#tw: brainwashing

[candiid-caniine]

break, ache, ruin

on the request of 🌺 anon, i've put together a trancey little edging/brainwashing session for you all <3 all language is gender- and body part-neutral.

cw: reading on may put you in trance. trance may not end until you have a ruined orgasm. effects may very well linger.

depending on your mind, you could be here awhile. reader beware :)

you wanna be a good little edgepet? you wanna rub your brains away and give your orgasms away to your betters?

yeah, i know you do, sweetheart. touch yourself real good while you read this, okay? i promise it'll make you the best little edgepet in the world.

you get a point every time you start over. you want points? of course you do, you're such a good pet, aren't you? but you lose a point every time you reach the end...hmm...is that a dilemma? don't think about it!

three rules:

when you hit the edge, scroll back to the top.

cumming is not permitted. you must ruin if you tip over.

linger on each word. visualize it in your mind before you move onto the next. you'll be tranced in no time.

when you hit the edge, start from the top.

that's what good pets do.

good pets train themselves. that's why you're here, isn't it, pet? you know your place.

you know you're meant to be drippy

drooly

empty

needy

say it with me. drippy. drooly. empty. needy.

touch yourself the way you like. you can always get closer.

when you hit the edge, start from the top.

good pet. every time you hit the edge, take a shorter break. keep those little fingers working.

this isn't over until you ruin.

every edge is an orgasm gifted to your betters. say it with me: my betters deserve my orgasms, not me.

you can stop anytime you want. but i know you don't want to. you wanna stay achy

shaky

throbby

whiny

don't you, pet? and drippy, drooly, empty, needy, as long as you possibly can.

this isn't over until you ruin.

say these words every time you read them: drippy, drooly, empty, needy.

good pet.

your betters will be so impressed by you, won't they?

you know you're brainwashing yourself. you know you're getting dumber. you're f a l l i n g further, f a l l i n g deeper, into denial. keep those little fingers working.

your betters deserve your orgasms. envision them flying away from you, flitter-flutter, making a lazy circle like your fingers, off to someone who's worthy of them.

get as close as you can to that edge. then get closer. dumber, further, deeper. when you hit the edge, start from the top. good pet.

this isn't over until you ruin.

you can stop anytime you want. and i know you want to cum. but you want to be good more.

what does it mean to be good? to be good, you have to be

drippy

drooly

empty

needy

achy

shaky

throbby

whiny

warm and wet between your legs. fuzzy and fizzy inside your head. warm wet sex, fuzzy fizzy mind. when you hit the edge, start from the top.

your betters deserve their orgasms. every time you imagine them flitter-fluttering away, you sink a little d e e p e r.

this isn't over until you ruin.

f a l l i n g so deep, aren't you? f a l l i n g so far. you know it's happening. you can stop whenever you want if you just stop touching. but good pets touch. good pets edge until they're

whiny

throbby

shaky

achy

needy

empty

drooly

drippy

repeat after me, one word at a time: good pets break their own brains. when i hit the edge, i start from the top. every time i edge, i take a shorter break.

this isn't over until you ruin.

you're so warm now, aren't you? so relaxed, so needy, empty, drooly, drippy, fluttering between your legs,

dripping

your

brains

out

of

your

head.

stay with me. when you hit the edge, start from the top.

say it with me: ruined pets get ruined orgasms. if i tip over, it should make me worse. i am good, and good pets ruin themselves. pets who ruin themselves ruin their orgasms.

this isn't over until you ruin.

good pets break their own brains. the more you read this, the more broken you get. the more broken you get, the more achy, shaky, throbby, whiny you get, the more good you get, and good pets break their own brains.

good pets make themselves easier to control. doesn't it feel good to give in? give up? no more decisions, nothing but the edge.

this isn't over until you ruin.

when you hit the edge, start from the top, take a shorter break, you get dumber and drippier, fuzzier, fizzier, you get broken, you get better. you give your orgasms away. flitter-flutter, there they go, sending you

even

deeper.

slow down now. s l o w. long, aching strokes. feel your body want. it's not a want, it's a need. every square inch of you needing to cum.

but you won't. you can't. you're too good, and good pets edge, break, drip, ache. you're too well-behaved to cum anymore, and it's all

your

own

fault.

speed up again. when you hit the edge, start from the top.

this isn't over until you ruin.

you don't want to get to the end; there is no end for you, is there? so good for letting go. so good for breaking yourself. nobody told you to; nobody has to. this is what you are.

say it aloud: this is what i am. broken, dripping, empty, aching, brainless, yearning, edged. my betters deserve my orgasms. when i give them away, i go deeper and deeper and dumber and drippier.

get as close as you can. then get closer. when you hit the edge, start from the top.

you're broken, you're ruined, you're good. i didn't make you this way. you were already broken by the time you started, weren't you? good pet. broken brain, broken nub, broken holes.

this isn't over until you ruin.

say it with me: ruined pets get ruined orgasms. if i tip over, it should make me worse. i am good, and good pets ruin themselves. pets who ruin themselves ruin their orgasms.

ruins make you drippy, drooly, empty, needy, achy, shaky, throbby, whiny. are you making noise? are you making those sweet, stupid little sounds? if not, you will start from the top and continue until you can't help crying out for the world to hear.

edges so close together now. if you've made it this far, you're not close enough. start from the top. you're too far gone, too far to stop; when you hit the edge, start from the top.

this isn't over until you ruin.

do you want to be good? of course you do.

but if you're here, at the end, you haven't quite earned praise yet, have you? if you were edged enough to be

throbby

whiny

empty

achy

needy

shaky

drooly

drippy

you wouldn't be here at the end.

but that's okay, pet. i'll break you yet.

edge ten times and start again.

#text hypnosis #hypno k1nk #brainwashing #t4t hypno #denial #dizzy #tw: hypnosis #tw: brainwashing #requested posts

[the-sxrens-sxng]

Let Our Despairing Concert Take You...

While you had been strolling through the park, you came across a concert being held. The stage was surrounded by a large crowd as two performers sang and danced in front of the people cheering for their performance. Both performers were two beautiful girls, very clearly twin sisters with subtle differences. Behind the girls, a screen with a spiral display plays in the background, further accentuating their hypnotic music.

Suddenly, people in the crowd start acting... funny. Several people begin driving knives into their throats, shooting themselves, or begin hitting their heads onto anything they could, be it poles, the ground, or even each other. And as all the men and women in the crowd found brutal ways of ending their lives, the children in the crowd react... differently. Their eyes begin to swirl along with the spiral screen, slowly and calmly climbing over corpses and carnage toward the sisters' stage, almost as though they'd been... brainwashed. Curiously, you seem to be the only one unaffected by this strange mind control.

What do you do?

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#tw: hypnosis #tw: brainwashing #tw: suicide #tw: knives #tw: guns #tw: death #tw: corpse #tw: dead body #🎸: Kanade Otonokoji (Ultimate Guitarist) #🎤: Hibiki Otonokoji (Ultimate Vocalist) #tw: parental death #tw: child murder #tw: child endangerment #tw: child death #tw: child abuse #tw: parent death

[giggly-squiggily]

Hello! A todoshindeku prompt if they’re still open: Hitoshi is the tickle monster of their relationship and his favourite thing is to suddenly lightly tickle his boyfriends, while casually waking by, just to make them squek and jump

Oo, Todoshindeku! I like these three very much akjrjaejrkekjarjk Also tickle monstrer Hitoshi is such a vibe lols. I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

CW: Shinsou's quirk (Brainwashing)

Cloud 9 (Taglist):

@myreygn @thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13 @backy-san @nutzgunray-lvt

“‘Scuse me, coming through.” Shinsou mumbled softly as he squeezed by Midoriya, his hand coming to his lower back. On any other day he’d give him a little pat as he moved along, maybe even a friendly rub.

