#really desensitizes you to gore

[snekdood]

i wonder if people who hate vegans but specifically the ones who tell themselves they’re unphased by animal death practice by watching slaughterhouse videos and train themselves to not feel anything while watching

[queenie-the-court-jester]

that isn't very holy of you :/

Yandere church boy x gn!reader

It came out shittier than I hoped for. Not proofread 🌺 I'll fix this when I have the time

Tw: religious themes, noncon mention, minor cult mention

✝️ you had just arrived in the small town of morning star. Having been needing a break from the city life, you rented a one bedroom cabin close by. Planning on staying here for a month, you quickly headed towards your new home, very eager to start exploring the area

✝️ wandering around the town square, it seemed everyone knew eachother. A family like community perhaps? Maybe that's why they all kept staring at you as passed through, must not be use to new faces

✝️that was until a group of children approached, asking you to come play ball with them. You couldn't say no to their puppy dog eyes, and the adult's judgemental stares so you agreed. And it was fun surprisingly! You noticed none of the children had any phones.. or the grown up's for that matter

✝️your first week there you were unsettled, but you just pushed it off as the townsfolks strange behavior, Focusing on unpacking and enjoying your stsy. Until one of the school teachers, a kindergarten one, knocked on your door on a sunday

"hi there honey! On behalf of the people I'd like to sincerely apologize for the cold welcome. It's just been a hard year for all of us! So to make it up you, won't you come to church with us on this fine morning?"

✝️ whether or not you're religious yourself, she managed to convince you to come along. Chatting the whole walk there. Talking about her husband, her children. She mentioned something about having a son your age but you weren't really paying attention

✝️ walking through the grand double doors of the church house, she sat you on the front row with the pastors family, next to a young man. You were startled as she sat on the other side of you, leaning in to whisper In Your ear as she pointed at the pastor preaching

"that's my hubby right there. He's a handsome fella ain't he?"

✝️david looked at his mother in disbelief, he told her a few a times he found you attractive and now look at her! He could practically see the gears turning in her head. thankfully you seemed preoccupied thinking, so he did his best to seem normal while his poor heart beated 300 mph

✝️after the sermon, david turned to you and have you a sheepish smile

"hi.. my name's David, but you can call me dave.. its.. nice to meet you"

✝️you and David hit it off, unlike all the other people. He didn't constantly talk about praising god and forcing his religion down your throat. He was kind, understanding. Laughing at your jokes and nodding along to your words. He never met someone so.. ethereal

✝️growing up, he had a hard time believing in his small towns "god". Watching them cut up and sacrifice newcomers to their false idols, he felt sick to the pit of his stomach heading their screams. But he could definitely devote his cause to you...

✝️he trapped you in this shitty town when he asked you out on a little date a few days later. Unaware he drugged your food and dragging you into his home, waking up chained to a bed. You couldn't tell how long you've been there, but every time you'd try to escape he'd punish you in bed. Not letting you cum or overstimulating you to the point of tears. Why would you want to leave something that can make you feel so good?

✝️he grew up desensitized to blood and gore, so he's confused when you're screaming and crying. Why are you doing that? Don't you know that this is what happens to bad spouses? What do you mean you're not married either? ofcourse you are. Stop being so difficult...

✝️nobody blinks an eye when he strides into town with you on a collar and leash. And that's when you realized, you should have left earlier. Because the whole town was sick in the head. It wasn't like you could call for help because he fucking destroyed your electronics and the people don't even have phones. Something about wifi signals can brainwash you

✝️ he's whipped for you, that much you can obviously tell. but he's smarter than he looks. Eating dinner with his family is just painful,since all they talk about is God god god. It hurts your ears with how often they just Randomly start singing praises. It's bad enough they force you to watch their cult church activities...

✝️if you give in to his demands, he'll let you off the leash but you have to stay close by at all times. If you don't, he'll have to make his punishments a little more extreme. There's also a possibility he'll force you to help around the town. whether that be looking after the children or just running around doing errands. The shock bracelet on your ankle stops you from running into the woods..

✝️if you don't, well.. you wouldn't mind if you became permanently handicapped right?

"don't be so difficult sweetie.. just stay still and it'll cut right through okay?'

[ovaryacted]

you know. i really think Leon’s favorite thing is also fingering.

MDNI/18+. NSFW.

Oh absolutely. It goes hand in hand with him being a munch but I also think it's a symbolic thing on his end.

Leon is a man who is constantly questioning his own humanity, wondering if he is just as rotten as the rest of the world he's trying so hard to save. He hates that he sees so much carnage and gore despite being desensitized to it. Deep down he loathes being part of this bigger system with limited control, always holding a weapon in his hand or his fingers clenching together in a fist as he throws a punch. He's a man-made machine despite not wanting to be, and he thinks his hands are only meant for destruction.

Except it's different when he gets to touch you when his fingers lightly graze your body and run lines over your back and thighs. It's so easy for him to just slip his fingers inside your waiting body, feeling your walls clench around his digits with every pump he gives you.

