#TW: ALL THE TRIGGERS THAT COME WITH SEX TRAFFICKING

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: implied noncon, hyrbid au, hybrid auction, sex trafficking, suicidal ideations, dystopian laws, subjugation

♡ FEM reader

♡ P2: Clientele

It’s scary being a bunny hybrid—especially in a world where all natural prey is bred and raised like livestock, then handpicked and auctioned off to society's apex predators.

But then again, that’s been reality all your life.

If the choice were up to you, you’d stay at the farm and become a womb for breeders. Granted, they’re a bit intense, but rabbit bucks aren’t so bad. You would spend your days cozy in the hay, barefooted and messy-haired, with other fellow herbivores—all the cows, mares, ewes, and does out on the pasture, kept safe and far removed from the belly of the beast—free to live out your days never once having to lay your round eyes on an apex at all. 

But such wasn’t your luck...

Of course, you could have fought. But fighting back is never a good idea—you never know if and when they could decide to send you to the slaughterhouse to make rabbit stew out of you instead— keep your fur to make a coat or carpet. They’ll have better use of you that way than they will with a misbehaving pet, after all.

You think about ending it yourself once you’re sitting in your cage listening to the speaker announce a heifer. That’s how the auction goes—typical farm animals first, other domestic species, then wilder exotic ones. 

In an ill-thought way, you wish you were an exotic breed—something with wings or something they’d have to keep in an aquarium—all in all, something a little harder to come by than being a rodent. Rabbits are cute, but they’re a dime a dozen and are usually sold to those who don’t feel like spending too much—trigger-happy hunter types who’re looking for cheap toys that are easily broken and just as easily replaced.

You swallow thickly. Better yet, you wish you were a bigger badder herbivore that required respect—like an elephant or a rhino. No one would mess with you then. 

But there’s no point in mulling over what you’re not. You’re prey. That’s just how it is.

But who knows? Maybe it won’t be so bad. You’ve seen someone come back to the farm after being auctioned. She’d lost an ear and could no longer speak, but other than that, she was alive and well…

You reconsider killing yourself. Suppose, the only thing keeping you from going through with it is the option of doing it later if and when it actually proves to be as bad as you imagine. You’ve never been good at making such decisions. Must be that prey mentality.

“Up next, we have a mini lop bunny,” the speaker announces, and you feel your cage move, carrying you into the spotlight where you can only see bright red eyes glaring back at you. You immediately look away.

“Known for their long ears, button nose, and round eyes—not to mention their docile nature. As one of the most popular bunny breeds on the market, mini lops are a house pet staple. Believe it or not, they’re also intelligent and social, thriving on attention, whether that be playing games or cuddling—making them the perfect choice to anyone in want of a domestic companion or a pet toy.”

You sniffle—crying and shivering, curling yourself up in a little ball within your cage, making yourself as small as possible, hiding from the predatory glares you feel surrounding you. You’ve only seen a handful of carnivores before—the shepherd dog that herds the flock back home being the biggest one. You’ve heard wolves are twice the size. Maybe you’ll be lucky and have a heart attack right now before any one of them can make their bids.

But then it starts. One number after the other. It feels over in the blink of an eye.

“Sold!” the speaker calls. “To the fine grizzly gentleman on table nine.”

Your eyes peel from being sealed shut, staring intently at your lap where you sit with your knees tucked to your chest—frozen and tense and teetering on passing out from lack of breath. Grizzly? You gulp with a swallowed whimper. Did you hear that right? As in bear? 

“No-” You suddenly understand the point of the chains that had been fixed around your ankles and wrists—given they were the only thing keeping you from thrashing against the bars—breaths hitching as you felt the cage being reeled away to make space for the next one up.

A blanket is thrown over your enclosure, engulfing you in pitch dark before you’re carried off and placed down somewhere. The floor shakes beneath you after a small moment. Something purring underfoot. It feels a little different from the carriage you’re used to but you think you’re being moved.

It’s an hour or so until you feel it come to a halt, at which point your cage is picked up and carried off again, then placed down a few moments later.

You can’t see it, but you can smell it in the air—something dangerous. It must be him. The bear that bought you.

You shield yourself once the drape is lifted and you’re exposed to the light again, squealing, “Please, mister—please don’t eat me. I only eat grass—I wouldn't taste good. And- and—I wouldn’t be very filling anyway–” while trembling underneath the shadow of the apex predator before you.

Your jumping heart was expecting nothing short of instant death, though that’s not what ensued. Instead, there’s an unfamiliar sound. A rumbling. Almost like a growl. It takes a while before you recognize it as laughter. 

“Shh, bunny,” the bear chuckles. “Don’t worry—I have no intention of eating you.”

He crouches down before your cage, though still big enough to tower over it. 

“After all,” he says. “There would be little point in spending so much on something only so bite-sized.”

Your eyes flicker to his paw, where it jingles with something. 

It’s a key.

“How about we get you out of that cage? Those shackles don’t look pleasant. I’ll remove them for you.” He unlocks the gate and swings it open, leaving you room to crawl out.

You don’t know if you should. On the one hand, the cage is keeping you safe, but on the other hand, you doubt you can stay in it forever. And who knows what might happen to his seemingly gracious mood if you refuse him.

“D’you—” It’s a silly question, but you don’t know what else to say. “You promise?”

He makes that sound again. Humored by you, it would seem. “Yes, Bunny, I promise.”

You decide to come out and only feel smaller for it, now exposed. But he keeps his promise, removing your shackles. Your eyes are peeled as he does, watching his claws be so close to you. Thick, long, curled, and black. They would puncture your skin and tear into your meat like it were nothing. You go goosefleshed at the thought.

“They always do these so tight…” he sighs. “Utterly unnecessary for domestic species such as yourself.”

You look up at him at that. He’s done this before, which must mean… “Do you—do you have others?” Or has he had others? Meaning… he doesn’t plan on keeping you around for long. 

It’s funny how that overwhelming urge to run makes you go completely numb.

Meanwhile, he looks at you in silence. Surprised at your observation, perhaps, but then he smiles, fangs and all, and you nearly skitter back into your cage.

“You’re quite astute.” Again, he rumbles with a laugh. Then he stands and walks off, setting your cuffs down on a dresser.

You only now realize you’re in a bedroom, of all places.

“I suppose there’s no use in beating around the bush.” He turns around again and leans back against the drawers, arms folded upon his broad chest as he starts explaining, “I run an entertainment business—a fun house of sorts—you might call it a burrow, as my staff is exclusively made up of bunny rabbits such as yourself.”

A burrow? Like back home? Why would a bear be doing that?

“From now on, you’ll work for me. You’ll be trained in the arts of hospitality and pleasure and cater to a clientele of sophisticated apex predators such as myself.”

Hospitality and pleasure? It almost sounds like he means for carnivores to breed with you… But that would be ridiculous. What would be the point? It’s not as if you can carry other litters but kits anyway.

