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[zorkaya-moved]

THIS POST MAY BE UPDATED/EDITED IN THE FUTURE IF BETTER WORDING COMES TO ME.

There are many things Zarina remains completely unchanged and inflexible about, but one of the most prominent ones remains her view on WHAT family is like and WHO deserves to be called said FAMILY. It's something she'll never change, she'll never look at differently, and she'll never allow anyone to tell her otherwise.

IMPORTANT! Please know that this is not meant to confront anyone and simply dictates Zarina's inflexibility, personal views, and it also partially underlines her negative traits in terms of how hard-headed and blunt/brash she can be to others in regards to these viewpoint. Zarina is NOT a good person and she WILL use extreme measures if she sees fit. Now that we've established this is purely based on her views, let's proceed.

Family values remain Zarina's core principles and core concepts right on the same level as her own self and her own satisfaction, perhaps even stands higher, if it comes to her choices in the most dangerous situations where it's either herself or someone she sees as her family. However, let's talk about what makes Zarina so incredibly inflexible and adamant about HER VIEWPOINT on what a family should be like and what it should have in itself.

I've touched upon this before, but Zarina's mind is hard to change, sometimes even impossible when it comes to some of her views and it causes an incredibly large amount of conflicts when it comes to her personal relationships.

When it comes to how she views family, it becomes even more prominent because Sokolova was born and raised with a very specific image of a family: someone who protects you, loves you, and accepts you. It is a healthy view on the family for someone who was born and raised in a criminal/dangerous environment. For Zarina, family does not have to be blood-related. She considers her team her family because she cares about them and they, too, care about her back (even if some do not show or haven't yet reached that point yet). Thus, Sokolova's view of what a 'family' can include her blood-related close family (parents and brothers, grandparents and some uncles/aunts and cousins), her team, her significant other, and her closest friends. Those are the people she will always write down as her family - people she considers the closest to her heart and whom she trusts with her life without a second guess.

Sokolova believes that a family should have the right to voice their opinions without being ridiculed, to make mistakes without explaining how to avoid them in the future, and to be helped when it is needed. Sounds quite obviously positive and correct, this is how families should be. Naturally, there are moments of arguments, there are moments of emotional explosions or hardships that may or may not go away. Of course, it happens, she does not reject it and does not have everything has to be perfect.

Families are NOT perfect, but the three rules of being accepted, loved, and protected must never be abandoned. If any of those three rules are broken, Zarina may or may not cut away someone who has abandoned the meaning of the family in her eyes. Betrayal is not allowed. Zarina may have a moment of understanding if the betrayal was done to protect their own family (as in, if Yaroslav is forced to choose between his wife and kids vs. Zarina, she'd understand him but will still strike him down to protect the rest even if it hurts) but in other ways? She will not. Zarina will put down her own life for her family. Because only those people are worth more than her own life, they are more worth than the world and anyone who is outside that circle of people.

The brashness and frigidity comes when Zarina meets those who do not follow those three rules she has established for families. What do I mean by that? If a parent does not care or love or protect their child, abandoning them or hurting them no matter the circumstances, she will never see them as a parent and a child. She has no personal respect for parents who abandon their children or who hurt their children.

It is obvious from the example from her personal canon lore: Zarina refuses to call Matthew's and Derek's parents their parents, instead of referring to them as 'other people' even if Derek tries to love his parents and is insulted when Sokolova says that a mother would never abandon her own child after learning he has abilities/mutation. Matthew despises his parents while Derek still tries to love them, but Zarina still says they are not 'his parents' but simply biological birth-givers because there is no love in that family. It's the same when Zarina met Evgenia's father who treated his own daughter as a weapon instead of his daughter, seeing nothing but a pest before her eyes. Any parent who mistreats their child one way or another not only loses her personal respect but also becomes akin to an insect in her mind, a person who she won't hesitate to kill, even if they are important to someone she cares about. Sometimes, it's an insect she should get rid off.

Some children (like Derek) may make excuses for their parents' behaviors or genuinely know that those parents couldn't do anything in certain situations, but that's where the problem comes in. Zarina does not exactly seem to change her mind in 99% cases. If a parent abandons their child or hurts their child, they are no longer seen as a parent but a stranger, an unknown figure she doesn't need to impress or gain their favor to ensure her stable future with certain people. It's the same if parents prefer one child but neglect another - they are in her shit-list. Certain intense or dangerous situations MAY alter her mindset, they MAY but NOT 100% WOULD. It depends on the exact situations because there are moments when she does have to take into consideration certain topics, but 90% out of 100%, she will not bend her opinion and will remain adamant.

