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o-i-w-u · 2 months

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Aaaa ideas ideas

For the doctor boys (who i totally dont want to smooch-):

What kind of Doctors are Sun and Moon? Surgeons, family physician, things like that.

What is their favorite thing to do to their patients?

Is there any certain way they pick their (totally not kidnapped or anything) patients?

Do they have regular patients that ARENT sort of lab rats for them, or do they take everyone they get?

Is their any certain result they want to achieve from their experiment, or are they generally just tgrkwing stuff together and having fun seeing how someone reacts to whatever concoction they make?

(And how would i be able to become one of their lab rats- please, i need them so bad -)

And for Thorn:

Is he a pretty pretty femboy? (I love him so much, I'll be a femboy with him and we can dress up together lol-)

hiii!!! ty for the questions!!!

im gonna throw a comic doodle thingy here along with the Q&a ehehejrb :3

(((uhhhh also under the comic thing theres some talks of torture n gore ehe)))

OKAY NOW Q&A TIME-

Q: what kind of doctors are sun and moon?

A: Well, they weren't made to be doctors at first, just meant to train new hires and make hospitals feel safer and funner for kids! but after funny virus they are self-proclaimed surgeons :) (moon mostly watches the surgeries and finds new patients, though)

Q: What is their favorite thing to do to their patients?

A: they like most forms of toture lol!! sun likes to fiddle around with organs, and again moon mostly watches, so whatever sun likes n whatever he does is pretty damn interesting. and they're both big fans of psychological stuff ehzhbe

Q: How do they pick their patients?

A: (almost) anybody who wanders into or near the building gets kidnapped willingly taken by moon for surgeries!

Q: do they have regular, non lab rat patients?

A: Nope, not anymore! they take anyone they can get their hands on

Q: Are they trying to achieve anything in particular w/ the surgeries?

A: they aren't really trying to make anything in particular? they'll mix and match parts on occasion, but other then that they're just doing it for the fun of it mostly!

Q: how do i become one of their lab rats 👉👈

A: wander into the hospital and prey you get found, or try and get their attention, idk how that would go if you're trying to be that direct tho.

Q: is thorn a femboy?

A: hes VERY confused by his identity, so who knowwws! ooo- (ty for the dress and eyelashes little bee, now hes having a whole other crisis :3)

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fictionkinfessions · 2 years

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not signing this because i post a lot here and don't want ppl to connect this fucked up thing to the rest of my confessions but: am i the only person who actively looks at content where my kintype is suffering or being tortured? like it's everywhere in the ao3 tag, because ppl love making me the perfect victim, and i just read it anyway. it's disturbing that ppl are making this, but it doesn't disturb me that it's about me. is it because i think i deserve it? is it a way to acknowledge and let go of my intrusive thoughts? is it because it's somehow cathartic to see myself get tortured? or maybe it's because i can laugh at a lot of it because of how badly written and out of character it is? i feel like it might be the same reason i'm constantly looking for good horror content-- because i want to be scared. i want to feel that strongly about something again. some messed up part of me wants to feel the kind of fear i felt in my canon again, maybe to validate myself and my own experiences. but nothing has done it for me. someone please write something so fucked up and disturbing that it makes me cry so that i can be released from this affliction /j

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #fandom issue #self harm cw #?#toture cw #abuse cw #fanfic issue #self hate cw #mod party cat!

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sarah-sandwich-writes · 10 months

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Happy Tuesday!!

Do you hate any of your characters? Like they are essential to the story, but you want to hit them with a bus?

Happy Tuesday! Thanks for sending this 🥰 I think I should hate Gray and I know readers will because he's such a creep, but tbh I delight in his nastiness. I think I'm much more likely to put him in the driver's seat of the bus that arrives masquerading as salvation only for the door to swing open and reveal him smiling behind the wheel.

Gray steps into view, scalpel in hand, teeth gleaming under the pool lights.

“I won’t talk next time,” Nash says quickly. “No deviations. I’ll do exactly—,”

M turns his back on him. To Gray he says, “You have permission to touch until I return. Do not kill him.”

“Aw, come now, M. I wouldn’t break my favorite toy.”

M heads for the door and Char and Dandy fall in behind him.

“Please,” Nash whispers.

The echo of the door closing reverberates through the room while Gray descends the stairs from the shallow end, slow and deliberate like he’s savoring each step. His teeth scrape over his lower lip as he looks Nash up and down. “Let’s get this shirt offa you first and then we can play.” He smiles as he sets cold steel against his clavicle. “Missed you, Indy.”

“Please.”

“Oh, are you beggin’ this time? That’s sweet. You know it’s my favorite.”

Blue Taglist: @wildswrites @themundanemudperson @the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see @theirtheretheyre @ploncc @thedumbestavenger @yors-truly @thephoenixandthecrocodile

#blue like don't forget about me #cw implied toture #ask games #sicko.gif yes YESS

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whumprince · 6 months

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Forced Body Alterations

Whumper that is a freak and likes to change their whumpee's body parts. For example: A whumpee that would look better with deer legs, but whumper fails in make them heal and with the time the stumps were their limbs used to be just start to get infected and with larvae and pus. The meat of the deer legs, now grotesquely sewed to whumpee's flesh starts to rot in their cell. Whumpee cant do nothing but feel their body fight against the infection, while trying to not believe that they were turned into an abomintion.

Of course when - if - they are saved by their friend Caretaker, they will not stand to eat meat, look in the mirror even when their animal parts are gone, or even speak ever again.

Think this with also whumpee with their skin scalped and the exposed muscles are coated with animal skin. Just like,for the fun of the whumper.

#whump #angst #whump prompts #whump tag #whumpee #whump writing #whumprince writing #toture #gore #grotesque #body alterations #amputation #cw: gore

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kissmeau · 1 year

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❛ go ahead. you might as well finish the job. ❜

@nezumivc103221 | &. 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

Pleas, cries, and screams, none of them satisfy Autumn as much as the smell of copper invading the room. Not as much as the momentum between a drop and a gush as he hits the man with a whip on the days-old wounds, showing a somewhat yellow color and a putrid smell, a sign of infection.

Autumn stops, gets closer to the man held by its wrists, and smiles. It's a sadistic smile, but it's tender as well. His mind swirls with memories of the abuse he endured as a child and the image of the person that's made this grotesque scene possible. Autumn's chest is filled with pride for his captive and his creation. It's time for both to meet.

Autumn goes to the next room, the fancy one, with red carpets and an actress. He opens the door and leans on the frame; the relaxation of his persona exudes from his body, making it palpable.

