#cw threats

[pluck-heartstrings]

Drew something for a little fic I read on Twitter but cropped it because it was waaaaay not safe for here

I like how the poses turned out so I figured I’d post it here. Enjoy 😊

[maxcatz]

“the A in lgbtqia+ stands for ally!” i’m in your walls

[sibcxn]

your big brother loves you so much. you have no idea how long he's been waiting for you, okay, baby? so don't ruin this for me, or i'll fucking kill you.

[gabessquishytum]

Regency/forbidden love idea!

Omega hob is being presented to society. Of course, everyone tells him he’s lucky he gets to debut at all. His family is new money and hob isn’t exactly seen as a traditional beauty. While he has a pleasing form, good childbearing hips, he’s beat up alphas who thought he’d be an easy lay and now he has a reputation.

Omega dream is the jewel of the season, the beautiful third sibling of the richest family in town, the endless and everyone is vying for his hand. He is bored as hell with alphas trying to impress him, expecting him to swoon into their arms. He’s known as an ice prince and the prize everyone alpha thinks they can have.

But they don’t know that dream is in love already.

He didn’t expect it. He didn’t ask for it. He was set on being a good omega and doing his duty. And then he met hob. The minute he saw him Dream’s senses came alive. He’d never thought he was attracted to anyone. But hob’s smile, his scent, his warm laugh—Dream realizes maybe he’s never wanted alphas. Maybe he is meant to love an omega. and hob is no better. He catches a glimpse of Dream and it’s over, his heart is dream’s.

The first time, they’re on holiday together by the sea—no need for a chaperone when they’re both omegas— and dream can’t help himself. He steals into hob’s bed, heart in his chest and hob is already awake, like he was waiting for him. He kisses him like he’s a starving man.

Hob spreads dream out and eats him out until dream comes screaming and then dream fucks him until he’s sobbing into the mattress. And they swear under the sheets and stars that they will elope. As soon as they have enough money and a plan.

Dream is pretty sure he can put off an engagement. Death is helping. She’s got their parents convinced that no one has offered a high enough bride price. So far no one is good enough for dream.

Hob isn’t worried for himself. He doesn’t expect anyone to make an offer for him. But he lives in fear of some alpha making a claim for dream. Everyone wants him.

Finally they have enough. Dream’s estranged brother has offered to shelter them. Dream writes to hob with the good news and packs a bag. That night, he goes to wait in the woods, where hob knows to meet him.

But hob doesn’t show up. Dream waits hours, heart pounding, suddenly sure that hob never meant to come, that hob doesn’t love him. until suddenly their friend Matthew comes running out of the night.

“He isn’t coming,” he gasps out and dream feels his heart shatter (it must be true then, dream must be unlovable)— “he was caught,” matthew continues. “They’re arranging his match now, he is being mated in the morning. They’re looking for you too. I’m sorry, dream, you have to run. ”

Holy shit!! Amazing romance novel material right here!!

I totally want to see Dream launching a rescue mission (with Matthew). But in the short term, he really does have no choice but to run. If they're both caught then things will be even worse - he needs to get away from this place if he's going to rescue Hob. So he reluctantly flees via the mail coach, biting the back of his hand to stop himself from screaming in anguish as he gets further from his love.

Meanwhile, Hob is having NONE of this imprisonment in his room and forced mating thing that his family have planned. He's been locked in, and the windows are barred, but he does have the time to develop a plan. And to sharpen the little knife that he normally uses to open envelopes to a very sharp point.

He acts submissive and ashamed when the alpha he's been given to is brought into the room. A quick transaction was made overnight - there are lists of alphas waiting for mates, it wasn't hard to find one at short notice. Hob clasps his little knife and he waits.

He doesn't murder his new alpha, although he thinks he'd be entitled to - forced mating is technically illegal. Its self defence for Hob to slash at the alpha's face when he tries to mount Hob. Self defence for him to run down the stairs, brandishing his knife. To flee through the kitchen, steal a horse, and ride away at top speed.

He wouldnt make it very far if it wasn't for the fact that Dream is waiting for him with money, falsified papers and a plan. Hob finds him waiting at the first coaching inn on the road to London, and they immediately head north as fast as possible. Hob is still wearing his bloodied shirt, and Dream is ashamed to admit that he finds it rather sexy. Hob just smells so good with all his wrath and vengeance on display.

