#territorial? extremely.

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖊𝖓 𝕾𝖓𝖆𝖗𝖊

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: This one, I have mixed feelings about.

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @bispecsual, @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan, @sleepyfan-blog.

𝕬𝖈𝖐𝖓𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖊𝖉𝖌𝖊: I do NOT condone these actions. The process of these actions or the after effects of these actions. Read these types of story’s advisedly.

TW // SMUT/NSFW, Noncon, Biting/Marking, Cervix, Mating Press, Overstimulation, Body Horror, Death, Yandere Themes, Jumps Straight Into It.

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You cry out, sobbing into the sheets. Your hands gripping and twisting the silky fabric. The scent of woody amber choking you as your body bounces at his harsh thrusts. His hands on your waist pinning you in place.

“Xa’Vor! Please!” You beg at the captain in front you, attempting to stop or at least slow his brutal pace with your hand. Your fingers barely skimming his scarred thigh before he growls out. Taking your hand in one of his that gripped around your waist and pinning it above you, his sweaty, scarred chest pressing up against your breasts.

“No pleas will save you from your foolishness.” Xa’Vor snarls into your ear. The hairs on the back of your neck unwillingly picking up at his dark tone. His fingers threading through your own above you. Keeping you pinned in both places.

“I-I had to!” You whined, trying to reason your own “foolishness.” Whimpering out when he snarls again and pistons back through your burning walls. Your jaw clenching at the overwhelming pleasure and pain that he gives you. “I-can’t be bonded t-to you!”

He snarls again, giving you a hard thrust up against your cervix while you cry out. Your back arching into his chest. Your body shaking with tears running down your cheeks as you whimper at his tone. “You are in no position to spill such ill judgement. I am your bonded. Don’t reject that from me.”

Your eyebrows scrunch up in pain and pleasure. One of your hands clawing at Xa’vors hand that pinned it down. No doubt creating some pressure marks into his calloused fingers while your other hands grips and pulls at his bed sheets. Your moans and whimpers of pain being suffocated by his own mouth.

You haven’t meant to find these… legionnaires on your way to complete a mission. It was never the goal, the intention. It was never to have happened. To be bonded to an Astartes. It was a very strict rule.

‘Never have a bond.’

That was one of the many rules of the foundation. Said it was to even the “playing field” of war and operations and it was correct. There wasn’t a time where there was an Astartes in the way, cutting people down like “grates of cheese” the commander had put it. It made it much easier to get your tasks done without the influence of a Space Marine, Chaos or Loyalist.

‘If you find yourself with a Space Marine that wants to be close, leave them. Break that bond. Even if it’s not a bond, you are not to be around any Astartes.’

You remember what your instructor would say. Permitting many to never even look at a Space Marine unless suspicious of them of having a bond with you. That was the only time the people were permitted to look in the direction of a Space Marine. Other times they were just training with one another or simply being tasked with going out and surveying the area and people.

They were not to look back either, but it was incredibly hard to do so with a whole warband, 5 to be more precise.

No one knew where they had come from then. Possibly too focused on getting the mission done quickly. Their black, armored body’s launching out of the thick fog like some sort of phantom. Their talon-like gauntlets extending out as they roared out. Spooking the rest of the group when they turned to looked at their fellow soldier that was once alive. Their body being impaled onto the metal talons of the Space Marine, making many realize why they didn’t want us to be bonded to one.

Their power is unfair.

You saw the group being slaughtered that day with unnatural ease. Their limbs splayed all around you, still fresh off the torso. Some even being ripped into half by the waist and ribs, guts still pumping near the body or up in a dead tree. It was an experience you did not wish you were in, even for an enemy. It was like stalking through a horror forest; still does. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint where they would come from, but they certainly can. That part was very clear.

You look away for one second and suddenly the person protecting your back is gone. Their gasping screams being the only thing you can hear out in the distance before their body would plop right in front of you. The face of deathly fear stoned onto all their features. Their limbs somewhere else as they would bleed out from where the limb was ripped from, despite being already dead.

‘If you find yourself trapped; cornered. Sacrifice is your only way out. Do not attempt to talk. Explode yourself. Leave no meat left to provide of yourself.’

You remember another saying from the instructor. Your hand quickly digging through your vest for the grenade while you took very quick, but cautious steps around you. Your eyes looking all around you for anything that didn't seem normal in this damned forest. Your heart beating in your chest as the same sentence replayed in your mind.

'Explode yourself.' 'Explode yourself.' 'Explode yourself.' 'Sacrifice is your only way out.' 'Leave no meat left to provide.'

Your gaze focuses on the big shadow emerging from the fog with a low growl. Your hand gripping onto the grenade in your vest and pulling it out, fingers threating it to pull the pin when the rest of the group decides to show themselves, surrounding you with their own warning growls. Their talons twitching in anticipation.

Keeping a close eye on them. You watched as they circled you, making you really feel like you were being hunted and played with. Your fingers itching to just pull the pin, but you were not going to unless you could take at least one down with you or maybe they can leave you alone and let you continue your mission.

