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crimeronan · 2 months

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i occurs to me re: Camila letting her sci-fi background guide her thinking about Hunter that she might, if she starts to voice her guess, blurt out "is he a clone? did they MAKE him? is THAT why he has no legal identity" and I'm just. Luz's reaction. Particularly if Hunter is in the room and still doesn't know. (DOES he know in this scenarion? I guess Philip might let it slip while torturing him and whatnot…)

FKDJDJ. GOD.

i got an ask a while back about belos letting the grimwalker thing slip when torturing hunter, which Does compel me. i think hunter probably doesn't know exactly what he is..... but he knows he was Created by belos, that belos later ~*~realized~*~ hunter had actually been Made For Luz, and that it's such a shame that luz could never appreciate the gift she'd been given as much as hunter appreciates/lives for her, because maybe then belos wouldn't be so tragically forced to break her toys like this. it's really not hunter's fault at all that he feels the way he does for her. so sad.

(he says all of this while, like, methodically breaking hunter's fingers. or something.)

hunter loves and believes in luz enough that he'd never blame her or question her for a Second. a shitload of broken bones would explain why he's not able to track her down for a while, he can't move enough, he has to rest and heal. despite probable attempts to go find her anyway. (i like to think somehow darius is involved. and keeps punting him back to bed)

but there IS a question for hunter of whether he'd still love luz like this if he hadn't been literally created to. that doesn't matter to him, like At All, but he knows it would matter to luz. and he's scared of her rejecting him.

so he.... wouldn't tell her that he knows.

which brings me to. camila asking if he's a clone/lab experiment.

and both hunter AND luz responding with the Exact Same, "HAHA NOOOO LOL NOO WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT SILLY. THAT'S SO CRAZY"

and then pausing and looking at each other like.

🤨🤨🤨

#replies #MUCH TO CONSIDER.#toh #princess luz au #princess luz au worst timeline #horrible mindscape trauma pals #camila noceda #injury #torture m

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paintedmesgolden · 6 days

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Fortnight (ft. Post Malone) Taylor Swift - The Tortured Poets Department

#taylor swift #tswiftedit #tswiftgif #candy swift #tsedit #the tortured poets department #ttpd #fortnight #m

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queerbuckleys · 3 months

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anyway

i love you ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard / i love you it’s ruining my life

#for you m #taylor swift #ttpd #the tortured poets department #it’s all i can think about

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expelliarmus · 5 months

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#mine #doctor who #dwedit #david tennant #dw spoilers #i did not see nearly enough gifs of him squishing his face like that so here :')#dw is back this week!!!! s c r e a m #but also i probably need to be at work on saturday and i'm just gonna be thinking about dw the entire time #and i'm gonna have to avoid all spoilers on my phone until i get home #it's going to be absolute torture #i mean i could watch it at work but i'll be unpacking my classroom #and i gotta give 10000% of my attention to my beloveds #BUT ANYWAYS #SOON!!!!!!!!!

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ickadori · 12 days

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[cws] fem reader. violence -> sukuna beats up a coworker for you lol. fade to black noncon oral.

Thud.

The dull sound of steel toed boots knocking against your wooden apartment floors come to a stop outside of your bedroom door. Your fingers pause over your keyboard as your stomach does a lurch, heart-rate quickening just a bit, and you save the essay you had been working on and close the lid of your Macbook.

“Ry..” Your voice dies out halfway through the call of his name, and you try again, getting no answer in return—no verbal one at least. The knob gives a quick turn and you flinch, and then there’s another thud, this one a bit lighter — a small thump of his boot against the door to push it open.

And there he is.

“Ryomen.”

“You left your front door open again.” His voice is rough, a slight drawl to it, almost lazy-like. “I told you about that.”

“Sorry, I forgot.” A crazy concept considering you’re a young woman living on your own, but you’ve had a lot on your mind the past few days, and your own safety was the last thing on your mind. Besides, Sukuna had showed his face around your complex a few times, and that was enough to deter most people from even looking in your direction for fear of getting his unwanted attention.

He chuffs and enters your room.

You look behind him to the darkly colored, boot-shaped spots that he’s left behind in his wake, and your teeth worry at your lip as you think about all the scrubbing you’ll have to do. He follows your gaze, head turning and angling down, and he clicks his tongue.

“What a mess.” He snickers, and you firmly press your lips together as he continues on, his steps slower this time, smaller, boots now leaving behind double the footprints because of his adjusted pace. What an asshole.

Now that he’s closer, you can make out the dark splatters of something on his jeans, along with the blooming bruises on his knuckles. The balls of your feet rest on the base of your desk chair, and you smooth your hands down the length of your thighs.

