#bitty abuse tw

[cubbihue]

Uhm is Chimmy Changa doing well? Its seems he has started to divert from what changelings are supposed to do and act like is the static not staticing correctly is he become aware that something is wrong?

Diverting? Well we can’t have that!!!!

Don’t worry. I’ve increased the noise since our last interference. If it happens again, we will issue a good reset!! Thank you for your report.

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[bunningchaos]

TW: Slight Abuse Implication

I'm putting the votes above just in case.

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[thelunarsystemwrites]

My big issue with those little bittys.

Honestly a problem I've seen w/ bittys in the UTMV community before, mostly when i was younger, is they're treated like property, like pets, like a toy. When often they're characterized as just as feeling and intelligent as normal sanses.

I hate this. Having them be adopted into homes like for their safety and to be provided for? Great! Bringing light to issues about discrimination and using size as a metaphor for when others aren't accommodated for? Spectacular! Demonstrating the toxic mindset that using your advantages over someone makes you 'better'? Oh boy do I love toxic characters learning!

But I hate when bitties in UTMV romanticize the idea of owning another human, just small and skeletal. When it acts like it's normal to abuse your power over someone so much weaker than you on a physical level.

So....yeah, uh revealing something about myself: I'm uncomfortable with majority of bitty sanses ^^"

AND NOT ALL BITTYS ARE BADLY DONE!! Just, I personally.... dislike, bitties being as sentient as any other monster... and being owned.

Again, I know it's fiction. And I'm allowed to dislike and be uncomfortable with it sometimes.

[itty-bitty-mess]

TW: BITTYBONES AB//USE, BITTY WHUMP, BITTY T*RT//URE

extra tw: forced abortion

Little Baby Blue was so excited to show Daddy his pregnant belly!! He was sure Daddy would be as happy as him about the pregnancy and even be glad to take care of him and his future babies!!

Baby Blue had not listened to Daddy’s warnings about not sneaking out and having “special huggies” with stray bitties and Baby Blue didn’t care!! Daddy was a dummy who didn’t know anything!!! Baby Blue had babies now!! Hooray!! He had counted and found out there were 3 little soul hearts on his belly!!!! 3 times the fun!!!

Baby Blue was so excited!! He, his babies and Daddy would play together and have so much fun!! Daddy would feed him and his babies, give them warm baths and tuck them all into bed!! Daddy would take care of his babies like he did with Baby Blue!!! It was going to be perfect!!!

Except that when Baby Blue dragged Daddy’s hand to his belly to show him his future babies, Daddy punched his belly so hard he could barely breathe for at least 2 minutes!! Ouchies!!

When Baby Blue recovered he realized that all the 3 little hearts in his belly were broken!!! OH NO!!! He started to cry and wail so loud!! The hearts in his belly were broken!!! His babies were dead!!! His belly was now empty!!! No more fun with babies!!!

Baby Blue’s crying was interrupted when Daddy grabbed him with a lot of force and then threw him all the way across the room as he hit the wall!! Owie! he broke some ribs and both his legs!!! Poor Baby Blue won’t be able to walk ever again!! No more “happy dancie parties” for him!! Daddy then grabbed Baby Blue again and forced him to drink bleach!! Yuck!!! Finally, Daddy tossed Baby Blue in the toilet and spat on his face, calling him a “useless piece of shit” and Baby Blue cried at that, Daddy had never been mean to him!!! He only wanted babies!!! He didn’t mean to make Daddy angry!!!

He apologized many many times and asked Daddy to take him to his warm bed and to give him a hug, pretty please!!! But Daddy just spat, on his mouth this time, and told him to “shut the fuck up”. Then Daddy closed the lid of the toilet and left Baby Blue alone, wet and in the dark. He soiled himself out of fear, like he always did!!

Suddenly, the toilet got flushed and poor Baby Blue spun around in the dirty whirling water, hitting his poor little skull multiple times until it cracked and bled as he got flushed completely and pushed through the dirty drain!! Yuckies!!!

No more warm baths, yummy food, hugs or kissies for Baby Blue!! No more fun toys, comfy clothes or cozy beds either!!! Looks like Baby Blue will be rotting in the dirty sewers where worthless shit like him belongs!!!! All because he refused to listen to Daddy’s warnings!

Goodnight, Baby Blue. You will not be missed!!!

The End!

[angelyuji]

Can you write a itty bitty drabble of our old decomposing man being a yandere (rick sanchez) 🙏🦭

hello my friend. sad news, i was gonna write some noncon with this but also its been so long since u sent me this and i feel bad for taking so long

tw // kidnapping, yandere, rick sanchez, physical abuse, implied noncon

yandere rick c-137 sanchez x gn!reader

in every universe, rick can’t make (y/n) stay. in one, they die. in another, they break up. in the next, they never meet. rick C-137 won’t let what happened to them happen to his (y/n).

you couldn’t breathe, sprinting through the woods. something had exploded in the house, bringing the security down for only a few minutes, but you saw your opportunity and took it. when beth wasn’t looking, you booked it out the back door. you heard her yelling for… him and your legs moved faster. you had finally gotten out, climbed over the brick wall surrounding the house, and ran. you can hear rick scream out your name in rage as you get farther away.

you had gotten to the woods by the time you run out of steam. you collapse against a tree, and rain start to tap against the leaves. the cold drops of rain and the wet dirt beneath you helps cool you down as you catch your breath. you think out your next steps, mumbling to yourself. “no cops, mr. nimbus would help rick. no doctor, rick would get an… alert…. shit.” the tracker rick planted in your skin flashes in your head. “fuck, fuck, fuck.” you crawl around, looking for a something sharp. the rain gets worse, thunder and lightning booming in the sky. ‘i’ve been here too long.’ you get up to keep moving when you hear a flash.

“all done running, (y/n)?” rick’s voice comes from behind you, amused. your heart stops and you turn to face him. rick laughs in your face with one look at you, “j-jesus christ, baby. all that just to get caught…. again.” he grins.