The smaller one suddenly shoots forward, your fingers instantly pulling the pin, taking a step back. Your body falling back in effort to keep the grenade close to your body when the Space Marine pins you down to the ground and snatches the grenade and throws the grenade off somewhere else.

You give your own growls and snarls at the Space Marine while he has you down. Sudden dread being washed onto your shoulders. Your hands struggling to get anything through his black armor, cutting them on the sharp edges of his armor as the grenade explodes somewhere off in the distance. Your desperation to get out of his hold growing.

“Your thoughts are elsewhere. Bring them back to me.” Xa’vor growls. Moving his hand from your waist to thread and grip at your hair, pulling your head back, exposing your neck to him.

“I’ll r-reject you as I please.” You growl out between your pitiful moans. Pissed from the memory of your team being killed around you. Pissed that you couldn’t escape their grasp once more. Having to be pinned underneath their bodies like a whore.

“You’re boldness is—”

“Reasonable, you think I could care for you?” You snap, your eyes looking down into his own and seeing the hurt in his deep red eyes, his hips stilling. “I do not care. I am simply to complete a mission, that is all. I’m not here to care, to provide, to love.”

“I’ll never be bonded to you or the others. Not you, not Atherth, not Vai’ssir, Zervos or Xekon—!”

You suddenly choke on your own breath, your head being pulling back to its limit. His teeth dangerously latched very close to the soft part of your neck, drawing blood as his cock pushes up painfully up against your cervix before dragging all the way back out and all the way in again. His arms wrapping around your body tightly, trapping you to him, putting you in a type of mating press. His hand still holding your hair in place.

Breathless moans leave your mouth as his pace is absolutely brutal, hitting up against your cervix every time. Numbing your legs with each deep, quick thrust. Savage growls hissing through his teeth as he inches them more into your skin. Feeling like daggers were being stabbed all over your body. You couldn’t tell if you should breathe or scream out at such brutality.

You couldn’t even tell when his stilled inside of you. All your nerves too focused on the pain sprouting all over your body like fire. You could only hear as he groans and growls. His hips rolling out his climax as far as he could. His seed marking your fluttering walls and dripping down his cock and balls, onto the bed sheets.

“That’s is not your choice to make.” Xa’vor quietly rumbles, carefully taking his teeth out of your shoulder as you twitch at the feeling. His tongue lapping up all the blood he has smeared across your chest and his sheets. “No matter how long you refuse our bond.”

“You are still ours. I will make sure of that.” He states; promises. Slowly dragging his cock out of your walls with a groan and a whisper in his language.

“X-Xa’Vor.” You whine at him in pain at the movement of anything. Body prickling in overstimulation as he purrs at you, trying to put you at ease. His head gently nuzzling into your neck.

“No matter what it will cost me.”

[katabay]

my knight-monk agenda strikes again, but this was less of a 'I read something that made me experience several emotions and a strike of inspiration at once,' and more of a 'wouldn't it be fucked up if the bejeweled skeleton saints came to life and and started. eating people. or something. in revenge. medieval catholic horror, or an older horror of not being buried right. zombies, even. a complete bastardization of holy visuals. zombies.'

it's a far away idea, but I still wanted to play around with font layouts. like, if I DID make it into a full comic: these would be visual vibes, perhaps.

it's also a little bit about the kind of intimacy that these kinds of spaces provide, or in the case of this monk: the heavy trauma of war and the death of your brother, the escape to a secluded monastery, spiritual brotherhood to make up for your dead brother, but your role as a physician keeps pulling you back to this violence you want to escape. physician, heal thyself, only you have a holy calling to serve those in need, so instead: physician, open up your wounds again. saint jude, patron saint of lost causes, give us a fucking hand here, man. amen.

Homosexuality in the Renaissance: Behavior, Identity, and Artistic Expression, James M. Saslow

and this one is about earlier history than the medieval period that this comic is set in, but the monk character is sort of an exploration of earlier themes. a little bit. I like overlapping eras with each other, I've done it before and I'll do it again. this character is an exploration of some other stuff too, but mostly this book was interesting to read

From Monastery to Hospital: Christian Monasticism and the Transformation of Health Care in Late Antiquity, Andrew T Crislip

bsky ⭐ pixiv ⭐ pillowfort ⭐ cohost

[junuve]

writing chell as a woman who has problems that are not of Aperture origin really makes the chelldos work for me, ngl. like, we all know what the fuck is wrong with GLaDOS, but chell??? well, i gave her some Issues™️, and its perfect (to me)

and it's not like i had to conjure up the possibility out of thin air. like... why the hell would someone so damned determined to keep moving forward go down into Aperture, a place that clearly is designed to Kill People, and sign up for testing? she literally didn't respond to the question of "will anyone miss you or come looking for you when you're gone"?! and then to not say a DAMN thing during everything that occurs in p1/2?!? who does that...? Someone with a past.