"Come on. You've won a tour."

It's the first time Eve is allowed to leave the room. Autumn holds his hand like a gentleman even. There's no risk. The main door is upstairs, a vault that opens only with a code. Nezumi can only glance at it and dream of escaping. But when he sees the state of the other room, he'll be more grateful for his confinement.

Autumn opens the door. "Voilá. Here are the results of your outstanding performance, sweetheart. Better than an Oscar, I dare say." Autumn's voice is inviting; it's against Nezumi's ears, as his hand is around his waist. The floor is slick with fluids, and he's barefoot. He wouldn't want his wonderful artist to slip and hurt his head against the half-finished concrete.

He can sense Nezumi isn't terrified in the slightest. Is he sensing a good mood? It must be good to know where all the screaming from the past few days has been coming from.

"You'll soon have a full night of sleep." Autumn kisses the curve of his jaw, which vibrates as Eve's voice mentions an encouraging phrase. Autumn smirks and guides him out.

"Not yet. He hasn't suffered enough; his heart is still beating. I'm not that wicked, I'll let him have a death of natural causes."

#cw: toture #cw: blood #nezumivc103221 #cw: gore

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parasiticwhumpee · 14 days

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Heart of Bone

(There may be more updates to this)

Cw: Mentions of toture, conditioning, mindbroken whumpee, carewhumper

Whumper glanced into Whumpees room as they walked by. It was still as empty as the day Whumper set it up. The blankets were folded, the bed was made, not a single piece of clothing taken out of the dresser. They sighed and walked past the unused room towards the living room.

“Whumpee?” They called out as they searched the house. Whumper heard a small shuffle from behind the couch and walked towards it. “Whumpee, is that you?” Whumper kept their voice quiet as they slowly leaned over the top of the couch. Their eyes met Whumpee’s, the small form cowering and curled up behind the couch.

Whumpee hadn’t left the spot in weeks. Ever since they had been lead out of the basement. As much as Whumper adored hearing the screams, the begging, the sobbing, they were starting to worry a bit about Whumpee’s health. After a while they had stopped speaking. Whumper hadn’t even noticed it at first since they were still regularly hearing their voice. Sure it was only wailing, but a voice was a voice.

Whumper had only started noticing Whumpee’s issues when they had stopped eating. Whumper had dropped off a tray of food in the basement like they did every day. They hadn’t even bothered glancing at the chained up captive before leaving them with the food. When Whumper came back a few hours later to take the tray, they were a bit confused.

Whumpee was just sitting there, staring at the bowl in front of them. They hadn’t even moved from where they were a few hours prior. They just gazed at the food with that hundred-yard stare. Like there wasn’t a bowl of now cold oatmeal in front of them. Whumper tried getting their attention a few time. They snapped their fingers in front of their face and asked why they were wasting food. Whumpee just slowly looked up and tilted their head. They looked between Whumper and the bowl a few times before slowly crawling to it and starting to blindly eat.

Whumper started paying a bit more attention to their captive after that point. They started to notice how slow all their motions were, the lack of eye contact, the way they only moved when directly told to. It was a far cry from the snivelling coward Whumpee used to be. Whumper considered just hurting them more. Assuming this behaviour was a result of becoming “too comfortable” - but figured that would just make the problem worse.

So, Whumper finally let them out of the basement. They had even set up a small room for Whumpee with a lock on the outside so they wouldn’t run. But Whumpee never even went into it. Instead opting to hide behind the couch. Whumper was a bit worried at first that it would be easier for them to escape this way, but their worries were quickly quelled when Whumpee refused to leave the corner even when Whumper would leave the room.

Now here Whumper was, trying to coax their captive out of their little hiding spot. “Whumpee come out please.” They said with a soft voice as they patted the top of the couch cushion. “Come on buddy, I’ll give you a snack if you come out.” Whumper added with the most realistic smile they could muster to try and make Whumpee feel safe. Whumpee slowly tilted their head. Their glossy eyes barely being able to focus on the person in front of them. Whumper couldn’t even tell if Whumpee had heard, or at least understood them.

Whumper took a deep breath. They didn’t want to force Whumpee out of their spot, but they needed Whumpee to heal and force would just get in the way of that. Commands wouldn’t help either since that would just encourage their mindlessness. “Whumpee, I’ll give you a cookie. Don’t you like cookies?” Whumper didn’t actually know if Whumpee liked cookies but it was worth a try.

Whumper slowly got off of the couch and made their way to the kitchen. The opened a cupboard and looked through it for the old packet of cookies. They grabbed the box and double checked the expiration date. Whumper was never a fan of cookies so all they had was this old package of chocolate chip cookies. They didn’t want to make Whumpee sick from old, moldy cookies. Once Whumper was sure they were edible, they grabbed a few and made their way back to the couch.

“Whumpee…” Whumper said as they peaked over the back of the couch. They waved the handful of cookies in front of Whumpee’s face. “These could be yours if you come out.” Whumper said with a sickly sweet smile. Whumpee continued looking up with a zoned-out stare, but slowly but surely, their eyes focused on the sweet treat in front of them. Whumper smiled and brought the cookies a bit closer to Whumpee.

“I promise theres no strings attached. This yummy cookie could be yours. You just have to come out to get it.” Whumpee considered it for a moment. They slowly reached up to take it. Every time Whumpee reached closer to grab the snack, Whumper pulled it back just a bit. Inch by inch, Whumper slowly lead their captive up and over their small couch prison. Whumpee flopped over the back of the couch and fell onto the cushions. “Great job Whumpee!” Whumper praised as they stuffed a cookie past Whumpee’s lips.

Whumpee’s eyes went wide as a sweet, chocolatey flavour filled their mouth. They quickly chewed the piece in their mouth before opening their jaws for another. Whumper let out a sigh of relief as they fed them another chunk. Whumpee slowly ate the cookie as Whumper fed them. Sure, Whumpee wasn’t emoting as they ate, but they were eating without being directly ordered to, which Whumper considered a victory.

Once Whumpee finished all of their cookies, they just stared at Whumper, waiting for further instructions. Whumper took a few steps back to see what Whumpee would do. Once it clicked for Whumpee that they were out in the open without permission, they quickly - compared to their sluggish norm - scrambled ungracefully back over the couch, landing on the other side with a thump. Whumper rolled their eyes and glanced over the sofa back. “You alright down there?” They asked with an exasperated look.

