#cw codependence

[arottenlust]

cuz im pretty when i cry (the inspiration)

everything started with that edit. i don’t know what it was, but something about it was hard to look away from. ive rewatched it like a hundred times at this point. the song and the smile on his face inspired the first iteration of this story.

spoilers for the series below (kind of? It kinda fucks w the immersion i think. Idk its spoilerish to me)

one where youre desperate for any crumb of his affection, desperate to have your affections returned, and sukuna is willing and happy to enable your sickness. it grew from there to it instead being a misunderstanding of sorts- sukuna is showing his love and dedication the only way he knows how, with action instead of words. you, used to the very hot and cold and emotionally abusive environment you grew up in, don’t know how to pick up on this. it leads to you slowly falling apart more and more, miserably obsessed with keeping your place beside him, lashing out at any perceived obstacles, despite the fact that sukuna never planned to leave, would never want to. And, blinded by your seemingly easygoing nature and the fact that he quite enjoys your increasingly psychotic behavior, knowing that it stems from your love for him, sukuna doesn’t notice anything is amiss until the cracks begin to splinter and break you apart.

I didn’t plan to make you yandere esque, but it seems that the more twisted parts of me leaked into the story. Oops?

im not sure about including smut. I think i might but im still on the fence about that one…. I probably will tho

it has a happy ending. I didn’t want to give it one, I wanted it to just be a sad, horrifically desperate, story, but this route seemed a little more interesting to write. I think I’ll probably write a different version in the future, one where sukuna really doesn’t care.

the relationship is unhealthy in the sense that a well adjusted person wouldn’t frame their entire life around another person the way you do in this story. i.e youre a yandere. in your head, sukuna could keep you locked up and treat you like his dog-servant-thing, and you’d be happy because you’d be the sole object of his attention. (While u may be unaware) He feels the same in reverse, and he wouldn’t do that anyways, because he’s obsessed and he values you more than you value yourself. That’s why it’s unhealthy. And also because you tweak out if he talks to other people at all with anything on his face other than complete and utter indifference…. but hey! You’re working on it. Basically, It’s written um, romantically? Yes I’m romanticizing the codependent yandereisms sue me. But ya not super heart breaking and depressing. just putting that out there because I get really like unreasonably hurt when i read unhealthy -> very sad fics instead of unhealthy -> very in love and reciprocated fics

dykwim?

ugh. I’ll need to write a prequel or something. I want you all to see the way you go from normal and unattached to fighting the urge to stick cameras in his room and huff his underwear. You’re so weird. Stop fantasizing about killing the people he talks to, they dont even exist!

i originally planned to make it as gender neutral as i could but a lot of the scenarios don’t make sense if youre not fem, so that’s that. if that changes throughout the course of writing out the series, i shall let you all know.

also. should i make a playlist?

[sananaryon]

How does Marcy feel about the whole empire situation and, more broadly, her new life as the host of the Core? And do Sasha and Anne try to protect her from the dirty, specific details whenever Darcy lets her out? (Such as Marka's destruction.)

Throwing a big fat content warning on this one for a fantasy scenario that comes uncomfortably close to a realistically codependent relationship, this is probably the darkest thing I've ever written.

How's she doing?

Bad. Real bad, she's 30, and over half her life has not been hers. She can dream and live out simulations but it's fake and she knows it. She doesn't know what's going on outside because her girlfriends don't like talking about it, and whenever she wakes up she has to see them grow more haunted and less human.

She's basically seeing years pass by in moments (she ages slowly thanks to some transhumanism but she's still physically in her 20s now) combined with seeing her loved ones drift away from her for reasons she's not privvy to, her situation is honestly so nightmarish that I feel bad writing it (I have no one to blame but myself).

And if that wasn't enough, there is something just beyond her grasp, some great destiny or power or secret or something that she can reach out towards, but every time she is about to grasp it she is thrown back into the void of her mind and the Core takes back control. If she could reach it she could fix things, she knows she can, but it is ever out of reach.

Do Anne and Sasha try to protect her from their dirty deeds?

The rare time Marcy is awake, her girlfriends are rarely in the mood to talk about their exploits. She knows the rough events - how the conquest goes, the rough shape of the empire, suchlike - but she has to deduce a lot of it on her own. The nights with Marcy are some of the few moments of respite for the queens, and they don't exactly want to spend those talking about their hellish lives.

It's basically the classic relationship conflict of one party relaxes by doing activities, and the other prefers curling up on the couch, except a million times worse. Marcy wants to spend her moments awake learning about the world, Sasha and Anne want to spend them forgetting that the world exists.

The immediate aftermath Doom of Marka was probably the worst period in their relationship. Marcy didn't get many nights awake then, but the ones she did...

Sasha can't look her in the eyes and leaves anytime Marcy pries. Anne is curled up and barely talks. Something happened and neither will tell her. She eventually figured it out on her own - Sasha radiates power on a level she never has before, the ocean planet they're on is suddenly a lavaplanet, she can put two and two together - and even though she's not all that bothered by it (she doesn't know the Markans, she wasn't there in the moment, Sasha blew up a planet so what star wars does that every other week) the fact that Anne and Sasha very much were meant she was extremely lonely in that time.