“fuck you.” you seethe.

rick burps, “so feisty,” he laughs, “let’s play a game. i’ll give you a 30 second head start and to help you even more, i won’t look at your tracker or use anything to find you, just p-plain old rick. i’ll give you t-ten minutes to keep away and when i catch you in less than 10, i’m going to make sure you never even think of leaving my side.”

“what if i win?” you stare rick down.

he laughs, “you won’t.” he steps closer to you, “you should start running.”

you take off away from him, going deeper into the woods. you can hear rick’s maniacal laughter echo behind you as you run. you couldn’t breathe, panic setting in. you take as many confusing turns as possible, trying to throw off rick as long as possible. the sun had set and the rain stopped. you slow to a stop, hearing silence. you lean against a tree and message your burning legs.

“did i win?” you say, relief settle into your bones and you close your eyes.

“no, baby, y-you didn’t.” rick’s hand wraps around your throat and slams your back into the tree. you choke and your vision blurs as rick’s manic grin comes into view. “s-sweet, stupid (y/n),” he grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks your head back. the tears start to fall quicker as pain rockets through your body. he leans in, leaving a trail of wet kisses up your neck before whispering into your ear, “it’s time for my reward.”

[ambrosialdesire]

what are your thoughts on yandere levi 😩

my thoughts are: HELL YES

assuming that this is captain levi you're talking about, he's an already pretty terrifying force to be messing with in the first place, whether you are part of the corps or the enemy. to add on the yandere trope onto his character, you're in deep trouble LOL

ngl for me, it really varies on what kind of yandere he is depending on who he's interested in. for now, i'm only going to be explaining the instances and scenarios of reader either being a survey corps low-ranked soldier, marleyan captain enemy, and civilian.

i didn't mean for this to be so long but levi's been one of my favorites since middle school (literally was insane for him back then before reiner's s4 glowup lolol)

this is written as a gender-neutral reader sorta, no pronouns are used but it's slightly implied that this is a fem reader.

tw: manipulation, abuse of power, inappropriate touching, possessive behavior, implied non-con, implied mind-breaking

if you're part of the survey corps but serving as a low ranked soldier compared to levi, he constantly abuses his power over you. it doesn't show at all that he likes you, it's him mostly making you do things for him like you were his personal secretary. he takes you out of training to clean his office instead (he'd make you do it over and over again if it's not up to his standards), takes you away from your lunch group so you can boil his tea for him, sometimes just pulling you out of anything you're doing just to hang around him. at first, you were excited to take any job from him, after all, levi's one of the top soldiers in the corps. it was completely out of respect for the man until you begun to realize that he's just using you to only do "desk-jobs". you start getting sick of doing meaningless jobs for him but you're terrified of even saying anything about it to humanity's strongest soldier. levi's never going to be the really touchy type in any of my renditions of him being a yandere, but you've occasionally felt his faint touches around certain parts of your body as if a ghost had brushed past you; other times, he sternly grips your forearm or shoulder whenever he's in a not-so-pleasant mood. since him and erwin are buddy-buddy, he turns an eye with his behavior towards you, telling you that he would report the mistreatment to the higher-ups but really just throw away the files. he doesn't want his best soldier to falter anytime soon and you being a little special treat to satiate his appetite is nothing short of a itty bitty loss in the ranks. he's manipulative, wavering the threat of forcibly having you dishonorably discharged when you don't do as you're told. you wouldn't want your family to know that you're a shameful excuse of a soldier, would you? so be a good little pet, get down on your knees and beg for his forgiveness by any means necessary.

if you're a marleyan enemy soldier, especially a captain like him, FUCK there's so much tension between the two of you. his paradisian devil soldiers made a complete mess that night, killing many of the underlings and your coworkers, incapacitating the warriors as if they were nothing short of pests. you saw the absolute speed of that man who tore through one of the hinges of galliard's jaw and completely cut down jaeger's beast titan form, swearing nothing but completely hatred for that demon. levi thought you were interesting the moment he spotted you witnessing his attacks, eyes wide with admiration but stewing with disgust at the same time. there was a certain kind of fear that he's never seen before and the two of you shared a long stare before you took a shot, barely missing your intended target: him. a frustrated scream ripped out of you as you had to powerlessly watch them leave through one of the many blimps in the air. you didn't realize that he soon shot his ODM spears towards you, zipping in your direction and kicking you down to the ground. it was like he teleported in front of you as he stood over your body but you were soon knocked out with the butt of your own rifle. you woke up tied to a chair, hair being pulled back and gaze focused on the blinding light above you. he started asking questions, hitting you around like a training dummy but you refused to budge no matter how much pain you were in, spitting and laughing at his face. one of his comrades told him that it was useless trying to make you spill out anything, that they already knew everything that they needed to know from the marleyan defectors and zeke. part of his motivation for this (at that point in the anime) is because he's so sick of losing everyone important in his life so having someone to control, knowing what the outcome is because their future is strung by his own hands, it made the pain easier to deal with. on your side, for some godforsaken reason, he refused to let you go or kill you. oh no, no, no. he wants you to break. he wants that terrified, but idolized look in your eyes again. levi wants you to completely forget the person you are and who you served, only becoming his sweet and obedient marleyan prisoner.

