#tw slight abuse

[starysky1289]

I need more Toxic!Dark!Sorority Vanessa!!

That fic was just.. Chefs kiss. You write so well. 🥹

Thank you for the compliment it means so much. 😭😭🥺I took dark off it because to me toxic is just way more extreme dark.

Toxic!Soroity!Vanessa X Reader. The argument.

TW: DubCon, toxic relationship, drug mention, Pet play if you REALLY squint, slight abuse.

“ Vanessa please. Just sit down and study, you need to pass this test. “

“ I’ll be fine. My father will just throw some more cash at the teacher if I fail. I can’t belive I’m dating a fucking nerd…”

You sat on Vanessa bed, holding your rather expensive book on your lap, watching as Vanessa did her makeup in the mirror.

“ listen. Just do a little with me. If you do, I’ll go down to the frats party with you “

You got up and put your chin on Vanessa’s, as she pushed you off, mumbling to herself.

“ I’m not taking you out anywhere until you cut that hair. You know I hate it long. But fine, give me the fucking book…”

You sighed, and gently placed the book on her vanity, she flipped it open and read some random page, before closing it, going back to her makeup.

“ there, I’m done. Now leave me alone, I gotta finish getting ready for this party. “

You shrank into your skin, you looked at her through the mirror, your eyes starting to water.

“ your..your still going to the party without me? “

“ yeah? Who else is bringing the drugs. “

“ but..I can’t come? “

Vanessa groaned, standing up and heading towards her closest, looking through her multiple revealing outfits.

“ I said you’re not going out till your hair gets cut. And maybe if you loose a few pounds too. “

Your legs trembled, you hated when she brought up your weight, you had been working hard to try and loose some for her, but it was never enough.

“ b..but I’ll be alone in my dorm nessa…”

“ listen. You’re lucky we’re dateing, stop crying and get your shit together, I’ll drive you to your place. “

You grabbed your bag, shoving the papers and books you’d brought try and get her to study with you, it never worked. You froze, your hands trembling as you stared at the bright pink scrunchie around your wrist.

“ I can’t. TAKE IT ANYMORE VANESSA. “

She froze, staring at you in disbelief. You pulled the scrunchie off you wrist, holding it tightly in you hand.

“ I can’t take this abuse! I can’t take how you treat me like an accessory, I’m more than that! I’m sorry your father never loved you enough to give you a good life, but that doesn’t mean you can ruin mine. IM DONE. “

You throw the scrunchie in her small trash, grabbing your bag and storming towards the door. As you reached for the door handle, your wrists were quickly grabbed, and Vanessa shoved you against the wall, her eyes blazing with rage.

“ how dare you. You’d be nothing without me. NOTHING. “

She snarled in your face, her grip around your wrist tightened, you could feel her acrylics digging into your skin. She smirked, her eyes still starring into yours.

“ you wanna go to that party so bad? Fine. We’ll go, and we’ll make sure everyone knows your mine. “

She let go of you, and turned to her closet, throwing you an outfit. You watched as she changed her shirt skirt, tossing it back into the closet and going over to her vanity draws, before glaring at you.

“ don’t just stand there. Change. And if I fucking hear your complaining your dead. “

You quickly began to change, you had faced away from Vanessa, trying not to make much more eye contact with her. She had given you a pink tank top and a white short skirt, that barely covered your ass.

“ take the panties off. “

“ b-but nessa- “

“ do it. “

She growled at you from across the room, you reluctantly stripped them off, tossing them into the corner. You finally faced Vanessa. She wore a white crop top with a pink faux fir jacket, and a pair of tight black joggers shorts. You couldn’t help but notice the bulge in them, your lips quivering, you knew exactly what she was going to do with you.

“ now, let’s give you the last few changes~ “

She pulled your hair up with the pink scrunchie you threw out, putting it in a low ponytail. She fished around another cabinet and strapped a cold peice of leather around your neck. Looking in the mirror, you could see it was a pastel pink collar, you touched it gently, before Vanessa grabbed your wrists again, dragging you downstairs, and eventually out of the Soroity house.

“ your gonna listen to me. And if anyone comes up to you you’re gonna come find me, I don’t need another repeat of last time, do we? “

“ n..no nessa…”

She got into her car, you sitting in the passenger side, as she began to drive out.

“ one more thing. Im Mistress tonight, so if you need me, you’ll ask your Mistress, you got that? “

“ y-yes v-van-….yes mistress…”

Tears swelled in your eyes, as embarrassment flooded through your body. Vanessa glanced at you and scoffed.

“ again with the tears. Stop being such a crybaby, people don’t like it, I don’t like it. “

You wipped your face, and stayed quiet. Your heart raced at the thought of what she’d do to you. Eventually, you pulled up to a large red house, you could hear the music blaring from inside already. Vanessa stepped out and you followed her, she knocked on the door, and a tall, blonde guy welcomed her in, eyeing you down like meat as you followed her in.

