#CW 🍇

[hyperose-culture-is]

TW abuse/ 🍇without the g Hyperrose/hyperromantic (?) culture is thinking that someone abusing/🍇-ing you in the most dehumanizing way possible is romantic but then also feeling absolute shame and disgust in yourself because "Hey! You never went through any of that! Why the fuck are you romanticizing trauma you've never fucking experienced you absolute sicko!"

Sadly the mind when having traumas or situations where conditions like this exist, it’ll like “forget” about it and just kinda forget. It’s always good to acknowledge and understand the harm the thing does. Just so you don’t forget.

[sho-uta-confessions]

teaching the lil sh0ta that you are babysitting about his body

and telling him the uses of all of his parts

and showing how to use them

and feel them

and then reward him after for being such a good learner

-🍇

confession no. 181

auunnn... cute...

[fictionkinfessions]

it always bothers me when people go "omg vi left jinx on purpose!! vi didn't love jinx!!"

YES I DID. I DIDN'T LEAVE HER ON PURPOSE!! I WAS KIDNAPPED BY MARCUS!! HE GRABBED AS I WAS ABOUT TO GO SAVE POWDER!! THAT WAS NOT MY FUCKING FAULT

I LOVED MY SISTER MORE THEN I LOVED MYSELF! I WAS JUST UPSET BECAUSE I LOST EVERYONE I LOVED AND THEY ALL, MINUS POWDER, DIED INFRONT OF ME!! I WAS A CHILD!!! OF-FUCKING-COURSE I ACTED LIKE THAT.

sorry... I'm really pissed off

– vi, arcane – fictionkin (#🖤🍇)

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[lunarbun-ships]

eughehhh

[oceanicflyboy]

https://www.tumblr.com/oceanicflyboy/760726386785796096/httpswwwtumblrcomoceanicflyboy76064625137305

* Uva shakes her head, sadly, taking her own knife and pressing it to her palm. *

You must choose, dear, or I have failed and you cannot continue the trials.

* she slices at her palm, drawing a shallow gash before letting the blood pool in her hands. Once enough gathers, she takes and places it in a glass bowl drawn from the leather sac, quickly wrapping her hand in the skirts of her robe *

You wanted to get stronger, to improve, did you not? This is the only way.

- 🍇

🫧;; Hal tightened the grip on his own knife, he lets out a shaky breath, he looks at the lamb and at the goat. He sighs and goes to the goat, keeping his steps light and silent as to not wake up the poor thing, let it die in it's sleep. It is much better than them waking up in fear, he grips his knife tighter.

"...The goat, i'm choosing the goat.." He says as quietly as he can, trying not to sob over this, he opening the cage and carefully cradling the baby goat. They pray for it, trying to keep the tears in, the goat doesn't need to suffer through this, they'll make it fast and try to make it painless. After they are done praying for the goat; They caress the goat with one hand while the other cuts it open starting at the neck and going to the stomach. There.. it's done right? No more animals have to be hurt for this he hopes. "I-.. I did it, there. It's uhm... Done." Guardians this is awful, really awful, he at least hopes the poor thing will forever dream now. Forever dream a happy dream.. that's all he hopes for.

[minimumwagesoul]

part two dear god (2020)

[feastofcadavers]

“Vampire. You can’t be sleeping on my work notes every time you finish eating!” The bitter voice of Alchemist made Vampire grimace as it covered up the sound of peaceful violin music being played over a nearby radio. He’d yawn, picking himself up from the spot that would be too small for him if he hadn’t stuck to bat form. He wouldn’t budge, instead rolling away from his sibling before being picked up and getting multiple squeaks out of him as he flailed around. “Get off! I’m trying to fix the both of us here!” Even if it was a bit harsh, Alch at least had the courtesy not to throw Vampire at the wall, and rather just dropped him on the floor. The red-headed sibling would groan, shifting out of bat form to shake off the fall. 

“Sis… you’re so stressed over this… We’re gonna eat people still even if you do find something to fix this…” Vamp would sigh, flopping over to lay on the floor. “Besides, you’re gonna get in trouble… Y’know how that bastard loves overly excessive punishments…” Even with his warnings, and the warnings of the head of the manor, Alchemist would continue fussing about with research papers and whatever ingredients she could find from the outside.  Tattered wings flittering with irritation, the shorter of the siblings would take care not to step on Vamp as she walked by to her cauldron. “This is about more than us.” She’d snip, taking a stepping stool up to get over the top of one of the only things she took with her. “There’s only two of us, and how many are out there? Approximately fifty or so?” Vamp thought there was a lot more, but it’s not like he’d count. “At an exponential rate of growth, this world will be eaten away at in mere decades!” 

