#body modification mention tw

[amyinnile]

Amy nodded at her friend in agreement with that statement, although with zero squeamishness at the pain such techniques may induce. She observed this from the point of a scientist, a professional of a different kind than Celine who appreciated the historical and cultural part of the art of tattooing and marking of the body like any other thing ancient people did. Pain was also often an integral part of it all, not just a side-effect of the, in comparison to today, primitive tools and ways of doing body art back then. She adjusted her hold on the copy of the book she held, so Celine could take a look at the unfortunately only black and white images available between pages of text.

“Well I hate to disappoint you but although they could become priestesses, because of their menstruation and ability to give birth they were still not considered holy enough, which was why they could not perform sacred duties like dressing up the sacred image of a deity. But they could own their own property, which was not something ancient Greece or Rome was always happy to allow.” Amy’s lips slanted into a little sarcastic smirk like that was no news to her - many ancient civilizations’ views and overall treatment of women throughout the history of their existence were not always equal to that of men. As per usual.

Amy gave the copy in her hands another quick look, lips pursing as she thought about Celine’s question. “Maybe, if I got any fertility left to protect now. I’ve achieved what every deeply devoted ancient Egyptian strived for - immortality after death. But it came with a price.” She shrugged, seemingly not too bothered by it. There were things about her current state of being that bothered her but those were not the ones she’d just spoken of. “A good mosquito protection tattoo would be great though.” She joked, just to lighten the mood and show Celine that these particular topics never have and never would be sensitive for her. At least Amy thought they won’t become sensitive in the future but then again, who knew. People changed. She sure wasn't the old Amy anymore.

“Priestesses of the past were often connected to witchcraft, superstitions and rituals. Of course, I simplify this connection right now but does your former coven have anything similar to this?” She jutted her chin out towards the book she held. “How far back does your coven date to?” She asked, ever curious about the past, much more so than the future.

⌝ The werewolf mother leaned over at the mention of her name, elbow falling onto the couch as she did so, dark hair cascading down her shoulder. The direct request for her attention the only thing that actually drew her out of her own work. She'd been sitting with her legs crossed beneath her and iPad in her hands for...well, she'd lost track of how long she'd been focused on the recreation of Venus that Violet had asked her to do. Much like Amy she was still in the clothing she had worn to work but fortunately for Celine that was just sweatpants and a tank top with a sweater wrapped around her for warm, black socks that had little red cherries on them covering her feet.

⌝ "The way some cultures have been able to do tattoos and withstand that fucking pain, like fuck, they definitely deserved a baby after handling that," she commented. Really the idea tattoos these days were painful surely came less from them actually hurting now so much as traditional methods genuinely causing pain because there was no electronic function to speed up precision and process. "And some still do it too, obviously," Celine added, because in many places it was part of tradition to do tattoo work the old way.

⌝ Leaning back after getting a look at the images attached to what Amy had been reading she readjusted her legs, one foot beneath her while the other rested on the edge of the couch cushion. "I do like the idea of priestesses with the intention of like having kids though, not just like 'we're virgins forever,'" she commented, because that always felt kinda silly to her. "But fuck it looks brutal," especially seeing just how low some of the tattoos seemed to come across the body. "Would you do something like that?" Celine asked. "Like, get a tattoo for protection or fertility?"

⌝ Celine herself had tattoos, perhaps considered vulgar in nature, but like most magic things were about concept and belief. Celine having the word 'DIVINE' over her pelvis would to many read like some trashy tramp stamp but Celine had got it after her second son was born and she knew she was done having children, a reminder of her motherhood, of the potential she had within her even if she was closing that chapter of herself for the safety of her witch children.

[adrift-in-thyme]

Whumptober Day 20: “You will regret touching them”

Aaaaand now for today’s fic

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- Warriors & Time

- Summary: Time finds a wounded Warriors

CW for implied/referenced torture, captivity, nonconsensual body modification, blood and injury, and brief mention of vomit

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If he clenches his teeth any harder, Time is certain they will break.

He stands in the middle of a cell – small, cramped, and smelling of sweat and vomit and blood – hands in fists, heart thumping an erratic beat in his ears. A blue eye stares up at him from the corner, bright in a too-pale face. The other is sealed shut with swelling and blood. The proud green tunic is sullied as well, the scarf long gone. Blonde hair so meticulously cared for lies limp and filthy. Strong hands tremble, bound together behind a hunched back.

“Captain.” It is half a whisper, half a low growl.