People seemed to cheer as Vanessa came in and quickly sat herself down, emptying her purse, she had filled it to the brim with multiple baggies with white powder in them.

“ Y/N. You get the special job of counting my money. And if you do good I’ll reward you~ “

You only nodded, sitting next to Vanessa. You felt her fiddle with the collar, but you didn’t look.

“ alright fuckers, line up. Give the pretty girl your money. “

Dozens of people immediately lined up, digging through the pockets for wads of cash. You’d take it, count how much, and tell Vanessa, who’d hand them a bag worth the money. You couldn’t help but notice the glares you were getting, people eyeing you up and down. Even when they came up to get there shit they’d talk to Vanessa about.

“ pretty thing you’ve got there Nessa, what made ya bring her. “

“ she wanted you to throw a fit before i was gonna go, so i brought her along to help. Don’t worry, she’s got something coming. “

You stayed quiet when the line slowed down, and eventually everyone had gotten something. Vanessa pulled you into her, playing with something in her hand.

“ god…keeping you in a leash has been the best idea I’ve had. It really makes sure you know who you belong to~ “

You had finally noticed it, the black braided leash Vanessa had attached to your collar. You blushed and turned away, Vanessa only chuckled and pulled you in by it, holding you chin.

“ don’t be embarrassed. I think you got me a lot more money than I would off. I think that deserves a reward baby~ “

“ n-Nessa- “

“ mistress. “

“ mistress. Y-yess. I-I don’t wanna do anything in public like this..”

She chuckled again, spreading her legs, messing with her shorts and letting the pink strap pop out.

“ well, keep your mouth on it and no one sees. Easy as that. “

You stared at you, hesitantly moving down to sit between her legs. She held onto your ponytail, pushing your face against the strap.

“ pretty little thing…cmon. Get to work. “

You looked up at her once again, before slowly taking it in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head on it. She kept a good grip on your hair, you watched her look around the room, like she was making sure no one saw, but everyone could.

“ hey, Sarah, Bailey! No im not busy, get me a seltzer and join me. “

You flushed, those were the names of her closest friends. You tried to pull back, but she kept your head down, you reluctantly continued to suck on the pink silicone dick.

The girls sat on each side of her, you could see them looking at you, snickering behind their hands.

“ how’d she get in this predicament~? “

“ she wanted to run her mouth. And I couldn’t just let her get away with that. She threatened to leave me, Bailey, could you believe that. “

Vanessa finally let go of your head, you slowly pulled off, laying your head on her thighs. Sarah petted your head like you were a dog, snickering to herself.

“ can she do any tricks Vanessa~? “

“ mm..not tricks, but she’s a fantastic listener, arnt you baby~? “

“ yes..yes mistress…”

The girls all laughed, you burried your head in Vanessa thighs, you longed to go to your dorm and just sleep, but you had to run your mouth.

“ hey, baby. “

You lifted your head,Vanessa pulled the leash slightly, signaling you to sit on her lap. You felt so out of place there, the strap pressed against your pelvis, Vanessa’s arms around your waist.

“ you do one more thing for me and I’ll take you to ya dorm. “

“ w-what do you want…”

“ ride me. “

You burried your head into her shoulder, the girls giggled as Vanessa kissed your neck.

“ cmon baby, it’s just like at home. Only difference is we’re out. “

“ b-but I don’t like people watching..”

“ this isn’t a option, Y/N. You’ll do this, I take you home, I come back and get wasted. Maybe I should have let you walk out, you could have gotten kidnapped and raped on the way to your dorm. Then I wouldn’t have to deal with you. “

You quickly hugged her, tears forming in your eyes, before you pulled your face out of her shoulder and stared at her.

“ n-no please..d-don’t let me get hurt..”

“ then you gonna do it? “

You held her shoulders, taking a deep breath, before lowering yourself onto the toy, moaning softly. The tears slowly began to roll down your face as Vanessa gripped your waist, helping your ride the strap at a steady pace.

“ that’s it…my girl always comes back around to me, don’t you~? “

“ y-yes mistress, i do. I-I’m your girl..”

All threes of the girls laughed again. Vanessa would slam you down onto the strap, making your moans grow louder every moment.

“ m-mistress please- I-I’m gonna cum please~!! “

You felt the toy spread you, like it could rip you if it was any bigger. You slammed yourself down faster, trying to please her, trying to please yourself.

“ aww..dirty girl. Go ahead, cum…but your walking out of here by yourself, I’m not holding your hand~ “

You where to intoxicated by the pleasure to care, letting Vanessa thrust into your, before you let out one last defeated moan. Your walls clenched around the toy, as you let out heavy breaths. The music was still blaring around you, no one seemed to notice what had just happened besides the two girls and maybe one or two bystanders.

