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redcallisto · 1 year
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A little something from last year! I was looking thru my old posts and feeling nostalgic lol. I don’t think i’ve ever posted this here tho
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stemms · 6 months
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I came up with a timetravel c!Prime AU, it's called Cyclical Repossession Through Times (or CRTT) and it's my main AU right now.
After the destruction of the lands of the Dream SMP in the previous timeline, it was restarted. This change wasn’t impactful to the majority of the server; they had no clue they ever existed before, and therefore didn’t hold any memories of their past lives. c!Tommy and c!Dream were the only ones who managed to keep their memories. To c!Dream it was a benediction, and to c!Tommy - a curse. While c!Dream remembered their time in exile, prison, post-prison break, and protégé au, c!Tommy only remembered the very beginning of the server (s0), L’Manberg, and Pogtopia. Even though the boy’s mind lost all the upsetting memories tied to the man, his body didn’t. The moment c!Tommy met c!Dream for the first time, he couldn’t help but flinch, his ears were ringing, hands shaking, and every inch of his body screamed at him to get away from the man and run as fast as he possibly can. But he couldn’t comprehend why he reacted this way, if he was facing no one else but his rival, mentor, and brother figure who’d certainly do no harm to him...
The plot revolves around two timelines, both of which took place after the finale of Dream SMP:
The past:
After the restart of the server, the eight-year-old c!Tommy lived in the woods by himself, until c!Wilbur found and took him in. But before the two had the chance to bond and fully warm up to each other, the boy was kidnapped by c!Dream, and taken to exile (to his real home, where he truly belonged). After all, he was a much better candidate for the role of an older brother than c!Wilbur would ever dream of becoming, c!Tommy just didn’t know it yet… 
Because c!Dream still had his memories of exile, prison, post-prison break, and protégé au, he simply couldn’t keep himself from reclaiming what was truly his… especially now that he was the only one who remembered the boy.
Although c!Dream didn’t possess the revival book physically anymore, he knew it by heart, so there was no need in participating in any wars or choose c!Schlatt’s side later. Not to mention that he already had the key to L’Manberg in c!Tommy… 
Even though c!Dream managed to get his hands on c!Tommy with very little effort and no one was aware of his plans, he had a strong paranoia of losing the boy to the hands of the server again. Similarly to c!Tommy’s kleptomania, which directly impacted his self-worth, c!Dream depended on owning the boy (although he absolutely hated the idea of it, and denied it until the end). So, if c!Dream was c!Tommy’s God, he was nobody without him by his side… 
Upon moving to Logstedshire, c!Tommy built a tent to live in, and it stayed this way for a few weeks, until c!Dream’s paranoia worsened to the point where he decided that it wasn’t safe to keep the boy there anymore. So, he made c!Tommy build a little bunker below the tent, and compulsively checked if he still had the keys, and if c!Tommy was still in his room, every night before going to bed.
In the beginning of c!Tommy’s exile, c!Dream abused him the way he did in the past timeline; after all, he could never get enough of it… After having broken the boy’s spirit, he coerced him into seeing him as his big brother and parental figure.
Although c!Tommy was ripped out of c!Wilbur’s arms before they got a chance to become closer, he was very fond of the kid and found his sudden disappearance at night very suspicious. He was aware that he was powerless in this situation, so he established L’Manberg by himself, in hopes of creating a safe place for the boy to return to. Soon enough, more people joined L’Manberg, and it gave c!Wilbur a slight glimpse of hope that other people would join him in his mission of saving c!Tommy.
Eventually, c!Wilbur succeeded in his mission, and got the boy back to safety where he was able to finally heal, and learn what family really meant… 
XD and Drista granted c!Dream the power of reset, however it had its limitations. 
Even though c!Dream possessed divine powers and was able to achieve what simple humans could only dream to, he was still human, no matter how hard he tried to convince himself otherwise. His human body was simply far too weak for that power, so he could only use one power at a time, and couldn’t cross the boundary set by XD and Drista, otherwise his body would’ve simply exploded. And because he no longer had c!Punz, and c!Tommy wasn’t trained enough to revive him, he would’ve simply perished. It means that he could either revive c!Tommy twenty times, or reset the server once. Because the power of reset demanded was much stronger, it renewed every two years. 
Because c!Dream actively killed and revived c!Tommy in order to fasten up his training, the moment things went downhill, he simply didn’t hold enough power to reset the server. c!Tommy was taken away from him, and he was utterly helpless in this situation, and unable to retrieve his little plaything.
After two years have passed, c!Dream finally reset the server, and decided to try to get c!Tommy to himself again.