if you're just an average citizen, it's a slow build-up of when levi began to take an interest with you. it was on accident but he starts to occasionally spot you whenever the scouts come back from outside expeditions, eyes wandering over the injured with a sullen expression. he couldn't decipher whether you felt simply ashamed of their loss again or that you felt bad that they had to keep doing this to themselves. that's usually only the few times where he sees you, usually trying to keep to himself and ignore the other bystanders. you were always there however, as if his eyes were automatically always darting to the same spot when he looked over into the crowd. when hange forced him to get out of the stuffy corps building and out into the city, he found himself staring at you while you serve drinks out to customers. it's filthy the way you brush your hand against theirs, winking at them to rub it even more. it was reminiscent, as if he was back watching an underground whore working for better tips. it felt strange seeing you outside of something he was used to, especially if it's something as deprecating as this back-alley bar. levi couldn't stop himself from standing up and trudging over to you when some pig put his hands on you, more so from what you're obviously comfortable with. it felt like he was back in the underground, the way he dug his fists into that sorry son of a bitch's face, fighting the group of men that he was with as well. hange eventually joined in as well, cheering in joy as they threw a beer glass into some guy who was sneaking up behind him. as the fight started to get more insane, he snatched you away from the scene when the moment was right (he may have left hange behind but they're more than capable of handling themselves in a fight). you thanked him profusely and offhandedly mentioned that you were definitely not working back there again after what happened. it could've been the traces of alcohol in his system or the adrenaline, but he kissed you right there. you pushed him away of course, completely shocked that the humanity's strongest had literally just kissed you unwarrantedly. he wanted to take his time to get to know you, he really did. yet levi realizes that he's no different from the disgusting man that he had just beat his face in, his grip around your arm tightening as he forces you against the grating wall in the dark alleyway.

[deesseshesca]

PAC 18+: How can you spice up your sex life with your s/o?

Now let's bring it up a notch...

Good evening, pretty souls, today I'm diving under the cover of y'all relationship to keep up with your panties/boxer.

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Rules and Disclaimer 

I am the type of tarot reader to say as it is. Nothing is sugar coated but everything is sent with good intention. If you are not ready to face some truth, you should vagabond somewhere else. 

MINOR DON'T INTERACT WITH THIS POST 

MINOR DON’T READ THIS POST 

TW: Sexual abuse, DV

Basing myself on the legal age in my country which is 18 

PILE 1 

4 wands, 5 swords, 3 swords, 9 swords, ‘’I’m going through a lot right now, I need some space & time to gather my thoughts !’’ 

Mutual masturbation 

Edging 

Overstimulation

💌 Your partner don't feel appreciated enough in the bedroom. They feel like u are comparing them to your past lovers. If not, they feel like they don't compare. On your side you are tired of their toxic behavior. They are not toxic is just that they are stuck in bad habits. Which is stopping y'all from evolving as a couple. You are not satisfy emotionally, they are not satisfy physically. Anyway Pile 1, if you need any advice on how to deal with situation, you can always book a reading on my Ko-fi, link down below. Especially now that they are on sales for only 20$. (Link at the end of the post)

Much love, Shesca

PILE 2 

2 pentacles, 2 swords, 4 wands, 5 wands, ‘’I look at my phone everyday hoping I would see a message from you’’ 

Cuddlefuck 

No foreplay 

Voyeurism  

Femdom 

💌I think your partner is usually the one in control. Y'all usually have some hardcore sex or even BDSM. There's a clear difference between a sub and dom energy down to even the look. One of y'all is real petite. You are probably part of the itty bitty community or you dick may be on the smaller side. Y'all are very delicate and graceful being. While he is all tall and buff or she is very curvy and way taller than u. If you initiate with a bratty attitude instead of being your docile self, is going to fire up the spark between y'all. Are y'all going camping trip or on a trip abroad with friend ? You should run your hand up and down his dick while y'all look at a movie in the living room, if they are a women, maybe play with their tits. Or when y'all back in the tent, you should initiate something knowing damm well is hella risky. It's going to excited them and finally give them a reason to do all the punishments they dream to apply on u. Since u been a good girl/boy (is not me...is them ), they only fantasy is about punishing you. Anyway if you guys need any advice how to make it happen, you can always book a reading on my Ko-fi, especially now that's only 20$ (Link at the end of the post)

Much love, Shesca

PILE 3 

Judgment, 5 swords, Page wands, 8 cups 

Check in : Babes, I'm sorry for the fuck up things you been through. You guys have a lot of sexual trauma. You spend your whole in poverty until you made the decision to become an escort or stripper. Which only added to the trauma. Some of y'all been in abusive relationship or all you life you felt like the only way someone will stay with you would be for sex. So you felt obligated to give some. But now you are in healthy relationship. The life you have now is a complete 360 of your past. Stay at home wife in the sunburn, spending most of your weekend supporting your kids hobbies. Nobody would even the guess how hard it was for you to get this peaceful life.

Dirty talk 

Nudist Event 

Power play 

💌 Now girl/boy... what's going ? Why are only serving same old missionary with the men/women you love. I can feel how deeply you love them. So you are completely comfortable around them. Yet no split on dick or feasting on the clit. No crazy lingerie. No lap dancing. No nothing. I don't know much about life but I think when u are married you can defiantly match the freak. Talk nasty to him/her, giving him/her a VIP experience and they will go crazy. Send them nasty pic, girl/boy you have all the power to spice things up. Anyway Pile 3, if you need help on tapping back into your sexual self in more healthy manner, you can always book a reading on my Ko-fi for only 20$.(Link at the end of the post)

Much love, Shesca.

7 wands, Page cups, 9 wands, 7 cups,’’Karmic partner interference’’, ‘’I’m ready to come clean ! I can’t lose you again !’’ 

Food 

Jealousy/possessiveness

Communication 

💌 You are married to someone you don't know anymore. If you know One tree hill (the best TV show in the word), y'all make me think of Quinn and her relationship with her ex-husband David. They were a time, the person on your side was loving and emotionally available. Now he is crazy about profit and barely spend time in the same room as you. Than there's him/her. They know they can treat u better than your husband/wife and is pissing them off the way things are . They dream of licking wiped cream of your nipple, ever since they saw in that sundress at the pool party or when you do your daily run with no shirt on. Anyways Pile 4, I know you are going to figure it all out but if you want insight from your spiritual team regarding this whole mess, you always book a ready on my Ko-fi. Especially now, they are only 20$. (Link at the end of the post)

Much love, Shesca.

[macsimagines]

can we have a yandere! Wakasa and Yandere! Izana locking darling up and punishing them after they disobeyed them. Damn sorry just...those two mfs with silver hair is just *lip bite emoji*

(RIP darling. These two are such garbage boys... -Ms.Mac)

TW: DubCon, Abuse, Gaslighting, Gatekeeping, Manipulation, NSFW MINORS DNI

Yandere!Wakasa

It was a simple request. He didn't want you going out tonight. He hated the way you looked so skimpy the last time and told you he didn't want to see you dressed like that again.

