This one's for all the tumblr monster fuckers.
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Just in the nick of time, before the end of International Zine Month 2023, I finished my newest zine—Ransom Notes. All of it was composed and collaged during IZM. It’s twelve pages, 1/2 letter size, with six poems—five collage poems, one blackout poem; two wistful poems, one wistful yet silly, two straight-up silly, and one sexy. (One of the silly poems is the Doctor Who poem above.) It’s $2+$1 shipping (w/in the U.S.). You can buy it at ko-fi[dot]com[slash]rustbeltjessie but if you prefer to pay a different way, or wanna set up a trade, or live outside the U.S., please DM me and we’ll work something out!
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Fb shows me advertisements for a game I'm interested in picking up at some point and usually the little poems are pretty cute but this one.... Me and my priest kink feel attacked.
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PINNED POST.
So I'm doing this, I suppose. I am Akechi. This is not a roleplay blog, I am a headmate in a system. Things to clear up:
I am over 18. There may be suggestive jokes or the like on this blog, but probably nothing more.
I will not give a DNI list. Block me if you so desire, for I will block you without regret.
I am a man. I like men. I am polyamorous. Does this matter? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
If you think I'm "inaccurate" to my source, keep it to yourself.
That's all, I think.
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ransom note? With whoever u want I'm just a sucker for that setup
The hero’s droopy eyes were always such a fascinating sight. The villain could very well keep them drugged up like this for the rest of their life, if they so pleased, and it would never get old to them.
They would always be able to admire their slurred moans behind the gag, their watery eyes looking at them so delicately, hardly able to grasp onto a single thought in that empty little head of theirs.
The villain smiled softly, their fingers tapping under the chin.
“Hero,” they called, gently stroking their thumb along their chin. The hero’s eyelids sluggishly blinked, looking so out of it. They couldn’t even lift that heavy head of theirs without the villain’s help. It was so pitiful.
“It’s been six days and three hours since I sent out your ransom note,” they sighed, feigning a look of pity as they tilted their limp head to the side, admiring the glint of the dim light in those blank eyes. “They finally got back to us. Want me to read it?”
They fished into their pocket, bringing out the pristine note in the envelope, something the Agency had sent in response to the ransom note the villain had sent out when they first got their hands on the hero.
They let go of the hero’s chin, letting it drop unceremoniously, not missing the disgruntled whine that bubbled against their gag. The villain briefly smiled at that.
They motioned for one of the henchmen to untie the gag from around the hero’s mouth, simultaneously using a small knife to slice open the top of the envelope. The villain gave a languid sigh, their uninterested eyes scanning over the words.
“Absurd amount of money, don’t hurt you, negotiable terms,” the villain listed off under their breath, a small chuckle escaping their lips as they turned to the hero, taking in clipped breaths with the absence of the gag. “You hear that?”
They gripped their jaw, fingers digging into their cheeks as they jerked them forward, the ropes scraping against their already sore flesh. The hero gave a pained whimper.
“No money,” they told them, showing them the note, even though the hero wouldn’t be able to read anything in this state. “They want to negotiate instead. Isn’t that funny? They’re begging me not to hurt you, and yet they’re willing to risk not meeting my demands when I asked them to.”
The villain scrunched the note up in their hand, until it was squashed down tight in the ball of their fist. They stepped directly in front of the hero, digging their thumb into their mouth and prying their jaw open. Watery, pitiful doe eyes could barely stare up at them.
“Maybe it’s for the best, you know,” they cooed, stuffing the ball of paper in their mouth, making the hero moan against it. They tapped their cheek harshly. “They won’t pay the amount I asked for, so I’m going to keep you.”
The villain wiped away a stray tear charging down their bruised cheek, and let go of them. Their head dropped.
“You’re too pretty like this to pass up anyway,” they smiled.
@badthingshappenbingo
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