Warriors makes a small, muffled noise as though trying to respond through the dirty cloth tied tight between his lips. Time’s fingernails dig into his palm.

Here before him sits the hero he and his brothers have spent the last week searching for. He should feel relief. All he can feel is red-hot anger.

But there isn’t time for that. Warriors needs him. His big brother needs him.

Sheathing his sword, Time drops to his knees. Puddles of blood dot the floor, some mere splatterings, others worryingly large. He pays them no heed, reaching forward instead to tug away the gag. Warriors breathes a raspy sigh of relief as it falls.

“...bout-bout time you showed up, S-Sprite,” he teases in a voice so hoarse it’s nearly unrecognizable. His breath catches in his throat and he coughs up a mouthful of blood.

Time does his best to ignore it.

“I’m sorry that we kept you waiting,” he murmurs as he sets about undoing the ropes that bind the captain’s hands and feet. The apology tastes bitter. What good does it do now? The heroes had gone as fast as they could. And still, they had been too late.

Warriors shivers, suddenly, and Time is struck by how very small he looks.

“But don’t worry,” he says, gently, trying not to dwell on the fact that his big brother should never look that way, “I’m here now. You’re safe.”

Warriors gives him a weak smile.

A few more short moments slide by, in which Time works to untie the ropes. They are thickly knotted, but he has slipped from far tighter bonds. And soon they fall away to join the filth on the floor. Warriors lets out a sharp hiss of pain.

“S-shoulder,” he explains at Time’s concerned look. “Dislocated.”

That can’t be the only thing out of place, Time thinks, bitterly. The way he is struggling to breathe speaks to a few broken ribs at least. And as for the rest of him…well, he can only guess at the extent of the damage.

Anger flares up in him once more. He shoves it down.

“I don’t have Hyrule’s healing powers,” he says, reaching into his pouch. “But I have a fairy. Her magic should be enough to tide you over until I can get you back to camp.”

Warriors blinks dazedly. “You…you’re the only one h-here?”

A grim smile pulls at Time’s lips. “Yes. I came across this place entirely by chance. The others were taking a short rest and I saw no reason to drag them along on a search that would likely lead to another deadend. It’s alright, though. No one is here anymore…except for you.”

If they had been they would have regretted it, he thinks, bitterly.

Pushing the dark thoughts away, he lifts the bottle out of his pouch and unscrews it.

“Here, this should…”

He stops short as the fairy darts forward. The lighting in the room is decidedly dim, which he supposes is why he hadn’t seen it before. But now in the pinkish glow of the fairy’s magic it’s painfully obvious.

The word “murderer” is carved in jagged, blood-red lines into Warriors’ left arm.

Time’s vision goes crimson.

“Captain…” It’s everything he can do to keep his voice level. Suddenly, he’s a child once more, kneeling on the battlefield, begging his brother to stay alive, to stay with him. He’s a child being hurtled back through time without truly understanding what that even means. He’s a child being laughed at and thrown aside by the man he has been tasked with defeating.

He’s a child helpless and weak.

Late. Much too late.

“...did they do this to you?”

For a long moment, Warriors doesn’t reply. He merely watches the fairy do her work, gaze dull and almost detached. There are tear-streaks on his cheeks, Time realizes now, curving through the patches of blood and dirt.

“Their fa-families died in…in the war,” he murmurs at last, voice hollow and defeated. “They…they blame me.”

Time forces himself to take a breath.

Of course, they do. That is always the reason the traitors give, as though placing the blame on the hero can assuage them of their own guilt, justify their horrific deeds.

“Well, they’re wrong,” he says, firmly. “And believe me, anyone who does a thing like this was never in their right mind in the first place. You do not carry the blame of a war you didn’t even begin, but fought bravely to end. You are a hero, captain, not a murderer.”

Warriors drags his gaze up to him, something terribly vulnerable within it.

“Y-you’re really somethin else, Sprite,” he whispers, breath hitching. A small smile tugs at his lips and somehow it makes him look even more young and broken than before. “How c-come you say everything like…like you mean it?”

Time places a gentle hand on his good shoulder and he seems to melt beneath his touch.

“Because I do. I meant every word. Why hide from someone who can always tell when I’m lying?”

Warriors chuckles, slightly. It almost sounds like a sob.

The fairy finishes her dance and zips back to Time.

“I’ve done all that I can,” she whispers. “The word that they hurt him with…I lightened it as much as I could.”

“Thank you,” he murmurs, inclining his head. And with a soft jingle, she disappears. He turns his attention back to Warriors. “We’ll see if there are any spells or potions capable of stopping that from scarring. There is no reason for you to carry the false burden they have placed on you.”

