#Deprivation

[tiredofsatansbullshit]

Bruce: There’s my little babies!! Do you guys want some cookies?? I love you all so so much!!

Bruce’s children, covered in blood and all holding multiple weapons that are also covered in blood: Yeah!

[mapsontheweb]

Deprivation rate among young people in Europe

[howifeltabouthim]

'It was like I'd been cold all my life and hadn't known it, because I'd never known anything else. And then in that moment I discovered warmth, and I knew what I'd been missing.'

Lev Grossman, from The Bright Sword

[d4xis]

inspired by original art - HIROYUKI OZAKI

[blackrosesandwhump]

Oooh, ooh, I just had a whump idea:

Force your whumpee into a deprivation tank for hours at a time. Surround them with empty silence until they can't take it anymore.

Deprivation always has interesting effects on whumpees...

[lanada]

Altered States | Ken Russell 1980

[ana-logy-for-myself]

Do you ever wish to just

[secretlystephaniebrown]

I KEEP FORGETTING YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WROTE DEPRIVATION OAGUH AOUGH AOGUH i am so abnormal about it /pos

(totally forgot /pos meant "positive" and thought there was a "piece of shit tacked on the end there, and just figured that this was a new tumblrism I had missed)

ah deprivation. my fucked up little baby.

[awesomecooperlove]

👿👿👿ONE OF THE NEW WORLD ORDER IS TRANSHUMANISM👾👾👾

🛑🛑🛑

[innerdarkgoth]

Mood.

[snowsofsorrow]

[call-me-albie]

Just saying,

[writerystuff]

POETS, TAKE NOTE

"I think writing about unhappiness is probably the source of my popularity, if I have any — after all, most people are unhappy, don't you think? Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.

[A poem] "represents the mastering, even if just for a moment, of the pessimism and the melancholy, and enables you, you the poet, and you, the reader, to go on."

– Philip Larkin

[dog-house-riley]

[damien-wolfram-art]

A Little Parting Gift

Menma had never really gotten along with Sasuke. Sasuke was all the things Menma wasn’t. He was charming, amiable, popular, and naturally gifted. Furthermore, Sasuke had the support of his family. That was what got to Menma the most, because no matter how hard Menma worked, no matter what jutsus he mastered, no matter how much control over his Nine Tailed Fox he demonstrated, he could never be more than a precious child.

Everyone in the damned Hidden Leaf Village treated him like he had no place as a shinobi. He was deprived of his dignity, but it would all end soon. He scratched his scalp; it was itchy from the dye he used to change his appearance. He always liked the look of black on himself. The new color, outfit change, and fox mask he got from a matsuri a while back would make him unrecognizable. He took one final glance back at his empty living room; his mother and father were away on a mission. Then, he left it like he intended to leave it all.

If only it were so easy. It was near midnight and most of the village was asleep. He was mere steps from the border at the A-Un gate when he heard him, “Awfully late for someone to be lurking about. You wouldn’t be up to no good, would you? Sorry to pry, but I don’t think I’ve seen you around before. Are you passing through?”

It just had to be him, Sasuke Uchiha. His very presence made his skin crawl. Sasuke’s usual posse of girls wasn’t with him. This made him wary. What was he doing up then? Curiosity got the better of him. He donned his mask and then turned to face his rival. The wind caught in his black fur collared blue cloak.

“Ominous,” Sasuke hummed. “I’ll have you know my father runs the police force around here and my brother is in the Akatsuki. I’d think twice about causing trouble.”

Menma laughed, focusing on keeping the pitch of his voice lowered, “Oh yeah?” It occurred to him that Sasuke might be useful for once so his aura suddenly became heavy and his shadow style chakra flared.  “Y’know what? I don’t see either of them here.” He spread his arms wide and approached Sasuke. “In fact, all I see is an Uchiha runt– one who doesn’t even possess the mangekyo sharingan.”

“You sure seem to know a lot about me,” said Sasuke, feigning confidence. “But who exactly are you?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Know your enemy, right?”

“It won’t matter soon enough. I’ve found a use for you.”

“Wait, what?”

The masked man levitated from the ground a bit and then, with blinding speed comparable to the Leaf’s Yellow Flash, he nearly teleported behind Sasuke. Before Sasuke could even think, “He’s fast!” Menma delivered a swift blow to the back of his neck, incapacitating him.

Sasuke woke to the clattering of gears and a blaring headache. He was tied to a post with some sort of sealing jutsu. He groaned, drawing the attention of this captor who was only a few meters away. “So, you’re finally awake?” Asked the masked man.

Sasuke now realized how serious this was. He tugged at his restraints, but they did not budge. “What’s going on? Where did you bring me?” He asked.

“This is The Training Cave. The very place Lord Jiraiya taught Minato Namikaze, The Yellow Flash,” Menma explained. Soon it would be his lair– a testament to how he would prove his worth and surpass his father. “It is also the place where I will gather up kekkei genkai. Just. Like. Yours.” With each word, he closed the distance between himself and Sasuke until he was crouched before him.

Eye to eye with this masked man, Sasuke felt fear creeping in on him, but stronger still, he sensed something. He knew him. He just needed more time to figure out who he was. “I thought my sharingan was worthless to you,” he prodded.

The masked man laughed again. Beneath his facade squeaked a slight falsetto, “That is true, but only if they remain as they are,” his tone darkened. “However, if I were to force you to awaken your mangekyo sharingan… heh you might be useful after all. I think I’d like one.”