“ such a good girl..what do you say~? “

“..thank you…thank you mistress…I love you..”

Vanessa, for the first time, gently held his ur waist and helped pull you off, as she stuffed the soaked strap back into her shorts, letting you walk out toward the door.

“ I’ll be back in like fifteen, save my seat. “

Vanessa called to her friends, before you walked into the passenger seat, Vanessa pulled you into her, kissing you deeply.

“ oh i love you too…oh how lucky you are that your mine~ “

[owlclawstudios]

Motherly advise

Tw : slight emotional  and verbal abuse

March 7th 1916 

Henry who was 8 years old was listening to a  broadcast on the radio drawing.

Evelyn was smoking a cigarette she sighed.

"Dont sit so close to  the radio, please. You'll become completely deaf as a result.. " evelyn said, henry scooted back.

Evelyn sat back on the sofa flicking her cigarette on her ash tray.

"You see, before I became pregnant with you and your siblings, I was gorgeous, my life was turning out so fine, my mother was happy, my family was happy before it went down the fucking drain..." evelyn said, with coldness in her voice..

" You, your siblings and your father  destroyed my life Henry..." she added. With the same cold tone.

"I know.. mother..." henry said, trying not to cry.

Evelyn took another puff of her cigarrette flicked some ashes. 

" to make up for all the damage you've caused, you better grow up to be someone useful if you cant do that your just useless..." 

Evelyn said, she took another drag of her cigarrette.

" and one more thing... don't make the same mistake i did..." 

"I will... " henry said tears streamed down, evelyn sighed 

" alright then, enough of being a wonderful mother now... If you excuse me i have to go and hide your fathers whiskey  bottles . Enjoy your your moronic entertainment" she said storming off.

Henry sighed, why was his mom always so cold and neglectfull towards him and his siblings... what did he do wrong he always thought...

He sighed sitting down listening to the broadcast drawing 

[faestelle]

high achiever, don't you see?

[rowiewritesstuff]

Huskerdust please 😊? They are so soft and loving together, feels safe. I love seeing Angel happy.

Husker X Angel Dust

Slight Spoilers <3

The two of these demons forged a bond from their chains. They both owed a good deal to powerful demons, and could understand one another’s pain. Often, they’d be spending time in Husker’s bar. They could be seen chatting and laughing almost all the time- the two seemed inseparable. 

“And then I said, up yours bud!” Angel Dust finished his story with a laugh. Husker chuckled.

“You really are going to get in trouble one of these days.” 

“I’m not worried, I have you.” Angel flirted.

Alastor appeared suddenly, and pulled Husker away. When Husker returned, he looked furious. He went back to his bar to clean his bar cups, trying to get his mind off of it. Angel Dust looked at him in concern, sitting in front of him.

“You uh…Are you okay?” 

“Fine.” Husker spoke coldly in an even tone.

“..Look, you don’t seem like it. What happene-”

“None of your damn business Angel!” Husker snapped. A glass broke in his hand, and Angel flinched back. For a moment, he saw Valentino instead of his usually loving boyfriend. Angel looked at Husker’s fluffed up wings and rage and couldn’t see Husker anymore.

“Sorry… I’ll see you later.” Angel left the room quickly. Husker laid his head down on his bar, muttering a curse when he realized he fucked up. 

Husker gave himself time to cool off before going to Angel Dust’s room. He was cuddling his pig Fat Nuggets as he cried lightly. Husker sat next to Angel but couldn’t meet his eyes.

“I’m…I’m sorry, Angel. I didn’t mean…I didn’t want you to…fuck…” His voice slowly got quieter as he put his head in his hands. He heard a sigh behind him as Angel leaned his head on his shoulder. 

“It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean to…but you gotta remember babes, I don’t like getting treated like that. I get enough of that at work.”

“That damn bastard makes me do things I hate.” Husker admitted. “I wish I could just wring his damn neck!” 

“We can’t change nothin…so ya just gotta remember.” Angel kissed his cheek.

“What? What are you talking about?” 

“So things look bad, and your back’s against the wall…” Angel sang to Husker. Husker couldn’t help the small smile as he remembered what he sang to Angel the day they had their first fight. 

“Your whole existence feels fuckin’ hopeless, and your whole existence feels like a divebar bathroom stall….” They sang softly as they held each other. This was their song, and it would always remind them of who they were and what they mean to each other.

[missmahgenta]

(Fnaf movie) Christmas headcannons because why not

-Mike dislikes celebrating Christmas ever since his brother got kidnapped, and nowadays only celebrates it because of Abby

-That said, he feels bad that he can’t give her what he thinks the ideal Christmas would be. Their parents had sold most of the Christmas decorations by the third celebration without Garret, so the house looks barebones

-Still, he always makes sure to get a tree, even when he can’t afford a nice one (which has been the case for most of holidays where there was only the two of them).

