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where-does-the-heart-lie · 3 days

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I will make no excuses. This is the biggest example of self indulgent art ive done since my birthday last year. I have no fucking clue what au this is. I jsut wanted to draw Sabo as a sheep, Ace as slutty and greasy as i could with him still being hot in my eyes, and luffy with adorable little bear ears. Also that shading on luffy’s pic was really fun to make.

I had a physical reaction to drawing the little animals. Theyre. Everything. To me.

Why luffy is bear- bears are so food motivated i love them.

Why sabo is sheep- rebelling against fate’s design, breaking from herd mentality, etc etc

Why ace is coyote- it’s really funny how people keep thinking theyre cats or dogs and take them in but theyre just feral creatures. Very similar to Ace me thinks.

I wanted to make luffy and ace typical predators of sheep. Something something them born to destroy the system of all that has ever been (harking back to that herd mentality) something something also breaking that promise too to be brothers with someone from that system

#my art #one piece #sabo #monkey d. luffy #asl brothers #one piece fan art #portgas d. ace #sabo the revolutionary #asl aus #they make me ill #they make me physically ill #sick in the head #one piece spoilers

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ur4niumgl4ss · 1 month

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Throwing myself against the computer screen in my computer prison

#the magnus archives #jonathan sims #jon sims #the magnus protocol #sick in the head #help

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thrutheinferno · 3 months

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hiiiiiiii charden hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii i miss uouuuuu

wuz inspired by all of @lovrbooy ‘s charden drawings becuz he is carrying charden nation on back bless u boss man

#charden #charlie x dennis #charlie kelly #dennis reynolds #iasip #always sunny #it’s always sunny #my art #rcg #sick in the head #i love them #pookies

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palossssssand · 7 months

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new character debut >:] A joint effort with @igneouskit who came up with the physical description, Kinoga was one of Trito's closest friends when they were in the military, last presumed dead after accepting being a test subject for Kamabo, that Trito runs into on the surface many years later, much to both of their surprises

#SICK IN THE HEAD #I've been thinking about trito more and writing lore and . ough. the horrors #my ocs #kinoga #splatoon #splatoon ocs #octoling #if anyone guesses what they're directly based off of you get silly points #also never ever. want to draw dualies again #this shit sucks #dapple dualies #NOTHING BAD EVER HAPPENS TO THE DOME OCTOLINGS

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ohbo-ohno · 8 months

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i saw somebody somewhere say "ghoap noncon puppy play" and blacked out. now ~2k of this exists. enjoy <3

cw: kinda kidnapping, noncon puppy play, gags, dark!!! it's noncon!!!!

Soap tries to sneak out the morning after.

He must not know Ghost’s awake (doesn’t know about the nightmares, doesn’t know it’s a miracle for him to have slept as long as he had) and lets out little groans and moans when he rolls away.

Ghost doesn’t realize he’s leaving at first, thinks he’s just getting more comfortable. When he sits up and his feet hit the floor, Ghost is up in the blink of an eye, hand locked around Johnny’s elbow keeping him from moving another inch.

“L.t.?” He asks, voice all rough and sleepy.

“Where you goin’, Johnny?” Ghost rumbles back.

He squirms a little in his spot, free hand reaching up to rub anxiously at his hair. “Aye, Ghost, need to get ready for trainin’ yeah?”

“Get ready in here.” There’s no reason for Johnny to leave now. No good reason for him to ever leave Simon’s side again, actually.

But he makes a little noise in his throat, one that seems instinctual. “Listen, Ghost,” he starts, head dropped low to stare at his lap. “I know you don’t want anythin’ here, yeah? Can you please just let me make this easier, get us past the… weirdness faster?”

Well. Nothing he just said is true.

There is something here. A part of Ghost is pissed off that Johnny isn’t acknowledging that, but that’s not the most pressing part of his sentence. Ghost is never again going to let it be easy for Johnny to get away from him.

But he can’t say all that. How do you articulate the feeling of finally giving in to an obsession that’s crawled your bones for months?

He’ll have to show him.

Next time he fucks Johnny - and there will be a next time - he’ll show him he doesn’t get to just leave the next morning.

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Poor Soap hardly makes it a week before he’s begging for cock again.