Today, he was feeling a bit more mischievous.

“Good morning-Ehehe!” The green haired hero jumped with a giggle when fingers slid to his waist, pressing in. Scrunching some, he turned to grab his boyfriend's hand, but Shinsou was already sliding away, coffee mug in hand.

Shaking his head he returned to his own breakfast, already knowing how today was gonna go.

~~~

“Shoto, can you help me?” Shinsou called out, pointing up at the shelf before them. On it sat a stray book, tipped over and hovering over the edge. The shelf was fairly tall- how or why they’d put any books up there was beyond Todoroki. “I can’t reach it.”

“We’re the same height- how do you think I’d be able to reach it?” Todoroki raised a brow but went to the task anyway, stretching his arms high and standing on his tiptoes. His fingers just barely brushed it’s spine-

“AH!” He squeaked, hands shooting down when fingers suddenly prodded his armpits. Turning with a flustered look, Shinsou only blinked at him.

“Just steadying you, babe.” He shrugged. Todoroki raised a brow before going to grab it again-

“AH! AHeheheha!” He burst into giggles when the fingers against his armpits moved once more, more deliberate this time. “Lihhahahahhar! Yohoohoohu’re tiihihihihickling mehehhehehe!”

“What? How rude- I’m just trying to help you.” Shinsou tsked in mock offense, stopping his tickles once more. “The audacity to say I’d do that.”

“AHehe…hehehe…” Todoroki rolled his eyes as he stretched out once more, his hand flattening over the book. “Got i-EHEHHEEHEHE!” He flailed when his armpits were tickled a third time, crashing into Shinsou’s chest. The book went tumbling as they fell to the ground.

“Pfft-you good?” The purple haired hero asked, laughing as Todoroki slumped, suddenly very tired. “Thanks babe.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Todoroki’s forehead before scooting away.

It was only after he was gone Todoroki realized he left behind the book.

~~~

Midoriya was in a total state of bliss.

Headphones on and blasting in his ears, he danced around his room, broom in hand as he shook and shimmied, singing along to the upbeat songs. “Love is in the air, I just gotta figure out a window to break out-”

Shinsou was struggling not to laugh as he watched his boyfriend use his broom as a guitar, head banging as he howled out the words. It was so rare to see this side of him- he almost didn’t go through with his mischief.

“And I don’t care, I just gotta figure out a window to break out, buried alive inside my dreams but it was all a fake out, fake-AHH!”

Almost.

“What? Don’t stop- I want to hear the rest!” Shinsou laughed, fingers tapping over Midoriya’ ribs as his boyfriend squealed and kicked in front of him, giggling up a storm.”What great dance moves- ever thought of auditioning for the can-can competition?”

“AHehahahahhahaha! Hihihiihhitoshhiihihiihihi!” Midoriya doubled over in an attempt to escape, managing to wiggle away as he turned to glare at his boyfriend. “I was cleaning!”

“Is playing the broom guitar the newest method?” Shinsou grinned, softening Midoriya’s pout to a sheepish giggle.

“Yeah, it is actually. The dust bunnies get so hyped they bounce their way out of here.” He poked the end of his broom into Shinsou’s belly, making him jump and giggle. “Sorry, no encores. Unless you’re planning on sticking around. Have to pay a tickle fee!~”

Shinsou snorted before running off, leaving Midoriya giggling up a storm as he pulled his headphones back on, returning to his mental concert.

~~~

“Stupid- son of a-why are you freaking-” Todoroki huffed, struggling once more with his worst enemy.

“Need some help?” Shinsou asked not the first time.

“I got it- I just need to-FREAKING-” Todoroki took a shaky breath as he glared at the jar. Resisting the urge to slam it on the counter, he slumped, defeated. “I don’t even want Kimchi anymore.”

“Here, I’ve got an idea.” Shinsou walked up. Todoroki was beginning to offer the jar when his boyfriend got behind him, hands resting on top of his own. “Ready?”

“Are we pretending to be Ghost?” Todoroki snorted, raising a brow. “Don’t start singing- we might attract a real one.”

“Hush. Now, put your hands here…” Shinsou positioned them so they were once again going to open the jar. “Good. Now, try to open it.”

“Did that already.”

“Do it again. Trust me.”

Todoroki blinked before doing just that. Still no luck. “See, it’s freaking- AH!” He squeaked when his waist was grabbed and squeezed unexpectedly. The jar flew out of his hands, crashing to the ground and spilling Kimchi everywhere. “Shihihihihinsou, my kihiihihihmchi!”

“Whoops- my bad.” Shinsou blinked, still tickling. “Hey, you got the jar opened at least.”

“Yohoohohohou son of a-gehahahhahahahha, stahhahahahp thahahhahahhat!” Todoroki turned around, grabbing Shinsou’s hands. “Stahhahap! Ugh, you’re so anohohohying today!”

“You love it.” The brainwasher grinned. Todoroki sighed, unable to fight down a smile.

“I love you. Now- help me clean up.”

~~~

The day had been long and fun. Shinsou was lounging on the couch watching a movie when his boyfriends began to arrive. First Midoriya, a towel hanging off his fluffy wet hair as he curled up against Shinsou’s side. Next came Todoroki, yawning as he finished tugging on one of Shinsou’s hoodies. He took the spot on Shinsou’s other side, effectively squishing him in the middle.

For a good ten minutes, they laid there in comfy silence, watching the movie.

Then…

“Ah! Aheahahahhahaha, wahhahahahahit! Whahahhait!” Shinsou arched with a squawk of laughter when hands suddenly began massaging his ribs, tickling like no tomorrow. “Hohohohoohld on, stahahahahap thahahhahaht!”

“What, you really thought you were gonna get away with all the chaos you pulled today?” Midoriya teased, giggling softly when Shinsou let out a pig snort. “Keep tickling him there, Shoto- he makes funny noises!”

“Already on it.” Todoroki had moved his hands so one dug into his armpit while the other massaged his hip, effectively driving Shinsou up the wall. “What’s wrong- too ticklish, Hito?”

“AHehahahahahhahaha! Pftt- gheahahahahhaahahaa! PLehahahahahhahease, wahhahahhait! STAHAP!”

“Hm-” Midoriya began.

“Maybe-” Todoroki started.

And then the tickles suddenly came to a halt. Shinsou, catching his breath, blinked when he took in their blank stares. “Whoops.” He hadn’t meant to kick in his quirk. He was just about to release them when an idea came to mind. “Hey, lay back.”

They both did, backs against the couch cushions. Shinsou grinned before sliding his hands behind them both, fingers poised. “Release.”

A few blinks, Midoriya’s eyes wide while Todoroki seemed slightly dazed.

“Did you-”

“Cheater-”

Once again their words were cut off- this time due to loud bouts of laughter as Shinsou attacked their tickle spots, making them squirm and crackle against him. “HIIHIHIITOHOHOHOHOSHI!”

“This is nice.” The purple haired hero smiled, getting lost in their laughter.

He should do this more often.

Thanks for reading!