2. The present:
After the reset, c!Dream desperately wanted to earn c!Tommy’s trust and make him follow him to Logstedshire at his own will, so he was one of the first people to meet the boy. To be sure to succeed at winning him over, he made a neon green bandana with a little smiley face on it resembling c!Tubbo’s bandana to gift it to c!Tommy before c!Tubbo. But he was too late and c!Tommy already received one from c!Tubbo, so it was all for nothing. It seemed that some events kept on occurring in each new timeline, no matter how hard he tried to prevent them from happening. It’s as though destiny itself tried to protect c!Tommy from him… 
c!Dream was aware that c!Tommy didn’t remember anything of his past abuse, but he did notice how he tensed up and flinched every time he encountered something related to his traumatic past. Every time c!Tommy looked at the area of c!Ranboo’s visits, c!Dream couldn’t help but panic that the teen might retrieve a part of his memories, and if his friend showed up and tried to persuade him to leave Logstedshire, he’d be more convinced by his words and follow him.
c!Dream was so obsessed with the idea of matching with his boy in everything that he dyed his hair blond, so they really looked like brothers :) When c!Tommy saw the man with newly dyed hair, he experienced a strong feeling of déjà vu, but he couldn’t understand why… His reaction left him utterly perplexed, as he tensed up for seemingly no reason, yet also felt very relieved. Little did he know it was due to something he encountered in his past life… :) 
At some point, c!Dream’s paranoia significantly worsened and the thought of putting an enchantment on c!Tommy again crossed his mind, but he decided against it. The idea of managing to keep the boy to himself with no enchantments and his effort alone seemed more satisfying and fun to him. If he managed to do it, it’d certainly mean every single part of the boy, his body and soul, belonged to him, wouldn’t it? :)
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moondragon618 · 1 year
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I really want to talk about c!Prime in Bedrock Bros arc now it's literally one of my favorite arcs
Like c!Tommy during his first trip back to L'manberg with c!Techno seeing the Final Control Room again and immediately getting triggered into a panic attack + a whole crisis about c!Dream and just "Where's Dream where's Dream I need my friend Dream" and "But he cared for me, he cared for me-" like he wasn't literally the one who murdered c!Tommy in there-
And c!Dream's first visit when c!Tommy is just absolutely terrified of him but also like... almost desperate to see him again to the point of practically sabotaging himself. And c!Dream already knowing he was there anyway bc he was creeping around in Logstedshire earlier but like, pretending not to? Maybe putting on that whole concerned act (or maybe not an act) specifically to lull c!Tommy into a false sense of security. Maybe even waiting to see if c!Tommy gives in to the exile conditioning and hands himself over.
"On one hand he tortured me, but on the other hand he was a lovely guy!"
Just the whole vibe of c!Dream's second visit being way more tense, that part where c!Tommy follows c!Dream and Ghostbur outside while invisible and gets close enough to c!Dream that he could reach out and touch him if he wanted. c!Dream looking like he's about to leave before suddenly just going straight to c!Tommy's hidden bunker. "I know Tommy was here, Wilbur." And then just taking the Prime Bell and leaving.
Literally the only thing stopping c!Dream from just taking c!Tommy by force was him not wanting to lose c!Techno's favor (which c!Tommy didn't know about yet btw), and he already knew c!Tommy was there from the start, so what reason does he have to be showing up and searching around other than toying with c!Tommy?
c!Dream during his third visit when it's just him and c!Techno, not so subtly implying that c!Bedrock Bros' alliance is doomed to fail and then being like "As long as I know where Tommy is, which I do, maybe I'll... I might come in here at any point :)"
Like this man is so ready for c!Techno to get tired of c!Tommy so he can swoop in and isolate him again and be like "I'm the only one you can trust, Tommy :) I'm the only one who will never abandon you :)" because he just absolutely cannot stand the idea of not having total control over c!Tommy at all times :)
c!Tommy going back to Old Home Logstedshire to Conquer his Fears, then sneaking back into L'manberg to rebuild his actual old home <333
And holy shit that first actual c!Prime confrontation since c!Tommy escaped exile-
"You- you manipulated me."
"Tommy, I was the only person who visited you, I was the only person who was your friend :)"
c!Tommy finally standing up to c!Dream: "I'm the only one who goes against you. And you know what, Dream? I think you're scared of me."
c!Techno's favor once again being the only thing stopping c!Dream from just taking c!Tommy by force.
"Alright. You live for now, Tommy :)" And for the rest of eternity if he has anything to say about it-
And of course: "You know what, Dream? Dream... go fuck yourself."
Like this arc makes me insane holy shit. c!Tommy trying to have a healing arc and overcome his trauma and exile conditioning and c!Dream just being like "Oh, but I can't just let you go, Tommy :) It was very clever of you to hide with Techno but you know it won't last forever :) C'mon Tommy, don't you wanna come back? We had so much fun together, don't you miss it? :) :) :)" because he definitely didn't get unhealthily attached or anything during exile lmao.
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hazyaltcare · 2 years
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An aesthetic for The Survivor x A Scavenger (Rain World) with themes of being animals, young love, kidnapping, lima syndrome and post-rock.