-Abby LOVES making ornaments to put on the tree, and she’s very dedicated at making them. She loves when Mikes tags along, even though they look ugly

-Mike is not the best at cooking nor baking, and somehow even when following a simple cookie recipe word by word, something always goes wrong. It’s kind of amazing really

-After waking up from her coma, Vanessa kinda just starts tagging along the Schmidts at Abby’s insistence, not that Mike would oppose or anything, but he felt that if he was the one inviting her over, she would refuse because things are still a bit awkward between them (girlie just doesn’t understand why they still want to see her after everything, and doesn’t understand why they didn’t leave her to die like she feels she deserves). And her presence is pretty much demanded now during the holidays

-Christmas with her father was always weird. He loved keeping up a good image, and he would go all out, specifically at Freddy’s. He and Vanessa would decorate the entire place from top to bottom, and hell, he would even get his employees some gifts (they were barebones and cheap, yes, but hey, a gift is a gift)

-At their home, things would be more subtle, similar to a beige mom decor, but like, with subtle shades of yellow and purple. Christmas themed songs were not allowed inside that household, but if Vanessa behaved well, he would get some dumb Christmas movies for her to watch, occasionally tagging along just because.

-William would go all out on her gifts tho. Piles of toys and clothes and whatever she showed interest during the year, everything for his little girl

-And he would, at the same pace, destroy one of them every time she mildly displeased him, and he would make sure she was watching.

-After Freddy’s closed, Vanessa would make a point to get the animatronic little gifts. They were still children after all, and all children love receiving gifts

-Nowadays, Vanessa feels extremely weird getting any sort of gift, and just like Mike, wouldn’t celebrate Christmas if it weren’t for Abby. That doesn’t mean she doesn’t enjoy celebrating with them tho, in fact, she makes a point to make it as magical and as Christmas-zy as possible

-She made sure to get ugly sweaters with scarfs to combine. Like, absolutely hideous ones. The kind you wouldn’t wear outside of the occasion.

-One thing she can’t do to save her life is cooking, just like Mike. She is not allowed at the stove.

-And since no one knows how to make a good Christmas supper, they just decided to eat at Sparky’s, which is surprisingly empty during that day, save for that one talkative waiter that Abby finds funny

-They make a point of continuing Vanessa’s little tradition to give gifts to the animatronics, and she feels happy that she doesn’t have to do it alone anymore

[hulahoopsoupgroup]

last night i reached a real turning point with my views on evangelical christianity.

i overheard my mother whispering to my father from the other room, telling him that i ruined her life by being gay. that i ruined everything for her and i had the "audacity" to ask for therapy to help my mental health (which i cant afford).

and i just kinda snapped internally. it was like this rockslide came crashing down on the road behind me and prevented me from ever turning back.

before, i was fed up with christianity, but that kind of sealed the deal that im never going to put up with anything to do with evangelical christianity, not holidays, not a single worship song, nothing.

it just felt like, idk, like a became a new person. it felt like the old me just fuckin, died. i renamed myself. i just, dont feel like my old self anymore. and idk how to feel about that

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Smut Scribbles 27. "Do you think you deserve this?"

Never Let Me Go (NSFW) Characters: Dazai x Reader Word Count: 1278 words

Shutters were lowered over your apartment windows like heavy lids. They did little to prevent the glare of city lights, for the neon fluorescence was brighter than moonlight. It dazzled the sparsely furnished room, revealing the titles of books piled in the far corners and embellishing the ink upon the scattered notes around them. It shone upon a round table cluttered with empty sake bottles and plastic prescription pots. Beside this, covering a section of floor, lay an unrolled futon with its cover thrown carelessly to the side. Whilst the rest of the building slept, and city traffic droned through the early hours, your small room was filled with low, urgent gasps and the slap of skin on skin.

Dazai’s lean figure was stretched out upon your mattress. Apart from a few bandages wrapped around his forearms, his body lay bare; an apparition of ghostly pale skin. He was hot to the touch; a sheen of sweat glowed upon his heaving chest. Sitting astride him, back arched, your thighs were warm and slick as they clenched Dazai’s thin waist. Lithe fingertips stroked at your legs; they skimmed upwards to clutch possessively at you as he rolled his hips. There was no doubt that he had every intention of leaving his mark upon you; tell tale blemishes which would boast of your exploits. In answer you moved even more strenuously against him, helpless to the searing heat pooling in your core. 

