good person #Please believe me when I say I’m the worst #Please. I don’t want to hurt anyone else #This is all I have please just let me have this #I only post about it here so I can keep track of when I relapse please I swear I’m not attention seeking please don’t look at me #Don’t look at me don’t perceive me don’t please don’t #I am not here. I never was

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inkblot22 · 7 months

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Jamil Headcanons

Hmm. This would have been a lot longer if I had no self-control or the desperate need for sleep. Enjoy! (It also just dawned on me that it should be more sensible for me to be more scared of Jamil than of Rook, Floyd, or Jade, and I now think this is a very funny thought. Anyways-)

This one is sort of brutal, so TW for yandere, captivity, betrayal (?), physical abuse, emotional abuse, kidnapping, drugging, bone breaking, and a hint of Stockholm syndrome.

I like to think that when Jamil becomes lovesick for someone, that person already likes him. Between the two of them, you would think that you were the creepier one in this situation, since your little schoolkid crush on him has devolved into your every waking thought being consumed by him, his smug little smirk, the way his eyes change color in the light, the silkiness of his hair… it goes on and on and you can’t sleep without seeing him in your dreams.

While that sounds fine and dandy, it isn’t. You’re trying to keep it a secret because you’re pretty certain Jamil only wants to be friends, floating by on the thin hope that your feelings will fade with time, but Kalim’s narrow behind has caught onto the fact that you like his one-sided best friend and has made it a point to obliviously make your life a living hell.

It comes to a head when you’re hanging out at Scarabia one afternoon, Jamil comes in to serve the two of you tea- you because he considers you a friend and Kalim out of nothing but duty- and Kalim opens his big mouth and just blurts out your secret.

“Did you know that they like you?” If you could die on command, you would. You want the earth to swallow you whole, but because your nerves hate you just as much as the universe, you end up just sweating as though you entered a volcano and laughing awkwardly as Jamil sniffs and responds in the worst way possible.

They always say that the worst someone can say when you ask them out is no. They never say what the worst thing someone can say when you get ratted out for your borderline obsession for them. Jamil answered that question very easily.

“What? I knew they were a creep, but I didn’t know that I was their target.”

Yeah… So it only makes sense that you decide to give him space. A lot of space. He doesn’t see you for several weeks and he is not pleased by your decision to avoid him.

Where you believe he thinks you’re a raving, drooling stalker, he sees someone pathetic who admires him, as he should be admired. And losing that admiration is something he doesn’t handle very healthily.

In those weeks that you don’t see him, he’s snappy, more sardonic than usual, seeing his classmates and even some of those who he respects as writhing maggots wasting his time. All he wants to see is your shy smile as you compliment him for something minor.

A lifetime of receiving nothing but disdain or flat apathy for doing his best has caused something of a fever to engulf him when he loses the one person whose opinion he cares about.

So he devises a plan- it’s easy. You have a bad habit of compromising your comfort for other’s, so he asks Kalim to throw a party and invite you.

Predictably, you show up. He hands Kalim a drink and asks him oh-so-nicely to give it to you. Kalim’s so amicable, he does exactly as told, and you’re so…pathetic, so you drink it all without question.

You’re slumped against the wall in minutes. You rouse in his room, tied by your wrists and ankles, barefoot and jacketless with a pounding headache.

The room reeks of his skin- a mixture of fresh soil, star anise, and mellow molasses. You figure out where you are almost immediately.

And he enters. And your mind immediately goes to panic mode.

See, where he sees you and is pleased by your presence, you see him and believe that he brought you here to kill you.

It’s illogical. Completely bonkers. But after not seeing him for nearly a month and having your last interaction be so bad? It only makes sense that maybe he wants to hurt you.

Besides that, Jamil is a champ at holding grudges. That’s one of his many talents. He can hold a grudge as though it’s sewn to his skin.

So, unlucky you, for pissing him off by avoiding him. He sort of just talks down to you for a few hours, feeds you some really delicious saffron rice (which he will never tell you he slaved over,) and then unties you so you can go to the bathroom.

