#[tw: V Day]

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happy valentines day may all your love be monstrous and uncontainable

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Day 56!

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oooh dark!Wilson giving you drugged valentine’s day chocolates?

Sweet Tooth

Summary: it’s Valentine’s Day and James knows you have a sweet tooth

Warnings: dark fic, Yandere!james Wilson, drugging, kidnapping, slight noncon, talks of date rapes, house is aware of what’s going on, and encourages him, James thinks about assaulting reader but decides against it

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“Chocolates? Really? Are you in college?” James sighed as he set the small heart shaped box of candy onto his desk. He’d been hoping to get the chocolate into his desk before house found him, but of course he wasn’t lucky enough for that.

“Congratulations, you caught me. Can we get the teasing out of the way now?” James pulled his coat off as he looked over at House.

“I just want to know who the poor sap you fell for this time, wife number four?” Wilson rolled his eyes while looking at the files that had been left on his desk since he left last night. House walked over and started to lift the lid, causing Wilson to drop the file and immediately reach for the box.

“Don’t!”

House raised an eyebrow at the man. “I was just going to look-“

“Don’t.” Wilson snapped as he grabbed the box from House. “I-I don’t want you to eat any of it.”

“What? Did you poison it or something?” House attempted to joke, but when Wilson tensed up slightly his eyes widened. “Are you roofying someone?”

“I’m not roofying anyone! Don’t say that.” Wilson snapped, glancing over to the door.

“You are. I guess it’s more of college than high school then. Who are they for?”

“These aren’t drugged-“

“You’re really going to lie to me about this?” The two men stood in silence for a moment until Wilson let out a small sigh. “That’s what I thought, who are they for?”

“Y/n.”

“…Who?”

“Dr. L/n!” Wilson snapped, annoyed.

“The pediatrician?”

“She’s an oncologist,”

“But for kids.” House pointed out.

“Believe it or not, kids can get cancer!” Wilson was getting more aggravated as the conversation went on.

“Hey, I’m not the one planing on drugging my employee, although maybe I should? Chase is a looker.”

“I’m not- it isn’t-“ Wilson struggled to come up with anything, at a loss for words.

“At least you’re taking some initiative in your life, but don’t do it on hospital grounds, something tells me Cuddy won’t approve.” House told him before walking out of the room.

•••••••••••••••••••••

You have a small smile as you left the young girls hospital room, a box of valentines in your hands. You made it a habit to bring them to all of the kids who were in the hospital to help brighten their mood.

“Dr. L/n, Dr. Wilson wanted to see you.” A nurse told you while walking past. You gave a small nod as you took a deep breath. Your boss was an odd man, he was a great doctor and got along with everyone but when he was around you he got cold and distant. You never could figure out why, but you eventually gave up on impressing your boss. As long as it didn’t affect your work you guess it wouldn’t matter.

I’m nice you got to Wilson’s office you knocked on the door and once you got the okay you pushed the door open. “Dr. Wilson? You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, come in and shut the door.” You walked in, noticing how dark it was once the door shut. The blinds were pulled and only about half the lights were on, how he got anything done like this you’d never know. You needed complete light when filling out paperwork and stuff.

You stood in front of his desk for a moment, neither of you saying anything. You shifted from foot to foot as you waited for whatever he needed, but he didn’t say anything, just sat looking at you. “Um…was there something you needed?”

“Oh! Yes, sorry. I- I needed you to fill out some…discharge papers.” He held a file out for you to take. You couldn’t help the frown on your face as you took the file. Why would he need you to come here to get these? A nurse could have easily brought it to you to sign.

“Yeah, I’ll get this done for you. Was there anything else.”

“No, I don’t think so.” Wilson quickly shook his head. You watched him for a moment before nodding yourself.

“Okay. Have a good day,” you started towards the door but the moment you touched the doorknob he said your name, making you turn back around.

“There actually was something else.”

“Oh, okay?” You stood waiting for a moment as he fumbled in his dead for a moment. Every second of silence made you more and more uncomfortable, and by the time he seemed to find what he was looking for you were ready to get out of that office as fast as you could.

“So I um… I got this for you.” Your heart sank as Wilson pulled out a heart box that you assumed was chocolate. Why was he giving you this? Did he really…?

