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creatureheart · 9 months

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Welcome!

Welcome to a simple blog for me to explore things about myself and my nonhuman identity, and to simply reblog relevant posts and things that I like.

You can call me Pandora. New nicknames are welcome. They/It

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Replies, comments and asks/submissions are always welcome.

BYF below — please read because the only one to blame if you see something you don't like is yourself. If you don't like/agree, just block and move on

I am an Adult(Dec '93). If you are not ok with this, and I follow you, please soft block, or block me to keep yourself comfortable.

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I am Queer/Asexual and Indigenous(Australian).

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Most of this blog will be SFW, but there still might be possible adult content on this blog, which will be tagged. Keep this in mind if you are a minor or do not wish to see such!

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I try to tag everything that I reblog with general, wide tags when they are useful. Use the content filter options and/or xkit to stop from seeing what you don't want to see. I do not tolerate hateful comments towards anything "creepy crawlie"(bug, insect, snake, rats, etc) and will block on sight. I understand phobias and squicks, but they are animals that are just as worthy or respect as anything else is. This goes DOUBLE for anyone that makes comments on people's pets.

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I'm not here for drama and discourse, don't drag me into it or tell me about it.

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I use the word Queer. If you do not believe in reclaiming slurs or you tag things as "q slur" just block me. I am also kink positive, pro-sex education, pro-sex worker, etc. TERFS, SWERFS, Radfems, Gender-Criticals, Truscum/Transmed, Anti-Mogai, Exclusionists, Aphobes(Ace+Aro-phobic), LGBwithouttheTQ, etc are not welcome.

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I am of the old internet mindset of "if you don't like it, don't look" and "don't go looking for things you know you don't like/you know will upset you." I don't really have a set DNI (though some of the things I will never tolerate are mentioned in here) — I block, unfollow and filter liberally, because it is not on other people to cater my online space for me. If I see something I don't like, I remove it from my sight and move on. I take ZERO responsibility for other's online experience as this is my blog. If you see anything you don't like that I post or reblog, just unfollow and/or block. People just looking for an argument or who are rude will be blocked and possibly reported. Comments will be deleted. Neil Gaiman's Essay: Why defend freedom of icky speech? Video: "On the Ethics of Boinking Animal People"

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I'm old and tired, and kids these days would probably label me a "proshipper" as I believe there is way more nuance to this entire thing than simply the black and white mindset that the internet & fandom communities have shifted to over time. I do not condone any taboo or problematic content IRL. But it is not my place, or my right to tell others what they can and cannot do in fiction/fantasy. It's unrealistic to believe that anything created that holds taboo or problematic content means the one who created it condones it IRL. This falls along the same kind of mindset mostly conservative parents spat that "violent video games make people violent", which we all know is not true. Censoring problematic content will not stop people from creating it. They will just create it where you cannot see it, which in turn could make it harder to find, and harder to stop when actual harm is dealt. Can fictional/fantasy content affect reality? Sure! I will never say otherwise. But to believe that it always does is, again, unrealistic, and assuming that most people cannot differentiate between the two. Fiction and fantasy were created for people to be able to entertain ourselves, and to explore topics that we never would, or were impossible, in the real world in the safety of our minds and spaces we created. The actions of those who use fictional content as a reason to do taboo and problematic things in real life is entirely on them, and they need to seek professional help for their paraphilias, or harmful actions. If something... - happens between two(or more) consenting ADULTS - makes someone happy - does not harm themselves or anyone/anything IRL ...then what other people do is none of my business.

Dividers by benkeibear

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thesquirrelqueer · 5 months

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an open letter to @assmuncher27

I am so unbelievably sorry if I’ve hurt you in any way. The actions of my followers are not in my control, and if you are a follower of mine and sent them hate, you are NOT someone I want following me. That is NOT okay at all and I do not condone harassment done in my name.

I blocked you while ago because I found you annoying for spamming the tag, I’ve blocked a lot of people for much less, it’s not personal.

There were several other people on TikTok that I saw that were being rude about Will Roland, that was why I made posts about it both on here and on TikTok because I'm lazy and I like to cross post ideas of posts. I also had no idea that you were one of the people talking about Will Roland on TikTok until you mentioned it in your post. But also that was many months ago so I barely remember what I said or who else inspired my posts.

As for the bootleg discourse, forgive me for misunderstanding your posts, that’s on me. I assumed that your constant use of tags such as “two river bootleg” meant you were claiming that the posts you made were of screenshots of a supposed bootleg that you hadn’t found in video form but HAD found screenshots proving its existence. I also may be misremembering details because I don't have very good memory.

The only reason I made that post was because I wrongfully assumed you were saying that the screenshots you posted were from a bootleg, and for that I apologize. I also made a tiktok about it as well because if I put effort into a post I'm gonna end up cross platform posting it because as I said I’m lazy. I also never mentioned you by name because I specifically did not want people going after you, a common courtesy that I see you have not extended to me. Although looking back on it, even I could’ve been more vague about you, so I apologize for that as well, it was a dick move to say this

I do not wish for this to escalate any further and I am sincerely sorry for any harm I have inadvertently caused. Even it was not my intention, harm is still harm and I take full responsibility for my actions. If it would make you more comfortable, I would fully be up for trying to find these old posts about any of these situations and removing them. If you would like to have a conversation privately with me about any of this, I have unblocked you for the time being. This is the last post I will be making publicly about this topic.

- Dani

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aceinacloset · 8 months

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A clown obsessed girl ranks all of the different versions of Circus Baby because I have an obsession with her.

I'm ranking every single version of Baby the franchise has created only out of boredom.

I'm ranking them from best to worst.

Topping In at number 1 'Circus Baby'

The OG, the classic, practically perfect in every way, Circus Baby.

She was a very well written antagonist for what I thought was a new story fnaf was building, she was a breath of fresh air from the purple guy and I love it. She was intimidating, calculated, manipulative, and tragic. She was an evil you couldn't help but sympathize with like 'damn I feel bad they went through this shit, I don't condone the murder but…' and best of all nothing about her character was kept hidden or obscured from us, we were given everything and just left to collect it all and judge her on our own, I wish more people would do that with characters. Anyway I really feel this is the best version of Baby you could ever find in this franchise and I love her with all my heart.

Coming in close 2nd, 'Ennard'

Ok ok I know Ennard isn't technically Circus Baby, but she Is apart of Ennard so I'm still counting it. Ennard being second isn't a negative on Ennards part only on the lack of screen time, like give me more fnaf. Other than that Ennard is just as great as Baby. I love their design, love how threatening they are, love how they kill and hide themselves as a person. Ennard is based. I have nothing else to say they are just great, I just wish they got more time in the franchise.

Off to the 3rd is, 'The Plushbaby's'

They are my little gremlin children. Yes I've adopted them, they are mine. I understand some people's dislike of the plushbabys I mean they are basically the modern Balloon Boy to sum, but I found their level in HW strangely fun. The reason they are in 3rd is because I can't believe they would be able to kill me, they are a plushie I could just kick them, I wouldn't, but I could. I love them because they are like tiny little babs, I picture them following CB in a little line, shuffling along behind her. The plushkins in the DLC are also wonderful and made me love the Plushbaby's even more, and the Scrap Plushbaby's are just as adorable.

4 below 3 '8-bit baby'

Just look at her she is babe ❤️🥺.

Lucky number 5 is, 'Scrap Baby'

I really wish I could put her higher on this, but sadly her design can't save her from the terrible writing. I don't know what it is. Something about the way she is written irks me, like there's a pivotal piece missing for her change from SL to 6 to make sense. I feel if her character was kept more consistent with CB or her character change felt more natural and actually shown to us then I would be whistling a different tune, but sadly since this isn't the case she has to get 5th. I still like her just not as much as ones higher on this list.

6 isn't anything to scoff at with, 'Heartsick Baby'

Yeah I'm even adding the AR skins. The skins aren't high on this list because we'll there skins, they ain't got much else going for them except looks. Heartsick Baby as a skin is wonderful, I just kinda wish her bow and arrow was like a crossbow attached to her arm. I feel it would give Scrap Baby claw arm vibes you know.

7 ain't all that bad, 'Broiler Baby'

I like this skin. I just wish more was done with it, you know, like it needed more.

You have now reached the bottom, these are the absolute worst versions of Circus Baby the franchise has created, at least that's how I feel about them at least. I couldn't put one before the other because both of them bring me ungodly amounts of rage when I see them.