Struggling to suppress the desperate sounds which threatened to escape you, you bit down on your lower lip. Your mind was clouded with incoherent pleas; the only clear thought was that you wanted him over and over again. Solace lay in the warmth of his body against yours; it anchored you in the present where, for once, you yearned to remain. For so long numbness had encased you like glass, distorting your view of the world beyond. Stifled in that stagnant air for so long, it was nothing short of a miracle to have that casement cracked open. You were able to breathe; to feel something. And Dazai knew exactly how to reach that part of you; how to unfurl such deep, divine sensations that it drove you wild with desire for more. Your eyes closed as you relished the gratifying ache of him inside you. The delicious sting spread, climbing to sweet peaks of pleasure.

You let out a shiver of breath as you gazed down into Dazai’s flushed face. With his eyes intent upon your own, your grip on his shoulders loosened, hands travelling up towards his neck. Of the many hours you had spent together that night, lost in the heat of his skin on yours, there had not passed a second which carried such intimacy as this moment. There was a sense of delirious abandonment in Dazai’s expression as your fingers encircled his throat. Beneath your thumb his skin stood out in a bloom of pink. A bead of sweat tickled your chest as it rolled down.

"You think - you deserve this?" you managed breathlessly. Eyelids lowered, a dark smile crossed his features.

"Hah... and so much more..."

You squeezed a little tighter, the colour blanching as your fingers applied more pressure. Dazai uttered a low, gagging sound, his hold upon your legs slackening. 

What was one more loss after all? You had already died several times over in his arms tonight. Both of you had been at this for hours, for Dazai had refused to let either of you rest. Lifted into the bathroom basin, your legs had hung over the porcelain rim whilst he had knelt to run his tongue over your warm, parted flesh. Again, you had laid across the futon whilst he, out of sight, had brought his mouth between your thighs. Gripping the sheets with your fist, you had writhed and cried out beneath his expert tongue. And after that, once Dazai had discarded his clothes and his cell phone had clattered open beside the pile, he had wound his way up to your neck. Lying between your outstretched legs, his lips had traced your collarbone, your jaw, your mouth. And you had sought his consent, without words, to prise away the bandages covering his neck and chest, exposing the most vulnerable parts of him. Warm sake swirled down with the pills. Sheets which smelled of sex. He had outmanoeuvred you at every turn and, despite the way you were leaning imperiously over him, the only reason Dazai was spread beneath you at all was because he had willed it so. Hadn’t he wanted you to kiss the scars he had once hidden from the world? Hadn’t he asked you to strangle him with your bare hands?

Almost choked of air and surrendering to the heat of you clenched around him, Dazai’s movements faltered. You could feel it coming too. Impatient for release, you uttered a moan of longing. The gradual cresting of pleasure had felt so agonisingly sweet, a part of you knew it would be better to draw out the sensation; to savour the intensity as it broke through you. But you were so close now that it was impossible not to grind your hips a little harder. You weren’t going to last for much longer like this; shaking, soaked against him. 

Then the pressure snapped. This orgasm ripped through you more violently than the others. Your mouth hung open; a soundless cry. Tension travelled from your legs to your arms, as though every muscle in your body had pulled taut, including the hands which gripped Dazai’s throat. He watched you fall apart on top of him, your body wracked with sobs of relief. It was almost unendurable, and yet you could not get enough of him. You could hardly wait for him to do this to you all over again. When, finally, you relinquished your hold around his neck, Dazai rasped out his breath in a long, desperate sigh. 

Trembling, you leaned in to kiss his lips when a wave of dizziness swept over you. You pushed back a handful of damp hair from your face, uttering a confused, breathless gasp. Inevitably, you had failed to show restraint this evening in every possible sense, including keeping up with Dazai’s drinking. Your fingers remained gripped in your hair as if to prevent your head from sinking forwards. Each shift in position seemed to bring on another headrush; darkness threatening the corners of your vision. Just beyond the gathering shadows, Dazai’s brown eyes were rounded in concern.

“Are you… okay?” you managed, your voice thin, “...I feel a little dizzy…”

You prised yourself away from him and flumped down by his side on the futon. For a moment, both of you lay still. Then you turned onto your side. Dazai’s eyes still held that distant look; his face was flooded with patches of colour. Emerging bruises striped his neck; you too had left your mark. Chocolate hair was glued to his forehead and the sides of his face. He turned his head to the side, meditative, and reached out an arm to you. Gentle fingertips brushed your cheek. Dazai held your gaze just as he held your face in his bandaged palm.

“Ah -” His voice caught in his throat; little more than an exhalation. He brought your mouth to his own. 

Deep, breathless, messy kisses. Dazai’s tongue was cold from all the sake; his breath carried its sweet flavour. You kissed him as though you feared being torn apart, your warm chest held against his. Feather-like strands of dark hair tickled your neck as his lips found your ear.

