#see you on tw if you need me

[uncanny-tranny]

Honestly, there is a certain type of fetishizing of violence that occurs when you are the victim of abuse - wherein people talk directly to you about how much they fantasize about your abuser/s dying and being killed - "all abusers must be killed!" they say.

As a victim of prolonged abuse, I never felt cared for when people indulged that information to me. It often feels like my abuse is being exploited for others to enact their own violent fantasies and secret desires - my abuse means nothing to them in the same way that I didn't matter to my abusers. It's not support - it's just another cycle of violence.

I'm begging people to care more about victims and survivors than they do about retribution of abusers. Nowhere along the way should your focus on the abuser outweigh the people affected by their abuse. If you truly want to support abuse victims and survivors, start with us

[transmascissues]

i absolutely cannot believe people are trying to start discourse about whether nex benedict was actually nonbinary / whether it was okay for him to describe himself as nonbinary to some people if he didn’t actually identify that way as if he isn’t literally DEAD because he was KILLED. this is a MURDERED CHILD and these monsters are so busy getting mad at the possibility that he might have been a trans boy who described himself as nonbinary to his family because that was easier for them to take that they’re turning a CHILD who was MURDERED into fucking discourse. even when we die at the hands of cis people’s violence, our own community finds a way to make us the villains of the story.

and all of this bullshit on top of the ways that cis people are already trying to say our grief over his death is unjustified. all of this on top of people claiming he wasn’t murdered and speculating on other causes of death (i literally saw someone say he “clearly went home and took the coward’s way out” and i have never been more disgusted) or claiming that he started the fight as if any action on his part could’ve been enough to justify his death. i am haunted by the sound of his father screaming that his child was not filth because that is what people have been saying about this poor kid, that’s how cruelly his memory is being treated, and even the trans community can’t get it’s shit together enough to look past the stupid discourse and see the tragedy in front of us. did you all forget that it was supposed to be up to us to grieve him in the way he deserves when the rest of the world fails to care if people like him live or die? did you all forget that this child was our sibling, the future of our community, a life that we should have had the chance to know and treasure while he was still here but that we now have a responsibility to hold close to our hearts in his absence? nex’s life was precious and it was ended far too soon and if you truly believe that anything is more important than mourning his life and fighting for a world where no more trans people have to meet such an awful fate, you’re a traitor to this community and you do not deserve the place you occupy within it.

i’m so tired. i can’t even imagine how tired his family must be, to see the public treat the child they’re grieving so horribly, to see the world fail their baby again. leave him alone. he was already robbed of peace in life; the least you can do is let him finally have it in death.

[shalom-iamcominghome]

Person with no whimsy: Why are you trying to trick g-d with loopholes? 🙄🙄🙄🙄

[bloobydabloob]

I have no mouth and I must scream if AM was Hal (for some reason) and all 5 people were Dirk. I did this as kind of a joke but it got out of hand

[solfinite]

drew these two together just b/c i thought they'd look really cool together

some alt vers below

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: yandere choso, one mention of him killing someone, premature ejaculation, dubcon oral (f! receiving), implied baby trapping

pathetic, obsessed, stalker Choso who just can’t get enough of you. you don’t notice him much at first, just offer him a simple hello in passing whenever you see him on campus. he’s a familiar face, a friend of a friend, but he’s kind whenever you do have small talk with him.

he just…he’s just so infatuated with you. perfect, little you with your sweet smile and pretty eyes and delicate hands that brush against his when you ask him for a pen. he’s not sure how he doesn’t fuck everything up with you—you know, with all the breaking and entering into your house, stealing your panties, jerking off in your bed, killing your shitty ex boyfriend, that kind of thing. he woos you, somehow, convinces you that he’s unarmed, good enough to entertain, even better to date.

you’re a tease, he thinks to himself, when you invite him over and answer the door in just a racy nightgown. your legs are bare and he can make out the outline of your breast, the silhouette of your pussy when the light hits you just right. his mouth waters when you pull him to you with a cheeky smile, lips parted and glossy, inviting.

you fall into bed. he can’t stop his hips from grinding into yours, his eyes rolling back when you place his palm over your nipple. you shuck him out of his jeans, mouth hot over his own, pulling the nightgown up to reveal you’ve forgone panties. he has to hold himself at the base to keep from coming all over you, promising to save it for inside of you (don’t be mad but he poked a hole in the condom, okay?).

when Choso slides into you, you think you finally understand what it means to be in utter bliss. he’s perfect, with his heavy, fat cock that spears you open. he holds you tight to him, his face buried in your neck, your legs around his waist, your hands ready to scrape up his back but—

“did you,” you pause, swallowing, feeling his body tense as he moans against your throat. “did you just cum?” it hasn’t even been twenty seconds, you think to yourself. Choso freezes instantly, embarrassment overtaking him as he pulls himself from the flesh of your neck.

“I’m—I’m sorry, let me, let me make it up to you.” he looks panicked, his plum eyes widened in worry. you try to offer him a small smile, give him a bit of grace, shaking your head at him. but he’s already pulling out, sliding down your body until his cheeks rest against your inner thighs.