The captain merely gives a small nod, eye downcast once more. His shoulders are uncharacteristically slumped and he hugs his arm to his body, as though eager to hide it. At the sight, the anger abates somewhat, replaced by the ache of his heart.

How dare they do this.

Time reaches out and draws him into his arms. Warriors slumps, bonelessly into his embrace, trembling slightly with pain and exhaustion and emotion.

“It’s alright. It’s over,” he says, softly, echoing the words Warriors had soothed him with so many times during the war. “I’ve got you.”

Carefully he rises, lifting the captain up as gently as he can. He wants nothing more than to tear this place apart, to find those who did this terrible deed and make them wish they had never been born. But his priority right now is Warriors. He needs rest and healing and for that cursed word to be wiped off of his skin. He needs safety and reassurance.

Vengeance will have to wait.

Though if he has his way it will not wait very long. The perpetrators were gone when he got here, likely cowering from the punishment even they knew they deserve. But once he finds them – and he will – he won’t hesitate to do what must be done.

No one touches his big brother without coming to regret it.

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1251

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

TW: infertility | nsfwhump | mentions of noncon

An AFAB whumpee really wants kids and has done for ages. Thus image the trauma when after being recused from their kidnapping, they discover they were made infertile from the torture Whumper inflicted - incidentally their dreams of starting a family are ripped apart from them.

Alternatively: AFAB Whumpee instead discovers they are pregnant post recuse - but to their horror it's Whumpers kid. Now Whumpee has to live with the fact Whumper has such control over Whumpee that they control their deepest desire.

[whump-in-the-night]

so ive had this idea for a whump scene... defiant whumpee annoyes whumper enough that they cut out their tongue- they can still scream, but no more insulting whumper

and when whumpee is rescued? could be great :3

oooh, that could definitely be interesting! Permanent mutilation isn't really my cup of tea, but I definitely think that a lot of folks in the whump community would be very interested in that <3

[justletmereadmycomics]

CW for descriptive speaking about body horror, blood, and overall lack of grammar tl;dr the average painful-turning-into-a-monster-transformation-sequence media isn't whumpy enough and people need to dive more into shit like turning into merfolk and mutating into weird hybrids that are in the uncanny valley of "feels like my body but not" also please note that this is all just my opinion and experience in media consumption and you are free enjoy what you like; im just bored and felt like rambling with 0 grammar or punctuation today.

hey guys I like seeing people go through intense painful physical transformations with an affect on their mental state that either makes them scared of them selves or forces them to do horrible things that also scare them and can I just say that werewolves are so underwhelming like yeah sure you get taller and turn into a buff ass furry boo hoo go cry about it like most of the time you're not even aware and it only lasts for a fucking night

give me shit like turning into a siren/merperson where they have to feel themself molting and their skin squeezing on their body as scales start to grow and they start mindlessly scratching every where from the pain when uh oh your legs are failing but you can't think about that now until whoopsie daisy your lower limbs are melting together and your pants are magically whooshed away once you're past the nakey parts also did I mention the wonderful possibility of growing fins everywhere and experiencing those tear through your muscles and skin whilst they grow on your back and arms and already painful and foreign feeling tail and also your vocal cords changing to be able to produce siren song shit in a way that makes your throat feel like its being mauled from the inside out oh yeah and also having your eyes fall out and regrown wouldn't that be a fun idea anyways vampires are about the same except a little better than werewolves bc they at least have the possibility of dealing with "the hunger" tm and way more weaknesses that can make them miserable like not being able to be in the sun or eat food anymore bc your body can't handle it one of the better examples ive seen is the one in ROTTMNT: The Movie, where (be warned of spoilers) characters are "possessed", so to speak, and this shit goes on

its a very good movie, highly recommend it (the sereis has two seasons, and I haven't found the movie off of Netflix) also blood and struggling to adjust to a now permanent mental impairment/disadvantage/damage in a sense of "you're not human anymore and so you now have to deal with [blank] thought processes" (eg. someone gaining dragon shit would grow an affinity to hoarding things, not noticing such until their home is incredibly cluttered with piles of shiny items and hating themself for doing something so "inhuman")

things that ive seen that fall in the good transformation category are: demons* birds work most of the time, but you have to give them a beak and shit. also the wings can't just grow out of them painlessly.** most fantasy based anthros, really.*** most mutations seen in TMNT shows (that shits known to be painful bc it alters your DNA mostly through science rather than the normal mystics) bugs *only horns and a tail? weak. give 'em goofy legs and a snout or some shit, spin in a few animal traits just for fun. mental side effects that are nice for these guys tend to be a sudden lust for darkness (or just a sudden intense lust) **I recommend something like their arms falling off, OR something similar to the process in Haibane Renmei (tw for blood and minor body horror). An alternate option that I haven't seen would be to have the arms morph into wings themselves, but none of that grow feathers and get little longer bullshit. Character should feel their bones changing, the flesh forming to create a new limb and feathers piercing their skin like needles. Yes feathers are regularly soft, but imagine having a hundreds of tiny pinprick like things poking out of you and getting longer.