Now before I rip into these two I'm here to say if you happen to like these two no hate towards you, and more power to yah. I mean no true harm to you, I'm just a salty person hating a fictional character. That being said

In the pits of hell, 'TFC Baby and Eleanor'

[They don't get images because I hate them so much]

I cannot describe how frustrating these two are as characters. Maybe it's Eleanor, such an inconsistent and annoying evil that would make William Afton blush, or maybe TFC Baby's frustrating writing that not even Scrap Baby has, or maybe it's the fact neither of these bitches are even Baby. Their origins are completely different or non-existent to Baby's story. No none of these, ok yes these, but these pale in comparison to the main thing that irks me about these two.

These two are the physical manifestations of how I feel the franchise sees and will continue to see Circus Baby as a character, not as a determined, competent, dangerous, yet tragic threat but as a one dimensional sexyfied villain with nothing going for them except about how evil they are. Whether they intentionally made TFC baby sexy or not (let's face it, if it wasn't intentional I wouldn't be talking about it.) doesn't change the fact that they had no reason doing this, let alone to a character that is big enough and thick enough to kick TFC Baby like a football (I already talked about this) and Eleanor is no better She's like even thinner like malnourished thin, and she isn't even CB she's literally just a bitch who stole CB's fit.

Now I would let this slide kinda if at least they were written well, but there not. Eleanor is a one dimensional villain and TFC Baby is a William Afton kiss ass.

I wanted to like these characters 'cause others liked them so that must mean there is something good about them right? I found nothing except more reasons to hate them, again if you like one of these two go off king, queen, or nonbinary bean you keep doing that I'm just gonna stay far away from that.

Also I will not be convinced otherwise, TFC Baby wants what M3gan has.

TFC Baby fell so M3gan could walk on her corpse and strut to the end.

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desert-bluffs-and-me · 1 year

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The thing that amused me about the 'do you like Kevin and Desert Bluffs' poll is that a lot of those who voted no did so purely because 'Kevin did bad things'. Like, yes? It was a major driving point of the show, still one of the more interesting arcs, but we know he's not actually evil and that he was changed by Strex and there's so much to his story despite how little we hear of it? How is that not fascinating to you? How do you not 'love to hate' him, at least, instead of just hating him?

Now, I'm not saying people aren't allowed to dislike Kevin/Desert Bluffs. I don't need people to like me, the things I like, the people I like, or the characters I like, but it's so funny in an interesting way to be reminded that some people really do just look at a villanous character of any kind of go 'yes, I am going to absolutely hate you for hurting {good guy} forever!' and it doesn't matter to them if the character is a sympathetic villain, or was being forced to do bad things, or even had a redemption arc. They just, hate that character, like actually hate them forever (and sometimes can't even handle that people like that character in any way*). There's only a handful of characters I don't like (and certainly don't 'hate') and it's entirely down to them just having personalities I don't like (Michelle Nyugen, baby, you're such a wildcard but you get under my skin) or just weren't written very well (in my opinion) like Sabina/the 'Niecelet' and the guy from the eGemony episodes. These are the only reasons I'd ever allow myself to write off a character as not 'neutrally liked'. I don't know, maybe I'm just kind of a weird person? I can't ever say I've hated a WTNV and even wished harm onto them or wished for them not to exist (well, not wished hard at least) because they're all so vibrant and have a niche they fit into, and the villanous characters are written so well and make everything so exciting! I mean, technically the FOW and Hiram are also villains and I couldn't imagine NV without them or hate them. I guess just the concept of 'villain = hate' is so foreign to me because I've always enjoyed a well written villain that I looked at these reasons and just went 'huh!' as if I didn't know how strict other peoples morals are. I guess that's on me lol {for legal reasons this post is light-hearted and slightly whimsical and almost flippant in tone and OP acknowledges the rights others have to disagree with his opinions} *Reminder that liking a villanous character is not the same as condoning their actions!

#wtnv #welcome to night vale #kevin of desert bluffs #wtdb #welcome to desert bluffs

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0junemeatcleaver0 · 2 years

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Feeling just a wee bit torn re: attempting to heal the rift in the fandom. For, like, several reasons.

Not the least of which is the matter of theory vs. praxis. Everyone I have personally spoken to in this fandom has seemed to be on the same page. Racism is bad. Pedophilia is bad. Transphobia is bad. Etc.

But we're gonna have a damned hard time getting to the praxis bit if we can't even agree on how the stuff above actually manifests in a harmful way.

Not liking the casting for the new show doesn't automatically make you a racist. It simply doesn't. There are many non-malicious reasons for being hesitant to accept Jacob!Louis ranging from "I don't trust white showrunners to handle his story with the level of care it deserves" to "even from what we've seen of him in the Louis garb, he just looks like Some Guy™️ (I feel this way about Sam personally--I really think the only one ethereal looking enough to be a convincing vampire is Bailey tbh).

Shipping is not pedophilia. Can it squick you personally? Sure. I'd it well within your right to not want to engage in it? Also yes. There are ways to block things tagged for content you don't wish to see. But exploring power dynamics in fantasy is not the same thing as condoning real life abuse. Full stop. I've already reblogged a great break down debunking the notion that fiction negatively affects reality in any meaningful way and while the post is written in the aggressive tone of someone sick of having to have the same tired argument for the umpteenth time, it is worth a read.

And from what I've been able to gather, most of us are aware of and have blocked that one fuckhead TERF. Good on us for immediately agreeing on something and no, that's not sarcasm. Good job team.

And as far as praxis goes. Well. Again we're gonna have to reign it in and be realistic about what the "how" is going to look like.

Which is where I should probably address my own role in all this. Because I know as discussions continue, this post will make it onto the dash of someone I have long since blocked and they will immediately see it and think, "that's rich, coming from you".

And perhaps. We've all seen the callout post I made a while back. And it's hard for me not to continue to stand by everything I said. I still think that a lot of the white folks who were most vocally calling others (on this platform specifically) racist aren't great at allyship work. With the clarity of hindsight, I think that stems from being young, growing up under surveillance culture, and living in an era where slacktivism feels like the only thing available to them. The cause isn't malicious, even if the effects are.

Do I regret some of my phrasing and things I overlooked? Yeah. When going over the "listen to POC bit", I should have delved deeper into the fact that, quelle surprise, POC aren't a hive mind. You'll hear differing opinions. There's a lot of nuance there and you're going to have to cast your opinion net pretty wide, listen to all these different opinions, and extrapolate from there. Because having 1-2 black friends who agree with you means fuck all in a world where Candice Owens exists. People with opinions that are ultimately harmful to themselves exist in every group, sorry to break it to you. Allyship is hard because it requires building a very nuanced lens through which to view the world. It requires you to acknowledge the Candice Owneses of the world while recognizing the pain and fear that led them to having the opinions they do, as well as listening to and engaging in meaningful, educational discussions with people who hold opinions you view as ignorant. It's work. That's what makes it work. Screaming at someone will not change their mind. Trying to rationally 'debate' someone with illogical opinions will not work because they didn't use logic to form those opinions. And that's hard work! But it does work and it's worth it.

And I don't know that I drove all of that home in my original post.

Do I regret dunking so hard on SM at the end of that post? Yes and no. Working on yourself as a person is a continuous journey and while intellectually I know that the "bully the bullies" approach I took in high school (and that post) stems from growing up in a carceral society where punishment is in much higher a regard than harm reduction and education, I also won't lie to you and claim that deep down I don't sometimes feel like a good tongue lashing isn't earned on a 1:1 basis.

Which is another sidebar point, which is we should all be honest about where we may have individually dropped the ball here, and be honest with ourselves about why we did it to prevent such instances in the future.

At the end of the day, if I'm being 💯 honest, the only way in which I feel remorse for the end of that post is the constant wondering I've done since publishing it about how my vitriol may have impacted SM's friend group. Could they have otherwise seen him as being a disingenuous snake before having to ultimately oust him for treating his friends poorly? I may never know.

Yes, I have been told about that. Alexa, play Everybody Talks.

Anyway. Praxis.

Whatever we all decide moving forward, we all need to be on the same page if we're going to make this thing work. But I think before we get to that point, we're all gonna have to bury the hatchet, whatever that's gonna look like for those involved in whatever beef.