After that, it's bizarrely easy. Hob cuts his hair, Dream starts dressing a little more conservatively. They move to a nice little hotel by the seaside, with Hob pretending to be Dream’s companion. Two omegas living a quiet life and sharing a room is far from a scandal. They even go abroad and finally get to travel like they always dreamed of. And oh, they make love at least 3 times each day. They simply can't keep their hands off each other. Hob wakes up each day and nuzzles his way down to eat his beloved out - the very best way to say good morning. And when the heats sync up, the pleasure is unmatched by anything.

Death and Matthew both visit them when it's safe to do so, and even they can tell: omegas or not, those two were made for each other. They'd find each other in any universe - it's fate!

[rotteneldritchhorror]

I love love LOVE when they immediately go to “kill this man. Kill him dead. Bury him under a parking lot.” AND RIGHTFULLY SO!!

It’s forever iconic. Slip deadly nightshade into his morning coffee and then stab him a few times for extra measure, bury him under the brunch parking lot, brutalise him.

[cometstry]

🐕 barkinginthe-night Follow

wait wait wait wait you’re telling me all night wolves are related. how do y’all reproduce wtf

🐶 the-most-correct-dog-ever Follow

This is why we need to make a come back for Night Wolf exterminators, they are literal pests that do disgusting things.

#follow for more tips! #NIGHTWOLVES KYS

🌹 night-wolfboy ☑️ Follow

nah i did not almost die to make schools teach about night wolves a thing for you to say this 😭😭

🔁 night-wolfboy ☑️

@barkinginthe-night op, what happens is that people w/ night wolf genes get with normal werewolves or humans and have kids if they wish to, that’s where most night wolves come from now

🧛 vampussy-wait-no Follow

but nightwolves are literally a result of a werewolf king m*ting with a vampire king?

🌹 night-wolfboy Follow

yea! It’s like a half chance if a night wolf were to mate with a human or werewolf, but 100% if they get with a vampire

🔁 night-wolfboy Follow

@/the-most-correct-dog-ever blocked me 💀

[taskforcedistortion]

[Closed Starter for @dark-type-mischief and @pokemonveterinarian]

Mid day, at around 4 in the evening, it started.

The raid started.

Portals opened in the woods of Santalune Forest, close enough to the house for it to be not much of a walk, but far enough to not be heard at first, Maxie narrows his eyes at the sight of the house, face warping into a sarcastic smirk. "Of course his house would be run down... of course..."

A few grunts surround the area, quickly getting into the positions they were told, after all, this is Maxie and Archie's kid, they're here in case something goes wrong.

Pokemon were let out of their pokeballs, mainly canines and other small pokemon, the pokemon leading the pack being Bite, Fight, and a large female Houndoom, the collar on her neck saying 'Smoke'.

Both Archie and Maxie hang back for now, letting the pokemon lead the charge.

Bite and Fight both quickly charge at the door at the same time, Smoke right behind them.

[couldtransitionsaveher]

This is a Public Service Annoucement for the community at large! Unfortunally you have been diagnosed with the rare but dangerous terminal disease know as TABIT/B (TIRF-Adjacent Baeddelist Internalized Transphobia/Bigotry). Fortunally there is available a long but efective curative threatment; To get long deep and moist daily sessions of oral by a kind and caring tboys followed before and after by edging and aftercare respectively!

So, I was going to ignore this ask, but I recently found out that a bunch of other trans women and lesbians got the exact same message:

(if any of you want to peep the horror, search "TABIT/B")

Anyway, you don't get a No-Prize for this. From the bottom of my heart, rot in hell.

[misc-obeyme]

Cw: threats, torture

Thinking about me threatening lower demons when they annoy me. I do this with my friends all the time, playfully of course (some threats being more threatening than others but you know). Barbatos and diavolo have walked in on this because a lower demon didn't want to do their part of the project.

Didn't even threaten them with the brothers or anything, just threatened him with torture and some other things. Torture methods are my hyper fixation so I know how to torture someone. Threaten them with a bloody angel and see the fear in their eyes. (I need help, I know).

Bows for barb

Oh I dunno, I think a lot of people have a fascination with torture. It's certainly something that's captured the minds of many people throughout history. Not just those who do it, but those who research it or write books about it, etc etc.

Not really a personal interest of mine, lol, but I don't think you need help necessarily. (I mean I don't know, maybe you do? I'm no expert.)

Anyway, I think the lesser demon's reaction is going to depend on your personal take on how regular those demons are. They don't really go into it in the game, so you get to come up with how you think they would deal with such things.