Mod Haze (🎮Greyson)
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otherworldly-whump · 1 year
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Returning Home
Whumpee finally escapes. Or were they let go? They honestly aren't sure which. All they know is that they finally got everything they wanted, they're free. But something is wrong. It turns out whumper might have been right. The world is just a bit too big for them. It's scary, dangerous... overwhelming. Whumper was right when they warned them outside was actually less safe. Less comfortable. Less kind. Suddenly whumpee isn't sure they want to be free. Maybe whumper is keeping them safe after-all. Before they know it they find themselves back where they'd just escaped, on their knees in front of whumper. Words pour out of their mouth, begging and sharing and emotional dumping, and just pleading, pleading whumper to take them back in, where it's calm and quiet and there's simple rules, with simple results. They'll do anything. They're so so so sorry they left. They're sorry they didn't listen It had just gotten too much, it hurt too much, and they just wanted to stop hurting. They didn't mean to leave, they didn't mean to put themself in danger. They just couldn't handle all the feelings anymore. Please all they're asking for is a little more kindness and they'll stay forever. They'll do anything, anything, whumper wants.
Whumper watches them, cold, expressionless, for almost half an hour. They listen to whumpee plead and sob and cry until their throat is sore and their mouth is dry. And then slowly, they nod. "Welcome home whumpee dear. Of course we can be more gentle, if you finally understand your place. I only ever was correcting you to keep you safe like I told you. If you're finally willing to learn better, it's wonderful to have you home."
That night, for the first time in a long time, whumpee didn't sleep on a floor. They fell asleep on whumper's bed, curled up to their chest, shivering as their touch starved body and affection starved brain curls up tight and close. Not caring that this is the monster that had been torturing them for months. This was their proper owner now afterall. They hadn't been lying. They had been keeping whumpee safe. And the arms around them felt too good. A soft bed. An arm tucked around protectively. A belly full of Chinese takeout. Whumpee doesn't know if they escaped, or were let go. All they know is they're home finally now. They drift to sleep in Whumper's arms. Safe.
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shouta-edits · 4 months
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"Can I have an All For One (mha) x teen fem self insert moodboard with themes of fallen angels, servitude, lima syndrome, devotion, black wings/feathers, and blood? Ty!" -anon requested
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scratchandplaster · 1 year
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Stack The Deck - PART 6
CW: hand gore, broken bones, violence, passing out, emeto warning, torture
PART 5 ⇽ [Masterlist] ⇾ PART 7
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With the fifth blow, he finally came to.
Fighting through the wild ocean drumming inside his skull, he felt white-hot pain creeping up his arm, unknown in his source. As he tried to pull his hand towards him, dizzy with nausea and not sober enough to realize what was happening to him, the pain only started to multiply.
With every second that passed, hundreds and thousands of tiny needles made his nerves mewl in chaos. The signals normally designed to keep him safe and alert ran rampant up to his neck and directly behind his eyes; dragging and dragging to no avail, his hand stayed wrenched against the table.
"Just one more..." a voice at the end of the storm spoke, soft words accompanied by a sickening crack just beside him.
As the steel met flesh again, the world went blinding white.
If he were able to hear his own screams, he would have noticed his scarf slipping back against his palate, the awfully familiar threat of choking came to his mind. Helpless to any of it, the pain rutted itself deeper into his insides, spreading throughout his whole body.
Even as he finally managed to rip his limb protectively to his chest, the despair kept on building. 
Blooming itches crept up and down the limbs, a primal attempt to push out as much pain as possible. His heartbeat frantically pressing against the hand on his chest, which started to feel more like a liquid; flowing through itself and back down his forearm, it became dangerously shapeless, numb at the places where skin split to let agony flow freely to the outside.
What did I do? I haven't… I wasn't...
A face became visible behind the white fog clouding his vision. Morris called out to him, pushing the squirming form back into the chair and held him in place. 
He did this. 
The fog, a presence he was too familiar with by now, gave room for just one single thought. 
He did this to me.
Elliot had never seen him so nervous, quickly talking to him but keeping an even level to eye him thoroughly. He must have knelt down to continue his gibberish. His face had gone rosy again, eyes bulging out of their sockets to underline his panicked expression.
"-ve to take a picture. I fix you right up, okay?"
Snatching back control over his body, Elliot used the fading shock to bring his head forward, smashing it against Morris' nose. Instantly, the pressure on his chest faded away and without thinking any further, he jumped up to get as far away as possible.
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Morris snapped back quickly after Elliot, obviously confused and semiconscious, pressed his forehead uncomfortably harsh against the other's face. It didn't even hurt, Morris was too agitated himself to react in any other way.
The wild expression in his captive's eyes was surrounded by a light splatter of red. Somehow, his method of choice must have spread the escaped blood all over its surroundings.
With a kick to the bound legs, useful for once as a point of contact, Morris simply knocked him down to the floor again to curb any kind of escape attempt.
He should have stayed asleep, that's all he tried to achieve with this theater, but nothing seemed to go as planned anymore.
As he laid on the carpet, still cradling his left hand and utterly lost in painful shivers, Morris quickly used his opportunity to grab him by the ankles.
