#🎭 anon

[livelaughlovesubs]

Mind empty just Thinking about dazai with knife play or gunplay is just 😋

-🎭

ARGHHHHH

Dazai who’s super excited about it, wriggling around all the time in hopes you’d accidentally kill him. But he didn't actually want to die, it’s too painful this way. Still, just imagining it and fantasising about the possibility made his dick leak like a girl.

Dazai who audibly gasps whenever you cut him slightly, or press the muzzle against his forehead. Whimpering when he inhale, breath hitching and going up a pitch as you press the trigger. The familiar ‘bang’ of the gun reached his ears as his inevitable orgasm washes over him.

Dazai who gets so exited when seeing red, watching the blood drip down his skin as it sticks to everywhere. His blood was such a clear red, it didn’t take long until it became lumps. But until then, he had enough time to admire the fluid and groan in delight.

Dazai who squirms around when you threaten to take his life. Like an embarrassed maiden while he covers his face, grinning cheekily while shaking his hips. Feeling the cold material of the weapon sliding across his chest, stomach or thighs, rubbing against his crotch teasingly. It’ll be hard to hold back~

Dazai who loved it a bit too much when you press the muzzle of the gun against his cheeks, brushing it over his lips and force it into his mouth. Forcing him to suck and lick it. He swears he can taste the bullet within, even though it isn’t loaded. At this rate he doesn’t even know if he wants to beg you to shoot or to withdraw the gun. Dazai who begs you for more once you are done with your little session. Always seeking more adrenaline and danger. Next time, maybe you’ll load one bullet? Or maybe two even to be extra bold? Russian roulette is pretty fun after all.

[occasionalsnippets]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE EXPAND ON DAMIAN AND FD!MC'S RELATIONSHIP

like i know talia had told damian abt fd!mc,,, and alot of other stuff butnansjswjwnowns god i dont know how to articulate thoughts that well but

damian and fd!mc 🙏

— 🎭

Oopsies got derailed because nothing was really coming to mind....

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You and Damian are both your mother's child. You both carry what your mothers have taught you. The good, the bad, the messy and sharp. It's part of the reason the two of you get along.

Damian does not accept people readily. Even with the stories his mother tells him of you, he spends a good amount of time observing you for himself when he first arrives and especially after he finds you do not consider yourself family. What he finds is that-

You are only ever as close to others as you allow yourself to be.

You push and dig your nails into everyone's life whenever you want to. Becoming Robin whenever you feel is necessary, approaching his father and demanding for him to spend time with those under his wing (demanding him to be a father and not just a hero), arranging for Damian to "hang out" with his father's wards so they can "get along" and so on. You're everywhere. You'll mould everyone's relationship into what you want it to be, involve yourself to the degree you think is needed and then-

and then you leave.

You pull away. You linger in the periphery, watching as everything falls into place, like a director of a film who can never appear on the screen with the 'happy' family, hiding in the wings as the curtain call ends.

You can try to live in denial forever, you can come around to the manor every holiday, you can sleep in your room in the family wing, you can call yourself "Tim's sibling" and "a family friend" all you like but Damian craves more.

Sometimes he thinks you're selfless to the point of selfishness. And maybe he's selfish too, for wanting everything you've given him and more. The Al Ghuls have always been like that. His mother, his grandfather, himself.

Asdasldkhaslka listen, it's about how everyone, including Damian, takes comfort in your love, in knowing you're always there for them to fall back on. It's about how the love you keep giving makes it difficult for them to realize how you thought you weren't family until you said it out loud.

It's about how you can't accept the love you think isn't yours to take but you keep giving. It's a responsibility you tie yourself with. Maybe you think it'll make you worthy of being love, of actually existing, in this universe.

And it's about how Damian had thought that he was sent to his father for a purpose (becoming Robin) that he needed to fulfill in order to stay. And how he was shown that he didn't have to do anything to be loved. And about how he sees some parts of who he is meant to be in you.

You are his sister. He had already decided. And he wants to be your brother, wants your acknowledgement more than anything else you could give him.

So, stop pretending like everyone around you doesn't care about you, okay? And accept their love for what it is.

[selfship-confession-box]

Obscure media yumes are gods strongest soldiers.....my f/os media hasnt gotten a main update in two years.....ive been starving for months.... -🎭 (also I'd like to be mask anon!!!)

