#lost writings // queue

[serickswrites]

Voiceless

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, conditioning, brainwashing, creepy/intimate whumper

"Isn't this nice, Whumpee?" Whumper said as they stroked along Whumpee's chest. They kissed Whumpee's cheek as their hands trailed lower.

"Fuck you," Whumpee rasped. They had screamed themself hoarse over the last several days.

No matter how much Whumper tortured them, tried to train them to accept touch, Whumpee didn't. They would fight Whumper every step of the way.

"We're working up to that, Whumpee. But I want you to be unbound for that and I can't trust that you won't try to escape right now."

"I will never accept you." Whumpee glared at Whumper.

Whumper grabbed them by the throat, slamming their head hard against the head board. Whumpee's vision sparked with stars. "Never say never, Whumpee," Whumper's voice was dangerously low. "I want you to enjoy this. But I don't have to. I can enjoy you whether or not you do. The choice is yours."

"Fuck. You." Whumpee rasped around Whumper's fingers.

With a growl, Whumper slammed Whumpee's head against the headboard again. "Wrong answer." They pressed their body down the length of Whumpee's. "I am going to do this over and over until you say 'yes, Whumper. I love you, too, Whumper' any time I prompt you."

Whumpee glared up at Whumper. They would never submit. They would never do what Whumper wanted. No matter how much Whumper tried to brainwash them. They would never comply.

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[sinligh]

It’s June,

summer is just a concept yet, everything i know is already melting Into something that resembles a wax like mold that’s made of a collection of my doubts

my hesitancy to exist

where do i stand ?

have i crossed the line ? or am i wrapping it around my neck subconsciously?

for i feel it tightening with certainty that could only hold the weight of my existential dread; if i built it on delusions

this isn’t an interrogation, but an act of rebellion.. a crisis Masquerading as romanticism and decay

And I seem to be losing more and more of myself to those with every day

that passes as “my twenties”

I walk and walk Aimlessly, Blindly dragging one foot in front of the other

Hoping to find purpose to define my existence

only to settle for trivial validation and numbness

that I pay for by letting fatigue like necrosis feast on my raw nerve endings sitting up a pathway for anxiety

And i wonder if it’ll ever come to an end… Or will i ?

Will i embrace paranoia and let melancholy embrace me ?

for how long will i be able to romanticize this catatonic state of consciousness ?

with what will i pay when it consumes my youth ?

And where does the sliding scale of my self destruction measure ends;

if not at the base of my ego induced highness

Where do i end ? Because lately..

I’m all beginnings and potential that i forgot how to digest

before it got rotten

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•Quotes: Sylvia Plath/ Virginia Woolf/ Franz Kafka/ Franz Kafka/ Sylvia Plath/ Clarice Lispector/

•Original content: Sinligh

Art reference:

1. Body of Christ Piece by Jess Cochrane. 2. "Deliverance" by Robin Isely. 3. "Vanitas” by Roberto Ferri

[14dayswithyou]

TEO MY HUSBAND I MISSED YOU BOOKIE BEAR!!! 🩵🩵🩵

Could I have some college content with me Angel and Teo? Mayhaps in the campus library doing work and he’s trying to be distracting?

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"Hey. Pay attention to me."

You try your best to ignore the way Teo pokes and prods at your cheek with the blunt end of your pencil, before he seemingly grows bored of the action and moves on to idly flipping through the pages of the book in front of you instead. 

"Where's Jae?" Without looking, you shoot him a question. "Shouldn't you be bothering him instead of me?"

"He's busy helping his dormmate dye its hair again." Teo's fingers move from the pages and drift towards your free hand instead. "...You should let me dye yours as well. Wouldn't that be fun?"

"..." You pull your hand away from his and flip the page, "No."

"C'mon. What's it gonna take for you to pull that stick out of your ass and get your nose outta those books? I'm bored."

"Teo," You sighed deeply, "I need to study for my finals. You know I can't afford to fail this term."

"That's all?" You could practically hear him scoff. "Don't worry that pretty little head of yours, starshine; your professors are a bunch of fuckin' chumps. One word from me and they'll give you whatever grade you want. Now, c'mon." 

Teo nudges your arm to goad you into packing up your belongings and leaving with him, yet you don't seem to move. "...Seriously?"

You send the dark-haired male a pointed look before returning to your papers once more. Although annoyingly, he takes that as an invitation to scoot closer and lean in dangerously close to your ear.

"...I'll take my shirt off if you don't move."

No response.

"Pants, too."

If he wanted to get kicked out of the campus library for public indecency, that was on him.

"I'll pull the fire alarm."

That almost gets a twitch out of you — knowing fully well that the muscular man beside you was definitely the type of guy who'd do such a thing — but he's been acting more... compliant lately, and you didn't dare ask why.

