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spritehouse · 7 months

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Prompts: Mind Rape | @badthingshappenbingo "Make it stop" | @whumptober-archive

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Criminal Minds (US TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Luke Alvez/Spencer Reid, Luke Alvez (Criminal Minds)/Original Female Character(s), Jennifer "JJ" Jareau & Spencer Reid Characters: Luke Alvez (Criminal Minds), Spencer Reid, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Roxy the Dog (Criminal Minds) Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Kidnapping, Psychological Torture, Torture, Mind Rape, Crucifixion, but not in a religious context, Flashbacks, Repressed Memories, Alcohol, Sensory Deprivation, Asphyxiation, Telepathy, Kinda, Mind Manipulation, Past Rape/Non-con, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Victim Blaming, Self-Harm, Domestic Violence, Whump, Heavy Angst, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Whumptober 2023, Hurt Luke Alvez, Luke Alvez Whump, Arguing, Non-Graphic Rape/Non-Con, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Abusive Relationships, Unhealthy Relationships, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms Series: Part 4 of ShortMC's Bad Things Happen Bingo, Part 3 of ShortMC's Whumptober 2023 Summary:

Her touch is warm against his, palm pressing against his back, until the scenery changes, the two of them now sitting in their car, hand sitting on Luke’s thigh, stroking the sensitive skin. He’s been here before. His head spins, panic rising in his throat as he watches the city go by in a blur. Something bad is about to happen. He’s been here before, head spinning, panic rising in his throat. He needs to leave.

- or, luke gets kidnapped and forced to relive some repressed memories

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errantnight · 3 months

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For the whump wheel, if you are still taking requests, I want a prompt where Cloud goes with Safer Sephiroth to save his friends, and he begs to be mind controlled to save himself from his pain (also cause a part of himself I'd into it). You can choose if his friends live or die

Sorry this took SO LONG. I'm open to more suggestions for Safer!Sephiroth.... anyone maybe into some tentacle action??

#ffvii #ff7 #fanfic #sephiroth #cloud strife #puppet!cloud #fanfiction #sefikura #mind control #mind wipe #mind rape #corruption #safer sephiroth

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nonbinary-morro · 1 year

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Sasuke 🤝 vash

Being forced to relive past trauma of what's basically genocide via mind rape via older brother.

#anyway give vash a reverge arc make him snap PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE #stampede saturday #tristamp spoilers #mind rape #rape mention #kinda?#ask to tag #psii.txt #vash i like sasukes trauma but with narutos mentality minus the patriotism and military apologism and dictatorship apologism/participation #( i dont like konoha)

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mangagirl2016 · 1 year

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On a rewatch the scene where ruby is getting psychologically and physically beat down and grabbed by the illusions in episode 8 of rwby volume 9 reminds me uncomfortably of rape with her grabbing at walls and trying to get away at parts. It is a violation of the worst kind.

#tw #rwby #rwby volume 9 #ruby rose rwby #ruby #sensitive subjects #drama #mind rape #rape vibes

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spacebatisluvd · 2 years

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I have a really unpleasant idea: Horde Prime has a huge entitlement complex and an entire British museum of stolen artifacts and a habit of touching his slaves in really creepy ways. So, what if he was attracted to Entrapta and wanted to add her to his collection, and then got mad at her for refusing? Or for having a crush on Hordak instead of him? Horde Prime probably considers himself more handsome and better in general than Hordak, so the idea that someone likes Hordak more...

I mean…bold to assume he’d give her the option to refuse. I’m pretty sure he’d fix that little “free will” problem with a nice chip. Chipped!Entrapta is a popular angst AU for exploring such concepts.

Of course, for a more comforting headcanon, some folks believe that Entrapta, if pulled into the Hivemind, would also terminally disrupt the Hivemind and end up dismantling it.

(Personally, I like things to be a bit more challenging if we’re discussing plotlines, though that is a gratifying headcanon. I just find delayed gratification to be a touch more gratifying in the long run.)

Especially if Prime decides to use the relationship between Hordak and Entrapta, rather than just quietly resent it.

I think that might be the worst part, actually—seeing how Prime can exploit their relationship. He probably wouldn’t view it as a threat to his ownership of either of them, but instead an aspect of his ownership. There’s no competition here: both of them belong to him. He can use Hordak’s body at will, after all. And he would view Hordak less as a rival or an individual, and more as an extension of himself.

And of course…if Entrapta’s chipped, then he can essentially just use them as life-size dolls for his entertainment.

Yeah, good angst. Nice and upsetting.