But guess who's walking through the door in a slutty outfit after going out that night?

He had been attending to some business and was expecting you to be waiting for him, but you're not there and all you left a damn mess of all your makeup and products in the bathroom.

First, he's throwing all of that away. You're not going out if you don't have all your health and beauty shit.

Next all the clothes you wear that he hates, the tube tops, short skirts & dresses are all thrown out as well. He told you he was gonna do it, why'd you make him do it.

Finally when you come home He's ripping that dress off of you, and making you a real whore tonight. You wanna look like one, then get ready to act like one.

You're fucked stupid, makeup running down your cheeks and lipstick smeared, he told you to fucking behave. Listen next time.

Yandere!Izana

He didn't ask. He told you to be at his house in an hour. You had the audacity to tell him you already had plans and you couldn't tonight. He made sure you understood that your plans weren't important and that he didn't care.

Still an hour later with you not showing up had Izana pulling up with his gang to where ever the hell you are. He grabs you by the hair and drags you home.

He's choking the life out of you and fucking you for being so dumb. The King doesn't make requests you pretty little idiot.

Get ready to not leave the his place for a few days. He needs to make sure you know your place.

Izana will tear you down with every itty bitty insecurity he has and then build you back up again. He loves you so much, despite your many flaws.

[cubbihue]

Hi! this is kinda an art request if u dont mind. And it's angst related, can you draw like where wanda and cosmo obvs have seen for a while how (human) timmy has been treated by his real parents. I just want to see like the "last straw" which lead Cosmo and Wanda wanting them to make Timmy as their own. (IM HAPPY THAT TIMMY HAS A FAMILY THAT LOVES AND CARES FOR HIM)

The "Last Straw"?

Cosmo and Wanda have seen humans at their best. They've seen humans at their worst. They've seen anything and everything that they've gone numb and used to what humans get up to.

But nothing's shaken them quite like Timmy's case did. Nothing has ever made a Fairy feel such strong human emotions than what Timmy made them feel, on that one particular night.

The thing that broke Cosmo and Wanda was Timmy himself.

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[hxzxrdous]

The School For Good and Evil

Platonic Lady Lesso x Never!reader

TW: Mentions of grooming, sexual abuse, minor kissing an adult, Lady Lesso being a bitch and then a mother figure. Doom Room hhh, what more can I say?

SPECIAL

"... Now ..." Lady Lesso paused for a dramatic effect, "I want you to dazzle me with whatever your unique talent to be," she said, twirling around her cane as she walked around the classroom, pointing with her cane to each student at a time.

You sat right in the back, hoping the class will end before she got to you, until you heard your name. Your heart dropped in your chest.

"Well, Y/LN, don't keep us waiting, let's see what you are capable of," Lady Lesso crossed her arms.

You hesitated. You knew that Lady Lesso was well-known for her harsh critiques, and you didn't want to be on the receiving end of them. But you also knew that you needed to be honest.

You gulped down nervously. You were toasted. Not toasted... fucked. You were absolutely fucked.

"I- Uh- I haven't been able to discover my special talent... ma'am," you looked down at the desk, suddendly the crack in the wood became very interesting to you.

"Y/LN... look at me," the dean spat out.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," she demanded again after you ignored her.

You slowly looked up at the dean's cold eyes and quickly averted your gaze to her hair instead.

Lady Lesso's eyes narrowed at you. She could sense that your lack of talent was a sore spot for you, and she was in no mood for weakness.

"So you mean to tell me, that the second half of semester will soon start and you still haven't found your talent?" Lady Lesso spoke in a condescending tone.

"Weak, lazy, arrogant... Because of students like you, Evil never defeats Good and I just have to work the students twice as hard." Lady Lesso said and pointed towards the door with her cane. "Out, now."

Lady Lesso's words hit you like a punch in the gut. You knew your failure to find your talent was a big deal, but you had never expected to be kicked out of the class for it. Tears started to well up in your eyes, and you felt like you were going to collapse.

You could feel the tears streaming down your face as you turned to leave. You couldn't believe how quickly Lady Lesso had made you feel like a complete failure. It felt like the whole class was watching you as you walked out of the room, your head hung low.

As you stumbled out of the classroom, you struggled to hold back your tears. You have never felt more humiliated in your life. As you made your way down the hallway, you tried to figure out what to do next.

Suddenly, you were grabbed from behind and spun around. It was Lady Lesso, looking even more furious than before.

"Come with me," Lady Lesso snarled, pulling you along behind her. "You're coming to the Doom Room."

Your mouth dropped open in disbelief. You have heard of the Doom Room but you have never imagined that you would end up there.

You walked in silence for a while, Lady Lesso's tight grip on your wrist the whole time. Finally, you arrived at a large, ominous door with the words 'Doom Room' engraved on it. Lady Lesso swung the door open and pushed you inside, grabbing you and tying you down to the chair on a small podium.

You looked around the Doom Room in horror. The walls were lined with grim-looking weapons, and there were strange objects hanging from the ceiling. It was a place of fear and punishment, and you could feel it in your bones.

"Absolutely and utterly pathetic." Lady Lesso looked down at you, her stern expression unchanged.

"Now... let me see you hands." Lady Lesso demanded, holding a whip in her hand.

You gulped down in fear as you reached out you arms, waiting for her to strike.

"Aw, is the little bitty baby afraid of me?" Lady Lesso asked, her tone disdainful holding the whip above you.

"Wait! I do have a special talent-" you blurted out.

She looked at you, clearly annoyed.

"Oh, really? And what it might be? Please, do enlighten me." The dean approached you, your faces just inches away from eachother.

Without warning, you leaned in and kissed her.