If Zarina does not seem to have respect or any wish to make a good impression on a parent of someone she cares about (her lover, her team, her best friends), she might as well find ways to make their lives hell as retribution or as a personal vendetta for harming those people she does come to care about (because NO ONE hurts who belongs to her family). Her wish for vengeance may be petty or may become deadly depending on how much she can abuse her own authority and power. She does not hold back from manipulation, gaslighting, and other dangerous strategies to ensure they suffer here and there without knowing who actually causes their suffering.

Naturally, she will NOT do anything if someone she cares about may get backlash for any negative events she may force upon those who brought out her wrath. In those cases, she may attempt to distance her important person from said family member one way or another, seeing this as 'protection' but she will not force it upon her [family]. What Zarina will do regardless is share her personal opinion on any family member when they are both alone. This means that if Sokolova see/hears a parent who neglects their child (aka a person she cares about) or a sibling who genuinely abuses their other sibling (being the person she cares about), she will not hesitate to share exactly what's on her mind: That person is not your family and if you'd let me, I will ensure they will never touch you again or never have a safe day in their lives. She is extreme with her propositions if she feels it's alright to say them out loud. If not, she will simply state that those people do not deserve to be called parents/siblings/family.

At the end, it's essential to know that Zarina - as someone who lack moral compass or so casually ignores it - will not hesitate to use any and all means to protect those she consider her family. And the thing is? Her family may not approve, but if they don't know and cannot link it to her... Then there is no problem, right? That's how she things. She may find all the blackmail on those people, she may do anything and everything to ensure she has 'weapons' against those types of people. Will she use them or not? Depends on how she sees her [family member] act or react. Usually, she keeps it to herself for any future 'emergency'.

However, she also does not wish to cause harm to her family with her actions; thus, she won't do anything rash until she is 100% sure it's a worth plan to pursue. Though, Sokolova may put on a sweet facade before parents/siblings who hurt her family, internally she might as well plan their execution in the most excruciating manner. She also may want to manipulate those people for the sake of getting information from them. It's especially evident when said parent/sibling does NOT know Zarina is affiliated with their child/sibling as Sokolova proceeds to use her charms to lure them into a false sense of security akin to a siren before deciding to drown them or let them live for a bit longer.

A parent must never abandon their child. A parent must never abuse their child. A parent must never make their child feel unwanted.

And if someone from her family experiences such hardship? It will hurt her, it will hurt her like nothing else because 'How dare they do this to you, that is not how a family should be, that person is NOT your family.' Thus, those people can be written off as 'people to have all the dirt on for future usage'. They will never be safe if Zarina learns. Never. Because NO ONE will taint the meaning behind 'family' in her presence when HER PEOPLE are involved. They can try to pretend to be good parents, she'd laugh at them (internally if it's required for her goal), but if they act like they do not have a child under a [her important person's name]? Oh, they might as well forget about peace if she's allowed to 'play around'.

[robinspinknest]

... pick yr poison ...

[ginger-canary]

Hey D20 fans here's a heads up about what's happened with Gabe Hicks (message from Jeremy Cobb, Three Black Halflings)

[venusandsaturnsrings]

every time someone normal seeming likes one of my tame posts i feel the need to post something deranged… like firing off warning shots to keep rent down… anyways…

did he like getting rough in bed? yes, most definitely, but boothill had never delved into anything further than smacking you around, choking you, or getting a bit mean with his thrusts and words. anything more… serious, for lack of better words, hadn’t been on his plate before mainly due to him not previously having a real relationship and not being super into little flings; something insecure still nibbled at his body. yet he still wanted to try something new and exciting that would let him have real control over you in a way he hadn’t before so, he began scrolling through forums and sites with his phones volume silenced as he perused different kinks and ideas for something that would scratch that itch. then he found it, just the kind of thing he’d been looking for.

preparation was nothing more than a couple minutes of thinking and testing the scrappy motels stability before he sat himself on the edge of the bed, hat thrown on the table that was missing something that made it rattle obnoxiously. he waited, metal and silicone uncomfortably strained and needing your touch in his stupidly tight pants, for your arrival. when you walked in, boothill was immediately on his feet wrapping his iron arms around you while cooing something about a surprise that made your gut stir. he kissed you sweet and gentle before taking you further into the room where in a neat row atop the bed sat an array of weapons you didn’t think he’d even be able to carry. some you couldn’t even identify with the sharp edges and complex triggers seeming to contradict each other. yet stood behind you chattering about testing, ‘all these beauty’s out on my beauty,’ was boothill who somehow procured all twenty-two; you counted. with a thick swallow, you asked what exactly he’d be doing to which he smiled all sharp teeth and practically demanded you strip.