“You look confused,” he chuckles again. “Allow me to explain.” He pushes himself off the dresser. “Unlike most other mammals, bunnies don’t go into heat. No, instead, bunnies are, in many ways, in a state of permanent mating season—which makes you ideal for my intents and purposes.”

You’re not sure you understand what he’s implying. But you’re growing more certain you don’t like it…

“Moreover, bunnies are any hunter’s natural prey,” he continues while walking back toward you. “Making you the perfect meal to fulfill any customer's appetite.”

He pushes the gate of the cage closed, and it clicks back in place, now locked for good and no longer an option of escape, however poor.

“Not to mention…” He smiles again, and this time, you really wish you had a place to hide. “Bunnies are natural sluts.” He crouches back down, closer now, and curls his black claw up under your chin. “All you want is to be fed and bred all day, then fall sound asleep come night.”

You swallow thickly. Your question answered. 

“And since you seem to be a smart cookie. I suppose there’d be little point in waiting."

He removes his tie.

"So, let’s start your training right away.”

♡ BNHA – Bakugou, Deku, Kirishima, Hawks, Aizawa ♡ JJK – Sukuna, Geto, Naoya, Toji ♡ BLLK – Aiku ♡ DS – Doma ♡ HxH – Chrollo

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[tradgedyinwaves]

his heaven on earth

I'm sorry I haven't been around much lately. Here's a random bit that implanted in my brain this morning.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader

tw: fatshaming behavior

something about Price's frumpy, round assistant, but the one who's really interested is Ghost.

Sure they all think you're gorgeous, but Ghost...Ghost has never seen someone so soft. From the roundness of your cheeks to the thick of your calves, he just wants to sink his fingers into the squishy parts of your body. And not even in a sexual way. (Well, not only in a sexual way.)

Everything about you screams peace and sanctuary and what he wouldn't give to press his face to the roundness of your tummy just to know what Heaven is like.

But despite his desires, the most you've ever received from him was a grunt when he turned in some reports for you to give to his captain. You had nodded up at him with wide eyes and the smallest smile, chirping out a 'thank you'.

When a military ball comes around and Price insists that you go, you immediately decline with the excuse that you don't have anything to wear. He tells you not to worry about it and that he'll take care of it. After fighting with him on it for twenty minutes, you conceded. Throwing up your arms as you headed back to your desk.

Did Price actually pay for the exquisite gown that now hung on the back of your door? Absolutely not. Ghost would rather set himself on fire before he let anyone else doing anything for you. Some people said he had a tendency to be possessive. He called it protective.

The military ball finally arrives and it requires a couple glasses of wine before you slide the gown on. It fits perfectly, tailored to your body shape and size and the color compliments your skin so nicely. The only information you'd provided to Price were your measurements (given only after you made him swear on his cigars that he wouldn't comment on the numbers - not that he would ever dare) and that you looked better in certain types of colors.

Your friend from base comes by to do your hair and makeup, keeping it light and fresh as you know you have a tendency to sweat in these situations.

And when you finally walk through the doors of the ballroom, Ghost is pretty sure his heart has never beat so hard. Not when he's laying in his sniper's nest about to pull the trigger on the head of a sex ring trafficker. Not when his team finally took out the leader of a terrorist group. Not even when he had a hook through his ribs.

You immediately fade into the background, grabbing a glass of champagne and standing against the wall. Price approaches you with that smile of his, the one that crinkles the corners of his eyes as he looks over you appreciatively.

"You look lovely, my dear. The dress fits you perfectly." You thank him as the apples of your cheeks turn pink before he tells you not to thank him - thank Ghost. That only darkens your blush as you duck your head when the captain leaves.

You don't go searching for Ghost to thank him and ask why he'd gotten you the dress because you're stopped by a gentleman you don't recognize. But you do recognize the smirk on his face and the sound of laughter coming from a group of his buddies.

As adults, one would think people would be mature enough not to poke fun at the big girl. But that didn't seem to be the case as the man struggled to ask you to dance through his laughter, eventually giving up and going back to his friends when he couldn't manage the sentence.

You wanted to leave after that, but that meant letting them win and you refused to give them that satisfaction.

So when Ghost finally found the courage to come and approach you, you thought it was another joke.

"Would you like to-" "Please, don't. Just...go away."

Ghost was not used to being interrupted and it showed in the way his black Balaklava twitched around his mouth.

"What's wrong, luv?" "Just...don't, Ghost. I'm not in the mood." "I just wanted to dance with you." "No, you didn't. You're just here to make fun of me like everyone else."

Ghost was stunned before it turned to anger. Who had hurt you like this?

"M'not. Just wanted to dance with you, promise."

You glanced up at him, meeting those dark orbs - the only part of Ghost you'd ever seen. They didn't crinkle at the corners like he was laughing at you and the way the fabric of his mask didn't move meant he wasn't holding back his laughter.

"You want to dance with me?" It was unbelievable to you that anyone would want to be seen with you, even if the dress you had on was gorgeous.

"O'course, yer stunning. Why wouldn't I?" Ghost had never been one to compliment women. His team got compliments all the time from him. "Well done, Gaz." "Good job, Johnny." "Nice shot, Cap." Those were easy.

With you, he was terrified he'd say the wrong thing and upset you. And that...he couldn't stand that. Watching those beautiful eyes of yours fill with tears because of him and his stupid mouth. It should be easy. Beautiful, gorgeous, ethereal, stunning. All words he felt described you and yet they didn't hold enough weight.

In the end, you agreed to dance with him. Just one, of course. But that went out the window as another bad joke of his pulled a giggle from you. He found he quite liked the tinkling sound of your laugh and the way your nose scrunched when he complimented you again.

And that night, he found out what it was like to watch his thick fingers dimple the roundness of your ass, to worship between your plush thighs as he deemed you a goddess. His grip left pretty bruises all over your body while his lips left his mark across your collarbone.

In the light of the morning, he leaned over your sleeping form as the suns rays gently shone on your face. There in that moment, you embodied peace and beauty, radiant even as drool slid from the corner of your parted lips.

His Heaven on Earth.

[feyhunter78]

Personal rant about an issues I’m having with my best friend under the cut, TW mentions of past sexual trauma both fictional and IRL

Thinking about how Alicent and Rhaenyra coded my best friend and I are, (minus the gay undertones) she’s headstrong, beautiful, confident, feels like she deserves what she wants no matter what and has no fear that her father won’t be there to catch her when she falls. But it makes her ignorant to the deeper plights of others and she lacks the knowledge to look further into things, and weigh her opinions and options before she speaks. She’s so strong and confident that she refuses to accept that her thoughts and opinions can be wrong, and she never does any research.

She was like “I’ve heard Andrew Tate talk some and I think he might be right” and I was like friend???? The man is a sex trafficker who has been quoted saying that women who aren’t virgins are damaged goods, and his OWN SISTER doesn’t talk to him. And she was like “oh I didn’t really look him up or anything” like motherfucker are you serious????