“Oh… um, thank you.” You force a smile onto your face as you walk back to his desk. You had never felt more uncomfortable then when you took the box from your boss. It wasn’t just the authority he held over you, but you knew Wilson’s reputation. Three wife’s and multiple girlfriends, all of whom left him in a dramatic way. You did not want to be another name on that list.

Wilson stared at you as you stood there, and unsure of what else to do you opened the box and popped a piece of the chocolate into your mouth. There was nothing special about the chocolate, it was your average cheep chocolate with an odd bitter aftertaste. “It’s good, thank you.” You said once again, watching as Wilson smiled slightly, but he still seemed tenses.

“I’m glad you like it.” He stood up and walked over to where you were. “I wasn’t sure what kind you liked.” You nodded slightly, but it cause the room to spin slightly. You reached an arm out to try and stabilize yourself which led to you just grabbing onto Wilson.

“Shit…” Wilson cursed as he led you over to the couch in the room and you practically collapsed onto the bed. Your head felt foggy and the room continued to spin.

“What’s….”

“I didn’t think you’d eat one now.” Wilson rushed out, just confusing you more. “I figured after work- I thought I had more time.” The room started to get dark and Wilson noticed, quickly bending down to look at your face. “I’m sorry, just… just sleep. Everything will be okay.” His lips continued to move but you couldn’t hear what he said as you slipped into unconsciousness.

•••••••••••••••

Wilson took a step away from the bed, looking over his work. You were laid out on the bed, stripped out of your work clothes as he had to leave them behind when taking you back to his house. Your arms were tied up above your head and you were still knocked out. He wasn’t sure when you’d wake up, but he kept checking to make sure you were still alive.

He couldn’t help his eyes from looking over your body, your legs slightly crossed over each other, causing the shorts he had found in your work back riding up significantly. When changing your clothes he’d been too panicked to think about what he was seeing, but now seeing all of the exposed skin caused him to harden in his slacks.

He took a step forward, very gently running his fingers over the exposed skin on your stomach from the table top riding up. He ran his fingers down your hip and to your inner thigh, and a thought to go further ran through his head. You were so complicit, sound asleep, it would be like it never happened-

He yanked his hand away, taking multiple steps back. No, he wouldn’t go that far. He wouldn’t stoop that low as to harm you. He couldn’t. As he reprimanded himself he missed the sound of his door being opened or a person walking through the house.

“You know, you don’t have to tie her down when she’s unconscious.”

Wilson jumped as he turned to see house in the doorway to the room. For a second, Wilson thought he should try and cover you, but there was no point. House knew you were here, nothing was going to change that.

“Until she wakes up.”

“Then you pretend she agreed to the night.”

“I’m not fucking her like this.” Wilson quickly snapped. “It was just…a means of getting her here.”

House looked between them before rolling his eyes. “You think you’re in love with her?”

“I am!” Wilson snapped before lowering his voice. “What does it matter to you?”

“You did kidnap a girl.”

“Are you going to report me?” Wilson stared at house for a second, the other man saying nothing. “Exactly, you don’t have to see her anyways. I’m just-“

“You don’t have to sugar coat it, you kidnapped a girl, that’s that. Just don’t ask me to help out when you fail. I’ll visit you in jail.” As House finished Wilson saw you move slightly.

“She’s waking up, you need to leave.”

“Why? You don’t think she wants a welcome to your kidnappers home party?”

“I’m serious, this is important. Get out.” Wilson ushered house out before locking the door. He leaned against it slightly, taking a breath before heading back into the room to greet you, grabbing a at to ensure you stayed quiet.

[enlitment]

The Voltaire-Rousseau Beef aka V v. JJ part III.

for @stars-in-the-night , @headsinsand and other great (and amazingly patient) readers

part 1 ; part 2 ; part 3 ; part 4

7. THE ORPHANAGE (to be read in Eliza Hamilton's voice)

The one thing from his personal life that Rousseau is probably best remembered for is the fact that he gave up all five children he had with his long-term partner, Thérèse, to a Parisian orphanage. One after the other, in what could be called a rapid succession, a simple case of salut and adieu.