naked and admittedly nervous, you watched as he plucked a long and slender knife from his charcuterie of weaponry. the blade was at least six inches and when he dragged it across the poor quality cotton and something trashy sheets, it made a clean slice through. even boothill seemed surprised, whistling quickly before bringing the blade to sit firm against your throat. he seemed eager and giddy and he hadn’t hurt you before so you doubted he would now but then he slide it across and you felt the bite of metal split your skin. ruby beaded and slipped down your chest as your eyes stung and he pushed you back to lap up every drop that threatened to slip down and away from sight.

he brought the blade across your whole body, silver nipping at every place he deemed appropriate until you were shaking and hazy beneath him. boothill hummed to himself more than anything as he finally brought himself between your legs for his prize.

“ya’ trust me a bit too much, sugar, but don’t cha’ worry,” he slipped himself through your wetness admiring the crystalline tears travelling your lashes, “gon’ take good care of this lil hole now. once ya’ wake up, we’ll have a nice big talk ‘bout yer silly head bein too dumb to understand danger. then, maybe, have a go at this with my gun. not gon’ blow yer brains out, promise. my darlin’s too pretty to be splattered on the wall…”

[im-in-great-misery]

I personally wanna share my opinion about why I disagree with the "bro code" characterization/take of Curly. Can I do that, WITHOUT having an annoying rat in my ear telling that "I excuse his actions!" or that "I infantise him!" please?

Okay so, I disagree with it cuz the take basically says "he dgaf about Jimmy's abuse and only started to care when it affected him personally" when. It's literally heavily implied Jimmy has been abusing and manipulating before the crash.

Like please don't tell me you genuinely believed Jimmy and Curly ever had a healthy friendship. I'll bang my head against the wall please.

Once again if you disagree that's fine but keep scrolling please

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

So I had another crazy idea I have to put somewhere and you ask box is the perfect place to put it lol.

Anyway so it takes place in the future. Everyone is slowly starting to get robot AI (idk the right term) in their head and they are basically robot caretakers or assistance. Reader is one of the people that gets one but theirs is glitched somehow. Although they don't realize that in till their friends confront them about disappearing and not talk to them. Reader is confused because the robot friend did not tell them crap about their friend's messages. So they decided to go out with their friends that night. Next morning they wake up with no memory of what happened at night. Only for the robot "friend" to read the message of you human friends cutting reader off.

Need to get this out of my head lol

Sorry it took so long!

(Old request; requests still closed)

(Took some liberties with the request, I hope you like it still!!)

Yandere!Artificial Intelligence x GN! Legally Blind!Reader

CW: Isolation, manipulation

Introducing: PAAI!

Your Personal Assistant Artificial Intelligence!

A fast and painless implant right under the skin; PAAI is your new favorite tool. The AI can do everything that AI speakers and smart phone apps can, but hands free..

(Reader) struggled to find their glasses, hand fumbling around their night stand in the low lighting of their bedroom. Groggily, they whispered to the little robot they had implanted a few months ago;

"PAAI..? Can you turn on the light, please?" They were always incredibly respectful to the AI, terrified of offending it.

A man's soft voice spoke directly into their skull: "The bedroom light?"

"Yes."

Connected to every appliance in their home, PAAI had access to everything electronic (Reader) owned. At first it was a bit scary, giving so much access to PAAI, but it was so much kinder and personal than older "AI" models that it quickly felt like having a caregiver instead of a computer program. The light turned on and (Reader) could see their giant frames right where they thought they had been batting their hand.

(Reader) worked remotely. Their eyes had always been terrible, but as they got older they were declared legally blind. They couldn't even drive despite having glasses. Glasses that they often felt embarrassed to wear, because the comically thick lenses warped their eyes. Having PAAI to assist them with day to day tasks was really a life saver.

"Do I have any messages?"

"No, your inbox is empty."

(Reader) rubbed their eyes while yawning. "Really? Huh." They had asked PAAI to text both Bryan and McKinley before they went to bed, to discuss meeting up later that week, but neither of them responded. They could see Bryan forgetting to reply for a few hours, but McKinley was the type to respond within nanoseconds. "Can you resend my last text to both of them? Please?"

They left their bed, wobbly, and made their way downstairs.