Then you’ve got me, quieter, more traditional, (still beautiful, but my goodness my best friend is a different level) always trying to do what’s right, do what I was supposed to do, trying to make sure everyone is okay, that my words and actions won’t harm and if they do can I take them back or make up for them?

I’m more agreeable, people see me as soft and kind, easy to talk to, but it comes with this guilt, religious, personal, social, whatever I’m always, always watching, always considering the other side because I know what it feels like to be powerless. And I do my fucking research because you have to know the rules!!!!

We’ve argued over TG or TB and she just refuses to accept that Alicent’s actions are motivated by valid reasons, that she was a child victim and was a victim until her husband finally died. She also blows past the fact that Daemon groomed and assaulted Rhaenyra because “they’re so hot” and I just???? I could not and cannot understand how she can overlook the pain and trauma these characters went through and act like it’s absolutely nothing.

Then we got in a bit of a thing because she got into booktok smut and I tried to warn her about the trigger stuff in some of the books and she’s like “oh it’s fine, yeah he like rapes her in this one part, but he basically makes it up with his words in the end” and I’m ????

Like yeah I like my dark stuff too but not a love interest who’s a rapist💀 there is no coming back from that for me????

And the fact that she just doesn’t care, doesn’t even stop to think about how her lack of care for the atrocities committed towards female characters in literally any media affects her is just so concerning to me. It’s like because nothing like that has happened to her then it’s not real??? Or it’s just like “not that big of a deal”????

Like y’all who read Pink Pastels know I went through shit, not a full assault but something similar that I left out of the fic because it was too much and I hadn’t really accepted what had happened. And the fact that what is it one in five women have been assaulted??? Statistically speaking she knows women who have been!!!!

So it makes me sick to my stomach that she’s so blasé about this stuff. To be fair to her, I never told her about it but I have now and I haven’t gotten a response yet so I’ll hold judgment until I do. (She hasn’t seen the Snapchat yet)

I just it really frustrates me because she is such a good friend outside of this stuff but she just lives such a different life from everyone else (her family is super rich) and I feel bad because I really want reality to knock some sense into her with a baseball bat. She just doesn’t understand that people actually suffer this stuff it’s not all just fun in games and ha ha giggles oh he’s so hot!!!

Like bestie I’m here, standing in front of you, asking if you fucked Daemon in a pleasure house (if you really are going to keep reading and flaunting your love of these dark, violent, terribly written books) while I’m trapped with your old ass father who’s been assaulting me and ignoring the children he forced me to have (carrying and trying to sort out the multitude of trauma from my ex) begging you to tell me that you didn’t and you still see me as your friend (that you aren’t a horrible pick me girl who doesn’t actually care about the pain and suffering women go through just because you haven’t experienced it)

[chutefullofholes]

“some related to wyatt wanting to have sex but micah knowing he’s not ready/isn’t asking for the right reasons.” Poor Wyatt, does his trauma result in him becoming hyper sexual during this time, doesn’t understand the idea that somone doesn’t want to have sex with him, but it’s bc Micah cares for him 😢 how do you think they’re first time together after all of this would go down?

below the line <3 previous wyatt backstory sexual assault/trafficking trauma TWs apply

yeppp. you hit the nail on the head with the hypersexual thing. in the ‘side b’ universe of this he ends with someone else while him and micah are broken up and it’s a big ol toxic mess bc the guy is very blatantly taking advantage of him. and ev/helen can only do so much about it when wyatt is indeed an adult.

but anywaysss side a. yeah the fights with micah about it stem from him feeling really wired and Wrong not giving himself to micah in that way. wants that wired feeling to go away and gets upset that micah puts his foot down because even though micah is in the right, it still makes wyatt feel terrible. gets really paranoid that micah thinks he’s a freak/perv- but he doesn’t think that at all. he’s just worried about rushing things <\3.

wyatt has a really hard time with trying to process “missing” that house. gets off in the shower to make the wired feeling go away since micah doesn’t wanna do anything, and throws up after bc he was. to put it lightly not thinking about micah to ‘get there’ which makes him feel so broken and horrible.

down the line when they’ve made up and are back together and wyatt is in a considerably better place they do have sex again but. it’s still a Process with alotta trial and error. wyatt is really squicked out about topping bc it triggers those I’m A Bad GuyTM feelings but the other way around is hard too for it’s own reasons. micah is sooo sweet and gentle and patient though. lots of talking him through it and reassuring him- the verbal affirmations coming from micah who he loves helps a lot. and reminds him he’s with micah, not anyone else. needs that grounding to not get lost in his head and bad memories.

[lost-eternity]

Hunger Games Matchup -Closed-

This is a matchup trade with @dorkofclanlavellan.

Okay I actually probably need to put some trigger warnings in this one. So without further ado...

TW: Mentions of sex trafficking, trauma, implications of pedophilia, and unhealthy coping mechanisms. 

•──⋅☾FINNICK ODAIR ☽⋅──•

I won’t lie, my intentional reaction said Cinna. However, I placed that thought on the back-burner while I sifted methodically through the other characters in case I found one that I felt suited you better. And I am glad I did that, because I did find someone better. 

Finnick Odair. 

Initial characterization of Finnick exemplifies him as a careless casanova, infamous for his routine and seemingly habitual trysts every time he visits the Capitol. And for most of the book, that is all that is known of him. Flirtatious, shallow, flighty, definitely not someone I think you would keep in company of. 

However, later on it is revealed that Finnick’s womanizing, ego-centric tendencies are a defense mechanism installed to protect himself from the emotional turmoil of the role of sex worker forced upon him by President Snow to appease influential Capitol women. Mind you, he was fourteen. The horrors of his circumstances cannot be understated. 

Beneath his philandering veneer, he is someone who is deeply wounded, accustomed to being used for his body, and craves genuine human connection and conversation. He needs someone who appreciates him for him, and not just the physical pleasures he can give them. Bro literally just wants to be seen as a human being instead of a sex object for the first time in his adult life and I do not blame him. 

I believe this is where his relationship with Annie comes into play. She was someone who was deeply empathetic, intelligent, and intuitive. Someone who saw Finnick for who he really was. Possibly the only person who saw him as such. And based on your description of yourself, I believe you would fill his role beautifully. 

You see, you aren’t just smart. You are observant. While I still feel as though initial impressions of Finnick would be lacking at best and straight up antagonistic at worst, I think that with the more time you spend around him, the more you’d be able to see flickers of something deeper beneath his facade. 

And I think you’d be the only person to see and understand this. I think your skeptical nature would feed into this as well. You would refuse to accept that he is as hollow-minded and shallow as he presents himself to be. 

