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🥪🥪 THIS IS A REMINDER 🥪🥪
ANTIS DON'T GIVE A SHIT ABOUT YOUR TRAUMA!!
Please don't disclose your trauma to Antis as a way to make them understand your point. STRANGERS AND ONLINE DEBATES ARE NOT WORTH YOUR SAFETY AND METAL HEALTH.
Antis don't care about your safety and your personal life from the get-go, they only care about themselves and the victims who AGREE WITH THEM. THAT'S NOT PEOPLE WHO DESERVE TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR TRAUMA!
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👉 There's nothing wrong with enjoying any type of fiction for kink or self-pleasuring reasons.
👉 There's nothing wrong in writing or drawing media blatantly portraying sexuality.
👉 Creating art simply for kink or self-pleasure doesn't make the fiction any less valid or "less off".
👉 You don't need to constantly pair kink with other more "refined themes" to make it "acceptable" in your writing/drawing.
👉 "PWP", aka "Porn Without Plot" or "Plot? What Plot?", is still just as valid as other types of writing.
👉 To think that only "safe" and "unproblematic" kinks are allowed to be written or drawn is extremely kink negative and conservative.
👉 Taboo kinks and paraphilias should have the right to be explored in fiction the same way that "non-problematic" kinks are. Yes, even if it's only for self-pleasure.
👉 There's nothing wrong in posting writings or drawings containing nothing but kink on the Internet. You don't need to keep it to yourself. If it's tagged, there should be no issue if people want to avoid it.
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VALENTINO X DAUGHTER READER
PART 2 (part 1)
Summary: Being Valentino's daughter, you should be used to this, right? You should know him, right? But you really don't.
Genre: Smut, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Psychological
Note: Val is referred to as Daddy throughout, Readers age is not specified
HUGE WARNING: RAPE! PHYSICAL ABUSE! NON-CON! MANIPULATION!
Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Incest, sexual themes, contracts, manipulation, Val is an asshole, Val is a pshyco, Biting, no foreplay, yelling, threats, talk of breeding, virginity taken, naive reader,
Let me know if I missed any!!
(I do not condone any actions of Valentino in this piece of fiction)
NOT PROOF READ (I spent way to long writing this leave me alone :,))
After that shoot, Daddy had taken you to a lot of his shoots. His goal in his words is to “Get you accustomed to Daddy’s working environment,” you never know why exactly he wants you to get accustomed, but you assume it's so then you can hang out comfortably in Daddy’s studio. You don't mind it, obviously. Despite the inappropriate activities that go on you enjoy spending that time with Daddy. 
Though something you notice is how every shoot you go to, Daddy appears more deranged and.. ‘regal’. He acts more powerful towards his employees, they seem frightened, intimidated by his demeanor. You don't like it, not one bit. Every single shoot he gets worse, and somehow he pulls you closer.
That first instance of his questions wasn't the last, either. But it feels so normal, and you hate it.
But do you really? 
Daddy makes you question it every single day. He doesn't take you to all of his shoots, but it's become enough that you feel normal when he nibbles on your ear and asks if you like what you’re watching. And every single time you answer the same way, ‘Yes daddy, I love it,’ or  just a simple ‘yes’. Though you don't understand what's happening for most of it. It all feels so odd, so different, yet normal. 
One day when you didn't accompany Daddy to his shoot, you instead hung out with Vox for the entire day. 
Vox is also different to you. You don't often hang out with him- or at least not as much as Velvette. He's cool, and he's also beloved by many. Just walking through the office with him made you feel like you were being watched, judged, scorned by many. But Vox makes it clear that just being with him makes people adore you. 
You’ve never been an official member of the Vees, more of an honorary member that doesn't really do anything but be treated. And at first, that label fit. You enjoyed being treated. 
But now you just feel like a puppy following its master. No matter who you’re with in the Vees. You feel like a dog, like a pet, like an object. 
You never go out alone. You don't know why, any time you’ve brought up the idea Daddy detailed that if you were alone anywhere someone would hurt you. But more and more you’ve been craving it. That individuality from your family, or daddy. 
One day, perhaps. Perhaps you could go out in the world without your leash, without an owner with you. You could be individual, be different. People could know you, not as ‘Valentino’s daughter,’ but as-
“Baby, have you picked an outfit yet?” 