It’s cute, the way he goes all dumb and drooly. Eyes wet and dazed, staring up into Ghost’s like he holds the secret to the universe.

The sex is just as mind blowing as the first time, just as world-shattering and axis-tilting. Ghost knows he would sleep well that night, if he let himself sleep. But he’s got something to set up for Johnny, so he eases his way out of the bed and leaves his boy all warm and sated.

It’s hours later, when the sun is just about to rise, that Johnny shifts around in bed and starts making those little grumbling noises.

Ghosts slips behind him, sitting up as he does and moving to sit next to him.

“Stay,” he says, low and quiet even in the safe silence of his room.

Johnny can’t even look at him. Just stares down at where his hands fidget in his lap, poking the tip of his tongue past his lips and worrying it with his teeth. Ghost wouldn’t mind doing it for him, but that’s not what his focus needs to be on.

“Ghost…” Johnny sighs, finally looking up at him. He’s got this desperation in his eyes, clear to see even in the dark of the room, that plainly says don’t make me explain this. Just let me do it.

But that’s not happening.

When Johnny gets up this time, Ghost follows him, locking a hand around the nape of his neck and squeezing his fingers just a bit.

“Stay,” he tries again.

Johnny makes a low little noise in his throat, staring up into Ghost’s eyes like he’s waiting for words Ghost doesn’t know how to give.

He’d give Soap anything. Move Heaven and Earth for him, fight the devil himself to keep him alive. But he can’t give him whatever words he expects, because he can’t fucking figure out what they are.

So he does what he can do.

When Soap moves away, Ghost’s grip turns harsher. He muscles the smaller man over, getting only the littlest bit of fight as he bends him over stomach-down on his dresser.

“Johnny,” he warns, low in his throat. “You’re not runnin’ away this time.”

“I didn’t ru-“

“Do you want me to be nice to you? Huh?” He growls, shaking Johnny’s head and leaning over him to breathe in his ear. “I won’t be nice much longer, Johnny. You decide how you want to play this.”

Soap’s silent for a second, breathing gone heavy and spine tense. His eyes are wild where they lock on Ghost’s over his shoulder, and for a second, just a heartbeat, he feels a little bad for how Johnny’s about to spend his day.

But he gave him a chance. Practically begged Johnny not to walk away. He’s got to realize that Ghost is serious, that he’s not letting him fucking go. Not now, not ever.

So when Johnny rears up, hands and feet planted solidly to try and break free of Simon’s hold, he doesn’t feel bad. Not when Johnny clearly needs the lesson.

Johnny’s a big man, strong and willing to fight. But he doesn’t really want to get away, and that’s what gives Ghost the advantage.

He’s rough about shoving his face to the wood of the dresser, leaning his weight against his back to hold him still while he pulls out his first gift from where it was tucked in the back of his pants.

He locks the collar around Johnny’s throat quickly and efficiently - one second his throat’s empty, the next he wears a clear sign of Simon, a sign that says taken.

“Wha’- “ Johnny mumbles, one hand giving up on pushing at the dresser and reaching to paw at his neck. “What the fuck is that?”

“Your collar,” Ghost rumbles, hold not loosening as he nuzzles into Soap’s shoulder.

“Collar? Why the fuck would you put a collar on me?”

“‘Cause you're mine,” he says simply. It’s really not much more complicated than that. “Now, are you gonna be a good boy and stay where I tell you to? Or you gonna make me punish you?”

A whine crawls out of Johnny’s throat, without his permission if the way he tenses is anything to go by. But he still doesn’t give in, head tossing back into Ghost’s shoulder in what's probably an attempt to headbut him.

“L.t., let me go, what’re you-“

He sighs, loud in Johnny’s ear. “You don’t get it. I’m not letting you go, Johnny. You’re not running from this. I won’t let you.”

He grabs his boy by the back of the collar, dragging him over to another corner of the room where Johnny’ll be spending his day.

The extra large dog crate should send the right message - trapped, but comfortable. He’s laid a small but plush mattress at the bottom, stuck in pillows and blankets and a few little fidget toys so his puppy doesn’t die of boredom.

Johnny’s struggling grows more frenzied the second he lays eyes on the cage. “Steamin’ Jesus, Ghost, what the fuck is that?!”