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septembersghost · 1 year

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So I have a ticket to her concert for end of this month and honestly I don’t even know if I want to go. I been defending Taylor since debut. But at this point as Jewish women I know she wouldn’t defend me and just hurts.

i'm so sorry you feel this way and completely hear you, and this has been a particularly hard thing because i always felt a very safe space with taylor, because she IS so close to many jewish people and obviously loves them, and i think jack's defense of matty as this sensitive misunderstood genius kind of underscores the tone deafness and privilege of her entire friend group. jack has always been proudly jewish and outspoken about antisemitism, yet he doesn't seem to realize that "provoking a response" by weaponizing antisemitism is antisemitic. this post explained this a bit: they see it at face value, that he likes to say and do shit to rile people up, but they're not delineating that as right/wrong or as causing harm because that's not their pov, which is lousy and inexcusable but typical for the industry.

this is also why i'm really angry today that people keep throwing around and misusing the word "n*zi," because that's categorically not what he is, and it dilutes the impact of that term and the weight of what it means and the true horror of its ideology by conflating it with dirtbag edgelord behavior that is still harmful and hurtful, but isn't advocating for our deaths. i don't actually believe m*tty hates or wants to destroy jewish people, i think he has prejudiced biases and is too immature and lacking in empathy to understand why using the salute and telling stereotyping jokes onstage and sharing a "list of jews" is harmful. just like he doesn't perceive anything he's done as racist despite the fact that it is. he's so disaffected and disconnected that he thinks his dumb bad actions raise awareness. he's a whole idiot bigot garbage person. but he is not a n*zi.

i don't believe for one moment that taylor would condone jewish people or poc being attacked or feeling unsafe, but i do think she is in a bubble and very lacking in clarity on social issues and general awareness of impact. what's made this additionally awful, to me, is feeling unsafe in the fandom at large now, because of the way marginalized fans have been treated by some.

none of this helps or changes what you're feeling, i understand. again, i am so sorry this has hurt you and made you not want to go to something that should be a joyous event. only you can decide what to do. if you think it'll still make you happy and you'll regret not going, you can allow yourself that happiness to go, because it's not ultimately about her at that point. if you think it'll make you feel sad or worse, you can consider selling your ticket so that at least you won't be out the cost. completely your choice and anything you choose for your heart is right. i know this hurts and i wish i could make it easier. :( *hugs*

#anonymous #letterbox #thrown out speeches

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altijdjouwnaantje · 1 year

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I'm not gonna say you're bad or wrong for still clinging to hp or that you have to let it go because it's not my place, but that strength came from you and you can love so many better things and make so many better things. You don't need to cling to someone else's work like that.

And death of the author doesn't even mean that, it means that the reader's interpretation is just as valid as the writer's and that when analyzing literature you don't have to go look up what the author really meant when writing something. It doesn't mean "It's mine now." You can keep clinging to it if you want to, but I think you deserve better.

You are right on many counts. It's not your place. Harry Potter did not give me strength, that did come from me. A person can become physically stronger by lifting dumbells, by doing pushups or by laying bricks. It doesn't really matter how they build muscle mass, just that they do. And okay, maybe using kettlebells would have given different gains and maybe the person had bad form doing pushups, but they found a way to consistenly build their strength.

Harry Potter is definitely flawed. I know these books inside and out, and as I matured I see more flaws in these books now than I did as a kid. Just the same as I now see that my mum is not a flawless being who can fix everything and knows it all. You grow up, and your perspective changes.

But just like I won't renounce my mum for being an imperfect person, I will not renounce these books which were the tools I used to build my psychological strength, my critical reading skills, my creative and collaborative writing skills, my social skills, etc.

I do not cling to these books anymore, definitely not like I once did. Harry Potter is no longer the buoy I'm holding onto for dear life. I love better things and I make lots of things and I don't know if they're better but at leat the process of creating gives me joy.

I do not cling to them, but they stick with me. I got so much out of these, a lot more than the author put in. I keep getting a lot from them, not by actively engaging but just by virtue of how deeply ingrained it all is. I spontaneously relate things back to characters and plot lines because they were such a big influence on my life during my formative years.

Maybe I would have found other tools to help me grow, maybe something else would have helped me save myself too. Then again, maybe not.

I used these books to keep me alive, and while I have better things to keep me alive now, I want to be able to return to them if I need to. They've proven to be serviceable to me. The money was spent between 25 and 15 years ago, keeping those seven volumes on my bookshelf is not giving anyone any more royalties. Those books will stay there, reminding me that I survived. I was drowning and grabbed a hold of what could keep me afloat. If I find myself drowning again, then at least I have visible proof there that I can make it through, because look, this is how you rescued yourself last time, you are strong, you can do this again.

As ever though: I do not condone the current views of JK Rowling. She has gotten radicalised and has become a harmful actor. I wish she'd change her views to be less hateful. I no longer have any interest in engaging with any of her further works. I am even more critical of her earlier works now. But I will always love those earlier works, flawed though they might be.

Also: do I deserve better? Undoubtedly. But if life has taught me anything, it's that you get what you get, whether you deserve it or not. I did not get better things when I needed them, and I got a lot worse too, which I definitely didn't deserve. You get what you get, and I got this and found it useful. I'm keeping this. It's mine now. She cannot have it back.

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thesaddestlittlebaby · 2 years

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Last updated: Tue, Oct 25 2022, 4:30 PM

~ This is a vent blog ~

This means that I will:

Post potentially triggering content

Talk about triggering topics

Generally voice my thoughts unfiltered

I will, however always tag things appropriately and mark all of my potentially distressing posts as mature. I am only not marking this post as mature because it is informative, however I am still tagging it with tw/cw tags to the best of my ability. If you see something that needs to be tagged or otherwise marked, please don't hesitate to tell me, as I will do so as soon as possible.

Please remember to look after your mental health as best you can. If you find content discussing mental illness, self harm, eating disorders, suicidal thoughts and actions, intrusive thoughts, and other related topics to be upsetting, I would strongly recommend leaving this blog now.

That said, it is also worth noting that as this is a sideblog, and as I would prefer not to be identified on my main blog, that I will not respond directly to comments or @ tagging. In lieu of replying via the comments feature, I will, however, screenshot comments and reply to them in a post, as well as reblog posts in which I am mentioned. I will also respond to most asks, and anon asks will always be enabled on principle.

With that aside, I suppose introductions are in order. I go by they/them pronouns, though I may grant permission to use it/its pronouns to those I trust completely. Anyone using the latter without permission, however, will be swiftly blocked. As far as names go, I haven't come up with a nickname for this account, and with my wish to remain anonymous I'd prefer to avoid using one attached to any of my other blogs. I may come up with one in the future, but for now I'm just nameless. That's about all about me that matters at the moment, so with that said, my DNI list can be found below the cut.

DNI if you:

Are xenophobic or exclusionarly in any way. This includes being racist, homophobic, transphobic, biphobic, panphobic, ableist, aro/ace exclusionary, etc

Believe that poly people aren't part of the lgbtqia+ community

Are a terf/radfem/etc (Tradwife stuff is somewhat of a grey area, because I fully believe in a person's right to choose what they do with their life, however the connection to alt right circles does set off some alarm bells)

Are a MAP (People with intrusive thoughts can stay, though. Your bain being traitorous and forcing thoughts that you find abhorrent into your head doesn't make you a bad person.)

Support J.K. Rowling and or her works

Are anti-endo

Are anti age.re/pet.re, etc (Censored only so this post won't appear in search, seeing as this is a vent blog and not child safe)

Vilify mental illness

Don't support neopronouns (Including emoji pronouns.)

Are anti it/it's pronouns

Are a Trump supporter, antimasker, covid denier, etc. Your conspiracy theories are not welcome here

Crosstag posts with both strictly NSFT and s.fw tags (Mistakes are fine but they do need to be fixed)

Are anti-choice/pro-life

Are anti free healthcare, food, water, etc

Think autism and related quirks need a "cure" (I'm all for personal choice but I don't condone eugenics)

Think vent/trauma blogs aren't allowed to have DNIs (Surprisingly this is an actual take I have seen.)

Think DNI lists are bad or a waste of time

Yes I know it is a long list, but unfortunately it sort of has to be, because sadly far too many people suck. I would know, seeing as I'm running a damn trauma blog-

Anyway, that's all for now. I'll probably clean this up later when I have more energy, but for now it should serve as a decent placeholder.

Credit for the post cap banners goes to @/gateway-2000, and credit for the internal dividers goes to @/firefly-graphics (tags nullified because I don't want to tag anyone on a vent blog who's blog isn't also trauma based and who hasn't also given prior consent. I checked both and neither appeared as though they had a DNI, but if anyone finds any information suggesting that they would rather I not use it, I will remove the art from my blog right away.)