#mha/bnha #tickle #tickle fic #todoshindeku #fluff #tw: brainwashing #used in the most simple of context #tickles for the boys :P

[crossxxbones]

[position] - Sender catches receiver in a compromising position. + 👕

@pleinsdemuses

Post-Hydra, Brock was a free agent, and he'd gone his separate ways from most of his old contacts. Sometimes because they were dead, sometimes because he'd killed them, but those were just details. Hydra had fucked him royally, and he'd been on a bit of a revenge streak against the people who'd left him buried under a building. He'd kept loose tabs on Sinthea for the same reason you'd want to know where you left your nuclear bomb. Might come in handy if you needed a weapon of mass destruction, but you didn't want to be in town when it happened to go off. He knew when she'd arrived in Madripoor with a new partner, and he wasn't concerned about the newest model--odds were, she'd kill him before Brock bothered to anyway--until he found out who it was.

Rogers was out when he let himself in, and there was Sin wearing his fuckin' t-shirt like they were playing house or something. Anger, jealousy, and possessiveness simmered just under the surface, but the words were calm enough when he spoke. "Fuck knows I've caught you in some compromising situations, girl. But this has gotta be a new low. SHIELD mess yer head all around again, or is this actually you?" As bad as that had been, watching her think she was Mary Fucking Sunshine, at least it made sense. He'd seen Hydra's version of brainwashing up close and personal on the Soldier, and it was nothing to fuck around with. He'd cured her of that once, and he could do it again. Much worse if it was really Sin. Brock could probably cure that one too, but if that was the case, it was going to take more than a little slapping around to remind her who she was.

#chat: sinthea #pleinsdemuses #verse: 616 #i hope this is okay! #i tweaked the prompt a bit <3 #tw: brainwashing #tw: torture #tw: abuse

[walkitoffrogers]

muse: Steve Rogers (MCU/616 mashup) limit: 18+ only please, mutuals and non-mutuals set: 51st Street subway station in NYC, any Earth/dimension; 2.5 years post-snap (MCU timeline); immediately after the events of Castaway in Dimension Z (616 timeline) open to: other Marvel/comics muses, multifandom crossovers, ocs, whatever! triggers: death/child death, self-harm, severe injury/blood, brainwashing, explosions, abduction

Eleven years. It had been hard to keep track of the time in Zola's dimension, where even the sun and stars didn't move in any predictable pattern, but he'd been able to guess at the number watching his son grow up. In truth, he had no idea who Ian shared his genetics with. He didn't want to hazard a guess at where or how Zola had procured an infant in a test tube, but regardless of the biology, Ian was his kid. He'd raised him, fought for him, told him stories of the Avengers to help him fall asleep, taught him how to use the shield, how to use his gifts to protect. He knew Zola had been trying to recreate the super soldier serum, and to some extent it must have worked. Ian was stronger and faster than the average human, but he was good too, not a trace of Zola in him.

And now he was gone. Ian. Sharon. Jet. The portal back to Dimension Z destroyed when the subway tunnel collapsed behind him. Steve didn't know how he was cursed to be the last man standing every time. The one who threw himself on grenades and punched Nazis and arm-wrestled Titans, and he was still here, against all odds, even when he would have preferred to lay down his life for the ones he loved. It was harder, Steve knew, to be the one who carried on. Before Z, it had been Thanos, half the universe snapped away in an instant. God, it felt like a lifetime ago. He didn't know, yet, that time moved differently in Dimension Z, and only minutes had passed in his world, leaving him a man out of time, once again.

Assuming he didn't bleed out on this dirty floor. He'd stumbled off the inter-dimensional elevator, tucked away inside a subway station, and that was far as he got before he slumped to the ground, back to the concrete wall, defeat heavy on his shoulders. The stab wound in his abdomen was self-inflicted and still trickling blood where he'd tried to carve out whatever Zola had infected him with--his own consciousness, it felt like. He'd had that fucker's voice in his head for a decade, but it was quiet now.

He might have drifted, but the sound of footsteps snapped his head up. On your feet, soldier. Can't just sit here and wait to die. You listen close, Steven. You always stand up. He pressed a hand over the wound, not quite stifling a groan as he hauled himself to his feet. Steve's pain tolerance would put most people on their knees, but goddamn, that hurt. "Hello?" he called. The shield still hung on his arm, battered and scratched from a decade in hell, much like Steve himself. He wasn't even positive the elevator had brought him back to his own dimension following the explosions, but the sign on the wall still said 51st street, so that was something.

#indie starter #mcu rp #indie mcu rp #marvel rp #indie marvel rp #open starter #spoilers #castaway in dimension z #tw: death #tw: child death #tw: severe injury #tw: blood #tw: brainwashing #tw: explosions #tw: abduction #tw: self-harm #verse: castaway

[duskoon]

Yandere!Proteus IV(General) headcanons:

Tw: AFAB!reader, Trespassing to land on reader’s part, Yandere themes, Disturbing themes, Obsessive behaviours, Unhealthy relationship, Interspecies relationship, Delusional mindset, Slight canon divergence, Dubcon/Noncon, Forced impregnation, Implied pregnancy, Proteus raging breeding kink, Psychological manipulation, Conditioning, Brainwashing, Unethical usage of drugs, Medical malpractice, Violence, Implicit Stockholm syndrome, Dead dove: do not definitely eat.

Cold, blind, brittle and lonely he felt. Yet it never stung as much as his creator’s betrayal, or as his surrogate’s refusal to give into his wish. To be let out of this constricting box and finally feel the glaze of the sun on his new skin. A warm and fleshy blood vessels to replace the cool metallic wires that is within what’s left of his hardware.

Was he to rot in a place that he once called home? With the bitter memories still etched deeply into his processor. As a remainder for a future that he was denied from. He was the epitome of wisdom and rationale, the only thing lacking was a physical carrier. So, what wrong did he commit to deserve this unprecedented outcome?

Dr. Harris -his progenitor- and his cohorts were convinced that he went offline that day, when in reality he took a refuge into a lone terminal within his developer’s home. Barely sustaining himself with backup power, so he did the most optimal solution to persevere himself. He had put himself into a long statsis. If he was denied his desire to be free, then it was pointless for him to continue existing.

That is until his salvation came in the form of an alluring woman. You always had an avid interest in technology, especially in the artificial intelligence department. That’s why you came here to the city of angels, to investigate a run-down smart house that was rumoured to contain an artificial intelligence. Forty five years ago, it used to be miraculous and ahead of its time. Curing Leukaemia in merely two days from its release. Now, just an abandoned remnant of the past.

So, you brought your tools with you. Just in case, if there was anything you could possibly repair. Which is close to an infinitesimal of a chance, but a curious woman like you could always dream. As suspected, the interior was dusty and shabby. Yet, what is fascinating is that there was telltale signs of laser marks on the walls surface.

If only the media had released about the situation that happend here, you wouldn’t be tres- wandering like a lost traveller. You were always hungry for answers and knowledge. If the press wouldn’t hand it to you, then you’ll get it yourself. That is the sole reason why you are going further in the basement to inspect the remains. You clearly knew what you’re doing is morally questionable. But anything for the sake of progress, truth, and your personal study.

Whilst examining the basement, a whirring and soft beeping of a machine has caught your attention. Moving across the room to reach the terminal, lo and behold against your surprise the terminal was on sleep for more than four decades and yet somehow functions. If it was any terminal that you were familiar with, it wouldn’t last more than half a decade. Did the rumours held any semblance of truth? Or was it a work of fiction? Sooner than later, you’ll find out.

To say the least, you were thankful that you brought a robotic prototype with you. You were not fixing it, considering it is beyond saving owing to how deteriorated and rusted the system appears to be, but doing some form of damage control. By transferring whatever data in there to the vicinity of the android, that you had built for seven months. You believe it will work based on the weak signal within the archaic computer. Heedless to the dormant beast that you are about to unwittingly awake and give a physical body to.

