#cult? sounds like it.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝕾𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖊

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: This one, I have mixed feelings about.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: I do NOT condone these actions. The process of these actions or the after effects of these actions. Read these types of story’s advisedly.

TW // SMUT/NSFW, Noncon, Biting/Marking, Cervix, Mating Press, Overstimulation, Body Horror, Death, Yandere Themes, Jumps Straight Into It.

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You cry out, sobbing into the sheets. Your hands gripping and twisting the silky fabric. The scent of woody amber choking you as your body bounces at his harsh thrusts. His hands on your waist pinning you in place.

“Xa’Vor! Please!” You beg at the captain in front you, attempting to stop or at least slow his brutal pace with your hand. Your fingers barely skimming his scarred thigh before he growls out. Taking your hand in one of his that gripped around your waist and pinning it above you, his sweaty, scarred chest pressing up against your breasts.

“No pleas will save you from your foolishness.” Xa’Vor snarls into your ear. The hairs on the back of your neck unwillingly picking up at his dark tone. His fingers threading through your own above you. Keeping you pinned in both places.

“I-I had to!” You whined, trying to reason your own “foolishness.” Whimpering out when he snarls again and pistons back through your burning walls. Your jaw clenching at the overwhelming pleasure and pain that he gives you. “I-can’t be bonded t-to you!”

He snarls again, giving you a hard thrust up against your cervix while you cry out. Your back arching into his chest. Your body shaking with tears running down your cheeks as you whimper at his tone. “You are in no position to spill such ill judgement. I am your bonded. Don’t reject that from me.”

Your eyebrows scrunch up in pain and pleasure. One of your hands clawing at Xa’vors hand that pinned it down. No doubt creating some pressure marks into his calloused fingers while your other hands grips and pulls at his bed sheets. Your moans and whimpers of pain being suffocated by his own mouth.

You haven’t meant to find these… legionnaires on your way to complete a mission. It was never the goal, the intention. It was never to have happened. To be bonded to an Astartes. It was a very strict rule.

‘Never have a bond.’

That was one of the many rules of the foundation. Said it was to even the “playing field” of war and operations and it was correct. There wasn’t a time where there was an Astartes in the way, cutting people down like “grates of cheese” the commander had put it. It made it much easier to get your tasks done without the influence of a Space Marine, Chaos or Loyalist.

‘If you find yourself with a Space Marine that wants to be close, leave them. Break that bond. Even if it’s not a bond, you are not to be around any Astartes.’

You remember what your instructor would say. Permitting many to never even look at a Space Marine unless suspicious of them of having a bond with you. That was the only time the people were permitted to look in the direction of a Space Marine. Other times they were just training with one another or simply being tasked with going out and surveying the area and people.

They were not to look back either, but it was incredibly hard to do so with a whole warband, 5 to be more precise.

No one knew where they had come from then. Possibly too focused on getting the mission done quickly. Their black, armored body’s launching out of the thick fog like some sort of phantom. Their talon-like gauntlets extending out as they roared out. Spooking the rest of the group when they turned to looked at their fellow soldier that was once alive. Their body being impaled onto the metal talons of the Space Marine, making many realize why they didn’t want us to be bonded to one.

Their power is unfair.

You saw the group being slaughtered that day with unnatural ease. Their limbs splayed all around you, still fresh off the torso. Some even being ripped into half by the waist and ribs, guts still pumping near the body or up in a dead tree. It was an experience you did not wish you were in, even for an enemy. It was like stalking through a horror forest; still does. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint where they would come from, but they certainly can. That part was very clear.

You look away for one second and suddenly the person protecting your back is gone. Their gasping screams being the only thing you can hear out in the distance before their body would plop right in front of you. The face of deathly fear stoned onto all their features. Their limbs somewhere else as they would bleed out from where the limb was ripped from, despite being already dead.

‘If you find yourself trapped; cornered. Sacrifice is your only way out. Do not attempt to talk. Explode yourself. Leave no meat left to provide of yourself.’