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is-very-sad · 3 years

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Warnings:mentions of past pain, fear and panic (attack), black magic? I do NOT condone toxic mind sets, nor do I glorify demons or sins This is a work of FICTION for ENTERTAINMENT and nothing else Disclaimer: I got inspired to make this crossover here, and I'm going to assume you have either a basic knowledge of Obey Me, or at least are willing to overlook that in favor of the experience. (Long af) Synopsis: You've been gone for days. Not even Diavolo and Barbatos can find you. That's a long time to be missing in the Devildom. Even longer for a human as you. They don't know where you could be. Simeon and Luke found nothing in the Celestial Realm. Solomon and countless contacts haven't found a trace in the human world. They begin to break. They're never seeing you again. Then Levi wanders to your room, intent on playing your favorite games and maybe stealing a used hoodie so he can fall asleep to your smell. Pretend you're still at home. Still well. Opening your computer; he sees something he hasn't dabbled much in. Genshin Impact. You'd gushed about numerous characters but he'd never looked at it himself. Maybe he'll wander for a while, maybe the new experience will distract him for an hour or several. And then he rushes to get Lucifer when he sees you soaked and shivering in your blood stained clothes on an island. Word count: 1,261

You were only alive because of a mixture of dumb luck and basic knowledge of magic. You high key wish you'd paid more attention when Solomon was tutoring you. At the least; you knew enough to keep the Teyvat people off your back. Long enough to lose them, at least. Through your "God" menu, you could see Levi trying to find a way into Genshin while his brothers pestered him with worry. It seemed he needed something he didn't have.. This was "your" world, could you give that something? You felt something almost questioning you. Yes, it was your permission he was lacking. And yet, it did nothing. You had spent half an hour trying to will it to let your demons through, but you couldn't quite force it. As frustration mounted, you lashed out in anger at the system. You had made some progress! Of course! You stewed for a while as your demons watched in confusion and worry at your sudden lack of action. You contemplated everything since your arrival. Every insult. Every assault. Every murder attempt. Many at the hands of the characters you loved. Your pact marks burn, fire of four appropriate colors circling you in complex sigils. How dare they harm your earned pride. You've survived HELL and they think they can treat you that way, God or not?? Something yields Greed and envy cloud you. They had so many good things, the archons. Power. Respect. You wanted the same. Surely you deserved it, especially after their pathetic behavior?? The pact marks pull Wrath burned your heart. You want to hurt them. Make them suffer as they did you. THEY DESERVE TO EXPERIENCE YOUR PAIN. HOW DARE THEY CALL THEMSELVES GODS?! In a blaze of multi-colored fire, your demons appear before you. Naturally, Mammon is before you first, clearly still calming from the panic and desperate fury from when they were searching for you. Lucifer tries to keep a semblance of order as Satan begins putting his human anatomy studies to use, checking you over with a more precise - if mildly deranged- eye. You try to recover yourself from the magic. Throwing yourself into sinful magic is one thing, another when you're also the master of their avatars. The four greater sins still threaten to cloud your reasoning. When you're fully you again, you see Beelzebub finishing up some last injuries of yours. Even as a demon, he still has some residual healing magic from his cherub days. Despite Asmo and Mammon babbling at you in a panic, you focus on Satan. "Mittens, will you please breathe for me?" Satan's slitted eyes jump to you the moment you started speaking. Noxious tar drips from his talons, skin partially cracked and burning hellfire. His horns curve in spite of his mostly human

appearance. He doesn't respond, but you see him trying to regain composure. His eyes are looking everywhere but the few wounds you still have. Giving the gentle smile you know calms him, you turn to address the drama queens of the group. "Mammon, Asmodeus" They stop babbling for a moment, caught off guard both from your tone and the fact you haven't called them by their first names since half way through your first year at RAD. "I'm fine, I'm still here." They both crumple as they cry. To your side, you feel Beelzebub exhale heavily, you can see the fear in his eyes. He almost lost another one. You tilt his head to look at you. "I'm right here, you haven't lost me yet." He smiles through a few tears as he finishes healing the final scratch mark on your shoulder. You're pretty sure it was from Venti's bow. Or was it Amber? Levi hugs you tightly from behind, tail wrapped around your waist. You whisper sweet nothings to him before he has a chance to enter a full blown panic attack. You don't bother doing much when Belphegor somehow forces his way past his brothers to lay in your lap. You idly pet his hair the way he likes to calm his shaking. What would he have done if he lost the one he'd… The one… He snarls to himself as he harshly forces the thought out of his head. Meanwhile, you look up to see four raven black wings shielding you all from the sun. Lucifer is glowering at you, eyes both soft as his feathers and hard as his horns. You smile at him. His gaze hardens. But you know him. He's trying to keep composure. You can almost see his thought process in his eyes. On one hand, he wishes he could be frustrated. Why do you always find trouble?? Why can't you just be safe for once?? But you can see the other side too. He almost lost the one that did so much for his brothers without question. The one that made them into better people in spite of their demonhood. By his father he almost lost his vesper. His hands begin to clench. As his wings encompass his family, he lets his walls down in front of his brothers for the first time in an eon. And despite their best efforts, it feels almost like permission. They all cry as they hold you. They almost lost the one person they've all loved so purely. The only one they've loved so purely since the Fall. It's some time before you all recover. At their worried eyes, you begin to explain from the beginning. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You'd wished you'd lied. They didn't make it halfway through the story before Satan was about to commit genocide, and the rest weren't doing much better. In the end you had to use the pact with a shout of "SIT" to keep them from charging blindly into the horizon with intent to kill. It took quite some time, but eventually you felt their resistance to your order dwindle. Even then, you waited to make sure they were in control again. You thought about finally returning home, after weeks (from your end) of running and eating what random fruit you could. You just wanted this nightmare to be over. Or did you? Whispered one of your inner voices. You remember the utter feeling of betrayal as you were chased by your beloved characters. Satan and Asmo noticed first. Satan tried not to look too excited as he felt your Wrath rising. Asmo didn't bother hiding his at all. The others watched as you begun shaking with all the pain you'd been through. Suddenly Amso and Satan were worried again, as were the rest. With a mental snap, you release them from their orders. They scramble to their feet in an attempt to comfort you again. A shame, then, that you didn't want comfort. "Leviathan," They all froze from the power and sin in your voice. Levi especially. This wasn't you calling your gaming buddy. This wasn't you calling for your dear Levi chan.

Your Otaku guide. You were calling for the Leviathan. You were calling for the Grand Admiral of the Devildom's Navy. You were summoning The Hellmouth. You were summoning the Avatar Of Envy. You turned to Levi with equal amounts of hate and sorrow in your eyes. "I've kept the portal open, summon Lotan, summon the sirens. Bring forth your army of the Depths." And the brothers shivered. This wasn't the human that bumbled their way through the Devildom. This wasn't the human that pouted when they got a surprise necromancy exam. This was [First] [Middle] [Last] Master of the seven Princes of Hell.

#obey me #sagau #self aware genshin #genshin imagines #obey me imagines #om! shall we date #Villain sagau #genshin cult au

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ladydimitrescuspet · 3 years

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Everything I Do For You Is Out Of Love [NSFW]

AO3 Link! long time since I've actually posted one of these smut dialogue prompts! I was having trouble with this one, couldn't quite figure out how to get it to work until I remember some mad idea I had about a fic. but please enjoy, tell me what you think, apologies for any and all grammatical errors, and please read the warnings first! also just wanna say that even tho I wrote this, doesn't mean that I condone Alcina's behaviour. this is not a healthy relationship, it's toxic.

And as promised, you can vote on my au poll again, your choices: you au, pirate au, and titanic au! voting closes at midnight est, happy voting!

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warnings: toxic love, blood, torture??, bodily harm, consensual sex, masochism??, sadism??, a bit of bondage, and aftercare! so sorry if I missed any, feel free to tell me and I'll add them!

48. "I can’t wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin." + angry sex

You were jolted awake by the sound of something shattering. You let out a small sigh, you knew what it meant when Alcina was in one of her moods. You called out to Eliza, the maid Alcina had set up across the hall from her bedchambers. "Eliza, come quickly, please!" You said it as loud as you possibly could, knowing that the woman would still be awake enough to hear you.

Eliza yawned and rubbed her eyes as she entered the room. "What's it this time, Y/N?" She asked.

"The Lady seems to be in a mood, the mood. I'm assuming her talk with Mother Miranda didn't end well, as they usually don't." You said as you got out of the bed. Your words snapped Eliza out of her sleepy state.