He couldn't work like that.
Elliot had gone slack again, staring up at the ceiling with watery eyes so raw around the edges, it looked like they too were about to stain him red. 
Pulling him through the threshold, Morris managed to get them both settled onto the bathroom floor, ripping fingers away from the protective grasp and fixed them quickly onto the once white tiles.
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He remembered everything now. The car, the alley, even the fight that followed shortly after - like time was turned back to the biggest mistake of his life, to give him another chance. He would make use of it. 
Spurred by his new will to survive, Elliot let his free hand grab up into Morris hair, nails digging into the soft scalp and twisting the head away from his mauled side. 
Both their breathing went rapid now, but Morris still had the upper hand. His knee connected painfully with Elliot's stomach, threatening to cause even more damage than intended. Taking advantage of his loose grip, his right arm was ripped to the floor and kept in a tight squeeze under Morris' knee.
"Don't make me do this, Elliot!"
Never even thinking about stopping his struggle, Morris looked down at his captive horrified, nearly apologetic, as he pushed the fingers apart with his own. Trapped in violent hand holding, the man above let his body weight shift onto the vice-like grip, thus leaning directly into the abused flesh.
Unable to keep himself together anymore, the agony took over his higher brain functions with a high-pitched wail. Pushing the cursed scarf out of his mouth through a simple retch, everything his stomach could handle during the day just emptied itself onto the bathroom floor, to find its place within blood and tears.
A broken yelp slipped through the room, as Elliot let go of all consciousness; escaping his torture after all.
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He should have never done this alone, how stupid could he be? The mashed appendage on the bathroom floor let its blood pool freely, teared skin ripped open to reveal thin bones underneath, visible for anyone who would watch.
"Fucking hell!" Morris murmured to himself, taking a good look at the surrounding damage.
The tremors ripping through Elliot didn't seem to halt for even a second, though his eyes were half-closed and staring blankly into the void.
It was better that way, gave him more time for clean-up. Grabbing the first aid kit from his bag, he nearly forgot about the photo until the antiseptic fell out of his shaky grasp.
He needed to calm himself, immediately. A voice deep inside forbade him to leave his little bane on the ground like that, between piss stains and vomit. He tended to underestimate the risk of infection when it came to this house.
Snapping some quick close-ups of the mess Elliot caused him to inflict, Morris could finally get back to damage control.
If Amber wouldn't answer now, what would be had left as an alternative? He didn't plan anything after this point, frankly, not even after he got Elliot to the house.
His gaze stayed fixed onto the man's face: The horror of the last minutes, or day maybe, was etched into his features. Old and new bloodstains finding each other to blend seamlessly into his clothes and hair.
Morris would not resent him for this, he wasn't erratic enough to expect a man just to sit and take it.
Not knowing what else to do, he started to pour the disinfectant over the open gashes, thinned crimson seeping into the grout.
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Thanks for reading 🤍 [Febuwhump 2023 Masterlist]
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mercyandme007 · 1 month
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My crossover story
Mercy is the start of this story, she is a cattle dog mix. Being pulled off my feet by my 35 lbs leash lint. Every time I saw a person or dog, bolt the other way, in my head I'm begging her to not bark and draw attention. She barks I'm immediately ashamed that my dog can't be the perfect family dog. I dealt with this for 6 months until, one day she was barking at a friend that came over and I lost it. I could not deal with any more, Mercy had to change. I began to look into her problems, she had excitement/nervous reactivity, I deducted. I looked into different training methods, and I found balanced training. It looked good cause the dog using e collars and prongs were well behaved and did not react to anything, even if they were nervous. I wanted people to compliment my dog for doing an heel and not being distracted by anything. I tried doing an +R approach to dog training, but I did not really know what I was doing and the training process was not going fast enough for me.
yank yank yank* that is what I did to my dog when I bought a Herm Spernger prong collar. She was still not behaving as a wanted, she still would pull when I corrected her and still react to people. So annoying, so I *pop*pop*pop* some more. My dog was so shut down, I did not understand animal behavior at the time and though I was not being harsh enough. I keep up using the prong collar for about 8 months, I began wanting her to be a service dog. Yes she was still reactive, I really just wanted to take her everywhere with me at first. However I do have some disabilites that qualify for a service dog. I did not want to fake a service dog, so I tried correction based training to task train her.
That failed MISERABLY, So I reluctantly looked into +R training. I was so against the idea of allowing a dog to make a mistake and not correct her. Allowing her to react seemed so contradictory to training, like what the heck?? Giving your dog a treat for barking at the trigger, nuh uhh. I slowly got invested into the FF dog training style. Learning animal behavior, and how my dog’s tail should not be tucked out of fear while training. I switched her training to using a flat collar and clicker. This was the best thing I have ever done, she really understood what I wanted and mostly stopped reacting. Merc lit up, she LOVED training with the clicker and still does. After about 2 months of switching to +R, her training had gone farther in almost a year of using balanced training.
