#In serious peril

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

MDZS x Brazil (1985)

(Yes. Real movie dialogue)

[turtlecleric]

Bay!Raph x Reader; heavy angst; reader in peril; lots of hurt and very little comfort, if any; to be clear, Raph is not the bad guy in this one

CWs: graphic, drawn out sexual assault/non con, kidnapping, almost torture, non con choking/breath play and filming, murder, death, gore, seriously this is dark dark dark PLEASE don’t read if these topics are even slightly upsetting to you, reader has a terrible terrible time

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They've got you tied up too well. You can't pull away, can't do anything but strain against the ropes uselessly. Your shoulders are already sore from the way your arms are secured behind your back. Your thighs are bound to your calves, so even if you did manage to pull away you wouldn’t be able to run. 

You can't stop shaking. You don't know why that fills you with so much shame.

The one behind you presses a kiss onto your shoulder. You lean away from him as far as you can, but he’s got you sitting in his lap and he’s perched on the edge of the bed, so you can’t go far without falling face first onto the dirty carpet of the motel room. Regardless, his hand curls around your jaw, tilting your head back and pulling you flush against him. He holds you there, your arms stuck between your back and his front, the back of your head pressed uncomfortably against his shoulder. Your skin crawls at the feeling of his lips against your neck, but when you squirm it only makes him hum into your skin appreciatively.

You try to remember what the guys have told you about being in this sort of situation, but… there’s only bits and pieces. Honestly, you hadn’t thought you would ever be in this sort of situation, despite their warnings. Despite Raph’s warnings.

You should’ve listened a bit more carefully. Then again, you woke up here. You don’t remember how you ended up with these guys, so… you don’t know what you could’ve done to avoid this. 

“Pretty, isn't she?” the one behind says.

“Too pretty to be a mutant's slut, that's for sure.”

Your eye is drawn to the one who responded, the tall blond that’s been rummaging around in the duffel bag on the opposite bed. It’s the first time you’ve heard him speak, and something about his voice - something you can’t put a name to - makes alarm bells sound in your head. Then he turns, and when you see what he’s holding your blood turns to ice.

A small remote. And a video camera.

The blond steps toward you, fiddling with the buttons on the remote and muttering something you can’t parse over the harsh breathing in your ear. The vibrator they've strapped to you turns on suddenly, and when you jolt and gasp the one behind you laughs, his breath hot against your neck. 

The blond towers over you, pointing the camera down at your face where it’s still held in place by the grip on your jaw. You can see the little red light that means it’s recording. “What was the freak’s name again?”

“Raphael,” the one behind says, a smile in his voice.

“That's right. Say hello to Raphael, baby. We're sending him a copy of this when we're through.”

Your eyes widen at that, and the blond huffs in amusement. He says something else, but you don’t catch any of it, too busy thinking about the fact that Raphael is going to see you naked and tied up in the arms of another man, he’s going to see whatever happens here, he’s going to see and hear and he’s going to-

The one behind you releases your jaw. He shifts you in his lap and holds your legs open, and the camera is aimed at the place between your legs. You can’t help the small “no” that slips from your mouth, the instinctual spasm of muscle as you try in vain to close your legs. 

“Don’t worry, pretty thing,” the blond says, reaching out his free hand to trail his fingers along your inner thigh. You’re still shaking. You hope it’s not visible on the camera. “We’re gonna have some fun.” 

No no no no no no no.

Your body flashes hot as your breathing picks up, as your eyes start to burn with tears. The blond makes a fake sound of sympathy before pushing two fingers inside you. The sudden, sharp pain makes you choke on an inhale, and you can’t help but whimper and squirm as he starts to pump them in and out. 

Fuck. Fuck. It hurts.

“Just like that,” he mutters. “Let him hear what we’re doing to you.” Your mind races, trying to think of something you can do. There has to be something. You can’t let them win. (Haven’t they already, though?) Maybe you can just- you can just try to minimize the impact of it all somehow. Yes, okay. You can do that. 

You press your lips together, trying to keep quiet. Trying to keep still. The blond must catch on, because he makes another sound - this one of disappointment - before he pulls his fingers out of you and stares down at you with a blank face. 

You don’t want to look at him. You don’t want to look at the camera that’s now aimed back at your face. You don’t want to look at anything in this dingy motel room, actually - so you close your eyes and try to imagine that you’re anywhere but here. There’s shuffling. Movement. You think of the last time you saw the guys. Game night. You’d won almost every time, and Leo had been so-

The clink of a belt shatters that thought. Your eyes fly back open to see the blond pull out his cock, already hard and leaking. He tilts his head at you, the corners of his lips pulling up into a smile, and aims the camera back between your legs. Your eyes grow impossibly wider and you open your mouth, but before you can speak he shoves his entire length inside of you in a quick thrust. You can’t help the scream that claws its way out of your throat - or any of the sounds that come after as he starts to pump in and out, in and out, in and out. 