"Oh, dear, we'd better get you ready then." Eliza replied. "Where's the Lady keep her ropes, the trunk?" You gave a hum in reply, indicating that she was correct. "And you remember the safe word, yes?"

You nodded your head. "I remember, it's roses." You answered. "You'll have to help me get the ropes tied. The last time I did it, I fell to the floor and Alcina wouldn't stop laughing at me. She laughed so much that she brightened her own mood and we ended up cuddling the whole night." You had a small smile on your face as you told Eliza that. "But I doubt she'd want a repeat of that so I'll need your help." You said as you stripped your clothes off, only wearing your undergarments.

You stood up on the stool Eliza had brought you so you wouldn't just be hanging from the ceiling from your wrists. "It's important that you stay on this stool until the Lady arrives and can properly make sure nothing happens." Eliza said as she wrapped the rope around them, tying them up. She tugged on them before speaking. "That's not too tight, is it?"

"No, it feels just fine. I know Alcina will appreciate you helping me out." You replied.

Eliza let a small frown settle onto her face. She was always fussing over your wellbeing since your arrival to the Castle. She was the protective mother you wish you had had growing up. Eliza became even more protective when you became Alcina's companion. One of the reasons why she was moved from her old room down with the other servants to across the hall from Alcina's room.

"It shouldn't be long before the Lady arrives. I'm sure her girls are out and about the Castle so I'll go downstairs and get some tea going. It'll be waiting to come up for the two of you once the Lady rings for it. You make sure to be safe now, alright?" Eliza gave you a small smile when you nodded at her before she left the room.

You were now left all alone, standing on a stool attached to a rope hanging from the ceiling, waiting for your Lady to arrive. You could never tell if this was a punishment or a reward, the way she used you after her upsetting phone calls to Mother Miranda. The first time had been so abrupt that you barely registered what happened. After the first time, you hid when you heard crashing coming from her study, knowing exactly what would happen when she came into the room and found you hiding in her closet. The smile she'd given you haunted you for weeks. But after a while, this became the norm. You were no longer afraid of what was happening, you kind of enjoyed it after a while. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a door opening a closing.

Golden eyes stared at the sight of you, her tongue darting out to lick at her lips as she stalked towards you. "My, my, look at you waiting for your Mistress like a good little pet." Alcina said, her voice slightly low. She circled you a few times before stopping in front of you, her finger under your chin. "I can't wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin of yours." You couldn't help but shiver at her words.

As her eyes ran over your body, you saw her frown. "You're still in clothes, darling, that's not how I like you." Soon you were bare, feeling the tips of her claws on your body. You hissed as she dug the tip of one of them into your shoulder, her mouth on the wound quickly. "You taste marvelous, draga mea."

"Thank you, My Lady." Your response was met with a slap and you whimpered.

"I don't believe I gave you permission to speak." Alcina hissed at you. "You should be grateful I haven't kicked that stool from under your feet. I should let you dangle there, but I won't. I'm sure Eliza would have my head if she could if you were to go to her broken." Alcina rolled her eyes. "Pick a number one through ten, quickly."

"Six." You replied.

The Lady smiled. "I'll take it easy on you this time." You braced yourself as she punched you in the stomach. Is that what she called taking it easy? You could taste the blood in your mouth. "Five more, sweetness." The next one was to your cheek, opposite of the one she slapped. Her aim was off a little and she caught your nose, more blood. "You're taking these like a champ, little one." It made you angry how easily excitable she got at causing you pain, but she still looked gorgeous even if it was due to you being in pain. The next four came swiftly, all to your stomach. You cried out in pain after the fourth one, blood getting on the Lady's dress as you coughed. "Oh dear, I loved this dress. You're going to have to pay for that." She said with a shake of her head.

"I'm, I'm so s-sorry, My-" She cut you off with another slap.

Alcina clicked her tongue at you. "I still didn't give you permission to speak." Alcina said as she went to find her cigarette holder. She light a cigarette, blowing the smoke in your face causing you to scrunched it up as you turned your head. "Oh, did you not like that, pet? Look at me when I'm speaking to you." You turned your head to face her again.

You let out a scream as she pushed the cigarette into your shoulder, right over the wound she'd inflicted upon you earlier. She chuckled at your reaction before going to your backside. You felt something wet on your back, realising that it was her tongue before you felt her lips pressing against you.

"You're being so good for me, love." Alcina said into your ear causing you to shiver, letting out a small groan as a bit of pain ran through your body. "Tell me, how did you know that I'd like to find you like this when I came in the room? Perhaps I would've been lenient and just taken you right on the bed."

You gulped. "Well, I... I thought that when I, uh, heard the, um, th-the noise..." You trailed off as the Lady continued peppering your neck in kisses. "M- my Lady?" You questioned.

"Yes, love?" Alcina hummed. "What noise did you hear, darling?" Alcina asked when you didn't continue speaking.

"You threw something." You replied, whining when Alcina moved away from you.

Alcina hummed. "And do you know why I threw something?" You nodded your head. "Of course you do. I almost always get in a rage after I speak to Mother Miranda. But do you know why she called?" Alcina asked. You shook your head this time. "She called to talk to me about you." Alcina said.

You? Why would Mother Miranda call Alcina to talk about you? "Why would she... why?" You asked.

"She said that you're a distraction, that I need to stay focused on the experiments instead of you." Alcina replied. She grabbed your legs, holding them in the air as she moved the stool over so she could sit down. "But I could never take my focus away from you, draga mea." Alcina said quietly before licking your thigh. You gasped when she bit down on your flesh but not hard enough to draw blood. She did this a few more times, alternating between your thighs. The bites were painful for a while, but they dulled down.

You whimpered when her tongue trailed up your thigh, stopping so close to where you wish her mouth was. "B-but you'd be disobeying Mother Miranda," You replied. "Forgive me, My Lady, but I'm just, you shouldn't-" You were cut off by Alcina pressing a finger into you. "I... I... More, please." You begged a bit.

Alcina moved her finger in and out of you at a slow pace. "What was it that you were trying to say, darling?" Alcina asked, pressing a small kiss just below your belly button causing you to shiver again. "Don't be quiet now, love. Answer my question." Alcina said as she halted the movement of her finger.

You whined. "You shouldn't... let me continue to distract you, My Lady." You answered. You bucked your hips against her fingers to try and encourage her to continue fucking you, but she wouldn't budge. "Please, My Lady."

"Hush!" Alcina hissed as she pulled her finger from out of your body, putting the digit in her mouth to taste you. "You do taste divine, darling. Perhaps Miranda was right when she said you'd make a nice vintage." Alcina smiled at you before standing up. "Now, be good and stay still. I'm growing quite tired of you hanging here and if I have to see you dangle around in my face, I might just have some more fun and we wouldn't want that, now would we?" You shook your head. Which wasn't a good idea since your face still hurt from her punches.

When you were finally free from the ropes, Alcina dropped you to the floor knocking the wind out of you a bit. The kick she delivered to your side didn't help at all as you tried to grasp your breath. "My Lady, please." You coughed out, specks of blood getting on the carpet.

Alcina growled. "First you disrespect me, speaking out of turn. Trying to reprimand me for my actions of disobeying Mother Miranda. Now you have the absolute audacity to get your blood on my carpet? Not to mention the blood you got on my dress earlier." You curled in on yourself as best as you could until Alcina yanked you up into a standing position. "Get on the bed and don't move. I'm already risking you getting blood on the sheets by allowing this." Alcina said before heading into the bathroom. She came back with a bowl of water, soap, and washcloth. "Stay very still, lest you want your head to end up next to your body." Alcina said as she unsheathed her claws.

Your breathing grew harder as your eyes widened a bit. What was she doing? "My L-lady?" You asked, barely moving your lips. Alcina hummed. "What are yo-you doing?"

"I just need some of your blood." Alcina said as she pressed the tip of one of her clawed to the side of your neck. "Now, like I said, stay still or it'll hurt even worse." You closed your eyes, gritting your teeth and the claw dug into your skin, making a cut along your neck. You felt tears starting to form from the burning of the cut until you felt Alcina's tongue against you, soothing the pain away. "That wasn't so bad now was it, pet?" Alcina frowned when you didn't reply, grasping your hair in her hand to pull your neck back, making your eyes snap open. "I said that wasn't so bad now was it, pet, and I expect to be answered."

"No, My Lady, it wasn't, it wasn't bad, n-no." You replied. Despite Alcina's tongue healing your cut along where she licked it, the force of her pulling your head back made your neck hurt. You almost cried from the pain, your lip trembling, but you held yourself together. "My Lady?"