Whumpee just tucked their knees to their chest and curled up on their side. Whumper wished they could have kept Whumpee out of the corner for a bit longer, but progress was progress. Maybe tomorrow Whumpee could eat more than a sweet treat without an order, or even say their first word in months.

Taglist~~ @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

#parasitic whumpee #heart of bone #whump #whump writing #carewhumper #conditioning #mentions of torture

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notzawzark · 1 year

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I really enjoyed your story a part two would be lovely but do not push yourself and have a lovely day

GHOST (mw2) X MALE READER (platonic) PT2

woooooo yeah baby, thats what ive been wait for, thats what ive been taking about, wwoooooo, another installment of my poorly planned fanfic

as perusual: sorry for any typos, and do not expect some grandiose writting, i am not that smart

CW/TW's: toture, gore, vomit, if i should add more just tell me and i will

I throw on a shirt. A button up. Not one I chose myself, but its not like I hate it. Its ugly but in a charming way. I put on leather boots, keeping the pants I wore to sleep on. Its not my best outfit, but considering how little sleep I got last night, I don’t anyone will care. I sure as hell don’t.

I leave my room, entering into a hall. The cold concrete below me tapping under my feet. I stop in front of ghosts room. I hear talking on the other side of the heavy metal door. Faint, but still there. The guards posted in front of the door ask me if I want in. I tell them no. I want to get somethings first. I wonder the halls. Looking for the stairs up. The building were currently holed up in (and have been for awhile) is some old abandoned hospital. When we first set up here, it was trashed. To this day It still doesn’t look very homely, but its better then it was.

Ive been stashed away in the basement, Also where the interrogation room is set up. i find the stairs, ascending up to floor level. I make my way to the current medical ward. there are so many people. You wouldn’t expect this place to be so packed, but it almost always is. Most of the people here are good. Civilians. Simply people in need of doctors, but without the money to get any. Cant say the same for the people stationed in the basement.

“hey.” I try and get the attention of one of the makeshift medical staff. His name is Chester im pretty sure. “shit-“ he turns around, startled. he was tending to some random sick person. Cant tell why their sick though. “(reader)!” he sounds pleasantly surprised. Like meeting an old friend unexpectedly. Weve only really ever talked a few times. “I need bandages.” I tell him. He looks around, a but confused, “uhm…” he takes a second “do you mind if I ask why? Or is that.. uh.. can I ask why?” he lowers his voice into a whisper for the last bit, leaning in.

All the ‘doctors’ know who theyre working for. The same man im working for. But that’s about all they get to know. We bring them medical supplies so that they can help their towns people. in return, they fix up anyone we bring to them, no questions asked. It’s a covert deal, and they arent aloud to talk about us. If they did, my boss would probably anonymously tell the police what they have set up here. Only one of the doctors has a medical license.

“the bandages arent for me” he understands that he isnt gonna get much more then that, nodding and leading me away from his current patient. He takes me to a closet “bandages and stuff are in here,” he opens it, “can I ask what type of wound your bandaging?” he asks, leading me in.

“I don’t know.” It sounds like a copout, but I genuinely have no idea. It could be anything. Cuts, burns, chopped off limbs. “oh wow.” He looks worriedly, searching through the random supplies. He hands me a roll of white bandages, “here” and then he goes back to looking around. “what are you looking for?” I peek over his shoulder. “well your probably gonna need more then just the plain bandages, even if we don’t know what you gonna have to fix up.” he hands me some bandage tape. “thank you” I tell him.

we part ways, and I start back to the basement. Stopping on my way to ghosts new room to get a bucket of water, two rags, and a towel.

I stop in front of the door, there isnt any talking now, nodding to the two guards. They go to open the door, but its prematurely opened by someone else. Im greeted by a man covered in someone else's blood. The man with the cart of torture supplies. The butcher. “hi-“ my voice cuts off. “hello.” He looks down at the assortment of things Chester handed me. He grunts, pushing past me, dragging his cart behind him. Its bloody. Very bloody. there are a few loose teeth on it that werent before, and it leaves a trail of blood behind him as he leaves.

I enter the room, hastily met with the smell of blood and vomit. I turn my face, it smells fucking awful. The door is shut behind me. The table has been moved off to the side, and ghost to the middle of the room. Hes covered in his own blood. “hey..” I let out. I try not to let my concern waver my voice. Ghost groans, and then ends up in a coughing fit. His mask is off, but his head is dropped down, facing the floor, blood soaked in his hair. I go over to the table, dropping my supplies down, and picking up his skull mask. “would you like your mask back?” I ask, turning to him. He just coughs more. Im pretty sure he coughed up blood.

I get up closer to him, placing down my bucket of water, his breathing hastens, he turns his face away. It takes a moment for it to click, “oh shit-“ I look at the rag in my hand, “im not gonna water board you bro, I swear.” I panic out, trying to make him less weary of me.

It doesn’t work much, and he tenses everytime I move. Pulling up my sleeves, I dip the rag in water, and then start to clean out his wounds. There are different kinds. Some deep gashes, some circular holes in his skin, others bruises so blue youd think it hurt his bones. I don’t really get a good look at his face, even while I try and get blood off of it. he moves his face away everytime I try to touch it. its Understandable, but it makes things much more difficult.

I give up on trying to clean his face, and just put his mask back on him. He immediately seems more comfortable, still incredibly tense, but less so then before. I continue to clean off all the blood on him. Its tiring. Eventually its done though. I wrap the towel around him, covering him and helping him dry all in one. I get up, and grab the bandages, and tape. i get back to him, placing both on the ground. I open the package for the bandages.

I cover up most of the big gashes, and even a few of the smaller ones. Im covered in dried up blood now. I clean up around his chair too. Just getting blood up off the floor. Theirs vomit beside him. I begrudgingly clean that up too. I throw the second rag into the bucket. Taking a deep breath ones ive left the floor.

“thanks” ghosts voice sounds hoarse and it cuts out at the end. I go sit up in the table off to the side. “whens the last time you slept” I ask him the first real question of the day. Its quiet for a few minutes until he responds, “four days.” I mouth a ‘wow’ under my breath. I hold my breathing in thought, puffing out once I get to my conclusion. “ill let you sleep the entire time im here.. which should be..” I trail off thinking and doing math in my head, “two hours I believe, if you tell me what you guys know.”

He doesn’t respond. “what about a hint.” I smile at him. “no” his voice sounds more firm. The smile doesn’t fade. “fine, then you wont sleep for another day.” I hop off the table, and get onto the chair that was discarded next to it. Theres still paper and pencils, and so I start drawing. I draw him again. Its quiet in the room for nearly 20 minutes, I look up from my drawing every now and then to make sure he isnt asleep.