You’ve never felt pain like this. Burning, sharp, raw - it hurts. Fuck, it hurts so much more than you could ever have imagined. And everything, every sensation, it’s too much. The hands palming at your chest, the lips on your neck, the constant painful drag as this stranger fucks you, the vibrator that does nothing to make any of this feel remotely good. Too much, it’s all too much. It hurts. It hurts, and you can’t stop crying, and Raphael is going to see this.

“Such a pretty little thing,” the one behind you murmurs into your neck. His breath ghosts along your skin, making you shiver with disgust; it smells of cigarettes and rot. “Bet she’s nice and tight, yeah?”

The one with the camera groans, thrusting into you faster. His voice is low and breathy when he speaks again. “If she comes on my cock that means she likes it, right? How would that feel, Raphael? Knowing that I made your little whore come for me?”

“Please,” you whimper. “Please stop.”

A hand presses over your mouth. “Shhh, it's okay, baby. We're gonna take care of you. And when we're done, the rest of the dragons will get a turn while we wait for loverboy to get his little gift.”

The words take a moment to sink in, but once they do your panic skyrockets. They're laughing, god, they're laughing while your heart threatens to beat right out of your chest, while this fucker's dick spears into you like a knife. It hurts. You can't focus. You can't think. You can't breathe.

You actually can't breathe, you realize belatedly. The one behind has your mouth and nose completely covered. Your struggling renews, more frantic this time, and again you hear laughter. Your pulse is a rapid, wild thing, and the pressure in your lungs, in your head, is all you can focus on. Your lungs are burning. Fuck, your head is going to explode. Maybe it already has, with these white dots sparkling in your vision. You keep trying to pull away, to move your head so that you can get even a tiny bit of access to air, but it's useless. Everything hurts, and they're laughing, and you can't fucking breathe. 

Are they… they're going to kill you. They're actually going to kill you, on camera, and then they're going to send the video to Raph while the rest of the Purple Dragons do whatever they want with your fucking body, and there's nothing you can do to stop it. 

You're going to die. You're going to die. You're-

The hand finally releases your face, and you gasp for air, desperately filling your lungs with blissful, sweet oxygen at last. They're still talking, but you can't make out the words. You can't. You can only focus on breathing, barely conscious of the pathetic wheezing sobs that are punching out of your chest. 

There's a rough tapping against your cheek. The one fucking you, he's talking to you now. You try to focus on what you're seeing, what you're hearing. The blond. He's talking to you. Focus. 

“-nt to breathe, baby? Huh? Alright, you get one: I'll let you breathe or I'll stop fucking you. Your choice.”

That's not a choice, you think blearily. He's just trying to get a rise out of Raph. He'll say something about how you want this, since you asked to breathe. 

Fuck that. 

You know you're going to regret this. You know. But suddenly rage swells in your chest and-

“I want you to stop fucking me, you piece of shit.” Surprise blooms across his face right before you spit in it, glaring with everything in you as he looks down at you in shock. A second passes, then his shock is replaced by fury as he wipes the spit from his cheek. 

He slaps you so hard your ears ring. The force jerks your head to the side, but then there's a hand covering your mouth and nose again. It's him, this time, and he pounds into you with renewed vigor. 

“You're getting fucked either way, princess,” he snarls. “You should've been smart and taken the out.” 

The seconds feel like hours as your lungs burn. Your torso spasms, the muscles in your arms struggling uselessly against the restraints. More laughter. More talking. He's still fucking you so hard your entire body is jolting with each thrust, but other than that you can't make sense of anything through the panic and the burning and the constant, desperate need for air. 

You're on the verge of passing out, you're sure, when they let you breathe again. Dizzy, exhausted, you beg for them to stop. Your own voice sounds garbled and strange. You don't even care what you sound like, everything fucking hurts. 

Again, his hand covers your mouth and nose. Again, you feel as if you’re dying. Again, he waits until you’re sure you’re going to die before he lets you breathe.

Pathetic, you hear, but you aren't sure if that's them or your own mind. 

Talking. He’s talking to you again. You try to focus, but you can’t. 

The hand returns.

