#cw implied sa

[ultimateempath]

This thought isn't going to leave me alone until I write it down so I'm just gonna say it

STANLEY PINES HAS SEXUAL TRAUMA.

The wheel of shame on the website straight up acknowledges that Stan has done sex work and in general engaged in sexual activies, willingly or otherwise, to survive.

Not only this, but you also have to remember that he's been to prison an unknown number of times in three different countries.

The kinds of horrible things known to go on within prison walls already provide some pretty rough implications, but this combined with the fact that, at least at first, Stan didn't seem to know the language(s) of those countries well enough to understand his fellow inmates and was likely more heavily targeted for being a foreigner to begin with....it paints a pretty upsetting picture to say the least.

I don't think any of us really thought about this aspect of his past back when the show was still going because like...he was a character in an animated Disney show and we were like 12, characters with this kind of dark complexity to them were a fresh & new concept to us and a lot of Stans past was toned down and/or put in a comedic light since it was meant to be a kids show.

But now that we're adults and Alex has acted accordingly by targeting older audiences with the new book and website, we've gotten a much clearer and more serious look into just how horrifically bad Stans time on the street really was...and honestly? I think more people should be talking about it.

[grendel-menz]

werewolves and country mice

[korekiyo-posting]

DAY 3 - Nothing in me was not made by you.

[radioactive-yuri]

the idea that primo was too old to be nihil's son could be a potential reason for the retcon that he was actually his brother, but like. the part of my mind that actively seeks out angst for any and all characters wants me to say that primo was still nihil's kid. and that nihil was just pressured into providing an heir at a way too young age because the church wasn't satisfied with his output of music (only three songs) and wanted to ensure that his impulsive lifestyle wouldn't get in the way of the bloodline.

it's both funny and tragic to imagine that, in all of those flashbacks we've seen of era 0, primo was already around, and nihil just. wasn't interacting with him. at all. because he probably didn't really see primo as his son, just the heir he was forced to produce before he was ready or even willing.

[zal-cryptid]

Misfits in Toyland

Plastic Coast, pages 21-24

⚠️ content warning: implied sexual assault ⚠️

[sarcasticscribbles]

SO what is the deal with mouthwashing?

It's infected my feed from a few different fandom angles, so I'm fascinated what the premise is to have such a wide appeal.

Dental hygine is just really cool rn

[the-faketiccit0by]

cw: implied SA and talk about it

this is based off a fanfic I'm writing about the mimic being a terrible person and Eclipse dealing with how terrible the mimic is

[toringo]

cw: implied sa/graphic metaphors

Anyways writing a very whumpy ace Curly fic

[iknowwhereiare]

the cocktail.

[tarraxahum]

reclaimed

[cherry-shugah]

MOOOOREE STUFFFFF!!!!

The Bitch Explodes ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

⚠️TW: IMPLIED OF CSA AND R@PE⚠️

Also blood and gore.

[not-5-rats]

FINALLY DRAWING AGAIN, FINALLY...and it looks silly but whatever ITS ALL I GOT RN-

Anyways, lore post featuring young Xanthe and Jasmine

[mjrtaurus]

Dark au

Crocodile - did you eat my hand!?!

Dragon - (licking his fingers clean) that’s not all I can eat~

I like to think at the beginning it isn’t so much attraction as curiosity Dragon sees this strange man and wants to poke him, maybe put him in a jar and shake him a bit.

(Then again it’s possible he doesn’t quite understand what attraction means for him, his feral side has been in control for a long time and although he walks like a human and talks like a human part of him isn’t, not anymore.)

It takes time for them to learn trust in each other, a long time and several knife wounds..

And ya know super kinky sex..

Crocodile was one for one the “well, mark me down as scared AND horny” meme when he learned where his hand went. Maybe should be a little more concerned about it, but hell, he’s a pirate. What’s a little homoerotic cannibalism gonna do, ruin his image?