Sasuke recoiled and croaked, “F-Force?”  His eyes were wide in disbelief. To force the awakening of an Uchiha’s sharingan to any degree meant serious emotional and/or physical distress.

“Yes,” uttered the masked man, poised to inflict his harm.

Sasuke winced, but when his kidnapper made no move, he gazed at him in confusion. There was nothing moral stopping Menma, but it occurred to him that he had his rival completely and utterly at his mercy for the first time. He wanted to do something extravagant.

Catching his fist in his hand, Menma decided. “You…… you like women, don’t you?” He asked.

Sasuke was even more confused by this. Of course he did. He surrounded himself with them for a reason. It was fun to talk to them and to feel like he was valued, but why would this masked man ask about that? “Uh yeah?” He answered weakly.

“Perfect,” Menma growled. Finally, there was something he could take from Sasuke for all those times he made him feel like all his efforts were for naught. “Then, I will be your partner. I will make you come for me.”

“What?” Sasuke gasped, but the masked man did not hesitate. In mere moments, he was perched on Sasuke’s lap. His gloved hands made quick work brushing aside Sasuke’s purple button up and reaching under his black V-neck to grab a hold of his nipples. Rubbing them between his fingers made Sasuke let out a breathy moan.

This was not the only effect Menma had on Sasuke. He could feel his captive stiffening beneath him, so he rolled his hips hard on top of him. “Already? Sas-uke-kun?”

Sasuke grimaced uncomfortably and moaned again– this time, shamefully. How could he allow a man to make him feel such things? He shut his eyes tight and held his breath. If he could just block the masked man out, then maybe he could pull through.

Menma was never one to quit though. Seeing what his rival intended to do, he acted quickly. Putting himself between Sasuke’s legs, he groped at the bulge in his forest green pants. When Sasuke didn’t react, Menma got more aggressive. He undid his pants, reached into his boxers, and pulled out his member, scoffing in annoyance. Of course, Sasuke was longer than he was. What didn’t he beat him at?

Menma pushed the vexing thought aside. He would beat him now. That much was certain. He began to stroke him– at first gently with fingers. Sasuke’s plan wasn’t working. If anything, the sensory and breath deprivation was only pushing him further into ecstasy. When he panted to catch his breath, he hardened more and Menma moved quicker.

Sasuke began to squirm. His legs squeezed around Menma’s and when he felt him slow down occasionally, he throbbed to meet his unrelenting fingertips. Menma leaned the mouth of his mask close to Sasuke’s ear. “You have no idea how good it feels to finally beat you. I am so sick of being underestimated. And when I’m done with you, it’ll be the rest of that damned Leaf Village. My father… The Kage…  And in time, the world will know the power of my amassed kekkei genkai. You can try to deny me, but like all the others who will try to stop me, you too will fail. They will come to acknowledge me. And you, Sasuke, will come for me!” His whisper worked up to a shrill yell and his hand from gentle stroking to pounding.

The voice was too familiar. “M-Menma?” Sasuke gasped, opening his eyes to see if he was right, but he couldn’t take it any longer. The tightness in his lower belly gathered and many of his muscles began to involuntarily contract. He came all over Menma’s glove and the belts that wrapped it.

Menma would’ve relished in this moment of Sasuke thrusting into his hand and the star pattern in his eyes if he hadn’t just been correctly identified. He sucked his teeth and stood up, grumbling, “You just had to stick your nose into a place it didn’t belong didn’t you…”

He would’ve killed him right then and taken his eyes if it weren’t for what Sasuke said next, “I’m so sorry, Menma. I-I didn’t know…” 

He really was annoying.

Instead, Menma clasped his hands together with the index and middle fingers raised to form the sign of the tiger and channel his chakra. “Just shuddup! I don’t need any of your stupid apologies!” He screamed, making no attempt to mask his voice anymore and slamming his open right hand onto the ground.  A bit of Sasuke’s seed spread from the site of impact and an eight-pronged seal continued further still until it encompassed Sasuke.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Suppress,” Menma choked out and Sasuke’s head fell limp. He carried him back to The Leaf and left him on a bench. He would wake up and remember nothing. 

Menma had never really gotten along with Sasuke. Sasuke was all the things Menma wasn’t, but Sasuke had shown him empathy. For that, Menma would let him live. He would find his sharingan elsewhere.

@narutokinktober

@bitchbot3000

[snowfolly]

for the WIP ask game- those titles are all great and have me intrigued, but if I have to pick just one: All Things Devour

Thanks so much for the ask! I got the title of this one from a song that I do love, and I don’t have a ton written on it but here’s a bit of it!

“It had seemed to Astarion that all he had ever known was hunger. Before his death he had only been peckish though, rising in the ranks of Baldurian society he had gathered a taste for riches and glamour.

He had sampled the gilded crumbs of debauchery amongst the elite and he had found them quite to his liking. He had enrobed himself in silks and diamonds, had sipped wine from gold and crystal goblets, both of which cost more than most peasants would ever see in a lifetime. He had indulged in carnal pursuits used to grandstand and garnish attention and ultimately he had become a glutton for power, power which led to his famine.

Astarion had never known true hunger like the ever unsatiated, unnatural emptiness that had taken over every shred of his being after his untimely death. He was voracious, animalistic, violently craving the blood of sentient creatures every single second of his pathetic undead existence.

But he had been denied that abundance every single second.

He had been starved to the brink of madness for nearly two hundred years.

But he hadn’t been broken.”