#tw small spaces

[serickswrites]

Solitary

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, solitary confinement, small spaces, sensory deprivation

"SHUT UP!" Whumper growled at Team Leader. Whumper had, for the better part of an hour, been trying to hurt Teammate One, but each time Whumper raised their hand, Team Leader began to scream. Scream at their top of their longs, breaking Whumper's concentration.

Team Leader didn't relent. They couldn't. As long as Whumper wasn't distracted, they wouldn't hurt any of the team. Team Leader wouldn't let Whumper hurt their team.

"If you do not shut up, I will make you." Whumper said as they stalked away from Teammate One.

But Team Leader didn't stop. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" Their throat was ragged from screaming, but they wouldn't stop. Couldn't stop.

Whumper stalked forward and boxed Team Leader's ears, disorienting them quickly. Team Leader's scream faltered as they listed sideways from the blow. Whumper took advantage and began to drag Team Leader out of the room. "I will have my way with your team. I will. There is nothing you can do to stop me."

Team Leader opened their mouth to start screaming once more, but Whumper shoved a filthy rag in their mouth. "You will not spoil my fun."

Team Leader began to struggle in their restraints, trying to free their fingers enough to rip the rag out of their mouth. Whumper quickly pulled a blindfold down over Team Leader's eyes. Team Leader struggled violently against being blinded, but Whumper boxed their ears once more before lifting them into the air.

"You will not spoil my fun," they growled in Team Leader's ear as they dropped Team Leader.

Team Leader's heart fluttered as they had no way to gauge how long they would fall. Their fall was broken abruptly by cold metal. They were enclosed on all sides by metal. They thrashed against the sides. They had to get out of the box.

"Let's see how you do with some time alone with your thoughts, Team Leader." Whumper whispered in their ear before shoving something thick and cottony in both their ears.

Team Leader was cut off from their senses. Cut off from the world. Cut off and in a tight space. Cut off and unable to help their team. Cut off and unable to do anything but try and calm their breathing.

Time passed. Or didn't. Team Leader had no way of knowing. Had no way of knowing anything. They only had their hope that Whumper would come for them soon. And then they would have their revenge.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i had to

[crow-with-a-pencil]

Hi @naffeclipse I'm very normal about your fic. Have some frantic midnight sketches as extra kudos along with some tag rambling :)

[martha-anne]

Poached-egg Pollinator Paradise

There is a patch of poached-egg flowers growing next to my pond. Pollinating insects love it, and I love to watch them. Here are a few of this weekend's visitors.

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Mint moth

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Honeybee

Rose chafer beetle

Ashy mining bee

If you are familiar with bugs 1 and 3, please let me know their names! And grow this plant if you can!

[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (VIII)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and whatever prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

PART ONE is here PART TWOis here PART THREEis here PART FOUR is here and PART FIVE is here PART SIX is here and PART SEVEN is here and this is part 8 💚 Ao3 Is here for all parts

Where we last left off... Everybody got lunch! Not Danny, though. :) He was taking a nap. And Wonder Woman

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my awful attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

💚👻👽👻💚

Danny only doesn’t throw something because he already knew someone was on their way. The alien told him so. It’s not a surprise.

There’s someone new here. In his room. At the edge of his curtain. Too close to his bed. Danny doesn’t like it. He doesn’t hiss, because that’s Rude, but he does push his shadow to be bigger. Longer. Darker.

The human just waves. Waits. Holds something out in its hand. Danny doesn’t care. He can’t see it and he’s not going to go over there.

The human makes more words Danny can’t hear. Blech. He wonders what everyone knows here that he doesn’t. Is it French? Is it German? Jazz—

Thinking about Jazz makes his heart hurt.

Danny curls up further into the dark spots on his bed.

The human steps past Danny’s curtain. Danny does hiss, now, something long and low and halfway out of a human hearing range.

The human pauses. Its black haired-head tilts. It says—something else. Its tone is still gentle.

Danny doesn’t trust it. But it doesn’t get any closer, either. It only…holds out a hand.

There’s something in that hand.

It’s a trap, it has to be. But—

The alien said that they had friends in this tower. That the humans here are…safe. Danny doesn’t believe it. Danny is afraid to believe it.

But one of them gave him food.

…And the younger ones feed him all the time.

So maybe. Danny. Maybe he can. He flinches and he leans forward.