“What’s best for you, Johnny,” he responds, pushing the boy to his hands and knees with relative ease, the cage door already propped open and easy for him to start shoving a confused Johnny into. “Get in.”

“No! Why the fuck would I get in?!”

Well, it doesn’t quite matter. Johnny’s putting his back into fighting now, gone fully into defense-mode and trying to hit any spot on Ghost he can. Luckily, they spar often, and Ghost knows all the tricks Johnny falls back on when lost in panic.

Only moments later, Johnny’s flat on his back in the crate, door closed and locked behind him. Ghost crouches at the side of the crate, fingers laced through the bars as he watches Johnny slowly come to terms with what's happening.

He’s on his knees only seconds after the door closes, head nearly touching the top of the cage as he leans toward Ghost.

“Ghost, what- what are you doing? C’mon, let me out of here. It’s not funny, ok?”

“Not laughin’, Johnny.”

“Then- then what the fuck! Let me out, are you insane?! I’m not staying in a fucking dog cage!”

“That’s exactly where you’re staying. Until I come back tonight, you’ll stay right here in your crate. Safe and sound.”

“But- you can’t-“

“I can. And I am.” It’s almost pathetic, the desperation in Johnny’s eyes as he stares up at Ghost. Like he still can’t quite understand what’s happening. Ghost takes pity on him, pushing his fingers further through the bars to stroke at his boy’s cheekbone with the backs of his knuckles. He leans into it, precious thing that he is. “It’ll be ok, Johnny. This is just what you need, this’ll make you understand, yeah? Now, are you gonna be a good boy and stop barking, or do I need to muzzle you?”

That sets him off again, sends him launching to the other side of the crate. “You can’t fucking- you can’t fucking muzzle me, you big bastard!”

Ghost only sighs as he stands, grabbing the black muzzle from where it rests only a few feet away. It’ll be difficult to get it on with Johnny kicking up a fuss, but he should be able to manage.

He’s careful to block the opening as he opens the crate door, but shows no hesitation as he reaches in and grabs a panting Johnny by the hair. He’s quick about the process, gets the internal attachment of the gag stuffed into Johnny’s mouth before he can really start struggling.

He scratches at Ghost’s hands and arms, kicking desperately at the soft bedding to try and gain leverage to push away.

“Calm down,” Ghost growls, bent in half over the smaller man to lock the gag around his head. His fingers struggle to get the small buckles in place with the way Johnny throws his head back and forth. “The more you struggle, the longer you stay in here. That what you want, Johnny? Thought you wanted out?”

There’s a loud whine beneath him, something plaintive and sad and scared.

But Ghost can’t comfort him right now. This is a lesson.

So he gets the gag secured, leans out and locks the crate door before Johnny can fully realize what’s happened. He lays there on his side, eyes dazed and confused. Ghost just stares down at him.

He’s slow once he finally starts moving, shifting to his knees and hands coming up to feel around the edge of the muzzle. It’s a comfortable leather that wraps around the entirety of the bottom half of his face, leaving only his cheekbones and above visible. It’ll be uncomfortable to breath if he works himself into another panic, but not impossible.

He tries to work at the strap, but it doesn’t do anything. Ghost has thoroughly tested this particular gag, knows it’s only coming off when he wants it off.

His hands fall to rest on the blankets a moment later, eyes moving up to stare into Ghost’s where he towers above the cage. He can see Johnny’s jaw working, knows he’s chewing at the part of the gag that rests inside his mouth. A whine slips through, just loud enough for Ghost’s heart to skip a beat.

“I’ll be back later. If you’re a good boy, you can sleep in bed with me tonight.” He lays a hand over top of the cage, scratching at a dazed Soap’s scalp. “Try not to make a mess.”

And then he turns away, off to find Price and tell him Soap’ll be out sick for a few days.