He can't help himself as he watches the way his fingers grow slick between your lower lips, eyeing the clear fluid that stains his skin with every push and pull. Leon would rest his head against one of your thighs and keep the other lifted onto his shoulder, never moving his gaze from your pussy. He groans to himself when your fingers come to tug at his hair, mumbling praises that count as words of affirmation under his breath, mixing in with your moans that fill the room.

"So pretty and wet. You can hear it can't you?"

"Such a pretty pussy, all for me"

"That feel good? Yeah, she's just crying for more"

"That's the spot, right baby? You want it right there?"

In a way, being able to feel you like this and the warmth between your legs grants him a sense of solace, knowing that his hands are much more capable of hurting the enemy or causing injury. He finds himself having another purpose, curling into that textured spot inside you that makes you whine out his name the way he likes.

Knowing that he can bring you pleasure with just a stroke of his hand is enough to give him the motivation to push you over the edge over and over again. He won't stop until he gets his fill, until he's ripping orgasm after orgasm from your shaking body.

Your slick making a mess on his hand feels so much better than the familiar crimson he usually sees. If he'd have it any other way, this is what he'll be doing for the rest of his life.

[the-s1lly-corner]

can we please get hc on Brahms and reader watching a horror movie? oWo

Brahms x reader watching a horror movie

No thoughts today

Notes: reader is GN, unspecified movie

CWs: none

hes desensitized to blood and most gore but i dont think he would be all that fond about other concepts or jumpscares- he hasnt really been exposed to much thanks to living in the walls of his home!

funny considering what hes done, but he might actually hate horror movies- he finds himself clinging onto you when things get tense in the film

of course some of that is just him clinging onto you because he wants to

listens to any theories you make while watching the movie, no need to worry about being shushed! you two are watching the movie in the comfort of your own home

he could never shush you, in most... scenarios at least.. he likes listening to your voice.. in fact he wishes he could listen to it all day everyday

but getting back on track, he would get understandably mad at any dumb choices any of the characters make in the film

do not try to entertain him with the "what if we were in a horror movie and-" questions, hes always going to default to saying hes just going to murder the killer/monster in the film- both to save himself and to save you

goes silent if you bring up a hypothetical "what if im already dead" question

he does not like the concept of you leaving, even if its because youve died, he doesnt care if its a hypothetical its still something that he thinks about

on a lighter note, he does enjoy some of the snacks you bring or make for the movie night! expect him to ask for you to make more in the future

[annabelle--cane]

hmm okay to round up some current disparate tmagp thoughts into one place:

-> the fear taxonomy: I'm not quite sure where I sit on the desires theory currently, but I think it's worth noting that while both of our case subjects from the first episode were explicitly afraid of the spooky things happening to them, none of the rest have been, and I think it's really interesting that tom the horror blogger's whole problem was that he was so desensitized to fear it made him foolhardy (the exact thing our lovely ms georgina barker overcompensated so hard to avoid). yes, you could pick probably any archives statement and try to frame it around a desire instead of a fear because that's how character motivations work, but I don't think it's wrong to point out that since episode two all of our subjects have been remarkably chill about the Horrors happening to them. I'm not totally onboard with the desires at time of writing, I think there a few details that don't quite line up with that idea, but I'm still keeping a pin in the theory.

I also don't think it's wrong to point out that things like "music so hauntingly beautiful it makes a crowd tear itself to bloody pieces" and "paranoia and eye-related gore popping up in conjunction to the magnus institute" are familiar scenarios and seem to match up to the entities as we know them. those are very specific motifs connected to very specific types of Horrors and I think saying it's random coincidence that we're seeing them again is a bit of a weird take.

-> norris, chester, and augustus. in-universe, these voices appeared out of nowhere about a year ago, and one of the central mysteries set up so far is "what the hell is up with all this weird tech?", I think it is a perfectly reasonable assumption to think these voices are part of the mystery and not just an excuse to get jonny and alex's voices in the show. if that were the case, why would there be a third voice? yes, this podcast is meant to be comprehensible to new listeners, but I don't think that rules out any direct ties to archives, I think part of the function of having fresh protagonists who don't know anything about the events of archives is that, if the audience needs to learn anything about the first show, they can learn it along with a viewer-surrogate character.

personally, I think it very unlikely that the voices are literally jon, martin, and jonah's actual consciousnesses trapped in computers, I think those characters' stories are done and there's something funkier happening here (neither them nor not them but a secret third thing, yknow), but dismissing any idea that the voices are related to the characters, again, feels like a weird take.

-> gwen bouchard. honestly I feel like the way the production team have treated gwen's connection to elias vs the way some fans have come at is kind of illustrative. I've seen a couple of groups of fans get weirdly smug about the idea that we don't know gwen is related to elias, her name could just be a red herring, meanwhile on the tmagp post-launch stream everyone there took it as obvious that gwen is a bouchard and thus related to elias. not everything is red herrings, guys. it would be an extremely weird writing move to set up a bunch of stuff with clear links and parallels to archives and have it all be meaningless.