“Is it—are they…?” You trail off, not wanting to just outright ask it. You never liked to say it out loud after it was all said and done, yet you had never once struggled to get the words out whenever you first went to him, skin hot with anger and eyes sparkling with rage as you begged -demanded- that he do something about whoever it was that had managed to work you up so badly.

“Are they ‘dealt with’, as you so tenderly put it over the phone?” He finishes your question, fingers moving to lift the lid of your Macbook open. It hasn’t been closed long enough to require your password, and the black screens quickly flickers back on to display your half finished essay. “What’s this?”

“An assignment.” His finger makes a feint to tap at the delete button, and you yelp and quickly grab ahold of his hand with both of yours. “Please don’t do that.” The corner of his mouth quirks up as his eyes pointedly look at how you’re grabbing him, and you quickly let him go, thoughts of what those hands had likely did just a little while ago springing forth.

“I put ‘em in the hospital - nothing that’ll kill her, can’t say the same for her baby though.” Your stomach instantly sours, and a gasp forces its way out of your throat as you stare up at him with wide eyes.

“Baby?” You croak. “She was pre—” You can’t finish the sentence, a lump instantly forming in your throat as tears begin to blur your vision.

“Nah, I’m just fucking with you.” Sukuna barks out a laugh and you pause, expression still fixed into one of abject horror. “Or maybe she was, who knows—‘s not like I gave the bitch a pregnancy test before I broke her jaw.”

“Okay, enough.” You stress, fearing that you’d dirty the rug underneath your feet with stomach acid if he didn’t stop talking soon. While you may have envisioned all the ways he would deal with your bitch of a coworker two days ago, your argument with the outspoken women still fresh in your mind, you were calmer now, reasonable, not hellbent on revenge and willing to make a deal with the devil incarnate to see it exacted.

You thought he’d scare her a little -it wouldn’t have taken much, just a quick flash of his impossibly sharp canines and the sight of those black lines marring his otherwise handsome face would have done the trick-, maybe just toss her around a bit and take her wallet, call her a few names and send her on her sad way.

“Don’t get all mushy now. This was your idea, remember? You called me.” He looks over the trinkets on your desk, touching things here and there and invading your personal space all the while. You breathe in and catch a whiff of your coworkers signature perfume on his jacket, a scent that you had grown to hate, and you scramble to get out of your seat, only for a heavy hand to push down on your shoulder and keep you in place.

You make a noise of confusion and look up at him, but he doesn’t bother glancing at you, suddenly engrossed in the sight of a tattered, mini plushie that you had received as a gift years ago as a child.

“Where are you trying to run off to?”

“I—your money. I-I was going to pay you, for…you know…like I usually do.” His hand slips from your shoulder to the front of your neck and you suck in a sharp breath through your nose, watching as he finally looks down his nose at you, his lips twisted in that ever present smirk.

“I never asked for your money.” You frown, fingers twitching to push his hand away from you, but you curl them into your palm and keep them on your thighs.

“But you said—” His hand tightens around your throat just a bit, and your hands fly up on instinct to grab ahold of his wrist.

“I said you’d have to pay me, yeah.” He sighs out through his nose. “Never said how you’d pay me though, now did I?” His hand that isn’t squeezing at your neck suddenly fists your hair at the root and harshly tugs it back, the pained noise you make quickly being choked down. He looms over you, and Gods, has he always been this terrifying? You had always been wary of him despite Yuji’s never ending defense of his older brother.

“He’s not a bad guy, baby, I swear. He just got mixed up in some stuff when he was younger and did a few years.”

“He’s not mean, he’s just…well, I guess he is mean. But he’s not that mean!”

“He actually likes you, believe it or not…yes, I know he keyed your car but it was only because you double parked in the driveway and he thought it was Megumi.”

A rough thumb brushes across your bottom lip, and you’ve known enough men to know the look he’s giving you. You bristle, and he subdues it with a squeeze that leaves you coughing and pushing at his stomach. He takes the opportunity to push two fingers, pointer and middle, into your mouth, and you gag when a metallic taste hits your tongue, eyes widening and feet moving to kick at his shins.

“I’ve been wondering how it’d feel to have my cock in here,” he squeezes again, fingers pushing a bit deeper, “wondering if you’re as good as Yuji says you are.” You shove at him harder, and just when you build up enough courage to snap your teeth down against his fingers, he pulls his hand back from your mouth. You suck in a gasp of air at the short reprieve, only to lose your breath once again when his hand moves to his buckle.

“Let’s see if you can take it.”