#sick in the head #ghoap #simon ghost riley x john soap mactavish #cod:mw2 #bo writes #dark fic

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nuge · 4 months

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leon draisaitl | EDM v. SJS | 12.28.2023

#leon draisaitl #edmonton oilers #oilers lb #perlinigif #sick in the head

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dearbraus · 6 months

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eren being a slightly possessive little bitch boy is exactly why i like him. he’s a loser and he’s whiny but he’ll treat you right which is exactly why he can’t fathom you ever breaking up with him but you do it anyway (you regret that) (he knows you do that’s why he keeps dropping by unannounced)

#signed fawn #me when i start an ex bf eren fic …#sick in the head #musings #w. eren

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wibble-wobbegong · 1 year

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THE SHED SCENE. AGAIN.

1 am i drank two monsters and the passion is peaking so im talking about it again but im gonna try and be So Direct.

NUMBER ONE. drawing lines

we ALL know mike was drawing a line between will and the rest of his friends in this scene.

he literally says that it’s not the same without will. Blatantly. so WHY is it not the same without will? what has he also DIRECTLY TOLD US about will that makes him different? from everybody else????

BEING FRIENDS WITH HIM IS THE BEST THING HE’S EVER FUCKING DONE!!!!!! like he literally says Right Here that will is above everything else in his life. will isnt just his best friend, he isnt just his favorite person, he’s the beat thing in mike’s ENTIRE life. why would he say that and make a clear differentiation if there wasnt any awareness going on

OH BUT WIBBLE YOU SAY. WIBBLE WHAT IF HE IS SIMPLY SAYING IT WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING THE HOMOSEXUALITY OF IT ALL???? ok well let’s look at his behavior when will is uncomfortable Before the shed scene

and After

he just. went from being the most insane possessive “nobody is allowed near him if he’s uncomfortable” guy ever to pressuring him to do things he doesnt want to do and making him go away. For Fun. there was Zero significant emotional discovery that would have been cause for such a drastic comparison between his behavior in that moment versus the rest of the season. even before will was in danger he was still keeping him close by

mike’s behavior changes DRASTICALLY. there was an event that triggered that change. you could argue it was the snowball, but we also have a scene where we witness him Drawing The Line between will and everyone else

BUT WIBBLE, HE COULDVE JUST BEEN WING MANNING. THE TWO EVENTS ARENT NECESSARILY CONNECTED BECAUSE MIKE WAS JUST BEING HONEST AND TRYING TO HELP WILL!! HE-

liar?

liar.

LIAR.

LIAR!!!!!

we know what mike was saying in the shed is true, but he still has the incredibly prominent lighting that indicates mike is lying or hiding something. everything mike says here is provably true through parallels to crazy together and a bunch of other shit, so what is he hiding?? what could he Possibly be hiding here when we know he’s being honest about what he’s saying?

well, you know where else mike was being honest?

but he STILL has that lighting. because he isn’t being actually honest with will here. he’s downplaying the severity of his feelings A Lot. he’s hiding behind the guise of friendship in both scenes when his feelings run much, much deeper than what he’s showing.

but why would mike be downplaying his feelings in the shed scene if he’s unaware?? he WOULDNT. because he is AWARE. and it guides all his behavior from the snowball to literally his Whole Fucking Arc in s3 which is about Actively pushing will away and trying to fix himself and his feelings by growing up and “learning” to like girls. that arc didnt come out of nowhere. there was a trigger to those incredibly Conscious actions. mike wasnt blind to what he was doing when he made fun of will and projected his own inability to like girls onto him. he has a consciousness that does in fact guide his behavior when doing things Blatantly out of true character for him

pacing around my cage falling over clawing the walls

#sorry i am. diseased #Sick in the head #but i need people to just take the things they see in mike’s patterned behavior and walk backwards to the first instance #the Source #please please pleas eplease plee epalse apsle please #i cant take it man #mike wheeler #byler #<- sorry

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ruuhkaaika · 3 months

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imagine giving someone all of your birthdays and in return they give you all of their birthdays and oh,,,

#sasaki to miyano #rereading #sick in the head #this is my way of staying sane in france

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borderlinebelle · 2 months

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I have caught the worst strain of covid-19.

The variants on this illness are fucking STRONG. They’re dastardly daring and dutifully debilitating. please be safe out there my immunocompromised friends & mutuals. I wouldn’t wish this agony on my worst enemy.

& FOR THE RECORD, YOUR HONOR,

I LOOKED LIKE THIS ⬇️ YESTERDAY but today I am a corpse.