#angst #hordak #entrapta #horde prime #bad touch prime #mind rape #imprisonment #implied rape

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lumpofwhump · 2 years

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The Scavenger & The Forgotten 5: Wiped

Content: Nonhuman whumpee, claustrophobia, sound torture, psychological torture, self-sacrifice

…AKA, the Bad Things Happen Bingo drabble for Mind Rape

Radu folded his long ears against the sides of his face as the pulsing alarm blared through unseen speakers in the thick walls enclosing him. He bent forward to press his face against his knees, hoping the pressure would distract him even slightly from the noise.

No such luck.

Last he remembered, he'd finally fallen asleep, too tired to be bothered by the discomfort that came with every position he could bend himself into inside the poorly-ventilated cube -- a meter and a half long, wide, and tall -- that served as his cell. Even the nearly constant itching caused by the sensors attached to his unwashed scalp took a backseat to his exhaustion.

He'd dreamed that the door had opened. Out of the light that streamed in - light that should've hurt his eyes after all the time that had passed, but didn't - a hand extended toward him, soft and delicate. The face that looked back at him from above was kind, her eyes bright and her hair brighter.

Delia.

SCREEEEEE

NO, get out! Before she finds you!

The girl shattered and disappeared.

SCREEEEEE

Had it worked? Had she made it? Away from what, from what, it was right there, from what?! From --

SCREEEEEE

Who was she? He should know, he used to. Was she… no, no, that was someone else, that was Miss L --

SCREEEEEE

And he'd lost her name again. It had taken him so long to get it back this time, longer than the last, if he could just get enough quiet to trace his way back, then maybe --

SCREEEEE

It wouldn't stop. He just needed to collect his thoughts, but it wouldn't stop, why couldn't it just. Fucking. Stop?!

SCREEEEE

Red hair, she had red hair, please let him keep something this time, please, he needed this, needed to remember that it mattered, what he'd done, why he'd ended up here, who --

SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE --

…Who?

His ears rang in the silence.

Continued here.

Taglist:

@whither-wander-whump

@whumpsday

World building by me and @soheavyaburden

@badthingshappenbingo

#nonhuman whumpee #claustrophobia #psychological torture #sound torture #mind rape #bad things happen bingo #bthb #bthb card #self sacrifice

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thewhyofbladez · 1 year

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Confessions of an e-Stalker

This is a public safety advisory about a potentially dangerous and unstable individual that has been actively stalking for the past several years. That person is me, and between 2016 and 2020, I had driven my ex-girlfriend off the internet by being a stalking creep of a person. I will not identify her, and if you think you know her, just leave your suspicions to yourself because I’ve caused so much trouble for her and I will not involve her or her family further. I’d just rather stay dead to her.

The relationship was a hollow online teenage relationship that was never strong or healthy to begin with for a myriad of reasons, but I let myself fall way too deep because.... I guess I convinced myself that I would never have another chance at love. In 2012, we had a falling out when she left me for somebody else she was seeing while still leading me to believe we were still in a committed relationship. Instead of being the understanding boyfriend I believed myself to me, the turmoil and pain I had experienced I allowed to gradually turn me into a total monster. Letting go of her has been, without doubt, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do, and thus the following.

During this point, I had posted several journals on DeviantArt about how betrayed I felt and how much I hated her for stomping on my heart and how I wished she would die. Saying these things might not be unusual after a nasty breakup, but they were only the beginning of my worrisome behavior. I wanted people to know what she did and how much she made me suffer; I wanted her to lose any support she had from friends. Would this have made me feel better? Not at all, but I was blind with emotionally charged rage.

Between late 2012 and early 2016, I managed to distract myself with another online relationship that I rushed myself into about a month after everything went down. Any hope for that relationship dwindled due to me just getting straight into it without properly processing my emotions. And because of that, there is a third person to this tangled web of pain; but that really is another story. I’ve struggled with guilt from that experience as well, and felt it was the best exhibit as to why I believed I’m not worth loving.

In Spring 2016, my mental health bottomed out and I posted several melancholic DeviantArt Journals about how I hate myself and I was basically miserable because of emotions I had pushed deep within my psyche in the name of moving on as quickly as I could back 4 years prior. I blamed her for the failure of my relationship instead of having any sort of self-introspection. Around this time I also experienced several nightmares, one of which included one of me killing myself in front of her, which I mentioned on them. Except, that was a lie; it was a cry for attention and little else.

In early 2017, my journals ended up ruining a friendship she had, which resulted in a back and forth in anonymous harassment between us. It was incredibly stupid and childish on both our ends, and I was livid upon realizing she was using my e-mail to create accounts on cringe sites like beastforum and ekkasportal to the point that I’d end up deleting the e-mail address. I began stalking her after finding her tumblr and made an alt account to taunt her with the newly-learned information about how the relationship with the guy she left me for had ended with her getting cheated on as well and its failure being karmic. I had made more postings on how I’d like to essentially kill her and destroy everything she loved because she dared to mock me for acting like this much of an idiot manchild at the age of 23.

