#triggering stuff

[gl1tt3r-gutz-and-r0b0tz-sl]

So, Megastar is one of those ships I cannot get behind. Cause I really don't see it, for me to ship something it has to have atleast the characters seeing eachother as equals, which doesn't happen with Megastar in most continuities.

I do ship crack stuff from time to time but Megastar doesn't work for me :/

Also, some megastar shippers can be the worst about their ship. I will always think that shipping wars are dumb, regardless the ship in question.

But that's just my opinion, feel free to disagree.

Well, the thing is, I agree with you to an extent. Don't get me wrong, I love my angst and toxic ships, but to the extent some things happen is a little insane. I mean, I vent my feelings and experiences through characters too, but, to threaten, harass, or pitch a fit over a fictional ship is wild. (I'm talking about the shippers when I said that btw.)

I don't mind their dynamic in their shows or even the ship itself. It's the fact that proship correlates with much MUCH worse things, and so when that person put it unironically in their tags, it gave me the ickiest of icks. I mean, using the excuse that fictional abuse is okay because it's fictional is like saying, "Oh, that child got molested. But it's okay, they ain't real."

Abusive themes are supposed to disgust the viewer, to let them know that it isn't good or okay. I'm not talking about kinks or anything, I'm talking full-on bash head into the ground abuse. If a plot romantizes an abusive relationship, it was either written poorly or as a way to vent.

I mean, Arcee gets her cooch ripped out in my au. Themes dark like this are meant to disgust people, to disturb them.

So, for any fucking fit throwers seeing this, I'm not calling your ship the antichrist. Just cool the fuck down and stop grouping it with weird ass pedo tags. Like, fr.

I'm fucking weird too, but not a creeper! Enjoy your toxic homoerotic robot ship all you want! Just. Don't. Tag. It. Like. That!

If it makes you happy, and it isn't illegal or morally corrupt, please do it, consume the media you like. I'm part Austrian and German, but that doesn't mean I'm a ship-killing Nazi or some shit.

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 69

Third POV

Eboni was unconscious for most of it. Slenderman dragged her to the white room, Eyeless Jack patching her up and refused to use any healing serum on her - much to his dismay. Jeff is forced to watch all of this, Slenderman dragging him along to the screening room. Jack patches up his jaw after finishing with Eboni and strapping her to the chair, placing the shock collar around her throat.

Jeff clenches his fist, grinding his teeth together. He hates this. He didn't want his girl to have to endure what he did. Maybe he should've stopped her...granted he did, but earned a nice shiner to his jaw. He grins, tensing at the pain. He'll get her back for that later. He'll make sure of it.

His thoughts are cut short by the sound of Eboni stirring awake. She jumps, glancing around to assess her surroundings. She grounds from her own movements, tensing at the pain in her ribs. But instead of being pissed, she grins - looking up at the camera.

"This all you got? For real? I've had waaaaay worse!"

"Fucking hell Eboni...seriously shut up.." Jeff thought to himself, glancing at Slenderman with nervousness.

The creature sighs, pressing a button connected to the shock collar. Eboni's body jerks, tensing painfully - yet the smile on her face doesn't disappear. Slenderman releases the button, the girl's body slumping - panting heavily.

"I will not tolerate anymore disrespect from you." Slenderman warns.

Eboni laughs, looking up at the camera again with crazed eyes and drool slipping out of her mouth. She's....enjoying this? "Again...a-again..."

The faceless male cringes in disgust. Moving to press the button again, longer than intended to. He stops, cringing even more at the flushed look on her face. Jeff is also equally surprised. The fact that she's getting off to this is making him a bit hard, but also pissed off. She shouldn't be enjoying this so much when he isn't the one pressing the button. Oh, she's really in for it now once she's out of there.

"This is your punishment. You are not to attack your fellow proxies, no matter what they may have done to you in the past. The past will remain in the past. Do you understand me?"

"Says the one who sought me out all cause you couldn't get your hands on my mo -"

Slenderman shocks Eboni again, this time turning up the voltage. Her brain will be mush at this point. "Do. You. Understand. Me. Child?"