This section was originally about the whole Darcy thing, which I removed cause I think I need to consider it for a bit more. Got a little too dark even for me.

[toringo]

More stuff for the 'childhood friends' au

[cogniz]

its always funny seeing people who hate shipping wincest turn around and get pissy and bitch on sam while the boys do the most sibling thing ever. like im sorry but you whimpering over sam throwing wrappers in dean's room or acting bitchy with him are the moments trying their most into still holding supernatural as a brothers show and not a brotherfuckers fest. stop whining on the only moments saving the show from gencest into incest.

[bunclebee]

This is ur only warning that there is more CheeBee art up and coming LOL… I will tag it all CheeBee if you want to mute it!

[altcvnningham]

so i was reading this post and started yapping in the tags before deciding i actually just needed to make a separate post because i have brainworms. long unedited ramble sorry this doesn't make sense at all

adlerbell & co-dependency;

the sick irony lies in the fact that the co-dependency that exists within their relationship, most of the time, isn't even of their own volition, and yet they are the constant cause of their own entrapment. they NEED one another as much as they hate one another because they ARE each other. to their core.

bell is everything adler hates and opposes and wars against yet he NEEDS them to catch perseus no matter the cost; adler is bound to bell in a way where he is ironically beholden to them, his fate in their hands, even when he's technically the one in control, with the power and rank over them, the one holding the leash. yet without bell adler has little to nothing. powerless entirely. in that way, bell has power over him, that his whole world rests upon the pinprick that is their loyalty to him, which is a hairswidth away from being shattered the second they piece together who they are, what he's done to them.

and bell is obviously only who they are because of adler. warped god wrenching hands into their head and rearranging it all until they suit whatever he deems his perfect image when he needs it. friend, ally, team member. dog, prey, victim. whatever he needs them to be, they are.

and bell's entire personhood is adler. bell's entire world is adler. half himself, a mirror image, their head a scrambled soup of his memories and fears, of vietnam, of things that didn't happen to bell but did happen to adler, a point in time that existed but they were not a part of, not until adler dragged their body off that tarmac and forced them to be. without adler, bell is dead in trabzon, or nothing. and that kind of co-dependency is indescribable- to believe that this man is one who went through the horrors of war with you, your friend for over a decade, is one thing. but even when bell breaks free of their conditioning- to know that they are possibly only alive because he found them? to know that mk ultra, despite being the very thing that destroyed them, was the only thing that stood between them and an unmarked grave??

bell wants adler. but adler needs bell. and mf wants to stand at that fucking clifftop and claim that none of it was personal?? he created a home for bell within himself, how they trust him, rely on him, believe that he'll always pick them up- because even if not in vietnam, he did, once, in trabzon. and bell is a home to all the worst parts of himself, scraped out of him and put into the empty pit he carves out of them- his weaknesses, his fears, his trauma, his ruthlessness. (i could talk about how adler's hatred of bell might even be a reflection not only of them being the very culmination of everything he opposes, but that they're also an amalgam of every worst thing he hates about himself, but that's another post entirely.)

i just. it wasn't meant to be personal. bell was a tool for adler, and adler was just this figure meant to be imprinted on. all means to an end. but against their own volition, they rely on each other. they need each other. they are dead without each other. i think adler needs bell to make himself feel powerful. but god, if they aren't the very thing he has to tiptoe around and revere because without them he has nothing. no team, no perseus. and to bell, adler is not too far removed from a god, whether they know it or not. he made them. and i doubt the lamb wants to stray much too far from its shepherd. ugh. whatever.

don't even get me started on how their fates are inevitably intertwined. how even the narrative itself demands them be slave to each other's will. fuck everything

[octobobble]

Devotion is the sweetest poison

[chgeeto]

you know I look better when you have full view of my ribs.

— Birds Fear Death, Pretty Girl Snuff Film

[arottenlust]

cuz i’m pretty when i cry

pairing: sukuna x yandere!reader

I wept and wept. I had come to believe that if l really wanted something badly enough, the very act of my wanting it was an assurance that I would not get it.   - zami: a new spelling of my name by audre lords

synopsis: sukuna isn’t the type to speak what he feels. he shows you instead, intention threaded into every touch and gesture. it’s not something you’re used to. to you, this type of communication has always been hard to notice and basically impossible to understand. the disconnect eats away at the delicate glue holding you together. sukuna is the best thing that’s ever happened to you, so you know what comes next. you know he’ll leave you one day. you know it’ll tear you apart.

content: angst, yandere, unreliable narrator,

tags

lujuria writes: cuz im pretty when i cry | lujuria writes: sukuna

inspiration

sneak peak

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #154

CW: this one's pretty gruesome. read at your own risk 

Peter is a young child who's been kidnapped. His parents and/or his aunt and uncle were killed and he was taken. Along with a bunch of other little kids, he's been held captive and experimented on.