Alcina sighed. "Yes, darling?" She replied as she put the washcloth to your face to clean the dried blood. You stared at her for a bit, she grew a bit frustrated with your silence. "What is it, Y/N? Speak up." Alcina practically demanded.

Your eyes flickered down to your hands, watching your fingers tangle with each other. "Why are you... so, s-so mean to me?" You asked quietly. You felt Alcina's hand stop moving across your face but you didn't dare look up at her. You regretted the question as soon as it was asked.

"Darling, I'm not mean to you." Alcina said after a few moments of silence before continuing to clean your face, dropping the bloody washcloth into the bowl after she was down. "If I was mean to you, you'd be dead by now. Drink." She said, handing you a cup. Where did she get this from? What's in it? Smells like blood. "It's my blood and your blood, it'll help you feel better." You grimaced at her words. "Drink it yourself or I'll make you drink it."

You sighed reluctantly, taking the cup from her hands. You let out a deep breath before downing the contents of the cup in one go. It took everything in you to keep it from coming back up. Alcina gave you a small smile as you handed the cup back to her. "You're being so good, love." She pressed a kiss to your forehead and you leaned into her touch.

You could feel your eyes getting heavy when a large hand pushed you down onto the bed. "Wh-what?" You panicked a bit before realising that it was just Alcina.

"Eyes open, love, "Alcina commanded as her hand came under your chin. The smile she gave you when you looked into her eyes made your heart flutter. How could you ever question how Alcina acts towards you? Calling her mean, of all things. She loved you, you knew that. But something... something wasn't quite right, like a piece of the puzzle was missing. "You're mumbling, little one."

Mumbling? Did you say all of that out loud? Your face heated up at the embarrassment the realisation set upon you. "I'm sorry, My Lady." You apologised.

"Quite alright, darling. Shall we continue?" You nodded your head. You didn't exactly know what she meant, but you were grateful she asked. She wrapped her hand around your throat unexpectantly and you looked up at her with wide eyes, your hands coming up to grip her wrist. "Listen to me carefully. If I were as mean as you think I am, I could crush your windpipe right now. Strangle the life out of you. Imagine the look on poor Eliza's face if she saw your lifeless body because you made the foolish mistake to confuse my love and affection for you as meanness, cruelty even." You took in deep breaths of air when she finally let you go, rubbing at your throat and neck.

You wanted to apologise again, but you knew you didn't have permission to speak. "I think a little punishment is in order, don't you, love?" Alcina asked. Before you could answer, you were over her knee and you felt the sting of her hand on your ass. You let out a yelp, squirming against her legs only for her grip to tighten around you. "The one thing I do not tolerate in this castle is disrespect, you know that, little one. So why do you go out of your way to do it?" Alcina asked as she hit you again. She was not holding back with her hits. "Is it really so difficult to understand that everything I do for you, I do it out of love?" Another hit. You didn't realise that you'd started crying until you felt your tears hit your lips. You buried your face into Alcina's thigh as much as you could so it could absorb your sobs.

One moment you were over her knee, the next you were sitting in her lap, the Lady cooing at you. "So lovely for me, dear. So wet for me, too. Do you enjoy misbehaving, getting punished for it?" Alcina asked as her finger slipped inside you again. You shook your head at her question, sniffling as Alcina used her other hand to wipe your tears.

You brought your hand to rest on her arm as you moved against her finger. How dare she assume that you enjoyed misbehaving? You didn't. But the punishments for it were never bad, she went easy on you tonight. You convince yourself that she's gone easy on you all night. And that made a burst of anger bubble up inside you. "I'm not fragile, My Lady, you needn't treat me as such." You said, your voice as firm as you could possibly make it. It came out a bit gravelly from how sore your throat was from crying.

"No? You're not fragile, love, I know that. Do you dare question my intelligence?" Alcina asked. You quickly found your back up against the mattress, Alcina pinning you down. You watched as she got up from the bed, stripping her dress off "Every time I think you've learned, you disrespect me again. It's becoming a bit of a nuisance and I won't tolerate it. You know that. Maybe it is I that should be questioning your intelligence." Alcina growled before letting out a frustrated sigh.

You were losing her, you needed her back. "Wha-what did Mir-miranda say?" You asked.

Alcina's eyes flickered to yours. "That woman... first she called you a distraction." She opened up a draw and pulled out the strap-on, you gulped as you watched her put it on. "Then she had the nerve to tell me how she fantasised about making your hers." Alcina's eyes ran over your predatorily as she stalked toward you. "But you're mine, aren't you, love?" Alcina asked as she positioned herself over you, her cock pressing against your entrance, teasing you.

"Yours, I'm all yours, My Lady." You replied.

Alcina pushed into you. "Tell me I'm all you'll ever want." Alcina demanded as she pulled out before plunging back into you. "Tell. Me. Right. Now." She punctuated each word with a thrust, you cried out at how good she felt.

"You're all, you're all I'll ever want." You said into her shoulder. "My Lady, please, harder please," You begged as you started pushing against her to get her deeper inside you. You moaned as she thrust into you harder. "All yours, all yours." You mumbled.

Alcina smiled wickedly. "Yes, all mine." Alcina replied. "She'll never get her hands on you, on your blood, your body. Because it's all mine. You're all mine." She was upset at Miranda. She was taking her frustration out on you as soon as she walked in the door. Love and affection, protection, possessiveness, all for you. She did it all for you. Your nails clawed at her back as you wrapped your legs around her waist, groaning at how it pushed her even deeper inside you. "She'll never have this, never have you wrapped around cock, never be able to take you the way I do. Never." You whimpered against her, a form of reassurance.

"Never, My Lady. Never." You said. You could feel your orgasm building up as Alcina's lips started kissing down your jaw to your pulse point. You heard her breath in your scent, her lips grazing over your skin. You knew she wanted to bite you, you wanted her to, you wanted her to make you hers. "Bite me, My Lady. Make me yours. Let Miranda know who I belong to." You whispered into her ear.

Alcina growled again and you felt her teeth against your skin, biting your pulse point. You let out a sharp gasp as you pulled her closer to you, moaning as your orgasm washed over you. The mixture of pain and pleasure becoming too much for your body to handle. "Mine, all mine. My pet, my body, my blood, all mine." Alcina said against you as she placed bloody kisses all over you. "Mine, mine, mine."

You could feel your blood trailing down your neck, could clearly see it all over Alcina's face. She was beautiful like this. She was yours. You were hers. "Yours, My Lady. All yours." You murmured against her lips before kissing her. "And you're mine." You said softly as you pulled away. Alcina smiled at you before she pushed her body off of yours. You pouted at the loss of her against you, suddenly feeling empty. "Come back."

"Shh, love, I'm not going far." Alcina cooed at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead, her lips still sticky from your blood. She stayed true to her words, returning from the bathroom with clean water, a clean washcloth, and a towel. You watched as she washed the blood from your neck, face, and chest for the second time that night. "Are you alright, love?" Alcina asked.

You smiled at her, nodding your head. "I'm fine, Al. I was just... did she really say that?" You asked.

Alcina sighed, drying you off with the towel. "She did, love." Alcina replied. "But no need to fret over it, darling, she knows that she can't touch you. Can't have you." Alcina said. "Miranda may be strong, but my love for you is stronger. And if she even dared to touch what was mine, I wouldn't hesitate to tear her apart, she knows that." You nodded against the hand that was now resting upon your cheek. "Now, you ring for Eliza's tea and I'll get the cream for these bite marks. My blood can only do so much and it would be terribly rude of me to allow them to get infected."

You let out a small laugh. No, Alcina was not mean to you nor was she cruel. Everything she did was out of love, love for you. She loved you. And you loved her. You rang for Eliza despite how sore your body was and how much it protested the movement. Maybe that was something you did out of love. The way you assumed that she'd want to find you tied up, was that out of love? Was letting her treat you like a punching bag out of love? Marking you as hers, was that out of love too? You weren't sure, but you'd do it again if it meant being Alcina's and only Alcina's.

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The Book of You & I

➤ PJM: Series

⪧ The Book of You & I ✎✘⛓🗡 (non-idol!au, yandere!au, demon!au, horror!au)

➳Pairing: yandere!demon!jimin X fem!Reader

➳Warnings: Slight Choking, kissing.

*Note- Warnings will be added for each chapter.