Hes falls asleep. I throw a balled up piece of paper at him. He startles up, looking around frantically to assess the situation. He drops his head back once he realizes it was just me. “if you had given me that hint I would have let you stay asleep” I taunt him. “fuck off” he blurts out. Hes getting comfortable, that hes just tired enough to not give a shit.

It gets quiet again.

“you know what-“ I look over to him, getting out of my seat and sitting on the table again. “if you tell me about your family ill let you sleep..” I pause, “that or your name” he looks me dead in the eyes, then up and down. Silence. “how’d you know about my brother?” he asks. A surprise for sure. “we made a little file on you, figuring out everything we could before we ambushed you. It was in that file… one of the few things about you in that file, and not just about ghost.”

“I am ghost.”

“you are a ghost.. you know how hard it was to find that out about your brother? That you even had a brother?”

“that’s the point.” He says in between coughs

I take a deep breath in and out. “I guess it is.” I say looking off.

A silence settles again. For about five minutes. He stares at me for three of them before looking away. “my brothers name was tommy.” I snap my head towards him. I didn’t actually expect him to tell me about his family. “is that so.” I inquire more. “he had a kid.” He continues. “and where is that kid now?” ghost doesn’t answer.

“and what about your dad?” he doesn’t respond, just like last time. I sigh. i want more, but technically he followed the rules I had. “you can sleep.” I jump off of the table, and get back to my drawing. Ghost gets as comfortable in his seat as he possibly can. Wasting no time to getting to sleep.

An hour and a half pass by. Ive filled the entire page with drawings. Ghost is sound asleep- the door starts to open. Shit. “HEY-“ I greet the person at the door loud enough to wake ghost up. “your back early,” I turn to the door. And ghost hurriedly wakes up. “(reader).” ‘The butcher’ greets me back, waving one of his hands stiffly at me.

“uh- can we have a few more minutes?” I rush out as the large man starts hauling in his cart into the room. He stops in his tracks. Slowly turning to look at me. “your time is up.” fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck “yeah but… i-I I was- I was starting to get somewhere with my… interrogation.”

“where?”

“he was starting to talk about his- uh his family and-“

“the boss doesn’t want to hear about his family.” He cuts me off

I look to ghost, and then to the man in front of me. “yes but-“

“why are you wasting my time (reader)?”

He cuts me off again.

I mumble and apology. I really shouldn’t have fucking done that. Shit, all cause I wanted to show ghost my stupid drawing.

He leaves his cart next to ghost, who has started hyperventilating. “you gave him bandaids.” He points out. “I didn't want him to bleed out.” I had already thought of an excuse. “I didn’t say you could give him bandaids.”

“yeah but he was probably gonna die”

“I didn’t say you could give him bandaids.” He turns to me. “yeah and the boss didn’t say you could kill him,” I retort.

He picks up a pair of pliers, holding them so tight his knuckles turn white. Hes threatening me. Fuck. “im sorry, I just didn’t want valuable intel to die.” I soften my voice, trying to de-escalate the situation. He turns back to ghost. I start to leave. “your not aloud to leave.” He snaps his pliers a few times to emphasize.

“come on man-“ I turn around towards him, my voice breaking. I don’t want to be here. He hums a bit, snapping his pliers a few more times. He doesn’t respond. “ill get you those drugs you wanted.” He stops humming, and lets the air fill with silence. “alright, you can leave.”

I practically run out of there. I feel bad. I feel bad for ghost. I feel bad about having to steal from the med ward. Shit. I really wanted to show him my drawing. I bet he would have told me it was cool. I get to the showers upstairs, and I wash all of his blood off of me. Then I go to my room. I put the drawing next to the first one. Hopping onto my bed.

If I get caught stealing ill be as good as dead.

hiiiiiiiii i see you made it to the end again, blushes

if everything goes to plan there should be at least five chapters of this fic when im done

#mw2 fanfic #call of duty mw2 #male reader #x reader #platonic reader #ghost mw2 #simon riley x reader #mw2 #reader fanfiction #fanfic #platonic fanfiction

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shivasdarknight · 10 months

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Time for your regularly scheduled, "Killjoy Hour with Enya" because we're being a killjoy about Dawntrail (:

So first and foremost: fuck Square and the XIV team for taking this angle. We could've gone any direction and we're going with Colonizer The Adventure. They looked at what we did on the Steppe with Hien and went "let's do it again! :D"

Mandatory CW for racism as it pertains to the indigenous peoples of North America, Mesoamerica and South America, and discussion of the genocide enacted by Spain against Mesoamerica and South America.

(Sections and the first letter of each sentence have been bolded for ease of reading)

But to explain further: Square has a really awful track record with their take on Tural, the "New World", especially in their handling of the Mamoolj'aa that are in Eorzea. This has been an issue since ARR and has been frequently criticized due to their extremely anti-indigenous writing. The way they handle the Eorzean tribes (which have been known as "beast tribes" and "beastmen" for a good part of the past decade that XIV has been around, I Should Not have to explain to you why that's deeply problematic) is an issue in its own right, but I'll only touch on what we've seen of Tural in the game itself and why this doesn't bode well for Dawntrail.

Let's get the obvious one out of the way first, this fucking shit:

For those unaware, this is the New World set. It's a craftable gear set from Heavensward that players can wear as a goddamned costume. I shouldn't have to be saying this in 2023, but this set has caused a great deal of controversy because it's a bastardization of plains tribe regalia. Square never should have added it to the game, but here it is and players constantly wear it in further offensive glams.

The only instance of this set being used with NPCs is in the Blue Mage quests and what we see of the Whalaqee. Again, to those unaware: the ARR Blue Mage quests are an extremely racist storyline that plays into white savior narratives and more offensive caricatures. The only representatives that we get to interact with of the Whalaqee are a little boy in this outfit (who's also extremely pale), and two Mamoolj'aa who are the lackeys of Martyn, the job trainer for Blue Mage - a white man! Further, the magic is notably not from Eorzea and is instead a cultural practice of the Whalaqee that Martyn took and turned into profit, and he's who you're supposed to work for. You are - yet again - considered a master of the practice, and this is written in mind with a default white man in mind considering Meteor being the stand in for everything. There is in-game appropriation of cultural practices, clothing, and tools but it gets worse the further you go into them.

