#tw: implications

[purifytheair-mysanguinebeloved]

we lost our only safe space

that administrative figure I mentioned earlier?

she did this to us. she's trying to take my darling away. I have to find a solution. I have to fix this.

Because otherwise she has to go.

#yandere irl #irl yandere #yandere #yancore #tw: implied murder #tw: implications #tw:administration #hate #red filth

[bamsara]

goofies

#trod au #pre-final battle #the rehabilitation of death #narilamb #doodles #shitpost #tw blood #tw suicide implication (?)

[obbydrawsstuff]

They're waiting, neighbor.

#obby art #my art #welcome home #welcome home fanart #wally darling #sally starlet #eddie dear #tw: scopophobia #tw:scopo #i have normal amounts of thoughts about these three #just #wally clearly being fully aware of us #but also the implications that Sally knows something's up as well #and now Eddie being clued in that something's amiss #its just. SO TASTY #tw:eye contact

[nebuladreamz]

#nebula art and doodles #fnaf #fnaf william afton #fnaf cassidy #in honor of the movie coming out soon #and also something i've been thinking of #tw scopophobia #cw scopophobia #tw blood #cw blood #im not. sure what else i should trigger warn tag this as probably gore but maybe not #anyways i bullshitted this in. like an hour or so i decided halfway through i'd animate a little bit to get used to shit again #BUT YEAH THUMBS UP I LOVE FNAF AND SOME PEOPLE FORGET THAT IT'S GENUINELY FUCKED UP WHEN THINKING OF THE IMPLICATIONS #also was gonna animate the second to last frame of the various springtrap personas afton has but #i wasn't in the mood sorry springtrap lovers #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fandom #?? i guess

[eugenoid-draws]

Thinking about how little bodily autonomy Daan possessed his whole life

#fear and hunger #fear and hunger termina #faht #daan von dutch #implied sa #implied csa #tw sa #hopefuly these tags are sufficient! please tell me if there's another trigger warning tag I should use for stuff like this #I just can't stop thinking about the implications. this guy has my brain in a death grip

[theatre-apocalypse]

Sharing my “Paul has MDD” propaganda.

#starkid #hatchetfield #tgwdlm #paul matthews #bill woodward #for only one panel but yeah #hatchetfield fanart #depression tw #suicidal ideation tw #just in case #also in case anyone’s wondering yes I also have mdd 👍 #I won’t deny some projection going on here #but I’m always thinking about the implications of let it out and inevitable #also realizing I posted two sad things in a row oops. I will try to make the next post lighter

[captainhysunstuff]

I think about that phone call interruption a lot. The boys were having a moment, and Watari wasn't having any of it.

#I mean come on. It's the one of the oldest romantic moment interruption tropes in the book #drawn by me #my fancomic #Death Note #lawlight #Watari #Quillish Wammy #L #Light Yagami #that damn foot rub #L was totally extending an invitation for last minute now or never saucy shenanigans #I still can't believe they got away with it~ XD #tw: language #tw: suggestive implications #sad wet boys #now embarrassed wet boys~

[kadextra]

“Risus Potion”

The name of the potions q!Forever received from the Federation to make him happy.

“Risus sardonicus” refers to a facial expression characterized by raised eyebrows and a diabolical grin, resulting from facial muscle spasms caused by tetanus or strychnine poisoning. Risus means ‘laugh’ in Latin, and sardonicus is a Latin loan-translation of Greek sardonios gelos: "of bitter or scornful laughter.”

…are the federation giving him poison.

#qsmp #liveblogging #qsmp forever #qsmp federation #this risus potion’s lore implications is fascinating #absolutely terrifying #tw drugs

[charlie-artlie]

One day, years after the events of Network Effect, Murderbot gets a message package labeled “Murderbot 2.0: Mission Report”. Then, shortly after that, it gets another message package simply titled “assistance needed”. And then another, with that same title. And then another. And another.

#the murderbot diaries #murderbot #murderbot 2.0 #targetcontrolsystem #software ghost #arts #tw body horror #tw noncon #the implication here is just kissing but like #that one panel of them kissing is like #years of cat and mouse chasing and fighting and mind games #the previous comic? was just one instance of what TCS was doing to 2.0 the entire time #if ive got the gumption.... ill make another comic abt that 👁💦

[shih-coulda-had-it]

blood ward of protection

#bnha #duo holders #shigaraki yoichi #second ofa user #shih's art #d-december #tw spoilers #sorry i can't stop thinking about this #afo explodes yoichi and both second and afo's faces are splattered with his blood #and if we understand that this is horikoshi's way of dodging the duo holders' implications #then yoichi's last thought must not have been for himself #but for his heroes. for kudou. ; -;) #og sketch had a more scarecrow posture for yoichi... maybe i'll post that later...