[just-null-cult]

i have come here to personally thank you for giving me more than i asked for 🙏🏻 i am utterly grateful like IDJFKDKKFODOD 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️ it made me so happy the last doodle has my heart he is so cute i will eat him

also there is a DROUGHT out there for us noritoshi fans like im living on CRUMBS its insane and omg dont even talk to me abt how it feels like to be a kashimo and ino lover (altho they are getting a bit more love now) my nori is still underrated :/ sooo hence im asking ur hand in friendship and in exchange i promise to share my hcs with you abt nori my sweet lil meow meow we're in this together 💪🏻💪🏻

also since its October, do you think he likes horror movies? i feel like he can withstand gory movies but its the jumpscares that get him and he wont tell u he's scared when u watch one with jumpscares owkfkdkd imagine him hiding his face against ur shoulder or something 😭😭😭 (i used to do that with my dad when we watched horror movies and i used to be like im not scared😤😤 when he asked if i was lmfao thats where this hc stemmed from)

N. NORITOSHI HIDING IN YOUR SHOULDER OR SUPPRESSING HIS REACTIONS TO THE JUMPSCARES....... WAS IT AN INVOLUNTARY REACTION TO USE YOU TO HIDE??????? WAS IT BUILT UP TRUST????? DID HE GROW USED TO HOLDING ONTO YOU WHEN HE GETS SURPRISED BECAUSE HE WANTS TO MAKE SURE HE HAS HIS VALUABLES SAFE????????? WAS IT A MOMENT WHERE HIS MIND JUST INSTINCTIVELY GRABBED THE FIRST THING HE WANTED TO PROTECT/BE PROTECTED BY???????? OH MY FUCK.

he's probably used to gore and gritty stuff like that since he sees it often being a jujutsu sorcerer and all. not to mention his technique is literally blood. maybe he's desensitized to gore films, the most you'll get from him is a disgusted scowl.

BUT DID YOU SEE HOW QUICK HIS EYE OPENED WHEN HANAMI SHOWED UP BEHIND HIM. YOURE SO FUCKING FR ABT JUMPSCARES. Noritoshi is that guy who wouldn't scream or yelp but gasp really loudly and jump out of his skin.

i feel like they get him most in horror because of the music building up anticipation. if its one of those fake outs where the jumpscare comes a bit after, he's fucked UP. It makes him instantly miffed, as he tries to regain his composure. He swears he's not usually like this, it got him by surprise is all..!

Noritoshi is the type that'd only watch a horror movie if the story is rich and complex. He's the type of guy to like open endings that make you think.. if it's a guilty pleasure movie where all the protags make stupid decisions, he gets annoyed right off the bat.

He's groaning and complaining about how imbecile the characters are, but would still watch it with you because you personally invited him. If he's lucky you could fall asleep on his shoulder or [insert movie cliche here] how could he pass that up? But Noritoshi wouldn't be able to focus on you if he gets twice as annoyed because its a bad movie + jumpscares. it still startles him, but the movie is so terrible, he's embarrassed it got him, especially in front of you!!!

if you get involved and you tell him to quiet down, Noritoshi would shift his focus towards you. like that awkward guy who thinks he's being smooth and lowkey about how he cuddles up next to you. He wants to be the tough guy who's shoulder you can hide in, and he is!! just not.. with jumpscares.......

[amostnobleyandere]

Yandere! Scaramouche x GN! Reader

summary: reader lives in a small town and hates it, scara drops by, and then they get kidnapped.

A/N: tiny-whiny, teeny-weeny lil ficlet!

!!! do not read if you are not comfortable with yandere content !!!

warning(s): YANDERE, yandere content, kidnapping, toxic relationship, unhealthy relationship, forced affection, forced marriage, scara has a bad temper and is irritated af literally all the time, mention of blood and gore for two seconds

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people in your little village had always told you that your reckless behavior would lead to something dangerous. something that you wouldn’t be able to handle. the warnings had been thrown at you throughout the years, but never seemed to have any effect on your behavior.

in fact, they had warned you about him before you had even met. the second he came into town, actually. he was the fatui harbinger that walked across nations like he owned them, looked at people as if they were weeds at his feet, and spit burning words with an acid coated tongue. he was shrewd and had an explosive temper that matched his arrogant personality. he spilt blood without care, laying battlefields in rivers of crimson. he was not merciful, not kind, and you were certain there were no traits that could have possibly redeemed him as a man, much less a human, now that you knew he was made from clay and paint rather than flesh and blood.

it was just a way to have a little fun; that’s how it had started, and that’s how you had rationalized it. for once in your life, you were flirtatious, bold with reckless abandon, and charmingly lovely with a man, doing your best to grab his attention. the only appeal of trying to form a relationship with him came from the fact that he was a harbinger and had seen the world, something that you had always dreamed about; it mattered little to you that he was cross and sarcastic, as long as there was a possibility that he would let you see the world outside of the quaint huts and humble farmland that you grew up in

you did recognize that you were practically walking to your death; you really did. you weren’t so stupid to think that pestering a harbinger, someone so desensitized to human suffering, blood and gore alike, would leave you with no consequences.