“A decade… Isn’t that a long time…?” The redhead would smile like a doofus when his sister looked back at him with scorn. “I’m just sayin’, I’d rather have someone else do what you’re doin’. There’s that Aloe person, maybe they could do it?”

“They are busy with their own difficulties.” Alch retorted, “If no one else can do it, I will. I don’t care if it risks my life if it means others don’t have to deal with the bullshit we do.” The swear made Vampire perk up, giving a small laugh, “Lil sis, you’re not supposed to say bad words!” “I’m in my twenties, batty, shut up.”  “Fine, fiiiine…”

…

Vampire would sigh, looking over to the very radio he had listened to what felt to be forever ago. Batteries were dead, unable to make another peep. He remembers the music too clearly, it being one of Mint’s many songs being played at the time. He would be lying if he said that the music didn’t hold a special place in his heart for both him and his sister… Though that didn’t matter too much now. There wouldn’t be any more music from Mint considering the physical state he was in. 

The drunkard took in a deep breath, exhaling as he laid back on the bed he’d been contemplatively staring at for who knows how long. Though as an irritating interruption to the relaxation he just started, there was a stir from across the room. Gaze falling to the singular chair of the room, Caramel was slowly coming to. Unfortunate, he was kind of hoping that he wouldn’t have to actually take care of anyone. 

Picking himself up and striding over, Vamp would give the weak one a pat on the cheek. “Heeeeey buddy, wake uuup.” Thankfully, the groan that the drunk received was a good enough response to prove he was alive and fine. “Where-...” The white-haired individual would slur, unable to fully see or process anything around him. “Huh…”  “Don’t worry tooooo much about what’s goin’ on, alriiiight?” Vamp would smile, trying to be at least a little polite. “Jus’ keeeeep resting, and I’m suuuure you’ll be fiiiine…” Even so, Vampire would be asked questions. Where are they? Who is he? Who am I? These would go answered, but barely. Short, few-word answers for the sake of brevity. Besides, there was something else on Vampire’s mind that kept him distracted. 

“I don’t feeeel… all that hungry…” He’d murmur to himself, ignoring the confused look Caramel gave him. Indeed, his stomach didn’t feel as empty as it normally would. The cravings that normally were in the back of his mind were dulled. He felt… lighter, in a way. Did those two truly do it…? That lightness in his body quickly became tense. Something didn’t sit right about this. 

Furrowing his brow, the drunkard took Caramel by the shoulders and slung him over his shoulders. The squeal and surprise that came from the apparent amnesiac was ignored as Vampire would practically run out of the room. “Where are we going?!” Cara would yelp, only to get the unsatisfactory answer of: “Somewhere verrrrry important. I neeeeed to check on someone suuuuuper important.” 

…

They’re not here. 

They’re not here. 

Where are they? 

Vampire searched with an uncharacteristically tireless energy through the room that smelt even more like rotten flesh and blood than usual. What was once pulsing and squishing beneath one’s feet was now hard and dry- with three distinct lumps of dried flesh of concerningly large size catching the redhead’s attention. He’d set Caramel down- who was rightfully horrified by whatever the sweet Hell was going on around here- and with reckless abandon, tried to claw at the mounds of flesh.

Even if he was leaving scratch marks on the surface, there was very little progress being made. Despite this, Vampire would continue to try digging into the dead flesh again and again. There wasn’t any telling if this was even the right thing to do- if Mint, and Aloe as an afterthought, would be in these. What else was he to do? There was nothing else here? 

“Uh… sir?” Caramel would whimper, “S-sir, above you…” Vampire would finally be pulled from his frantic scraping and look above the mounds. A bright red figure with little black horns standing atop of the dead skin was not the sight he expected to see. There was a startled scoff as he pulled back, bumping and knocking Caramel over without much care. “Who are you?!” He’d growl, immediately on guard as the figure just laughed at him. 

“The Devil.” They’d reply, snickering at the other’s fear. “I’m sure you don’t know that, though! It’s not like everyone thinks of The Devil as some big, horrible monster and not… me! Just a little thing!” “I don’t care what you are…” Vampire’s wings flared open. “What did you do to the ones that came down here? What did you do to Mint?” The idle humming that the redhead received was all the more irritating to hear. The shrug he received wasn’t anything better. “It’s more like what they did to themselves! What, do you think I made them kill themselves?” “THEY WHAT!?” Vampire darted forward, trying and failing to grab the little scoundrel who just flew out of his way. He would have flown, too, if it weren’t for the fact he wouldn’t be able to focus enough to actually catch them. “You’re spouting lies! There’s no way they’d-... They wouldn’t do that!”