The main plot of the ARR quests is that the Whalaqee are dying from a plague brought toTural by Martyn and other researchers with the Arcanist's guild 🙃 There were two trips: one to study Blue Magic, and one where people from the first trip went back because they found ceruleum in the sacred lands of the Whalaqee and began drilling for it. But remember: you only get to meet the Whalaqee through the two Mamoolj'aa and the Whalaqee child. The fate of the tribe rests in an Eorzean's hands because they put the medicine behind a bet for the further profit of Ul'dah. Win the carnival and make the owner a bunch of money and you get the medicine; lose, and they go raid the place for ceruleum and wipe out the tribe. It's a deeply offensive storyline that turns past and ongoing horrors that indigenous peoples - especially those of North America and Mesoamerica - have faced and are still facing into some trivial goal for a questline for a joke job that's solved through the white savior trope.

Then, of course, there's how the Mamoolj'aa are generally treated. Like the other ARR tribes and anyone the game doesn't consider civilized, their dialogue is written in broken speech patterns to reflect "lower intelligence." They're one of the only ARR tribes (next to the Qiqirn, who only got that somewhat through the SHB Qitari quests) that haven't gotten any kind of humanizing that the others have seen over the years (and even then, that's only been recently). Throughout ARR-HVW storylines, they're portrayed as extremely aggressive, are often throwaway mercs for hire around La Noscea, and they have them use this "cultural dance" of theirs that's described as extremely suggestive and is frequently used to sexually harass the white women of Eorzea. They're also seen in the Wanderer's Palace (Hard) as "aggressive barbarian" types who enslaved the Tonberries, which were originally the Spoken of Nym (so y'know, predominantly white society that became malformed and gangrenous tonberries). And your job as the Warrior of Light is, naturally, to exterminate them. There's other stuff like the naming of abilities they use (frequent use of barbarian/barbaric, which in it of itself is problematic), the totems and standards that you're actively encouraged to destroy, the shaman stuff + the fact that again: they're the only ARR tribe that never got the same kind of humanizing lens that tribes like the Sylphs got early on, or like the Amalj'aa got only recently.

Dawntrail looks to be as if it might be that humanizing effort that began in Stormblood and was most prominent in 5.X (ARR-SHB tribe side quests don't count as it's side content, not MSQ), but of course there comes the problem: beyond them never treating the Mamoolj'aa with any respect in the content we already have, they've already framed 7.0 as you meddling in the rite of succession for this new area. An area that is ruled by a two-headed Mamoolj'aa that we have to help overthrow (which is not new, as a two-headed Mamoolj'aa was already shown in The Wanderer's Palace (Hard) - but that one was portrayed as brutish, unintelligent, and played into inbred stuff as...the final boss of the dungeon who gets a special end dungeon cutscene to showcase the Tonberries brutalizing his corpse). And again, this plot thread isn't new! We already helped Hien do that to the Steppe back in Stormblood! This is yet another instance of the game treating imperialism and colonization as a fun thing for you to get in on, especially since they're using the setting and the getting to the setting as a summer vacation.

The fact that they are framing Dawntrail as summer vacation-like is insidious. You are a party of fantasy Europeans sailing to fantasy Mesoamerica/South America to meddle in their governing process.

And let's quickly go over that: the fact Tural is the "New World" as you search for "a city of gold."

These names are rooted heavily in European colonization. The idea that Europe is the "civilized Old World" and that the Americas were the "uncivilized, waiting-to-be-conquered New World" is what drove the colonization of the region, especially in Mesoamerica and South America. The term "New World" is inseparable from white supremacist narratives about the colonizers that engaged with the peoples of the Americas. It's bad enough that XIV introduced Tural as "the New World" to begin with and populated it with a fantasy race that's characterized by violence, a lack of intelligence, and sexual harassment + a gross caricature of North American plains nations, but they have now made it into the destination for the Scions' "summer vacation adventure"? So that you can go do an imperialism there, too? They even framed it as some tropical paradise as if that's not an extension of how colonization of these regions is perpetuated today through the tourism industry.

The other term - city of gold - was a myth that was used as the excuse to ransack Mesoamerica and South America. You've definitely seen it, as that was the entire plot of Road to El Dorado. It was under this pretense that Spanish colonizers decimated indigenous populations in the search of glory and gold. The search for the "city of gold" in the "New World" was a mass genocide - enabled through widespread massacre, and a vicious plague that wiped out 80% of just the population in Mexico alone.

In Mexico, the pestilence reached the Aztec capital, Tenochtitlan, before its fall in 1521. Pathogens also reached Peru, inciting a civil war among the Incas. Both of these situations were extremely favorable for Spain. The plague—cocoliztli—was the most devastating post-conquest epidemic in large parts of Mexico, wiping out somewhere around 80 percent of the native population.

(from "How Aztecs Reacted to Colonial Epidemics" by Richard Herzog on JSTOR)

This is not a subject to touch upon lightly in any respect. And for XIV to use it for their "fun adventure in a foreign land" is deeply inappropriate and frankly disgusting. But is anyone surprised? This is the same company that ignored the demands of the Saami council to remove the offensive Far Northern attire from the store.

What I'm disappointed the most about, however, is the number of fans chomping at the bit with angles about a tropical tourist destination, taking the summer vacation angle the devs are actively encouraging, and even stuff with pirates (do not get me started on how white pirates contributed to colonization of the Americas). As a friend put it very aptly: how do you see "new world," "city of gold," and a fleet of European ships sailing towards fantasy Mesoamerica and not get skeeved out at the prospect? This isn't something you should be excited about because they're having us role play imperialism Yet Again. But this time, it's all to the tune of "tropical summer vacation in a foreign land". And y'all are excited to join in?

I don't want the expansion to turn out this way. We barely have any information on this, I understand. But what I've laid out here is what the game has already done with regards to Tural's pre-7.0 depictions and what they've shown they want to continue perpetuating. If Dawntrail turns out to be somewhat decent (and it better be better handled than Thavnair and feature fewer white people populating the countries that are inspired by black and brown cultures), then fine. But as it stands, Square has not given us any reason to trust them in how they've handled their indigenous stories leading up to 7.0. This entire concept is rife with the potential to be extremely offensive and extremely racist, and the main takeaway most fans seem to have from this isn't that this is a gross depiction of indigenous cultures, but instead a fun summer vacation with the Scions?

Really?

#ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #dawntrail #ffxiv fanfest #fanfest 2023 #final fantasy #ff #racism #long post #original #im fucking tired #i just wanted a void expansion. maybe meracydia #but instead we got the One thing i was hoping xiv would never touch again due to how poorly theyve handled references to it #im both surprised and not that everyone is scrambling for this shit despite everything about it #like i just continue to find more ways to be disappointed with the xiv base. constantly.#like the positive reaction to this is genuinely sickening and i can't believe that /this/ is the angle they're taking going forward #like wow amazing we get ffx references mixed in there with racist bullshit thats been perpetuated since the 15th century #ngl im really dreading this and what comes out of the extremely racist parts of the fandom #like the fuckers who make ''feral tribal ocs'' in jungle areas who Definitely Do Exist #considering we've got literal fascist fuckers? yeah. i'm. very worried about the launch of this expac #especially with what's going to happen on the fandom side of things with racist new ocs

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shigarakis-cumdump · 3 years

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Search History Pt. 2

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Summary: How long has Shigaraki kept you in this musty room? You miss his face, too. He might be your kidnapper, sure, but he's all you have to talk to, if he'd give you attention..

A/N: Read part 1 here!

Cw: slight toture, stalking/ kidnapping, noncon/dubcon, somno

Word Count: 1.1k

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It’s been 2 weeks and Shigaraki still hasn’t let you out of the musty room he put you in. The few times he’s visited you, other than giving you food or water, you try bargaining with him.

“Shigaraki, I’ve missed you so much!! When can I come out of this room? I want to spend more time with you!” you say cheerfully, but you can’t fool him.

“Nice try, sweetheart~ I know the second I let you out of here, you’ll run off to those little heroes and turn me in.” he replies. You’d swear that wasn’t the truth (not anymore, at least) but no matter how you worded it, he wasn’t letting you out until he trusted you. Were these his true colors? All you wanted was some human contact, or even just conversation, if we’re dealing with someone like Shigaraki. You think you developed Stockholm syndrome, but you weren’t sure (although if you question having it, you more than likely do). Every time he came down to see you, your face lit up like a child during Christmas. It would bring him joy, sure, but Shigaraki has horrible trust issues. Who could blame him? It seemed too good to be true that the hero he kidnapped actually likes him. He started to believe his bad thoughts which led to more overthinking, and overall, an angry Shigaraki.

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“Shigaraki! How was your day? Did you go on any missions?” you beam.

“Don’t sweet talk me, slut. I don’t remember giving you permission.” he states coldly. Your brows furrow and you say, “I’m sorry.. We’ve talked before, I didn’t realize-”

“I said shut up!” he screams, “Every time you open that goddamn mouth of yours, you always talk about getting out. Why can't you see that I’m doing this for you. ALL OF THIS!”

“What? Keeping me chained up in this room?! You never come down to see me. If you loved me so much like you always boast about, you sure don’t fucking act like it.” you say, quickly realizing the words that came from your mouth. His crimson eyes lock onto yours as he steps closer to you.

“If you won’t shut up,” he says, unbuckling his pants, “I’ll make you.” Shigaraki forcefully grabs your head and pinches your mouth open. Before his cock is even in your mouth, tears are already streaming down your face. You try saying sorry, but it’s cut short by him hitting the top of your mouth with his cock. His head goes back, a low groan leaving him. “Now you’re being useful! This is when I love you the most- when you’re an obedient little slut.” he explains, forcing the rest of himself down your throat, feeling it tighten around him. Your hands were still chained, but the thought of trying to say no to him was terrifying. You gagged on his dick, turning Shigaraki on even more. He has a devilish smirk on his face, using his free hand to wipe the tears rolling down your cheek. “We’ll have plenty of time to train this throat of yours, too. I know you’ll be such a good hero slut for me, won’t you?” he says with a chuckle. You whine, wanting to protest. Shigaraki only slams into your face harder, your nose hitting his navel before his cum shoots down the back of your throat. Once he pulls out, he sits down beside you. “I love you so much, Y/N, I really do.. You just need to see it from my eyes.. I saved you from that horrible world so you could be safe and loved by me. You don’t need anyone else; I promise to make you love me just as much as I love you.” Make you? He was sounding even more delusional from the 1st time he rambled about this. The added bit of force did scare you, though. He may say that he loves you, but he was so unpredictable it’s like you were walking on eggshells.

“I’ll try and do better for you, Shigaraki..” you mumble, hoping at least that will make him happy. He wraps his arm around you and pulls you in. You freeze up at first, but his warmth quickly melted you until you were putty in his arms.

“Good. One day, you and I will live upstairs together, and we can laugh at all the heroes who die because of me.” he says happily, like it was a normal conversation. That thought made you shake a little. You didn’t want to die here, but as long as you obeyed him, he had only love in his eyes. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

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As the days pass, Shigaraki brainwashes and manipulates you more and more, until he knows you won’t leave him; until you can’t leave him.

“Shigaraki!! Did you get hurt from work?!” you say worriedly, pulling him in for a hug. I saw it on the news! I don’t know what I would do without you, please don’t die on me!” you say, sobbing.

“I made it home didn’t I, kitten? I won’t be going anywhere anytime soon, don’t worry..” he reassures you, planting a kiss on your forehead. You sigh in relief.

“I’ll go make you some tea,” you offer, heading to the kitchen. His hand stops you and pulls you back to him.

“All I want right now is you, my love.” he says, kissing you. His hands are stationed at your hips, making you sit on his lap. You can feel him getting hard under you from just kissing. Cute . You try to innocently grind on him, but Shigaraki has picked up on those things by now. “Wanna help me with that?” he asks. You nod eagerly as you unbuckle his belt. His dick springs out from his boxers and your hand gets to work. Shigaraki’s hand is around your throat slowly cutting off circulation. “Make me cum before you pass out and maybe I won’t use you like a ragdoll,” he says with a grin. Your eyes widen and you smile back at him. Things like this turn you on more than ever now. You spit on your hand and jerk him off, watching his face contort into boatloads of pleasure. He bucks his hips up, wanting more friction. You speed up your hand and he tightens his grip. Your vision starts to go blurry, but you really want to make him feel good. Shigaraki suddenly puts all 5 fingers on your skirt and panties, leaving you bare. “Sit up.” he commands. You do so and he lines his cock up with your wet cunt. He pushes you down on it and guides you to go at just the right speed. “Fuck, suck a good slut for me, my perfect girl..” he moans, bucking up into you. Your whines fill the room when he hits your sweet spot, and it makes Shigaraki lose his mind. He stills your hips, filling your hole up with his cum.

“Did you just..”