The way his easy-going smile falters whenever he thinks no one is looking. The mild contortion of his facial features into a brief pained expression when someone insults his promiscuity. This wincing lasting mere milliseconds before it is completely replaced by a lackadaisical smile and a casual shrug. The way his shoulders sag, as is burdened by heavy emotional weight when he thinks that no one else is around. The strained sighs he emits whenever he feels as though no one is listening- as though no one is paying attention. The way rigidity spreads into the muscles along his back and shoulders whenever President Snow’s name is so much as mentioned. 

No, there is definitely more going on here. And given your quiet, analytical, and observant nature, I think you would definitely notice. I also think that you would wish to pursue this deeper, if only because you touched on how much your value deep connection. 

Once you and Finnick start talking, I think he would be hooked. And I think he would open up to you much faster than normally would, perhaps to his own chagrin. You are so full of life and compassion. The way your eyes light up when you start to infodump on your favorite subjects. You are different. You don’t see him as an object. You aren’t cowed by his flirtations and attempts to keep you at an arm’s length. You genuinely just want to get to know him. The two of you would have such meaningful conversations, skipping over idle chatter and frivolous small talk entirely because that is just the kind of person you are. 

And just like that,  it would be over for the poor man. 

You represent every single thing he has lacked in life: genuine connection, empathy, and companionship. 

You would become his new Annie (assuming in this scenario, Annie was either killed in her games or lost herself to the point of no return).

Finnick would not be super receptive to your self-deprecating sense of humor, wishing you could see the beauty he sees in you. I think he would call you out on it and make some flirtatious comment sultry enough to make even the most stoic blush. He doesn’t know what else to do so he defaults to his usual tactics of flattery. Although, this time it’s different. This time he actually means it. He’s just genuinely trying to help. 

“My dear, if it is beauty you seek, you need not look further than a mirror.”

~

“I don’t know if anyone has ever told you this before,” Finnick would fix you with a level-gaze, his seafoam green eyes unwavering and uncharacteristically serious, “but you are very attractive.” 

You could attempt to retaliate, uttering something along the lines of “you aren’t too unattractive yourself.” To which he would merely laugh, his broad shoulders shaking under the exertion of the momentum.

He’d flash you one of those smug grins of his. “Oh. I know.” 

~

Freaking Finnick. 

Perhaps you were from District Four and met him briefly before his games, then were forced to reconcile with the stark juxtaposition to the boy he was prior to the man he ultimately became. 

Or Perhaps you were a victor from a previous Game who met him during the Quarter Quell and saw something in him no one else could, only to be wrapped up in the rebellion’s plot.

Either way, I do think it would be good news for you. 

If you were a fellow Victor rescued by the rebels, perhaps you would have a chance at saving Finnick, or maybe it would lead to you sacrificing yourself in his stead. 

If you were the “special someone back home”, the Capitol would likely kidnap and torture you for leverage over Finnick as they did Annie. Finnick would likely still perish, spending his last breath viciously attempting to rescue you.

But either way, I think this would be a huge point of contention in your relationship. Finnick absolutely would NOT accept you going with him to infiltrate the Capitol with the Mockingjay. I’ll let whether or not you end up listening to him be up to you. 

As often it goes with the Hunger Games, I believe that this story is likely to end in tragedy. Although, it is not without a small chance of hope. Maybe you can act differently, maybe you can be the person to provide Finnick with the happy ending he deserved but was ultimately denied. 

[a-concert-just-for-me]

I think besides the Five stuff, the thing that pisses me off about season 4 is Klaus’s arc (or lack thereof)

Tw: mention of sex trafficking, sexual assault, child abuse

We have:

Botched OCD arc that could have been so so so interesting to explore

No real acknowledgment of Dave when Klaus finds the dog tags

Klaus gets into drugs again because *checks notes*……he got his powers back? But then it doesn’t show him being distressed about being haunted by ghosts again (a big contributor in why he turned to drugs in the past???)

The erasure of Klaus’s queerness besides one (1) dick joke? Where’s his flamboyant gender expression? Where’s his eyeliner? His fashion?

Honestly it makes me mad how Klaus’s story after season 2 is basically just comic relief and has no satisfying character progression anymore imo

A super big one is that Klaus gets held captive and sex trafficked and it’s played as a joke??? (I get it if they wanted to add that storyline from the comics into this season but at least treat it with respect??? holy shit??????)

Klaus gets buried underground which, first of all, puts him out of commission for contributing to the main plots

Second of all, they didn’t even lean into the connection between his trauma from being trapped in the mausoleum and being trapped underground. Are we really saying that being trapped wouldn’t be a huge trigger for him???

I’m sure there’s more that will come to me later but here’s my thoughts for now

[the-thresher-shark]

Meet my fallout ocs!

This is Woliri, from vault 116. Their name is from a language I made and might share more of in the future, but anyways- their name means wealth. Woliri is the oldest of the 3 and the only one who does chems, they generally travel with John Hancock and Nick Valentine as well as a rottweiler named Radio. They are also the one who name Woliwi. Woliri is generally laid back, however when anyone (*cough cough* those cunts in the brotherhood of steel *cough cough*) says anything bad about synths and ghouls they become 110% ready to THROW HANDS. Woliri tends to help others when they can, however it's never really the constant forefront of their mind, unless they are helping ghouls and synths, they see helping those two groups as more important then devoting themselves to helping humans, as, those groups generally are the victims of (*COUGH COUGH* BROTHERHOOD OF STEEL *COUGH COUGH*) needless violence.

This is Wolixi (this name means Wish), the younger sibling of Woliri and a starry eyed hero type. They are the general of the minutemen (in my playthrough of fallout I have been absolutely LOVING the minutemen), and overall a total sweetie. They go out of their way to help anyone they can and often travel with Preston Garvey and a Chocolate Labrador Retriever named Lotus. In all honesty not a lot of writing has gone into Wolixi yet as I've been more focused on the other two, but worry not! They will get their story soon enough.

VAULT 116

Vault 116 was a vault that intended to improve the immune system of humans through selective breeding, regularly, the vault would get a new epidemic, those who recovered quickly would be most likely to be selected to be bred for the next generations, all was going as planned until an ailment spread to the crops, killing them off and leaving the vault without food. Panic set in and Woliwi's parents suggested leaving the vault, as, going to the wastelands sounded better than starving in a hole. They were promptly banished, using what stored supplies they had the vault continued, the residents getting weaker until they saw fit that they cannibalise eachother, seeing this the overseer gave in and the vault was left. Woliri and wolixi mere children, thrown from their homes to an unforgiving hell scape.

Bonus fact: there was a very high german population in the vault so all the people in the vault spoke both german and english!

And here we come to the last of the three, the weird cousin. Woliwi is the youngest of the three, being 8 years younger than Woliri and 6 years younger than Wolixi. Woliwi is only 19 in the events of fallout 4, and in the events of the fallout series they are 28, most descriptions of them will be from the time of the fallout series, but lets get into their history first.