“...this must be paradise, Bella. Never let me go…” ... Lil birthday treat for me... 😌 (<- edited all the OD mentions out of my fic on AO3!)

[villainous-redemption-au]

Hey Flug how did you and Black hat meet

This is just my headcanon, I don't know the actual lore behind Black Hat and Dr. Flug's history.

[starysky1289]

Toxic!Soroity!Vanessa X Reader. Breakup

TW: Slight abuse, toxic relationship.

You laid in Vanessa’s arms, as she ran her fingers through your hair with one hand, talking on the phone with the other. Your head raced with the thoughts of the night before, Vanessa had gotten herself drunk and came into your dorm in a rage, yelling how you don’t respect her and you’d be better off dead. And now you lay in her arms, like nothing ever happened.

“ hey Bailey, I’ve gotta let you go, my girl needs attention..yeah I know. Yeah, see ya later “

Vanessa hung up, and wrapped her arms around you tighter, nuzzling into, like nothing ever happened. She was being so gentle, you could almost forget anything did happen, but, you knew she was just hungover.

“ mm..I love my girl…and she loves me, don’t you~? “

“ y-yeah..I do..”

She rolled you ontop of her, sitting you on her lap. She ran her fingers along your thighs, and up to your chest. She lifted up to kiss you, but you pulled back, glancing off.

“ baby..give me a kiss~ “

“ no. I want to talk to you. Not hung over. Just, text me when you’re sobered up. “

You got off her, glancing back at her for a moment. For a moment it looked like you could only see the compassion and love she had in her eyes when she was hung over, but you knew it would fade. You left the room and headed outside, walking down the streets towards the student center of your collage.

*~*

You put away the plate from your lunch, as your phone began to ring. Looking down, you could see it was Vanessa. You answered and held it up to your ear.

“ hello? “

“ Where are you. “

“ glad to hear youd sobered up “

You could hear Vanessa angrily muttering under her breath, before sighing.

“ babe, we’re are you. You wanted to talk, and I’m sober. “

“ I can come over to the house. I’ll be there in 10. “

“ fine..”

Vanessa quickly hung up. You rolled your eyes and made your way back towards the sorority house, it has white walls and pastel pink roofing, Vanessa had it repainted when she became president of the sorority.

You let yourself in, ignoring the few other girls in the house, making your way upstairs to Vanessa room

“ Vanessa. “

“ Y/N..cmere…what’s wrong “

Vanessa took a step towards you, opening her arms to embrace you. You longed to have her hold you, but you shook your head.

“ Vanessa…I don’t think we should..see eachother anymore…”

She froze, her eyes stared at you in disbelie, taking another step towards you. You pulled the scrunchie off your wrist, putting it in Vanessa hand.

“ I hope someone came love you one day, but it’s not me, Vanessa. “

“ Y-y/N this is a joke. Cmon just sit down, let’s talk this through”

You turned, heading towards the door, Vanessa lunged towards you, grabbing your wrists with one hand.

“ you can’t leave. You understand?? You’d be nothing without me, I’m making you liked! “

With a swift twist from your hands, you broke free, shaking your head.

“ I..I’d rather be nothing than be the something you’re making me..”

Vanessa grabbed you again, pinning you against the wall. Her breaths grew heavier, her icy blue eyes starring into you.

“ no, I’ll fix this. Your just tired, I haven’t been treating you well- “

“ you’ve never treated me well, Vanessa. “

“ NO. I’ll just, I’ll just fuck you. That always fixes it dosnt it? Cmon, you know you want me, you want my strap fucking you silly, you always want that. “

You twisted out of her grip, shoving her as you quickly made your way out of the room, and down the stairs.

“ Vanessa. We are over. “

You watched as she struggled for anything to get you to stay, a part of you wanted to stay, but you couldn’t. You wouldn’t. You had a future, you knew she didn’t.

“ you’ll never sleep peacefully. I’ll find you, I’ll make sure you stay. YOUR MINE, Y/N, MINE. “

You turned, leaving without another word. You heard screams and thrashing as you left, your heart shattered. You were on your own, you couldn’t go back. But, atleast you’d be happy, you’d rebuild somewhere, and have a new life.

Vanessa was gone. For now.

[allfortheslay25]

Forcibly Fallen

Concept doodle of angel Neil from a fic my sister is trying to write which is like bible aftg fanfiction but made by an atheist who’s source of information is coming from someone who hasn’t been to church since she was 11

My sister wanted me to design Neil some angelic clothing but I just couldn’t come up with something Neil Josten would wear as an angel that he picked for himself. Even in the underworld, Neil’s fashion sense is ass

My sisters tumblr for anyone who’s interested in her random ass 👇

[theorionbunny]

been mulling over posting this for a bit but what i was going to post today kinda went down hill so- yeah 💀 (tw implied abuse/slight blood/periods)

i feel like i’ve kinda gotten to a point where i should say any art i post of billy and sidney unless specified takes place before billy finds out abt maureen and his dad bc my interpretation is that they were dating before all of that happened so he in the beginning really did like her, and any stuilly posts i make (bc i do plan to in the future) is it’s completely own thing i have a lot of little scream au’s in my head it’s complete mess tbh💀

[yasminthespiritfaninnit]

Hello everyone! I have something to say. I have seen some arguments that I didn’t like at all. But, I still respect everyone who made it.