You remember another saying from the instructor. Your hand quickly digging through your vest for the grenade while you took very quick, but cautious steps around you. Your eyes looking all around you for anything that didn't seem normal in this damned forest. Your heart beating in your chest as the same sentence replayed in your mind.

'Explode yourself.' 'Explode yourself.' 'Explode yourself.' 'Sacrifice is your only way out.' 'Leave no meat left to provide.'

Your gaze focuses on the big shadow emerging from the fog with a low growl. Your hand gripping onto the grenade in your vest and pulling it out, fingers threating it to pull the pin when the rest of the group decides to show themselves, surrounding you with their own warning growls. Their talons twitching in anticipation.

Keeping a close eye on them. You watched as they circled you, making you really feel like you were being hunted and played with. Your fingers itching to just pull the pin, but you were not going to unless you could take at least one down with you or maybe they can leave you alone and let you continue your mission.

The smaller one suddenly shoots forward, your fingers instantly pulling the pin, taking a step back. Your body falling back in effort to keep the grenade close to your body when the Space Marine pins you down to the ground and snatches the grenade and throws the grenade off somewhere else.

You give your own growls and snarls at the Space Marine while he has you down. Sudden dread being washed onto your shoulders. Your hands struggling to get anything through his black armor, cutting them on the sharp edges of his armor as the grenade explodes somewhere off in the distance. Your desperation to get out of his hold growing.

“Your thoughts are elsewhere. Bring them back to me.” Xa’vor growls. Moving his hand from your waist to thread and grip at your hair, pulling your head back, exposing your neck to him.

“I’ll r-reject you as I please.” You growl out between your pitiful moans. Pissed from the memory of your team being killed around you. Pissed that you couldn’t escape their grasp once more. Having to be pinned underneath their bodies like a whore.

“You’re boldness is—”

“Reasonable, you think I could care for you?” You snap, your eyes looking down into his own and seeing the hurt in his deep red eyes, his hips stilling. “I do not care. I am simply to complete a mission, that is all. I’m not here to care, to provide, to love.”

“I’ll never be bonded to you or the others. Not you, not Atherth, not Vai’ssir, Zervos or Xekon—!”

You suddenly choke on your own breath, your head being pulling back to its limit. His teeth dangerously latched very close to the soft part of your neck, drawing blood as his cock pushes up painfully up against your cervix before dragging all the way back out and all the way in again. His arms wrapping around your body tightly, trapping you to him, putting you in a type of mating press. His hand still holding your hair in place.

Breathless moans leave your mouth as his pace is absolutely brutal, hitting up against your cervix every time. Numbing your legs with each deep, quick thrust. Savage growls hissing through his teeth as he inches them more into your skin. Feeling like daggers were being stabbed all over your body. You couldn’t tell if you should breathe or scream out at such brutality.

You couldn’t even tell when his stilled inside of you. All your nerves too focused on the pain sprouting all over your body like fire. You could only hear as he groans and growls. His hips rolling out his climax as far as he could. His seed marking your fluttering walls and dripping down his cock and balls, onto the bed sheets.

“That’s is not your choice to make.” Xa’vor quietly rumbles, carefully taking his teeth out of your shoulder as you twitch at the feeling. His tongue lapping up all the blood he has smeared across your chest and his sheets. “No matter how long you refuse our bond.”

“You are still ours. I will make sure of that.” He states; promises. Slowly dragging his cock out of your walls with a groan and a whisper in his language.

“X-Xa’Vor.” You whine at him in pain at the movement of anything. Body prickling in overstimulation as he purrs at you, trying to put you at ease. His head gently nuzzling into your neck.

“No matter what it will cost me.”

[valdrift]

single dad isaac 🐑🐺

[goryhorroor]

I hate saying this because it sounds so filmbro but I despise when people don’t understand the most crucial themes in a horror movie (not the people who simply just don’t understand) but the people who go out of their way to twist it and still miss the theme in the end

[spilycoris]

i meant to only draw a reference sheet but then i slipped. whoops.

close ups below.

plus a little doodle of the yellow cat and leshy cause i didnt wanna post this on its own.

[amimuu]

A KISSING BOOTH?!? [1K celebration post!)