It was a small kiss, just a peck on the lips, but it was enough to take Lady Lesso by surprise. It was a sign of affection, a sign of intimacy, and it felt wrong coming from someone as young as you. For a moment, Lady Lesso didn't know how to respond but then she stepped back. "You! You have a lot of nerve doing something like that in my school." Lady Lesso raised her voice.

"I-I-I am special," you stammered. "I just needed you to know that."

Lady Lesso's eyes narrowed.

"What are you talking about, Y/N?" she asked.

You took a deep breath. You knew you were taking a huge risk by admitting what you were about to say, but you couldn't help youself anymore.

"It's my mother's boyfriend," you said. "He keeps telling me how special I am when I do that... So I just wanted to prove to you that I am special." You mumbled. 

Lady Lesso walked around you for a moment, thinking of what to do with you. She put her hands on her hips. She was speechless. For the first time in her life, the dean of the School for Evil was speechless.

As Lady Lesso stood there, her anger turned to sympathy. It was clear that you had been subjected to a kind of abuse that Lady Lesso had never even heard of before.

"You poor child. Your mother's boyfriend have done some terrible things to you, didn't he?" Lady Lesso dropped the whip to the corner of the room.

You shook your head.

"No, ma'am. He's not horrible. I thought so too, but my mom said he's just being fatherly and I'm just sensitive and overeacting. So I guess I got used to it."

"What kind of mother would allow such a thing to happen... She must be crazy." Lady Lesso sighed in annoyance and looked at you. "Now, tell me, how many times have this happened?"

"H- happened what, ma'am?" You asked, avoiding eye contact with Lady Lesso.

"Your 'special talent', Y/N. How often do you do it?" The dean gave you an intimidating but sympathetic stare. It was clearly that your excuse of a mother had let you be groomed and abused by that man.

You shrugged your shoulders, thinking for a moment. "I lost count. It started three years ago," you answered thruthfully.

"And I'm guessing you don't like it when he does that?" Lady Lesso asked, leaning against her cane, staring at you with her eyes half closed, waiting for your reply.

You looked down, shaking your head.

Tell me, is that his only way of 'showing love' to you?" Lady Lesso's voice suddendly sounded kind and caring.

"Well... I- Um... he buys me stuff... and he says I'm pretty- A- and he says he wants to marry me as soon as I turn eighteen..." You answered.

"That's abuse..." Lady Lesso shook her head in sorrow. "You're being abused and don't even realize it... No, no, that is not love. He's a terrible man and your mother is as wrong as him for allowing such terrible things to happen to you."

"It's not your fault." Lady Lesso kneeled infront of you, untying you from the chair.

"I am going to ask you just this once, Y/N... And I want you to be completely honest with me, can you do that, sweetheart?" Lady Lesso gently lifted your chin up.

"How far has he gone?" She whispered.

Silence. Only tears flowing down your cheeks.

"It hurt- It hurt so bad- I- I tried to stop him- I tried to fight- I really did-" you whimpered.

Lady Lesso sighed and closed her eyes.

"B- but- he said he loved me- A- and he said I was special- He lied? I- I'm not special?" Your breathing quickened as it dawned upon you. "A-and my mom knew and didn't do anything?"

"Love shouldn't hurt. If your 'loved ones' are hurting you, then they don't love you, and you deserve to be loved, you deserve to live without fear, to be happy." The dean helped you stand up from the chair.

"Listen to me. You ARE special, you ARE loved. You deserve happiness, not pain, no one deserves pain. You need to understand that, okay?" She pulled you close, stroking your hair. "And your mother. If she's not doing anything to stop that horrible man... then she's just as guilty as him. And I'm so sorry, darling." She continued.

You started sobbing. You were so stupid. How come you didn't know that? You just now realized the truth. The reality of the situation. All the lies. The illusion.

"Perhaps I was too harsh with you." Lady Lesso sighed as she held you close to her. "It is just that you need to do your best here and I was afraid you weren't taking this seriously enough. That you were lazy. But I see now that I was mistaken. I apologize for the harsh words, okay?" Lady Lesso spoke softly, whispering words of comfort.

"I- And I'm sorry I kissed you, ma'am." You replied, your cheeks turning red.

The kiss was something Lady Lesso hadn't expected or liked. But looking at you, all confused and scared, she found she couldn't possibly stay mad at you. "I accept your apology."

Lady Lesso kissed the top of your head. "So, how about we get out of this place and move to my office and find your talent together, hmm?"

[randomfanficsig]

“I was 15”

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

Summary: You were interrogating your unsub who raped and murdered 7 teenage girls, until it gets to personal for you and Reid has to physically pull you out the room. The team soon learns a lot about your past.

Tw: mentione of rape, sexual abuse from parent. Mentions of murder. Teenagers.

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“They were 15 years old!” You shouted at the criminal sat in-front of you, trying your absolute best to hold back tears.

He simply just stared at you with a sadistic smile. It wasn’t hard to figure out what he was thinking and that truly made you sick to your stomach.

“15.They were 15. And you degraded them and took away all their innocence and control” you began shouting again, tears streaming down your face.

Reid, Morgan and Hotchner all sat behind the glass, questioning looks on their faces. Why was this so personal to you?

Once again, the unsub stayed quiet, same nasty smile on his face. Now was the time to try and hit a nerve.

You walk round behind him. “Was it because you couldn’t get laid when you were younger or because you were so weird to the other kids? Or maybe it was the fact you could never get it up?”

His face dropped, anger taking over.

“Did I hit a nerve there? Did I hurt your itty bitty feelings?” You mimick with a teasy babyish tone.

He stares at you, the smile back on his face. “And if you were 15, I would do the exact same to you, listening to how you’d beg for me to stop, how tears would run down your face just like theirs did. God they felt so good” his laugh makes you feel sick, bringing bile to your throat. “Maybe I’d even slit your throat just like I did theirs” he finishes.

Anger quickly took over, causing you to smash his head directly into the metal table, and wave of satisfaction hitting you as you listen to his nose crack under the pressure.