On and on and on, again and again and again. Everything is awful, everything hurts, and sometimes you’re breathing, but most of the time there’s just the burning burning burning in your lungs, in your core, in your everything, everywhere, it’s too much and it hurts and you just want it to stop.

At some point the men switch. At some point they switch back. At some point you’re lifted, then placed onto the bed on your back. 

You can breathe, though, and that’s what matters. 

There’s more talking. Everything is blurry. Everything hurts. Too much. It’s too much. You can’t. Stop. Shaking.

Focus. Focus. 

The blond hovers over you, thrusting lazily into you. Where is…? You let your head fall to the side and see him. The other one. He’s sitting on the opposite bed, now in charge of filming, apparently. A hand grips your jaw, turning your face back toward the one hovering over you. “You keep your eyes on me, slut,” he says in a low voice. “Keep your eyes on me and I’ll let you breathe this time, okay?”

You don’t get a chance to respond.

Several things happen at once. First, there’s a loud BANG, accompanied by more light spilling into the room. Next, you see a weapon lodge itself directly into the neck of the man above you with a disgusting, wet sound. You have just enough time to recognize the weapon as a sai before the blond releases your jaw, reaching for his own neck. His hands hover in the air, unsure. It’s as he’s staring into your eyes - his face growing redder by the second, his torso spasming, guttural, wheezing sounds coming from his throat - that you realize the irony.

He can’t breathe.

More sound to your left. There’s a blur of movement that you can’t make sense of. You can’t tell what’s happening - and then suddenly the blond is gone. You don’t even know where he went, but he isn’t on top of you anymore. He isn’t inside of you anymore. There’s a series of thuds. Grunts. Visceral crunches and the sound of splatters and- you don’t know, you don’t know, you can’t tell what’s happening.

“Raph, enough!”

Raph. Raph is here. And Leo, too, that’s who said that. You try to look around, but you… can’t. You can’t get your muscles to cooperate. You can only let your head fall to the side, and you see the man’s body sprawled on the opposite bed. Not the blond, the other one. His… his head. It’s gone. Blood is spraying out of his neck in spurts, soaking into the sheets of the bed, and you don’t know why, you don’t know why, but you feel like you can’t breathe again. 

You close your eyes, but it does nothing to erase the sight of the decapitated man. He’s still got the camera in his hand. 

There’s more talking. This time, though… it’s familiar. Arguing, sure, and pretty much yelling rather than talking, but still. The sound of it helps you to breathe a little slower. 

Someone says your name. Soft, and sad, and quiet. You open your eyes to see Donnie’s face, his eyes wide and worried. What is he worried about? Maybe you can help.

Oh. Right. 

What’s wrong with you?

You try to smile at him, but his expression twists into something that makes your smile drop. You feel more than see him releasing you from the restraints. The relief in your sore muscles is overwhelming, but… you’re feeling a bit strange, actually. “Donnie,” you whisper. “What’s wrong with me?”

He responds, but you… aren’t sure what he said. You can’t keep your eyes open. That’s odd, right? Maybe you should be… more worried about that. 

“Where’s Raph?” you ask. 

You don’t know what the words are, but you hear Raph’s response. He’s here. He’s here, and… it’s going to be okay now. It’s going to be okay now. Right?

“Yeah, shorty,” someone says. Not someone. Raph. Wait, Raph is here? He sounds… devastated. What’s going on? “It’s gonna be okay. I’ve got you.”

[rinbylin]

江湖风波恶 楼里莲花清 (the outside world of jianghu is perilous and it is pure as the lotus within this tower)

lotus tower is his body

(never beating the i'm thinking about lhl with reference to nezha 1979 allegations)

anyway.

[turtlespancake]

me when i write a character who is prone to dooming themself and then they run off and doom themself. core traits are stubbornness and a willingness to disregard their own humanity gET BACK HERE IM NOT DONE WITH YOU

[deez-nuts-sixty-nine]

I feel like the amount of water contained in my hair after I wash it could sustain a small desert town for 3-5 days.

[of-naboo]

A paragraph above about the intense battle occurring on Naboo... meanwhile,

Anakin Skywalker liked flying.

Back to an intense battle from the other characters' perspective and then...

Anakin Skywalker really liked flying.

