I heard another commenter say you asked opinion on the Kendra and Donnie au so I felt like I should ask. I do not care if you add rape into it since you are youre own person and are able to do whatever. I just wanted to know if its still considered Kendratello? I mean obviously Donnie is a victim here so I personally think we shouldn’t call it a ship. But that is just my thoughts, plus maybe “Kendratello” didnt stand for a ship. Thank you!
I mean…it’s still Kendratello though? Even if it is one sided and horrible, they are still intangled in a relationship together. An abusive relationship is still a relationship. And a ship name isn’t only limited being used when two characters are a happy, healthy, and loving couple. It’s simply an identifier for the viewer to know who the partnership is including, good or bad.
I’m really not trying to come off as rude, but I think sometimes you guys need to understand that “ships” can be fucked up and horrible and interesting for the audience to see and enjoy, while still not being glorified as healthy. But it’s still gonna be categorized as a ship, because “ship” is merely short for a relationship that is not platonic. Not just, “I want these two to ride off into the sunset together and live happily ever after for all eternity”
It’s okay to like Kendratello when the two hate each other, and can’t decide if they wanna kill off the other or make out, and it’s okay to like Kendratello when they’re teaming up to be geniuses together. Hell I like both! And if I wanted to, tomorrow I could draw a pic of the two in a cute, fluffy Cafe AU (I’m sure it’d be confusing and a lot of people would be lost)…Regardless, it’s all Kendratello though, because it’s pertaining to Kendra and Donatello having some kind of non-platonic relationship.
Again, not trying to be rude. I just feel like some of the asks I’ve gotten are people overthinking this and making it deeper than it needs to be. If this kind of relationship isn’t your bag, I don’t blame you. Just block the “kendratello au” tag, and skip this one. You won’t hurt my feelings.
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Vox snippets from old WIPS I never finished
This is specifically a Vox x reader Au of mine that I call ‘Be a Doll’. I’ll explain below but before that, here’s a warning.
CW: Abuse, manipulation, mind control, SA, Rape/Noncon, explicit and graphic sex
Vox is incredibly manipulative, possessive, harsh, and abusive here! He is not a good person in this AU.
This isn’t meant for kids! Anyone who is sensitive to or may have a negative reaction to these topics should stop reading now.
Vox possesses a potent hypnotic ability, manifested through the swirling black and red patterns that engulf the sclera of his left eye. With a mere glance, he can plunge individuals into a trance, rendering them obedient to his will. While this ability is primarily used to assert control over his surroundings and manipulate those around him, Vox has honed it to a fine art, utilizing it with precision and finesse.
One particular application of Vox's hypnotic power is seen in his interactions with his assistants. Through the use of a trigger phrase, "be a doll," coupled with a simple command, Vox can compel his assistants to carry out tasks without question or hesitation. This trigger phrase serves as a direct link to their subconscious, bypassing their conscious will and leaving them unaware of their lack of control- but only if he wants. Sometimes, he enjoys seeing the pain in someone’s eyes as they’re forced to do something they rather wouldn’t do, so sometimes, he leaves them aware of what’s happening and makes sure they know that they’re completely unable to stop it.
Moreover, Vox has extended this hypnotic influence to select individuals in his personal life, including significant others. By implanting the trigger phrase and conditioning them to respond to it, he effectively ensures their compliance and obedience in various situations. This manipulation is subtle yet effective, as those under his influence are often unaware of just how deep this power goes until it’s far too late.
This is the premise of my ‘Be a Doll’ AU. Anyway, the actual snippets from my writing are down below! I’d say to enjoy, but I think ‘experience’ is probably a better descriptor.
- "That's a good girl," Vox purred, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he watched you comply. "Now, why don't you reach between your legs and spread those pretty pink lips for me? I want to see what kind of slut you are."
- "Be a doll, now," Vox purred as he reached out to take hold of your hips and gently guided you to the edge of the desk. He paused there for a moment, taking in the sight of you spread wide and exposed for him.
- Vox chuckled darkly at your protests, his eyes fixed on the spot between your legs. "That's it, doll," he whispered, his voice taking on a commanding tone. "Just spread those pretty legs for me. You know you want this."
- Vox walked up to you, clearing his throat to get your attention. He placed his hands on the clipboard you were holding, gently moving it out of your way and onto the ground. He leaned in close, a smirk playing on his lips as he whispered the trigger phrase into your ear.
- Vox's face hardened, his voice dropping to a sterner tone. "What do you mean, no? Don't lie to me, doll. You know damn well that this isn't real. You may not enjoy it all the time, but you still consent to it.”
- "Good girl," Vox praised, his thumb brushing against your lips again before he sat on the desk next to you and pulled you into his lap, facing him. "Now," he said smirking down at you. "I want to play a little game.”
- He leaned in, his television-head pressing against your neck, and whispered into your ear. "And I will keep you under my control, as long as it brings me pleasure. Do you understand?"
- Vox's smirk grew as he watched your transformation, the obedience flowing through your actions like water. He took a step closer, his gaze traveling down to your exposed core. His fingers traced the outline of your lips, teasing you with a promise.
- "Good girl," Vox purred, appreciating the change in your demeanor. He took his phone out, recording you as he stepped closer, his hardness pressing against your exposed folds. "Remember, you want this as much as I do, don't you, doll?"