After this, things gradually settled down on my end after finally being medicated semi-adequately, and I was able to get my footing in building a stable life for myself, and thus I was able to spend a long while properly processing my emotions (as properly as I could at that point anyhow). At a certain point in the last 2 years, after a lot of self-introspection, I began realizing that just perhaps I was not blameless at all. I had another emotional breakdown toward the end of 2020 where I tried reaching out to her because I knew this was all abnormal and intended on trying to wrap things up on a more positive note; and as usual I bungled my approach because of being in a bad head space. Finding her was next to impossible, and it was because of my actions, and that was not lost on me.

I didn’t find that she had responded until relatively recently. It is now that I know that I really reached a Moral Event Horizon. She understandably threatened me with a restraining order if I contacted her again and stated how she was genuinely terrified of me and what I am potentially capable of to the point that she had her name legally changed. As shameful as I had already felt, having it spelled out that she worried I’d harm her children to get back at her, it honestly hurt to know that’s how low I’ve acted that she would believe that.

I have been struggling with feelings of shame and regret for my actions for a long time and had long realized that everything she said about me was the truth. Were they not true back in 2012, I saw to it that I eventually reached that criteria. I was more selfish than I ever could’ve imagined myself being. I treated her like my property and like she wronged me in every conceivable way as if it justified my actions. If my name were stripped from this story and this were just some random story on the incel subreddit, I’d have been unable to discern this from your average incel story. I don’t understand my actions, and I do not want to continue being that person.

The honest to God truth is that I was in denial for a long time about my true feelings and that I still loved her and missed her immensely and felt shame for feeling that way at all much less being unable to move on because of it. And if I had the guts to have tried and settled those feelings with her properly when it was still resolvable, almost all of this ugliness could have been avoided. I am in disbelief of my own actions and am honestly worried about what the larger implications of my actions are. As much as I’ve believed my mouth writes checks that my body can’t cash, I’ve had to face that I might really be a danger to others. I can lie and say I never meant to hurt her, but I did 110%. As if she hadn’t endured enough pain her entire life prior.

If she ever sees this; I’m just sorry for everything I put you through; all the stalking, all the harassment, all the fear and anxiety I’ve induced. I am, at the very least, seeing to it that you are no longer alone in the knowledge and the fear of who I really am. I don’t know how I ever got to the point that I did; how I could let my feelings turn me into an even more pathetic festering scrotal sack of a person than I was before. How I cold say the things that I did and ever think I was the victim. How does one purposely hurt the person they care about most and not ever realize how awful they truly are? You deserve the best this world has to offer; and it drove me mad knowing that the best does not involve me no matter how I tried. Most of all, I’m sorry for losing sight of how I should have had your back, no matter what. I do not expect you to ever believe what I say or to ever forgive me; I deserve neither. There is no punishment too great for my actions.

Never forget the things that make you special and never accept anything less than you know you deserve.

Something I want to make perfectly clear to anybody reading this; I deserve no sympathy and am not seeking it. My actions are those of a pathetic loner who was exposed to love and did not know how extremely unprepared he was was to face the baggage that came with it. Anything I said in any way defending my point of view were explanatory, not attempts to excuse my actions. As all-too-human as my motivations may have been at times, I chose to act the way I did. As oblivious as I was to how toxic and vile I’ve been, I deserve only condemnation and contempt for my actions.

I write this more than anything to take responsibility for my actions because I haven’t for much of the last decade. And everybody deserves to know the truth about who I am and how I’ve behaved, and this is all I can possibly do to finally allow healing to fully take place. I cannot heal or attempt to better myself if I hold onto this information. Earlier in the year, I lost my Grandfather who I was very close to, and I’ve felt compelled to be more like he was. He never would have acted this way, but had he, he would have done the right thing and admitted to his wrongdoings. He was a good man and that evidently did not jump down to his grandson.

I’m going to be gone for a long time; maybe forever. I cannot continue to live my life this way. This is the legacy I’ve left online; and I will not stand by it. I may be able to find some semblance of myself some day, but for now; goodbye.

-Ian (a.k.a. Ian McClaine, Frank Garrett, Samuel Dickens, Bladez636, thebladezmanII, thewhyofbladez, TheMysticalBladez, thedamagewithin, axisoffear)

#confession #tumblr psa #abuse #calling myself out #coming clean #delusions #emotional abuse #harassment #heartbreak #incel #mental instability #mind rape #self-loathing #stalker #stalking #thewhyofbladez

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