➳Synopsis: You thought moving into your new apartment meant a great new start, but your pesky thoughts insist you go investigate what noises are occurring the floor above you, especially since no one lived in apartment 101.

➳Word Count: 222

➳Disclaimer: This fanfic is purely from my imagination, I do not intend to harm any Idol or person in any way. Nor sexualising them. Please do not steal any ideas from here, this is all of my work and original work. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOUR.

The Book of You & I ©Copyright <2022> Themochiverse

No part of the story can be copied, reproduced, redistributed or transformed into any other form. Meaning no photocopying, recording whether written or electrically. No methods are allowed that uses anything from this fic. This follows in the permitted Copyright Law. All images and videos go to their rightful owners.

A/N: I couldn't handle it anymore, I HAD to post a little sneak peek of the idea I had for the PJM series. Tell me, what do you think? (Did I reveal too much?) I'm still continuing Wanna Play btw~

You chose him… no scratch that

You found the book

He chose you

You were on the floor, body numb and weak as darkness illuminated you. Your surroundings were black, and the floor you were now lying on was black.

Jimin stood far from you, hands behind his back as he smiled wickedly. Within a second you see him hover over you, his shadow nowhere to be seen. He brings his face inches from yours, hands grasping your chin as his nails sink into your skin.

His hot breath fans over your lips, whispering, “You see my love, nothing can ever separate us, I’m the only one who will ever love you. We didn’t choose each other, the book did. The book of you and I.”

His irises turned black as something wrapped around your throat, pulling you up and tightening your throat as you feel the air sucked out of you.

Your soul weakening as Jimin presses his lips against yours, murmuring, “I love you.” Consuming your fear and feeble state, you hear pages flipping right beneath you. As Jimin moves his lips to your neck, you crane your head to look at the enchanted book you wished to never find before.

The small words imprinting,

"Don't be a fool... All hope is lost... The book is now at your cost."

#sneak peek #is it good?#anyways I'm like so excited for this series #i have a feeling it's going to turn out really good #I'm still continuing Wanna Play btw!#yandere kpop #yandere demon!jimin x fem!reader #horror au #The Book of You & I

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Yandere Gaara Headcanons

These are my interpretations of his persona and none of these are 100% accurate. I don't condone any of these actions in real life and all of this is purely fictional.

OH LORD MY FIRST NARUTO POST, HERE WE GO!!! I love Gaara so much like I don’t think yall understand, I’M OBSESSED. Anyways this ain’t about me, this is about yall and Gaara. When it comes to Gaara, there are two types that I would say but Naruto ended up reaching his heart so Gaara as a sadistic yandere is kinda off the table.

Gaara is a complex yet simple character and I dig it. Gaara strikes me as an overprotective, clingy, and obsessive yandere. I would say possessive/manipulative, but in all honesty, I don’t see that happening as much as I thought I would. You know the drill, let’s break it down!

As well all know, Gaara was born as a jinchuriki due to Shukaku and his father’s wishes. As a result he was born premature and it took his mother’s life (IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY). He is a cute and kind kid, but his father screwed it up with all the assassination attempts and all the kids seeing him as a monster. At one point he figured that he might as well become what people see him as. It honestly was a pity because I feel like his sibling could have helped him avoid that but again, his papa got in the way :)). 2

After Naruto broke his hard exterior and revealed a kind heart, he changed so much and he endured all the doubtful and suspicious gazes that the villagers gave him. I completely understand them because change isn’t that easy, but I also hated how they completely disregarded all his achievements as the youngest Kazkeage. As a yandere, he would be overprotective of his S/O a lot.

He is the Kazekage and a Jinchuriki, meaning that he has many enemies just wanting to do him harm and that includes hurting those who he likes. Doesn’t matter how strong you are, he will still worry and even take it upon himself to train you and spar with you to ensure you are somewhat prepared. On top of that, this isn’t like a modern world with no powers, chakra and jutsus exist so there is more danger than what the modern world holds. He just wants his S/O to be safe and you can bet that if he comes to find that someone treated you differently than what is expected, he would have to remind them basic manners because he’d be damned if someone hurt his S/O and the peaceful harmony that he tried restoring in the Sand Village.

Obsessive. I didn’t see this one as much but then I realized that he would want things to be perfect in a sense. He knows all too well about the darkness (especially when he tried to help Sasuke out of it as well) and tried to help people understand that it wasn’t a good path. I think that he would be obsessive about his S/O’s life in the sense that he wants to be there for when they need him the most. Invasive, yes because he would probably want to know what is going on in your life even if you aren’t ready to tell him.

Clingy. He isn’t one for PDA just because he hasn’t been exposed to it. I think of him as socially awkward because he isn’t one to converse as much unless he has to (Kage meetings, etc.) but once you show him love and displays of affection, he would slowly start to crave it more and more. His motivator to finish documents would be to be in his S/O arms. He might even get stressed out and for a break seek out his S/O and rest peacefully on their lap for some time. It’s all the things he missed growing up, the love of a parental figure (he has mommy and daddy issues tbh) that he will start to long and want to do with his S/O.

In terms of danger? I would say not that much because Naruto managed to change him so everyone thank Naruto because if not we would have stayed with sadistic Gaara who would sand coffin our asses. He honestly just wants love and affections from his S/O, someone to believe in him and to endure him because I honestly think that even with an S/O, he is not worthy of having one. He would second-guess any and all actions he takes because he would think he isn’t good for them and that they are stuck and miserable next to him. PLEASE SHOW HIM THAT’S NOT THE CASE, PLEASE I BEG. He would understand that he is a bit more difficult than most people when it comes to expressing his emotions but he does care and wants the best for his S/O. That’s all I think, and while requests are closed please consider requesting for Naruto because that show was my childhood.

#yandere #yandere anime #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere headcannons #yandere naruto #yandere naruto x reader #sabaku no gaara #yandere gaara #gaara #yandere gaara x reader #gaara x reader #yandere imagines #naruto #naruto x reader

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hoarder-of-stories-27 · 2 years

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i saw your anti post and i need support badly. one of my closest friends for a year disclosed to me that they wanted someone banned from a discord for stating that a fictional rape scene titillated them. i said that seemed a bit extreme, and in the ensuing conversation was accused of having a rape kink and being a rape apolgist. i have a slight cnc kink and proceeded to have a mental breakdown about it. i reached out, in a sideways, deceptive sort of way to my support system and they said 1/?

people like me (non-offending pedophiles) (i can't wait until I have to put non-offending rapist in my fucking twitter bio) should die a violent and terrible death. My new friend group provides. some. support. but. I get the impression that they don't want or need to hear about it. I'm so torn. I have nothing and nobody to go to, and I still feel so awful. My old friend reached out after I dropped them when they expressed that they couldn't support someone who condoned fictional rape 2/?

and I want to talk to them about it, but I have no support system. If they tell people I am persona non grata. I have nothing. I can't be friends with them without overcoming the fact that they don't think they can support me, and I can't tell them because I don't want to get hurt. I'm probably in the middle of a depressive spiral but this thing has gotten to 'prime guilt' status. I'm sorry for flooding your inbox, I just hoped you could offer me directions to someplace I could be supported. 3/3

Hey! First, I'm so sorry you're dealing with this, oh my goodness? Your situation is awful, and you're so strong for reaching out for help. I'm really glad you did. I don't know how much I can help, but I can definitely offer sympathy. You deserve to live a happy, healthy life, no matter what goes on in the inside of your head, and you deserve to feel safe and have supportive friends.

The best idea I have is - check the "pro paraphilia" tag on here? Maybe make a separate blog with a separate identity (not a sideblog, a whole separate blog - Tumblr doesn't like pro-paraphilia blogs, no matter how much you emphasize that you're against harmful actions, and there's a risk of getting deleted) to interact with people there and try to make friends? That's the place I know with the highest concentration of support for people like us. The Twitter paraphilia community is a joke, recently, from the little I've seen - just discourse (and bad discourse), no support.

You can also try the "pro ship", "pro fiction", or "anti anti" tags, but you'll want to make sure you check whether people have any red flags in their bio/pinned/carrd implying that they only apply "fictional things are fine" to, like, ships. Still, if you're in any fandoms, you might be able to find a supportive community through that - and they'll certainly be better than what you've described.

I hope that helps a little. I hope you'll be able to find people that way. And you don't have to be sorry for sending me messages!! I'm glad to do my best to help. I wish you luck.