***this does not include fairies and unicorns. The only acceptation for these is character having weird magic fluxes and this becoming an effect of such. for example, if character is becoming a fairy, they will feel themself being compressed as wings either grow from their back or are summoned in a blast of magic that basically cuts them open where the wings "attach" so to speak.

[jonesatheart]

Body Modification

"Hey, pal."  

Casey closed his eyes with a soft groan. "I'm dyin', aren't I?"  

Raph chuckled and tousled his hair. "No, ya not dyin', drama king."  

"It's somethin' bad if I'm in'e lab and you're here without Don. If it was fixable you'd'a gotten Don as soon as I started wakin' up. So what's wrong with me?"  

Raph shifted. "It's complicated. It's fixable, it's just gonna take a few months."  

Casey hummed. "What'd I break?"  

"Nothin'."  

He lifted his head to look at Raph. "Then what is it?"  

"You feelin' okay to sit up? Ya were pretty doped up when we first found ya." 

Casey nodded and pushed himself onto his elbows. "Yeah. Honestly. I'm feeling pretty okay considerin' it sounds like ya had to go all mission impossible for me."  

"Yeah, well. They weren't tryin'a rough you up too bad. Kinda just happened. Don says ya didn't have many defensive wounds so they probably ambushed ya and dosed ya pretty quick then kept ya under the whole time. Ya been in and out here for a few hours too." 

"You're bein' weird, Raph."  

"I'm really sorry, Casey," he answered quietly, unable to fully look at Casey. "We really...we failed ya this time." 

"Okay, now you're just scarin' me. What happened?"  

"We think they took ya from your apartment. I got a text from you sayin' ya made it home fine after patrol and...based on the time line either they jumped ya right after ya sent it or they just sent it themselves."  

Casey felt his heart rate kick up as dread settle into his chest. "Raph, what day is it?" 

"It's Wednesday. They nabbed ya late Monday, early Tuesday. We don't always talk durin' the day and bein' out, we slept late. April's ben outta town so it wasn't till we tried gettin' a hold of ya about comin' over for dinner that we knew somethin' was wrong. It didn't take us long to find ya after that though. They didn't even really fight back about it. Just let us take ya."  

He cast a warily look at his friend. "They being?..."  

"The Dragons. We brought ya back Tuesday night and Don ran some tests to make sure you were okay, got ya started on an IV and some other stuff we nabbed from a few ambulances, and you been sleepin' off whatever it was they gave ya."  

"So it's like a full twenty-four hours kinda thing."  

"Close to, yeah."  

"And I guess it has somethin' to do with?..." He raised his left arm which was bandaged from the elbow down to his knuckles. 

"Yeah."  

"Do I wanna know?" 

Raph shook his head. "Ya really don't."  

"I wanna see it."  

"Case-" 

"Raph-" 

"It's a tattoo. It's...It's their tattoo." 

Casey went still. "What do you mean 'their tattoo'?"  

"I'm sorry."  

"I wanna see it."  

"Casey-"  "It's not goin' anywhere and I'm gonna have to deal with it. Let me see it."  

"Okay." Raph held out his hand and Casey gave him his arm.  

"Hey." Casey rested his other hand over Raph's. "This is not your fault and I'm not mad at ya."  

Raph nodded. "Let's get this off and then ya can decide how ya feel."  

Casey stared at his arm as little by little  the outline of a purple dragon appeared, the tail first just under his elbow and ending with a severed head on the back of his hand. It was impossible not to recognize. A near perfect recreation of the one on Hun's arm, but condensed to his forearm where it could never be out of sight. The severed head either a threat or an accusation. 

He started gagging and Raph snatched the small bin off the floor and shoved it into his hands. He stood by his friend, holding back his hair and keeping the trash can steady.  

"Donny!" Raph shouted. "Get in here!" 

Donatello rushed and took the trash can from Raph. "Was he complaining of any symptoms before he got sick?" 