Star Wars Queen's Peril, E.K Johnston

[ragsy]

Hardest tabletop GM decision I've had to make in a long time: what costumes do my NPCs wear for the Halloween themed session we're doing next

[diredeliverance]

I don't really love how the sketch turned out but hey. Celebrating on the night one way or another. Yayyy he's dead. Kas looks like a fun little pirate in this fit, it's good for dressup

[alternis]

looking up case law for presumption of death in new Jersey to make sure my daydreams are legally accurate

[smallhatlogan]

Okay maybe it's just that you lack the language and media background to understand what you like about Xena and just think "goofy fight scenes=bad" but I see someone call Xena "so bad it's good" and assume they must be soooo boring. like, sorry, you're just not fun enough to get it. It is genuinely good, just in a way that you can't comprehend.

[hippolotamus]

Knocked out the formalized outline for you’re where I wanna go this morning. Gonna see if I can do the same for with my heart in my lap and come close (let me be home) this evening. Wish me luck friends.

[icharchivist]

I don't play Gbf so what did Ferdinand do to deserve your hate?

i'll put the details under the cut but i think the cw will be probably telling enough.

Also remember gbf is a +18 game so when it tackles really heavy stuff, it's, really heavy, and detailed.

cw: child grooming, cannibalism, forced cannibalism, extreme child abuse, torture, manipulation.

honestly do i really need to go into details when you have this list.

and for the record, this is him:

I wish him the most painful of deaths.

He's the antagonist of the event called Marionette Stars, which centers characters who have been chosen by formidable weapons sent by the stars themselves, all associated to Western Zodiac Constellation. (the weapons are called "Vintage weapons" or "Horoscope")

Ferdinand's main motivation is to trigger series of events that would unlock the potential of all of the "chosen ones".

He first appears in Tikoh's story.

Tikoh was chosen by a healing staff that could allow her to heal stuff that couldn't be normally healed. After coming to her on the brick of death to test how well she could heal him, Ferdinand went to Tikoh's best friend's house, a young girl called Shannon. (young as in like, she must be 11 or something.)

He murdered Shannon's father in front of her, then, started going on about "being her new dad", and "and i already brought a well made dinner for you :)" before forcing Shannon and her mother to *eat the fresh corpse of the father*. You're privy to the whole scene in details, as he forces her to eat every single bit while forcing her to call him "father", making all sort of mentions about how they're really "taking the new dad *in* the family" and stuff like that. It's horrifying to read.

When Tikoh comes to visit Shannon later, and Ferdinand pretends to be the dad while both Shannon and her mom sounds hollow, she realizes something is wrong, and when the mother cries for help, Ferdinand decapitates her before stabbing Shannon who's screaming her lungs out.

Tikoh panics, Ferdinand sets the village on fire, tells her full blown that it's all thanks to her for having saved his life, and then he leaves. Tikoh tries to save Shannon's life but can't restore her body, so she tests the limit of her staff by linking Shannon's soul to her own, which forces her to relive all of the memories Shannon just had of the cannibalism.

Tikoh, and Shannon inside of her, have since been on a path of revenge against Ferdinand, unaware Ferdinand set everything into motion for them to fit the fate of their star sign, which is: Gemini, two souls in one.

When he will meet Tikoh later, he will constantly calls her Shannon and tell her "you've come to see your daddy didn't you <333" over and over again.

But it's not the only child Ferdinand ruined the life of.

Another child who also was chosen by a weapon was groomed by Ferdinand.

His name is Ragazzo. When he was a kid, his parents would constantly beat the shit out of him, to the brink of death, with the mom always healing Ragazzo just in time so his father could start beating him up again. We learn that it's because Ragazzo was not doing well in school and since his parents were noble folks, they thought he brought shame upon them, which is why they beat him up, over and over and over again.

Trying desperately to be loved by his parents, Ragazzo, then aged, what, 10?, got wind of a pair of magical fire fists, that he stole from his school in order to have better grades in magic.

when his parents learnt of the theft, they beat the shit out of him again so much so that it brought him near death, which led to Ragazzo snapping and starting a fire, which killed them both. Ferdinand appeared at this instant and hugged Ragazzo, telling him that his parents truly didn't understand him, and that *he* was proud of him, and would be here for him anytime.

being loved for once in his life, Ragazzo devoted his whole life to Ferdinand, desperate for the love of a father, even if it means committing all sort of crimes for him.

The twist? is that Ferdinand had infiltrated the school board and specifically sabotaged Ragazzo's grades, so they don't reflect actually his talents or anything, and then he went to talk to Ragazzo's parents and talked them into beating Ragazzo up. He's the reason Ragazzo's life was hell, because he set everything into motion so Ragazzo not only would snap, but would have such an undying devotion to him.

When we meet Ragazzo (now about 18), he's fully devoted to Ferdinand, committing murders for him if needed, and ends up genuinely shocked when two members of our crew, Feather and Randall, do actually try to bond with him and understand him. Feather in particular has this whole... ethos about how if he fights someone he can know what's in their hearts, and it's why he believes there's good in Ragazzo's heart.