“No, Choso, it’s okay.” you try to let sweetness bleed into your voice, especially when he completely ignores you in favor of staring at your hole instead. he doesn’t respond back to you, just licks a stripe from your taint to your clit, his tongue wide and hot and overbearing.

“Choso, just—just stop, okay?” you try to level with him again, but he doesn’t—he doesn’t listen at all. just keeps lapping at your cunt, his nails biting into your inner thighs, his mouth puckering to suck out his own cum that you’re none the wiser of knowing it’s inside you.

you try to push him away, your knee by your chest, your foot planted on his shoulder, but he’s getting mixed signals by the way you angle his face to lick at you just right. he knew he was doing the right thing, you just didn’t know it yet, just had to let him be sweet to you the way you deserve. he lets up for only a moment, his mouth covered in your slick, his eyes low as he licks his lips once.

“Just fuck my mouth, okay? As an apology.” he promises you. he lowers his face until he’s aligned with your cunt, lets his tongue hang from his mouth, gives you permission to do whatever you want with it. and hey, maybe you’re a bad person for taking advantage of the situation, but you have needs too, okay?

so you grab him by both buns, holding him still as you rock your hips over his face. nose to chin and back again, a slow rhythm as you slide your clit, your hole, your lips over every inch of his skin. Choso never stops admiring you, only moves so that he can push your nightgown up to reveal your tits, watch the way your chest heaves and your mouth falls open. he likes being used by you; makes his cock swell until he thinks he might cum again, this time without even being touched.

just being bathed in the scent of you makes his eyes roll, as he groans low in his throat. he holds onto your thighs, not guiding, you’re the one in control. just holds on as you hold his face still and fuck your cunt over his mouth, grinding onto his nose, wrap your leg around his neck until all he can breathe, taste, smell, see is you.

you cum with a cry, an explosion over his tongue that he swallows greedily, his eyes rolling far back into his head as he makes a mess of himself once more. but he’s not so pathetic this time, right?

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

gee wiz, it sure is cool that Gordon survived the resonance cascade, I sure hope he's doing well

Finally decided to give Gordon a ref for my au Aftermath (which i've talked about here. Once.)

Also bonus:

[lover-of-mine]

Buck, Eddie and The lightning mirroring the well.

[prettyflyshyguy]

Rejoice! Los Illuminados is bestowing upon you its most sacred body.

@cannibal-wings has been providing me excerpts and info about his RE4 remake AU.

It's good.

[uncanny-tranny]

The whole "breasts shouldn't be politicized because the primary purpose of breasts is to feed babies!" can be a fine jumping-off point, but I really wish people thought deeper than that when we talk about the ways in which bodies are politicized and restricted.

Like, why's it that when we talk about breasts, they must have some Higher Purpose? It's true that breasts aren't inherently sexual, but they aren't valuable solely because they can potentially feed a baby. A human body doesn't have to serve a Higher Purpose in order for it to not be legislated against or policed, and I just wish people would remember it isn't always about babies, about other people, about anything else other than the people who have that body.

[veinsfullofstars]

🪞 Fallen angel... who do you see staring back from the Mirror? 🪞

(ID: Kirby series fanart of Galacta Knight and my personal interpretation of his Mirror World counterpart. GK hovers above facing slightly to our left, his feathery wings spread wide, shaded in lilac and tipped with gilded wing talons, a swallow-like tail visible. He holds his shield forward in his left hand (our right) and his lance to the side in his right (our left), a single magenta eye leering at the viewer through the visor of his mask. A halo of heart spears floats and shines angelically behind his horns. Below him, M!GK hovers in the same pose but flipped horizontally and without the halo. Visually, M!GK has mostly the same features as GK, with his color palette being darker and less saturated (dusty purple body, dark gray armor, gray mask, maroon lance, rose-gold horns and weapons accents). His eyes are not visible in the shadow of his mask, but there are signs of erosion running down the metal surface in rusty orange lines, almost like tear tracks. Instead of feathery wings, M!GK has wings composed of jagged shards of pink crystal, glittering and lit from within by a luminous glow. A few pale feathers can still be seen peeking out from his back. END ID.)

Hey, so... what if... I went a little insane for a minute? What if I just... concepted a character... for the sequel... to an AU... I've told no one about... and haven't even finished writing yet? What if I then... pulled the salt shaker labeled "ANGST" out of the pantry and just... unscrewed the cap all over this poor lad? Oh, and Galacta Knight's here, too, I guess.

Sketch started 02/21/24, render started 03/01/24, finished 03/06/24.

[hauntedorpheum]

Being Human (2008-2013) 1x06 - Bad Moon Rising 2x08 - All God's Children 3x05 - The Longest Day

[a-lonely-dunedain]

Meneldir slips away. He is gone.

so. I finally remade this old thing in all the heart-wrenching detail it deserves. I'm sorry, in my defense- I actually don't have a defense.

[shalom-iamcominghome]

People findinging out that antisemitism does, in fact, victimize people

[v1model]

boy what the heyl boy

[kyo-hiki]

im not projecting, im not projecting