#sukuna x reader #i #do not like this piece it was torture writing it but m gonna post it anyways bc i’m that guy!!

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netherregionblog · 7 months

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Mfs be like: “They’re my comfort ships ☺️”

The ‘comfort’ ships in question:

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pianokantzart · 3 months

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A few quick drawings based on @keakruiser's penguin AU because... like... c'mon. Look at them. How can I not?

#keakruiser penguin AU #my art #what a cute idea!#sure would be a shame if one of them was brutally tortured as a prisoner of war lmao can you i m a g i n e

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happyshippingnoises · 3 months

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Lyric post.. it reminded me of them so I had to..

I worked UNREASONABLY hard on this holy shit..

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gaycinema · 4 months

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objectively funniest theon mention so far. actually that’s not true it’s either this or him being considered as one of cersei’s potential new husbands

#asoiaf lb #theon greyjoy #no one outside of the iron islands cares at all about the iron islands and that is soooo funny to me #no one in that council room knew how many kids balon had and that 3/4ths of them are dead or presumed dead #which ik is supposed to show their incompetence but also. hilarious #all the other theon mentions have made me so very sad #when grenn was like hey jon ik theon took winterfell and killed ur brothers and burned the castle but dw he’s being tortured for it rn :)#like PLEASEEEE he only did some of that shit 😭#asoiaf #m

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awacatin · 8 months

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something off w him

#malevolent #malevolent podcast #arthur Lester #Dennis collins #the butcher #the butcher malevolent #listen I’m obsessed w the butcher #i love him to death #going rabid #getting rabies by myself #John doe #John malevolent #kinda……uhhhhh…#anyways I’m. I love the butcher jaja #relistened his ep n realized that he was abt to torture johns hand jaja👀👀 would’ve been interesting ngl #ejejjejejejejejejejjeje teamo carnicerooooo 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰#es la verga. bien Chi dote #iwal m daban escalofríos d la música está q tenia. diez d diez. ojalá Harlan saque el fragmento del…cover?#art

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roonil-wazlib-in-the-tardis · 3 months

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I WAS EXPECTING REPUTATION WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE ACTUAL AAAAAAAAAAAAH

#Taylor Swift #THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT #TS11 #HER ELEVENTH ALBUM #E L E V E N T H A L B U M

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andthebeanstalk · 1 year

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PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS PENIS

PUSSY.

BIG FLAPPY WET JESUS PUSSY.

JESUS' SOPPING WET PUSS-PUSS

[Edited months after posting to discourage catholics from replying to this post after finding that both the nice and much funnier not-nice responses to this were equally bad for my mental health. I didn't wanna delete it bc I was quite proud of some of my responses and it helps to have a visual reminder of why I left an abusive organization. Also, this means that any catholic who has reblogged this in an attempt to convert me, has now reblogged a post that, if clicked, links back to this. Use MY post for propaganda, will you!]

Thinking about how it was never made clear to me in Catholic school exactly WHY Jesus died for our sins. I just remembered that I was literally never clear on who the dying helped??

I've heard theories as an adult, but basically what I'm saying is pointless martyrdom seems a little pointless, and also with enough propaganda the big logical gaps in a belief system get really hard to see. Especially if questioning anything is blasphemy.

I would have gotten in so much trouble for insisting the teacher explain how Jesus helped us by being tortured to death by Romans even when God could have prevented it! God sent his only Son, they would have said! Be grateful, they'd say! Be guilty! Stop asking why he did that!!!

#original #religious trauma #<- what's up guys why did he do that??? for real i was raised catholic and it is FUCKING UNCLEAR but also the basis of a huge chunk of #my childhood?? like WHY though? my friend madeleine said it was related to animal sacrifices with the lamb of god stuff and all #this was NEVER mentioned in my school. i thought he was the lamb bc he followed god but maybe not #no wonder my impulse as a person is to constantly sacrifice myself unnecessarily #i think martyrdom is a bad gift. but i guess torture your son to death or whatever dude. but it's weird to do that and say it was for me #like...... thanks?? you're literally omnipotent but this is like the worst possible version of a cat leaving a dead mouse on my bed #Christianity #thank goodness i was too much of a fag to stay. i was so unhappy there.#the good place actually addresses a lot of my issues with Christianity as a whole while also not being all about Christianity #like what does it mean to condemn a person capable of change to eternal hell?M #*hell??#the good place #god pays the devil's rent y'all. like in that post that made my long beautiful essay about this irrelevant by #summing it up with 'girl they are in cahoots.' i think about that post all the fukn time nothing i can write longform is as punchy as that

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