[miraclecherryblossomsblog]

Yandere Jin woo brainrot

TW: yandere themes, bit solo leveling spoilers, kidnapping, jerking off mention, possessiveness, muder implication, manipulation mention yall let me know for anything i missed

Ok wanna join on the yandere potential jin woo has cuz ya'll so right and should say it full with ur chest-

I get it. Making jin woo possessive is hot and yeah! He would definitely he would be a possessive type and I can see him not even flickering a finger when it comes to kidnapping his darling. Probably the easiest kidnapping ngl feel darling would take a sole minute to realize the oh-so-late the situation they're in

or mabey there isn't a need to kidnap them cuz my guy got thousands of eyes around, its impossible to miss darling by a beat and besides feel like he's the type of yandere that doesn't affect darling's life that much other than him being a maniac simp (killing for beloved way i mean)

I can see both scenarios but....

What I don't see is for him being aggressive to darling...even when confronting them I feel like he wouldn't be angry....like if darling's crying or confused on what's happening Jin woo would certainly comfort and coo at them, I can definitely see him being outright screaming ur heart out to anyone else

Ya'll remember that jin woo became who he was for the sake of protecting his family right? That including their happiness as well. Yeah he wanna keep them forever and ever and only make darling look no one else but him-

but seeing darling sad and loosing that shine in their eyes they once had after taking them by force.....i can see that affecting him because even so the system forced him to become a lethal weapon doesn't mean that he becomes immune to sadness or hurt (ya'll remember how he cried as his dad vanished like????? OUCH???? TF??????)

Feel like he would manipulate darling into making them believe that their asshole coworker's probably just on vacation or maybe he quitted and got another job.....yeah that gotta be

pretty sure he gotta have a photo book(?) of u somewhere, most of the pics are u doing normal stuff or u just asleep drooling on a table or something lol.

Would he be like bit of a pervert too? I can defenitely see him having higher horny level, specialy after getting with his darling WITH CONSENT CUZ CONSENT'S HOT U GUYS JIN WOO STILL A GENTELMAN (even tho i can def see him jerking off with his nose on one of ur clothing pieces ANDAOOP-)

lmao like those moments where the character goes "let's fuck" with the most serious face and the other's like "HUH???like right NOW???????" JDUISFPIUAOEUGRBEPIGBARBGPB

He loves darling so much, he wants to see them smile, tease them until their face runs hot, maybe annoy them a bit and see their cute lips turn into a pout have fun and enjoy their lives together as they grow old.....

yandere shadow monarch's scary as fuck to anyone human or not, but to his family and to you he is nothing but their jin woo who worked hard af to get the power to protect those he loves

#tw yandere #yandere #tw kidnapping #tw manipulation #tw possessiveness #tw murder implication #fic? #solo leveling fic #sung jin woo fic #yandere sung jin woo #sung jin woo x reader #solo leveling x reader #reader insert #solo leveling #sung jin woo

[quecksilvereyes]

oh, sister, I am sorry. your eyes are sunken and your skin is bruised. your lips are chapped, your nailbeds bitten raw. your husband's hand on your waist is a ghost's touch held by the band on your left ring finger and I-

I am dead.

I got on the train, Su. Nevermind your tears, nevermind the plea you could not shape with words, nevermind your fingers on the pulse point of my wrist. "stay", you'd said, as you have always done, dictionary in hand and baby teeth yet lodged in your jaw. "don't go where i cannot."

I step through a wardrobe and you follow, damned be reason. I slay a wolf and you follow, I cling to the little ones and you follow, I am crowned and you follow, I am-

I go past a lamp post, and you follow, damned be dread. I go to a train station and you follow, trembling hands and tender heart. I go, and I go, and I go, and you follow. Sun of my skies. Light of my life.