Daddy snaps you from your daze, you realize this entire time you’ve been thinking. Daydreaming. Ruminating. But you have picked an outfit, at the very least. It's a very cute skirt and sweater combo, a red heart pattern across both garments. Though the skirt is a bit short for your comfort, you remember Daddy complimenting the skirt earlier. And you’d like to make him happy. 
“Yes Daddy! Sorry,” You say, running from your bedroom to where Daddy is adjusting his coat. He chuckles to himself, shaking his head in dismissal as he looks over at the outfit you wear. He squints his eyes, making an audible hum before leaning down to your level. “How about we make it sexier?” Daddy asks, pinching your cheek between his claws. 
“I guess, what were you thinking?” Daddy chuckles again at your words, slightly darker in tone than you’re used to. 
Daddy takes a long cigarette in his hand, seemingly appearing from thin air as he holds it in his hand. He then lights it quickly with a lighter that also seems to appear from thin air. The smoke is pink, a familiar pink that draws you in and makes you dizzy.
“I was thinking,” Daddy pulls his hand across the cigarette, before tilting his hand towards your bare legs. In a quick moment the smoke glows and envelops your legs, tickling up your legs to your crotch where it stops; and before you can even ask what he's doing the smoke disappears, a pair of black fishnet stockings where the smoke once was. “Something like this,” 
You look down, immediately feeling exposed. You’d never wore anything like this before, and with the skirt it feels even more dirty. 
“I-I don't know Daddy, it seems kind of expo-”
Daddy leans down, placing two hands on your shoulders and the others on your waist. You sometimes forget that Daddy has four arms. It's so normal that you forget that you only have two of them. 
“Oh c’mon baby, I’m not raising a prude, am I?” 
You gulp, trying to look away, but Daddy immediately uses one of the hands on your shoulders to tilt your head back to him. Though his eyes are soft. He's just helping you, yeah. He's just trying to make you feel more comfortable. 
“Am I?” He asks again, leaning closer to your small frame. 
“N-No Dad- Daddy.. I'll wear it,” You assure, placing your hand against his fluffy cuff. Daddy hums, not really saying anything nor moving, however. It's odd, he just looks at you, a grin on his features. 
In a flash, Daddy places a long kiss against your forehead, pulling away and uttering “Good girl,” Then he turns around, placing a lower arm around your waist as you both walk to the door. 
For a good moment, you’re both in silence again, going down floors to the studio you are filming in today. You don't mind being in silence with Daddy, especially if he's touching you so softly like he is now. He seems to be thinking about something, probably about the shoot, or about Angel, or Vox. 
And then the silence breaks. 
“You know,” Daddy purrs, voice low and raspy. He moves a languid hand to your hair, tangling his fingers into the mop and tilting your head up. He leans down. “You’re such a good girl for me,” you flush, feeling one of his hands caress the side of your cheek. 
“Th-thank-”
“You could make us so much money if I didn't want you all to myself~” Daddy rasps, pulling his cigarette to his lips and taking a drag, blowing it into your face. You mumble, “Wh-what..?” You feel dizzy, veins on fire and legs weak. 
“Don’t worry your pretty head about it, Mi Amor..” Daddy chuckles beneath his breath, leaning so close you can taste his sweet breath on your own. Closer, closer. You can feel his tongue against your lip. What's happening, you can think straight. That smoke has made you dizzy. 
Why is Daddy so close, why is he about to kiss you? Why is he pushing his tongue into your mouth, why are his lips tightly against your own. Why are you moaning, why is he pulling on your hair. It's like he's sucking the life out of you. You can't get enough. Don't stop. 
His tongue and your own intertwine, a lascivious taboo in the air. He groans deeply, an evil in his voice. How long have you been doing this for? Why haven't the elevator doors opened? What is happening? 
Before you can blink, his lips are away and you are both stepping out of the elevator onto the studio floor like nothing happened. 
“Daddy, what-” 
“What's up, baby?” 
You pause, unsure of yourself even. 
“I-I don't know..” 
“Odd, maybe you should get that checked out,” Daddy laughs. 
Maybe you are just delusional.