TW, CSA, trafficking, abuse, torture (I have put a note when the trigger warning is over)

Woliwi was born in the wastelands, to vaultie parents. A target was on them from the start. At the age of 5 their parents were slaughtered and the small child was tossed into sex trafficking, or the wasteland equivalent. They escaped at the age of 8 and were taken in by a gang of drifters, at some point during this Woliwi had developed D.I.D, something they didnt realise wasn't normal. The drifters held concerns about the child talking to the people in their head, but it was overall ignored. At the age of 9, Woliwi would meet their cousins, aunt and uncle, through telling stories the group would quickly realise they were related, Woliri then named Woliwi, the name meaning wolf. Woliwi spoke a broken version of german, due to only being taught until the age of 5, so the group taught them to speak more fluently in German. When Woliwi was 11 their family parted from the drifters, offering to bring Woliwi along, which they declined. They would come to regret this. The gang of drifters was killed when they were 12, which they narrowly escaped. They wandered until they came across a church. They would spend the next 3 months being told their D.I.D was nothing more than the devil speaking to them, and they just needed to pray harder. When they acted 'out of line' they were hit and yelled at. They eventually ran away, only to be caught by a group of gunners, who heated scrap metal over a fire and burned their shoulder, the only reason this didnt continue was due to a pack of wolf-dogs and mutts getting involved and saving them. Woliwi would take to traveling alongside the hounds the most constant and loving home they had ever gotten to enjoy.

~end of trigger warning~

Woliwi tends to travel with a colourful bunch, 23 canines most often, however they have been known to travel with Cooper Howard on several occasions, they also tend to bring their doberman Indus along during these times. He puts up with them because they are very useful. When traveling with Cooper, They've grown to like others being there, namely Lucy and Dogmeat.

(Please note, Woliwi's experiences with D.I.D are very heavily based on my own struggle with having it)

Though they consider their alters also travelling partners, so in their eyes, their travelling party is usually a bit bigger.

ALSO EVERYTHING IS SUBJECT TO CHANGE AS THESE ARE BRAND NEW OCS

[neonscandal]

9 Anime to Watch When You Want to Feel Like 👇🏾

Whether you're emotionally dead inside and just need that extra oomf to feel anything or if you just need a good cry, below are a few short series/movies to check out. Trigger warnings are included but, let's be serious, the triggers are what we're watching for, no?

A Silent Voice (movie) - this is a good reminder that we do not exist in a bubble. Our actions and the way we treat others leave a mark on them and apologies don't always remedy that.

Sub/Dub | Netflix ‼️ TW: bullying, grief/loss, suicide or self harm, anxiety

Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day (series but I think there's a movie summary as well) - this examines the kind of grief that clings to you when you can't move on from loss. The story focuses on a group of people who continue to mourn their childhood friend years after her passing.

Sub/Dub | Funimation, Netflix ‼️ TW: major character death, grief/loss, guilt, attempted SA

Banana Fish (series) - I worry that I may only be able to watch this show once because it's so compelling but I cry about it regularly (literally, peep the blog) despite being inherently emotionally unavailable. The story follows a young gang leader who unknowingly stumbles onto a full blown conspiracy when he assumes possession of a drug given to him by a dying man. It's gritty and action packed while also being intense and vulnerable but it is not something I'd watch without taking a hard look at the trigger warnings.

Sub | Prime Video ‼️ TW: major character death(s), grief/loss, PTSD, implied CSA, implied SA, sexual harassment, military conflict, physical violence, trauma, substance abuse, gore, sex trafficking (all ages), suicide, gun & knife violence, gang violence, implied incest, incarceration, coarse language

To Your Eternity (series) - how do we interpret and explain life to something that has just blinked into existence? This series explores the journey of a newly formed immortal being as it begins to experience everything that this planet has to offer. It bears witness to the good and evil in other beings through forging clumsy connections with them as it becomes wise in the way of the world and also shows how, as we survive, we carry with us those that we've loved.

Sub/Dub | HBO Max ‼️ TW: major character death, grief/loss, physical violence

Ride Your Wave (movie) - even fated love comes to an end eventually.

Sub/Dub | HBO Max ‼️ TW: major character death, grief/loss

Clannad (series) - a story about how opening yourself up to others can bring fullness to your life and a myriad of other experiences and emotions you wouldn't have.

Sub/Dub | HiDive ‼️ TW: implied death, illness, grief/loss, substance abuse

Angel Beats (series) - no major character death warning because all of the characters are already dead! Welcome to the afterlife where young souls are fighting like hell to avoid the great beyond... beyond.

Sub/Dub | Netflix ‼️ TW: implied death, gun violence, knife violence, murder, gore, portrayal of death (repeatedly), bullying (arguably)

Kotaro Lives Alone (series) - Despite following the daily life of an overly polite 4 year old with the diction of an honorably chivalrous samurai, this show's innocuous story telling will have you ugly crying.

Sub/Dub | Netflix ‼️ TW: implied abuse (child and/or domestic), implied verbal abuse, neglect, stalking, grief/loss, implied death, implied mental illness

Terror in Resonance (series) - this is a psychological thriller and social critique on a lost generation. It follows two young boys who employ the use of widespread fear to bring focus and sympathy to their mission, one they desperately feel is worth risking their freedom and lives for. This may be the least likely to be a tear jerker on this list but worth a watch.

Sub/Dub | Funimation ‼️ TW: major character death, grief/loss, gun violence, bombing, implied murder/suicide, terrorism, child abuse

[immortalled]

o h! even though i don’t write them on tumblr, i would love to write luke (cherrybomb), bj (red riding), and nikolai (sway lake) with more people, perhaps small things on discord. they’re both somewhat trigger-heavy (particularly bj, especially bj) but i’m happy to avoid some topics for the sake of interaction. brief blurbs about each character + potential trigger warnings under the cut. [spoilers]

luke - 16. belfast, ireland. son to local addict “smiley”. luke’s elder brother and prominent drug boss, chris, allows luke and smiley to stay in his flat as long as they deal the drugs he provides. there isn’t a lot else to say about luke, but he’s very similar to nathan in terms of personality. happy to write him pre or post film.

possible luke tws - drug addiction, mentions of suicide or suicidal ideation, domestic abuse, murder (but the worst / most likely would be dealing with drug addiction, particularly to cocaine and heroin) 

wants - i’m mostly interested in writing luke escaping the hold drug dealing has over his life or, post-film, luke trying to get back on his feet after murdering crilly. however he’s punished legally, i imagine that his already shaky rep would be shattered after this, and belfast would be alive with rumors. chris would likely be arrested as well, and it would be interesting to write luke finding his own path perhaps with the help or hindrance of another muse. alternatively, i’m down for pre-film shenanigans at school or parties, or whatever. not too picky with luke. i just know i would like to try writing him.