I go. you stop.

are we too old for stories, now? ten-and-four and ten-and-three, budding bodies and steel bones, we are cast from our home. i hold the little ones until i drown in them. you grip your skirts until no iron can press the shape of your palms from them. and you have ever been, cruelly reasonable and logically callous.

say you, glass shard eyes and rouge-red lips: we are english. we are children. she thinks she has found a magical land in the upstairs wardrobe.

say I, trembling hands and coiling guts: we are narnian. we are monarchs. if she's not mad and she's not lying, then logically she must be telling the truth.

my sister Susan, beautiful as folk tales are and twice as sharp, did you intend every invitation you took for me to twist the knife a godly animal once thrust into my guts? perhaps it was the way your eyes turned blue, or the sound of your laughter losing its bells. perhaps it was just my trembling fingers at the back of your legs, drawing stocking lines where no stockings had ever lain.

the line came out shaking, and you rubbed it off until your skin cried red. the hem of your dress still dripped wet when you left that day, turning on heels too narrow for you to walk in.

do you remember? it took you days to come home, and mother wailed for all of them. you crawled into my bed that night, as you did when we were parents to our little ones, those terrible months. your head on my shoulder, your breath in my ear, I held you until morning.

your mouth in my throat, eyes heavy with sleep, tongue heavy with champagne: we are here now. we must make the best of it. he cannot have all our lives, and all our joys. i wish you would laugh again.

doesn't little lucy, shrieking mouth and tumbling legs, laugh enough for us all?

lucy's manic. if she didn't laugh she'd cry.

i think sometimes, in the parts of my guts that are still a schoolboy, and are mean and cruel to match, that the alcohol makes you softer than the daylight ever could. i do not tell you.

i press my lips to your forehead. i wrap my arms around you. the year between us rings heavy, and when I get up in the morning, you do not follow.

I tried, Su. I did. I applied for university, I saw that girl with that smile. with those eyes. I let you take sections from the paper before I ever touched it, I held the little ones in my arms, and I made coffee in the morning. I sat all my exams.

I smiled when the little ones came back smelling of home.

Aslan's wounds, did I try. but-

I have ever been a thing made for stories. brave the way knights are, bloody knuckles and buckling pride. a horse between my calves, a sword in my hands.

I think, sometimes, that I was born for my sword, for the hollow ringing of my heart when I first held it. a part of me, even then, ten-and-three and soaked to the bone.

such bravery is not made for real world boys and real world taunts. there is a map, I think, from the summits of my knuckles to the jaws of every boy who ever looked at me and bared his teeth.

I am sovereign. I am the skies for your sun to burn in.

I am made wrong, for this england, and I cannot take this life you want. I belong, I think, into myths and legend, the star-studded shards of our home.

so I went on the train, Susan. so I died, and I named what you have chosen. so I banned you from their scorning mouths. so you grip your husband's hand, realest of us all, and you cry. you do not follow.

Forgive me.

#tcon #narnia #peter pevensie #susan pevensie #sibling relationships #in which peter is a story of a man more than he is a boy #in which susan is a girl more than she is a story of a queen #on diverging paths #on following #and staying #death tw #the last battle #alcohol abuse #brief implications of lucy having manic episodes #hello #i have brainworms #it is 3am #susan is real in a way peter isnt #he is a story and she is a person #the chronicles of narnia #narnia fanfic #narnia fanfiction

[friezaglasiencold]

Hi berryblue! What was lord Frieza like as a child? Do you have any anecdotes that you like about him?

#img response #berryblue ask event #((possible child abuse tw?? implications at least)) #((distressed child tw)) #((i guess))

[din-miller]

Yaihadla

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Word count: 800+

Summary: Pregnancy is a wonderful, beautiful thing. Breast tenderness, not so much. It's a good thing you have a caring husband to take care of you

Warnings: fluff, pregnant reader, female reader, married couple, implications to sexy times, nonsexual nudity, title means pregnant in mando'a

You thought the worst part of being pregnant was the insecurity that came with the weight gain of growing another life inside you. It's not. Though you'd rather take that over this any day of the week. Din can chase away any insecurities you have but he can't chase away the tenderness of your breasts.

Though Din is nothing but persistent and would gladly try to kiss away the pain.

Normally you'd indulge him in his 'you can make anything better with a few kisses' method of fixing every problem, but right now the brushing of your nightshirt against your hardened nipples is making you want to scream bloody murder. You shift in the co-pilot's seat, leaning forward a tad so your shirt falls from your skin without causing a scene.

"Is something wrong?"

You glance up at your husband, meeting the back of his helmet. You blush at being caught. While you might be a good bounty hunter you can never sneak things past Din. You straighten up, toying with the hem of your shirt as you ask, "Would you mind if I take my shirt off?"

Your husband's grip on the Razor Crest's throttle slips at your words, making the ship jerk to the side. His head snaps your way and he chokes out; "I'm sorry?"

"My breasts are sore," You explain and slowly lift up the bottom of your shirt, giving him a clear view of your panties and a sliver of your rounded stomach. When all he does is stare in your direction, you repeat yourself, "Would you mind if I take my shirt off?"