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You'd been shooting all day. Every time you look at the clock another hour has passed it seems. Now you'd been shooting for about.. 
13 hours. Straight. 
The sets had changed, the actors had changed, the only thing that doesn't change is Angel dust. He's there, he has the star role in every single shoot. It's odd, really. You don't know why Daddy doesn't try other stars, just Angel. He looks so tired, and you are to. Daddy had gotten you food and drinks whenever you request, but it looks as though he's not treating angel with that same kindness. 
You want to talk to Angel, ask him what's going on, maybe sneak him some food. But you don't. 
You're a coward. 
But you don't want to be. Maybe you can be better. It's not like Daddy will be shooting for much longer. 
“What's this one, Daddy?” You ask, holding an iced coffee Daddy ordered Kitty to get for you after you said you were tired. Really you were hoping if you said you were tired, Daddy would end the shoot and take you home. But instead, of course he gave you a coffee, kisses your forehead, and kept doing the shoot. 
“This scene is Angel doing a bunch of guys because he doesn't have any money to pay for his pizza, part 4,” 
“Part 4?” You question, squinting your eyes. Daddy nods, wrapping an arm around your waist as he takes a sip from your iced coffee. “Well in this part the Pizza man is bringing all his friends to teach angel a lesson.” Daddy utters, looking towards the dressing room where Angel currently is getting ready. The set is already set up, the only thing missing being the actors.
“I don't know..” You say, looking over at the door where Angel is emerging in a sexy pink lingerie set. “Doesn't he look like he's been taught enough lessons?” You ask, gesturing towards the spent looking Angel Dust.
“Oh baby,” Daddy purrs, placing a hand on your fishnet clad thigh. “No such thing as enough lessons, you know this,” You nod, looking over at Angel again as he talks to one of the other actors. 
“I just-” 
“Baby,” 
You look up at Daddy, or rather he makes you as he places a hand on your chin. His eyes are once again glowing a deep pink behind those glasses of his, darkening when they bore into your own. You shiver, the proximity making you dizzy as it did before. 
“Don't question me,” 
You gulp down saliva painfully. 
“Y-yes Daddy, m’ sorry Daddy.” 
“Good girl,” 
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The shoot ends up lasting for another 2 hours before you ask Daddy if you can step out for a bit to ‘Get off’. Daddy of course let you do so, which you knew he would. You think he likes the idea of you enjoying his work that much, but you could never be sure. 
What he doesn't know, and what you were anxious to do is that you snuck into Angels dressing room. You want to talk to him, more than anything. You don't know why, you want to know why so badly however. Your plan is to catch him next time he comes in the change his clothes, and you can ask him all the questions on your mind. 
The biggest one is if Daddy is always like this to him, and why he is. Does Daddy hurt Angel? You don't think so, but the idea becomes more possible with every minute. 
Angels dressing room is interesting. There's wigs, clothes, and a nice plush couch that you plan to sit on. Theres pretty pink glows filling the entire room as well, making the room fell rather warm and comfortable.
You make your way towards the couch, marveling in the pretty light pink accents and the cute heart shaped pillow. You wonder why there's a couch, anyway. It's not like you've ever seen Daddy let angel rest, let alone sit down. But you digress, settling for sitting in the corner of the couch with the pillow on your lap. 
And then you look up. 
It's one of Vox’s cameras, looking directly at you. 
What were you thinking? Fuck, why did you even do this? Vox is going to tell Daddy, and Daddy is going to come in and get you so you can't ask Angel any questions! You should have hid, not sat out in the wide open! Your heart is racing, your breath is short. You’re about to pass out. This anxiety, why is it so heavy? Daddy would never hurt you 
“”Don't question me”” 
Fuck. 
Maybe if you hide, Daddy will think Vox is just kidding. Oh what are you saying? Daddy knows you, he’ll know just what you’re doing. 
You look over at the camera once more, before settling your eyes on the door. You’re just going to have to endure the inevitable, you just have to. There's nothing you can do. You've fucked it.
I can only blame myself. 
The door is open in a slam, the mirror next to the window shattering on the impact. It's Daddy he's angry, fuming, furious. He closes the door behind him and locks it faster than you can blink, and you realize he's not wearing his coat anymore. His wings are fluffed in anger, and worst of all it's all directed at you. 