but, you had lived in a small town in the secluded countryside, with homely people and an itch to see the unknown. your life felt repetitive, stuck, and it nearly drove you mad. so yes, when one of the harbingers of the Tsarita, a god among mortals, suddenly lodged himself into the boring domesticity of some random no-name town on secret business, you became a little overexcited. for once, something big was making waves in your life, with the violet haired man at the center of it all. the rush went to your head quickly, and you found yourself playing a game that had dire consequences if (when) you lost.

you were friendly at best, and coy at worst. you vied for his attention. you greeted him cheerfully when he obviously did not want to be greeted. you smiled when his temper went off and he snapped at you with that vile mouth, all cruel words and biting remarks.

worst of all, you talked with him. you spent time with him, walked and made conversation, not noticing how he almost relaxed around you. looking back on it, you think that was what had put the nail in your coffin.

there was no sign that he was attached to you, and you were content with your rocky companionship in the end.

one day even, he said he had never met someone so forward, but he spoke the words with a sneer that revealed his displeasure at your persistence.

you took that sneer as a sign that he wanted nothing to do with you, however persistent you may have been. that he would simply use you as a source of entertainment, and then leave, leave your little town, like you so desperately ached to.

and you told him this, too. you told him about your dreams, your hopes, one day with a sad smile and a bitter laugh. perhaps it had just been the fact that you were talking with someone who might sympathize with you, or at least, consider your words of traveling the world and treat them as if they could actually become reality.

on this day, his eyes did soften. he looked at you not with irritation or annoyance, but with a placid and neutral expression. he did not speak. his eyes only looked through you, meeting your gaze and not turning away. his silence quickly began to make you uncomfortable, and you changed to subject with a forced laugh, excusing yourself to go back home, as the sun went down behind the hills and the glow began to dim from your skin.

he left the next day. that was all you expected to see of him in the end. you returned back to your daily life easily. you were not happy, but remorsefully indifferent towards the fact that the last bit of something new you would probably ever see had left forever; you tried to be.

one day, however, when night had come over your village and all was silent, there was a knock at your door. you got up, not expecting to see the harbinger standing there with his arms crossed, that same placid expression on his face.

you watched his eyes narrow. he dismissed your reasoning with a wave of his hand. he dragged you outside.

that was the last you saw of your little town.

you travel now. You have to, with him being your husband. but, you never got to see the world. you could not take a step outside of the little bubble he had formed for you. the only joy that came of the never ending travel that was now your life happened when he allowed you to come and walk by his side to explore, letting you gawk and flitter around until he dragged you back with into your little bubble, his hand on your wrist.

you are draped in riches, silks chosen by his hand, and are given every luxury you could ever need.

most importantly, you are his spouse, first and foremost, and are expected to act as such. you entertain yourself at home while hes gone, and greet him when he comes back. it was an easy routine to follow. almost as easy as the one you had back in your old town, which now whenever you thought back to it brought tears to your eyes. at least your life had belonged to you solely, back then. now you are the spouse of a fatui harbinger.

you had stopped trying to get him to let you go, after your last attempt to protest him ripping you from your ordinary life only got you a dismissive wave of his hand and a disinterested glare. never mind that this isn’t what you had meant when you said you wanted to travel the world; he was making it happen. it was better than being stuck in that quaint village for the rest of your mortal life, right?

hadn’t he given you what you wanted? the only price was to stay here, with him, with everything you could ever need at your feet. the only price was your freedom.

[psiirockin]

Why don’t you do very heavy gore commissions for minors? Asking out a genuine curiosity and I’m not trying to be rude

Don’t worry, this doesn’t come off as rude! When I was a kid/teenager I was heavily desensitized by gore, both real + fiction, because I was exposed to very explicit violence as a VERY young kid & continued to get heavy exposure.. from looking into things myself and people online grooming with it, privately. (Talking, starting younger than 6..) Trauma worsens that for you, as much as people don’t really talk about it, and while I still love horror + gore, I am not desensitized to physical trauma of real people & I am healing from the damage mentally now. But again, I am 20 years old. I can handle these things with maturity + awareness in a way a child or young teenager can’t or typically doesn’t.

And my friends when I was a young teen were the same way, looking at very graphic gore— fiction/real, even if I wasn’t actively doing the same, looking back I truly do feel horrible + wish they did not do that. I personally do not feel comfortable potentially contributing to that, specifically supplying them with it on demand. Like, in a private conversation, a kid requesting a draw their character getting split in half or something very vile and crazy.. ew. If that makes sense. My art is also bordering semi realism so that is way different from if the gore was very cartoony and heavily stylized.