Eboni slumps forward, her restraints holding her up at this point. "Y-Yeah..." is all she manages to say.

Slenderman turns to Jeff, shadows of a frown edged onto the faceless creature. "You.....keep her in line, or I will dispose of you both. I have plenty of proxies. Two less won't cause me any damage. Do I make myself clear?"

Jeff clenches his jaw, dispite the pain he feels when doing so. "Yeah, sure." He said through clenched teeth.

As slenderman leaves, Jeff stays behind watching his girl from the screening room. After some time, Eboni straightens back up her sickly grin remaining. She sits there, staring at the white padded ceiling - breaking out into a laughing fit. The smiling killer grins, feeling his length twitching in his black sweatpants.

He wastes no more time leaving the screening room and rushes into the white room. The two stare at each other, Eboni noticing his boner. She giggles, spreading her legs as best as she can against her restraints. He rushes towards her, slamming his lips against her own.

He's rough, sparing no chance for her to breathe. He grips her jaw, keeping her still while forcing his tongue into her mouth. Even in her crazed state, she's still so fucking hot in his eyes. He grabs a handful of her hair, yanking her out of the kiss. She whimpers, looking at him with lided eyes.

"She... she deserved it."

"I know she did. She should die. But you wanna know what you deserve?"

"Wha-"

Jeff cuts her off, slapping her with such force that her head flies to the side - her lip busted again. "A fucking punishment."

"But I didn't -"

"Yes you fucking did. See this?" He said, pointing to his jaw, "you did this shit when I tried to stop you from fighting Slenderman. I tried to protect you princess, and this is how you repay me."

"A... Are you mad at me, Daddy? I didn't mean to do that...I-I just -"

"Damn right, I'm pissed. Pissed out my fucking mind! And then you got off to slenderman shocking the shit out of you - huh?"

"I-I was just -"

"Eboni. If you lie to me I'm seriously going to ring you by your fucking neck. Be truthful, and I might go easy on you."

She gulps, watching Jeff pull his sweatpants and boxers down - allowing his length to spring free. She wants nothing more than to have it shoved deep down her throat, so much so she begins salivating.

"Yes! Yes, I enjoyed it. I'm sorry, Daddy...it just felt so g-"

Jeff slaps her again, a moan slipping pass her lips. "The only time you're supposed to enjoy pain is when I inflect it. How can you forget that so damn quick? I have to say...that makes me a bit disappointed in you, princess."

Eboni shakes her head, whining. "No... no, Daddy, please don't feel that way. I'll make it up to you! I'll do anything...pleaseeee.." she begs shamelessly.

"Anything, huh?", Jeff smirks - moving in between her chair, dick in hand. "Spit on it."

Eboni does as told, allowing the drool to slip pass her lips and onto his tip. The killer watches her drool easily coat his dick, making pre leak already. His smirk stretches as he grips his length, slowly moving his hand along the base. The girl watches intensely, continuing to drool over his length until Jeff deams it enough.

At this point, Eboni can't take it. She wants so badly for him to force it down her throat. Eboni desperately needs to feel his tip ramming the back of her throat. This can't be her punishment. This is pure torture. The girl whines, turning her head away. The killer clicks his tongue, gripping her hair, and forces her head back down to watch.

"Nah. Fucking watch me get off. I know you wanna watch me...aw look at you, mouth so wide open for me - begging me to mouth fuck you. That's what you want huh? To fucking bad- shit~" The smiling killer groans.

Eboni whines, squirming in her chair. Despite the pain overflowing in her body, she can't help the insatiable feeling of lust building deep inside. She can't help the wetness filling her panties as her lover continues to beat himself right in of her, just itches apart.

Jeff speeds up, the sound of his balls slapping against his hand & his groans of pleasure filling the white room. The killer moans, the look of desperation on Eboni's face turning him on even more. The fact he has her wrapped around his finger, having her this needy, makes this all the more alluring.

His veins pulsing along his base, the way his length begins to swell the closer he gets to his release, the pre leaking from his tip - a taste... all she wants at this point is a taste.