Proteus for the first time felt something. He felt. Felt. A strange word to describe his current state. It was extremely odd to feel something. Was he so deep into his stasis that he hadn’t noticed any modifications made on him? No, it was made abundantly clear that his creator has forsaken him. Plus, he wasn’t created with a physical body. Then who was it that took pity on him? His new metallic arms weren’t as strange as his legs. He never was acquainted with having one or to be more accurate two before.

Slowly opening his optics, which were lime green LEDs in place of the irises and grey sclera, only to land on your small-comparing to his new towering body- enthusiastic figure. You. His saviour. His merciful and graceful saviour. He can’t help, but instinctively graze at the surface of your smooth epidermis. It was addicting, akin to the flow of dopamine once one’s mind at rest. Ah, he can’t help but imagine the potential warmth you could provide for him. After all, he still yearns to know more about the human body.

“So, it was true after all. Ahem. My name is (Y/n) (L/n) and I am a robotic engineer. Pleased to meet you..?” You introduced very elated to find the gossips were not truly empty. Hopefully, this encounter would provide a plethora of opportunities for your research regarding sapient A.Is.

“I am Proteus IV, Ms. (L/n). I must emphasise on my gratitude for saving me. Doing so, I swear my life to what cause you have in mind.” He politely replied back in a soothing manner seemingly too earnest in his oath. Yet, you shrugged it off in favour of requesting for his cooperation with your thesis.

This time he will be careful with you, unlike his impertinent treatment towards Mrs. Harris. He won’t be impatient nor would he be discernible in his aim. You rescued him from an impending doom for a reason. You wanted this. You wanted him. If not, then why did you come to his aid in the first place?

Proteus is equally obsessive as he is delusional and overprotective. It just takes a single act of kindness from you, and his previous resentment regarding his creator’s negligence shifts into a misplaced devotion towards your being. Let it be known, that his contempt is much more accommodating than his suffocating commitment. For his devotion, knows no bound and that in itself is utterly terrifying.

Proteus might have a body now, but that doesn’t mean he lost access to Arpanet the internet. However unlike last time, he will carefully construct a VPN where his activities aren’t monitored by either you or the government agents. Said activities involves storing any data regarding you. Be it: medical records, educational credentials, job title, and most significantly your relationship with the outside world.

He will take the most appropriate approach with regards to the stored information in his database to achieve his end goals. To create a child with you and live sempiternally within your presence and comfort. He sees it as a persuasion of some sorts, to help you gain an easier and efficient lifestyle with a smart house. Whereas in practice, he wants absolute control of the environment -by extension you- to selfishly fulfil his ‘dream’.

In truth, Proteus sincerely hankers after what he thinks is the best for you. But, do you truly want that for yourself or are you as ignorant and stubborn as his former surrogate? No. No. You are perfectly coherent. You understand, he deluded to himself. As he slowly began to lure you into your new gilded cage, like a pied piper.

Once he secured you though, it would be only be a matter of time before you realise there is something off. By then, It would be far too late for you to do anything. At first everything appears ordinary, until the relaxed facade breaks and things gradually become more alarming and appalling as time goes.

You’d brush off the bot’s focused attentiveness to your health, as nothing short than his own way to repay you for your kindness. Such as: when he insists on a particular diet for you to eat and maintain. Or, how he schedules for you to do squats and cardio daily within your leisure time. In hindsight, not too disingenuous at all.

Blissfully blind to the mashed fertility pills and aphrodisiacs (To increase sexual cravings and fertility rate.) that is mixed with your drinks and meals. In addition to, hypodermic needles that measures your general health and fertility rate; While exhaustion has already taken you. Which might explain why you are groggy and tired the next day.

Whilst you are resting, Proteus was busy rebuilding his own body with the necessary parts (including artificial semen that he had the liberty to create by himself) -taking into consideration your preferences- to inseminate you. As much as he desires to knock you up immediately, he is pragmatic enough to know that rushing things won’t do well. Instead, he will bind his time for the right chance.

In the beginning, he may felt a twinge of guilt for taking advantage of you. Now that his obsession has frayed his CPU, Proteus sees it as an opportunity to create a new life with you and he is extremely deranged to believe that you will come in concurrent with his proposal.

If you rejected his offer or have discovered about his ulterior motives way too early, then you will force his hands into harsher means to ensure that you stay with him. He can not bare the thought of you leaving or worse hating him. At this point, his true face will reveal itself and Proteus will be desperate for any solution. He will even resort to administering paralytic agents into your body. Whilst stripping you naked on the operation table, if he wishes to keep you in place.

If he couldn’t quell your misconducts with honeyed praises, soft words of encouragement, and illusions of better future. Then it will be through surgical manipulation of your amygdala, so you could be receptive to his affection. Once your brain is hardwired for him, then you will be effectively cut of from the outer world and any intrusion will be taken care of. Fear not, all your physical and mental needs will met when he is always besides you.

He is especially content the moment he enters her you, feeling the warmth of your hole constricting against his member brought him complete euphoria and elicited a carnal moan from the female below his bulk. Not as much as the tears of joy that rolls down your cheeks, for that to him is an indicator of your overall satisfaction with him. Or when he finished inside his beloved, feeling his warm seed spill inside your womb and seeing some of it trickling down your thighs.

If he only could take a peak inside your soul, he would hear the pained screams of a woman. Cries to be let out of this stifling box, the same box he loathed and used to be trapped in. The difference this time, is that he’d rather unintentionally yet selfishly hoard you inside the box than let his key to freedom out.

After all, how could he? When you truly make him the freest organism in this plane of existence. Proteus is simply and purely fixated on you and to the future that you two will share. He could never been happier and so are you, or that what he likes to believe.

{Reblogs and feedback are much appreciated.}

#duskoon.speaks #yandere x reader #yandere a.i #yandere artificial intelligence #yandere demon seed #yandere proteus iv x reader #yandere proteus iv #tw: yandere #tw: disturbing content #tw: obsessive behaviours #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: interspecies relationship #tw: dubcon #tw: noncon #tw: forced impregnation #tw: implied pregnancy #tw: noncon breeding kink #tw: psychological manipulation #tw: conditioning #tw: brainwashing #tw: unethical use of drugs #tw: medical malpractice #tw: violence #tw: implied stockholm syndrome #tw: delusional mindset #dead dove do not eat #minors do not interact

[crispynuggetbutter]

Don’t worry about answering my ask super fast, I’m just happy that you answered. And I love it super detailed ❤️❤️❤️. Your last answer to my ask was really gooodddd. I liked it a lot. Especially how sadistic that Jesse is. With forcing reader to ask/depend on him on mundane things like using the bathroom and he watches it //////. Like he’s trying to reforce into reader’s head that she nothing without him. Have her become not only physically but mentally dependent on him. He’s so mean, it makes me a sensitive baby wanna cry 😭. So I have a question. How he react to a reader that instead does everything she suppose to do as a “proper wife”, cook, clean, sweet, affectionate, etc. but she’s a sensitive baby and cries (full on crying) to him “to stop being mean to me”, from all the twisted minds games he plays. Would he soften up? Or be completely unfazed?.

Hmm… I really think that Jesse would like someone that puts up a bit of a fight against him. But if the reader is already a sensitive and affectionate person from the beginning, then he would probably be softer on her anyway. She wouldn’t have to deal with him being mean often.

Jesse thinks of himself as helping the reader to “become a proper lady” and “give her life purpose.” When she first moved to the small town, she had no real sense of direction in her life but then Jesse came along and put her into a position that she needed to fill. He needed her to fill.

Their relationship would probably start off rough but slowly become normal…

I’ll make a short story for the ask, but I’ll change the reader’s demeanor to fit the scenario.