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barry james “bj” anderson - age uncertain, but no older than mid-twenties depending on verse. yorkshire, england. 1970s-early 1980s. trafficking survivor and male sex worker. heavy religious trauma. book!bj is most likely transgender female, but since i’m mostly film-based bc of rob and film!bj always refers to himself in the masculine, i would probably write him as genderfluid. 

personality-wise, he’s intriguing in that he sometimes almost appears to flip-flop between people: the fragile, shrinking violet (often speaks in third person; seems to come out when speaking about the past or traumatic events) and the bold, streetwise survivor (speaks in first person; seems more prominent when speaking of the present or when threatened??). he can be very loud, or almost non-verbal. shy, or shamelessly flirtatious. reckless, or terrified and over-cautious. bj’s personality and coping mechanisms are fascinating to me and i’d like to better understand that part of his character.

possible bj tws - everything you can possibly think of tbh. the red riding world is dark, unforgiving, and cruel, especially to people like bj. there are some things i can’t quite avoid (transphobia and homophobia directed toward bj, and the struggles with severe c-ptsd) but i know that his world and character would be difficult for many people, so i’m happy to gloss over whatever topics people are uncomfortable to discuss ic. just know that whether or not they’re explicitly mentioned, i will write about their effects on bj, as they’re extremely important to his character, and, i think, to red riding’s harsh criticism of police, politics, and capitalism.

wants - similarly with luke, i’m most interested in giving bj the happy ending he deserves. i love whump and angst, those are my bread and butter, but what i crave most is the healing afterward. and no one deserves that healing more than bj, who struggles with his sense of self. i want to see him find peace and happiness, friendship and love, and a sense of meaning and worth in a senseless world that has treated him like a commodity rather than a person. too, i think, i’d love for him to be free to express himself how he feels most comfortable. just... honestly ALL the good things for bj. i want him to be happy g o s h DARN IT lol.

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nikolai - age uncertain but probably early to mid twenties. russian. thief. currently living in the usa. ex-black marketer dealing in grave robbing. a regular casanova with dreams of grandeur and a deep longing for something he can’t quite place. friendly and warm, but deeply misogynistic for someone who seems so romantic and open-minded. nikolai has a way of adopting the personalities of people he admires or wants to emulate, and frankly it’s very unhealthy and borderline obsessive... but fun to writ lol. i may write him alongside his best friend ollie sway, since ollie means so much to him, and without him, nikolai would be homeless, but if that gets in the way of plot, i can always find a way to get rid of him.

possible nikolai tws - not a lot, really. the worst that might come up besides his very dated and ridiculous views of women (lmao) would be mentions of depression and suicide (as ollie’s father committed suicide, and ollie himself canonically entertains the idea of it). nikolai is unlikely to bring that up, but it isn’t impossible. 

wants - frankly i have no ideas. i just like writing nikolai, especially when i can have him talk about his dad, or russia, or something he’s passionate about, or writing him being a big asshole. his particular brand of assholery is fun. but so is his romanticism.

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between the three, i think i’m most interested in bj since the red riding books and their murder mysteries currently have me in their grim chokehold, and he’s quite a step away from more nathan-esque characters sheehan has played. but, like i said, i also know bj would be trigger city for many and super squicky for most due to the heavy topics it carries, so. y’know. i’m not gonna be too picky.

[cute-little-spaceboy]

Do you like dark reads? Do you like fantasy and magical worlds? Do you like the entire Victorian timeliness and all it's beautiful architecture, costumes, and aesthetic? Most importantly, do you like unique and quirky characters that are constantly being developed, drawn, written, and shipped by the author?

Look no further!

I currently have a WIP on a writing app called Quotev, and it has all of the previously mentioned things and more! If you enjoy stories with fantasy themes and sort of Dungeons and Dragons vibes to them, you will probably like this.

Quick warning, things get really dark really fast. It is one hundred percent uncensored. While there will be no explicit sex scenes or anything, there are many themes that may be triggering to some readers. (I will list the potentially triggering themes below) As well as the usual language warning and all that fun stuff.

If you would be interested in reading it, this is the link: https://www.quotev.com/story/13998972/A-Tale-of-Trapped-Ravens

I would LOVE some feedback on it seeing as it is still in production, and eventually, it will be a real book, hopefully it will even get published for real. So any feedback I can get is great. While it isn't necessarily nsfw, I would advise minors to stay away because of mass violence and mature themes.

Tw: violence, heavy blood and gore, mentions of being unfaithful and the such, kidnapping, child slavery/trafficking/rape/labor, Cult mention and mass homicide, torture, possible self harm, suicide mentions, public execution,, Stockholm syndrome, gaslighting, and of course, everything that comes with the magic world.

I will try and update the list if anything comes up, but do not come at me if you get triggered by something that I explicitly warned against. Even on the website, it's listed as mature, so be cautious when reading. If some heavy topic comes along in a chapter, I will put a trigger warning at the beginning of the chapter.

[venicebixch]

my bad I should of added trigger warnings, TW🚨 mentions of SW, s3x tr4fficking, r*p4/ SA, cp, k!dnapping, ab*se, poverty, if any of these things make u uncomfortable, please skip this post. 🚨🚨

There is no ethical SW. And no one will be able to convince me otherwise. And saying "some people enjoy it" fails to address the fact that the only SWs that have a voice are mostly wealthy women. of course the top 0.1% OF girlies are gonna say SW is enjoyable, most werent trafficked, forced into it, and aren't rAp3d daily. 89 % of SWers want to leave the industry but don't have any other options for survival. If all women had access to financial stability/education there would be next to none doing SW. SW is done for survival and money. If money is the sole motivator for consent it is not Consent, and a Study done across 9 countries shows 90% of prOst!tut3d women want to leave the industry 71% were physically @ssaulted in PrOst!tution; 63% were r*ped and 68% met criteria for PTSD. There are Childen on 🌽 websites who have been k!dn4pp3d and p**** company's are profiting off of it. || mindgeek was sued for knowingly profiting off of r*pe, cp, trafficking and other nonconsensual S3xual content, girls do p*n was sued and shut down for many nonconsenual s3xual acts, abuse, trafficking and coercion of female actresses. gdp owners, Michael Pratt and Matthew Wolfe, and male performer Andre Garcia, were charged with sex trafficking by force, fraud, or coercion. want me to go on? I can also show u the testimonies of SWers, but oh no. Some people find it enjoyable. yasssss!!!!… this isn't hate. Just saying u should really look into what women have been saying for years, this is the Oldest form of oppression ever. Yet its taken so lightly?