When the Avengers suddenly bust the kidnapping operation, the kidnappers try at the last second to destroy their research. They gas the small room where the kids are being held.

It's Iron Man who ends up blasting through. What he finds is horrifying. All but one of the children are dead.

The one who's left is just sitting among the bodies, crying, shocked, terrified. Iron Man carries him out of there, then once they're safe from the gas Tony steps out of the suit to comfort the kid while he's given oxygen.

Little 5-year-old Peter Parker imprints on his savior hard.

He just went through an unimaginable amount of trauma, then Iron Man burst through like an avenging angel. This is the first time he's ever felt protected in his memory. Tony holds the crying kid, and the kid can tolerate no one else near him.

This becomes a slight problem when they get back to base. But Tony can't find it in him to let SHIELD take the kid away, let them strip him of this one tiny bit of comfort. He keeps seeing all those other kids when he closes his eyes.

This one needs him right now. And if "right now" eventually becomes "this is my son," well. Who could've predicted that.

[i-have-the-juice]

if the character isn’t unhealthily obsessed with their ship then what’s even the point

[grislyintentions]

|| Muse: Talus ||

FC: Undertaker Notable traits: Spring green/Apple-green eyes. Skin sutures across his face (eye to cheek) and all over his body (sometimes...they loosen) Peculiarity: He has in his possession the preserved skeletal frame of his deceased wife

History:

Once revered as a reputable physician, Talus' world fell apart when the love of his life, Vespera, was taken by a mysterious illness that cannot be cured.

It had been a long arduous process. More of a gradual fading away, a withering, in front of his eyes with each passing day. None of the treatments, medicine, healing practises he could afford helped. The nature of Vespera's sickness was not discovered by doctors but by a spiritual practitioner instead.

Vespera had been cursed.

The only way to prevent her death was for her to consume the flesh of the pure-spirited. Each life sacrificed was each year gained. Desperate not to lose her, Talus wages a losing battle with his own conscience each time he succeeds in luring victims to their abode.

With each soul consumed, Vespera herself began to change. She grew cold. Cruel and malicious. Nothing like the woman he once adored. Yet Talus found himself unable to leave her side no matter how abhorrent she'd became.

When her skin split and muscles atrophied, tearing from bone, he stayed. When she cracked and reshaped her appearance to ensnare prey, he stayed. When she started craving more and more, he stayed.

Over time, Talus himself started experiencing changes. How could he not after what feels like an eternity of being immersed in her malicious energy? The process of demonic cultivation in him may be slow but it is inevitable. The guilt and horror he feels cannot be overwritten by the exhilaration of transcending human limitations. It tears at his mind, his soul, his heart- gouging until what is left is mush.

Maybe a part of him, what is left of him, still wishes he could have done things differently. Even as they fed. Even as they took part in the Night parade with 100 demons, ghouls and spirits alike- descending upon villages and gorging themselves.

Their unnatural relationship wasn't made to last despite it all. Three times Vespera was struck down by the exorcists. Three times she arose once again. Then, at last, her remains are shattered and what hold she had over him vanishes for good.

Centuries since that fateful day, Talus still wanders the earth, staving off the hunger that had infested him in exchange for favours and oddities.

[4ngel-f4ngzz]

i wish i hugged you a little tighter and i wish i kissed you longer.

[vashwoodficrecs]

you confess, i'll repent

by: itsacoup

E, Vashwood, 85k, complete

Wolfwood’s palm landed on Vash’s forehead, heavy and warm and edged with the sharp bite of calluses. The world went white. Vash had learned long ago that time was different for humans. They needed nearly a quarter of a second to react to anything, and Vash had fundamentally shifted his systems to stay aligned to that, because life got boring fast when everything moved slower than you. But the weight of Wolfwood’s hand on his forehead opened up the gulf between the click of the second hand, and Vash was falling, falling, falling, through endless milliseconds of blinding light as a bell tone rang in his bones and started to vibrate outwards-- Deep inside Vash, a door labeled NICHOLAS D. WOLFWOOD opened to let a spark through, one unmistakably flavored with cigarette smoke and gunpowder and all-encompassing guilt. A soul with a direct line to his. A connection between two fucked up points. ------ A '98 soulmates fix-it rewrite about two people badly hurt by life learning how to stop hurting each other and earn the happy ending they deserve. Complete at 85k and 14 chapters, posting weekly on Sundays.

OUGHH this is genuinely so fucking beautiful and awesome!!! Probably my favorite rewrite of the ending of 98, and the mechanics for the way Vash and Knives work as plants is really just so fucking cool. Not to mention the whole soulmate bond, it's crazy and fucked up for both of them, and they're so so stupid about it and I love them so much.

Just two broken dudes dealing with being forceable bonded and being in each other's heads.

Shaking you and begging you to read this!!!

[sammykisser]

live footage of me interacting with a wincest anti

[howlsofbloodhounds]

Yall ever think color ever just randomly burst into tears because he misses gaster, or did leaving him behind in the Void possibly mean forgetting Gaster again. Maybe he randomly bursts into tears when first around other Gasters and has absolutely no idea why.