Chime and Eira Bell and Bing-Lamb are now open for kisses, cuddles and hugs for all creatures, big and small! (Though Bing-Lamb does have a preference for three eyed cats. Maybe Bell does too but they’ll never admit it)

You can also challenge Bell to a game of cards, who knows maybe if you win you’ll get a reward! (winning is picked at random)

I usually don’t participate in this sort of stuff but this one was too good not to have my piece of cake too!!!

To participate, simply ✨reblog✨ this post with your character, and what you’d like this sillies to do!

Heads up, Bell is a big party pooper so it’s extremely likely they’ll reject most requests. However, they do have a type. And the requests they accept will heavily depend on that. Yes, biased Bell. What’s the type tho. Who knows! They won’t tell me!

Now—

KEEP. IT. SFW. PLEASE

ANY EXPLICIT REQUESTS WILL BE IGNORED AND THE USER WHO SENT IT BLOCKED. Understood? Understood.

The post will be open for a couple days and once the event is over I’ll make an update stating so. That said, have fun! Cuz I sure did heeheehoo.

Let’s hope this don’t flop

[nicomoon69]

Bernard’s parents: we really hope boarding school will finally whip Bernard into shape and get him going down the right path

Bernard: *gets his ears pierced thrice, starts styling his hair even funkier, becomes a part of the homosexual agenda*

Bernard’s parents:

[h0nkshroom]

silly doodles i did for AU things....

[khaire-traveler]

I'm a bit tentative to reach out to Hekate as my helpol friends have told me she's 'not for the naive' and that I should set up a protection spell beforehand. Is there anything in particular I should know? Sorry to bother!

Khaire!

This straight up sounds like gatekeeping lol. Every Greek deity has had some wild cult worship throughout history, so maybe this is what they're referring to, but it still feels generally incorrect. Granted, I don't know your friends, and I don't worship Hekate directly (I almost did, as she was reaching out), but every time I've interacted with her, she's been extremely friendly, kind, and welcoming; she's never given off a hint of malice towards me. The only time I've heard of needing to protect oneself when doing anything with Hekate is regarding esoteric practices; in no other context have I ever heard about some kind of necessity to protect oneself when interacting with any Greek deities.

In the recent past, there's been a lot of fear-mongering about needing to protect oneself from deities, but I personally believe deities are the protection FROM evil, NOT the cause of it. I don't think you need to protect yourself when interacting with deities in general; I feel it has the potential to come across as offensive and make a bad first impression. This is all my opinion, however, just as how your friends are of the opinion that you do need protection. I highly encourage you to make your own call. What do you feel is the right thing to do? How do you personally want to reach out to her?

Reminder that there is no such thing as a "beginner" deity, and that includes deities who are "not for the naive". I'm genuinely curious who your friends would consider being "for the naive", considering that children worshipped these gods and goddesses. There is no deity that's flat-out off limits within hellenic polytheism. I've met many people who tell me Hekate is motherly and sweet to them; I've had others tell me that they work with much more intense aspects of hers and have felt her presence more intensely, as a consequence. Experiences will always vary between people. This is to say that I disagree with your friends strongly, general speaking. To claim that any deity is "not for the naive" is such a strange take. I'm inclined to believe they're worshipping or working with her more intense aspects, which you do not have to do if you reach out.

Frankly, if you want to reach out to her, I say go for it! Just because your friends said all that stuff doesn't mean your experience with her will be like that. If you're really that nervous, I would encourage asking a deity you're close with to be with you. Just explain that you're a bit nervous and would like some support. I've asked Lord Hermes and Lord Haides to do this with me before, and all went well; just make sure to inform Hekate of the deity's presence once you invoke her, to be polite. I honestly don't know what the hell your friends are talking about lol. Best of luck to you. 🧡

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UPDATE FROM OP

[melancholialapelada7]

Some old things i found from last year

I am naming this cat Noa

[lady-charinette]

Grow in followers? Grow in fame?

Sir, this is tumblr.

We don't grow, we fester.

