whenever people slutshame abigail and the response is "dutch/bill/javier was lying" i kind of cringe. bc while i acknowledge that could be true and i recognize they were saying things to get under john's skin, like...why would it ultimately matter either way. lets say they're not lying and they did all have her, now what? i prefer the stance of "they all had her." "and??" what of it? who cares? john sure doesnt, why do you? i think the immediate jump to deny it doesn't help as much as we think when it comes to slutshaming. abigail doesn't need to be a sexual puritan to deserve respect.
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whumptober 1
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tw amputation, noncon drugging, noncon surgery, implied captivity
"How many fingers am I holding up?"
Whumpee slowly opened their eyes, closing them again when they saw the room spinning. It was nauseating.
"Hey." Whumper patted their cheek a couple times, prompting them to try to keep their eyes open. "How many fingers?"
"Three," they guessed, barely even looking at Whumper's hand at all. This was so stupid. It wasn't like Whumper cared.
"Okay, let's do something else, then." Whumper grabbed their wrist and held up their hand, right in front of Whumpee's face. There were bandages wrapped around it, bandages they didn't remember. "How many fingers are you holding up?"
This time, Whumpee counted. One, two, three... And they counted again. One, two, three... Their breathing was becoming more and more erratic, one, two, three, where were the rest of their fingers, one, two, three, why did they only see three, one, two, three, why the bandages–
"How many fingers, Whumpee?"
"What did you do to me?" they choked out, wide eyes darting between their hand and Whumper's face. "What– what did you do–"
"I think I went a little overboard with sedatives and anaesthetics when I was trying to make sure that you'd be calm during the process, that's what. That's where your fucking whining got you. Now I don't even know when you'll be back to full capacity, if ever."
"I won't," they whispered. "I won't, you took parts of me–"
Whumper grinned. "I'm glad you can at least see and comprehend that."
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asking for people to stop posting bg3 and to only post sims but when they do post sims you guys dont even reblog/interact
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Hi hello due to popular demand (3 of my mutuals expressed they wanted me to) i will now be posting my art on main (and probably reblogging it onto my art blog @xx-morel-xx for archiving purposes) anyway yes i do in fact draw these are the silly little guys i keep talking about - Alec and Ondra! Ondra is a vampire who got turned in 18th century Austria-Hungary - he was not a fan of being turned. Alec's parents (or maybe grandparents havent figured that one out yet) escaped communist Czechoslovakia to the US, he comes back for university and gets his idiot emo ass accidenteally turned by Ondra while wandering a cemetery at night. They proceed to go on the run so the vampire government doesnt force Alec to murder his entire family
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