So, Imma say my perspective.

Tommy didn’t deserve Exile or to be exiled at all.

Dream didn’t deserve to be tortured in prison or to be imprisoned without a fair trial.

I will detail what I mean the best that I can.

First, let’s start with Dream and the prison.

Dream was imprisoned, after Punz led the entire server to him, before he could kill Tubbo in front of Tommy.

Am I saying that he shouldn’t have been arrested? Hell no. His list of war crimes and atrocities against humanity at this point was and still is a mile long.

But the group failed to give Dream a fair trial to defend himself.

Instead, Tommy (after killing Dream twice as revenge for the two deaths that Dream committed against him. Note on that one, I completely understand Tommy’s rage. But killing Dream was not right, nor did it help anyone.) had Sam, (the warden) to imprison Dream after he claimed that he could revive Wilbur.

Neither Tommy or Sam or anyone here had the authority to imprison Dream. Especially not without a fair trial. But they did it anyways and that’s not right. Dream was unlawfully imprisoned against his will.

Now, the torture. Imma say it bluntly. It was 100% not Dream’s fault.

Quackity, who had no authority to do this, wanted the revive book.

Dream said no as he had the right to say that.

So, grossly abusing his rights as a visitor, Quackity started to torture Dream.

So, yeah.

And now, we get to Exile and Tommy.

Exile was an overreaction and rigged from the start. Plain and simple.

Was Tommy completely in the right for the conflict? No. (In order of least to most fucked up in my opinion.) He grief-ed and robbed George’s house, compared Tubbo to Schlatt, tried to frame Niki, and tried to use Dream’s dead horse against him.

But also, Exile was both a unfair punishment and one that was pushed so heavily.

Dream, (the main ring-leader for getting rid of Tommy from L’Manburg) provoked Tommy to make him look worse, pushed Tubbo into a corner about the topic, and tried to frame Tommy of many more griefing incidents (with the help of a unwitting Puffy.). He was pulling the strings when the real victim, George, didn’t even give two shits. Tommy’s damages were easily fixed and everything stolen was easily recovered.

Should Tommy be punished for griefing George? Yes. But he should have been put on probation and made to fix the damages (and recover the stolen property) to George’s house, not put through a rigged series of events that got him banned from his own home.

(And I have an extra argument for this part. Canon is canon. Just because nothing came of something doesn’t mean that it is not important. Tommy’s framing of Niki was immediately shut down. But he still tried instead of fessing up. Dream’s framing of Tommy didn’t seem to do much. But he still did that, showing that he was trying his hardest to get Tommy out of L’Manburg no matter what.)

And now, the exile itself.

It was 100% not Tommy’s fault. Nothing during exile was his fault and nothing was exaggerated by the fans.

Dream really did make Tommy throw his stuff down the hole to destroy it.

Dream really did beat Tommy with an axe if he mustered the tiniest rebellion.

Dream really did changed up his rules and the rules of Exile on a whim.

(For example, Tommy was only banned from L’Manburg. But when they got there, Dream told him that he couldn’t go *anywhere* that was established.)

Dream really did make sure that Tommy was dependent on him for everything.

And Dream really did all of this to control Tommy, to make him a protégé. (Cc!Dream confirmed this over Twitter.)

When people say that Exile was abuse, we didn’t exaggerate it. In fact, I think we didn’t do the horrors justice. Exile was torture as much as the prison was for Dream and Vice versa.

If anyone wants to discuss, please reblog this with your opinions or comment on this blog.

[apollolovescheesecak]

i just noticed something rewatching the tadc pilot. when jax spins the key on his finger and grabs it, pomni flinches. i’m not sure if this was just bc it looked like he was about to punch her in the face for no reason, or if pomni has had some sort of subconscious trauma response from abuse. just seems a bit interesting

[moodymelanist]

Are you just doing Elucien prompts? Because I had this idea for Nessian where canon Nesta craves physical affection from Cassian but doesn’t really know what to do with it when he is affectionate with her because she’s never had anyone touch her tenderly like he does

nope, I’m taking any and everyone as the mood strikes me! I hope you don't mind that this is a modern au; I really liked this idea but writing in canon isn't my preferred thing to do. tw for discussion of prior abuse (tomas + mama archeron can suck it).