I think people don’t see drawing NSFW for a minor the same across all boards— NSFW also applies to very extreme gore after all. It’s just not appropriate. I mean, think about it, really. Would you stream gore for a 14 year old, as an adult? Would you send them images of blown up people, people getting tortured/dissected even if it was fictional— draw that stuff for them, Etc.?

Maybe people just don’t see it as the same. And I’m definitely not saying minors can’t enjoy a little blood, fun and horror. It’s just a personal thing with me overall.

So at the end of the day, if minors do look at my account and take in my gore art, extreme or not it is out of my hands. But I will never draw that stuff FOR them. Never.

[pokemonshelterstories]

is it fun desensitizing horse pokemon? cuz it seems kinda fun. it looks like just harmlessly flailing around

not particularly. desensitizing equine pokemon takes a long time and is hard work to do safely.

i'm not a huge fan of some of those chattoks that have been really popular lately about "desensitizing" pokemon like mudsdale or rapidash by hitting them, throwing things at them, or in the worst one i saw, literally going under the pokemon. it's not safe, and it's not really helpful. desensitization is about being a good partner to your pokemon and showing them that scary things can still be safe, not overwhelming them with so much stimulus that they learn to just sit there. and when a rapidash can gore you with its horn if you go for its head or a mudsdale can bulldoze you if you go under its belly, you're risking your own life for a tactic that isn't even particularly good.

[pumpkinsplots]

Writeblr Intro

Hello, writeblr! I finally caved and got tumblr, mostly because I love rambling about my wips and hearing other people ramble about theirs and all of that lovely stuff, so this seemed like a great platform to do that. With that being said, I plan on posting about my wips and ocs, as well as art related to those things, so if that interests you at all, I’d love to see you stick around. Also feel free to call me either Pumpkin or Maria, it’s entirely up to you!

About my writing

I’ve found that I really enjoy writing in a variety of genres, so hopefully at least one of my wips will tickle your fancy. Though I’d say a common thing for me is that I really like to world build, so my wips tend to be sci-fi, fantasy, or magical realism of some variety. Anything where I can put my own spin on the setting is something I’m bound to enjoy writing about.

I write in third person, usually with multiple povs, and I really enjoy character driven stories.

I often like to have a wide variety of ages in the cast, and if I had to pick a favorite trope it would be found family, so that’s usually present to some degree in my stuff.

Tonally, I always include light-hearted moments here and there, even if the wip is very bleak. It provides some levity, and I think it makes the painful stuff hit a lot harder. This is probably partially why I put some thought into each character’s sense of humor.

Most of my wips are geared towards older teens and adults, but I’ll get more into content warnings when I talk about each individually, because it really varies.

I’m one of those writers that kills off a lot of characters, so this is your warning not to get attached /j

I’m demisexual, so at least one character being on the ace spectrum is like a requirement for me at this point.

I’m a plantser, and pretty bad at staying motivated to actually finish first drafts.

About my wips

Falling Up

Falling Up is a sci-if story set in the future where Earth is a utopia where inhabitants experience little to no hardships throughout their lives. The deceased are replaced with AI created to replicate them, and everything is automated to the point where people no longer need to work to make a living. This lack of struggle results in dull, perfect lives and skewed morals. The people crave entertainment, even if it means making others suffer for it. Quasdom, a miniature man made planet initially intended to be used to separate deviants from the rest of the perfect society, is used as a catalyst for entertainment. The people of Quasdom believe that those on Earth are superior to them, and that Earth is a place where any wish can come true. This leads to the tourney, a death game between groups of ten on Quasdom, being viewed similarly to winning the lottery. The winning team gets to go to Earth, after all. Being chosen for the tourney is the luckiest thing that can happen to you. There’s no hard feelings between participants, death is completely painless, and the afterlife will welcome any participants to a better life than they previously had. There’s nothing to fear, so smile and put on a show.

A large cast and lots of character deaths

An exploration of why we get so attached to fictional characters, and how fiction can have an impact on reality

Probably going to be a trilogy

Content warnings include language, some unsettling themes, depictions of mental health issues, and generally things that are more psychological. Despite it being a death game, there’s no gore, like at all. The people on Earth may be desensitized, but they aren’t accustomed to seeing blood, so the tourney is designed with that in mind

Facade

Facade is set in a world where the living world and the spirit world coexist. Due to some actions by the main antagonist, about 20 years prior to the current story, spirits started getting aggressive and sort of going haywire. They possess any person they can, turning the individual into an uncontrollable killing machine. The best defense to this was the invention of a certain kind of mask that prevents possession, and masks quickly became widespread. Since there’s no known way to reverse spiritual possession, the only solution is to kill those that are unfortunate enough to meet that fate. A group led by an anonymous vigilante known as K9 seek to find a way to reverse possession. Many enemies are made along the way, and there are countless obstacles to face.