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[bigsisterstelle]

Sis, can you help me?

My boycunt is so sensitive from the T right now, it's driving me crazy. I want to masturbate so bad but it's so sensitive, it hurts to touch it.

What am I supposed to do now :(

-🎭 anon

awh poor baby~ if it hurts i can make you feel alll better! don't worry, once big sis plays with your cunt she can slip inside and then the hurt go away <3 my lil brother will just have to bare with it for a little bit, okay? relax and let sis take care of you~

[schizoid-culture-is]

SzPD + HPD culture is having the Autism×ADHD experience except for personality disorders this time

-🎭

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[dearcervus]

Hello my dear, I was curious about how a scene with fear play would be conducted? I've always been a thrill seeker and was wondering what your ultimate idea of a scene be?

~🎭

I tend to be a lot more gentle than most, but playing with someone who’s afraid of doctors or needles is very appealing to me. I’d want to make them face that fear, in a hopefully more safe feeling environment, having them confront it but holding their hand and reassuring them through all of it. I’d love to hold them in my lap… talking to them softly as I prepare a small saline injection. Listening to their cute fearful whimpers and kissing their tears away… making sure that know that they’re safe and that they can still say no at any time if it’s too much. Maybe I’d have to hold them down or restrain them a bit to prevent them from moving too much… gentle of course, just so they can’t struggle too much and hurt themselves… their cute little whines of fear and pain while I inject them would be just so cute! And of course they’d get plenty of praise and love after for being so brave for me 🖤

[gabessquishytum]

Saw a video about how female mountain lions scream like the most horrible terrifying sound when they're mating.

Lots of dreamling fics include Hob being surprised to learn about Dream’s horrible donkey laugh? How about Hob learning that Dream makes the weirdest most terrifying eldritch screams when he’s getting fucked?

🎭

Honestly I think Dream has earned the right to make unhinged noises in bed! He's not human, maybe he forgets that Hob IS human and therefore has human eardrums... maybe Dream happens to break the sound barrier the first time Hob makes him cum. Hob sits there, ears and nose bleeding, mouth open, absolutely and totally flattered that Dream made such an absolute racket to express him pleasure <3

After that Dream tones it down from "sonic boom" to "tires screeching in a car chase" and Hob still loves it. Mainly because he just bloody loves Dream, you know?

[anonauthorsworkshop]

helloo, i stumbled upon ur mha x scp au and AHDSIHDSGISDGJ UR WRITING??? IS SO GOOD?? (also im new here hi, can i be 🎭 anon) more mha x scp au pls /nf tho

hii 🎭 anon :) i get a lot of requests for this au haha, sure!

previous part here

AU where MC is transported into the MHA universe with a SCP-summoning quirk. essentially a MHA and SCP crossover. you can read the rest of the parts under the tag #pp mha au

(note: i have never watched or read mha in my life and all of my knowledge is from fanfics and lazily googled questions! sorry in advance for any mischaracterizations or anything that just... doesn't make any sense? lol)

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You lean forward, nearly falling off of your chair in the process. Squinting your eyes into narrow lines, you focus on one, crucial objective:

Trying to figure out what the hell is sitting right in front of you.

He looks like a cat, sort of. He reminds you of Josie, or, well, 529, with his feline-esque features and all.

Oh, you really should summon Josie here again sometime. It's been quite a while since you last have. That cat makes a good cuddle buddy. Even if she's missing the entire other half of her body.

You hum in thought, continuing to careen forward from your chair. No! This thing across from you is nothing like Josie. His ears look more like a bear, like 1048. Or could he be a dog? No, no... You've got it! He's definitely a rat!

Leaning back, you return to a proper sitting position and internally applaud yourself for finding the solution to your own ridiculous question. A rat, you think to yourself, face smug. Reminds me of a certain mask that drips black snot.

Wait a minute. The satisfied expression you adorn falters as you inspect the rat closer. What if it's not a rat, but a mouse?!

No, you're getting sidetracked! You take another bite of the banana you have graciously been given by your... captors? Do they count as captors if you willingly went with them?

The clearing of a throat. "Excuse me. If you could please answer the question..."

Oh, right. They're not really your 'captors,' just your interrogators, (that provide you with free food, might you add).

"What was the question again?" you ask, before not-so-elegantly stuffing the rest of the banana down your throat. You couldn't help but cave into your stomach's hunger; you haven't tasted this quality of fresh food in years! No more scavenging for meals or rummaging through garbage bins!