I kinda think the brothers have casually mentioned doing things like eating MC and whatnot before, even if they've never actually done anything along those lines. Which makes me think it might be normal for demons to kind of threaten each other with torture, you know? They're demons, right?

Now if you actually performed such torture techniques, they might start taking your threats more seriously.

I'm always going to be on the Barbatos training humans who are interested in torture idea. So if he hears you threatening torture, I think he'd ask you about it. Kinda like, Oh do you have an interest torture, MC? Especially funny if he asks you casually over tea lol.

Diavolo just kinda shakes his head like come on Barbatos you can't teach the human exchange student torture methods. That would not be appreciated by other humans!

[cluedoenthusiast]

[wisteriasymphony]

wisteria symphony be like "we have Chat Blanc at home" the Chat Blanc at home:

[a-little-lostecho]

BROTHER THINGS

::

*Floyd bragging to Jade about being a centimeter taller than him*

Jade, who’s had enough of Floyd’s antics : Oh my, I wonder if you were to turn back into your original form and we cut off part of your tail, would you shrink? We should test that theory out.

Azul, tired of both of their antics : Jade we will not be cutting off anyone’s tails.

Yuu, who wants to know now : No, no, let him try it I want to see what happens.

::

(I’m actually lowkey curious but realistically it probably wouldn’t work?)

[pluralcultureis]

TW; Vent thing ig, Aggressive behavior and Violence

Aggressive Protector/Anger holder Plural culture is having a protector that is not only a rage holder but also a persecutor and Prosecutor so whenever he fronts everyone in the system is worried he might become really aggressive towards our friends (having a close call yesterday). The worst part is one of our friend systems has an alter that sees him as a 'father figure' cause he is kind to them and stuff and said alter is very sensitive to aggression and stuff so he has to be watched by soothers when said friend wants to talk to him.

I feel bad for the kid because they don't know how aggressive our protector can get, having threatened and even beat other alters to "correct their behavior" (them having deserved it but I can admit, being really harsh myself as another protector and not as bad anger holder, it was probably extremely harsh). All his behavior mainly is because in his source he was a prison guard and had to take extreme measures ig..

-📜

We have a protector who's an anger holder and persacutor too, he's also very prone to violent outbursts

We've managed to work on it with him, but it took years and so much trial and error

[rotomblr-polls]

Your Pokemon Tournament - MATCHUP SEVEN

Remember, be nice to both competitors.

Art for Charcoal the Houndoom is by @rotomblr-polls and art for Oreo the Zebstrika is by @team-skull-unova.

Charcoal the Houndoom belongs to @anonymous-user-a and Oreo the Zebstrika belongs to @team-skull-unova.

Propaganda under the cut.

Charcoal the Houndoom - entry 116 “He was born with one leg missing, but he is a very brave boy. Please reward him.”

Oreo the Zebstrika - entry 141 “she loves attacking birds and i will let her do so if she doesn't win. no pidove will be safe. is that what you want? save the pidove, vote for Oreo“

[frubbotoxicyuri]

chatters who spam green and blue hearts when that rihanna song plays should take a long walk off a short peer if you catch my drift

[mx-julien]

Zane is curious to a fault and that's my favorite flaw. refined version of this rough fic post from three years ago. now posted on ao3

Zane gets taken prisoner by the Mechanic. Nya and Cole are on the way, but will they get there in time? And why Zane?

CW: threats of robot violence (not carried out), canon-typical violence (people get beat up and walk away with a bruise or two)

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Gray is called neutral for a reason. It doesn't offend any of the other colors. Not with red plastic wire jackets or the gold wiring inside, cradled by unpolished titanium plates. The only real light Zane has is falling onto the concrete floor and stretches up to his chest. Someone removed a Monopoly box-sized rectangle from the door and stuck wrought iron in. It's a far cry from the smooth round bars installed in Kryptarium. They should rethink calling him "Most Valuable Prisoner" if these are the conditions they put important people in.

Zane would halfheartedly kick at a rock, but all of his motors are shot except for the ones on his neck, abdomen, and right are. Also, there are no rocks nearby, so he lies there, half propped against a wall. His left arm is detached and strewn to the side of the cell in the corner.

The slivers of light are disturbed by a silhouette wearing a bowl hat. In a few moments, the door is open and The Mechanic stands inscribed in a rectangle of light that crawls towards the inside of Zane's cell, "Little nindroid," he leans in, keys jangling on his hip, "Don't count yourself lucky 'cause I'm not leavin' any time soon."