“THEY WERE 15 YEARS OLD. 15! YOU TOOK THERE LIVES FROM THEM. THEY HAD DREAMS,ASPIRATIONS AND YOU CRUSHED THEM UNDER YOUR FEET LIKE A CIGARETTE. I HOPE YOU ROT IN HELL!” You screamed at him, tears uncontrollably streaming down your face.

You didn’t even notice Reid and Morgan come into the room, until a pair of skinny arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you out the room.

“THEY WERE 15! I WAS 15!” You cried to Spencer, bashing your fists into his chest. He quickly grabs your wrists stopping your outburst of anger .

Next thing you know, his arms are wrapped around you, one holding your head into his chest the other around your biceps, holding you in place while you broke down in his arms. He just holds you, comforting you.

Derek walks out the interrogation room, heading to Penelope.

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“Hey baby cakes” Derek starts, walking into Penelope’s office. “I need you to do a favour for me”

“Of course hot thing, what is it?” She quickly replies, playing into Dereks flirty behaviour.

“I need you to look into y/n’s past for me”

Garcia quickly looks up at him. “What happened to not profiling or not digging into each others pasts”

“I know baby, but this is really important”

With hesitation, she turns to her computers, typing magic into the keyboard. Not long after, a gasp leaves her mouth.

“Y/n y/l/n, raped at 15 by her father. Sexually abused from the moment she hit puberty. Sent into the system after her father died of ‘unknown reasons’. Mother died during child birth, meaning she was never around.” Garcia repeats from the screen. “Not my y/n, I love that girl” she finished looking back at Derek.

He leaves the room as quickly as he came in, this time anger filling his veins.

“Hotch, i need a word” he demands, walking into Aaron’s office.

Aaron looks back at him knowingly. “I already know, Garcia just sent over the report”

They both walk out, heading over to west Spencer and you stand. Derek joining in on the hug, not long followed by Aaron, which is a surprise as he doesn’t hug.

Penelope soon joins. “We love you y/n you know that right?”

You look up at them all. “You know don’t you?” You question, tears staring up again.

Your questioned was answered by the sympathetic looks starring at you.

“It started after I got my first period; the touches, the groping, the walking in on me while i showered. It only got worse as I developed more. He constantly made me try on bras to ‘make sure they fit correctly’ while he watched. My own father” you began explaining. “And not long after my 15th birthday, his best-friend, someone i considered my uncle, took me out for a ‘late birthday day dinner’ but ended up raping me in his car in an empty parking lot.” You continued explaining. “When I was 17 my dad and his best-friend killed them selves, but it was ruled out as unknown circumstances” you finally finished, the tears much more heavier this time.

Everyone hugged you again.

“I love you all, I really do” you stated one last time.

They all simultaneously tightened the hug; and that’s when you knew you found the family you always wanted.

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[itty-bitty-mess]

Ok ok but think about it. A bitty sixbones.

OOOOH!! I LOVE that!!

Hmm, i think it wouldn’t be too out of the realm of possibility to make your own sixbones bitty. Considering their small size and extremely weak magic, i think it’d be pretty easy to get their forms to start getting all goopy and melty by injecting them with even the smallest ammount of DETERMINATION. Perhaps that’s the type of experiments bitties get subjected to in clandestine laboratories, to see the extent of just how much they can take before they dust.

TW: BITTYBONES AB//USE, BITTY WHUMP, BITTY T*RT//URE

TW: Body Horror?

Now, imagine a stray Sansy and Papy getting picked up from the streets, maybe believing that all the horrible pain and abuse they’ve endured is finally over and they’ll be taken to a warm loving home so they can finally heal. Of course, that is not the case and in fact, it’s a very curious scientist who picks them up.

Once they arrive to their new “home”, they are immediately placed in one of those surgery tables, held in place by strong sticky tape. They scream and cry and squeak in confusion, where are the warm beds and yummy food that the scientist had promised them on the ride home? The Sansy screeches and demands the scientist to free them but instead they both get injected with pure concentrated DETERMINATION.

Suddenly, the stuff they’ve endured on the streets looks like nothing compared to the agonizing pain they feel as their bodies begin melting. The Papy, much younger than the Sansy, cries in pain and screeches for his brother to help him. Finally, the scientist frees them from their restrains and, despite their melting forms, they drag themselves to the other. The Sansy just wants to embrace his baby brother in a hug, tell him that they’ll escape this horrible place together.

But once they finally hug, the Sansy realizes that their forms are melting together, combining into one. The Papy’s panicked screams sound muffled as he melts into his older brother. The Sansy is horrified, he doesn’t know what to do. Bones melt and combine with each other…

The next day, the new bitty abomination gets tossed back into the streets, trying but failing to move in their new form. The pain is unbearable and they wish they could just get dusted at that point, unfortunately, thanks to the new determination in their tiny body, they are much more resistant than the average bitty. So while maybe one day they’ll be able to dust, it will take putting them through something barely survivable for that to happen…

[undertale-museum]

Fanfiction

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1Feb24 complete

When Trigger Warnings not given, marked with *** if necessary.

Reminder: check tags on fic regardless of it tw’s given or not.

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[21] A Fixed Debt (+18, ***)

By undertailsouls3x (196k)

January 1 2017 - April 6 2020

_incomplete

Sans, Edge

Sans is dropped in Underfell

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[22] Six Skeletons, One Store Clerk

By mccloudydayz (249k)

August 24, 2017 - Jan 7, 2024

_incomplete

Reader, Sans, Paps, Red, Edge, Stretch, Blue +

Domestic, multiverse shennanigans

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[23] Aggre(g/v)ation

By Llama_Goddess (180k)

July 9th, 2018 - August 3, 2020

_complete

Reader, Sans, Red, Skull, later Mobfell

Domestic, lots o’ shippin’

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[24] Panic Room

By coco_finny (206k)

October 5th, 2018 - October 15, 2019

_incomplete

Swapfell Sans, Swapfell Papyrus, Reader

recovery, domestic

Note: past-slavery, past s-abuse

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[25] A Little Bit of Medicine [series]

By Skerb (46k)