You stand, walking towards him.
“D-Daddy.. I'm so sorry I didn't mean- I'm just-” 
Daddy throws a hand against your neck, pushing you towards the corner next to the couch with a ‘SLAM’. you cry out in pain and fright, dangling from the floor so your eyes are at his level. 
“What makes you think you can just go doing whatever you want?! You think you can be more powerful than me?” Daddy's hand tightens around your neck. Not so tight you can't breath, however.
“No- I,” 
“You’re fucking powerless! You think you can tell me how I treat my employees?! You’re nothing but my idiot daughter who seems to have forgotten her place,” 
“That's not what I was d-doing I was just going-”
Daddy throws you by your neck to the couch, lunging onto you like a predator. 
“You were just going to ask Angel if he was okay? Gonna see if he was having any fun?” Daddy hisses, taking the your hands when they try to push him off and pushing them above your head. 
“News flash, baby. He isn't. And that doesn't fucking matter, that bitch makes me money and that's all I care- I own him. 
“Daddy you cant-” 
“You really think you can help Angel? This is hell, you only care about your family and your friends, nobody else. Especially not fucking whores like him,” 
You sob, tears making your eyes sting. 
“You think you can protect him? Can protect anyone?” 
You shake your head, Daddy’s lower arms holding your thighs down against your body, making it hard for you to move. 
“This isn't right! You c-cant just hurt people-” 
“I can do whatever the fuck I want with him- I own him. Just like I own you..” Daddy growls, stroking a hand against your cheek.
You look at Daddy, confusion in your teary eyes. 
“Wh-what?” 
“I was the one that got you killed, the reason you’re down here. It's all for your own good. You signed the contract, Baby,” 
You flinch when Daddy strengthens his grip on your wrists. 
“The contract? I thought that was so I could live with you- I don't-” 
“Learn how to read contracts, baby,” Daddy growls, moving his hand from your cheek so he can summon the golden contract, holding it above your eyes so you can read it. 
And he's right. 
‘This contact also give Valentino complete ownership of your soul, your body, and your being. Valentino may use you for anything he pleases, no matter what it does to you.’ 
You cry out, tears burning your cheeks as they fall. 
“How could you do this to me, Daddy?! You’re supposed to protect me-” 
“It's so I don't have to share you with any of these fucking assholes in hell, I can have you all to myself. This contract does keep you safe,”
You whine out in pain as Daddy's claws dig into your thighs. 
“I dont-” 
Daddy forces his large hand around your throat again, cutting off your words. 
“I do what I need to get what I want, if I what I want is to own my daughter so she won't ever fuck anyone but me, I'll do it. If I want to beat my employees when they fuck up, I can. And if I want to hold you down against your will and Fuck you into obidence, I will take that fucking virginity and tear it up just like your mother's!!” 
Daddy growls.
“Fuck me? Dad I'm so confused-” 
“That's right, little slut. I was planning on going slow with you on this but I am so fucking done with letting you off the hook. I spend way to much of my fucking money on your pretty ass to not get what I want out of it-” 
“Dad- I thought you-” 
“You thought wrong, little baby. Now lay back and take it like a fucking champ or I'll make you.” 
“No! You can't! Stop-” 
“No one's saving you,” Daddy growls, tearing your panties apart like they are made out of paper. 
“Scream and cry all you like, I will make you understand that this behavior is not fucking getting past me! You will fucking learn!” 
You sob. 
“Y-yes Daddy..” 
“Good.” 
This picture is so different to the Daddy you once knew. All this time, was Daddy just this cruel man? Where had you gone wrong? Why couldn't you just stay silent? This is your fault. He isn't just playing. You thought he was, but this is all to real to be playing. 
“P-please stop..” You whimper, legs shaking as Daddy pries your legs apart to reveal the wetness of your pussy. Daddy chuckles. “Oh baby, we’re far past begging.. you should have thought of that beforr you kept fucking fighting me-” 
Daddy laughs again, pressing a finger against your clit. 
“Now should I be nice to you, give you a little foreplay, or do you wanna keep being a little bitch and I'll just have to fuck you no prep?” 