(Edit: there's someone offering support in the replies!! And I should explicitly say - you're very welcome to send more asks. ❤️)

#asks #anonymous #paraphilia stuff #long #noncon mention /#antis /#fiction discourse #<- as a content warning #my posts #-responsible

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The Enforcers Part 8 (Geto Suguru x Fem!Reader)

wc: 1.7k

tw: dark content (self-harm)

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a/n: By no means do I condone self-harm or want to glorify it in the light of this chapter. As a person who struggled with physical self-harm in her early teens, I know the destructive nature of this type of activity. However, as my characters are not perfect and complicated, I see this particular mode of action as something she would try to do in order to alleviate her pain and confusion. If you have questions or concerns, my inbox is always open to having a discussion about it.

If you so wish, you may skip this chapter altogether. There will be a recap on the next one if you choose to skip for your mental health. Take care of yourselves and see you soon. (ALSO, I know I promised smut but I gotta give y'all a raincheck this go-round. SORRY PLS DON'T KILL ME)

You're on your forty-seventh file of scandals, coverups, and secret dossiers that you finally feel it. The fabric of your identity begins to unravel right before your eyes.

Everything you've known is a lie.

The CSB has covered up so many things. So many lives lost. So many people forced to flee. So many families ripped apart--

An email makes its way over to the server, and you open it, the words across the screen coming from Suguru.

I know it's late, but send over Yu Haibara's files when you can.

You hit the reply button and begin to type out: "You mean the boy you killed?" but you stop yourself, deleting the words rapidly. Instead, you attach the files and send them over, not even bothering to look at them. You can't do it. Not another file could be stored away in the annals of your brain.

Nothing is as it seems anymore. The lies... they pile up in your mind, flooding the spaces where you used to hold what you thought was true, what you thought was real. Now, they're overflowing out of your brain and into your heart and soul, plaguing you like the nightmares that face you down night after night, more like demons that lurk in the corners of your mind than full file cabinets.

You always wake up in a tangle of sheets and sweat, one of your various enemies' faces hovering over you right before you stare down the barrel of a gun and --

You stumble out of the chair, eyes wet with tears, and go to the sink in the bathroom to wash your face. After you splash water on your skin, you look up at your reflection, anger rolling through you at the way you look. Weak.

You're fucking weak.

The voice in your head that usually told you that you were doing okay, that you had it all under control, is now turning on you, spitting nasty words that stick in between the synapses of your brain a muddy your rational thoughts.

The voices rise to a fever pitch, and you suddenly see red, the entirety of the world descending into blood-colored madness. The shattering of the glass mirror only becomes a reality when you're standing above the sink, chest heaving as your thoughts silence one by one, like shutting off lights in a house.

But only one stays behind as a shard of the mirror clinks into the sink.

Escape.

The light at the end of the tunnel.

You could get rid of the feelings here. You could get rid of the thoughts. You could escape. Why hadn't you thought about this before?

"Do it."

Your fingers grip the jagged shard of glass carefully, and before you can stop yourself, you drag it across the inside of your wrist, end to end, leaving behind a red line of blood that immediately blooms. Crimson dots drop into the sink, and you stare at the color, mesmerized by the way the blood runs down your arm and into the porcelain bowl. But there's no relief.

No sense of freedom.

Maybe you didn't do it hard enough?

Maybe you didn't--

The door to your room slams open, and you turn your head just as Suguru comes rushing into the bathroom. The shard of glass is still in your hand, as well as the blood running down your arm, and Suguru catches this immediately.

"Fuck," he breathes, and you turn to him, shard extended.

"Don't come any closer."

"Y/n," he calmly whispers. "You don't look so good."

"I wonder why that is," you reply, and Suguru stares back at you, hands raised in surrender.

"What're you doing?"

"What does it look like, Suguru?" you state in a trance. Your bullet wound begins to throb dully, but you ignore it, just like you're ignoring the blood dripping onto the tile flooring.

"Y/n, let's think about this."

"I don't want to think anymore!" The shrill scream is loud enough to make Suguru flinch, and you softly repeat, "I don't want to think anymore," over and over again as tears run down your face.

"I know," Suguru whispers. "I know. Will you let me help you?" You hiccup and drop the piece of glass to the floor, dissolving in a heap of tears and moans. You feel hands pulling you up from the floor and into strong arms, your head being cradled against a broad chest you've felt before. "Go ahead," Suguru encourages you. "Cry it out."

He carries you to another room in the building in silence, laying you on a firm bed and disappearing as you heave painful sobs into the sheets.

"Everything... hurts..." you gasp, and when Suguru reappears with a white bundle of cloth, a bandage roll, and some water, he nods.

"We're going to make it better, don't worry." He takes your injured arm and carefully wipes away the blood, examing the cut slowly. "Doesn't need stitches, thankfully." He turns to open the water bottle and hands it to you, silently telling you to drink while he bandages your wrist.

You drink the water greedily then lean back on the headboard, eyes closing down as Suguru works diligently on your wound. And then you remember the first time he did this for you and the mistake you made in your pridefulness.

"Thank you," you murmur, and Suguru looks up at your face, finally seeing some form of clarity cross your tear-streaked cheeks.

"You're welcome," he replies tenderly. "I have to keep you safe, remember? I promised you that I would." You don't answer him, but he finishes at that exact moment anyways, standing and placing the remnants of the bandage roll on the nightstand. The wound is now covered up completely, with no sign of blood seeping through the cotton and staining the white cloth dark red.

You watch as Suguru crawls into the bed beside you, sighing deeply as he runs his fingers through his locks. "Should I stay awake with you or do you want to try to sleep?"

"Sleep," you answer - albeit not confidently - and the black-eyed man obliges, pulling the thin sheet over you.

"I'll be right here," he affirms, but you reach out your uninjured arm and touch his hand. He instantly turns his palm up to let you grab his fingers, and you pull him closer to you in the king-sized bed.

"Hold me." A second passes with no movement, and Suguru whispers,

"Are you sure?" You nod, and he wordlessly scoots closer, wrapping an arm around you as you nestle into his side with your bandaged hand resting on his chest. His fingers rub a soft pattern up and down your skin, soothing you to the brink of sleep. "I've got you. We'll deal with everything else in the morning," Suguru murmurs as you slip off into a dreamless - and nightmare-less - sleep.

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Morning comes and goes.

Midday arrives, and you awaken from your terrorless sleep still encased in Suguru's grasp. Your eyes flick up to his face, which is peaceful in the midday light streaming in from the windows. The Leader of the Fallen Sun District is asleep and dead to the world around him, but the sound of his breathing lets you know he's on the brink of waking up.

Part of you doesn't want him to. You want to lay there without any responsibilities to him, without any concern, or further harm to either one of you. Maybe if you continued to sleep, all of this would become a distant memory. All of this would go away, and you could go back to living in ignorance.

But Suguru's stirring makes you stiffen, and you feel his arms tighten around you before sliding away.

"You're awake."

"Yeah," you whisper, and he sits up, pulling his knees to his chest.

"We need to talk about last night." You sit up as well, staring at the edge of the bed blankly. "Why didn't you tell someone about your declining mental health?"

"I didn't realize it until it was too late," you admit, looking at the bandage on your wrist. "But I won't be doing that again."

"Doesn't matter," Suguru interjects, looking over at you. You choose to avoid his gaze and stare at your feet, inhaling deeply. "I have to have someone watch you now. I want you to be safe, and now I'm not sure if I can ensure that without some oversight on my part."

"No," you exhale quickly, looking over at him in fear. "I'm better now, I promise."

"I'll have someone move a few of your things over here. That way I can keep an eye on you, just in case." Suguru continues, standing from his position on the bed. "I won't bother you. But I made a promise to you, and I'm going to keep it at all costs." He turns back to you, stating, "Today we'll take a day off and go into the town. I've been wanting to show you around for a while anyway."

You conclude the argument is over when he places a kiss on your temple, then walks into his bathroom, shutting the door and leaving you on the bed alone.

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A car picks both of you up from the building, and when you slide into the backseat, Suguru points to the expanse in the distance.

"Take us to the marketplace." The driver nods, scars running up and down his pale face and his blue eyes looking up at you in the rearview mirror. Does this man even know that he's sitting next to the leader of the Fallen Sun district? Or is Kenjaku a faceless man, hiding behind walls of ones and zeroes?

The scenes that pass by you look identical to those of the city you know and love. There are children playing on the sidewalks, people carrying groceries, life carrying on as if the majority of their names aren't on some rejected list of people who defected from their previous society. Suguru notices your awe at the way things are, and looks over at you, smiling brightly.

"You'd be surprised what you can build from ashes, y/n."

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