SA and SW discussion below

my original point was that there is ethical sex work and nonethical sex work. of course someone being coerced into it isn’t ethical, people being stripped of their power to say no isn’t ethical. but there are many people are choose to do sex work and enjoy it and are fully in control. to minimize their fully consenting and in control decision to be a sex workers is wrong and does nothing but perpetuate a stigma and when they face stigma, their power is stripped from them. their power to leave, the power to say no, the ability to come forward and be taken serious when they ARE assaulted is diminished when we stigmatize and shun sex workers as a whole.

prostitution is a whole different ball park because sex workers in other forms aren’t physically active with their clients or with people outside of a consenting and controlled environment, but i would still argue that it should be decriminalized because of my points above - decriminalizing it takes away the power of the abusers and puts in back into the hands of the sex worker.

regarding porn sites and other outlets that have potentially abusive material on it, THAT is when the law should step in and enforce regulations. and it’s the responsibility of the platform itself; pornhub for example took all videos from non verified users off a few years ago, which is a great step in the right direction. it also comes down to the individuals who consume the content to be aware and make sure what they’re watching is ethical.

and if you want to argue that people in sex work are driven by money and can’t consent because of it then you can apply that logic to every job - from factory jobs that expose you to hazardous materials to nursing that puts you at risk for back/neck/knee injuries to NFL players who get beat up and crippled on the field. if sex work is unethical because it’s driven by money, then so is every job.

[aikoeisbon]

Hi there! I was wondering if you could write a Levi x Reader fic where reader has PTSD (nightmares and/or whatever of a squad member kept making inappropriate jokes and made reader feel uncomfortable and they weren’t handling it strongly enough). Levi kind of notices their shut down behaviour or whatever? Hurt comfort? You don’t have to but the self harm u wrote was therapeutic for him and also this request is as well. No pressure tho! Most prefer not to write such triggering subjects ^^”

Of course. I suffer from a lot of these things myself, which is why I write them. It's a way I cope, so I hope my writings are therapeutic to others as well❤️

One of Those Days

Levi x Reader

TW: PTSD, Abuse/Trauma/Death

Levi had just begun to dose off when he felt your body stiffen beneath his arm, and no sooner than he had noticed that, you began to tremble as well.

"Another one of those nights.", he thought as he tightened his grip on your waist, pulling your back against his chest. As you began to whimper, he nuzzled into your neck.

"I'm here," He murmured, holding you securely against him. "I'm here." Your eyes shot open, your body jolting as your brain forced you out of a nightmare- a nightmare you once lived through. Tears leaked down your cheeks and you shudder, pulling your hands to your face to muffle quiet sobs. Levi knew what was happening. He knew what hell you had endured and was here to remind you he was there to ensure you never experienced such trauma again. He would protect you, even from yourself if need be.

"Levi... I can't- I can't do this anymore." You quivered, your voice shaking along with your violent tremors. You felt as thought you couldn't catch your breath, that suddenly Levi was too close and you needed room to breathe.

"Yes you can. You lived through it, it can't get any worse." Levi loosened his hold on you as you wiggled away, sitting up in bed and cradling yourself. "Talk through it baby." Your husband mumbled, adjusting the way he was laying to prop himself up on one arm, resting his head in one hand and reaching out for your leg with the other. He knew that touching you- even something as simple as an absentminded rubbing of your leg- helped keep you from disassociating by making you feel grounded. At first, you struggled to speak as you began to go through the motions of your trauma that had just relived itself through your nightmare. As you continued, the tears fell more freely, and your sentences became more fluid as well. Levi took note of this- you were feeling, not speaking matter-of-fact about your trauma as you usually did on nights like these. When you were finished talking, he relayed that observation to you. "I'm proud of you." He commented. "It's progress. See, you can do it."

The rough night had left it's mark on your face, your tired eyes and dark bags matching your husband's common countenance. You fidgeted with your wedding ring as you took your place among the lunch table with other cadets. Having gone through training earlier that morning, you were just now feeling the full effect of your fatigue.

"You okay there, y/n?" Eren wondered as you sat your tray down.

"Just fine. Why?" You replied with a forcibly positive tone.

"You look like you've seen a titan." Conny stated, his mouth half-full and drawing the others' attention.

"Other things as terrifying as titans exist." Mikasa stated coldly, warranting Jean's attention.

"Like Captain Levi. Conny's right, so... If it wasn't a titan, did you get into a fight with him?"

"Eren, normal people find titans to be much scarier than a short old man. Be a suicidal manic and rush towards their gaping mouths all you want, but I'd rather get beaten and strangled by the Captain daily than see one of those giant freaks ever again." Jean's words forced your blood to run cold. You had to fight to keep yourself from reacting, and your internal focus drowned out Mikasa's stifled laughter about the statement regarding your husband.

"You don't know what he's like! He's strong enough to kill dozens of titans in the blink of an eye, you think he wouldn't snap your neck like a twig?!" Eren slammed his fists on the table.

"Honestly... the only person that scares me more than Captain Levi is Squad Leader Hange... Did you hear those screams when Sannes was getting tortured?" Conny added with a wide-eyed expression. The entire table became grim, nodding in agreement.

"...On second thought, I'd prefer being kept in the cell for the rest of my life than being forced to scream like that." Eren spoke quietly.

"There are worse things than titans and the two others." Armin piped in. "Sex traffickers, organ harvesters, cannibalists, rapists-"

"You could easily kill all of those without getting squished like a titan would. What idiot would get themselves caught in a situation like that anyways?" Jean snorted. His world was flipped upside down without a moment's notice as Levi yanked him from his seat and dropped him to the ground.

Your husband had been listening in from some distance away. His cheerful, noisy wife had fallen silent, and he immediately recognized what the stiffness in your body meant the second he looked over. Only then he began paying attention to what was said from his table. He heard his name come up a few times, watched from the corner of his eye as you pushed your untouched tray of food away from you. Then, when the dark, flippant comments of traumatic topics began, Levi rose from his table among the other commanders and made his way towards you.

"You've got quite the mouth for a boy who's never lived the horrors you mock." Levi spat as he stood above the man sprawled on the ground. "And what were those comments about me?" He inquired, glaring daggers as he shot the rest of the group a sidelong glance. The expressions on all of their faces could equate to one thing: "oh shit, he heard us." In the meantime, Sasha took the opportunity to sneak food off of your tray. "Tch." Levi stepped away from Jean, allowing him to upright himself as he reached for your shoulder. A simple touch, a reminder that he was here to protect you from the memories that plagued you. Without so much as a word, you got up to follow him into another room where the two of you ate lunch in peaceful privacy. Jean rubbed the back of his head as he plopped back onto his benchseat.

"I take what I said back about Captain Levi... He's scarier than a titan."

[ignoxinia]

Life always comes first on this blog. I understand all Muns have shit that happens and cannot always be right on top of replies or icons, and aesthetics. With that being said, I do not expect you to always keep every thread or want to answer every ask of mine.

Mun is 25+ and will not RP with anyone under 18. This blog mainly consists of violence, sex, angst, death, and some taboo themes. Please do not follow if you are uncomfortable with this. I will tag upon request and add to this list. Tag: #trigger tw.

Trypophobia

Slavery

Rape

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I will try to match RP style with yours. This includes icons, gifs, and formatting, etc. if possible. I will now begin tagging when I am mobile, which will be most of the time. I do try to cut posts but I would not be angry if you are able to do it and I suck.

My ask box and IM is always open for plotting, chatting, or anything of the sort! Memes are open for everyone mutual and non-mutual unless stated otherwise.