She started learning tasks that could help me everyday. I started by getting rid of poisoned cues that I had for tasks I had tried to teach in the past. Mercy knows some psychiatric task and hopefully will be learning some medical alert tasks, along with non weight bearing mobility, such as item retrievals. I stopped correcting her for making mistakes and being a dog, sniffing, and looking at the environment around her. I stopped flooding her while training, thinking about how she would feel rather then how I would look to the public. She is doing amazing with service work and I'm so glad I made the switch from balanced to +R.
Thanks to much for reading
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40 Day Anime Challenge Day 34- Most messed up anime you’ve ever watched: Happy Sugar Life (2018)
*Trigger warning: mentions of pedophilia and sexual assault*
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Synopsis (from MAL):  Satou Matsuzaka is a beautiful high schooler who has...a chance encounter with a young girl named Shio Koube [that] makes Satou realize that this is her first and only true feeling of love...Satou secretly shares an apartment with Shio. Despite her innocent appearance, Satou is willing to do anything to protect her beloved, resorting to desperate measures to ensure that their ‘happy sugar life’ remains intact.”
Okay look (I feel like I start a lot of these off that way lol) I’m a connoisseur of messed up anime. And something I’ve realized in my history of watching messed up anime is that most of the time, there are some redeeming qualities, especially if the anime ignores some of the more disturbing parts of the source material, particularly regarding children. For example, Kodomo no Jikan addresses the changing role of the school in student life in Japanese culture and the delicate balance between the school’s respect for family privacy and the duty to intervene in suspected child abuse cases. Bunny Drop and If It’s For My Daughter, I’d Even Defeat a Demon Lord both showcase found family and adjusting to the responsibilities of parenthood, particularly in a society that historically has not been friendly to adoption or adopted children. IF we ignore the fact that in the manga versions of all 3 anime, the adult caretakers of these 5-8 year old children become romantically involved with said children when they become teenagers. The anime studios felt the anime would be better received if they just stopped before reaching that point, which was probably a good move. So even anime that show some...less than healthy blips along the way (probably most evident in Kodomo no Jikan), there are some good things to be found.
Happy Sugar Life is NOT one of those anime. Happy Sugar Life is a “love story” (aka Stokholm/Lima Syndrome story) between a 17 year old girl and the 5 YEAR OLD GIRL SHE KIDNAPPED. Multiple people die as she tries to keep the kidnapping secret. Also for some reason EVERYONE wants to get with this 5 year old, except for the ones who want to get with the teenage characters in the show. I don’t think there is a single adult character who isn’t a pedophile and/or hebephile. The only person in this show who actually likes someone her own age dies for discovering the truth. And there was no real point of it all. All we really got out of it were glossed-over tragic backstories of the perpetrators that are somehow supposed to make us forgive their actions. And look, I love a good tragic backstory and redemption arc, and with the right amount of screentime dedicated to each, I’ve found I can forgive a lot. And admittedly, I’ve also shipped plenty of ships between an adult and a consenting teenager (who is usually of the age of consent in Japan.) But I have yet to come across a story that can make me forgive the two greatest atrocities of this anime: sexual assault against an unconsenting teenager, and a romantic relationship forced on a prepubescent child. (With sexual relationship implied but thankfully not depicted.) And if an anime is going to try to redeem that, it better try a whole hell of a lot harder than it actually did. Although (having lived through the 2010s and the golden age of villain redemption) I realize there are people who may be able to forgive this kind of horror, which can cause problems if they also start to forgive it in real life. Which we already see in too many court cases.
Basically, my criticism of Happy Sugar Life can be summed up as: it had too much harmful shock value with no justification for it. And this is coming from someone who loves shock value and finding what motivates these horrifying actions most are too scared to look at. I mean, look at Kodomo no Jikan- is it horrifying to watch an 8 year old throw herself lewdly at her teacher every 5 minutes? Yes. Is it useful to remember that there are children who act like this because that is what’s modelled for them and that educators, social service workers, and anyone else who interacts with children needs to be able to recognize that this behavior means something is horribly wrong at home and intervene appropriately? Also yes. Happy Sugar Life just didn’t have any sort of moral to teach underneath the shock value and exposed viewers to disturbing content for no reason.
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darkdoverpseeker · 7 months
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Hey there, names Moon! I'm 18+ and I go by she/her pronouns for those curious. So, I've been on the hunt everywhere, but no luck finding the perfect partner for a Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse, selfcest roleplay between Miles and Prowler!Miles. I know ship isn't everyone's cup of tea, which is cool, but I'm seriously all about that pairing. I'm just super obsessed with these two, and honestly, I'm itching to dive into the pairing with anyone who's game! The dynamic might be a little messy, but that's honestly what draws me in – the non-stop clash, the drama, the fights… It's my favorite. I'll be playing normal Miles since he's my main muse! If you're interested, there are a few rules I have to address, so make sure to give 'em a read! LITERACY:
I consider myself literate to advanced when it comes to my writing abilities. Typically, my replies span around 10-20 lines, though the length can be influenced by the content I have to work with and my current level of motivation. Generally, I tend to mirror my partner's responses most of the time. I'm not overly demanding when it comes to my partner's responses. As long as there's effort, I'm content and won't complain. However, I do require some of the basics, such as reasonable grammar, accurate spelling, and a firm no to one-liners.