September 11, 2018 - Feb 28, 2020

_incomplete

Depends on fic (Sans, Red, Stretch, Edge)

Fluff to naked canoodling +18

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[26] Meant to be Mine (+18)

By Catsitta (14k)

October 23, 2018 - Dec 16, 2018

_incomplete

Sans, Red

+18, kink

Tw: non-con, stalking

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[27] Sweet and Spicy (+18)

By Ravvi (25k)

Feb 21, 2018 - July 12, 2022

_complete

Swapfell Papyrus, Swapfell Sans, Swapfell Grillby

Tw: non-con, kidnapping

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[28] Don't Shoot The Albatross

By Gypsum Lilac (RyftWyrd) (29k)

March 3, 2019 - July 2019

_complete

Reader (enby), Edge

Mafiafell, 1950s

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[29] Burn Me Down

By Gypsum Lilac (RyftWyrd) (22k)

October 20, 2019 - November 11, 2019

_complete

Edge, Reader

Fast food domestic, mental health

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[30] On Top of the Bone Pile

By Lyrjok (422k)

January 13, 2019 - Jan 2, 2020

_complete

Reader (in band), Red, Edge, Blue, Stretch, Gaster Sans

Harem, eventual smut

Note: stop at 90

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[31] The Soldier and the Carnal Skeletons (+18)

By Writers_War_Zone (113k)

March 10, 2019 - Sept 8, 2019

_complete

Sans, Red, Horror, Blue

Animal instincts, harem, kink dynamics

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[32] Dirty Laundry

By popatochisp (162k)

April 20, 2019 - June 7, 2020

_complete

Swapfell Sans, Swapfell Papyrus, Reader

Domestic, romance

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[33] just buisness [series]

Catsitta (37k)

December 27, 2020 - October 2, 2023

_incomplete

Sans, Papyrus, Red

Mature themes (no sex), sugar daddy red

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[34] Bitty and the Beast

By Dreaming Mystic (59k)

July 12, 2020 - October 9, 2020

_incomplete

Ink, Axe (Horrortale)

Bittybones, beauty and the beast style, kidnap style

Note: bookmark

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[35] beast.

By alchemic (49k)

August 19, 2020 - Nov 27, 2021

_incomplete

Reader, Red

Beauty and the beast stalker style, financial trouble reader

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[36] Sleepin' with the Fishes

By Catsitta (28k)

May 22, 2022 - Jan 20, 2021

_incomplete

Red, Edge, Blue, Stretch, Sans, Papyrus

Mermaids, Mafia, Mobtale

Note: tw kidnapping

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[37] For the Forgotten Ones ***

By I’m_Sorry_Buddy (491k)

December 12, 2022 - Nov 11, 2023

_complete

Ink, Nightmare, Killer, Horror, Dust, Cross, UTMV ensemble

~Ink showed up late and the universe is overwelmed with corruption, lot of worj to do~

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[38] Good Boy (+18, ***)

by this_is_my_alt (133k)

feb 23, 2020 - october 25, 2023

_incomplete

Gaster Baster Sans, Fellswap Papyrus

domestic

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[39] The Things You Haven't Told Me ( ***)

By Nanenna (28k)

Sept 28 2018 - December 14, 2018

_complete

Underfell Ensemble

Note: teen pregnancy in past

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[40] storm (+18)

by nilchance (2k)

Nov 3, 2020

_one shot

Farmtale Sans, Horror

Rottencrop

[fl3shm4id3n]

ₗₒₚₑz ₙₛFW ₕₑₐdcₐₙₒₙ ₚₜ. ᵢᵢ

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴘᴇᴢ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ/ᴀᴠᴀᴛᴀʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Smut, bondage, fingering, face/throat fucking, creampie/facial, squirting, male masterbation.

A/n: I made another part because why not, I love this man. Sorry not sorry. Who should I do next? I'm thinking of doing a Zhang hc because I didn't see much of him, he deserves attention and love too.

Masterlist

ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏ ᴀɴʏ ꜰᴜʀᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴꜱꜰᴡ/ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅ, ꜱᴋᴇᴅᴀᴅᴅʟᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪꜱʜ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴄᴇᴇᴅ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪꜱᴋ.

Lopez is into bondage, he has a thing for tying you in many shapes and forms. He asks first since he wants you to be comfortable during the process.

While you're tied on, he has you laying on the bed and fucking your throat. He isn't too rough at first, but once you get the hang of it, he is going rougher. Don't worry, he often asks if you're doing okay since he doesn't want to hurt you.

Not only that but he is finger fucking your pussy, he believes since you're allowing him to abuse your throat, then you should be rewarded by him giving you a nice fingering. He is fingering you until you squirt at least three times.

Lopez for some reason likes lace on you, he loves seeing you wearing lace bras and panties. Seeing them hug your body, makes this man wild. He ends up ripping them off, but promises you to get you another set. His favorite color on you is black, red and pink.

If you let him have a pair of your used lace panties. He will masterbate for hours, smelling your scent already drives him wild, but this, sends him over the moon. He'll basically have your panties around his cock and fuck them, while thinking on you.

He is an ass man, but he'd also show your boobies some love. To him boobs are boobs, whether they're big, medium, or you got itti bitty titties. He will kiss, suck, lick, nibble and fuck them. He appreciates your girlies.

I believe that he likes to paint his seed on you. Where it's on your face, chest, or stomach. He loves to see his cum on you, even better if it's leaking out of your abused pussy.

1st position: Cowgirl, is one of the positions that Lopez loved to have you in. Watching you bouncing on his cock gets him off. Seen you become desperate while bouncing on him and see your titties bounce at the same time. He just loves it. Let alone the stomach bulge that you had done by him.

2nd position: Reverse Cowgirl, another one of his favorites. As much as he loves to see your face, he also likes to watch your ass bounce on him. This allows him to access more of your back, in which he gives you kisses and also plays with your pussy more, making you whine and moan more than you already are.

3rd position: Prone Bone, he loves having you lay on your stomach while he pounds into you. Those cute noises that you make due to the pleasure he was giving you, makes his ego grow. He'd also push your head into the mattress if he's feeling kind of mean.