"He just threw up when I showed him his arm," Raph replied, massaging one of Casey's shoulders.  

"The shock of it then," Don nodded.  

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"When can I get rid of it?" Casey asked, his voice dull from exhaustion and throwing his guts up. It had taken a while, even after his stomach was empty, for the his body to relax and stop dry heaving. Even then he was still shaking.  

"From my research, at least four months. Maybe up to six." 

"After that?" 

"Laser removal is an option. But the coloring does make it difficult. Thankfully they didn't have time to fill it in, but purple is one of the more difficult inks to remove. And. Scarring is always a possibility."  

Casey nodded and leaned into Raph who slipped an arm around his back. 

"I know you're not going to want to, but taking care of it is going to be really important. Keeping an eye out for infection and making sure the skin heals properly can help prevent scaring. We can always help you with that. But the faster it heals, the sooner we can look more seriously into removal options."  

"Thanks for takin' care of me, Don."  

Donatello reached out and squeezed his wrist. "That's what family does."  

"Family looks out for each other, we already talked about it, we want ya to hang out here till we can get you a new place," Raph told him. "That's not an offer. I'm tellin' you that's what gonna happen," he clarified when Casey looked like he might argue.  

"It ain't like they couldn't find me at the shop or somewhere else if they really wanted to," he grumbled. 

"Doesn't mean we gotta just hand ya over either." 

"They're not gonna kill me, Raph. If they'd wanted to do that they'd'a done it already. They want me to live with this. They don't need to get revenge beyond this."  

[spymeister]

@citizensofcybertron ---------------- Stupid, fraggin', useless aft transport.

He knows that parts of the Decepticon -Autobot Front lacked resources and materials, but he never thought it would get this bad. Cosmotrail had been a decent mech, before an anti-transport shell had taken him down with extreme prejudice. Following the waste not, want not grittiness of survival— the now empty shell had been retrofitted into an actual transport.

Despite his own pragmaticism- it's HARD not to find it creepy.

He'd had a split second to deliberate the unfairness of his functioning before a secondary shell finished the first shell's job. The last half of the transport had been reduced to slag and super-heated metal, and forced the five odd mechs aboard it to jump ship or risk being killed. Shadowstep had been the last off, right before the retrofitted corpse had been destroyed in an explosion—

— and the first mech reduced to scattered parts as another shot took him out.

It'd been his light-and-sound show that had managed to distract the gunners long enough for him to engage his gliding panels- snarling as he weaved and wove his way through the streamers of tracing rounds as they tried to follow.

Behind him, two more of his team fell- their screams cut off in the shrill shriek of the plummet past his audials. One shot, luckier than the rest- is enough to send a round clear through his right shoulder. His secondary arm unfurls from its hiding place- snapping out to hold the first arm in place so that they remain airborne

The second pulls out a modified blaster and returns fire as he spirals closer to the ground.

The landing is far rougher than he likes- but he manages to slam into the surface of the planet beneath him behind a ball of debris. It's enough to shield him from the worst of the firefight long enough for him to get his bearings and do damage control and inventory.

Whipcord has also made it, but like his mission leader, he's likewise wounded. His audial vents flick this way and that, red optics swiveling to Meister as he holds his own wound closed with one hand.

::What's the op, Mes.::

Meister flicks his optics to him, then snarls- leveling his blaster out over their shoulder- and towards an Autobot behind him.

"Survive, Whip. S'what we do."

[nuvomica]

Fam like this has zero hate in it but how is gender affirming surgery any different from the ones you hate? It's literally purging the parts of your body that you or society can't accept and it's kind of just as devastating and sad. I agree with you that people should do whatever they want with their body but also like it's kind of awful to see someone suffer so much that they have to go to surgical solutions.

This is why it's so interesting to me!! And this post is super rambly with no clear answer because I'm me and I'm learning all the time!!!!!!

Your opinion is yours, but it is super interesting that upon the topic of surgery, your mind goes to 'purging the parts you hate'. Gender affirming surgeries aren't always 'cosmetic', aren't always found through suffering. Who am I to draw lines and cast aspersions? To me, it feels like as much of a grey area as most debates are, especially as I try to stay aware of my own inherent biases vs my personal issues with gender and appearance.

For example, breast surgeries. Done to combat cancer. Reductions because of back pain. Reductions for convenience. Implants for gender affirmation (for trans and cis ppl). Implants because of previous medical reductions. Or literally any number of reasons.

