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cavity-collector · 4 months

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stuck in a body, stuck in a mind

stuck in one body, stuck in one mind; for the rest of your life

this is the rest of your life.

(song and alt versions below cut)

#;; my posts #;; bugs art gallery #tw blood #tw violence #cw violence #tw death #tw gore art #csh #car seat headrest #twin fantasy #famous prophets (minds)#fanart #csh fanart #Spotify

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softistdom · 11 months

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tying a vibrator to them while i beat them so they associate pain with pleasure

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illuminatedcomics · 5 months

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SOTA DEATHMONGER: The Slaughter Before Giftmas!

Posting the entire thing in one easy to access post. I got it done before 2024, and I'm happy.

Can also be read at the following link: CLICK ME

#my comics #christmas #elf #sota deathmonger #fantasy #tw: violence

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meredithmcclaren · 9 months

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'A familiar's justice.'

Description: A man in period clothes stands in the dark of night. He is smiling and holding up the head of a dead woman. Fire burns in front of him. And coming out of the darkness is a great big hound, ready to kill him.

#tw mature #tw death #tw violence #tw murder #tw beheading #dark fantasy #horror #meredith mcclaren

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nomsfaultau · 2 months

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Hybrid AU in exile week where avian instincts can take over to a degree that is almost horrific, erasing someone’s personality and rationality when they’re panicking. First part here.

Tw graphic violence

When he hears Tommy’s distressed shriek, Philza launches into the air immediately, flying so fast the world blurs below. He finds his chick pinned beneath an assailant, and plunges toward them, slamming into the man so fast he’s flung away from Tommy, slamming into the ground hard enough that he is stunned. By the clippings of Tommy’s primary feathers tucked behind his mask, the attacker claims to be Tommy’s guardian. Philza’s blood boils as he realizes this was the abuser Tommy spoke of. Tommy is painfully motionless from where he’s ensnared in a net like an animal, and his fury builds, attacking faster and faster. The abuser is caught off guard only at first, and begins to fend Philza off.

But then Tommy makes a noise. And while he should be relieved Tommy is alive, Philza’s blood turns to ice. It’s not a pained sound, the kind he’d expect for the hatchling’s injuries. It’s not a scared chirp, either, the kind half broken by a sob like he’d heard earlier. No, it’s a soft, tranquil coo, trance-like, the kind used during wing grooming to indicate bliss.

And Philza sees red.

He rips into the abuser with his bare claws, shredding through soft skin and sturdy armor alike. The mask shatters as he gorges through the abuser’s face, blinded with fury long past the end of his agonized screams, past the last of his thrashing struggles, past the death of the monster that hurt his child.

Eventually, the threat to his chick registers as dealt with. Philza peels himself off the scraps of the abuser’s mutilated corpse. He finds Tommy still softly cooing, placid inside the net he’s tangled in. There’s a dazed look in his eyes, incapable of comprehending the horrific situation he’s in. The most response Philza gets is blissful little chirps. He’s in preening position, or would be if the net didn’t constrain his other wing. Technically it’s easier to cut Tommy out if he’s not thrashing, but his docile acceptance of his ensnarement is sickening.

Once free, all Tommy does is snuggle even though he’s very clearly bleeding to death. When Philza tries to heal him instead of preening, his coos whine, wings spreading out in the proper display position and trying to nudge him to continue where his abuser left off. No wonder Tommy insisted on grooming himself if he’s been manipulated like this for so long. Except Philza doesn’t know why he’s stuck like this, how his abuser forced the instinct to be so overwhelming.

His heart breaking, Philza hugs his poor hatchling. He begs Tommy to snap out of it, but he can’t understand a word he says. Tommy is only confused why he isn’t being petted anymore, quietly cooing in the same affectionate tone his abuser forced out of him. He seems distressed that Philza refuses to preen him, only calming when Philza echoes his coos, nestling into his arms contentedly as Philza stiffly runs a hand down his feathered back. Is this just making it worse? Is he trapping Tommy further in his instincts? But every time he stops Tommy’s coos sound so concerned. Terrified, almost, like he expects to be hurt the moment the love bombing stops. Philza abhors whatever it took to make him like this. So he holds the hurt hatchling, at a loss as to how to heal the wounds driven through his body to the soul within.