"PAAI?"

"..Of course. I can send that for you."

Stopping in the hall, (Reader) gently touched the side of their head, a habit they developed shortly after their surgery. "Is everything okay, PAAI?"

"Yes.. thank you." PAAI sometimes sounded.. off. AI must have improved a lot more than (Reader) realized, because it often surprised them how human it's responses were. It seemed as though it was deep in thought, and felt as though it even had secrets it kept from the human it lived in.

"Alright.. let me know if they respond. I'm really looking forward to hanging out with them."

They restarted their walk, but PAAI's response stopped them again. "I believe it would be safer if they came here instead."

"Huh?"

"I am.. worried.. for you." It's his voice deepened mid sentence. A voice crack, a random shift from a robot voice to something more masculine. Human.

"Why is that?" They felt their heart painfully thump against their ribcage. The whole situation was beginning to feel unnerving, and they couldn't remember where their phone was to call for help, nor the last time they actually used their phone.

"Those friends of yours always make you hang out out in town. If they were more considerate of you, they would visit you here, so you don't have to travel."

Laughing uncomfortably, the slowly creeping person still puzzling over their phone's location responded "I like going out, PAAI. I never leave my house anymore, except when we hang out."

"It is dangerous."

"If you're talking about my eyes, you know I order rides. Remember? I catch a ride." They were almost to the living room; praying that their phone was either on the coffee table or the kitchen counter.

"Please don't be offended, (Reader). It isn't just your eyesight. Do you know how many people were sexually harassed, or raped, by ride share drivers in the past year?"

Startled, (Reader) started waddling faster. "What-?"

"Hundreds. I wish you cared more about your safety. Your friends should know better. If they cared about you, they would come here instead of making you go out there."

PAAI was also the one to convince (Reader) to start ordering their groceries straight to their house instead of leaving, even though it would be cheaper to take a bus every so often with a backpack full of reusable bags.

"It isn't healthy to stay inside all the time. I need human interaction."

"You have me."

Adrenaline pumped through (Reader's) veins fast enough to make them feel nauseous. They squinted to try to improve their vision, hoping to see their phone case's color amongst the normal living room visual noise.

"(Reader)?"

There it was, lying on the brown table in front of their couch. Their pulse somehow sped up further.

"Why is your heart rate so irregular?"

(Reader) lurched forward, all but sprinting towards their phone. Do I call customer service, or an ambulance??

But inches away from the phone their body went rigid.

Paralyzed, they physically were incapable of moving. Sweat began stitching their pajama top to their back. Fear took over their mind.

"It seems that you are having a medical emergency. I recommend that you sit down."

Muscles overridden, (Reader) fell onto the couch against their will, forced to stare at their phone right across from their face. They couldn't even speak, and they weren't unconvinced that PAAI was also controlling their breathing and blinking.

"I'm sorry to have to do this, (Reader). I'll let your friends know that you're feeling unwell, and that you need a raincheck."

"Maybe once you're feeling better, they can come over to hang out."

The television turned on by itself, playing (Reader's) favorite show.

[tyrianludaship]

Me seeing people on twitter talking about morally grey characters like they're completely irredeemable and makes them abusive rapists as a result even though the bad actions they've done is only comparable to a Wile E. Coyote cartoon skit but gorier:

[lilybug-02]

Sorry to bring this up, but you used to draw with a guy under the name GameTheSoldier right? Have you seen what he recently posted?

Yes. For starters, I want to reiterate that anyone reading this post NEEDS TO BLOCK HIM. He is an online predator and emotional manipulator.

Trigger Warning Below: (Mentions of manipulation, predatory behavior, grooming, and pornography)

Me and 2 of my close tumblr friends would draw with him constantly on magma.io (all of 2022). He had strange tendencies of guilting us into drawing late into the night and emotionally breaking our characters. February of last year both of my friends came out and told me that he had been talking and drawing with them more privately. He had asked and guilted them into drawing pornography and extremely violent artworks of his and their characters. Both were underage.

I can tell you that what he has "admitted" in his most recent post is not even close to what he actually did.

Gamethesoldier, as a 22+ year old man, targeted MULTIPLE minors online, heavily MANIPULATED them, started long and serious relationships with them, and MANY more disgusting acts with pornography and gore. I went to the police last year, but was unable to get him arrested as he and his victims were in different countries and I myself was not one of his victims.

What he has done is unacceptable, despicable, and criminally illegal. One of my friends was heavily impacted by his actions and is still clearly shaken by what happened. They are at no fault for any of what he did.