At what level is it 'okay' to get something done, if in my opinion, there is a level of 'not okay' at all? 'Okay' being a loose term as it is, because I certainly don't mean morally, but as a point of, say, condemning societal pressures on people. It would be presumptuous of me to ever look at something someone does for themself and say, "well that's not okay."

Is convenience a medical reasons or a cosmetic reason? Or is it neither. Is it that there is not enough clothing and aid out there for someone who is inconvenienced by large breast size? Is it that there isn't any clothing that fits cutely, that t-shirts stretch, that lingerie doesn't come in that size? Or is it inconvenient enough that it either causes their back to ache if they're too active for too long or with chronic pain that doesn't ease at all?

What about those who get surgery on their tubes or uterus, not for 'medical' reasons, but for comfort? For taking control back? For (here it is again) convenience? For gender transitioning? How could I ever hate a surgery like that?

Meanwhile, in my personal view, seeing someone get a nose job for purely cosmetic reasons is sad to me. Why did they feel they have to do that? What sort of pressure have they face throughout their life to take them to that point? But what right do I have to judge? None, other than that I am a part of the same society that made them feel their nose was not acceptable. I do not have a broad, hooked, high bridged, or flat bridged nose, so what standing do I have to judge at all?

What about someone who loves plastic surgery as they love art? For whom body modification is a joy, or as I said before, is about control. Should I be pitying them? I don't, right up until they change something I personally view as 'sad' to change. Isn't that strange? Where did I find this moral high ground from which to look down and feel pity? What arbitrary measure have I developed for what parts of the body are 'sad' to alter?

I wouldn't go up to a stranger in public and say, "I'm so sorry you got your nose done." So why do I feel comfortable pitying the actress who had a face lift? (Rhetorical, I know the objectification of celebrities is a core reason here, but it serves my point).

It goes further. At what point is a surgery 'just' a body mod? Someone getting an ear piercing to combat headaches or allergies. Someone getting their ears or genitalia taken off so they just have a hole. Someone gets bottom surgery. Someone getting their earlobe pierced. Someone getting their eyebrows tattooed because theirs don't naturally suit their gender expression 'right'. Someone getting the name of a loved one on their arm. Someone getting laser hair removal. Someone getting their eyeball tattooed. Getting their incisors capped to points. Veneers. Tongue splits. Acrylic nails. My view is already biased by a Eurocentric upbringing and the conservative nature of my town, so.

With my own biases, I do feel a hate for buccal fat removal. I do feel a hate for cosmetic nose jobs. I do feel a hate for brow lifts. I do feel a hate for hair transplants. I won't deny that. You're right, I do feel shitty that gender is so ingrained in appearance and the value therein that trans ppl can feel so devastatingly unhappy about their own bodies. At the same time, I don't feel someone getting top or bottom surgery is 'wrong' in doing so, and I do not pity them.

Oh not to even bring up teeth. This debate starts all over again at teeth. Cosmetic, comfort, medical.

My original post and my continued thoughts are never a condemnation of the individual undergoing a surgery, only on the pressures of industry and society. It's my frustrations with sexism, racism, transphobia, and fatphobia.

Gender affirming surgeries happen all the time for cis people, including very invasive ones, and I just want to be extra aware of the hypocrisy and more intense scrutiny towards trans people getting similar surgeries, you know? Especially as someone who experiences dysmorphia but not gender dysphoria.

It just comes down to all these questions, and then further still down to personal philosophy. As is the case for most of my personal philosophies, I find it hard to make blanket statements set in stone, because there's always context. There's always further understanding to be gained, if not in my own, then in hearing of how others understand.

What right do I have to feel sad? To hate?

Where is the defining line between cosmetic, comfort, and medical, if there is one?

[antiendofuzzies]

vent

I really hate how some alters in our system deny some of the trauma that happend to us and try to pretend that it wasn’t that bad like one of the littles I take care of is a yorkiekid* and it makes me really sad that that is their system role -🪅 from 🌌🩷

*A yorkiekid is a syskid/system little that holds trauma related to having body modifications against their will or without their consent. This may be considered a subset of other terms

im sorry, sometimes alters just can't remember or are in denial and there's not much you can really do about it. We really hope you're safe and okay now

((sorry this isn't a very good response, we're not sure what to say))

[oc-aita]

AITA for trying to save my partner’s humanity?

So, I [F47] am typing this up after a major fight. My partner, [F43] who we’ll call D and who I’ve known since college, isn’t speaking to me. Little background, we don’t consider ourselves dating, but we do live together and have a cat named Po (short for Polysaccharide). We’re life-partners. We are also colleagues, and work together at a scientific foundation that I’m keeping vague for privacy reasons.