That last one struck you as strange, but it makes sense when you reenter his main room and his hand latches onto the back of your neck, dragging you towards his bed. He wrestles you down, ties your arms behind your back, then ties your legs- loosely at first.

He tightens the bonds after he gags you with both a rag and duct tape and stacks your legs, one knee over the other, before he turns to retrieve a few other items.

A railroad spike, the sharp end ground down, two scraps of cloth and some foam padding, and a mallet.

He smooths the fabric and padding down on your knee before lining the blunted spike up with your knee and giving it one strong stroke of the hammer.

You scream, the sound still loud beyond your gag, and Jamil’s lips quirk into a smirk as he tells you everything will be just fine. And then he strikes down with the hammer again.

See, he could have just hypnotized you for this. He could have decided that this was something he didn’t want you to remember, but you pissed him off.

How dare you not spend time with him! How dare you avoid him after he called you a creep! He deserves your attentions and affections, because despite you thinking he didn’t know and simply wanted your friendship, he knew. He knew and enjoyed the special attention you gave him. But you just had to get your feelings hurt when he called you what you were.

So he breaks your kneecap with one more strong, sure strike of the hammer and sews your leg closed as you sweat and drool and howl and cry under your gag, delirious from pain and unable to think clearly. Pain itself is a great painkiller. You don’t even feel the needle.

Jamil secures your leg, splinting your knee and making sure the wound is clean. He waits for you to calm down before he smiles sweetly at you and shows you his pointer finger as though you are a child.

“If you ever want to walk again, don’t try moving.”

So you don’t. Once your leg heals, you walk with a pretty severe limp, and some days it hurts so bad that you can’t move at all.

And Jamil is always there to support you… even when you piss him off.

He punishes you when you do. Punishments are not something that a caring boyfriend doles out, but Jamil is not really a "caring boyfriend" and will treat you like dirt in a heartbeat.

He’ll smack you around, and when that doesn’t work, he gets creative- sitting up all night with one of his coconut-scented candles in your grasp, disregarding your comfort when tending any injuries you have, hiding the broom after he asked you to clean so he can pretend to be even angrier when he gets back…

The list goes on, but his favorite warning is a well-placed gut-kick.

Jamil is harsh, and he’s not particularly kind. He knows you prefer being around him when he isn’t insulting you with every other word in that unimpressed voice of his, but he can’t help it.

You just look so cute when you cry.

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mamaangiwine · 10 months

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Personally, I regard "You're going to Hell, Sinner!" to be a kind of curse. So yeah, I really don't have any qualms sending some nasty shit a Christian Nationalist's way.

Zap. Zap.

#also #theyre just straight up violent #theyre literally litigating shit that will bring physical and emotional harm #magic #folk magic #spirituality #magic practitioners #witchblr #folklore #ritual magic #witchcraft #chaos magicians #wizards #sorcerers #christian witches #christian mystics

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i-am-red-panda-bear · 7 months

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The best part about being a 3d artist with a 3d printer is i can create a BOY ON THE PUTER

And then i can crate boy on the physical realm

you cant stop me

#red panda #3dart #3d art #3d printing #boys #i am god #just try #art #if you think AI can create art i will cause you physical and emotional harm

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ravenzeppeli · 14 days

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Chapter 26 - Stupid Pair of Jeans |Prosciutto x Reader Angst|

Warning: strong language, threats, physical abuse, spanking [detailed, brutal], nudity, blood. MA.

"You actually decided to wear this in public?" Prosciutto questioned as he entered your room without knocking, his face slightly red as he stared at your pants. "Why are you dressed improper? What's the matter with you?" He closed your bedroom door gently, locking it.