“Oh, reaaaaally?” The Devil flew back down, getting right against Vampire’s face with the biggest, most shit-eating grin. “You’re saying they’re both too selfish to sacrifice themselves for the world? One life for the benefit of so many others?” 

“No, I’m not-! I’m-” Vampire would pause, taking just a moment to process what he’s been told as The Devil flew circles around him. “This is about more than us,” his sister’s voice echoed in his head, “I don’t care if it risks my life if it means others don’t have to deal with the bullshit we do.” Heart beating out of his chest, Vampire would find his will breaking down. Not him, too… Selfless sacrifice… What is wrong with them?!

Falling to his knees, the drunkard would attempt to stifle sobs, only to have that dam burst too easily. Screaming and wailing, Vampire would fall forward, punching against the dead flooring beneath him. “Not again!” He’d cry, “I don’t want to lose someone again! I can’t fucking take this!” Heartbroken, will broken, and with nothing else to lose… Vampire would press his head into the floor, and then begin bashing it in. “Why couldn’t I have been the one?! Not her,” his head hurt, “not him,” his heart hurt, “not either of them!” He felt as though he could fall apart at this moment, as if he hadn’t already. 

Heaving with the skin on his forehead broken open enough to bleed, Vampire would inevitably pick himself back up. Not to a stand, but to a kneel. “Devil.” He’d speak flatly, devoid of care. To his surprise, the little red runt would leave their little bit of picking on Caramel to fly in front of Vampire’s sight. “Yeaaa?”  “I’d like to make a deal.”  “Ooh, classic! We love deals with The Devil!” The snickering would be interrupted as Vampire would take the little thing by the neck, squeezing and bringing them close. “I want those precious to me back. I don’t care what it takes.”

“Well-” The Devil coughed, turning a bit more purple than red thanks to being choked. “Usually I need something precious- like a person or whatever-” Easily granted. Vampire would use his other hand and pull out the charm of his sweet, late sister. “Done.” Even so, the struggling creature in his hand didn’t take it. “Actually, I-I need a blood sacrifice! Yea! Like a person, a precious person-” The Devil was promptly slammed into the mound that still had lingering claw marks on its surface. “I don’t HAVE those because they’re already DEAD!!” Tears dripped from Vampire’s chin at the admittance. It was true, yes, but it was even harder to say. “Then-” The little thing struggled, but wasn’t given mercy. “-then I can’t do it!” “YES YOU CAN, YOU BASTARD.” Did this demon have bones? From the creaking sounds Vamp heard, it certainly seemed like it. “GIVE ME MY FAMILY BACK- GIVE ME MY LOVE BACK-” “He doesn’t e-even love you that much-” “SHUT UP! SHUT UP, SHUT UP!” He’d take The Devil by both hands, raising them up and slamming them onto the floor, getting the miscreant to hoarsely scream in pain as their bones cracked against the hardened flesh beneath them. 

“If you won’t give them back… Then I’ll- I’ll just-...” Vampire bared his fangs, looking down at the feeble excuse for a demon in his hands. They were trembling, as if they were somehow powerless despite being The Devil. For something that seemed to be able to do so much, they certainly were doing so little. “I’ll take them back mysssself.” Throwing his head forward, the vampire would dig his teeth deep into The Devil’s flesh. It felt fizzy. Delicious. The taste nearly made him feel dizzy as he tore away the skin at The Devil’s neck. Uncaring for the spewing fluid that stained his face and his clothes, the vampire would continue to chomp and rend flesh from bone. There was a small touch to his shoulder, prompting the redhead to look behind him and hiss, the action splattering blood onto poor Caramel. With that amnesic annoyance too scared to do much else other than an attempt to run out- not that the bloodsucker would care- the feasting upon The Devil would continue. 

The Vampire’s skin felt hot as the blood that felt strangely carbonated would be lapped up and swallowed. No part of this creature’s body would be left unscathed. Knawing on bone, chewing through cartilage, devouring red meat with all the fervor of a starved animal. Biting was used as a method to dig deep into the newly stilled corpse- Tearing away innards and consuming whatever was haphazardly deemed edible. No muscle left untorn, no piece of bone left unbroken…  “This is… my ssstory…” The Vampire would speak breathlessly, having barely taken the time to inhale between severing organs with its mouth alone. “I’ll make thissss my… ending…” 

When the feeding was finally over, The Vampire would wobbly lift itself from the corpse it had created, looking around the room with a sharp gaze. “What will it take… for me to have you both back…?” It would murmur, eyes affixed on the dead flesh. “What ssssacrifice do I need to make…?” It took a deep breath, looking down at its bloodied hands, and its sister’s charm. “Do I need to ssstart it all over? Isss that what… will ssssave you?”