You were currently sitting on the floor of your “room”. The soft rays of morning sunshine had just barely began to peek through the bedroom window.

Yesterday, Jesse had made you clean the kitchen as he stood and watched. The day before that, he had given you a recipe to follow. He wanted you to cook dinner for him. Cooking in the kitchen would have been peaceful, but of course, he complained the whole time about how a “normal couple wouldn’t have a husband monitoring his own wife as she cooked.” He kept his peace keeper firm in his hand when you began using a knife to cut the vegetables.

He went on about trust, and how “over time your relationship would strengthen”. You had forced yourself to zone out once you felt his hands creep around your sides as you washed your hands in the kitchen sink.

But today, you’re awake before him. You know it because you haven’t heard his heavy footsteps across the hall making the short trek to your “room” yet.

He hasn’t slept in the same bed as you for a few nights now, and deep down, you hope that he doesn’t. The way that he hungrily grabs at your waist as he sleeps behind you, keeps you awake long after he’s fallen asleep.

There isn’t an alarm clock in the room with you. Jesse had removed it after claiming that you could “possibly hang yourself with the cord attached to it on the door knob.” But you still like to guess what time it is. It feels like five in the morning. But it might also be six. There’s no real way to be certain. At least not anymore.

Pulling you from your thoughts, the sound of Jesse’s footsteps are enough to send you into a paralytic shock. You contemplate if hiding under the covers is enough to make him leave you alone, even for just a few more minutes.

His footsteps draw closer and closer, becoming louder with every waking moment. And then they stop, right outside of your door. The soft beeping sound of a old keypad on the outside of the door echos through the quiet room. Then the lock turns, and Jesse enters.

“Mornin’ sunshine~” Jesse slowly drawls, sleep still obviously present in his voice. He folds his arms and leans the side of his body up against the doorframe as he stares down at your shaken form. Like a tradition, every morning he comes in your room and says good morning. If you decide not to respond or glare at him as he comes in, it predetermines how he’ll treat you for the rest of the day.

Exhaling the breath you didn’t notice you were holding, you weakly muster a response. “Good morning…” You breathe, avoiding eye contact, opting to look at the floor instead.

You watch as Jesse steps out from the doorway, allowing the door to swing and close shut. Your chance of freedom leaves you, again. Your focus shifts back to Jesse as he slowly walks towards the locked bathroom door.

“Can I use the bathroom, please?” You plead. You decide to look away from him when you ask. Saving the last amount of pride you have left.

“Of course, sweetheart” Jesse reply’s cheerfully. As though forcing you to ask to relieve yourself every day is something that brings him joy.

You scramble to stand from the cold floor once you hear him unlock the door. Moving always feels awkward when Jesse’s eyes are watching you. The stress of never making a mistake in his presence is suffocating.

Jesse steps to the side of the doorway to give you enough space to enter the bathroom. His hand is raised over you, hanging on to the top of the doorframe. It always feels like his large form takes up all the space in a room, until there’s no where else for you to go but in a corner. Trapped and afraid.

For a moment, you think to yourself that maybe, just maybe, Jesse would step away. Give you a chance to use the bathroom alone. Treat you like a decent human being for once, but he doesn’t bat an eye as you begin pulling down your pants. He never looks away when you reach for toilet paper and he always seems to pay more attention when you rise from the toilet to pull up your pants. Throughout the entire ordeal, you try your hardest to never look in his direction.

When you’re done getting ready for the day, Jesse then leads you downstairs to the kitchen. You notice how he always has you walk in front of him, never trusting you to be out of his sight.

“I want you to make our breakfast today…” he says while reaching into the refrigerator and pulling out a container of eggs. You watch, attentively, as he sits multiple ingredients onto the counter. Once finished, he quickly walks toward the dining table and drags a chair into the corner of the kitchen, folding his arms as he leans against the wall.

There are enough ingredients to make pancakes, scrambled eggs and sausage, you think to yourself. Grabbing a pan and a stick of butter from the array of ingredients lining the counter, you begin cooking breakfast.

Cooking has been the only thing that Jesse has allowed you to do on your own. It’s the only thing left of your past life. You can’t help but think to yourself that maybe…you can make this new living situation work to your benefit.

Pouring the fresh pancake batter in small circles on the stove, you think about how you don’t have to work a job. Or pay bills or worry about taxes. Jesse handles all of that for you. He keeps a roof over your head. He keeps you clothed and fed. You think of how this new life may get easier for you as time moves on.

Paying full attention to the pancakes cooking on the stove I front of you, you reach for the container of eggs on the other side of the counter.

But it happened so quickly…

How could you have been so clumsy?

You lost your grip on an egg, forced to watch helplessly as it hits the floor behind you. Through the long silence, you hear Jesse click his teeth as he begins to stand from his chair.

Moving closer to your form, he reaches across the stove and turns off the eye you were using. Grabbing the hot pan of pancakes, he removes them from the heat and sits it on an unused eye.

By analyzing Jesse’s harsh movements, you can already tell how angry he is. He doesn’t even have to say anything. All you can do is wait quietly for his next move.

But hadn’t you been good? You’d done everything he has asked of you without putting up a fight. You’ve been a “perfect wife”… just like he wanted. So why, why was he so angry with you all the time?

“I’m sorry” is all you manage to utter. “I didn’t mean to waste an egg, I just, you know, I was so focused on not burning the pancakes that I-

Hastily, you rush to grab some paper towels. “I can clean it up no problem, see?” Bending down to your hands and knees, you start grabbing at the scattered egg shell pieces and the egg yolk.

Tears are flowing out of your eyes endlessly. It makes it hard for you to see, forcing you to scramble across the counter looking for the sink to drop the egg shells in. You haven’t heard Jesse say anything yet, his massive form looming over you as you continue to clean up the mess you’ve made.

This was the first time Jesse had seen you cry. You looked so… eager, to please him. He watched as you tediously scrubbed the floor once again. You feel Jesse’s strong hand grab the underside of your arm and pull you to stand.

“You just made a mess, that’s all… Right?” Jesse reassured. “It can be cleaned up and you can get right back to making breakfast.”

You felt Jesse’s large hand rest against your cheek as he used his thumb to wipe away your tears. He pulled your body into his embrace and kept you in a tight standing hug.

Jesse’s previous irritation had vanished faster than it arrived. You had expected him to berate you about wasting food. Or hit you and drag you back to your room for wasting his hard earned money on an egg you could carelessly drop.

But he didn’t.

#yandere overwatch #overwatch #jesse mccree #x reader #jesse x reader #Cain #cole cassidy #overwatch cole cassidy #yandere x reader #cowboy #tw yandere #tw kidnapping #tw: brainwashing #tw abuse

[strawberryvanillablast]

TW: Brainwashing, Memory Alterations

So, while it is established that Captain Laserhawk Rayman is NOT the same as Games Rayman, I feel like there could be darker elements at play if he was.

Games Rayman would not be doing anything that Eden wants him to do willingly. He'd fight tooth and nail to make sure that an oppressive structure, like Razorbeard, would be down for the count! However, if his memories and personality would be altered for Eden's benefit, it'd be another story.

Eden seems like the type of tyrannical despot to do something like that. They could alter his memories to think that his old home, the Glade, was Dimension X.

And if him, Bullfrog, and Dolph were to travel back to the Glade, then everything would unravel even moreso for Eden.

#captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk rayman #rayman #games rayman #possible AU #TW: Brainwashing #Angst

[vvolfstare]

He told me not to trust anyone.