[agentfascinateur]

The Druze tell Smotrich off in occupied Majdal Shams

The visit of Israeli ministers to the town of Majdal Shams in the occupied Syrian Golan has angered the residents, according to the Israeli media. Channel 13 reported angry protesters shouted at Finance Minister Bezalel Smotrich, asking him to leave. “Get out of here, criminal, we don’t want you in the Golan,” one person said, according to the broadcaster.

[denis-local]

"Welcome!

Make yourself at home!"

His ass did not say that

(Doodles + ref sheet for Clover Designer under!)

Clover fanart real? It's more likely than you think!

Based heavily off of the casual 60s/70s father fit he likes spending time alone in the Backrooms with his children (until some nnNNNASTY players come into their home and start runnning around)

Also quick dooble, Bive is not having a holly jolly time

[myimmanence]

It had to be done. I have a problem.

[shortnotsweet]

Logan and Louise meet the professional objective of maintaining focus and developing a consensual workplace relationship of mutual torment.

[transcript]

“Having a hard time, huh, Slowgan? I heard it through the water cooler. Way to keep your crap together and not overreact in front of the board. Really inspiring stuff.”

“Fuck off.”

[trashogram]

Sooooo tired of the idea that a character "following their heart for once 🥺" makes them a good person.

Anakin Skywalker's whole story is literally about that.

He chose love over his responsibility to the Jedi and the people in the universe and ended up killing the very woman he chose over everything and everyone else.

Rose Quartz's story is exactly the same. She followed her heart and escaped her abusive family but was too naïve to deal with and truly understand the consequences of her actions and it led to centuries of war, thousands of deaths, and her son blaming himself for things he wasn't even alive for.

Sometimes responsibility and duty DO come before love. Sometimes you DO have to make sacrifices for the greater good even if it destroys you. Because that is what a good person actually does. A good person puts others their own fucking daughter over themselves and wants to do right by them.

Yes, and at the very least the creators for both of those characters understood that the “following your heart” route for their respective characters would lead to tragedy. That was actually the whole point for Anakin and Rose.

Vivziepop appears to really believe Stolas is in the right for doing terrible things for the sake of his own selfish desires, and yet to make it justifiable to her audience she’s destroyed the story, the characters, and completely abandoned the worldbuilding in Helluva Boss, specifically the class system and commentary, so that Stolas comes out looking sympathetic. I can’t stand it and I can’t stand the thousands of misguided yet hostile fans that accept that BS.

[blairamok]

root canal complete, it only took a full blown panic attack in the chair and the ems being call on me but we got there in the end after three doses of tranquilizer👍

[k9anthrope]

bro thats my three square meters of air get away get away grrr grrrrgrgrgrgrg rgrrrrrr

[wilbyowo]

This is Igor. He is not very friendly.

(Comic under cut)

[b3ndy]

Hey question. Has anyone ever like. Been territorial over media (source especially if fictionfolk) and found a way to get over it. If you have I'd really, really like advice. Even if you haven't but have things to say I'd appreciate it. Thanks. Elaboration in tags, I suppose.

[yardsards]

clint mcelroy creating a dnd character: oh yeah, this bad boy can fit so much simple zest for life in him

[rorynni]

i’m glad a large remaining portion of the aot fandom is acknowledging armin’s obvious neurodivergence because it hits you in the face once you know what you’re looking out for

[jojo-schmo]

Hello ms bubble wizard mage maam', I was just wondering what are your thoughts on magolor regarding how he's apparently **highly aware** of all characters to ever exist in the kirbyverse

Also its become a trend where god is replaced with NOVA in the expressions... Do they know?

Ello ello!

I like Magolor a lot, but he is omniscient? That's news to me. Is there a source for that? :O Unless you're talking about that Magoverse trend I saw floating around a while back- I didn't see much but what I did encounter reminded me of all the different Sans Undertale AUs out there. Hehehe Magolor is quite versatile! What fun.

And I know people use Nova as an expletive when writing Kirby characters! It's cool!

I use profanity in real life but I personally try to not associate Kirby characters with it in the works I make. I want to diversify the vernacular of the citizens of Popstar so I made a small list of expletives I thought of, lol. They should have a variety of things to yell out when they stub their feet or an apple falls on their head! So I get randomly inspired out in the world and I make sure to write them down!

I remember seeing someone have the characters use expletives based on food, like for example, "For the love of shortcake!" or things like that. That idea's fun!! (If you are the person who had this headcanon and are reading this please tell me so I can credit you for it!)

Does anyone else have expletives/exclamations they write for Kirby characters? Please share them if you do heehee. It makes the world building feel more fleshed out and creative >:3

[katabay]

Every day. Practically every day! I think about when you said that crasso shows up with a hammer to help Pompeio in a fight.

sometimes fights can be resolved with words, other times a response calls for unmitigated violence 🥰

speaking of which, here was an early draft of the scene! back then, it was going to be Pompeyo getting jumped at a bus stop in the dead of night (currently it’s a much larger brawl and I’m debating whether or not I should upgrade the hammer to something else)