"Jeff...daddy, please...I'm sorry, so just...please..." Eboni begs, in a trance fixed state.

"Please, what princess? Use your words."

"Please cum on my face...please give me a taste. I promise I'll never hit you again. I won't enjoy any pain unless you do it. Please, Daddy, I'm sorry..." she begs, tears building.

Jeff laughs loudly in between his moans. "Look at you! High off my dick just from looking at it. Just look at how deprived you've gotten. Who would've thought....that the bitch I almost killed months ago...turned out like this - oh fuuck~ the girl with such fire behind her eyes, begging me to cum on her face. You look so fucking hot when you cry, have I ever told you that? Fuuuuuck~ keep crying for me and I might give you what you're aching for, princess."

So Eboni does as told, crying - pleading for the killer to grant her what she wants. The girl licks the blood from her split lip, holding her tongue out - patiently waiting for Jeff to finish. Jeff edges his length closer to her face. Her tongue itches away from touching his tip. He speeds up, feeling so close as he stares more intensely at his girl.

How did he bag her? Eboni truly is one of a kind. Seeing so many sides to her, witnessing her fall from grace and her deep dive into her depravity - forcing her to only need & rely on him. The splash of blood on her tongue from her busted lip is enough to make him cum, but he catches it into his hand- denying her pleas of releasing into her face.

Jeff watches as Eboni's tears build up more heavily. He laughs, holding out the palm of his hand covered in cum. He'll itch it close to her, pulling his hand back just before her tongue laps it up. The painful need in her eyes only edges him to continue this teasing. After a few more fake outs, he covers her mouth with the palm of his hand - his sapphire eyes hardening.

"Lick my fucking hand dry. Don't waste a single drop."

Eboni eagerly licks away, gulping down everything with haste. She doesn't break eye contact with Jeff, licking his fingers & sucking on them to show just how devoted she is to him. Jeff feels himself getting hard again, but he shoves his length back inside his boxers and pulls up his sweatpants. He looks at the camera, grinning madly. Sure, he'd go another round- but someone could be watching, not that he cares. This would just be another moment to show just who Eboni belongs to, but he would rather not it be Slenderman watching. Either way, he'll do whatever he wants to Eboni whenever he wants - no one can tell him otherwise.

Fortunately for the smiling killer, it isn't Slenderman - but a fellow smiling killer. Nina sat in the screening room, having watched the whole display. She can't understand why Jeff chose her. Why would he choose an overweight, unskilled, and completely useless girl? Why not her? Nina gave her entire life just to be with Jeff - to be just like Jeff. Why won't he look at her the way he looks at Eboni? Why is she so much better? What. Makes. Eboni. Better!?

Nina Hompkins would give any & everything to be in Eboni's position. It's all she longed for. So that will be her goal. While Eboni is trapped away in the white room, she'll do whatever it takes to make Jeff fall for her - to make the smiling killer look at her with eyes full of....love.

Nina stands from her seat, fist clench as she storms out of the screening room. Luna watches the girl rush past her, catching the tears in her eyes. The witch sighs, walking into the screening room. Luna will never understand how Jeff manages to drive these women to insanity. In her eyes, he's dangerous - a worse menace to society than any other killer within the mansion. She tried to save Eboni, not only from the rode Nina took but also from her unescapable fate. A fate that will only leave everyone in tears, even Jeff.

So she'll try one last time, speaking into the mic after noticing it's still on. "Eboni?"

The girl doesn't answer, her attention still focus on Jeff- leaning into his touch as he continues to play in her messy hair. Her bonnet & braids came undone during her fight against Taylor. Jeff raises a brow, rolling his eyes at the voice he can easily recognize.

"Never took you as a peeping Tom, witch."

"Whatever you did before I came in here, I didn't witness. I only wish to ask Eboni one last question."

The killer chuckles, moving behind Eboni and forcing her to look up at the camera. He leans down to whisper in her ear. "The witch wants to ask you something. Don't disappoint me again."

Eboni hums in response, blinking a few times at the camera. Once Luna sees she has her attention, she asks, "Is this....really the life you've chosen for yourself? My home is still open for you.."