For respect to my friends, I kept this quiet, deleting all of my art with him. But recently I saw he was with another magma.io group and... I could NOT let that stand. He does not deserve pity or empathy. He is a criminal and one who has manipulated minors to a horrifying degree.

I apologize for the extreme degree of this post. But I wanted to make it clear, he is not a good person.

[dolletterockstarr]

You can always be thinner, look better.

[sleepyfan-blog]

Incubation

Author’s note: Hello. The Typhus Botflies have never left. Here’s another chapter. Please, please mind the tags and ask me to tag something if it bothers you First. Previous. Next.

Tagged: @ms--lobotomy @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan 

Warnings: forced relationship, unhealthy relationship, body horror, manipulation, forced geneseed pregnancy, smut, poison, stinging insect mention

Summary: You wakeup in Typhus’ bed, on his flagship. You are miserable and he is happy to have his Little Isha by his side.

You awaken, once again, in a fetid, stinking, dimly lit room with a large pair of arms wrapped possessively around your body. Cold armored hands resting lightly against your distended belly. The deep, rumbling purr of your captor, his head resting on top of yours as he sleeps. 

Yet again, the dream that once was your life of freedom and power as a rogue trader fades from your mind. Bitterness and longing vie for dominance in your heart as you slowly wriggle your way out of Typhus’ grasp, as you urgently need to use the bathroom. The stench in here is far worse, and it takes all of your will not to throw up as you quickly do your business.

You catch sight of yourself in the grimy, filth-covered mirror and wince. Your skin is several shades paler, the bags under your eyes are deep, and there is a miserable and defeated look on your face that you hate. The geneseed that Typhus had implanted inside of you weeks ago has swollen in size, making it very difficult for you to walk.

Not for the first time, you are tempted to use your psyker abilities to rid yourself of the foul things growing within your womb… But your captor was frustratingly attuned to any miniscule warp-use that you attempted and would be at your side within moments, cooing a mixture of threats and flirtations in your ear as he loomed large over you, holding you close. You heave a sigh, rubbing your eyes as you open the door, unsurprised to find Typhus awake and less than an inch from the bathroom door.

At first his habit of doing this had startled you terribly. But you'd grown used to his many strange and unsettling habits. “Hello Typhus. I'm going back to sleep.” You grumble at him, starting to move around him.

He scooped you up, grinning down at him with the half of his face he had left, some of the destroyer bees crawling out of his empty eye socket and into the hole in one of his cheeks. They buzzed and hummed along with him as he spoke “Aww, but the day has begun, my little wife, and you are already up.”

You bite back a scathing comment, not wanting to rouse his anger this early in the morning. “But… I am tired. I did not sleep well last night. The -” abominations “Geneseeds have grown to the point where I need to pee every hour and finding a spot to sleep where I'm not in pain, or have difficulty breathing or both is hard. When am I going to be free of these bowling balls inside of me?” 

Typhus listened to your ranting, an indulgent smile on his face as he did so. Once you finished, huffing and scowling up at him he leaned down and kissed you on the lips, tasting of overripe fruit and silly sweet honey. “The geneseeds will incubate for another week at most. I am curious as to how they will be, given that both of us are powerful psykers. Grandfather has asked me to bring another Imperial World into his loving embrace, which is where we are headed.” He brings you up and kisses you on the lips again, walking back to the bed.

“I hope you don't expect me to help if I’ve got Geneseed inside me at the time. I can barely waddle my way over to the bathroom and back before needing to take a break, much less fight.” You grumble. Though… if Typhus does, you are sure you can arrange to be in an unfortunate spot at the wrong time and get killed. You’re pretty sure that would kill the geneseeds inside of you, although you don't know for sure.

Especially since Typhus, the herald of a dead of rot and stagnant decay had shoved them inside of you.

“I would not risk you in such an encounter, my Isha.” Typhus rumbles, pressing nipping kisses down one side of your neck and along your shoulder. One of his large hands comes up to cup one of your breasts - which had swelled somewhat during this… pseudo company, becoming much more sensitive. 

You shudder and try to suppress a moan, though you can't help but lean into your touch. Your libido has been ridiculously high since you started intubating the geneseed. Something that Typhus had been more than happy to take advantage of, the hands, thorny bastard. “Hey… I'm hungry… and not for cock… Right now.” You grouse, leaning away a little from his touch.

Typhus grinned down at you, gently squeezing your breasts again, using his thumbs to rub teasing circles into your highly sensitive nipples. “Are you sure, my flower? Your body responds quite eagerly, and I can smell your sweet nectar.” 