GENRES:
Darker themes tend to captivate me – there's an allure to unsettling roleplays that keeps me engaged. I'm into subjects like gaslighting, blackmail tw, stockholm syndrome, lima syndrome, dubcon tw, kidnapping tw, taboo tw, age gaps, toxic relationships, and more. Usually, I prefer being the victim, but sometimes I can switch things around if asked. I'm really into genres like horror, mystery, fantasy, drama, dark fantasy, steampunk, LGBT+, cyberpunk, romance, and more.
ACTIVITY:
I'm relatively active most days, but I must make a crucial reminder that, I have a life outside of roleplay and I might not ALWAYS be able to get back to you right away, but patience is always appreciated. I'll always let my roleplay partners know in advance if anything comes up and vice versa.
I have other rules, but I'd prefer to discuss them further in DM's. Like this post and I'll reach out to you or add me on Discord @Moon302 18+ only!
Thanks for reading! - 🕊️
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reconstructwriter · 8 months
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prompt ask game — kidnapping
[tw kidnapping, needles, noncon drugging, betrayal, captivity, threat of murder, knives, guns, hidden in plain sight, intimate whumper, conditioned whumpee, stockholm syndrome]
25 scenarios and 25 dialogue prompts :)
scenarios
chloroformed rag to the face
attacked from behind
attacked by someone whumpee knew and trusted
attacked while fumbling with the keys to their front door
shoved into the back of a van
tranquilised via a little dart
drugged with a syringe to the neck
held at knifepoint
held at gunpoint
threatened into complying
knocked unconscious with bare hands
whumper was in the backseat of their car
whumpee has to pretend everything is okay and they're not currently being kidnapped
waking up in the trunk of a car
waking up in the backseat, tied up and possibly gagged
waking up in a dingy basement
sensory deprivation (noise cancelling earphones, blindfold, gag etc) so whumpee has no idea what's happening
held for ransom
held for information/interrogation
there are multiple whumpers making sure whumpee is not going anywhere
whumpee knows there must be people looking for them
whumpee knows nobody is looking
stockholm syndrome
lima syndrome
whumpee is told exactly how many days their captors are willing to keep them. the literal deadline is approaching
dialogue
"shh, not a sound."
"hush now– you don't want to get other people in trouble, do you?"
"relax, the drugs will kick in soon."
"so feisty... should i tighten the restraints even more?"
"i already know everything i need to know about you, whumpee. do i need to visit your dear friends/family first for you to come with me?"
"this can be very easy or very difficult for you. choose wisely."
"my contract says preferably alive. keep that in mind."
"stop squirming, unless you want me to hurt you more than i intended."
"you're outnumbered."
"get in the car."
"nobody has to get hurt if you comply."
"so... do you think caretaker will pay?"
"wakey wakey, time to talk."
"don't beat yourself up. i promise this would've happened no matter how cautious you tried to be."
"oh, don't be silly. nobody is coming to save you."
"the cops? honey, we have two officers on our team. the cops won't do shit."
"let go of me! let me go!"
"i don't have anything to tell you, you have the wrong person!"
"please, i won't tell anyone– i won't call the police–"
"is this– is this for ransom?"
"they'll be looking for me! you're fucking done for!"
"please, at least... loosen the restraints a little? it hurts so much."
"c-can i go home if they pay?"
"we don't have that kind of money! please, this is impossible!"
"what... what do you mean for fun?"
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dearest-painter · 1 year
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blood is thicker than water but both feel the same when your eyes are closed
TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship,kidnapping,BLOOD,harm,talking to oneself,Lima syndrome,HELLA ooc Jones,I DO NOT CONDONE THIS ALL IS ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES
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Everything was dark..you couldn’t see and you were scared. Your wrist were tied and you lift them to feel your eyes feeling a blindfold. To scare to even try and see if your capture was there,you just wanted your dad. What if you became one of those unsolved cases that dad talked about?,what if your captive took you out of anger to your dad and torture you?,what if they kill your dad in front of you?,or what if they kill you? ‘Creeeek..’ getting the courage to speak to the captive. “H-hello?” “Ah goody your awake darling! Dose your bed feel comfortable? I tried to make sure I got you the most FLUFFIEST bed!”
You were confused. This captive was much more nicer then the ones you’ve heard about but you then realize that your on a bed. “Y-yeah it’s comfy…can you take my blindfold off please?” “Oh no can do darling~ I can’t trust you yet. You must be hungry~ here let me feed you” it was a guy 100% because of the voice but you followed his game just to survive.