“Gotta be extra sure my darling won’t leave me, don’t I?”

Notes:

#shigaraki x you #shigaraki x reader #noncon/dubcon #comno #Tw: somno #kidnapping #shigaraki thirst #shigaraki tomura #shigaraki smut #Tw: noncon #Cw:noncon

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do you know how fucking horrifying it was not only to know my dad was still alive, but being kept alive inside a space station as barely more than a disembodied head??? they pulled a fucking cabinet man on him. and then he died again for reals this time. just...good god. just seeing him at all was haunting. and also confusing as hell. why does nobody tell me things!! - dr. venture

#fictionkinfessions #fictionkin #drventurekin #venturebroskin #toture cw #death cw #gore cw #body horror cw #mod party cat #outer space cw #?

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hello!! i hope its not much of a bother but could you write tommy x reader whos lovelanguage is quality time? ( platonic ofc ) also i hope you are having a good day :D

spend time with you

hello!! i hope its not much of a bother but could you write tommy x reader whos lovelanguage is quality time? ( platonic ofc ) also i hope you are having a good day :D

hi!! of course it’s not a bother, i’d be happy to write this :) since you didn’t put whether you wanted headcanons or a oneshot, i just went with a oneshot, if you want headcanons instead i’m perfectly fine with writing some <3

cw: cursing

spend time with you:

so, you were bored. and lonely. it wasn’t a big deal. you mean, it shouldn't be one. everyone gets lonely and bored, and sometimes the easiest solution is sitting in angst. so as much as try to wallow in solitude, the brain screams for a solution to the isolation. so there’s discord calls and tommyinnit.

crawling off the hardwood floor, you walked over to your pc setup. you should stream. instead, you logged onto a random parkour server and called tommy. after a few seconds, he answered. “hey tom.”.

“hello, bitch. what’s up?” tommy replied in a fake angry tone, before reverting back to his usual joking sound. even through his light and airy voice, you could hear the hidden concern. he worried too much, in your opinion. maybe, your brain reasoned back, there was a good reason for his worry.

“nothing really. just bored, haven’t been out in a while. i’ve been doing in-person learning for a bit. haven’t had much time to talk to you all.” you had a calm facade, a facade that was thin enough for tommy to catch the lonely undertones in your words. you hadn’t been talking to people much, with school and testing. and it’s not like you had any friends from your school, that dream was whipped into the trashcan and then set on fire the moment you began to play video games on the internet for anyone to see. sure, some kids found it cool, but would they actually approach the silent kid to talk to them? no, of course not.

“oh man, that sucks. have you been out much at all?” when you told him you hadn’t, you heard a thoughtful humming sound through the headphones. “well, you’re free this weekend, right? it’s only like a two hour drive from your place to mine.” the way he approached the idea of meeting up so casually, it was astounding to you. sure, you had gotten the vaccine so there were no covid issues, but meeting with someone you had been friends with online for a while now was a big deal. or maybe it wasn’t and your head had just taken it all in weird.

“tommy, that is a big deal, you realize that right? for me to just go to your place, that needs planning.” you tried to play it off like he never excited you, like you were as casual about this.

“oh, come on. planning isn’t that big a deal, besides, i wanna spend time with you!” his voice had risen, and you were once again astounded by the kid you were on call with.

“yes, tom, i want to spend time with you, but i- i dunno, this is all sudden. i wouldn’t want to impose on you, or, or your family at all.”.

“seriously, you think you’re gonna be imposing? my mother likes you more than she likes me, the only people you’d be imposing on are betty and walter. and as an act of forgiveness, you can take them on walks.” he had a confident voice, and you laughed.

“ok, ok, tom. i’ll see, ask the parents.” he muttered a “good”, and the conversation topic had switched to what you would do if you did visit him.

when you asked your parents about it, there was some confusion but with much pleading and phone calls back and forth between the adults, the ultimate decision had finally been reached. you were able to visit him for the weekend. after a long car ride and reassurances you would behave, you were let out of the car and into his house.

“tommy! hi.” you ran up to him and greeted him with a hug, trying to grasp the absurd concept that you had finally met your best friend.

he pulled out of the hug and stared at you, “so, what do you wanna do?”.

you guys ended up visiting the nearby stores and parks, filming it for the tommy vlogs channel. you ran around, finally feeling better. okay, so maybe loneliness wasn’t a constant and unending toture. if feeling like shit was the only way to feel this way again, you would feel like shit for every weekday.

“...” you were laying in the grass at the dog park, tired after taking the dogs for a walk and running around with them playing frisbee. tommy flopped next to you, betty laying down with him as walter continued to run around. he moved his hand to pet the dog. “... hey, tom?” you turned toward him as he made a hum of silent acknowledgement.

“... thank you. seriously. i really needed this, just to get out and spend time with you.” you wished you could put on a natural and laid-back tone, instead of making it so obvious how you felt, baring your soul to the empty air. you were happy, but this conversation felt like you were being torn into.

“why the hell are you thanking me? we’re friends, why wouldn’t i wanna spend time with you? don’t do stupid, there’s nothing to thank me for.” he turned his head to look at you and his face scrunched up. “stop looking so emotional n’ shit. it’s weirding me out.”

your nose scrunched up as you laughed at him, smiling again. “ok tom, ok. i promise not to thank you for anything ever, ever again.”

you heard him start a rebuttal, “well there’s nothing wrong with thanking me for other things, as i am very amazing and above others …”

i hope you liked this! it was a bit more angsty than i planned for but still a healthy amount. bit shorter bc tired though, sorry! anyways, have a lovely day!

#mcyt x reader #tommyinnit x reader

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sideblogformindtrash · 3 years

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I feeling kind of bored so yeah. This is about Säel’s parents.

CW: lady whumpee, pregnant whumpee, discussion of child death; multiple whumpees; slave job; fire; non-human whumpees; non-human whumper; use of the world hell to describe a place; multiple mentions of death/bodies;

Her child would be born into hell.

That, if they were born at all. She was at the edge of her strength, working everyday on the forges, surrounded by fire. Fire that for the longest time, had meant life. It lit up every candle in the graveyard, warmed their house in the evening and her father, in summer days, would sit outside with her, casting shapes into the air.

If only she had seen that sooner.

Here, fire was an all consuming monster to which bodies were fed. It was the smoke that would slowly kill her, and all of those around her. It was the scars that every prisoner had - except for her, blessed by flames, hurt only by blade.

She left her homeland to escape death. Or what she had thought was death: quiet, peaceful stillness, that surrounded every corner of the Goodlands. A redome, she no longer accepted to live at.