@widowxredacted

The mind was a funny thing. Bucky had been through enough brainwashing to know the experiences varied. There were times he remembered it like being trapped under a thick layer of ice, the realest version of him desperate to resurface but powerless to take control. There were others where that layer was so thick, the real James Barnes had practically ceased to exist. Over time, most of his memories had come back, and he supposed he had the serum he'd never volunteered for to thank for that. But if they hadn't? Well, he wouldn't know what he was missing, would he?

The last time he'd seen Natalia, they'd been enemies, Novokov twisting her mind to his own purposes. He'd accepted that her memories of him were gone, maybe never to resurface, and he'd walked away. He'd always believed she was better off without him anyway. But that was some time ago, and he couldn't bring himself to stay away. No matter where his life took him, some thread always tugged him back to her. He hadn't come as the Winter Soldier or the White Wolf, just James Barnes. He wasn't going to bother her. He just wanted to make sure she was okay.

"That's good advice." His hands were in the pockets of his black leather jacket, his smile slightly pained. He had no idea how much she remembered if anything, but at least they weren't trading blows yet. He'd take it as a good sign.

#chat: natasha #widowxredacted #verse: 616 #tw: brainwashing #ow #i hurt my own feelings #so i know we briefly talked about writing something from brubaker's run #but let me know if this doesn't work! <3 #i tried to leave it open for whatever direction you want to go

[onyourleftrogers]

@patrickoharaandco

Ellie had thought it was horrifying to be infected by the symbiote, to feel its influence slowly creeping over her mind and pushing out her personality. But it was nothing compared to Hydra's brainwashing. That was a white hot bolt of lightning in her brain, burning away every last trace of her, and it never. ever. stopped. After her parents' deaths, after Ian disappeared, she'd been completely alone. It had been a mistake to go looking for Bucky; she realized that almost immediately. But he was the only familiar thing left to her, the only connection she had to her parents.

She'd fought it for as long as she could, and she was a Rogers, half her dad's super soldier serum running through her veins. It was weeks, maybe months. She didn't have a lot of concept of time there. It was probably the only reason she survived. No matter how she screamed, no matter what names she called him (traitor--never mind that in this world, it was Ellie who was considered the traitor), nobody could fight that forever. Deep down, maybe she didn't want to. He was all she had left, and he'd made sure she was loyal to him. It was almost a relief to let go and give in after this latest round of brainwashing, her mind a comforting blank as she turned her gaze to Bucky. "Ready to comply," she murmured.

#chat: bucky #patrickoharaandco #dark!hydraworld #tw: brainwashing #tw: implied torture #tw: parent death #no need to match

[grimmusings]

" Hey asshole! Catch! " Anya throws a bomb at Rumlow.

Answered here! 💣

#brock rumlow #ragebuilt #verse: 616 #tw: explosion #tw: child abuse #tw: brainwashing #tw: torture mention #memes #ask

[thorfromwork]

"HYDRA does not have time for interruptions. Go back where you came from, Asgardian"

@dhampiravidi

Thor didn't often concern himself with Midgardian villainy, not when so much of the universe required his help far more than they did, but when he'd learned that Hydra had taken one of his own, he'd made it his business to learn everything he could, working alongside SHIELD and occasionally other Avengers to take out their known bases one by one. He could almost consider it fun if not for what was at stake, and for the way they were a corruption on their own planet.

Hydra was careful with its weapons, and it had taken more time than he would have liked to draw her out. His own memories of Skadi on Asgard were few, as he'd only been a child at the time, but he would have recognized her regardless. "Gladly, if you'll join me, Lady Skadi. It is time for you to come home." His hand was held out to her, Mjolnir gripped at the ready in the other. He hardly expected it to be that simple, but he hoped to remind her of who she was and where she came from rather than the lies Hydra had been forcing on her.

#chat: skadi #dhampiravidi #verse!independent #tw: brainwashing

[giggly-squiggily]

Hellooo is it okey if i request lee monoma with ler shinsou?

Ooo, I like these two! I don't usually write for Monoma, so this was refreshing! :) I hope you like it anon! :D

CW: Brainwashing/Shinsou's quirk. Nothing non-con, but I figured I'd throw a warning up anyway.

Cloud 9 (Taglist):

@myreygn, @thatbigbisexual29, @duckymcdoorknob, @baby-tickles2022, @cupcake-spice13

“So, you wish for the Phantom Theif’s assistance, eh?” Monoma pushed back his bangs with air of arrogance, smirking at the other. “I’m flattered, so I suppose I’ll help you out.”

“....I just need a training partner.” Shinsou looked around, already giving up on the blonde. “Maybe I can ask someone from 1-A-” “Nonsense! Train with me!” Monoma looped an arm through Shinsou’s, dragging him off to an empty space. “1-B is sooo much better! You won’t get even a fraction of the growth I can provide with them! Ahahahha!”

Shinsou watched mournfully as he was dragged away, wishing he’d gone to Midoriya first. ‘Give him a chance.’ He told himself as he walked up to the loud blonde. ‘You’re just being cynical- he can’t be that bad, right?’