The man in uniform raises an inquiring eyebrow. You examine the badge attached to his right breast pocket: 'Detective Tsukauchi.'

He gestures to his side. "He asked you for your name."

Your eyes follow his hand's movements, and you find yourself gazing at the rat once more. "Oh, I wasn't paying attention." You admit shamelessly, grabbing another banana from the bowl placed before you. "I'm Y/N."

"Pleasure to meet you, Y/N." The rat smiles. You absentmindedly nod in response. "I'm Nezu, the principal of U.A. High. The man beside me is Detective Tsukauchi," you glance at the final stranger, "and this is Aizawa, a teacher at this school. He is also the one who found you. We would like to ask you some questions, as you are already aware."

"Sure," you comply, shoving another banana into your mouth. "I don't mind."

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen, I think."

"Who are your parents?"

You shrug, nonchalantly reaching for another banana. "Don't have any."

Nezu's grin widens slightly, and you watch him place a paw below his jaw. "Would you be comfortable telling us about what happened in that alley?"

Cocking your head to the side, you carefully peel off the banana's skin. "Which one?"

The detective speaks up. "The one you were found in."

Chewing another bite of your food, you tap a finger to your chin in thought. "Well, I was asleep until I heard a bunch of noise." Slowly, you turn to Nezu, replicating his ear-to-ear smile as you dramatically retell your experience.

"I looked up from my home, my beloved alleyway cardboard box, and saw two groups of people fighting. I decided to hide in my box until it was all over, but then one of them crashed into my home. They crumpled my box, and my hiding spot was revealed! The two groups started arguing about 'gang territory,' or whatever, and one of them decided to use me as a hostage and pointed a gun to my head."

You sink your teeth into your banana once more, oblivious to the horrified looks from every adult in the room.

"Oh, but it was fine," you casually continue, mouth half-full, "since, you know, I took care of it and all."

"When you say that you 'took care of it,'" the detective asks cautiously, "do you mean that you used your quirk?"

"My... quirk?" You scratch the back of your neck. "I guess it's my quirk? Don't know too much about 'quirks,' to be honest. I've never been to a doctor, or whatever specialist you go to for checking those out."

"Could you describe to us what it was that you exactly did?"

You gulp down the rest of your banana before replying. "You mean, in that alley? I summoned, or, like, conjured up one of those, uh." You pause, replacing 'SCPs' with another word to prevent further confusion. "Creatures? One of those creatures."

Tsukauchi looks you in the eye. "These creatures that you summon." You glance at the detective's hands, and you notice that they're trembling. "What do they do? What do they look like?"

"Usually I summon them to help and protect me." You explain with a shrug, "Oftentimes I encounter people who want to hurt me for some reason. There's a bunch of, er, 'creatures,' that I can summon, and they don't typically look like your perception of what's 'normal.'"

You continue, "There are endless possibilities, really. One looks like a teddy bear, just covered in human ears." Tsukauchi's eyes widen, as if his suspicions have been confirmed. "There's some that are long and bony. Some of them have these gigantic claws and razor-sharp mouths. Some of them are all gooey and acidic-"

"I believe that's enough." You turn to the side, taking a brief glimpse at Aizawa, who is standing beside you. Those were the only words he's spoken this entire time.

Turning back to the other two, you're about to grab another banana when you catch sight of the detective. You stare awkwardly, your hand paused mid-air. He seems to have completely spun on his heel to face away from you, hands clutching the wall as he gags and dry heaves. You scoot back in your chair uncomfortably.

"...And you do not have a home, correct?" Nezu stands up from his seat, approaching yours.

"Well, I did, but like I said, my cardboard box was destroyed because of those two rival gangs, or whoever they were."

"I see." He raises a paw so as to pet the top of your head. You clumsily bend down in your chair, allowing the two-foot-tall principal to reach your height. "We can arrange something for you. You may stay in a personal dorm here for free, if you would like." He smiles, "So long as you attend this school, the police force has also gladly agreed to erase your criminal record!"

You gawk at him. "C-criminal record?" Well, you guess you usually do end up leaving a mess of dead bodies behind, but it's always in self-defense!

"You should know it is illegal to use your quirk unlicensed and in public, Y/N."