4th position: Pretzel Dip, Lopez likes having you lay on your side while he pounds into you. Seen the stomach bulge from another angle, he adores. Whether you're human or a na'vi/avatar, you have a stomach bulge.

5ft position: Wheelbarrow, he isn't really mean during sex, but when he is, you're put in this position. You have to hold up yourself with your hands while he is pounding onto you and holding your legs on either side of his hips. It's kind of hard since you're basically using your strength to keep yourself up, but how can you since he is fucking you dumb.

6th position: The Seashell, if you're flexible, he will test your limits and why not by putting you in this position. It allows him to go deeper and he notices how you basically slip into oblivion. He loves to see you that way. For extra measure, he'll tie your ankles together.

If you ever use the safe word during sex, Lopez will stop right away and asks if you're okay or if you're hurt. If you wish to no longer proceed, then you both won't continue.

He'll get you cleaned up and cuddle you to make you feel better. He is a hugger when alone with you.

ₚᵣₑᵥᵢₒᵤₛ ₚₐᵣₜ

[with-bells-upon]

chapter three, a timeline of dying light- fic update

a community of feral bitty live and fight and survive- or die- in a half deserted neighborhood, within a failing city, in a timeline that itself seems on the verge of losing all HoPe. the story centers on Cade, a science sans bitty smaller than any of the local bitty, whose fascination with field medicine and bitty health leads him to becoming the local medic for the feral packs and warrens against many odds. with a past filled with abuse, hurt, and struggle, a very intimidating patron, and a mate easily mistaken for the god of death himself, here lie the bits and pieces of his story, as well as the story of the abandoned reaper bitty who fell in love with him, with glimpses of the pasts and struggles of the others who share the streets with them.

the smallest spark from the most flickering candle, can rekindle hope in the darkest of places... so yes, mostly fluffy this time through. tw for injury being tended. other than that, as always, mind the tags. https://archiveofourown.org/works/47889100/chapters/120977086

[vex-bittys]

How does the staff react to the "bitty whump" side of the bitty fandom? (Dont look if you're faint of heart, Tw rape, abuse, murder, betrayal, forced breeding etc)

*As far as the staff goes, Butter, Poff, and Honey are much too young to read/view that type of content. Syrup has long since decided never to leave the shop because humans are weird and untrustworthy. Bitty whump just confirms this for him. Edgar and Waffle severely disapprove of bitty abuse and harm because they often rescue bitties who have been victims of this. Miss Vex (character) does not approve because she runs a shelter and medical center that sees far too many injured or traumatized bitties.

*As far as me, Vex, as a person? Whump fic/art doesn’t actually bother me that much. I don’t seek it out, but if I see it, I’m not going to be triggered by it. I even wrote a (fairly mild) bitty whump piece for ammazolie once. I’m going to give a very long explanation below for why people who write, draw, or enjoy any type of whump media should not be demonized, but I also want everyone to know that it is ok to dislike and avoid this type of media. If it is triggering to you, don’t seek it out. 

*Please also remember that the creators of this media are human beings, so maybe don’t harass them or send them death threats? This is not up for debate or discussion on this blog.

*So I like psychology. I love the psychology of movies and stories. One of my favorite bits of media psychology is the reason that people love to scare themselves with haunted houses, rollercoasters, and scary movies. Some people genuinely enjoy the shock factor they feel when viewing or experiencing these things, but the deeply ingrained reason that we love these things so much? Control. Control of fear. No matter how scary the experience is, you know that it will end. You can safely put yourself in this situation knowing that it will only last the duration of the experience.

*Why is this important to the psyche? Because the world is downright terrifying, and one of the scariest parts of the big, bad world? Things happen without a reason. Things happen beyond our control. Things can happen to anyone at anytime. We need to be able to ground ourselves by exerting control over emotional experiences.

*Many people use whump media as a coping mechanism for trauma. They could not control the trauma that happened to them, but when creating whump media, they can control it. Some people use it to cope with a scary world by creating fictional situations that reflect that scariness. By controlling what happens, it gives the power back to them. Some people just enjoy the sense of excitement it gives them without causing harm to others. I can experience this and no one is harmed? There’s a thrill to that, a thrill that people would not enjoy knowing that an actual person or animal was harmed.

*I know a lot of people (especially young people) in fandom feel very righteously outraged that such things can exist. That’s the idealism of youth. Everyone experiences that at some point. That’s a young person’s reaction to the uncertainty and injustice of the world. There’s so much scary stuff out there that it’s natural to want to change it, but sometimes it seems like too big a problem to pursue. Instead, younger fans will try to stomp out whump because they see it as a problem they can tackle. Their extreme reaction to whump reflects the extreme uncertainty and lack of control they see in the world.

*One argument is the whump normalizes violence, including sexual violence and torture. They think that whump creators are setting a bad example for young people (though they themselves are young and can immediately determine that the situations dealt with in whump are bad). It’s not a matter of normalizing these situations for children. This is a matter of recognizing the difference between fiction and reality, and being able to view media without accepting that everything you see is normal or proper behavior. 

*This is something that comes with experience. We aren’t born knowing everything. As we grow up, we learn that fiction is not reality. We learn that sometimes media addresses negative or terrible things from the real world. However it is addressed, we still have our own moral compass to guide us.

*I have written whump, and I have written noncon both as a kink and as a crime/whump. Am I a terrible person who torments animals and condones rape? Hell no! I am a very outspoken advocate of more severe punishments for rapists and animal abusers. Creating something in fiction is not the same as supporting or condoning it in reality. I really hope some people read this and it makes them think.

*You don’t have to like whump. Lots of people don’t. Lots of people find it triggering, and that’s ok. The best thing to do if whump is upsetting to you is to avoid it. Don’t seek it out just so you can harass creators. Don’t seek it out at all. You control your online experience through the content and interactions you’re engaging in. Do what is right for you, but try to respect that not everyone views media in the way or for the same purpose.