D has horrible self-esteem issues, particularly about body image. She’s self-harmed in the past, and over the past decade has been making more and more mechanical modifications to her body, the most drastic of which is replacing her perfectly healthy left eye with a mechanical one that has a camera. She calls them ‘augmentations’, I call them abominations, and I suspect she’s using this as a coping mechanism. We’ve long argued about how far you can go before you’re no longer considered human, and she insists that humanity lies in the brain rather than the body. I, as a biologist, disagree.

A few days ago, after I got home from work, I go down to the basement only to find D performing some sort of surgery on herself, specifically her leg. By which I mean she sawed it off and was stopping the bleeding from the stump. I panicked and tried to put a stop to this madness. There was a bit of a scuffle, I don’t think either of us realized what we were doing, but she ended up more severely injured than she already was and I took her to the hospital.

They managed to reattach her leg, although D was against it, which is a relief. When she woke up from the procedure, she started screaming at me, saying I had a savior complex and never stopped being catholic, about how I was trying ‘to save her soul.’ (I was raised in the church, but I’ve long since left.)

I think she’s insane and that what she’s doing is self harm. AITA?

[cyborgsrcool]

Jade Neumann / 21/24 / She/Xe

(Normal Outfit, Past [21])

Backstory: Jade was a college student. He attended the same college as her friend, Robin. Jade was interested in going to a protest against the corrupt laws the president had passed, and Robin tagged along. When the protest turned into a bloodbath, Robin was able to escape, but Jade wasn't. When she woke up next, she had a new body and a lack of memories. The only thing she could remember was the gruesome details of her own death, and the man hovering over her as she bled out.

Likes: the human parts of her body, rock music, baking, painting+sculpting, exploring places, jade (the gem), the moon

Dislikes: the robotics parts of her body, Ivan (somewhat), her lack of memories, romance movies, blood, mannequins

[mad-hunts]

“So, what were you whispering about?”

huh. on the outside looking in, the club currently behind him didn't actually look like such a dump, barton thought. and what a peculiar line of thought that was. especially considering he knew what kind of people lied within it, as well as the man himself who ran it. they were all manners of trashy in his opinion. but hey, if someone was willing to do business with him here, then how could he refuse the offer to come here? a sigh came from barton as he finally got done with talking in a very low voice with the owner of the establishment. and this was because they were talking about something highly illegal, which barton personally had no qualms with doing — though the GCPD or any stray passerbys might.

the man was a complete creep and was known for being a fan of the unusual, in a way that even rubbed someone like the dollmaker the wrong way. he wanted something rather untraditional out of him; to commission a 'doll' for him that would only have one thing altered about the main body of it due to how much he missed a certain someone. and normally, barton would've said no on the spot due to just how messy operations like this can get when emotions like love are involved, but he could not deny that the promise of favors was often a very persuasive method to get him to change his mind. you could only do so much with money after all but favors? the things that you could do with them were pretty much endless, honestly.

barton tried not to think too much about the fact that he essentially just allowed himself to get bribed by someone, however, and fished a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket's pocket. it was sort of a chilly night in gotham and so he naturally busted out something that would keep him warm; one hand reaching to grab a cigarette and the other, holding a lighter up to the tip of it to set it ablaze. but that was before someone suddenly popped up out of seemingly nowhere to talk to him. which, made him accidentally burn himself as the lighter nearly fumbled out of his hand because of how she startled him. barton had physically recoiled in response to being scared by the other and let out a groan: both slightly in pain and in disbelief while he tried to regain his composure.

❝ oh my god, have you ever heard of saying hello before you approach someone? i mean... what the hell? i didn't even hear you, are you trying to be some kind of flake or something? ❞ barton groaned once more as he rubbed his hands down his face for a moment and rolled his eyes as he turned his face away from the other for the time being. ❝ people are so weird. why do you want to know what me and him were talking about? ❞ he asked the other, raising an eyebrow at her as if he was genuinely confused. though it was all an act as he knew that whispering to someone had a tendency to look pretty suspicious, ❝ we were just talking about something private with his family, that's all. which isn't exactly the kind of thing that you want to broadcast to the world... you know? ❞

with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, the lighter he was holding once again came to light as he flicked it on, lighting the end of his cigarette. maybe if he acted like he didn't care, then she would leave. but people in gotham were usually too stubborn for their own good.