[shithowdy]

i know there's a lot of ego and assumptions about my own susceptibility to manipulation going on here but i truly think i am immune to most cults. not even from a bullshit detection standpoint, but from a standpoint of every account i have ever heard/read of someone finding themselves in a cult or mlm includes descriptions of social situations that would overstimulate and stress me out so bad that i would vomit and leave immediately. a road trip with strangers? a self-improvement seminar? giving out my phone number to someone i met in an aisle at target? having to host a recruitment party? the constant hype machine behavior? love-bombing? the pressure to socialize? unpaid morning zoom calls? maybe it's because i never went to church as a kid but i have no concept of "faith" in something unseen nor do i ache for a "community" larger than a handful of fellow hobby-havers, so the idea of manufacturing a new passion just to fit into a crowd i otherwise have nothing in common with sounds like a type of psychological torture customized for me specifically. i barely muster passion for the things i like.

i can understand completely how people get sucked into them and don't think it's something on which character should solely be judged. most people actually do ache for that community, and most people are actually flattered and not freaked out if someone begins to fawn over them, because we are social creatures isolated by capitalism and crave comfort and validation from others. but on my mother, if a new friend dragged me to a "show" that turned out to be a motivational speaker my departure would be so rude and abrupt. i am too fucking autistic to chant affirmations with an auditorium of 1000 people.

if i am ever victimized by a "cult" it'll probably be more of a final fantasy house low-scale personality cult sort of situation. while i would hope better for myself, a charismatic online person warming up to me until i'm sucked into their little circle of sycophants they have collected is not outside the realm of imagination, and all i can hope is that my true friends will be honest enough about catching bad vibes that it never happens.

[ohgoditssnek]

Reject gender.

Become God.

[just-null]

I don't ever see noritoshi fanart and by GOD you're doing him so much justice....THANK YOU KING !!!! ❤️❤️🔥

I ALWAYS ASK MYSELF THAT VERY QUESTION WORD FOR FUCKING WORD. "am i doing him justice..?" youre fucking wonderful and tysm, i'll continue feeding Noritoshi content that we all lack bc of this. thats a sign from god baby. can i get an amen.

[citrenecult]

So um, Heket enjoyers, what exactly makes Heket an intresting character? This is a genuine question.

I like Heket, just not as much as I like her siblings. I dunno, her siblings seem so much more intresting story wise to me, and I don't know if it is that I'm missing a crucial part of her character or I'm misinterpreting her.

I'd love to hear other people's opinions on her instead of trying to reform my thought about from nothing. Get a fresh pair of eyes on her, or something, y'know?

[tigerr-cherry]

*explodes*

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

what bothers me about horde prime, more than his lazy characterization or his lack of impact on the narrative, is the fact that he is such a bad representation of a cult leader. like,, this is not how cults work. they don’t just insert a chip into you and make you follow their every directive like a robot. real life cults are a lot more terrifying because they use manipulation as a tactic to convince people to join them. it’s not a digital chip that you can remove from your system and suddenly you’re in complete control of yourself. cult survivors have talked about how hard it is to actually unlearn that mindset and start thinking for themselves, how many years it takes to stop feeling guilty for leaving their cult or seeing the toxicity in the leaders they so religiously followed.

sure, hordak and catra have some trauma tied to their experience with horde prime, but most of that is because of the physical torture they went through, rather than their experience of being brainwashed. and it’s fine if horde prime was just some villain and not a genocidal cult leader. but it’s clear that he was written to be a religious authority figure, the execution is just so off.

i know he’s a character in a fantasy world, so he had to use his powers for something. but instead of turning people into robots, he could have shown them a “better world” through his tech, talked them into joining him and forgetting about all their current worries, and then used them as weapons against etheria.

it would have been a lot more impactful and angsty if catra had willingly joined horde prime’s cult so that she could repress her guilt. in fact, it would have been really interesting if horde prime had convinced catra that he would help her repend for all that she did, if she joined his cult. this would have been a lot more comparable to religious guilt and trauma in real life, and it would show that catra actually felt bad for what she did, instead of just looking sad for a while and then continuing to be a shitty person anyway.