Attraction is an animal thing for Dragon. Very primal, very hungry, very eager.

But for now, Dragon wants to trap this man in an hourglass and watch the sand go back and forth and back and forth. He wants to know what makes him tick. He wants to know what made him a survivor, just as he had with Kuma and Iva… he wants to know his ambitions. He wants to know where the fire in his eyes comes from and what it’s burning and how it first sparked up and, most importantly why it was fizzling now…

Ah… his crew. But more than just his crew, a deeper hurt that he is not yet willing to share. He will be, in time. Dragon will be patient.

The mutual attraction hides itself in the bickering and scuffling. In all the backs pressed against the wall and the fabric bunching in clenched fists. It’s in the way they always look at each other- bruised and bloody after a good raid- like they want to eat each other alive.

And it’s a strange thing for Dragon.

For the longest time, sex… just didn’t interest him. He never gave it any thought. Perhaps it was his horrific introduction to it that caused that borderline revulsion, but perhaps it simply was the way he was. His few experiences were always very empty give or take affairs. No heat to it. Just the soothing of an urge that he occasionally couldn’t shake on his own. No attraction. No romance. No emotional ties. Nothing.

It was boring to him.

But it all changed with Crocodile.

Crocodile who dragged him into his own damn quarters by hook-point, wrangled him onto his own damn bed, and blew his mind.

Vultures mated for life. He was no different.

He would fly with him until death ripped them apart, he would fly with him when death brought them back together. There would be none to fill the void in between.

His heart, warped and wicked as it was, would only ever belong to him.

[sharp-silver4795]

Liu’s Letter ~ #2

Context: the letter written to Peter woods to say that he was dead.

Is this what you wanted? Well, I hope you’re happy. Your devil child is dead. Now you don’t have to worry about “correcting” him.

Don’t you dare cry. Don’t be fucking sad for me. Don’t shed a single damn tear. Be glad. Smile when you see my corpse. Smile that I’m gone. Smile how you finally pushed me to death.

You don’t have to hear my annoying voice, begging that you open the door. You don’t have to hear me sob at night or “tell lies” about what our neighbours do to me.

All those times you told me you could leave me for dead, that you couldn’t care less if I lived or died.

Don’t worry about it. I did it for you.

[skele-bunny]

hello !! i tried to send a request on my fic blog but it wouldn’t let me LOL

ANYWAYS, i read ur Phantom angst w his past and starting from square 1 again and it was so heart breaking, as someone who’s had setbacks like that - i just love how you wrote everyone in that fic so much

i was wondering, and you can totally ignore this if it’s stupid, if you could write about Phantom finally coming out of that and getting better ? i’m a sucker for hurt comfort and wanna see Phantom happy and comfortable with his pack again :)

have a wonderful day/night !! 🦇

Fore sure!

You Came Back To Us. (CW) Phantom/Everyone

CW - Implications of past abuse, sa (but this is a fluff fic!)

Characters: Aether, Dewdrop, Phantom

Divider by @ wrathofrats

The quiet sound of talking bustled in the kitchen and dining room, the pack in their daily routine of getting things started. Mountain stayed at the helm directing Rain and Cirrus for what he needed to cook, Swiss helping to plate each item that was finished, Aether double checking each eating restriction and preference was correct, Dew starting the fixing of the table while just as equally quiet making sure the others made their beds and got the common room cleaned.

It was important to them that they kept their routine, not only setting the pace for that day but feeding ten ghouls was insanity and could quickly become exhausting if not separated equally. Usually, there'd be music playing and humming—but not as of recent. Their little bat who they purposely excluded from working in the mornings to sleep in was still too startled at loud noises.

It had been exactly two months since the 'reign of terror' Aurora called it, Phantom coming face-to-face with his tormentor for the last time. While it had a happy ending, the epilogue didn't. Countless nightmares, regression back to an old headspace, and just an empty look that showed of not only suffering but exhaustion. Phantom had given up completely, relying on his pack to take care of them since they no longer had the desire for anything—even living.