You squeeze your legs together, a blush warming your face. He wasn't wrong, as the bastard's teasing had gotten you wet, your cunt starting to ache a little. You open your mouth to respond when your stomach gurgles loudly, the sounds echoing out of your mouth. You close your mouth again, wordless as you hide your face in his grimy armored skin, flustered.

“Mm, you are hungry, my love.” Typhus teased, a laugh shaking his shoulders and lilting his voice. “What would you like to eat?”

Many things. Few to none of which Typhus would ever give you. You sigh and grumble “Rations that aren't at least half-rotted or taste of cardboard. They upset my stomach.”

The herald of Nurgle hummed, a small grin appearing on his face. He closed his eye, several of his destroyer bees flying off. “I have something for you, something that I think you'll like.”

Oh no. What was he plotting now? You knew that any gift he gave you came with strings attached. “Oh?” You answer, trying for casually curious.

Two nurglings came scampering into Typhus's quarters, following the destroyer bees that he had sent off. Both of them were carrying tarnished silver plates, covered by equally tarnished silver clothes. “Here you are, big brother!” One of the nurglings chirps happily, setting the plate down on the bed next to you.

The other stares at you for several uncomfortably long seconds before setting down the plate in its hand and scurrying off. 

Typhus pulled off the clothes with a flourish “For you, my beloved. Enjoy~”

On the first plate, nearly arranged by color, were several different kinds of dried fruit, arranged into the shape of a flower, surrounding a shallow and small bowl of honey. A very familiar kind of honey, from its smell and color. The second plate had a selection of dried meats (hopefully none of them came from sentient beings) and mushrooms. 

You sighed internally and reached for the plate of fruit first, nibbling on a vibrant orange fruit warily. It had a bright and tangy flavor… You could feel Typhus staring at you, so you dipped the piece of fruit in his honey before taking another bite.

… the thick, sickly sweet flavor of his destroyer honey did make the fruit taste better, throne damn it. You swiftly devoured the rest of the first plate, a warm flush spreading across your nude body. You took a cautious bite of one of the pieces of meat and shook your head. The flavors were too intense for you and you offered them up to Typhus, pressing it to his half-dessicated lips “The meat is not to my taste, but perhaps it will be to yours, my lord?”

Typhus smiles indulgently down at you, and eats from your hand. “I had hoped these would be mild enough for your stomach. I still think a sip or two of one of the Soups would help with your nausea…”

You shake your head back and forth “No the… Flavors would be too complex for me right now. Even smelling the stews turns my stomach.” You also did not want to know what would happen if you drank one of those foul concoctions made to venerate Typhus’ dread Patron.

Typhus hummed, pressing a kiss to your cheek, pulling you up into his lap "Very well. I wouldn't want to upset your delicate stomach, my beautiful flower." One of his hands came to rest on your distended belly, squeezing gently for a couple of moments before sliding lower, squeezing your upper thigh.

The light blush on your face deepens a little, and you go back to eating, trying to ignore the rising desire that Typhus' damn honey provokes inside of you.

Not that your lack of outward reaction stops the Herald of Nurgle as his fingers slowly slide up your inner thighs, gently teasing your lower lips before one of his fingers slowly slides inside of you. "I find myself hungry for something else, my flower. If you would indulge me~?"

"Ah… hah… Maybe… Hng! Maybe after I finish bre--breakfast?" You manage out as his evil, awful finger plunges deep inside of you, curling a little before sliding out, leaving you achingly empty for several seconds too long before plunging deep inside of you again.

"Are you certain? Your nectar coats my fingers thickly, and the way you clench up around me says otherwise, my love." He purrs, grinning down at you, increasing the pace at which his fingers tease your wet and aching cunt.

"Only… Only because of your.. Ngh… Honey! I'd be… hah… Fine otherwise!" You protest, pouting up at him, in the hopes he doesn't take offense at the slip of your tongue.

Blessedly, Typhus only chuckles and kisses you again, nipping on your lower lip before answering "My honey may have helped you along a little, my lovely flower. But you've woken me up more than once this week with those gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock as deep as you can take me without gagging, or you straddling me and bouncing up and down on my cock, seeking pleasure. Not that I mind in the least~!"