The reasons he gave for his behaviour differ from ‘I have fallen with a bad crowd in Paris and this is just what people around me did’ and ‘I basically had no other option anyway’ (not true, he could have married Thérèse and try to make it work. Sure, money was tight, and someone could make a few snarky remarks about the first baby looking surprisingly big for a six-month old or whatever, but these things happened quite regularly. Also, Diderot married his working-class mistress despite his father’s stern disapproval. Just saying) to – now this comes up somewhat later in the Confessions and is significantly darker – ‘I really hated Thérèse’s family and thought it would be better to let my kids be raised by the state than be around them’.

If this was him trying to break a cycle of generational trauma though – perhaps one of the side of his own family as well –  I’d argue there were far better ways of going about it. There’s also potentially one even darker, quasi-psychoanalytical reason for this now infamous choice, but it’s probably best to steer clear of Freud. Nothing good usually comes out of it.

Of course, doing something like this would make anyone seem like a douchebag, but a guy famous for writing a treatise on how to best raise children?* Guy who repeatedly argued that the single purpose of a woman’s life is to be a mother? Now that’s a hypocrisy so deliciously juicy that one simply cannot resist sharing it with the world!

*interestingly enough, he insists in the Confessions that he wanted to reveal this information in his On Education (aka Emile), and that in one of the book's passages, he alluded to this episode in such a way that he ‘basically confessed to it already’. I haven’t found that part yet, and I remain somewhat sceptical about whether this is truly the case.

8. SECOND INTERMEZZO: VOLTAIRE THE AVID HATE-READER

V on Julie, or the New Heloise: „silly, middle-class, dirty-minded and boring“

V on Profession of Faith of a Savoyard Vicar: „I read his On Education. These are reasonings of a stupid nurse in four volumes, of which forty pages directed against Christianity. They are among the most daring that have ever been written, [but] by virtue of inconsistency worthy of this head without a brain and this Diogenes* with no heart, he uttered as much abuse against the philosophers, as against Jesus Christ.“ (letter to Damilaville, 1762)

*calling JJ ‘Diogenes’ was definitely a trend in the 1700s, and what seems like V’s go-to insult for him. Calling him a ‘lackey of Diogenes’ does potentially get a bit kink-shame-y though...

9. A MOUNTAIN AND AN AVALENCHE

The last post featured an earthquake in Portugal, now get ready for a distinctly Swiss natural disaster!

To be perfectly fair to Voltaire, although he was certainly not a person who was above spreading gossip, he did have a good reason to publish what he knew about Rousseau and let all hell break loose, since...

in Rousseau’s Letters Written from the Mountain published in 1763, JJ had exposed Voltaire as the author of the infamous Sermon of the Fifty, an anti-christian work that had the potential to get its author into serious trouble. Voltaire could not and would not let this slide – especially when he had the perfect weapon on his hands. Payback time!

Voltaire therefore went on to publish a short anonymous pamphlet titled Sentiments des Citoyens (aka How Citizens Feel – since JJ proudly called himself ‘citizen of Geneva’ in his works and he championed sentiments over reason – see, it’s all very clever!) in which he exposed details from Rousseau’s personal life. This of course included the most shocking, most hypocritical, and most memorable detail of all: Rousseau, Mr. Family First, Mr. Let’s-raise-precious-children-in-a-way-that-won’t-corrupt-their-natural-godness had dumped all of his offspring into a Parisian orphanage! Not so virtuous now, is it?

Interestingly, Rousseau never put two and two together and realised Voltaire was the real author of the fateful pamphlet. It would be interesting to see how he would react had he known.

That said, much like d’Alembert’s article on Geneva a couple of years earlier, the Sentiments des Citoyens led JJ to pick up a pen once again to do what he did best: to defend the poorest and most oppressed souls against the cruel and unjust world. Which usually just happened to be himself.

And thus, as Roger Pearson, an author of one of Voltaire's many biographies concludes:

“we have Voltaire to thank for (…) being the catalyst of Rousseau’s Confessions” which he calls “one of the world’s great autobiographies”

(no, not like that @chaotic-history. Though now I cannot unsee it every time I read the quote)

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Tune in next time for the (mis)adventure in Britain which will feature:

another philosopher - David Hume - dragged into the mess

a fake letter from Frederick the Great (that was actually penned by the most messy gossip of a person in the 18th century)

a genuinely funny statue story with an appearance from d'Alembert

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Vore Writing/ Art Mega Compilation

Happy Vore Day!~

I decided to make a collection of some of my favorite vore scenes I've written, as well as throw in some art both new and old! Keep in mind these are chapters from larger stories, not oneshots, so they may be diminished by lack of context or build-up, and contain massive spoilers for plot events. I tried to include a decent variety, except for giantess vore as I have a separate compilation for that here. Also scenes that I label "NSFW" contain overt sexual elements and are 18+ only.