Of course they'd take care of him, they were their mate, their little bug they adored more than anything in this world. When Phantom first became Topside, it was always rocky for a good while, unsure how to approach this scared ghoul that cried and backed away if you dared to get near. Dew knew he didn't make it any better, but they had moved past that. It took so long for their bat to come around, showing their smile and personality, even making friendships with eventual relationships. The pack had worked so hard to influence it, once again with taking care of him.

Just because Phantom lost his progress, didn't mean they'd stop trying again. It was just a set back that with time and patience would be alright again. They'd all been there in some form of way with their own issues and addictions. So, it was important to continue on, show Phantom some normality of routine like before the reign; so that's what they did.

Sunshine had finished first, helping Aether grab each plate and set them down at respective seats. Her smile was contagious, joking under whispers which always got Aether to grab his chest as he laughed, fangs curling past his lips with joy. Aether grabbed a plate that held the design of 'Scream' and a small tumbler with 'Dracula', rolling his eyes at another terrible joke Sunshine made before he walked to a specific door. He used his foot to knock before adjusting the items and letting himself in.

Curled in the corner of his bed, Phantom stayed under the covers but his eyes open to follow Aether's movements. "Good morning cutie!" He had whispered to his successor.

Phantom stayed silent, chewing on his finger but eyes never once leaving Aether as he sat down the items and picked up the barely touched remains of dinner from last night and placed them in a container to the side.

"For your wonderfulness, you have a chicken biscuit with a jelly doughnut. Honestly, bug, I'm jealous of what you got!" Aether teased, sending a wink to the smaller quintessence. "Gonna have to tell our tree out there to make me one too."

The elder showed his palms before getting closer to Phantom, lightly running his magick through his frame, closing his eyes as he searched and felt around. "Your fever dropped, that's good... You hurting anywhere?"

He could feel Phantom rustle, shaking his head no in response. "Good, good."

As he went to move away, Phantom's hand quickly darted out to grab Aether's wrist, the two holding eye contact. "Yes, bug? What's the matter?"

It was silence, Phantom slowly closing his eyes again but his grip on Aether never faltered which made the older quint move to his knees on the floor, letting Phantom do whatever he needed to. He sent a smell of comforting pheromones and his purrs began, equally making Phantom purr in response. It was another minute before Aether felt his ear twitch, their mental link slowly connecting.

"I want a bath..."

"Okay, we can do a bath. Do you want me to get Swiss or Rory?" Aether simply hummed, not denying the smile that came over his face.

Phantom shook again subconsciously. "No, you."

So, with gentle hands, Aether peeled back the multitude of blankets that swallowed Phantom whole and gently went under his knees and back to lift them. Their head butted against his chest, claws slowly kneading on his shirt. They moved to the bathroom where he was carefully stripped, watching the tub get filled with bubbles. Their baby bat held deeper eye bags and his frame much smaller than they'd like, but he was alive. He leaned forwards against Aether who at first took his affection as a response to trauma, trying to move but that idea was replaced as Phantom kept purring and his hands went back to kneading.

Aether was positive Phantom fell asleep in the tub at least twice, once when his nails carefully raked through the different colored strands on Phantom's head, a second once his wash rag started moving in gentle circles. Aether kept whispering where he was moving even if Phantom was lost in their slumber to even hear it, the retired ghoul adjusting to get his lower half and underside so Phantom didn't have to move. He felt terrible waking the poor thing up to get dried off and in a new pair of clothes, heading back to his bed.

"There we go! One clean bat with yummy food waiting for his tummy, how about that!" Aether cooed, carefully laying him back down. A kiss was placed to Phantom's forehead, his purrs never stopping. "Do what you can today, alright? I may have also sneaked you chocolate milk instead of water this morning."

"Thank you."

Body language couldn't lie as the moment Phantom spoke, Aether's tail wagged like no other. He simply smiled with one more kiss before heading out, inhaling sharply and rubbing his misty eyes. The others were waiting patiently for Aether, looking at him with heightened curiosity.