You cry, sniffling as you shake your head. 
“FINE! No prep it is then! I'll just fucking force my way into that ungrateful cunt!” Daddy growls flipping you around so your ass is in the air and your head is pressed into the couch cushion. 
“You’re so fucking lucky I love you, or you would be torn to fucking shreds.” Daddy places two hands either side of your head, the other fumbling with his belt. You hate that sound as much as you love it. Why do you kind of like this? The anticipation is as awful as it is exciting. There must be something else wrong with you. 
“D-daddy.. please be gentle..” 
“You think you deserve that?” Daddy asks, nibbling your ear as you hear his belt discarded across the room. Next is the zipper. “Be honest, Baby,” 
You cry, “No..” 
“Good girl, stay still for me.” 
Already? Stay still? No. Stop. You want him to stop, you do, you promise. You’ll be good just- 
The whole entire length of Daddy's cock is shoved in you in one go, forcefully and painfully. You see red, you scream, you wail. And he doesn't give you time to adjust either, holding you down by your shoulders and hips as he takes away your virginity. 
Every thrust hurts, every thrust make you scream, but you can't do anything to stop it. 
“Oh baby, you feel so fucking good on my cock- how did I even control myself?” Daddy growls, dragging his pink tongue across your neck. You feel his saliva wetten your skin. 
“Daddy..” 
Daddy’s thrusts speed up, uncaring for your sobs. 
“That virginity of your’s feels so good being broken baby.. if I could breed you I would- oh imagine your swollen belly with all my kids~ sexy..” 
“N-no-” 
“Oh yes baby, just feel my cock.. imagine how many times you could have me plow you baby,” 
“Y-yes Daddy..” 
This whole thing is a mixed bag. What does he want? Does he want you to be his? Because you already are. What does he get out of tearing you down.. 
He gets power over you, and a pretty little cocksleeve, it seems. 
“Baby, you’re such a sexy thing when you're scared, you know that?” Daddy asks, tilting your head so you can see his dark large silhouette over your own. “I just love it when your frightened of me,” 
“Do you like it baby?” 
You are getting Deja Vu, Deja Vu of when this all started. When he held your face and squeezed your thigh. 
“Y-yes Daddy,” 
“Good girl,” he says, just as he did then. 
A clawed finger meets your clit, rubbing it softly in contrast to the ravenous pace he sets in your hole. Yet it feels better and better every second. What was once a white hot pain is now a red hot pleasure. You can stop it. Your daddy is being so evil, so wretched. 
And you don't want it to stop. 
“Baby, what happened to all that crying? Are you enjoying yourself..?” Daddy asks, pulling out for a moment as he forces your body back onto it's back, making him seem even bigger and more scary. 
Daddy forces his cock back into your pussy, you feel it all the way in your stomach. 
“Don't worry baby,” thrust, “Daddy won't judge you,” thrust. You whimper, legs dangling in the air pathetically as Daddy takes control of you. 
“A little..” 
“Perfect,” Daddy growls, forcing his tongue down your throught until you gag. It's like that kiss before, yet more evil, sinister, and the other one was such a blur.
This one is more vivid than the sun. You can feel everything, you can feel his sharp teeth against your own, you can feel his tongue brush against yours, you can feel his large hand grope your breasts, you can taste his pink saliva. 
His cock is so big inside of you, you can't deny, and you think Daddy can tell as well. Because he reaches for your hand, pressing it against your exposed stomach where your sweater rose up; and low and behold, there is a prominent bulge where his cock bullies your cunt. 
“Do you feel that Mi Amor? Do you feel Daddy’s big cock tearing you open?” 
You moan, loudly. 
“Y-yes-” 
Daddy chuckles, leaning down to your neck. He grips your jaw, tilting it. 
White hot pain is all you feel, Daddy’s teeth sink so deeply into your neck you can feel yourself go lightheaded. But you cum. You cum so hard the pain doesn't even hurt. It feels so good, better than anything you’ve ever felt. 
Daddy cums to, dumping a large amount of seed into your needy cunt until you can feel it dripping back out of you again. Daddy chuckles at this, pulling his teeth from your neck so blood begins to drip from the wound. 
“So much cum, baby. No one has ever made me cum that hard..” 