The cold, putrid-smelling air would become still as The Vampire stood. Swaying in place, contemplating. The compulsion of yearning, the obsession of hunger… Without that, where was it? “No devil to deal with… then, perhapsss…” The lost one would kneel in front of the mounds of flesh, finding it far too easy to tear them open. Wrong on two tries, and puzzled as to why there was an unrecognizable golden-colored corpse here, it would eventually find the half-eaten away body of what was one of its sole motivators for so long. “I’ll make a deal with myssself…” 

Dragging the green and white haired body out of the mound, The Vampire didn’t bat an eye at the exposed nerves and bones that were left to open air from the flesh that hadn’t yet devoured him fully. “You need a proper sssacrifice,” it told itself, “what will you do with the dead?” Such a question brought a laugh from itself as it knelt down and gave a gentle kiss to the partially decayed forehead of the violinist’s cold, unmoving body. 

“Until I can ssssave what belongssss to me…” Hands steady, the redhead would gently take a portion of Mint’s hair and tie it in a very awkward-looking ponytail with its sister’s charm. It… looked nice, all things considered. “I will treat this world as my rightful feasssst… for the cadaverssss of those I love… I will create as many more bodiesss as I need to have them back.” The Vampire would reach its hands gently beneath the body of the half-consumed, picking him up with all the gentle nature of a widow.

“I’ll ressstart thisss Hell if I have to. But until then…” Looking down at the mangled mess that was Mint’s body, it would breathe a small sigh of relief. “At least I have ssssomething to hold on to…”

[grandtear]

new bong from canna style just came in the mail. i'm So in love with it.

[syunkiss]

HES A PATHETIC BOYFAILURE AND NEEDS A HUG AMD HIS HUSBAND BACK.

OKAY.

I love him

someone give him a hug... plssss..

[mix31h3artz16]

⚠️TW: heavily implied SA and mentions of 🍇.⚠️

⚠️this post was not meant to promote or normalize SA or 🍇 in anyway shape or form. /vsrs⚠️

based off drawings that Snowy (a formal Mixels artist), did of narrator when were still in the Mixels fandom. God knows what they’re doing right now. (but if they are planning to make a comeback, I’m not gonna be surprised if people start hating on (or even forgive) this bitch out of nowhere.)

[I know he also drew pictures where Knave was 🍇ing narrator, but I didn’t wanna people to start thinking that Narknave is a dark ship. /srs]

oh, if you’re wondering why I added purple goo and random tentacle, it’s because outside of all the Knave 🍇ing narrator shit, he drew narrator getting 🍇ed by both of them in their respective pieces. (i’m not gonna show any of the drawings he made of his getting 🍇ed on here.)

The original:

[vibescornerr]

cw // endeavor (from mha)

tw // abuse and mentions of 🍇

Something i think some of the endeavor lovers don’t understand when it comes to his hate is the roles and they way its executed. especially when someone dislikes endeavor but likes villains and they go “but villain does bad thing!!” And it’s. Like, yes. Villain does bad things, they ARE a villain. It’s like, in their role. Endeavor is a hero, hes supposed to be a good and do good things because it’s literally his role. So comparing him to villains doesn’t mean shit. And him being bad in a good role isn’t bad story wise. Its realistic, its real! It happens in real life, and It can be good in stories! It makes interesting characters. But he’s treated like he’s good and we should root for him! And what I especially dislike about Endeavor is it feels like he doesn’t get full consequences for his actions. Sometimes it feels like he just gets a slap on the wrist and followed by praise. And that narrative of the story feels so shitty. Theh treat him and shoto (in certain scenes) more like a parent trying his best for time with his child and the son thats embarassed at showing affection (yknow normal teenager snit) and NOT. IDK?? A child and the man that LITERALLY ABUSED HIM FOR AROUND 10 YEARS SINCE HE WAS FIVE. WHO ABUSED HIS MOTHER AND SIBLINGS UNTIL ONE OF HIS SIBLINGS UNINTENTIONALLY KILLED THEMSELVES TRYING TO GET THAT MANS ATTENTION. And people want to defend him so hard, not just as a character, but as a person. I really don’t get people that get angry at people liking villains but love endeavor. HE IS NOT A GOOD PERSON. Just because he’s a ‘hero’ and defeats bad guys doesn’t make him any less a bad guy himself. And these are usually the same people moral high grounding villain enjoyers yet wanna defend this literal child abuser and wife beater 🍇ist????