Fandoms/Genres/Verses Mun has Muse for include; Harry Potter, Game of Thrones, ALL THINGS SUPERNATURAL GENRE, Medieval - Victorian Era, Historical, Royal, Futuristic dystopian SciFi, Crime, and am open to others!

My main muse is James Rosier, some info can be found under #bio until I get an actual bio up. Secondary muse for my main genre Harry Potter is Jahil Rosier; James' son. Feel free to ask me anything about my muses.

[thediamondolls]

Mobile Rules

.ABOOT..     …   written by siren, 30+, she/they, pst + 7 ( us west coast ) based. generally offline saturdays and sundays.  BIOS FOR CANON AND OC’S WILL BE UPDATED AS I GET THEM DONE BUT FOR NOW HAVE SOME OLD ONES UNIL I BECOME LESS LAZY LOL.

NOTE: I am TENTATIVELY adding my male muses. IF THEY GET MORE ATTENTION THAN MY GIRLS, I WILL REMOVE THEM AGAIN. AND THEY WILL REMAIN REQUEST ONLY.

.CONTENT..     …   there will be heavy topics on this blog. including, but not limited to; abuse ( mental / emotional / physical / sexual ), brainwashing, cult mention, torture ( both mental and physical ), non - consensual body modification, assassinations, killing / murder, politics, child / sex trafficking, mental health ( including depression, anxiety, and more }, heavy violence

however, because of this, this blog is strictly 21+

.SHIPPING & NSFW.     …   look. I love shipping. Probably too much but with shipping comes a couple things. I SHIP CHEMISTRY. And I am literally down for every kind of ship ( within reason, of course )

That being said: muses of mine between 18-25, I will not ship with muses younger than 18. Muses between 26 - dead i will not ship with muses younger than 25.

shipping is limited to 25+ for muses and fc's and 21+ for muns. please do not forceship and do not send me ship hate.

sexual content may appear on this blog and will always be tagged and under a readmore.

But, NSFW does not just mean spicy times. It means there will be violence and bloodshed and topics that might not be appropriate for everyone.

HOWEVER. I will NOT write the following: dub/con, rape, incest, cheating plots, anything that is generally gross..

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if you interact / support / try and defend BOOMSTIK / ACEDEGENCRATE / THCEVILDEAD / EVUHLDEAD / EVILSDED aka ARCHER please DO NOT follow me.

i do not like being the type of person who does this but this is for my own physical ( rl/ooc ) safety as well as mental health and i just want nothing to do with them or anyone who would interact with them.

you can find my callout post HERE stating what they have done ( TW for emotional manipulation, suicide baiting, and stalking )

adding on to this: if you have a problem with me, come to me off anon. i am an adult and i am willing to discuss things like an adult. i am only human and sometimes i make mistakes.

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in regards to faceclaims i will not interact with, they are as follows: scarlett johansson, amber heard, armie hammer, danny masterson, jared leto, ansel elgort, and allison mack or anyone else who has been proven to be dangerous / problematic.

due to personal experiences, I am adding Bruce Campbell / Ash Williams and Paige ( wwe ) to the list of banned fcs.

if you have any of these on a multi, i will follow but i will not interact with these characters or fc's.

.TRIGGERS.     …   i, myself do not have any triggers outside clowns and scorpions, but they aren't super bad.

however, i am uncomfortable writing plots surrounding cheating / infidelity for personal reasons.

triggers will get tagged as trigger tw, please let me know if you need anything tagged.

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this blog is LOW/MEDIUM ACTIVITY as I do work mon-fri and i am usually off the dash sat-sun so i can recharge.

[bxnxvids]

Not everyone can say they’ve been to the Big Apple, but  [ Robert ‘RJ’ Benavides], a [ 39 ] year-old [ cis male] has lived in [The Upper East Side, Manhattan] for [ TWO WEEKS]. This is the city of dreams and [ HE] knows it, because they came to NYC to be an [ CONTRACTOR ].. Living in the city means they meet all kinds of people, but everyone always seems to think they look like [ MANNY MONTANA]. They even got away with free cab fare once because of it! 

TW: Cartel activity, poverty, forced induction into organized crime, implied murders, implied drug trafficking, he’s a cartel member everything is triggering in this please don’t read if it will make you uncomfortable guys.

TLDR; RJ is a high ranking cartel member who fronts as an international contractor.

Name: Robert Santiago  Benavides Jr. 

Referred to as: RJ, Principe (to other cartel members), Rob 

Date of birth: 17th December

Place of birth: Morelia, Michoacan, Mexico 

Place of residence: Suite 5000 at the Mandarin Oriental 

Current occupation: Contractor 

Income level: Very High

Education: Self-educated. 

Sexuality: Yes Pansexual

Marital status: Unmarried

Religion: Catholic 

 ––––––  PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

Face claim: Manny Montana

Height: 185cm

Eye colour: Dark brown

Grooming: He’s well-kempt and very tidy.

Prominent features: His tattoos

General health: Probably not great but he’s very athletic 

Chronic conditions: N/A

––––––  DEFINING FEATURES

Languages spoken: Spanish, English

Pace of speech: Measured. 

Accent: A Mexican accent 

Finances: Managed by others, usually 

Personal vices: Drinking, smoking, gambling, sex, an eternal longing for escapism 

Hobbies: Billiards, gardening, poker, shooting, partying. 

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Robert was born into his position in the Sinaloa cartel, in fact, he’s now the uncle to the future boss and happy for it. His niece is tactical, sharp as a whip, and takes no shit, unlike her father, Robert’s brother Ernesto. The current leader of the family’s slice of the cartel, Los Templarios, is a weak man who would have been overthrown by RJ himself if he hadn’t been sent to The United States nearly twenty years ago to oversee all cartel operations along the Mexican gulf, and then later to act as head of the cartel’s operations in Miami. 

 He’s just been moved to New York, the weight of fixing the mess of cartel operations in the big apple falling directly on his shoulders. It’s difficult, New York is one of the biggest markets for illegal activity in the entire world, but the unlimited access to the over 250 billion dollars the Cartel generates in revenue every year is a nice enough perk to keep him complacent. 

It wasn’t always like this, though if RJ had it his way there wouldn’t be a single person in the world who knew anything more about him than the cars he liked to drive and the tequila he liked to drink. 

Once, a long time ago, his father had been forced into the cartel by marriage in order to protect the people who lived in the deeply corrupt state in Mexico he lived. That force turned into a paramilitary force by the time Ernesto was six months and by the time RJ could walk he was being introduced into cartel activity, sitting on his father’s lap during meetings. By the time he was six he was learning to shoot with the other cartel members. 

So his life has been messy, messy and full of blood and the stench of death that seems to follow wherever he goes. He tries to do things more diplomatically now but violence is inevitable for a man like him, with a life like his. He drowns himself in alcohol, drugs, and sex to cope with what he’s experienced but at the end of the day family comes first, and Los Templarios is his family.