But outside of it she found out what death truly meant. It was misshapen, and unnatural, as cadavers were carried to the furnace, death from exhaustion or toture and sickness. They were thrown with piles of wood to feed the flames, without a second thought, the immense mouth that always craved for more.

Death, all around her… and a single spark of life, she thought, as she placed her hand on her tummy for a moment, soothing her kicking baby.

“It’s okay… Mommy is here”

She needed to leave. She had a plan, before the little spark had joined them, but now, it only seemed harder and more impossible to execute it. She was tired and drained and scared. She feared for the child’s life, with an intensity she never felt about her own. If only that child could be born inside the boring redome, or on the desert, in the mountains… Anywhere but here.

Her child would be born inside hell. The complex cave system turned into mines, forges and an entire underground city, sustained on the back of slaves like her, so different from the land of her birth.

Her child would not be a slave. And that’s the only thing that kept her going.

Well… that and…

He stepped into the room with the heavy, thunderous sound of angry boots. Her, and the other slaves, fell to their knees, as the masters of the forge made a reverence, going to talk to the King and show him the work they had managed to complete that day.

It was not what she cared about - fuck that towering creature, half human, half monster, encarved in rune and inside it’s dark armour. It was the angel who she loved. A much smaller figure, that even in this hell, seemed to be surrounded by light, always being dragged behind the King as his personal toy. His wings were wrapped together, hands and ankles in shackles, a golden chain attached to his neck and to the fists of the King. He watched her under the brown curls, blinking shyly. New wounds, bruises and cuts spread all over his body, as they always were.

She moved just slightly, letting him see her tummy, and getting the shyest smile back. Just a second and it was gone, because if they were ever caught… Her body would not be resting peacefully on the grass of her homeland, to be tended by their descendants. It would be fed to the monster, as all that died in hell was.

#laz & sael #kind of #lady whumpee #lady whump #whump #fantasy whump

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2tonecarnation · 2 years

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Pinned post- meet the artist ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

in an unprecedented turn of events, i have notes and blog visiters now! for those curious, here's a little pinned post w/ my pfp and some basic info on me

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hi, i'm laura ! im 19 and an illustration student in the US

my pronouns r she/her, im lgbt :)

my only fluent language is eng, i took french and japanese in school but i only know basic coversational stuff

i'm big into referential and period piece art, i specifically like to do a lot of pieces based on early internet media and early 2010s superflat aesthetics

i'm also a big fan of psychological and gore/toture horror, sometimes i forget to cw/ trigger tag my work so pls dont follow if that bothers u

i'm generally not huge into fandom space but i rly like: sonic, llsif/ idol games, cookie run, what we do in the shadows, death note, jjba, madoka magica, pkmn, splatoon, and spvtw (plus others lol)

i really enjoy all sorts of alternative rock and pop! my favorite artist is mitski and my fav band is mcr

this account is just to archive my work from school and my personal life so i can access it for portfolio reasons! PM me if you're interested in comissions or buying my work~

my redbubble has prints of many of my pieces here for sale! my username is limefrog ^^

Thanks for reading all this, enjoy my blog ٩( ᐛ )و

#art #artists on tumblr #artwork #aesthetic #illustration #digital art #procreate #horror #anime #self portrait #anime girl #about me #about the blogger #about the artist #meet the creator #y2k

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evdeanwriter · 3 years

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Rat | Original Fiction; M

Fictober prompt 4: “Fine, I give up.” cw: toture

All her instruments lie before her, cleaned and glistening in the sterile white light above her head. Her trusty bone saw, the brand new tongs, the scalpel so sharp it could split a hair in two, lengthwise.

It won’t be hairs that she’ll be splitting. It’s skin that will give up on the blade’s lightest touch, parting beneath it. The ravaged nerve endings will fire frantic signals into the brain, begging for help, begging for it to stop.

It’s going to be a fun night.

The scalpel is a good start. Elegant, painful, branding. There’s a reason it’s her favorite, after all.

It sits comfortably in her hand as she lifts it. The green iris of her eye reflects in its smooth surface.

She turns to the man in the chair. His limbs securely tied, the rope biting into skin as his muscles tense up. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down as his eyes land on the blade.

She smirks. It might go quicker than she thought.

“So, Hudsley,” she purrs, closing the distance, “is there something you wanna tell me?”

“You can slice, and you can dice all you want—”

Hudsley’s mouth stretches in a self-assured smirk. As if she couldn’t see right through it, through the tension in his entire body, in the unsure glances at the scalpel. He’s very much scared.

“That’s the plan but”—she hums, pleasured—”you make it sound so exciting! I should get to it.”

Where should she start?

Go straight to the widest canvas of his chest—the buttons of his shirt popping off as the blade cuts their threads? His wax needs a touch-up but the tan from his recent business trip to Mallorca is the perfect shade of golden.

Or to his face where it hurts most—no, not physically but mentally—because sure, chicks dig scars, but not that kind, not that many? It would show off her work beautifully, earn some fancy plastic surgeon big bucks. And the sounds Hudsley makes as the cold, harmless side of the scalpel tenderly grazes his cheek are priceless.

No, scratch that. Where it hurts most is down, down, down, past his navel, past his alligator skin belt and obnoxious buckle. She presses on the softness through layers of linen and cotton-polyester blend.

She jolts back right as piss starts to wet them through.

She scrunches up her nose in disgust. “Now, that’s just unsanitary.”

She’s used to it: snots, piss, or worse. Wouldn’t be a good torture with a proper mix of bodily fluids. They don’t move her. But a healthy dose of shame won’t hurt.

She’s not touching that area though. Back to his chiselled face it is.

Just a tiny nick over his cheek bone.

“Fine, I give up!” Hudsley squeaks. “I’ll tell you everything, I don’t care. Covering their asses isn’t worth it.”

Her eyebrows ride up—she knew Hudsley is spineless but she didn’t expect him to break this quick. Must be a record: most of her guests stay for at least a few cuts.

“Good decision,” she says, setting her scalpel down, swapping it for a cotton swab. “But you see, I was already pretty sure who the rat was.” She leans close and wipes the blood streaming down his face. Who says she can’t be nice? “And you just confirmed it for me.”

“What are you talking about?”

He’s almost convincing, but the tension in his jaw gives him away.

“You know very well, Hudsley,” she coos and playfully boops the tip of his nose with her fingertip. “You are so not gonna enjoy the visit to the boss’s office.”

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