"...Fine. Suit yourself."

Although you can't see Teo from your peripheral vision, you can hear him slouch back into the chair with a heavy sigh, before he pulls out his phone and obnoxiously starts typing away.

It was certainly odd to have him linger quietly by your side like this — normally, when Teo got sick of something, he'd toss whatever it was aside and find something more entertaining to do instead. So this... This certainly wasn't what you were expecting.

You had half a mind to ask if Teo would oh-so-kindly switch his phone to silent if he wanted to text that loudly, but you decided it was best not to waste time on trivial things. Your cheat sheet wasn't going to revise itself, so you instead focused your attention back to the words in front of you and tried to shut the annoying guy out.

But Teo certainly made things difficult when he absentmindedly threw an arm over the back of your chair and leaned closer to your side. You could practically feel the heat from his thigh as he brushes them up against yours — and if you weren't so hellbent on shutting his presence out — you would've noticed the subtle scent of his cologne wafting in your direction.

Old money, luxury, and the faintest hint of smoke.

Your eyebrows twitch at the audible ding! of his phone, indicating that he must've gotten a text from someone. You pretend not to notice how he lets out a puff of laughter at whatever is on his screen... Obviously, he was trying to bait you into looking in his direction to see what was so funny — but upon realising that it wasn't working �� he goes back to typing something instead.

But once he's done, Teo decides to throw his phone onto the table instead of shoving it into his pocket like usual. His screen stays lit for a few more seconds before it fades to black, but you were quick enough to catch a glimpse of his lock screen before it was gone.

There, for anyone to see, was a picture of you: with your arms resting on the table as you focussed on the textbooks laid out in front of you — with a soft look of concentration on your face.

[wyvernity]

misc art dump (mostly commission related)!! and man some of these are old

i still have one slot remaining since some of you madlads got here before the announcement... that was fun to wake up to! TY everyone as usual for the support <3

[gmanmedias]

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[paperbackribs]

A Tarnished Copper Boy (26) | A03 Fic tags: time travel, friends to lovers, slow burn

Mike snorts, “What? He thinks he’s the king around here.”

“There was only one king,” Dustin says loyally, grabbing his bag from the ground, a textbook slides out immediately, creating a puff of dirt as it smacks against the ground.

“Oh, yeah. Who was that?” Eddie asks faux innocently, jostling Gareth. Gareth blinks, looking up at Dustin. “Oh my god, you don’t mean Steve Harrington do you? Does he still call himself that?”

Eddie surprises himself with how hard he snorts at the idea, knowing how little Steve likes the moniker given to him by others.

Mike wrinkles his nose in performative disgust, “No, he wouldn’t. He’s got a big head to match all that hair, but it’s not that bad.” He looks over at Dustin uncertainly, who’s shoving his book back in and sliding the zipper only half-shut, “We just heard that the king was his nickname when he was here.”

“Well, he’s not anymore. The king is dead, long live the king and all that,” Eddie steers Gareth away and the boys follow, Mike quickly grabbing his bag off the dirt track too...

Chapter26

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[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hi? Is it okay to ask for Ganondorf's possible anxieties involving having a son?

I mean, it's highly unlikely that Ganon even saw another male until at least 18. Imagine what that would do to someone. No father, no male role model, no male friends, no male associates. No male contact at all.

Like, I can't even imagine what it would've been like to have had no female contact at all until 18.

Just not having a good father in one's life is known to stunt a person substantially. I can't even fathom how othered Ganon must've felt growing up. How utterly pressured he felt to become a pillar of masculinity without any real example to follow. No one to teach him what it actually means to be a good man. No one to explain things to him. No one to show him the subtle little things that seems to almost be universal among men no matter the culture. Especially in how they interact amongst each other. No one to teach him about comradery between men. About the unspoken rules that men seem to have.

And, not to mention the almost commodifying perspective the Gerudo have towards men. One even mentioned that she'd believed that all men were useless except for Ganondorf.

I can't help but think he might've internalized some of that.

So, would Ganon be anxious about setting a good example for his son seeing as he likely didn't have that himself?

Ganondorf had to admit he was still in shock over looking at his children. But the longer he stared at them, the more a new feeling settled into his heart.

Watching his daughter was a blessing; a strong feeling of protectiveness overcame him, and he wondered how such a delicate looking child could grow into a warrior like her mother. But his son…

Ganondorf could fathom having a daughter, could handle raising a girl. But a son…

He’d never felt so simultaneously out-of-depth and excited.

It wasn’t particularly a feeling he enjoyed. Ganondorf despised being out of control. But looking at the little boy made him feel so utterly alone and adrift, wondering how in the world he could possibly raise this child correctly. Yet at the same time, it filled him with eagerness, an excitement to give the boy guidance that he had been sorely lacking in his life.