After a moment to process the double negative, Zane tries to right his head and gets about 70% there. His vision is still tilted slightly to the left. "You're the unlucky one," an exposed motor audibly whirs when he speaks. One good arm helps push his back further up the wall in an effort to look like he's sitting rather than considerably incapacitated. "And an idiot on top of that," he looks pointedly around the room, "Or did you not realize that you led us straight to your base?" Zane looks the mechanic in the one good eye he has.

He just laughs, "Like you'll ever make it back to tell 'em!" The clanging of loose gears punctuates every heave of his leather-clad chest.

Someone from behind yells, "Yeah!" and pumps a fist into the air while another curls one hand into a fist and hits it against their palm as an ode of what's to come. Oh joy.

Squinting, Zane can make out three goons of various sizes past the doorway. All of them are wearing tattered leather jackets and ripped acid wash jeans. Idly, he wonders if their 'Henchmen from an 80s movie' outfits come out of their paycheck or the boss'.

The Mechanic turns and screeches for them to be quiet.

Then he searches a large, and horribly inconvenient, key ring. After what feels like ages, he clips a particular key to his belt.

He sets his eyes on Zane and begins to creep forward into the cell, "You're going to give me that capacitor real nice like," he motions his hands in a 'come come' manner that Zane discovers he finds incredibly demeaning, "Or I'm gonna take you apart  'til I find it like the Good 'Ol Mechanic I am." He crouches, still out of arm's reach but too close for any semblance of comfort, "Like I've wanted to for so long. You get me?" Grinning, he shows off teeth adorned with gold and silver. Either he lacks dental hygiene or fancies the look of grillz.

The metal piece replacing his eye has a few lights in it that stare at Zane like they're expecting him to blink first. "We destroyed it-" narrowing his eyes before scoffing, "Do you really think we'd keep around a novel compact device capable of holding that much electricity?"

"No," The Mechanic stands up to full height and walks backwards to lean back on the cell wall, "I think you," he points at Zane, "Are curious enough to want it around to tinker with - to figure out all its little secrets and whatnot." A pause. "But smart enough to know that your other little friends wouldn't agree." He takes out a cigarette and flicks his lighter, illuminating the dank room. It is summarily snuffed out after serving its purpose; the butt of the cigarette glows a dark red. "You either have it or you know where it is." He draws in a breath and lets the smoke trickle out through his mustache.

Zane feels a tangible sense of checkmate as he sees the ash fall between oily human fingers. But it's not over yet. "Fine," he raises his head the last several degrees to straighten it fully, "But if I don't tell you where it is, how is taking me apart going to help? You'll never find it if I'm not intact."

"Tell it to me now," he shuts the door, letting it clang so loud it makes the tallest henchman flinch, "And you won't have to see me rilflin' 'round that chest of yours to see where the memory stick's at." He pulls a pair of foot-long pliers out of his toolbelt, wearing a smile that borders on the side of deranged.

This is Zane's own fault and he's fully aware that he deserves what's coming to him. But he can't help feeling relief when a door down the hallway is kicked in and "Hands off the nindroid!" echoes through the room.

The goons spring to their feet just in time for Nya to incapacitate the shortest one and trip the gangliest member against a wall. It's enough to keep her occupied that a woman with blond, curly hair puts her arms around Nya's neck in a choke hold. Out of reflex, Zane tries to move his left arm to grab a shuriken, only to be greeted by sparks that jump to the ground and fizzle out.

Nya widens her stance and attempts to flip her assailant onto the person slumped against the nearby wall. When the taller goon flips open a switchblade, she reconsiders just long enough for the Mechanic to make it over and brandish his brass knuckles. Stopped in her tracks, Nya lifts the feet of her attacker from behind just long enough to spin around and jerk backwards to smash the Mechanic into a wall.

She's not pay attention to the person with the knife. They've stood up and are mid-lunge when Cole barrels through the hallway, knocking the wind out of them and leaving them gasping for air on the floor. Nya still has an arm around her neck, but the woman attacking her is dazed. Cole grabs one of her arms, letting Nya twist out of the way. She snatches a pair of handcuffs from the henchman's belt, securing the woman's hands behind her back and around a table leg. Cole was checking the pulses of the other knocked out henchmen, so he didn't notice who had gone missing.