[porciaenjoyer]

tumblr in the roman republic

🤔 politicalcitizen Follow

WHEN is cicero going to release the next philippic… i literally feel like i’m in the siege tower 😩

🗡️ antonysstola Follow

I didn't know people were still supporting C*cero. This is gross.

👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨 curiontonyreal Follow

op, maybe you were joking, but this really isn't okay. c*cero has been ATTACKING antony ruthlessly. please do not support him and his harmful content....

#after the way he insulted antony and curio? not a good look. #cw cicero

LIII notes

🏛️ mournfulcaesarian Follow

i mkss himm... i mjss him@so mucj

☄️ hopefulbeliever Follow

DIVVS IVLIVS watches over us even now.

CC notes

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are they seriously giving that freak imperium :/

🛡️ liberator-4-ever Follow

eheu! turning off reblogs since you can’t behave yourselves.

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oh to see antigone at the city dionysia…

#i was born in the wrong generation #all we have now is political discourse 😣

II notes

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disgusting.

🩸aristogeitoncore Follow

Yet another uneducated pleb with no real-world experience here to tell us why “Caesar was good, actually”. Come back when you’ve donned the toga virilis.

#Btw CASSIUS SWEEP!!!!

CMXXXI notes

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Dinner party at my place tonight!

👩🏻 palatinegirl Follow

#Full disclosure we will be hurling my political opponents off the Tarpeian Rock.

hey op what the fuck does this mean?

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[sho-uta-confessions]

hearing him panting underneath me when we just started

hearing him gasp and try to hold in his moans

hearing him make noise

watching him as he squirms

seeing him get overstimulated with pleasure

- 🍇

(he = mineta btw)

confession no. 139

my my,,, also imagine him cumming in the first thrust, so quick but at the same time so cute especially hearing him moaning loud and squirming...

[fictionkinfessions]

I know I shouldn't expect too much from fandom, really, but the amount of people just treating my source self as inhuman because of disability is.. really gross. "Nugget Curly" or "burnt sausage" or saying I'm "scary" when... That's still the same character you love in the flashbacks. You know that, right? Sustaining a lifechanging injury isn't changing entirely who I am to the point of being scary. I'm still me. Acting like I'm entirely different people before vs after the crash is... fucking weird.

So is fetishizing disability, by the way. Romanticizing my dependance on Anya and Jimmy and thinking it's hot is... Uncomfortable. To say the least.

(This isn't directed at anyone in particular, nor is it passive aggressive to anyone on this blog.

-Curly, Mouthwashing (#🍇 🌸 🫘)

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[oceanicflyboy]

https://www.tumblr.com/oceanicflyboy/760735427975102464/httpswwwtumblrcomoceanicflyboy76072638678579

* Uva nods, taking the corpse from Hal and setting it in the center of the marble platform they’re on. *

Good choice, dear.

We all understand how hard it is to end the life of something so pure,

But through this sacrifice our lord will bring forth new life and begin to restore your strength.

* she takes their hand, wincing a bit at the pain shooting through her palm, before pulling them closer to the corpse. She takes the bowl pf blood and smears some over her uninjured hand before turning back to him. *

This will seem odd, but please don’t flinch

* with that, Uva smears a line of blood across his nose and cheeks, then across his jaw. She does the same to herself before flipping the kid’s carcass onto its back and pouring the remainder into its stomach. *

You will have to help me with the next part, love, do you need a moment first?

- 🍇

🫧;; Hal holds his breath, he looks at one of the walls, refusing to acknowledge the blood on him, they get up and follow after Uva, staring at his knife, he closes his eyes after a while. Holding their breath for awhile they let it out after it.

"..Yeah, i hope so... I don't want this to be in vain." They let Her guide them, scrunching their face at seeing Uva wince, maybe.. maybe they could patch it up for Her? Yeah that would be good they think. Hal nods, staying still as he can be. "Got it. I won't flinch."

🫧;; It feels odd to have blood like this on his face, but nothing he's not used to, he is a Green Lantern, after all. He stares at the kid(baby goat) carcass, looking away while frowning.

"No, it's.. it's fine. I can do it, the faster i do it, the more i don't have to think about it..." He says numbly, their free hand twitch, the one that caressed the kid. One hand committed harm and the other comfort.. how awful is that?

[minimumwagesoul]

hi gang