Nesta knew Cassian had noticed the way she didn’t know what to do with herself whenever he wanted to touch her. He was just so giving with his affection, from the easy way he would sling an arm around her shoulders to the kisses he liked to press to her skin whenever he felt she needed one.

Part of her wanted to lean into those touches, to make things easy the way they seemed to be for him, but a much larger part of her didn't know how to trust hands that were reaching for her. She was so used to being hurt instead of being held that her body just didn't know what to do when it was presented with the second option.

"I'm sorry," Nesta said for what felt like the millionth time after it happened. She'd been washing their dishes from dinner when Cassian had come up from behind her to wrap his arms around her, sending her into a stiff panic before she forced herself to calm down. "Fuck, I'm sorry."

They'd been dating for long enough that Nesta hated it was even an issue. They spent endless time in each other's apartments, saw each other multiple times a week, had met each other's friends and chosen families. She knew Cassian would never hurt her, would never even want to, but it was hard to fight every instinct in her body telling her she was in danger when it had kept her alive for so long.

"You don't have anything to apologize for, sweetheart," Cassian replied. He slowly unwrapped his arms from around her so he wouldn't startle her further and took a few steps to the right. "I'm the one who should be apologizing."

"What?" she responded, completely flabbergasted. She turned off the water and turned to face him so they could have what was shaping up to be an important conversation without any distractions. "You're not the one who's fucked up."

"Nesta." He gave her a look that told her exactly what he thought of that statement. "What happened to you was fucked up. That doesn't mean you're fucked up."

"But I am fucked up."

"We're all a little bit fucked up. Doesn't mean I still don't owe you an apology."

"What do you think you owe me one for?" Nesta asked, a little resigned. Her boyfriend was even more stubborn than she was on the best of days, so sometimes it was easier to just give in rather than fight a ridiculous fight, especially for something they'd talked to death so many times before.

"I know you don't like me coming up to you like that, so I'm the one who owes you an apology," Cassian answered. "I'm sorry for scaring you."

"It's not that you scared me," she told him honestly. Having conversations like these made her insides crawl, but since they were already talking, she thought she might as well rip the entire band-aid off anyways. "I like it when you touch me, I just... need some more warning, is all."

"Okay," he easily agreed. "I'll try to remember that for the future. Okay?"

"Okay," she mumbled. She turned around and started messing with the dishes again just to give herself something to do, not sure where to go from here.

"Is it okay if I give you a hug now?" Cassian asked after a few moments passed.

"Yes," Nesta answered. She took a deep breath and let it go just as his arms slowly circled back around her, letting herself relax as much as she could into the warmth of his embrace. It was much better now that she knew it was coming, and she found herself able to enjoy the feeling of his warm body behind her instead of immediately going into fight-or-flight mode.

"Better?" he murmured, squeezing her gently.

"Better," she repeated.

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[aangelfreckles]

I'm curious about what y/n's motivations are as to why they tried out to be the royal guard for two substitute rulers. Was it fame? Money? A title? Was there a debt they needed to repay? Friends? Love at first sight?? Was it... because they were playing the long-game assassin/intel collection? Prophecy?? --

bonus question in the chances that the previous question were major spoilers. What are the boys' opinion on y/n or what do they like/dislike about them? :3

Eeek such good questions!! Ok ok so this gonna be done in multiple parts because the comic I'm making about Sun and Moon's opinion on Y/N are a bit long (⁠´⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠.̫⁠ ⁠.⁠ ⁠`⁠)

So let's start with Y/N motives!

TW! THIS PIECE HAS SLIGHT BLOOD AND SLIGHT IMPLICATIONS OF PAST ABUSE

Y/N was raised in a village quite far from the rest of the kingdom but still close enough to be considered a part of it, They never saw outside of that small village in their childhood. from the day they learned to walk they were constantly trained by their mother to be a royal guard, nothing else. They were put through years of ruthless training and grew up with a mindset that their only use was to be a royal guard. They have no idea why their mother wanted them to do this so badly, they learned to stop asking after a while. When it was finally time for them to tryout for the royal guard position they knew they couldn't mess it up, this is all they know.

Now, what would happen if 2 rulers showed them that they matter a lot more than just being a guard? (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

[thatcheeseycandle]

Okay RIGHT I FINISHED IT HERE WE GO

HAPPY 3/3 AKA HENRY'S HAPPY DAY!! :D

//tw for slight gore, bleeding, wounds, and bruises

(shaded over with shadows and blood is colored golden yellow)

"Stay with me, I can't see anywhere that we could go

Their answer was laughter as darkness swallowed them up

One more time. I'll be fine, sometimes kindness is enough."

Empath-P - Secret Garden

Happy 3/3 to our grumpy yet pleasing nature lover :]