Everyone was surprised at how unhinged Jones seemed but they understand as his son was just kidnapped. “WHEN I FIND THE FUCKER I’LL BEAT HIM TO A PULP THEN WATER BOARD HIS ASS UNTIL HE DIES!” “Jones you gotta cal-“ “DONT TELL ME TO FUCKING CALM DOWN MY SON WAS FUCKING KIDNAPPED! HOW THE HELL CAN I BE CALM WHILE MY PRECIOUS SON IS TERRIFIED WITH A FUCKING CREEP!” Jones was panting and seething in rage. It took time but he made you his perfect son after he took you from your disgusting parents. He saved you but only for you to be taken away!
They did try and get him off the case but Jones wasn’t having it,he wanted to save his son once again! “Jones we got the place” “send it now! I’m going ALONE! I’ll call for backup if I fucking need it” Jones ran to the car not waiting for his partner as he started the car and put in the address as he rushed there.
They did try and get him off the case but Jones wasn’t having it,he wanted to save his son once again! “Jones we got the place” “send it now! I’m going ALONE! I’ll call for backup if I fucking need it” Jones ran to the car not waiting for his partner as he started the car and put in the address as he rushed there.
Your captive had left and you were crying silently. Mumbling under your breath “daddy please….I-I promise to behave more..Please come and get me daddy…I don’t wanna be here forever please” your crying pleas would usually go to deaf ears but this time they didn’t.
Jones banged on the door. “IT’S THE POLICE OPEN UP!” He heard rushed footsteps and then burst in. He immediately aimed his gun at the man. “WHERE IS Y/N JONES!?” “Oh my son~? He’s asleep” Jones was pissed,HOW DARE HE CALL YOU HIS SON! He jumped at the man beating him to the point he was knocked out but not dead. The man had a bloody nose and there was water he dropped making the water pour everywhere and mix with the blood. “BABY!? ITS DADDY WHERE ARE YOU!?” “DADDY!” Jones smiled as he rushed to your door kicking it down and picking you up. “Oh sweet Angel your safe,did he touch you anywhere?” “No just treated me like his son…I-I wanna leave” “we’re leaving kiddo.” “Can I take the blind fold off?” Jones stopped as he started at the unconscious man that was beaten badly.
“No baby…not yet but let me take off your ropes in your wrist” He made sure to be gentle because he didn’t wanna hurt his son. Soon you were rubbing your wrist but he picked you up with you leaning your head on his chest. “…daddy can we get fast food and candy then do game and movie night?” “Of course honey,of course but let’s wait until the others get here. The ambulance is already here so let’s get you fixed” You smiled as you nuzzled into your dad’s neck smelling his familiar cologne that you always made fun of but it was comforting unlike the oily scent the man had.
“Jones! Di-“ “no…he’s still alive” “hi aunty” Natstaka (oc) looked surprised as her partners face was grim and dark. “Hey buddy,how do you feel?” “Okay…threw up after he fed me. Tasted like poo” Natstaka chuckled and ruffled your hair making you smile more. “I bet buddy,we’re gonna do some check ups on you to make sure your okay” you nodded your head yawing a bit still clutching your fathers shirt making him smile. They waited until the man was far away to take off your blindfold to show your tired red eyes.
“Heya bud” you smiled as you looked at your dad. “Hi daddy” “sleepy?” “Maybe…still wanna do our plan” “of course but your gonna take a nap later” The doctors were being gentle as they checked you as they’ve seen what Jones can do when someone fucks with his son.
A fathers love for his son will make him kill
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toxicanonymity · 10 months
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does the reader from raider!joel still fight back sometimes or has she completely given up at this point I also don’t understand why he keeps her in the first place
Raider master list
Tw dubcon / noncon / captivity
Physically, she's always been obedient aside from the time she tried to escape. He initially forced her by calm intimidation ("be a good girl and this'll be over quick") and she complied without objection. By now she's comfortable with him and even actively wants him (but it's still dubcon since she's captive). The worst she does is squirm or cry if it becomes too much for her.
He likes having her around and likes the way she feels. He says there's "just something about her" which could mean he's infatuated with (his flat version of) her on some level. She's like a comfort item and he's also sexually attracted to her.
He likes having someone need him (plays into his dominance). And he didn't expect this, but it turns out he likes having someone to take care of. Of course, subconsciously that's the result of having lost a child, but he never thinks about that. By now he very effectively suppresses his whole prior identity as a normal human.
p.s. see also stockholm syndrome (a given) and lima syndrome (would be the inverse)
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hoosurdaddy · 2 years
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Semirandomly.
Dark!Eddie Munson x Reader x Dark!Steve Harrington.
(TW: Poly-relationship, implied kidnapping (already happened), talks of Eddie going to court (he doesn’t btw), mentions of drugs, Stockholm &Lima syndrome (not mentioned but the way the reader talks it is implied), Implied smut, sad ending kinda).