Its setting is based on Singapore and set in the 90s, though there are many creative liberties taken

The wip is currently pretty no plot just vibes

Themes about individuality vs equality

Content warnings include language and some sexual content

Facade: After Dark

While Facade is currently no plot just vibes, developing the characters led to me thinking of the plot for a prequel. Is it a self-indulgent novella about two of the characters I love? Yes, absolutely. In summary, it’s a romance novella about the the relationship of Leijing and Iris, and their struggles in navigating the wild world of Facade. They have vastly different upbringings and experiences, but their differences bring them together in more ways than one.

I have so much backstory for this pre-established couple and I couldn’t think of a good way to incorporate it into the main story without cutting a bunch of it, so boom it’s a prequel now

I’ve found that working on a wip that’s more low stakes and simple is really fun—I tend to get stressed about my more ambitious plots, so this wip is a great change of pace

Leijing is demisexual with little interest in anything sex related and Iris is an omnisexual sex worker, and the story explores how a world obsessed with all things sex can effect both more sex-negative and sex-positive people

Content warnings include language, explicit sexual content, and potentially triggering subject matters. This is my only wip where it’s strictly 18+!

Lights Out

Sunlight is the essence of life. Without it, the world would wither away. However, a dangerous new life form of unknown origin festers in the light. With long, elegant glimmering limbs, high intelligence, picturesque precision, and a craving for flesh, these organisms pose a major threat to humanity. But for some odd reason, these creatures refuse to step into any area where the sun doesn’t touch. Much of humanity takes to the shadows, building elaborate underground tunnels for civilizations and doing what humans do best—using their resources and ingenuity to adapt.

Has two protagonists that butt heads but start to develop a father daughter dynamic. A young adult girl who’s from the underground and unknowingly part of a cult, and an older man with one leg who’s so stubborn he’d rather fight and die than flee to the darkness

Lots of creepy cult imagery and themes about religious trauma

So much banter of course

Content warnings include language, disturbing imagery, and gore

If you’ve made it this far, thanks for reading! Asks, comments, tag games, and messages are always appreciated, and I’d love to hear about your wips as well!

[ivaspinoza]

Quick tip from the art/lit world

Drop the need to impress and shock people with themes or bad words and porn. Not only because of how deeply desensitized our society is: drama, horror, gore, sex, drugs & rock'n'roll and similar genres or other tragic, violent themes do not hold any inherent value, not on their own.

The reason a director from Czechoslovakia will talk about the horror of war using pigeons on a mushroom trip and it's going to be exceptional is because it makes sense to him first. I can use all the same elements he did and my work will be shit. There is always reason and context for creation. Reason and context. Why and how you make what you make.

The worst thing you can do as an artist or writer is try to impress others. It will show. Mature people can spot that miles away. Drop the hard themes you know nothing about. Stop listening to the internet 13-year-old kids who never leave their rooms trying to help you (or charge you to help) you write about such a complex and stigmatized theme as drug abuse, for example.

Go inwards for wisdom. Go to your own heart chambers, be quiet and listen. It will tell you what you need to write about. Be honest, raw and wild. But first, try to understand what those words really mean in the current context.

With all my love, Iva.

[snekdood]

so many ppl online are like “hahah yeah guillotine” but i really doubt the majority of ppl saying that could actually stomach it.

[little-x-wolf]

Fill me with colour; Paint me blue (18+)

Pairings: Dean Winchester x reader

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of blood and gore, angst unprotected sex, p in v and a slight spoiler I can't give away.

Synopsis: It had become your routine. You'd sit in a shitty motel room, reasearching while the boys handled the monsters. And when the rough patch of the hunt was over, Dean Winchester would come seeking solace in your arms.

The old wooden frame creaked as it was yanked open, the sound beckoning you out of your slumber. You sat up at once, rubbing at your eyes to erase some sleep from them.

A silhouette of a man greeted you in the doorway, a lone warrior against the night's canvas. Thunder rolled outside, the chilly wind nipping at your skin aggressively. Clad in a thin night gown, you rubbed at your arms for warmth.

"De?" You asked aloud knowingly. "What's wrong?"

It had become your routine. You'd sit in a shitty motel room, reasearching while the boys handled the monsters. And when the rough patch of the hunt was over, Dean Winchester would come seeking solace in your arms.

"Tell me," it was a quiet plea, prompting him to offer you a brief glance.

Your heart sank in your chest as you rushed to your feet.

Dean didn't dare look up at you. Standing by the door until you pulled him in the comfort of your motel room, slamming the door shut beside you.

The entirety of the three layers on his upper body were covered with blood. Fresh, by the way it soaked your fingers as you inspected it. Some had also splattered on his face. The hunter looked despondent, drained of colour.

"Fuck's sake, De. What happened?" You asked again, concern etched on your face.

"Jus' tired. Want you, sweetheart," the deep baritone of his voice promised a vague answer, but you knew better than to push it.

You ran your hand over the rough stubble peppering his jawline, the touch relaxing him. He hadn't found time to shave in a few days. This hunt really took a lot out of him.

His lips found yours, hands roughly pushing you onto the bed. They were needy to be loved, to he held, to feel something other than that horrible ache gnawing at his insides. Desperately, he rid himself of his clothing, all the while kissing you drunk.