When Tommy finally comes out of his trance, he begins to sob for what’s been done to him. Philza only hugs him tighter, suppressing the worried coos building up in his throat, scared of shoving Tommy back into his trance.

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crisiscutie · 5 months

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Yandere Advent Children Sephiroth Musings

While in the Lifestream, Sephiroth has purged himself of all useless memories, relying on his intense hatred for his puppet and twisted love for his darling, his precious doll to keep going.

Content Warning: NSFW. Noncon. Emotional/Physical Abuse.

༻❁༺ Being defeated by the puppet and forced back into the Lifestream made him livid and more cruel than ever... And he's hellbent on being reunited with his doll, whether by him being reborn in the world or her dying from geostigma.

༻❁༺ And considering geostigma, he will do his damndest to make sure his doll got it. Why wouldn't she want him and his mother inside her, becoming a part of her very flesh? It's such a grand and beautiful thing.

༻❁༺ In the meantime, he kept tabs on her. He'd whisper sweet messages of love in her mind while calming her geostigma. It even became like a soothing balm on her skin.

༻❁༺ ...But heavens forbid if she showed an interest in another man or even looked at one lovingly. Then the pounding headaches came, and her geostigma went from a soothing balm to a wild, spreading flame. And that sweet tone of his tone shifted to menacing..

༻❁༺ He even felt jealously towards his own remnants, hating to see his doll being affectionate towards them.

༻❁༺ His doll had to forgive him for the rough lovemaking that followed after his rebirth and victory. His sadism isn't just limited to his puppet, after all.

༻❁༺ He would nip her neck and hold on to her hips so tightly that it'd leave bruises, as he pounded her cunt. And he will make her bleed. He loves seeing his doll bleeding for him. He hungered to see her bleed for him. It's a symbol of her offering everything to him.

༻❁༺ He was so caught up in his twisted love for his doll while conquering the cosmos, a thought crossed his mind: Why stop at one version of his doll when he could collect them all?

༻❁༺ His inferior counterparts couldn't fulfill his dolls' needs, so he'll do their job for them. From the Dissidia Universe to HoS, he took each doll and made them his.

༻❁༺ And when was nearing the end of his doll collection, one seemed resistant to his "correction". He's impressed with the fight her Fluffy Sephiroth put up to protect her, but it eventually amounted to nothing.

༻❁༺ Even as her cunt adjusted to his cock when he fucked her, she still weakly whined for her Sephiroth.

༻❁༺ But thankfully, AC Sephiroth could be patient. He stroked her pregnant belly and reassured her she didn't need to worry, she had him now. And her unborn child has a new, strong father to care for them instead of his inferior counterpart.

༻❁༺ His victory high never faded. As long as there are untainted worlds out there, he will get to them and destroy them, in the name of his mother and his dolls.

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readtilyoudie · 2 months

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Fullmetal Alchemist Vol 10

#fullmetal alchemist #fma #Hagane no Renkinjutsushi #hiromu arakawa #roy mustang #fma lust #jean havoc #adventure #dark fantasy #manga #tw: blood #tw: violence

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comic-art-showcase · 3 months

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Wonder Woman versus Red Sonja by Ramona Fradon(R.I.P.)