If you haven't read any of my writing, now's your chance to browse, sample some, and suffer through it!

The Giant, Ch. 3 - My first full vore scene in my first full story that remains one of my best (soft, unwilling, nonfatal); I would also recommend continuing into Ch. 4 for a great semi-willing mouthplay/ foodplay scene!

Big Corp Inc, Ch. 17: Cake - Tiny lady covered in cake frosting. What more could a big guy want? (romantic mouthplay, NSFW)

In the Belly of the Giant, Ch. 12 - A kidnapped woman learns just how horrible her giant captor is (soft, unwilling, nonfatal)

Giganterra, Ch. 10: A Full Belly - The giant king enjoys his tribute of small young ladies, devouring them one by one (soft, unwilling, nonfatal, NSFW non-con)

Bucky's, Ch. 9: Business Lunch - A party of high-ranking executives visit Bucky's, a restaurant that serves humans as food (unwilling pred, mouthplay, soft safe vore)

The Half-Blood Giant, Ch. 38: Unhealthy Obsession - A miserable, unhinged giant obsessed with a girl he can't have decides to forcibly keep her for himself (soft, safe, unwilling); Bonus, if you want to read the scene that precedes this one with him betraying and consuming his romantic rival: Ch. 36: Cat and Mouse (soft, fatal, unwilling)

The Half-Blood Giant, Ch. 40: Full Tour - Very messed up chapter where Hannah gets a full trip through Hunter's entrails (full tour but not explicit at the end, soft/ safe with some threat of digestion, somewhat NSFW since he handles her naked)

Boarding School for Giants, Ch. 4 - Giant student bullies his tiny classmate. To be honest, I included this scene more for the poignant emotional impact than the actual vore scene itself (unwilling mouthplay)

Big Corp Inc, Ch. 11: Cold and Hot - A gentle giant unwittingly eats his coworker in a sandwich (double unaware vore, soft, nonfatal, vomiting)

In the Belly of the Giant, Ch. 5 - Gastroscopy with an intrepid, tiny male doctor (willing, soft, safe)

Bucky's, Ch. 39: Eat or Be Eaten - The CEO of Big Corp decides to eliminate a disloyal employee (soft, unwilling, ambiguous ending)

Big Corp Inc, Ch. 34: Manager Meeting - The sole human employee of Big Corp is coerced into participating in a "product demonstration" with her boss (soft, safe, unwilling)

Giganterra, Prologue: Saturn Devouring His Son - The giant king shrinks and devours his defiant heir (soft, fatal, unwilling)

In the Belly of the Giant, Ch. 34 - Giant cop is tied up and forced to ingest his tiny girlfriend (soft, safe, unwilling pred, NSFW non-con)

I know there's a lot of great scenes that I excluded, but this list is getting too long as it is. It was very difficult to narrow it down!

Anyways, here's a bunch of vore art:

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Thank You To the currently 1,068 people who have decided to follow this account. Here's to another year of Vore

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alrighty, friends, i feel the need to be a little transparent because it's affecting things here. the short version of everything is: i'm not doing so hot in the mental health department. no one needs to be concerned -- i'm okay even if i'm having a hard time. but i just ask that everyone continues to be patient and understanding bc i promise that i'm excited to write and chat!! both new and old mutuals, i have so much admiration for you all!! the problem is that the discomfort and sensitivity i feel are making it increasingly difficult to be punctual and social.

so what does this mean? it means my activity may continue to be extra slow. i might procrastinate with messages or go completely silent. i might not log on some days just so i don't have to use my brain. but however my presence here fluctuates, i promise that in no way this is a reflection of my feelings towards you or our muses. i'm just going through it.

all that said, thank you for being here <3 thank you for filling my dash with things that make me smile, and thank you for being a space where i can relax. i care about all of you so much, and i encourage you to be kind to yourselves!! take breaks!! take your time!! your happiness and health matter first always.

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