An ache had erupted in your core too, your sleepiness long forgotten. You wanted him inside you. You wanted to satisfy him, to make him feel loved.

You didn't mind when his bloodsoaked fingertips danced up your thighs in gentle strokes. Each of you were too desensitized by the hunter's life to care anyway. Instead, you parted them further for him, rolling the fabric of your nightgown upto your stomach to reveal your bare sex.

The crown of his cock nudged against your nub, resting heavily along your slit. His hazel eyes locked onto yours and he shuddered as he pushed in.

"Fuck..." Dean cursed under his breath. You welcomed the strech of his cock, your pussy hungrily swallowing every inch he had to offer.

His head lowered onto your shoulder, hips hungrily snapping into yours. The sound of your bodies connecting echoed throughout the shabby motel room. Your hand found home on the back of his head, the other wrapping around his bigger frame for support.

Even in hurry, he was passionate in his loving. Your bodies fit together like puzzle pieces, one completing the other. It was like he was tailor made for you.

Dean Winchester.

Your better half. Your lover. Your protecter. The Man who filled your life with colour. The Man who also painted you blue with every second he spent away from you.

"Let go, De. It's okay," You offered gentle assurances as he fucked you into mattress, just like you know he wanted — no — craved it. "You're safe here, baby."

"God, you feel so good," he praised as his thrusts started to get sloppy. In seconds, he was cumming inside you, spilling all his worries and loving. A groan tumbled from his lips along with a "I love you," breathed in your hair.

"I love you, too," you repeated, cafuning his hair in return.

The barely there space between your bodies felt... funny. Warm, but in an odd way.

"De?"

He lifted himself over you on his forearms, your eyes meeting again. This time, terror caught you in it's vice grip.

The mischief filled eyes you loved so much were empty, devoid of the life that fueled yours. Blood gushed from his torso, tricking down to yours. His skin was wan like the moon above. And just as that lunar spectacle in the sky was forever accompanied by the night; your life too felt like it would forever be accompained by darkness.

Squeezing your eyes shut, you screamed out in terror. A noise made it's way through your throat, spilling out in a wail. It hurt. It hurt like someone was twisting the dagger etched forever into your heart.

You couldn't take it.

You couldn't take it.

"Y/n, it's okay. Come back to me," Sam rocked you in his arms as you cried out your heart's content. Your eyes darted to the solitude of the doorway, finding no trace of your beloved.

In truth, Dean Winchester was there. You couldn't see him, but he watched you mourn him quietly, again and again as he'd seen over the years. Stray tears rolled down the ashen skin of his face.

The wamth of your arms was a distant memory, so was your smile. Lately, you had been loving a ghost. Only in your dreams, he'd arrive. The same old scene, stuck in a loop of regrets and what ifs.

Oh, what he'd give to be held by you again. Oh, what he'd give to turn back time...

a/n: sooo, what do we think? T_T

[cemeterything]

Gore as a concept is swell, but I'm viscerally disturbed by it (empathy mostly), even as someone who loves a good horror film. I see you and other bloggers post a lot about how cool gore is and I can respect it. Is the disgust for gore something a guy can get over, or are y'all just born that way (fine and undisturbed by it)?

honestly i don't know, personally i think some people are probably naturally more or less sensitive to different things typically viewed as "disturbing" because humans are different and we all have different tastes and preferences (and levels of empathy, since you mentioned - i have very low empathy, so i don't really understand the visceral effect gore can have on some people because i just don't have those strong personal feelings about it). but i also think that development and exposure plays a significant role in what we find pleasant or unpleasant. as a kid, i found gore upsetting and scary, but also interesting. my fascination with it and with those feelings of fear and disgust led me to seek it out more regardless, which meant that my kneejerk "ew, gross" reaction faded away with time. i'm not desensitized to it, but i am familiar and as a result more comfortable with it. if i hadn't chosen to expose myself further to it, though, i would probably still find it shocking and upsetting when confronted with it. so i guess if you want to i do think it is something you can become more okay with? but you don't need to force yourself. it's okay to not like things, and it's very normal to be bothered by gore because of its associations with primal and instinctual fears like pain and infection (which is a much more significant risk when your insides are exposed to outside).