She grins, the same psychotic - twisted grin she gave Slenderman not too long ago. "I belong to Jeff. Wherever Jeff goes, I go. My home...is with Jeff."

Jeff can't stop the swelling of his heart and those sickly butterflies fluttering in his stomach. "Fuck..." he groans, locking their lips for a rough yet passionate kiss full of emotion. He pulls away, smiling wickedly at the camera. "Hear that witch! She chooses me. Now go cry about it."

Luna cringes at the sight, a heaviness filling in her heart. She stands from her seat, speaking into the mic one last time. "Understood....It was nice getting to know you, Eboni..I won't bother you two ever again." And with that, Luna leaves the screening room.

Jeff moves in front of Eboni again, showering her with affection. "Good girl, such a good little bitch for me. Say it...say you belong to me again."

"I belong to you...only you.." she whispers.

"That's my girl.." he smiles, kissing her once more.

This is the life Eboni Brown has chosen. Time will tell whether she lives it to the fullest or regrets it entirely.

[that-therian-cat04]

[glucosegaurdian]

I’m sorry, Touya… I regret nothing

[krowwolfe97]

MAJOR TRIGGER WARNING FOR ABORTION AND RELIGIOUS TRAUMA

I had to get an abortion today and it’s stirred up a lot of religious trauma. I don’t regret doing it but I feel unnecessary guilt and regret. Trust me this was the right thing to do I don’t want another child I’m barely able to be a parent to then one I have. But I’m in pain. It’s really gross and sensory overloading me. And I’m just tired of going through something yknow

[honeycombhank]

7/3/23

Well tomorrow is the 4th of July and the fireworks have already started..

I don’t experience fire works the way I used to, this whole week now gives me anxiety at every turn once I start to experience the effects of all the festivities, I feel a strong urge to get away from everything.

I have none epileptic seizures, I’ve had them for at least two years now.. this has completely changed my life

I have many triggers, two of which are flashing lights and surprising sounds.. the 4th of July now gives me seizures.

I just had my first seizure this year from fireworks, it happened while trying to let my dog out to potty before bed.. it was a bad one, my arms seized so hard I felt as though my right arm might bend to far backwards, I felt an extremely sharp pain in my elbow, I can’t express how scary it is to have your own body hurt itself while you are trying to stop it from happening, but there is absolutely nothing I can do to stop it once it’s starts.

I am really not looking forward to tomorrow night, last year I stayed out in the country for the 4th and did yoga and watched the sunset and I was able to mostly relax and stay away from all of it, but this year I will be in town.

Please think really good safe thoughts for me, I am very nervous about what tomorrow night will bring and how my brain will hold up with all of it.

[fatass-in-a-flannel2]

When you find out that your ex got with someone not even 3 weeks after yall broke up

[farouche-snafu]

i attract plenty of girls (they extort me)

[lazystudentpeanut]

90 days remain.

I am haunted by nightmares and a guilty conscience. I ghosted my former employer when they technically could have gotten another shift out of me; they however threatened to mess with some records, putting my pay at risk and then I just fucking ghosted them. You see, where I live, employment doesn’t end immediately when you hand your resignation in. But the employer is obligated by law to hand you a receipt for receiving the letter and they just didn‘t. They taunt me for quitting, then begged me to take my resignation back and keep working for them, and now actively deny that I ever did quit. I feel like an asshole for defending myself for not subjecting myself to that and just waiting out the grace period of my resignation to pass and just. Don’t going. When they illegally refuse my resignation, they will have to fire me.