Growing up as a Gerudo male had been so incredibly isolating. Ganondorf had been treated as a king and as some Other, his childhood filled with voids and gaps in understanding, in confusion that had left him stumbling when he’d first entered Hyrule. He’d never felt unwelcome by his fellow Gerudo, but he’d also never felt welcome. His presence was a blessing, a symbol of leadership with no understanding of what that even meant. Somehow it was his responsibility to lead his band of thieves, and the best way he knew how was to be the strongest. His physicality lent to it naturally, so it only seemed the correct path. But when he’d first entered Hyrule, when he’d first seen another man, he had felt wholly inadequate. It had been a group of Hylian soldiers, all strong in their own right, laughing amongst each other, at ease, normal.

He wasn’t normal. He’d never been normal. His body had been strange and cursed, developing in ways no other Gerudo’s had, lacking the gift of life that the women bore, making up for it in sheer power and aggression. It had been his goddess-given right to be a protector, and that had developed into a greater desire when he’d seen Hyrule.

He didn’t have to defend. He could just take as his sisters did, but with greater results. He could live in a land that prospered, he could rule it, as was his birthright.

But all of those thoughts felt empty when looking at his son, because here he held a new gift and opportunity. He could be a father. He could raise a boy to be a man, could show him what that meant when he’d never had that chance.

But what could he possibly do in this role? He knew nothing of fathers, even in his journeys to Hyrule. The closest he’d gotten to interacting with a father was seeing the king, who occasionally was present with the princess, but mostly the girl was elsewhere in the palace. Was being a father not that involved, then, or was it simply because the king of Hyrule had other duties? Ganondorf surely wouldn’t abandon his children nearly so much. They could attend duties with him. How else could they learn to fulfill their roles, anyway?

Was that the correct course of action? Twinrova had done as much with Ganondorf, so it seemed reasonable. He’d been involved in the care and leadership of his people since he was a teenager, perhaps even a little younger.

The worst part of this was that he had no one to turn to for this. Ganondorf hated relying on anything or anyone else but himself, but in this matter… he… almost wished he did have someone. Nabooru, as much as he loved her, was not going to be helpful in this matter. However, in this land that Din had taken him to, the Gerudo here did have a very small amount of men present in their ranks – only those who joined with Gerudo women were allowed. Men from a nearby settlement occasionally interacted with Gerudo, and those who chose to embrace the culture and marry one of the women were allowed. But they were foreigners, and Ganondorf was their ruler through his own birthright and his marriage to Nabooru. He refused to look to them for an example.

Ganondorf took a steadying breath, lifting the child into his arms. It didn’t matter if he had an example or not. He’d forged his own way his entire life, and that wasn’t changing now. He would be a father to these children whether he was ready or not, and so he would strive to be the best father he could be, whatever that meant.

[onceuponaweirdo]

"Her lips ghosting against her neck making her pulse quicken"

Who's neck? Who's lips? Which pulse? This are the joys of writing F/F

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[noelxbe]

all the way to belgium

travelling all the way to belgium to film a music video wasn’t something noel had expected. not that he would complain, he was excited for their travel. noel had only ever been in canada and south korea, so he was curious about this country he’d never even been close to. not that it seemed like they had much free time, only a single day off, still, noel was excited.

he finds himself besides seojun ( @beseojun ) , the filming going on but they’re taking a short break. he takes a big sip of water “do you want some too?” he reaches out his arm so the other can take the water bottle if he wants to. “guessing this is your first time filming a music video too, right?” he questions the other “it’s kind of fun actually” he nods a bit. “i can’t help but be surprised our first music video is being filmed in belgium though”.

[solarpunkani]

I'm gonna make a more formal post about my plans for Solarpunk Aesthetic Week later (once I figure out what I can feasibly accomplish while working), but

homies I may be cooking another Aster Town story

[crownshattered]

@honorforged inquired: "You are ruining my happy thoughts." —for Azula

⁕| Princess Protection Program |⁕

" Have you considered that, because it is so easy for these 'happy thoughts' to be ruined, that they were not worth having to begin with? " Azula didn't remember her brother to be so agonizingly moody... Perhaps it had something to do with his honor being torn away from him? Or his banishment, maybe? Regardless, why should he be so gloomy now? Zuko was back where he belonged. Father wanted him here, the Fire Nation rejoiced for having their prince returned... He even had Mai fawning over him, as much as Mai does.

Honestly, it was his own fault that his 'happy thoughts' were so easily trampled. How could Azula be to blame?

The princess smiled at her brother, the look as 'kind' as Azula was capable of seeming. " Oh, don't give me that scowl~ I'm only teasing, of course. How can my presence be enough to ruin your mood? Father wants you, the kingdom loves you... What's not to be happy about~? "

[assassinhomecreedstuck]

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[hypocriticaltypwriter]

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