You nod, dazed. 
“I sent everyone home, baby, so don't worry about everyone seeing your powerless little body after it got pounded, got me?” 
You look up at Vox’s camera. 
“Y-yes Daddy.” 
You’ve never felt more lost. 
But at least you have Valentino, right? 
Right? 
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Part 3???
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whereserpentswalk · 2 days
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People try to divide content, especially queer content, into wholesome vs adult. But the truth is that divide is a lie. Degenerate queer sex is actually super wholesome actually.
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autistichalsin · 11 hours
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"I'm not anti or proship, I just believe in avoiding shit you don't like, there's more important stuff than your kinks"
CONGRATS FRIEND YOU'RE A PROSHIPPER, YOU JUST IDENTIFIED THE LITERAL PROSHIP POSITION
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duaghterofstories · 12 hours
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I will not be elaborating or defending myself. 😘
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myfandomrealitea · 18 hours
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Is normalizing problematic stuff in fiction actually harmful to others in real life, or is that just something said to prevent further talk of such things?
The notion that fiction can in any way normalize "problematic stuff" is a discussionary roadblock in much the same way that the moment you try talking to certain people about certain things they whip out pedophilia as a trump card.
Its also why its actually so fucking important that from a young age we are given proper, well-rounded education and opportunities to exercise things like critical thinking, self-reflection and the ability to analyse what is in front of us to form our own conclusions instead of blindly following and believing whatever we see at first glance.
(Which applies to everything.)
Its also why its so important to separate things like creative appreciation and reality. Which we see in the whole anti vs proship debate all the time. We are supposed to observe fiction from the outside. We are not supposed to try to convert reality into fiction or exist in the real world as if we are in fiction.
Have you ever watched Hannibal and gone out to kill someone to turn them into a fancy European dish? Have you ever watched Game of Thrones and tried to fuck your sister?
Lolita is another prime example. The amount of people who didn't understand the actual point of Lolita and still don't is fucking staggering. Lolita is supposed to make you uncomfortable because you know its not right. You know its not normal. It doesn't romanticize or normalize pedophilia and older men going after young teenage girls. It does the opposite.
There are two types of people who believe or are susceptible to believing things they see in fiction are acceptable in real life; the uneducated and the mentally unstable.
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a world i built for you
💟 / 🩵 / 💕
💾 / 🌸 / ⌨️
💖 / 💠 / 💞
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firecrackerfemboy · 22 hours
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i find most antishippers are incredibly miserable people, who hate on proshipppers, who are generally much more happier and free. stay suffering, but dont make it our problem.
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cousinshipper · 2 days
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it's always "mental health matters!!1!" until someone copes in a way they don't like . god forbid someone says "these two fictional siblings kiss" that would be just horrible 😔😔
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If you ever want to scare antis just go, “oOOoo dark themes in fiction that aren’t explicitly condemned by the narrative OooOOoo!👻”
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I want to write a long ass staticmoth backstory fic just to do a joke where Vox tries to hypnotize Val and because Val is so baffled in the moment that someone would try to do that to him, he goes along with what Vox told him what to do. Later Vox tries again to hypnotize him but this time Val doesn't react and when Vox freaks out about it Val says "don't tell me you didn't know whores are faking it all the time lol"
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To all selfshippers who have f/o’s who suffer in the story they’re in:
Imagine holding them (even if they are bigger than you!), allowing them to cry or vent as they lean against you.
If you’re more confrontational, imagine speaking up for them and being completely ready to bodyslam the people in the story who are mean to them or have hurt them.
Your f/o knows how hard you fight for them or how you go out of your way to comfort them and they are so grateful, even if they can’t voice it for whatever reason. At the end of the day, they think of you and feel better. No matter what happens or has happened, they’ll always smile because of you.
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Imagine hugging your F/O(s) from behind while they cook!
They're making your favorite meal, btw 👀
(Bonus: They just learned how to cook /if they couldn't before/ and the very first thing they did was cook for you! 💚)
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fatepek · 1 day
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Small 'commissions break' (Because we rest from drawing... drawing.)
Tagging as suggestive
-Dina
Reblogs are highly appreciated! ♥ + Commssions are still open!
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