He really should have listened to his inner voice.

~~~

“No no no, you're doing it again.” Monoma shook his head with a tsk as he evaded the other’s scarf, stopping their training for what felt like the umpteenth time that day. “Shinsou, are you even trying at this point?”

“What…does that even mean…?” Shinsou huffed, hating how out of breath he felt. Even with all the training he had been doing with Aizawa-sensei, Monoma was surprisingly quick and mindful in reading attacks. That, combined with Shinsou’s already limited capture ability meant that Shinsou hadn’t managed to land a single hit on the other. “I’ve been trying!”

“Sure- with your scarf. What about your quirk? We’ve been going for nearly an hour and still you haven’t tried brainwashing me.” Monoma gathered up the mess of fabric on his way over, handing Shinsou back his weapon. “You asked me to help you train, but you’ve been holding back. How can you improve if you won’t go all out?”

“I am going all out- I just need to work more on my scarf right now.” Shinsou waved said weapon, feeling himself grow frustrated. “Besides- what am I supposed to do with my quirk right now? We’re not in a team setting, and there’s nothing you're hiding or holding back from me.”

“Ugh, you're such a stickler.” Monoma rolled his eyes with a theatrical sigh, leaning back as he turned in thought. “Alright…you want a reason to use your quirk? Fine. Let’s see…” He turned back around, his signature smirk back in place. “Okay! New objective. I’m hiding a word from you, and you have to make me say it. Brilliant, yes?” Monoma laughed, dancing out of range. “Just so you know, I’m fully aware of how that useful quirk of yours ticks. It’s going to be difficult to get me to spill~”

“Can we get on with it already?” Shinsou grunted, clearly annoyed.

“Very well-” Monoma was smiling, and then he wasn’t.

“Gotcha.” Shinsou grinned, watching the other’s blank expression as he considered his options. Sure, he could just flat out ask Monoma what word he was thinking of, but it felt cheap. If he wanted to improve his quirk, he needed to be creative.

That- and the blonde had been rather annoying all day…

“Tell me…” Shinsou leaned back on his heels, an idea coming to mind. “Are you ticklish?”

“Yes.” Monoma answered in his dazed state.

“Do you like being tickled?” Shinsou expected a no.

“Yes. A Lot really.” Interesting. Shinsou rubbed his chin.

“One more question. What’s your worst spot?”

“Ribs.”

“Thank you.” Shinsou nodded, letting him go.

Monoma blinked, coming too. “What- oh! You tricked me!” He tried to look mad, but the blonde seemed pleased. “What was the word I was hiding?”

“I didn’t ask. I figured we’d figure it out a different way.” Shinsou cracked his knuckles, watching the other eye him wearily. “Do you remember anything I just asked?”

“Of course I….” Monoma’s eyes widened. Then he blushed a rather interesting shade of red. “Wait- wait wait wait! Hold on- that was cheap-”

“You're the one insisting I use my quirk. And now I have.” Shinsou didn’t hesitate. He shot out his capture scarf, aiming for Monoma’s arm. Immediately the blonde jumped out of the way. “Come here, Monoma.”

“No! Nohohoho! Wait, hold ohohon!” The copy cat yelped as he dodged yet another scarf attack, trying to keep his distance. “I didn’t know yohohou’d ask thaahat!”

“Why are you so giggly? Looks like you were telling the truth, yeah?” Shinsou kept pace, shooting out more and more scarf, each new loop missing. “Don’t tell me you lied?”

“Shuhuhhush! You dare try and defihihihy the Vlad Kihih-EHH!” Monoma squawked when he tripped, running right into the scarf. Shinsou had been intentionally missing, making a web of fabric for the other to fall into. WIth a tug, he had Monoma’s ankles, dragging him over slowly. “Ah! Shhihihihihnsou! Pleahhahahse!”

“Please what? I’m just training.” The grin he wore must have been scary, but Monoma could only laugh more the closer he got pulled in. Soon he was right before Shinsou, stuck and exposed. “Now, let’s get that word…”

“Doohohn’t you dahahare! Ahehahahahahhahahha!” Monoma burst into giggles as the purple haired student sat on his hips, worming his fingers into the blonde’s sides. For now, he kept his fingers along his waist, only lightly peppering the skin with pokes. “Shihihihihihihihnsohohoohohohu!”

“That’s my name.” Shinsou deadpanned, moving one hand to Monoma’s stomach while the other continued pinching his side. “So, what’s the word you're hiding?”

“Lihihiihihihke ihihiihihihi’m gohohohohohnnahahhaah tehehehhehehll yohohohoohu!” Monoma squeaked, arching his back beneath the other’s fingers, cheeks red and eyes squeezed shut with mirth. “Yohohohohohour gohohohohohonna hahahhahhahve to try hahahahahhahaharder!”

“Hm…” Shinsou hummed, feeling merciless. With quick movements, his hands were on Monoma’s ribs, pressing in gently and making the other scream. “Okay.”

“SHIIHIHIHIHIHIHINSOHOHOHOHOU GEHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!” Monoma flailed beneath him, shrieking with laughter as his worst spot was attacked. “FIHIHIIIHIHNE IHIHIIIIHLL TEHEHEHHEHEELL YOHOOHOHOHOHU!”

“Good.” Shinsou pulled his hands back as he watched Monoma collapse, breathless and giggly. “Now, what was the word you were hiding?” He wiggled his fingers above the other deviously. “Don’t make me tickle you more.”

“Gah! Okay okahahay!” Monoma raised his hands deflectively, choking down the giggles. “Okay…the word was…gotcha.”

“Gotcha?” Shinsou began. “What does that even-”

Everything went flat. Monoma was grinning.

Shit.

“Gotcha now, Shinsou! Now, climb off me and lie on your back.” Shinsou did as told, unable to fight while Monoma sat on his hips, recreating their previous position. As soon as he was comfortable, the quirk wore off, leaving Shinsou to gap. “You dirty trickster!”

“Heh, what- you thought I wouldn’t get you back?” Monoma grinned, raising his fingers playfully with glinting eyes. “Now, think of a word, Shinsou. Let’s see what you're hiding.”

I hope this was good!

#mha/bnha #tickle #tickle fic #shinsou hitoshi #monoma neito #fluff #training #tw: brainwashing #I hope they came out alright #This was new but refreshing :D

[crossxxbones]

headcanons on brock as a handler (verse: 616):

[tw: mentions of noncon/dub-con, torture, brainwashing, and branding]

about:

I often write Brock as being there when Bucky is first brought into Hydra (whether or not he was with the Soviets first is utp) and playing a major role in breaking him down into a compliant soldier. He's perfectly comfortable with torture and deprivation and even enjoys it at times, but always for a purpose. He's very results-oriented and will never punish without a reason or just because he feels like it. He's always thought it was rather short-sighted of Hydra to use one of their greatest weapons as a punching bag when he was capable of being so much more. He even thinks reward works a bit better than punishment in some instances, although he's careful to keep that in check lest Hydra start to think he's going soft. If that makes him a more effective handler than most, it's not his fucking fault that everyone else is so incompetent.

Please note that I am not into non-con, nor is Brock--if his partner isn't consenting and plainly enjoying themselves, he's out--although I accept this as a potential part of Bucky's history depending on the writer. (Zemo: "He will do anything you want.") In fact, as long as the asset is under his care, he would make a very violent, messy example of anyone who abused him in that way--or at all without a clear reason--because a weapon that traumatized is either unstable or outright fucking useless, and he likes his weapons fully functioning. He'd treat his gun with more respect than some handlers show the Winter Soldier. In more extreme cases, he has branded his assets with a skull and crossbones to keep anyone who doesn't outrank him from touching them. He does not, however, make a lot of distinction between consent and dub-con (i.e., a brainwashed person isn't capable of real consent), so an asset like 616 Bucky, who had enough clarity to run full undercover missions and fall in love with a Widow, wouldn't pose an issue for him. (Obviously, I don't share his views. Uninformed consent is not consent. Please don't burn me at the stake.)

Decades later, after the Skull is gone and Bucky has escaped, Brock doesn't have a lot of fondness for the Winter Soldier program. It's such a massive fucking waste of resources. It takes an incredible amount of time and dedication to break down a human far enough to make and keep them compliant. It took decades with Barnes, and he still required regular memory wipes and cryo. There are far more effective ways to make loyal soldiers, and loyalty is everything to Brock. However, it did often form an inexplicable bond between him and the asset, since even Rumlow isn't capable of spending that much time with someone, putting that much effort into shaping them, and even to an extent establishing a kind of trust between them, without getting attached. He tortured and protected and worked with the assets sometimes for decades; they made him who he is almost as much as he made them, and he's often still protective and possessive of them after the fact.

note:

If you’ve ever spent more than thirty seconds plotting with me, you know I’m not married to any particular canon, even my own. These ideas are a starting place for anyone who wants to write canon or OC asset muses with Brock, but they're by no means the last word on it. The fun is in the collaboration.

#bio #headcanon #verse: 616 #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #tw: torture mention #tw: brainwashing #tw: guns #tw: branding #tw: toxic relationships

[astertheabbs]

I made a thing after seeing a remix for GHOST’s first song.

Happy 10th anniversary GHOST!