You looked over at him, raising your eyebrows. You were wearing a black T-shirt and skinny jeans. You saw no problems in what you are wearing. "What are you talking about? I'm wearing jeans and a T-shirt." What was his deal? After what happened between you and Prosciutto two days ago, you assumed he would be nicer to you. What was his deal? Risotto told you when you stayed with him yesterday that Prosciutto wasn't a mean man, that he was just too invested in his beliefs. His beliefs are ridiculous.

He shook his head, rushing over to you, grabbing your right wrist. "These jeans are tight. These fucking jeans are showing off your goddamn ass! I can tell your wearing thongs!"

You looked away, eyes widening. "Why would you point that out!? My underwear is not any of your concern!" You couldn't believe that he could tell that you were wearing thongs. Was it really that obvious? You were just wearing an old pair of jeans that you had.

"What the fuck did you just say to me?" He questioned, voice suddenly going dark. "You know what? I've been very lenient due to your fingers still healing but I've had enough. Wearing these pants in public was a stupid fucking decision, and you're in trouble." He pulled you over to your bed, forcing you to bend over, his hand violently crashing into your ass. "I've been wanting to beat your ass for a very long time, you had this fucking coming girl."

You froze, knowing that fighting back in this situation was foolish. "I didn't know the jeans were that tight! I just wore them because they're an old pair I found!" You felt a dull sting on your right cheek, face heating up. Was he really about to spank you over this? You were actually starting to like him. You actually thought underneath all of his anger was a good man, but in reality, he would never be a good man.

"Well, you'll never wear them again now!" He snapped as he grabbed the back of your pants, ripping the fabric in half, the fabric tearing down the middle, exposing your ass. "Fuck these pants! You don't wear skinny jeans! Wear normal pants only, your ass is too nice for you to be flaunting around in skinny jeans!" He yelled at you, his hand crashing into your left cheek as hard as he could, a loud smack sound filling the air. You felt a huge welt the size of his hand forming with one hit, hot tears suddenly spilling from your eyes as your right hand balled into a tight fist.

Fuck, you had no idea that Prosciutto was this strong. He's never hit you this hard before. All this over an outfit? You had a feeling that it was something deeper than the outfit, but you actually felt fear, you didn't want to piss him off further.

His hand crashed against your right cheek with much more severity, a welt in the shape of his handprint forming on your cheek cheek as well, causing you to bite down on your lip even further, blood filling your mouth as more tears poured from your eyes, clouding your vision. You weren't a pussy, you wouldn't beg him to stop or cry and beg. Fuck that.

Another hard smack landed across the middle of your ass, your body going stiff as you tried to stop yourself from shaking or crying out in pain. You knew that that's what he wanted. He wanted you to cry and beg like a weak and pathetic little girl, but you refused to give him the satisfaction. You couldn't. Despite how badly it hurt, you would take it. You didn't deserve it.. did you?

"Got nothing to fucking say for yourself?" He questioned, and you suddenly heard the unbuckle of his belt. "Apologize and promise me that you'll never wear skinny jeans again. You're lucky I'm allowing you to wear fucking thongs. Apologize and I'll stop."

You weren't weak, you weren't a fucking pussy that they could beat into submission. You weren't going to fucking back down, you were going to say something that you would more than likely end up immediately regretting. "Fuck you, I don't like you anymore," you snapped at him, your tone filled with thick aggression, your fear hiding behind the pain that you felt. "I'm sorry I ever thought you were a good man!"

You heard the swish of his belt, the thick leather immediately crashing into your ass in five swift motions, your head immediately burying into your bedsheets. You stayed completely frozen, body stiff, and your ass was on fire. Fuck.. you.. you fucking hated Prosciutto, but you knew that saying the word hate was a foolish decision. So.. you were done speaking to him. For good.

"Good man!? Good man!?" He screamed at you, his belt smacking into your untouched sit spots with three swift licks. You closed your eyes, beginning to bite down on your lip again, another smack hitting the center of your blistering sore ass before you heard the belt drop. "I am a great man to you! I said to never wear improper things in public, I said to dress appropriately because I don't want random men looking at you! Because I love and care about you! I am protecting you, and me spanking you is good for you!"