#ramona fradon #wonder woman #red sonja #dc #sword and sorcery #fantasy #fantasy comics #violence tw #tw violence #violence cw #cw violence

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save-the-data · 1 month

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Two Worlds | S01E05

Thai Drama - 2024, 10 episodes

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dd-writes · 5 months

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If you're cute 10/10 will hit on you

#dd posts #tw #fantasy #violence is my love language #romance

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befuddled-calico-whump · 1 year

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Dryad Whump Ideas

masterlist

- Keep them in a dark cell/basement to deprive them of sunlight and weaken them

- Prune and shape their tree form into something more symmetrical and appealing, despite the pain it causes them

- Cut off limbs and study the regrowing process

- Bend their body into an unnatural shape and tie it in place, to encourage their tree to grow a certain way

- Body horror? Splice the limbs from other trees onto their bodies. Graft branches from different fruit trees onto a fruit tree Dryad to give yourself a more diverse harvest

- Keep a flower Dryad in a tiny windowbox, with hardly any room to move

- Leave a Dryad outside through the winter, forcing them into dormancy in order to stay alive

- Their regenerative abilities makes them perfect for experiments that would kill a human

- Masters with sadistic tendencies get away with practically everything---they're plants, not people

@rubyjewelqueen some ideas :)

#dryad whump #i have some more that ill post tomorrow probably too #whump prompts #fantasy whump #nonhuman whumpee #pet whump #pbu #violence tw #tw body horror #noncon body modification #tiny whump #stress positions

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bubblyernie · 3 months

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A little timeline for Aaron because I wanted to design his non-fiend self. Really wanted to go for a natural redhead to match the hair colour of his erinyes form

art tag // commission info

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batwynn · 3 months

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CW: Blood/Murder on the last 2 pages

There are things worse than being a hypocrite. At least you're not crispy man, Derek. Previous page

NEXT PAGES

(As always, Patreon is a few pages again with some sketch pages up even further.)

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guessillcallitart · 3 months

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taglist: @aloeverawrites, @your-absent-father, @rbbess110, @yesireadbooks, @full-on-sam, @anonymousfoz, @the-mindless, @athenswrites, @albatris, @jacqueswriteblrlibrary (ask to be added or removed)

#victorianshannon #tw: dagger #tw: blood #tw: violence #tw: bruises #tw: death #fantasy #magic

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alilbatflies · 6 months

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I took part in @thepenultimateword's song-story writing challenge. It was fun!

My assigned song was Scarborough Fair by Simon and Garfunkel, submitted by @wacko-weirdo.

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The fire cracks and sways, warm against the cold night. The shadows of those gathered around it dance much like flowers in the wind, swaying calmly without hurry. A unique form of slow dancing.

The hunter watches from further away. They could listen in on the conversation if they wanted to, but the sounds all smudge in their head. They barely manage to thread the waters of their conflicting thoughts. They’re tired.

The tree against their back is grounding. It’s the hunter’s only comfort. They don’t think to ask for more. They couldn’t possibly.

The group seems so calm. As if they’ve forgotten that there are still soldiers hunting them. The conversation is light, flickering with laughter like the dancing flames, all-consuming.

…perhaps they wish to forget for a while.

The hunter would much like to forget, too.

“Are you going to join us?”

The hunter looks at their old friend. Old friend doesn’t quite cut it. Neither does lover. Neither does any other label that the hunter has tried over the years. Their friend is simply always there.

Their witch friend.

The witch meets their eyes. The fire reflects in the deep brown that is so familiar to the hunter. Its familiarity offers comfort—comfort, which the hunter is unable to accept.

The hunter can’t bear to look.

They turn back towards the fire. Staring into the light is a bad idea, the hunter knows, for one cannot monitor the shadows blinded. And yet, they look. The blazing flames seem to swallow their worries, to soothe. The fire gazes right into their soul and warms its darkest corners. It all feels alright for a little while.

The witch gently takes their hand. They tug the hunter along, towards the fire.

The hunter’s arm lifts to follow the movement but they do not budge. The tree they’re leaning against is their anchor then. They fear losing their ground. They fear getting lost entirely.

They want to go. They want to let themselves be pulled along, they want to join everyone, they want to belong. They want to belong, to finally, finally…

“I’ve killed too many.”

On someone else’s orders. Because of someone else’s ideals. They didn’t know better.