- Vox smirked down at you, pleased with your obedience. "You really are a good girl," he purred, his fingers finding their way inside your folds to tease at your sensitive nerves. "Now, doll, remember what I told you about showing me how much you want it?"
- "You're so perfect, my little slut," he growled, picking up the pace slightly, his cock filling you to the brim as he fucked you senseless. "Your body was made for this, wasn't it?"
- As your moans grew louder, Vox couldn't resist reaching down to grip a handful of your hair, pulling your head back as he continued to thrust into you. "That's it, bitch," he growled, "Be a doll and moan for me."
- "That's my girl," he purred, taking another drag from his cigar before blowing out a thick cloud of smoke. "Now, how about you show me just how much you love being mine? Undress for me, doll."
- "Don't worry, my little doll. You'll do just fine." His words were as soothing as honey dripping from his lips. He bent down and gently grabbed my hair, guiding my face closer to his throbbing cock. "Just take your time."
- "That's my good girl." Vox purred, his eyes roaming over my exposed body. He stepped closer, his hardened length pressing against my stomach. "Now, lie down on the bed and spread your legs wide for me."
- "I see you're thinking," he said, a sneer curling his lips. "That's not allowed, doll. Now, lie down." His voice was cold and commanding, the tone brooking no argument or disobedience.
- "Good girl," Vox hissed as he climbed onto the bed, looming over me. With his free hand, he began to trail lightning-fast fingertips over my body—his touch cold, sharp, and calculated. "Now, spread your legs for Daddy."
- "Don't think, darling. Just enjoy," he murmured, his voice like honey laced with venom. He leaned in close, his cold breath tickling your ear as he trailed his thumb across your cheekbone. "I won't tell you again."
- Chuckling softly, he gave you a reassuring smile. "Of course, my pet. I'm quite skilled in getting what I want, after all." He leaned in closer, his lips grazing against your ear. "And what do I want now, hmm?"
- "Oh, but you were. And I love hearing you say it. But sometimes, even good girls need to be reminded of their place." He stepped closer, crowding your personal space as he trailed his fingers down your chest, stopping just above your breasts.
- "Of course it does, my dear," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "That's why I'm teaching you your place. You're mine now, to control and possess as I see fit. Now get up here.”
- "Oh, but you are," Vox purred, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. "You're mine now. And I will make sure you remember that." His hand slid back up your thigh, fingers tracing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.”
- "Such a good girl," he repeated, his voice lowering again. "Are you ready to serve me?" With each word, his sultry gaze bored deeper into yours, as if he could see straight through your soul.
- Vox's eyes raked down your body, lingering particularly on your pussy, which was already getting wet. He smirked, clearly pleased with his effect on you. "I love the way you respond to me, even when you're not under my control."
- "You love me, doll?" He sneered, his grip on your chin tightening. "Then open your mouth." He pulled out a vial and held it to your lips, forcing you to take a sip.
- Vox smiled, pleased with his handiwork. The liquid he had given you was a powerful aphrodisiac that heightened your senses and increased your desire for him. It also made you more pliant to his every command, giving him even more control over you.
- Vox continued his assault on your senses, his kisses growing more demanding and possessive. His hand left your breast momentarily before sliding downwards, teasingly skimming over your flat stomach and finally coming to rest on the soft flesh of your thigh.
- Watching you obey his commands, Vox felt a rush of power. He loved being in control and seeing you under his spell was beyond arousing. As you touched yourself, he felt a surge of electricity run through him, his eyes growing darker with desire.
- Vox watched with an unreadable expression, his hand moving to cup your breast through the thin fabric of your top. His fingers traced circles around your hardened nipple, pulling slightly as he used you to fulfill his own desires. "You know what I want.”
- "Good girl," Vox purred, watching you please yourself once more. His eyes were hungry, and he could feel his erection growing harder with each passing moment. He was going to fuck you so good. "Such a good, obedient girl."
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Gaslighting isn’t the same as lying.
Gaslighting also isn’t lying a lot, or lying and deflecting the lying by shaming the victim for not believing the lie.
Gaslighting is a long con. It is a practice of ongoing emotional/mental abuse, that doesn’t just involve lying, but manipulating or altering someone’s reality in order to make them question both the truth, and more importantly, question their own mental and cognitive wellbeing.
The reason that it’s called gaslighting is because the tactic was demonstrated in a 1944 film called “Gaslight” starring Ingrid Bergman. In the film, Bergman‘s character’s husband tries to make her have a mental breakdown.
He tells her that she is having blackouts (she’s not) and doing things that she didn’t do.
He steals things from her, and tells her that she lost them herself.
He makes noises in the attic of the house, then tells her that he wasn’t in the house at all.
He steals things from other people, puts them where she will find them, and then tells her that she stole them.
He puts his pocket watch in her purse and tells her that she stole it from him.
He isolates her from the world by telling her that her behavior is too erratic to be safe near others.
He encourages their housemaid to be cruel to her and to repeat his lies about her behavior.
And, to apply the title, he repeatedly causes the gas lighting (it’s set in 1875) in her bedroom to go dim, then comes into the room, and when she says that the lighting is dim, he says, no, it’s perfectly fine.
It goes well beyond just lying. Gaslighting is a setup to make the victim so confused that they’re unable to trust themselves and their own perceptions of the world around them or even themselves.
It’s beyond time to stop calling run of the mill dishonesty gaslighting.
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