You stiffened as you felt his hand rub your left ass cheek, a low sigh escaping his lips. You gave him nothing but silence, the confession of him loving you after beating you only making you furious. You wanted him away from you, and you wanted to get the fuck out of here.

"Theirs some pain pills in the kitchen," he muttered, his fingers tracing against your damaged ass. "This is all your fault. If you just would have apologized, then you wouldn't have gotten punished so severely. I hate having to punish you so harshly."

You refused to speak to him, staying completely silent, his hand squeezing your left ass cheek suddenly, causing a small, pained moan to escape your lips before you bit harshly back down on your lip.

"Fine," he muttered, removing his hand from your bottom. "Don't speak to me now, that's fine. As long as you learned your lesson." You felt him pull your thongs down, taking them fully off of you. "I'll go get the pills." As soon as you heard him leave, you quickly shot up, grabbing a pair of underwear from your drawer.

You weren't safe here with him. He could hurt you worse if you say something wrong. You always say the wrong thing. You needed to get out of here. Running away would just cause problems, and you had no family or friends. You were even allowed to go too. You suddenly remembered a conversation you had with Formaggio a few days ago, remembering his promise to cover for you or have your back. All you wanted was somewhere safe to go, somewhere away from Prosciutto, and you needed to go to someone who wouldn't cause drama with Prosciutto or hand you over to him. Formaggio said he would have your back with whatever you needed so you would test that.

You yanked the underwear on, grabbing a pair of loose jeans as you ran over to your door, closing and locking the door. As you pulled on a pair of jeans and slipped on your shoes, you opened your window and climbed put. As soon as your feet hit the concrete floor, you ran as fast as you could, ignoring the stinging pain on your bottom.

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Yeah.. this might have been your most foolish idea, but you had limited options right now. You couldn't go to Risotto because he would automatically side with Prosciutto, and you had a feeling that Illuso would as well. Melone would want to beat the hell out of Prosciutto, and Pesci would be extremely upset. Ghiaccio would more than likely call Melone, so your only option was Formaggio.

All you needed was a place to stay away from Prosciutto. You tip-toed up Formaggio apartment stairs, not wanting to alarm Illuso and have him come out. You stood in front of his door, pulling out your key and unlocking his door. Slowly, you shoved the key into the hole, unlocking his apartment door and pushing in, immediately freezing when you saw both Formaggio and Illuso sitting on the couch, papers spread all over the coffee table.

"Hello," you said. In your defense, Formaggio gave you a key and said that his place was yours. And you didn't knock because you didn't want to trigger Illuso, but you saw that it didn't matter. He was already here. These two seemed to be pretty close. You wondered if they considered themselves as being close friends or simply just colleagues.

Formaggio grinned, looking over at you, his green eyes seeming to light up. "See, I told you Illuso, Y/N basically lives with me now. I got her to move in with me first." He paused, looking over at Illuso. "In your face."

Illuso looked you up and down, his eyes narrowing. "Who hurt you?" He questioned, causing Formaggio to stand up. "You seem different right now."

You shook your head, "it's nothing major. I just.. needed somewhere to possibly stay tonight." Your eyes landed on Formaggio. Should you tell them? You only came here because you had nowhere else to go. "And the next few nights." You had to hide this from Melone. What if he ends up hurting Prosciutto? You couldn't cause physical fights between the men. That wasn't right.

As you said that, Formaggios cell phone went off. You stepped forward, looking down at his phone on the coffee table to notice that it was Prosciutto calling him.

"What's that on the back of your pants?" Illuso questioned, voice dropping to a whisper as he poked the back of your left cheek. The sudden poke caused you to flinch, his hand immediately pulling away. He held his finger up, his finger stained with blood. "Formaggio.. answer the phone and make sure that Prosciutto doesn't fucking come over here. I have a feeling that he did something very fucking stupid that may cause me to break his nose."

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