Feather and Randall also respectively gets chosen by Horoscope weapons during this whole arc, and because of that, while Ragazzo is fighting to protect Ferdinand's castle, Ragazzo pushes himself to the limit and merges completely with his fire fists. The fists are no longer weapons, but part of his arms.

But because of the resonance between their weapons, Feather and Randall gets to see Ragazzo's memories and, after all three of them are exhausted from the fight, unable to move, they talk together and Ragazzo reflects about how those two are trying to connect with him.

It's when they're all unable to move that Ferdinand comes back into the room, and Ragazzo tries to justify himself, that he did everything he could, and Ferdinand hushes him, tells him he knows, that he's *so proud of him* and he did exactly what Ferdinand wanted of him.

Ie: merging with the weapon. Which is where Ferdinand reveals to Ragazzo that he was the one who set everything in motion. Before *cutting Ragazzo's arms in order to take the weapon back with him now that Ragazzo had awakened it*, while no one can move to stop him.

That's the moment the rest of our group, which included Tikoh, enters the room, and of course Tikoh is taken with rage and tries to kill Ferdinand. That's when Ferdinand starts to refer to her as Shannon and about how she must be sooo happy to see daddy again.

Before mentioning that Ragazzo's situation right now is going to kill him, and only Tikoh's healing powers can save him, so now Tikoh has a choice. Continuing her revenge and try to chase down Ferdinand to kill him, or save Ragazzo's life. "but i know my little Shannon. I know you cannot hurt people." as he says.

It's filled with rage that Tikoh has to accept that he's right, as she runs to save Ragazzo's life instead while Ferdinand is allowed to escape.

The story ends currently with Ragazzo being in a coma with us, while Feather and Randall are beating themselves up for how they couldn't protect him, while Tikoh is furious that her revenge escaped her.

We then learn that Ferdinand has an entire organization backing him up, which includes him having been keeping an eye on all of the possible chosen in order to trigger them and their powers in different level, including others members of our crew in general.

And he has multiple children who were picked by the weapons in his army, one of which who joined our crew to spy on us and betray us but ended up caring for us so much that now she's thinking about switching sides, and we learnt that her whole trauma that drove her into Ferdinand's arms to start with was also completely set up by the organization as well. (as a result she grew up with Ragazzo though so at least she's relieved at the possibility that both her and Ragazzo could have anothr chance away from Ferdinand). But none of those kids have stories as traumatic as Ragazzo and Tikoh.

And like i said. gbf is a +18 game. You see every single detail. It's not just "slightly mentioned", you WILL sit through the scenes of abuses and horrors with all the sounds effect that comes with it.

So personally i am hunting him down for sports. Out of all the antagonists gbf ever made, this is the one that unleashed such a massive amount of rage inside of me.

the Marionette Stars saga just really started last year, so we're doomed to see more of Ferdinand in the future.

I sure wish him the most painful of death.

The more you know!!!

[carlos-in-glasses]

💀💀💀💀💀

I KNOW RIGHT?!!!

[sweettoothselfships]

i have a question. seeing a lot of ppl ship with william aft.on now that the new movie’s out. or michael i can’t remember. which ever one’s Sp.ringtrap . anyway. my question is. Did the sort of informal agreed-upon ethical Guidelines of selfship tumblr Change in the past couple of years? cuz i seem to remember the community homogeneously coming together to banish someone for shipping with the child murderer from jojo. i get that fnaf is a big nostalgia source for some people and i can see why it would get some exceptions. i’m not offering my ethical opinions in this matter i’m just bothered when people don’t behave in a consistent manner. why is purple guy seemingly ok someone explain. also i haven’t seen the movie so maybe they changed that shit i don’t know it seems unlikely but i’m really not deeply into the lore so. idk i’ve been reserving judgment

/not prosh.ippers im not asking for you guys’ opinion

[louisdotmp3]

i'll be honest i'm sooo sick of seeing barbie thinkpieces before barbie even premieres

[starblaster]

please remember that you don’t need to have a reaction to everything right away, especially economic/socio-politics and the news. it's important to practice media literacy, take time to process information. exercise critical thinking, remember that even so-called "credible" news outlets are often mouthpieces of the state, and of the wealthy. dig deeper than headlines, look at sources, ask yourself what claims are being made, and who stands to benefit if those claims are true (because plenty of people in positions of power love to outright lie about oppressed groups... remember that)