Danny can. He can’t see most things. But something aches in his skull where he is meant to see color and shape and familiarity, and something in his melted brain whispers wait, watch.

Danny’s back arches.

He waits. He watches.

…The object doesn’t do anything. The human simply sets it on Danny’s side table, and then it’s an object. A mostly white, somewhat red object. The other colors might be blue, or gray; they’re not distinct enough to be distinguishable in Danny’s mostly mush eyes. It’s oblong, and sort of round and—

Danny jerks upright. He snatches the item off of the table as quickly as he can, brings it as close to his eyes as he can— IT’S A ROCKET!!!! It is!!!! With fuel thrusters and everything!! If Danny had his whole brain he thinks that he could even recognize which one!!

He purrs, and he purrs, and he purrs, and he takes his pillow and he settles the hard plastic into his kind-of-damp (but mostly dry!) pillows and leans into it, happy to have this thing he likes and can recognize!!

Fine. Danny can like this human. When it comes back with little pills in a paper cup, it bravely gets closer, so Danny can see black hair pulled back, a tail swinging behind her, a tinge of red under a mostly-opaque white medical gown, and gold bracelets on her arms.

…Danny touches the bracelets to investigate before he can even be scared. They shiver with energy. Danny’s fragile form shivers back.

The human spends a lot of time with words Danny can’t hear on the paper cup, and she pulls out each little pill inside so that she can say more things, show him what it looks like, let him smell each capsule and tablet.

When the buzzing human comes back with a vibrato of joycurio/us!/joy in its wake, eager to see Danny as he is relieved to see it, Danny shows him the little paper cup.

The buzzing human trills with relief! Relief! Relief!

…That’s got to be safe enough, right? …Right?

Danny…

It’s been a while since he tried to dry-swallow medicine down his torn esophagus, but everyone’s immediate rush to find him water makes the swallow easier than Danny might have thought.

Some of the medicine is going to make him sleepy. Danny remembers enough about medicine to remember that. The thought of being vulnerable and not able to wake up is scary; but if Danny is going to get better, he’s going to have to trust that not every human wants to make sample slides out of his organs and jam needle-long electrodes into his brain, and he will have to fall asleep and not cry about it.

The cup of water the quickquickquick human gets him is so nice. His claws clink against the ceramic of the mug. Most of the liquid actually makes it into his mouth, and some of it even into his throat.

Danny lays down, pulls the rocket ship closer to his fragile form, and purrs. The fastquick human takes Danny’s hand so that he’s not alone.

At some point, his paper eyelids shut.

[bleedingichorhearts]

I need the reaction of Solor and the Hydras when they found out their little human was pregnant.

𝕻𝖗𝖊𝖌𝖔 𝕭𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖉

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗: Yes, yes you may demand such reaction.

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

TW // Pregnancy.

Hydra was the more… aloof one. He didn’t find out until he noticed how tired you have become lately. Not getting after him all the time. That and his brethren were talking about it and he was like “What??? She is???” His reaction was equivalent to catching him red handed in the freezer again, but safe to say he stayed a bit closer than before and enjoyed his time with their little serpents presence. Even when Solor was around.

Asclepius knew once he cuddled with you. He could hear another heart beat in that oven of yours when he placed his head down on your stomach. Your fingertips dragging lightly across his head and he purred, nuzzling carefully into your belly. On Alpharius and Omegon, he is going to protect you and the little serpent in there with his life.

Leviathan had the experience of feeling your little excited pouch that grew overtime. His hand laid over your stomach and thumbing it while he coos softly in your ear. He knew of your pregnancy before because Asclepius was very eager to share the information with him, but to actually feel it was a different way of confirming it. He didn’t let you go after a long awhile.

Solor smelled it, sensed it before you even knew that you were pregnant and it had him more affectionate than usual. Stayed back more often to have you sat in his lap to palm at your stomach, his nose nuzzling the side of your head. Throne, such a precious little maiden you are, carrying his child. He was… surprised you weren’t pregnant before, because he knows what them Hydras did. He knows alright.

All in all, they were rather quiet about the discovery as they wanted you to bring the news to them officially. They didn’t want you to stress out about it. (Not like you didn’t when you found out.) They also didn’t know if you wanted a child with them or not, but it would mean you can’t get away from them so easily. They were Astartes, they know some didn’t do… romantic things with them. So they stayed quiet, fearing stressing out about it until you found out yourself, and when you did? They were quick to reassure you if you were uncertain of yourself. Kissing away your salty tears and providing another one of their long cuddle piles. Solor included, but he stayed on the sidelines believing he had some protecting to do.