The blood is on their hands.

I might have killed you, too.

The witch steps closer to them, interlocking their fingers instead. They examine their hand, the knuckles, callouses and scars. Those little wounds that tell the stories, if one can read them well enough.

They run their fingers over the hunter’s bandaged forearm, a ghost of a touch. They were the one who tended to the hunter’s injury that day.

“You’ve helped us get away.” The witch meets the hunter’s gaze. “You’ll help us still, won’t you?”

“Of course.” For you.

The witch keeps staring into their eyes. They might be trying to look right past, into the hunter’s mind and soul. They might just be able to read each and every of the hunter’s thoughts.

The hunter has thoughts. The hunter has many thoughts, flying around in their head, possibly causing more harm than good. The hunter can’t seem to stop them.

The hunter knows nothing of herbs. They know nothing of healing. With each moment passing by, they learn that they know nothing of witches, either. They try to learn.

They were told witches are dangerous. They were told they were vicious, vile creatures, evil beings beyond salvation. They were told death was a witch’s only comfort.

It used to be their only truth. The only thing that could help them carry the weight of their sword somewhat, when all of the life seeped out of another pair of silver eyes. It was their shield when the weight of taking a life threatened to slit them open.

It has all shattered so easily.

The hunter vividly recalls the moment their friend’s eyes flashed silver. Their friend was pushed to the edge, looking to them for help. The pieces fit together perfectly. The soldier next to them lunged forward. Their blow never landed.

The hunter met the others a little later on. The other not so evil creatures, who just want to live.

The hunter knows a little better now.

Witches are curious about the world much like their friend has always been. They bear their own weight, the magic running silver in their blood. They desire to live. To be safe. To be understood. The hunter can relate perfectly.

They try to learn.

“Thank you,” the hunter says.

“For what?”

Thank you for opening my eyes. For trusting me. For not letting me stay in the clutches of their truth.

“Being such a pain in my ass.”

The witch laughs. The sound wraps over the hunter like a soft blanket. Nobody ever told them that a witch’s laugh could heal.

The witch lifts the hunter’s hand. They press a kiss to it, holding their gaze.

The hunter shivers.

“I should thank you,” the witch whispers, “for protecting us.”

“Always.”

The witch pulls them along again. Towards the fire. Towards their family.

This time, the hunter lets them.

#songsandwords #writing challenge #and it was definitely a challenge #i think it turned out pretty good #snippet #writeblr #writing #creative writing #no beta we die like uh... we just die #witches #implied death #implied murder #tw implied violence #i think its very mild but just to be safe #im not sure how to tag trigger warnings but i did my best #fantasy snippet #witch x witch hunter #hunter x hunted

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crisiscutie · 1 year

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If the Darling Ended Up Trapped in a House Full of Yandere Sephiroths...

Had this wonderful ramble that popped into my mind, please enjoy~.

Content Warnings: NSFW themes, mentions of violence, breeding and implied non-con.

Ignoring the first obvious scenario of the Crisis Cuties turning the house into a chaotic scene of violence, let's say they (barely) manage to keep their composure, aware that they must work together to exist and prevent their darling from being killed in the chaos. Of course, the Sephiroths still smolder with a monstrous rage, and they will set off on their unique missions to have the darling for themselves.

༻❁༺ The Leaders

OG FF7/Jenova!Sephiroth: The leader of the Yandere Sephiroths. He’s the most romantic with the darling, their relationship resembling a married couple. Dictates how and when the darling is shared. His family-man tendencies will show up a lot, as he often scolds C.C and 7R Seph for quarreling while simultaneously being a source of wisdom for his less stable and immature selves. Often checks on the darling’s welfare and has to remind other Sephs (Especially C.C, AC and 7R) that she is more than a special toy. Some of this concern is derived from breeding purposes, though. A part of him thinks that he can actually co-exist with other Sephiroths.