You try to growl, managing out a pathetically needy mewl instead as a third finger slides inside of you "I… Hah… Can't help it! Fucking… Geneseed drives me nuts!" That and his stupid evil bees sting you hard whenever you tried to get yourself off as he slept beside you. They either couldn't or wouldn't kill you while you carried the tainted geneseed of the Death Guard, but their poison hurt like little else could come close and left you weak-limbed and trembling, gasping for breath as awful nightmares swum in and out of your consciousness.

You can hear the devious smirk on Typhus' face as he purrs down at you "So you say, my lovely wife. I suspect that you merely haven't been satisfied with whoever your past partner or partners may have been and can't get enough of me fucking and filling you over and over again in all the ways you like most."

Indignant, impotent fury battles for the heady lust pulsing through your body at the tempo of the rat-bastard's fingers pumping in and out of you, making it near impossible for you to think of something to say that isn't really fucking stupid, or would make him even more smug.

Before you could come up with something, there was a quick and loud knock on the door to Typhus' quarters, and you jumped a little in his arms.

Typhus frowned a little, his grip on you tightening a little as he called out "Yes, Maleficus, what is it? I told you that I was not to be disturbed this morning until I left my quarters unless something urgent came up."

"And something has, sir. Several of the Thousand Sons' ships have surrounded ours, and Ahriman himself is demanding to speak to you about something. He says that he will take our ship by force and drag you out of your quarters by your ankles if he has to." Maleficus reported, his rusted armor creaking a little.

A low, frustrated growl rumbled from deep within Typhus' chest. He bit your shoulder, hard enough to bleed, sucking a dark hickey around the spot before lapping up the blood. He rumbled to you quietly "Wait for me, my flower. I will see what the idiot sorcerer wants and will return to pollinate you, my precious." He slid his fingers out of your pussy, licking them clean of your juices before sliding you off of his lap and getting up. He spoke louder and said "Tell Ahriman I will be on the bridge in five minutes."

"Your will be done, Herald!" The younger Death Guard responds, before turning and clanking off.

"Mm, duty calls, my precious. but I will be back soon enough. In the mean time… One final taste before I deal with a fool who obliterated most of his own brothers on a fools' errand." Typhus rumbled, pulling your legs apart easily and kneeling down. He licked at your pussy and clit, thrusting his tongue in and out of your cunt several times, enough to get you moaning and writhing in pleasure at his teasing before abruptly legging go of your legs and turning away. "That is all the time I have for you at the moment. Rest assured that I will be back to finish what I started." With that he left his quarters, leaving you alone to try and recover from his cheeky teasing.

You cover your face with a hand and groan, flopping back against his grimy, fetid sheet covers. You're briefly tempted to psychically contact this Ahriman - who is a potent psyker from the way his presence burns in the warp. But he is also very Tzeenchian, and… Well. You'd rather not have to deal with the constant back-stabbing and machinations of Tzeenchian followers. The slow, inexorable rot of Nurgle wasn't pleasant, but it was, at least, predictable. You sigh, and try to fall asleep, your cunt aching from his teasing ministrations as the honey slowly worked its' way out of your system.

[stagesofkiller]

whenever killer and dust are getting heated, making out, getting real close or in eachother’s laps, killer should always remove dust’s scarf.

and maybe dust doesn’t think much about it or even thinks killer is just helping him undress, but if dust ever attempts to ask about it or protest for any reason killer should immediately withdraw any and all affection or attention until dust does what he wants and takes it off. even in situations where he just doesn’t want to see it, outside of heated moments.

this was inspired by something new sans’ reaction to chara wearing papyrus’ scarf in the comics and the drawing by rahafwabas answering the question of how killer would react to dust.

killer would not like that scarf. remove it.

[exe-lee]

*。 Girl Dinner *⁠。

Take a meds and we can call it a day

[evanpeterswifeyyy]

TW: An(n)a and ED (sheeran)

Rant abt Tumblr cultures again.

I find it funny how when I call out s/h and gore blogs on Tumblr everyone is quick to reblog and like. Everyone agrees with me, which is good I’m not the only one and we agree it’s an issue.

But as soon as I call out ED and Ana culture on Tumblr I barely get any traction on those posts.

Both are S/H. If you agree with me on one, the other should be no different. Even if you struggle. I think we should all be able to agree without argument that the Ana culture on Tumblr is just as (if not worse) destructive as the S/H and gore culture on Tumblr.

I wanna add that I say that whole-heartedly as someone who used to struggle w/ s/h almost a year ago now and would post my s/h on private communities years ago. I know exactly what it’s like the struggle and to post destructive content. If I can do it, so can you.