Surveying the room, you dart your eyes from person to person. In the corner of the room, the detective, who is on the verge of vomiting up his insides. The man beside you, Aizawa, who refuses to look at you. The one standing in front of you, Nezu, who is blackmailing you, but is also offering you free shelter and free food...

You huff, grabbing Nezu's paw and shaking it wildly. "It's a deal, then."

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[piko-chan]

Hi Piko! How are you doing? I hope you're well and I hope you have a lovely rest of your day!

-🎭

I actually had a pretty bad day today:(

My friends still haven't wished me a happy birthday and are pretending as if they don't remember

And on top of that I got laughed at in the middle of the school corridor by a girl I complimented in the past :(

But it's all better now. I ate sweets, drew stuff, spent time with my gf and GOT MY NEW GAMEEE

FUCK YEAH PERSONA 3 RELOADED TIME BABEYYYYYYYY

And I got to talk to people (like you, my sweetest) which always brings up my humour!!!!

As always thank you for checking in on me. It seriously always makes me feel better

You're the best!!!!

[doctorharleysawyer]

all of your fellow scientists are dead, as well as employees. Angel is the only one who returned, and Playtime has long since died as a company

ALL of your work was in vain, all of the suffering you put others through, your own pain and toil was in vain

You have done nothing

and in the grand scheme of things, none of your work mattered

How does that make you feel, Doctor?

-🎭 (in case you can't see it, I used a mask emoji :). Also hi whoever runs this :D! I think your doing a great job!)

"It was not in vain. All of my work, everything I have ever done was for the sake of progress... and I succeeded."

[eyesxxyou]

Imagine Model!Hobie sitting down in an alleyway after being rejected, giving up with modeling completely until the reader, aka loser-autistic-artist!reader timidly, quite literally waddles up to him like

“Hi! Um, c-could I perhaps.. draw you?”

They would ask, fiddling with their pen in one hand, pushing their glasses up with the other while pressing their lips into a thin line nervously.

This turns into a weekly, innocent sketching session, each of which sketches are hanged up on their wall. This innocent sketching sesh, turns into suggesting poses, which turns into shirtless poses, which turn into fully nude.

And it ends with reader being fucked dumb against the table, rambling about something to keep themselves sane as hobie fucks them balls deep mercilessly. (I might've… added a few things but you know…)-🎭

UGGGGH THIS WOULD MAKE SUCH A GREAT FIC IM TELLING YOU. THANK YOU FOR SHARING THIS WITH ME

[plushum-confessional]

I’m glad u think so!! Brian is a fox, Bleep Bloop is a BAB alien, Sklep is an ikea alien plush (like I mentioned in a confession before) Faygo is a squishables plague doctor and klowniac is a clown squishmellow!! I miss them sm rn :o[

-🎭

OUGJ,,,,KLOWNIAC,,,I LOVE IT,,,,,

[cluster-b-culture-is]

NPD culture is embarrassment feeling physically painful and like the end of the world

-🎭

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[traumaholdercultureis]

fictive trauma holder culture is already having a shitty source so not only do you hold the body's trauma you also hold your own exotrauma and it's like you can never get a break no matter what

im so fucking tired . i had to deal with shit in my source i have to deal with shit now god damnit why can't i be happy

~ 🎭 , @starry-fieldcollective

[dearcervus]

I remember being very nervous for my first procedure. When I had my surgery and I woke up, I had several nurses crowding around me saying things like, "Oh poor thing, you're so tiny you can't hold heat in well" placing heated blankets around me lifting me up and saying "come here baby I got you" and with the shots "just a pinch honey you're okay" and rubbing softly over the shot.

All of that experience made me feel warm inside and less afraid? Cared for? And lead me into the interest of things like your blog. It also opened my eyes to the fact that medical play doesn't have to be so horrifying or torture related like many people think.

~🎭 he/they

Oh that’s so sweet.. I’m so glad you had such a positive experience with that. I’ve had two surgeries in the past few years, and while my experience wasn’t quite like that, I still remember feeling good after, just wrapped in a soft blanket with a stuffed animal on my chest as I woke up. Surgery really isn’t as scary as people make it out to be most of the time, but I’m sure that kindness really helped. I’ve always wanted to create that same feeling of comfort, knowing that you’re completely safe and that it’s all just play, and even helping to work through phobias with that. As you said, it doesn’t need to be horrifying or scary, it can just be gentle and soft 🖤