[bluu3berry]

cw: gore

It loves bread :3

[keeps-ache]

blood of the covenant

[marilynsweet]

Patient 668: Cameron

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Surrendered to Talonfell’s Home at a young age, Cameron has been a long time resident of the intensive care unit. Her delusions blur the line between fiction and reality, which often consist of sea life and fish.

During her stay she made friends with one Edward Rothschild, and it was noted the two often “mellowed out” in each other’s presence. However, her condition quickly deteriorated after Rothschild was released, and for several years she was in an almost idle stupor - alone and lost to reality.

However, recently she was broken out of Talonfell’s Home, and a large bounty (courtesy of the Carvela family) has been placed on her head for her safe return to the Home.

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Apparently I never posted Cameron??

[stardroppoetry]

[mobpd]

least queerphobic blogger

[lesboylycan]

shaking my laptop screen right now. why are so many supposed "safe spaces" for stigmatized disorders so frequently anti-endo. violently anti-endo (actively threatening, fakeclaiming, etc) or passively anti-endo ("endos DNI" without talking about endo systems on the blog/"endos DNI" on general system positivity posts, following or regularly interacting with anti-endos but no posts about endos specifically, etc) it doesn't matter it's just all. fucking.

[larabar]

return of the !

[sapphire-heart-tippy]

(a small little rant, this happens to me in real life constantly. It's not one singular person, it's 90% of the people I talk to in real life x_x nobody here!!!)

Messaging people:

Person: Hey what's up?

Me: Hey, I'm doing pretty well and you? 💪

Person: awesome! Me too! *Conversation*

Talking to people in real life:

Person: Hey, what's up?

Me: Hey, I-

Person: So anyway- *continues talking and I let them*

Person: What have you been up to?

Me: Oh I've been-

Person: *starts talking over me, talking to somebody else in the same room while I try to speak, turns away from me and ignores me*

Person: Didn't you want to show me something?

Me: Yeah it's this-

Person: *texting on their phone, not paying attention, loudly talking over me or talking to somebody else while I'm awkwardly trying to show them something, or straight up walks away*

I do my best not to interrupt anyone and I go, "I'm sorry, go ahead" a lot... Even when I try to talk over them or at the same time, they just talk louder or completely ignore me even though they're the ones who asked the question in the first place....

Vanilla and Bel wouldn't do this to me fshdjksksghjkl- I imagine that they actually let me talk and pay attention to what I have to say and stuff

(I'm not mad, just kind of annoyed and feel sad... I'm probably doing something wrong and don't realize it)

[bleedingichorhearts]

𝕾𝖚𝖋𝖋𝖊𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝕴𝖓𝖋𝖔

𝕿𝖆𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖉/𝕴𝖓𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖉: @kit-williams, @egrets-not-regrets, @thevoidscreams(Especially you.)

TW // SMUT/NSFW, Language.

Imagine getting lured into a heated session with Solor. His gauntlet wrapping around your neck; applying light pressure to it if you so much as moved from him.

His fast, but deep pace leaving you breathless underneath him. Mewling up at to him as you’re pinned underneath him, stuck to him.

However, you can’t feel how he suddenly shifts around inside of you; how his c*ck becomes different than what Solors would feel like, but you definitely can feel the absolute mind blowing pleasure it gives you. Sending you right over the edge just as he tips your head back. Your dazed, blissed out eyes looking out at the rapidly approaching blue visor glowing outside of the window as the “Solor” above you leans down and rumbles teasingly in your ear. Grinding up into you, taking his sweet time.

You can feel how this “Solor” feels up your womb when your f*cked out brain just barely realizes.

It wasn’t Solor you were making love to, but it someone else.

Suffer with that information, little Anons.

[girl-bateman]

it sounds so obvious now, but im pretty sure my physical problems rn can all be traced back to the fact that my brain and body has been in a constant hypervigilance and cortisol overload for 3 months straight. the dizziness, the blackouts, the acne, the constant nausea, the giant eyebags and sudden crows feet ?? Like yeah, no shit thats what happens when ur every waking hour is the equivalent of that camille preaker crying gif