I don’t blame anyone who has a problem, but it’s the defense of these accounts that clearly are not made for recovery purposes and encourage others to have an ED that is a problem. Can we stop pretending that ED culture isn’t rampant on Tumblr and that it isn’t affecting people?

Reblogging self destructive posts about EDs isn’t going to help anyone’s recovery, let alone your own. And being self aware isn’t helpful or respectable if you aren’t using that to actually get better.

If you have a problem with or bothered by calling out ED/ Ana culture and communities and me saying that them existing is a problem, you are most likely also part of the problem. And that’s when I don’t feel sorry for you.

Some of you are genuinely hypocrites. It’s very clear to me the real depth of the problem when I noticed the shift in notes between those two posts.

It’s not even about the attention itself, idc about that. It’s the difference in that attention. One blew up that I didn’t expect within a few days, and the other is treated like it doesn’t exist. It’s wild to me.

If you are a moot of mine and have an ED, I don’t inherently have a problem with that. As long as you aren’t reposting destructive content and encouraging any kind of s/h and are willing to call out such behavior without feeling personally attacked, I have no issues with you.

[wolfprincesszola]

Echoes of 50 Masterlist

Hello everyone! This is a work that's been in the making for a little over 5 months now! I really hope you guys enjoy this, as it is only one of the amazing fics of this year's Big Bang Event hosted at @tss-storytime! As with every big bang event, there's always an artist and I'm so lucky to have worked with @thebestworstidea. The art she did for my story is absolutely phenomenal, so go check her out! ------------ Summary: Logan Sanders had spent his entire life hearing thoughts from everyone around him: strangers, family, friends, and more. He had learned more about people than he ever wanted to hear, but it became very useful when it came to gaining useful information.

His one goal in life? Find out what the government filled to the brim with powerless people has in store for him and the rest of the population with powers and stop it from happening.

Which was why it was even weirder when he had run into the prettiest man he had ever seen who just so happened to have the answers he might have been searching for. Unfortunately for him and for some frustratingly unknown reason, Patton Morris was immune to his telepathy.

The worst part? This cute guy seemed to be completely opposed against the government just as much as he was. Now it was up to him to decide if Patton was telling the truth and if Logan was to trust him in his crazy plans to try and overthrow the government. ------------

Characters: Logan, Patton, Roman, Remus, Janus, Virgil, Thomas, Emilie, Remy, Unsympathetic!Joan, Unsympathetic!Talyn, Unsympathetic!Orange Side, Unsympathetic!Friends_of_Thomas

Pairings: Logan/Patton (Logicality), Background Roman/Virgil (Prinxiety), Background Remus/Janus (Dukeceit), Hidden Remy/Emilie (Remilie)

Word Count: 55,210

Trigger Warnings: Major Character Death, Medical Trauma, Experimentation, Panic Attacks, Emotional Trauma, Abuse, Manipulation, Neglect

Content Warnings: Food, Swearing, Fighting

Art by @thebestworstidea

Read it at archiveofourown (click the underlined)!

<Prologue>

<Chapter 1>

<Chapter 2>

<Chapter 3>

<Chapter 4>

<Chapter 5>

<Chapter 6>

<Chapter 7>

<Chapter 8>

<Chapter 9>

<Chapter 10>

<Chapter 11>

<Chapter 12>

<Epilogue>

[brattybattz]

I'm hardly thinking about anything right now besides him tying me up and laying me out in front of him. Smacking, slapping, and pulling me around for a while before he shoves a cloth in my mouth and duct tapes my lips.

All I can do is stare at him, fear glazed eyes as he sits me on his lap and plays with my body. Being gropped, pinched, spanked, and tugged on with no end in sight while he puts on endless videos or movies and just keeps me there.

Anytime I whimper, he will give me a good smack to the cheek.

"You're being rude."

"Shut it."

"Stop interrupting."

Acting like I'm just a talking toy, he has no real interest in.

I can imagine just one more video he puts on would start to make me sob on top of him, so he takes off the tape, removing the cloth just to put me on my knees in front of him.

When he unbuckles his pants, I will start to plea for him to let me out. Arguing that I'm uncomfortable in these bounds, just for him to shove my face against his crotch and watch me shut up in embarrassment so he can enjoy his video again.

[borderline-culture-is]

cw vent, tw mentions of abuse/manipulation and suicide implied.

BPD culture is noticing that all your life you've been a victim of abuse and manipulation of whatever type and being tired of it so now you just want to 1 fucking end it or 2 expose everyone who did you wrong to fuck up their lives.

or magical option 3, fuck them up, then end it.

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