"Sorry, tommy wanted a bath and... He spoke to me." Aether smiled wide again, watching his packs faces light up in return.

The sound of purrs and little chirps began to fill the room, Aether catching the sight of a few of their tails wagging just as much as his. He sat down next to Dewdrop, with once last glance towards the door, before bowing his head as it was Swiss' turn to lead them in prayer. With the pack joining together for a 'nema', only a single fork was picked up before the sound of a door opened.

Heads instantly turned with bodies, smiles returning as Phantom stood in his doorway with his plate and tumbler in hold. He eyed Aether who got the hint and walked over, crouching down to the bat's height and listening to their link. There was a moment of silence before Aether nodded and lifted Phantom with a carefulness as he held his items tightly. The pack assumed them to be returning back to the room, Phantom getting too overwhelmed—but to their surprise, Aether walked towards them. There was a quick rearrangement of Phantom's chair going between his and the pack leader's, Dew taking his items and welcoming him down.

"Hi there, itty bitty." Dew teased, offering his hand which Phantom took. "I'm happy to see your face."

Phantom's ear twitched before his own tiny smile joined, laying his head on Dew's chest. Dew opted out of breakfast to continue being a pillow for his mate, their tails interlinked but slowly helping Phantom sip his drink and even nibble the top part of his biscuit.

Dewdrop cocked his head as he noticed the straw being darker than normal. "Is this water?"

He eyed Aether who simply looked away. "Oh you're terrible!" He teased.

A giggle.

A giggle sounded and Dew looked down at Phantom, his cheeks a light purple and eyes scrunched as he smiled.

"Is that funny to you?" Dew questioned light-heartedly, scoffing as Phantom nodded with another laugh. "Oh you naughty bat, I can't believe you and Aether would conspire against me."

Swiss perked up, pointing his bacon at Dew while covering his mouth as he talked with food in. "Ohh, let the kid be! If I had to drink bathwater every day, I'd go crazy too!"

"Swiss, I'm positive if one of us offered our bathwater we just bathed in for you, you'd drink it like a dying man." Mountain snapped back, causing eruptions of laughter at the table, even Dew couldn't help himself.

"You guys are terrible to me!"

The fire ghoul warmed himself just a bit as he felt Phantom adjust closer, completely laying his body weight against Dew—closing his eyes and starting to knead once more. After the fact, they knew they'd retire Phantom back to his bed from using the bare energy they had, but for now, they enjoyed their tired company as Dew gently rubbed his back.

There was an unspoken agreement to continue talking at a lower tone, letting Phantom peacefully sleep for once but trying to continue their routine. Their bug twitched some before sighing in his sleep, hands gripping Dew's shirt so tightly while they let out a small trill. Dew moved his hand from Phantom's back to the dip behind his ear, slowly rubbing and watching as Phantom's shoulders released again and his purrs kicked up again.

It had been so long since the table was full and the last time anyone heard his mewl-purrs. Oh, how they all missed it so much. Dewdrop couldn't help himself as he gave Phantom's body a light squeeze, his own eyes becoming misty as he held his bat in his arms again like he had prayed and craved for.

Their collective wish had been granted.

[livingdatura]

Here's a headcanon that might get me hit

[This started as just talking about a headcanon then turned into something else]

(CW: Drugging , discussed/implied SA , Abuse)

I have written about this before but it's been on my mind,

Calypso drugs Odysseus.

She started doing it after their first night. She felt annoyed seeing him fight against something he clearly wanted. So, everyday, she started giving Odysseus tea that had herbs brewed into it. Herbs that would make Odysseus pliant, tired, willing.

And so he lived like that. For seven years. He barely remembered the nights, and in the days he felt awful.

He tried fighting against drinking it a few times, but that only ended in pain. So he just submitted.

After he was able to escape, the withdrawals began.