"Damn hard to find good help these days," not to be forgotten, the Mechanic quickly locks he cell door behind him and throws the keys across the room, coming to rest near what used to be the Zane's left elbow, "Oh well," his other hand grabs wire cutters out of an inner coat pocket, "Guess we'll have an audience, eh, nindroid?"

"Shit!"

He takes only two steps closer before the door groans and bends behind him. The Mechanic spins around, shocked. Nya chooses that moment to walk through the new opening in the concrete, drag him a few feet closer to her by grabbing his shirt, then punch his lights out.

Cole watches it happen, a few of his locs obscuring an eye, while he's still holding the door in his hands. Almost regarding it as a seasoned debate student would his notes. He promptly throws it aside after his eyes land on Zane's, rather dishevelled look.

"Hey buddy," he bends down at Zane's right side, putting a hand on his back so it's easier to sit, "Not looking too hot," he scans the room, finally able to process the extent of the damage, "What the hell did they do to you?"

"They tore that arm off," he uses his head to gesture to it, as if there are some other remains of a titanium android's arm lying around in close proximity, "And then it joined me as I was pushed off a building." Zane puts a hand on Cole's shoulder, "But I gathered what I could of it and I'm okay. All the important things are intact."

Finished with tying up the Mechanic, Nya walks in and surveys the damage she, Jay, and Pixal will have to repair, "What did they want from you, anyways?" She takes off her gi to use as a makeshift bag to hold the large arm plates she's picking up, "They seemed to specifically go after you once they regrouped."

Zane's lifted into the air, his legs uneven; the right side showing too many wires to be fully intact inside and the other being so crumpled it became an inch shorter. Cole's supporting all of his weight, one arm gripping the area where an arm used to be and his right holding on to the metallic one that's slung around his shoulders.

"The capacitor from last week."

"What about it?" Cole shuffles sideways through the opening so Zane's legs don't catch, "But you destroyed it a few days ago? Why'd they think- don't tell me you-"

Pointedly, Zane looks the hallway, admiring the bent door and its handle laying on the floor. Nya stands up, gi in hand, and leaves the cell, putting her free hand on her hip and sighing, "Zane. This is why we get rid of those things in the first place."

He waits a beat, feeling the eyes of his disappointed friends. Much Zane's body may be broken but his pride is in perfect working condition. They just didn't understand, clearly. "It stores energy so much more efficiently than anything we have developed right now. We don't even know if it's the design or the materials or-"

"Or what?" Cole readjusts his grip on him, making the loose pieces in his legs rattle and scrape together, "It could be important, sure, but is it worth it to get captured again? Damn it, Zane, we can't afford to worry about someone going missing or another burnt down monastery!"

"I-" the nindroid lets his head hang, giving him a clear view of the wreckage that is his lower half. His voice gets quieter, "There was some... collateral damage I hadn't fully taken into account."

After a few moments of silence, Nya gets out her phone to call the commissioner. His limp body is dragged out anther door and up several flights of spiral stone stairs onto the roof. Zane's set down against an air conditioning unit, propped up like a favorite tea time doll.

Cole sits down to his right, holding his one good hand. He takes the other to push hair out of his eyes. Taking a deep breath in, he methodically exhales after almost exactly ten seconds.

A full minute later, Cole tries to speak, "Just-" he turns his head to look away from Zane, to where the Bounty will presumably dock soon. "We can always get you one from Borg: the guy has everything," he squeezes his hand, "Except- except you. We only have one of you, and I'd like to keep this Zane in one piece."

There was no use pointing out that Borg does not have what he's looking for. "I'll..." letting his voice box draw out the word, he leans forward a little, catching Cole's eye, "restrain myself -  in the future, that is - when it comes to things like this."

Cole just nods, accepting the apology as one might tuck a missing letter into their pocket.

Zane's not forgiven yet, just understood.

Nya comes up after not much longer and sits where his left arm would usually be when it's not shattered into pieces.

Soon, the Bounty will descend out of the clouds, but right now it's tranquil. Zane closes his eyes, shutting off visual sensors and allowing his head to rest on the AC unit behind them. If he sits here long enough, he just might forget how damaged his legs are.

And how the capacitor sitting right next to his heart has never felt heavier.

~*~

set in a "vaguely after s8" timeline and Some General Robot Gore, but none of the End Of The Season Plot things. wanted to treat myself a little bit because I love underexplored character flaws and broken robots.

lmk if you want another chapter on the team's POV or the bit leading up to Zane's capture; or just throw me a prompt in my asks