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"Y/N, We're home." Steve shouted as he allowed Eddie in first, than followed. The two had court today, well Eddie had. After being falsely accused of the murders in Hawkins and being there each time Vecna took control, naturally Eddie became number one suspect. Eventually, Vecna was stopped, Eddie was caught and brought to court. You were unaware of any of this going on around you. Steve and Eddie had you sheltered from the whole turn of events. You knew nothing about Vecna (thankfully, he never found you either), the upside down, nothing.
Eddie and Steve both fell head over heels in love with you when you walked into the DVD store one day. They couldn't believe someone as beautiful as you lived in Hawkins. It's when you began going out with that asshole Billy Hargrove was when they realized they needed to have you, no girl of theirs was going to be with an asshat such as Billy Hargrove. They've loved you every moment of every day since that night they brought you home.
When Eddie and Steve would leave for a long time, they used the excuse that they were fighting monsters to protect you and that you had to stay up in your room. You did, always. You were terrified to be anywhere else without having either Steve or Eddie, or both with you. They told you stories of the monsters and curses that roamed through Hawkins, you never believed it until one day Steve came home, all bruised up. Eddie told you a story about how the monster attacked Steve with big tentacles, wet arms, a wormed face, and was about nine feet tall.. They couldn't help it, you looked so cute when you scared. Your eyes widened, a pout on your lips, and head down as you quickly rushed to help and attend to Steve's wounds.
You were terrified from that day on, opting to stay by their side. You were so grateful to have Steve and Eddie by your side to protect you from all those monsters. They would reassure you that the monsters couldn't hurt you as long as you were with them. That they would protect you, that no man in Hawkins would know how to protect you from the monsters like they could. Most importantly, no one would love you like they would.
The sound of you pattering feet on the titles of their room, made the two men smile before you jumped into Eddie's arms and wrapped your arms around him before hugging Steve. "How was it?" You asked brightly as Eddie wrapped his arm around you, placing a few kisses on your cheek and lightly tickled your sides.
Steve, on the other side, stroked your hair gently, laughing with you let out a squeal as Eddie tickled your side. "Well.." Steve started, smiling again when he seen you bubbling with excitement. He looked over to Eddie, who was looking at You and smiling.
"Eddie has officially let go as a free man."
Your eyes widened as you let out an excited squeal as you hugged Eddie once more. They had lied to you about the killings in Hawkins and Eddie's (none) involvement in the murders and the court date. They told you that Eddie had been caught with drugs, which you've seen him selling multiple times through the cracks in the wall.
"That means we can leave Hawkins, right? Away from the monsters, right?"
Eddie stroked your back lightly. "Yes, baby. We can finally move." You left Eddie's arms to give Steve a hug, who playfully squeezed your bum. "How about we celebrate in honour of our Eddie."
You giggle at Steve, yanking his arm gently. "Not yet." You looked back at Eddie, who was looking like he was ready to attack you. "I made a celebration dinner and dessert too."
Before Steve could reply, Eddie swooped in and picked you up in his arms, making your dress fly up in the air. Eddie takes you by surprise when he grabs the back of your neck and smashes his lips upon yours. You close your eyes as you let yourself melt into it, trying your best to get you closer to him. Eddie gently pulls away from your lips.
“We've missed you.”
"I know."
Both Steve and Eddie laugh at you. “You’re crazy, you know that?”
You snuggle up to him.
You grabbed Steve by his white t-shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. Steve loved when you initiated things. They both were glad you had become so confident around them. They were happy, you were happy. And, eventually, you three would be leaving Hawkins, but right now, celebrations were in order.
After dinner, You three clean up before racing upstairs. You could hear Steve laughing at something Eddie said, and you could hear Eddie doing some weird impression. You could hear movement on the bed, you could only assume that they were engaging in foreplay, mouths and fingers on each other's body. Eddie called for You, but Steve came to check on you.
You were busy getting ready. You were fixing your makeup in the mirror, double checking on how you looked. You wearing a velvet, purple teddy lingere that Eddie had bought for you on your birthday, making you promise to wear it on a special event. Why not today? It was a celebration of your new beginnings. A new start, away from Hawkins.
"Is everything okay?" Steve traced circles on the flower pattern of your lingere, resting his head in the crook of your neck. "Are you happy, Y/N?"
You don't reply. You couldn't reply unless you wanted Steve and Eddie to think you were crazy. In the other side of the mirror, You could see yourself, the girl that was once trapped inside the attic. You hardly recognize yourself.
She screams and screams as she breaks her fist against the mirror, trying to escape. She’s begging you to get out. The bruises and cuts on her hands from the fighting you once done were showing. You wish you could tell her to stop, that she will never leave, that it was too dangerous.
"YN?"
You turned and smiled at Steve.
A crooked one.
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shouta-edits · 1 year
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cw for kidnapping and Stockholm syndrome
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"Asking for a Steve Harrington x One (Stranger Things) Moodboard with Kidnapping, Lima Syndrome, and Stockholm Syndrome theme, please." - anon requested
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