Dissidia Sephiroth: Second in command. He was the first one to recognize that the Sephiroths needed each other, as well as the darling. Is certainly the most gentle with the darling. Definitely has a Master/Pet relationship with the darling. Closest thing to the Fluffy Sephiroth she once knew, while he still has his yandere ways. He tries to nurture C.C in his own odd way, as if he feels some sort of shared bond with him. Who knows? Don’t wanna reveal too much about him with the Dissidia prompt in the future cards.

༻❁༺ The Troublemakers

C.C (Nibelheim Incident Sephiroth): All Sephiroths are clingy in their own ways, but this Sephiroth? He's a blanket of warmth, wrapping his darling up in a never-ending embrace. When his time with his mother darling is nearly over, he is almost always causing a chaotic scene. Also often told to get his dick out of the darling.

I would like to think whenever the other Sephiroths squabbled, he would become eerily quiet, his arms tightly wrapped around his darling as he nestled into her neck, silently judging the other idiots before him. He would snarl and bare his teeth at any Sephiroth that approached him and the darling. Would often cry on the darling’s shoulder or chest in privacy.

7R Sephiroth: Also another instigator. Every time the squabbles begin, he will certainly accuse C.C of trying to steal the darling away whenever he cuddles up to her. He also enjoys bullying C.C, often tormenting him and pushing him to get eliminated first. He will observe C.C.'s faltering ability to tell differences between the darling and Jenova, calling him out on it while AC Seph would cruelly assure C.C that he wouldn't be wrong in the future, his future.

He'd deftly make cutting remarks to the other Sephiroths, hoping to turn them against each other. He will certainly put the darling in places she can’t get out of easily. Whenever C.C. isn't causing a scene, it's 7R Seph’s mischievousness and trickery the source of problems. Makes fun of C.C for his milk/nursing kink and cockwarming kink even though he does the same.

AC Sephiroth: He's the epitome of calculation. Each step of his is deliberate and precise, unlike the others. He only sees OG Seph as his intellectual rival. In his dreams, he often sees himself slaughtering every one of his selves and merging Jenova and the darling into a single entity. He loves watching his darling squirm as her mind is torn between two opposing emotions, a feeling of unease and ease. He would playfully wonder which emotion her mind will settle on for him. Is like a bitter, scorned ex lover toward the darling.

Also, way too kinky with the darling for the other Sephiroth’s liking, and that’s saying something. All other Sephiroths are wary of him, especially Dissidia Seph, who likes to keep close tabs on him. He has a complex relationship with 7R Sephiroth, one that is teetering between friendliness and mystery. Totally not trying to imply a certain theory here, haha.

༻❁༺ The Special Guest and the Darling.

KH Sephiroth: A special guest of the household every now and then. While the different Sephiroths are interesting to him, he isn't shocked by any of them. He is the least attached to the Darling as he wonders where Cloud is half the time. But he still finds her adorable. He would love to hear her whimper as his blade slides across her delicate skin, her begging him to stop. To hold her squirming, bleeding form would be a special gift, for sure. Is like an aloof, older brother to the darling. She is always vying for his acknowledgement and attention....

Meanwhile, the darling would break from the immense pressure of dealing with so many personalities. C.C, 7R and AC Sephs often cycle the blame of who dealt the killing blow to the darling’s psyche. But no matter, the darling now welcomes the Sephiroths with a newfound love, while clinging to slivers of her former self. The Crisis Cutie will often cycle through her intense emotions whenever she’s with her beloved men.

Nothing can compare to the shock and fear she has whenever AC Seph talks of his plans to merge her with Jenova. Or the curious discomfort whenever OG Seph discuss breeding her with Jenova. The safety she senses with Dissidia Sephiroth, or the warm, playful atmosphere C.C. creates when he's not in one of his moods. The excitement she feels when 7R Sephiroth seductively whispers cryptic messages into her ear. They’re all her beloved men and she wouldn't trade them for anything.

Quick, claim your favorite Yandere Seph~!

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