[the-s1lly-corner]

Various crps x reader who is also a killer

(Yaps)

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Slenderman, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack

Notes: reader is GN, established relationships, headcanon heavy for eyeless jack and laughing jack, readers motives for murder are not given- left up to the readers

CWs: canon typical violence, death

Jeff

He enjoys being able to go out and kill with you, its almost like a bonding moment between the two of you! maybe even a date! as dark as it sounds you two might even make bets about your... activities... or try to one up each other on what you managed to get done in a night- who did the most, who was the scariest, and so on and so forth. in a way it reminds me of the dynamic between chucky and tiffany valentine, at least in one of the movies.. particularly where he watches tiff kill that one couple on the waterbed(?), bride of chucky. bear with me its been a moment since ive seen the movies so my memory is a bit fuzzed! hes a little smitten with you when he sees you do your first kill in front of him or if you do something particularly spectacular

Slenderman

whether or not youre an official proxy, he doesnt feel this way or that about your habits. it does come in handy when keeping unwanted visitors out of the forest, though! he always keeps a metaphorical eye on you to make sure you dont get in over your head in a fight. he doesnt usually step in until youre truly in danger, or you cant run away. not that he wouldnt finish the intruder off if you ran away, that person was going to die one way or another... he watches you so closely as you work, observing your movements and behaviors throughout the entire ordeal... its almost like how people watch bugs

Laughing Jack

he doesnt think murder is all that bad, i mean it was exposed to him and taught to him through Isaac- add in that i personally headcanon that he doesnt fully grasps but mortality is.. things can get a little messy fast when the two of you pair up together. i hope youre desensitized to gore because hes going to be showing you what hes done, and hes going to excited and looking for your praise. similar to slenderman he watches you work, though he never really... stands back and lets you do it alone- he jumps right in if things start going south for you

Eyeless Jack

you can offer to collect "food" for him but hes going to be firm and set a hard boundary that he wants to be the one to do it. he likes at least having some form of control over it as well as choose who hes going to eat- on top of not wanting you to involve yourself with his mess... even though you were already killing... he has mixed feelings, he kills in order to survive whereas your motives may be a little different- this may actually be one of the only scenarios where it wouldnt work if you do it for fun or even for no reason

[frownyalfred]

*busts down your doors* HEY! Long ask for ya

okay so I was rereading your fic where EMS showed up because Dick couldn’t flip on the trampoline (rip) and it got me thinking about routine trauma.

So here’s the thing: I am not EMS. I know three people who are EMS, but my extent of EMS experience comes from one (1) ride along and lurking on EMS subreddits. Those guys are a hoot. Great memes. Anyways.

A comment stuck out to me: “You haven’t truly lived the job until you’re eating a gas station burrito next to a dead body”. I’ve seen a bunch like that. Nonchalance and dark humor because well, that’s their job. Gore is the norm. Sure, depending on the area, your usual calls might just be lift assists, but other areas are neck deep in gang violence and violent crime.

A pretty common post on that subreddit is also, sadly, “I just got a call that’s never bothered me before but all of a sudden I’m broken” or “I’ve never had a problem running this type of call before but all of a sudden it just hit me.” Delayed trauma is a bitch. Someone pointed out that if a civilian saw a fatal car accident with multiple corpses, they’d be in therapy and given support and it’d be a huge deal. With EMS, they’re just expected to deal with it. (EMS mental health is getting better- there are helplines and resources and first responder focused therapies- but it’s still a developing field)

ANYWAYS, now that I’ve given you a crash course on the EMS mental health crisis (someone should really write a feature on EMS in Gotham those fuckers would be crazy and I love them already), my point is, how would this apply to the bats? Seeing bodies is treated as very much the norm to them, but do you think it ever just… catches up? The impact of seeing corpses day after day? Do you think they have to fake being fine and tough during those times because well, “everybody else in the family is fine with it, I’m not going to be a liability/burden/weak/etc”

Do you think Bruce, the goddamn batman, who shouldn’t be ruffled by anything, ever just feels something crack inside when he looks at a little boy who could have grown up healthy and strong like his Jason, had (Bruce) someone been there for him? and then he can’t work cases with kids for a week?

This is such an excellent ask, thank you so much for gracing my inbox with it!

It's a very good question. I'm also on a lot of those subreddits (needed to do some research for that fic) and the discussion in those forums and on TikTok is like you described, a kind of practiced desensitization to all gore and suffering in order to survive in their job.

What I've seen from those discussions (and my EMT friend) is an almost sub-conscious trend where they allow themselves the "thing" that breaks them, and they push a lot of that trauma and emotion onto that thing. Like an EMT saying they don't do kids, or they don't do gunshots to the eye, etc. And they'll sob like a baby on those calls, while remaining stone-faced and level-headed through the triple homicide.

I'm just theorizing here, but I imagine the Batfamily uses similar coping skills -- pushing all that trauma and suffering into a box which cracks only under limited, defined circumstances. And they break or snap only under those conditions, because, subconsciously, they allowed themselves to.

So yes, Bruce might be 99% fine with most of the bodies he sees, but there might be a little boy who has a detail (like Jason's dark hair) that just slams into him out of nowhere.

PTSD and trauma literally change the structure of the brain. Individuals react differently to trauma after that, but there does appear to be a "desensitizing" effect with repeated trauma, as the body tries to compensate.

I agree that the Gotham EMTs must be some crazy motherfuckers. They probably deal with 6x the normal shit EMTs deal with in other cities. They probably take on a lot more trauma and burn out quicker than other EMTs, too.

Anyone else have thoughts on this? I admit I don't cover PTSD explicitly in a lot of my fics.