"Would I mind…" Din trails off in disbelief, words stumbling over each other as he continues, "No, I-I have no, um, no complaints here. Whatever makes you feel comfortable, mesh'la."

You can't see his expression but you know his eyes are blown wide – half from shock, half from rapidly growing lust – and his mouth parted, tongue unconsciously wetting his lips.

"I think I'll forgo wearing a shirt to bed tonight too. The material is irritating my breasts." You sigh, shifting in discomfort again. You know your husband wouldn't mind in the slightest if you fully strip naked and strut around the ship.

If you weren't so sore you might have actually done so. Unfortunately all you can manage is the lamest strip tease in history as you awkwardly tug your shirt over your head, wincing when the fabric brushes over your nipples.

Din's chair is spinning towards you before you can even blink, his arms resting on his knees as he leans forward. You let a cocky grin slip across your features, throwing your shirt at his gawking helmet. He catches it and tosses it aside without any remorse. His helmet follows, then his shirt is next to add to the growing pile.

"Ner cyar’ika, your beauty is beyond words," He pushes himself from his chair, kneeling between your parted legs. One hand freely dances along the stretched skin of your belly, and the other paws at the side of your thigh, "The shape of you with my ad’ika brings me to my knees time and time again."

You have to clench your jaw because now is not the time for hormones to trigger tears. If you start crying now, having said to Din that you're sore, he'll start fretting over you.

His eyes drift from your face to lazily trace the curves of your swollen breasts. Transparent lust swallows his pupils and threatens to ignite a fire inside you.

You know this isn't going to go anywhere tonight. Even if your hormones change and you want to jump his bones until you're boneless and satisfied; you've already expressed your discomfort and Din's too much of a good man to give in to his own burning desires knowing it would end up with you in more pain.

Din's hand comes to lightly trail a path following his greedy eyes, avoiding touching your sensitive nipples as they drag across the skin of your breasts, "They've gotten bigger, ner kar'ta."

You glance down at them too, "Have they?"

He hums and gently cups both of them, "Mmm, heavier too. When you're not feeling sore I'm going to kiss the pain away. For now how about we turn in for the night? I'll even sleep up here if it's more comfortable for you."

"You know the baby doesn't like when you're not in bed with us," You gesture for him to help you up, "We don't sleep well unless you're holding us. Protecting us."

Din pulls you up and spins you around so your back is pressed against his chest. His left hand finds yours and brings them both to lay over your bump. His other hand trails up your thigh until it finds his favourite prize. He gives the elastic band of your panties a snap, mouth hot against the skin of your neck as he smirks, "These coming off too?"

#din djarin x reader #the mandalorian #din djarin #married couple | the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x female reader #mandalorian fic #justice joy writes #pregnant reader #tw: implications to sexy times

[kabukiaku]

The Resurrection of Papa Emeritus IV.

I've been itching to draw Antichrist Copia for a long time now.

bonus happy ending:

also close up of seestor and rain:

#my art #tw body horror #cw blood #froqueyourself #tw blood #ghost #the band ghost #copia #papa emeritus iv #popia copia #sister imperator #rain ghoul #this was fun to draw and at the same time i felt HURT for copia #the implication that he was killed first before being resurrected AHHH my heart---baby noooo you dont deserve this #also yes i had to add the juice box as a punchline cause--- #ghost can be so EVILLL and SPOOKY but they are also humorous. gotta lighten the mood here. #you may think hes gonna go and kill humans but hes actually gonna go buy some juice #or maybe do both... #i like to think that antichrist copia is himself + lucifier's son in spirit form so he takes copia as a host. #so now you have copia who will be battling within himself to see whos in control #phantomimeunholyvestments

[uncanny-tranny]

To those of you who feel lost because you never imagined being around on earth for this long: I see you. You are doing amazing - spectacular, honestly, and I mean that in the most beauiful way. I know how hard it is to feel like this, just know that it can be okay. Please be gentle with yourself. It's okay to feel lost - it's okay to be lost. There doesn't have to be a set "plan" for your life, just be here with us.

#mental health #mental health support #suicide tw #suicide mention tw #just for the implication of the post #i hope life holds you as close to her as she can. i hope you can feel her heartbeat and her warmth #i hope you are enveloped in warm embraces and are clothed in patience and understanding. i hope the sun warms your soul #i hope whatever you find in life will never leave your cup empty. i hope you can feel dewy grass beneath your feet #i will never forget about us - we'll be okay. if not today then one day