My nightmares feature the common motive of me coming to work, improperly dressed for the occasion and getting wind of how much I am despised. Last night in particular, it was sticky notes in and around my locker „you will regret this :(„ „how selfish of her“ „she isn’t really disabled she faked her papers“ „she looks so weird“ „she just doesnt want to normal because she thinks she is special“ „imma ruin uni for her“ „i hope her pathetic partner leaves her“ „Look I am an expert on this subject and know she didn’t even enroll in school cause you cant pick Latin duhhhh“ „she faked her medical emergency“ „i know where she lives its really easy to break in“ „yeah she looks poor“ „she fat because she doesn’t drink“ „she is not autistic she is just a retard“ „no she is just lazy no one her age has that illness“

When I awoke in a cold sweat, my partner was already dressed, looming above me and gently caressing my face. We both are uneasy sleepers and such things are not new to us. I told him what is was this time, his reaction snapped me back to reality „Soooo all the things they thought about you anyway, all the stuff you overheard and why you quit, right?“ I don‘t need to fear the people thinking that of me. They already think that and said that… As did so many other people in my life when I couldn’t escape the situation.

So yeah. None of these statements are true btw. I won‘t regret leaving them behind. They wont get to ruin uni for me, as none of them even have a Highschool diploma, or any school diploma for that matter. I did not fake my papers, but I don‘t fit their stereotypes of my disabilities. I neither look my age nor age appropriate, plus people get scared by how little I blink and how I wear my hair; there is nothing repulsive about that. People come to the conclusion that I am plain weird or that I’d think I am special because of their own ignorance; more often than not they also vehemently refuse to be educated. Most people take big offense to my relationship, because we have gotten together very young and have, thank providence, a very strong, healthy and fulfilling relationship; where I live this is very unusual. Obviously my colleagues are not experts in my education and of course you can always pick Latin for my diploma; this is an example of people just talking out of their asses. When I had a medical emergency I was denied medical care, which is a) morally wrong b) illegal. I made a big deal out of it and ratted them out to all the authorities and this is when the bullying began. At my workplace, everyone knows everyone’s addresses. In the course of the bullying they decided I dont live where I live but in the unpopular ghetto because fuck me i guess? I dont wear designer clothes. For some reason 40 something year olds and peers without education that are stuck in this job as a dead end take major offense to that. Alcoholism is rampant where I live, I dont drink as heavily as they do, so that is threatening to them. My bosses in particular love to throw slurs and pit minorities against each other, plus they are very ignorant so that’s how the r-word accusation comes up. The last statement is just that I struggle with something physically that is hard to pinpoint and for the time being I have a „help-diagnosis“ which is unfortunately something that is culturally associated only with old people, so of course no one believes me.

The whole disability centered stuff only started when what you could call our DEI worker and the medical worker that refused to help me joined in on the bullying train. Before that I was just lazy and ugly and fat and weird and poor to them.

With a burdened mind and a deeply saddened heart, I will try to make the best out of today. My partner has a day off, so I can get all the love I need. I will try to up my school hours to 9 today.

2 Hours of entry exam prep

2 Hours of math

2 hours of history

1 hour Latin

1 hour biology

1 hour German

Is what I will try to go for I think.

I skipped leisure activity yesterday. Maybe today? But I did go outside. Today I will too, but probably at night, when no one who likes to stare is out. Maybe i will drag my love to the local farm and fetch some freshly butchered meat lol.

[scarred-to-the-bone]

I think yesterday actually did it for me. I'm finally triggered by sex. I'm good with fucking people but I finally get triggered by it if I'm receiving it. My partner told me he assumed I didn't want to do anything for me because I usually get me over and done with first. The one fucking time I'm not selfish with pleasure and I'm being told that I should have taken my turn first. I feel so fucking broken right now. They know how my ex used to treat me when it came to sex so why are they continuing it? But oh well. I won't bring it up of there's a next time. I'll pleasure them and then clean up and give aftercare. I will hold my tongue and never ask again because I'm tired of being pushed aside.

[professionallyunstable]

the devil couldn’t reach me so he made me feel like i dont belong anywhere.

[beeetlesandfr0gs]

TW: SH

I have a sourdough starter named Doughly Parton, which is fucking cool and i love baking (maybe slightly ironic).

For Christmas I got a kit of baking supplies, HOORAYY. But in that kit I got a pack of razors doe scoring bread.

I haven't self_h@rmed using a blade since probably middle school and I wasn't expecting it to be as triggering as it was. And what's worse is im not entirely sure how much i trust myself?

I don't think I'll use it. I hope I don't, but like just eughhhhhh