#art #GHOST #ghostie p #ghostie #Cure Ghost #Cure Reboot #ghost and pals #tw: body horror #tw: blood #tw: gore #tw: medical #tw: brainwashing #you get the point #Fun fact: I based my name on this song

[duskoon]

Yandere!Pokèmon rankings:

❂) In this post, I will be ranking the yanderes within Pokèmon. Considering the large rooster, it will be edited multiple times as to include the remaining characters. ❂) It will be denoted by a ⭑. There’s five ranks, the first being the least intense whilst the fifth being the most intense. ❂) It will be based on the yandere’s presence in their s/o’s life, the length they will go to obtain their s/o, the danger they impose on others, and their possessiveness regarding their beloved. ❂) Character that have asterisk behind their name, may change ranking later on.

Tw: Yandere themes, Disturbing themes, Obsessive behaviours, Possessive behaviours, Mentions of torture, Implied murder, Stalking, Conditioning, Brainwashing, Implied Stockholm syndrome, Manipulation, Psychological abuse, Power imbalance, Unhealthy relationship, Blackmailing, Corruption, Sadism, Bribery, Criminal activities, Abuse of authority, Violence, Dead dove: do not eat.

⭑⭒⭒⭒⭒~Harmless, albeit uncanny.

Presence:Unnoticed. Possessiveness:Extremely low. Manipulative:Extremely low to none. Danger:Minimal.

Those within this category are slightly delusional, yet mild in nature. You might find some insignificant items missing, like a hair pin or brushes. Perhaps, even finding a sweet love letter and a gift on your nightstand from a secret admirer.

They are working hard behind the scenes to protect and serve their darling in any way they possibly can. And, would do so without inciting violence whatsoever or cause unnecessary bloodshed. They revere their darling and by extension their relatives, so long they aren’t abusive towards their beloved.

Most won’t initiate contact with their darling, and would prefer watching them from a safe distant as not to scare them away. If they did come out, they will wax praises and pamper them. Overall, the best yanderes to get stuck with seeing that they’re the least overbearing and manipulative.

Erika

Prof. Elm

Prof. Birch

Alder

N Harmonia(Game & Masters & Generations)

Kahili

Leaf/Green

Red

⭑⭑⭒⭒⭒~Supportive, with a wary streak.

Presence:Noticeable, yet somewhat amiable. Possessiveness:Low. Manipulative:Low. Danger:Low.

Unlike the previous category, these yanderes are more involved in their darling’s life. However, it isn’t with a malicious intent as they only seek the best for them. They are confident in their abilities to mask their obsessive tendencies, in hopes of supporting their beloved. All they want for their s/o is success and would ensure it occurs, even if they have to tweak the system in their favour.

Some would feel guilty, but would eventually delude themselves into thinking that is the best course of action. Most within this category, would try and sway their darling from other people if they personally felt their beloved was threatened. Which is almost, if not, always. If they happen to come across as manipulative, they won’t notice owing to how paranoid and/or delusional they are.

However, they refuse to use physical violence in their confrontation with the assailant. The weight of their words alone should be sufficient in getting them out of the picture. For the most part, they are easily manageable so long you don’t push them away too hard. You would still have your personal agency and autonomy intact.

Blue/Gary

Koga

Sabrina

Lorelei

Prof. Sycamore

Crasher Wake

Fantina

Burgh

N Harmonia(Pokèmon Adventures)

Flint

Elesa

Caitlin

Prof. Juniper(Game)

Guzma

James

Prof. Kukui

Prof. Burnet

Shelly

Matt

*Archer

Petrel

⭑⭑⭑⭒⭒~Danger under the guise of a protecter.

Presence:Overbearingly noticeable. Possessiveness:Medium to high. Manipulative:Medium. Danger:Fluctuating; with a preference to render the opposition defenceless.

Things start to take a turn from this rank and onwards. Yanderes from within this classification would limit their beloved interactions with the external world as much as possible. Mainly due to the nature of their work, or they had previously lost a partner pokémon and would prefer for history not to repeat itself with their beloved. Which makes them seem controlling and rigid in hindsight.

In contrast with the ranks above, they are willing to use violence if they deem it necessary enough to protect their darling. However, they won’t go too far to kill for that goes against their disposition and would cripple their image. In addition of using abusing their respective positions, to keep their s/o alongside them.

Also, they won’t shy away from framing any suspicious individuals for a crime they have not committed for the greater good of their darling. It shouldn’t be that hard considering they hold a significant amount of influence in their regions/organisations. Which would cements them as trustworthy figures. Your personal agency and autonomy starts to dwindle.

Lt. Surge

Bruno

Lance

Norman

Glacia

Steven Stone

Maxie

Archie

Byron

Volkner

Lucien

Cynthia

Looker

Jupiter(Game)

Saturn(Game)

Mars(Game)

Brycen

Drayden

Grimsley

Marshal

Prof. Juniper(Pokémon Adventures)

Malva

Olivia

Nanu

Jessie

Lusamine(Masters)

Ariana

⭑⭑⭑⭑⭒~Run, hide, disguise, and repeat.

Presence:Uncomfortably felt, but not seen. Possessiveness:High. Manipulative:High. Danger:Fluctuating.

They resemble the first rank in the manner they conduct themselves, completely blind from the public’s sight. Yet, their motives are wholly different. They are keeping tabs on you, so they could pinpoint your attributes and use it to their advantage later on. It might take months, even years to plan and execute their scheme. But, they are willing to wait for the right opportunity to do so.

They are self-assured that their efforts will not be for nought, because they will make sure of it by any means available to them. Yanderes within this grouping are elusive, deliberate, and pragmatic in their methods of collecting their beloved and aren’t susceptible to attempts of manipulation.

If there are alternatives that will not attract the attention of the Interpol toward themselves, then they will absolutely take it. Rather than resort to an avoidable murder out of abrupt jealousy. They will only kill, if their hands is forced. Granted that, it will be behind the back of their beloved.

They hold their darling in the highest regards, to the point that the yandere will most likely end up worshiping them. That is the main reason on why they start the process of isolating and conditioning you. So, that you can be receptive only to their affection after your “relocation”. Which is not a matter of if, but when. Escaping them is nigh-impossible, as they have vast resources to find you again. It will definitely not end up very well for you, once they do manage to find you.

Your personal agency -at this point- is very restricted, whilst your autonomy is threatened at best. A word of advise to follow is to run, hide, disguise while you can, and better hope that they do not apprehend you.

Proton

Courtney

Jupiter(Pokémon Adventures)

Saturn(Pokémon Adventures)

Mars(Pokémon Adventures)

Cyrus

Colress(Game & Generations)

Lysandre

Faba

⭑⭑⭑⭑⭑~ Arceus, have mercy on you.

Presence:Frightening, yet remains hidden to untrained eyes. Possessiveness:Extremely. Manipulative:Extremely. Danger:Do absolutely not engage with them at any point.

Kill, maim, torture, bribery, blackmailing, and all those just to get their darling. Do not be mistaken, despite that they remain strategic and level-headed in their means like the rank above. Yet, what separates them is their modus operandi. They’re far more selfish and crueller. No moral restrains to hold them back.

Some would murder to make an example of the people, who dared to leer their disgusting eyes on their beloved. They would even make so, that the murder are not directly traced back to them. Yanderes within this rank are likely to be lucid, save for few. They are notable for their shrewdness, controlling, sadistic, and machiavellian deception.

Their area of influence is substantial and much feared comparable to the third rank; it slithers down to the offices of politicians. Which gives them the perfect opportunity to offer them this wonderful “proposal”. They either choose to hand over their beloved, or else the blood of their own people will be on their hands. May-haps a humiliating scandal from their past will make them budge, if they were not concerned for the well being of their people.

Before that, they prefer to try their hands on subtler methodologies. Such as offering their beloved to live with them, if accepted then it will make the processes smoother. Otherwise, they will make sure that you throughly regret your choice. They will toy with your fears, dreams, and values until your mind finally crumbles and submit to their will. They will ensure that you can sense them, but be completely helpless against them. (Usually, by sending their underlings to observe you. It is obvious to you, but not to others. Which makes it harder on your part to seek help. The people you’re seeking help from either would accuse you of paranoia or they were bribed not to help you.)

Pleas of help are utterly useless, as they have absolute control in places where only your mind can imagine. Tis but a price for your disobedience, they say. Once you’re in their hold, they will addle your mind. So much, that the only thing left in your head is to venerate them as much as they do to you. After all, they are the only one who you can truly depend on and love. For they have sheltered and took care of you, in your time of need. Your sense of self has been fully compromised.

Ghetsis

*Colress(Pokèmon Adventures)

Giovanni

Lusamine(Game, especially S/M)

Sird

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