[c0ntr0lledchaos]

Febuwhump day 11 alt prompt: Human Weapon

 They remembered that he showed up out of nowhere in a flash of light, scorching the grass beneath his feet. Called himself Dr. Bathel Somsny. He wore clothes nicer than anything their people could even dream of and shared beautiful gifts with the people of the town. His loyal guards were monstrous, towering over even the tallest of people in town. They had horns like a bull and tails with spikes on them. They each had limbs made of a strange glowing metal that and had enough strength to lift a house. Even so, the doctor commanded them with complete authority.

 He wowed the people his abilities, creations, and his actions to better the town. When their enemies attacked he protected the town, when their crops didn’t grow he fed them, and when their mayor was caught stealing taxpayer money, he dealt with him. People started calling him a god.

 It wasn’t long before people started worshiping him like one too. They build shrines and statues dedicated to Lord Somsny, bowed before him when he walked the streets, and gave up whatever they had when he asked them, all in hopes that he would continue to bless their town. So when he asked someone to follow him, they did so happily.

 Now, they didn’t even remember they name, or anything about their past. Only what they new about Lord Somsny. Their mind had been broken and scattered beyond repair, and their body reshaped into something they will never recognize again.

 their body had been sliced and diced, mechanical parts added where their organic flesh was removed. Their eyes were replaced with lenses, fingernails replaced with razor sharp claws, teeth replaced with sharpened metal, and the joints in their arms and legs replaced to be stronger and faster. He also added things to them, things that would make them better, he claimed. Another set of mechanical arms were added below their own, three wings implanted into their back, and even more sets of eyes attached to their head or implanted in other parts of their body.

 Their world was full of pain, the only reprieve being their reward after successfully following Lord Somsny’s order’s. They couldn’t think through the pain, living in a constant state of waiting for their next instruction in hopes of getting some relief. They couldn’t form words through the fog that was constantly clouding their mind, unable to talk or communicate properly. They were stuck in their own mind with nothing but the pain and people in white coats to accompany them. Their body moved in jerky movements, struggling though the pain and moving on instincts.

 Blood dripped off of them as they walked down the white hall, bright red standing out in the otherwise colorless environment. None of it was theirs. They were lead by people in white coats, chains heavy on their neck and arms. Their bare feet slipped a little on the cold floor, smearing blood as they did. They groaned as the scientists pulled them forward to keep up, their muscles straining. They were eventually pushed into their cell with only one set of footsteps following them. The sound of dress shoes on tile echoed off the tile.

 They turned at the noise and saw Lord Somsny standing before them. They bowed their head, unable to fight the instincts that had been implanted in them. Lord Somsny stepped forward, hand raising to gently pet the top of their head. Their heartrate picked up from the praise. After a moment, they felt a pinch in the side of the neck before Lord Somsny’s hand was removed and he stepped back, praising them for a job well done with a syringe in hand.

 They sagged as the pain started slowly easing and their body was able to relax after such a long time. Lord Somsny left them, door shutting before a sprinkler on the ceiling turned on and rinsed the blood from their body. None of it was their own.

 They fell to their knees as the water stopped. The pain reliever flooded their system, causing their muscles to relax for the first time in weeks. Their shoulders sagged, even as a they shivered from the cold water. Slowly, they laid down on the floor, exhaustion taking over as they relaxed.

 Their head hit the floor before they realized, mechanical eyes closing slowly. For the first time in days, sleep came easy to them.

Character from my WIP: Dimension Traveling and Other Mistakes

[classically-tragic]

In a knock down drag out fight with myself over getting a vertical labret. can’t decide if I actually want one or if it’s my annual October meltdown

[marvelstan0905]

Interruptions

Kenji Sato X FEM!S/O! Reader [afab]

TW :Smut/explicit language and descriptions/ implied sex/brief Emi mention/Mina cameo/Mixed POV/ pnv/ fingering

⚠️MINORS DNI⚠️

©all rights reserved. the modification, translation, and plagiarism of my work is strictly prohibited.

Hours and hours of baseball, taking care of Emi, dealing with the KDF, his dad and other mental exhaustion, Kenji was stressed. Relief, yes relief that's what he needed and what better way to do that than with his lovely partner. The minute he got the chance to pin his partner down, Kenji got to work.

"Mhmm..sweetheart..what's gotten into you?"I kissed him back with equal fervor whiles tilting my head. I wrapped my arms around his neck.

Kenji's heart skipped a beat as his wife kissed him, her words sending a shiver down his spine. He savored the feel of my arms around his neck, my body pressed close to his. As I whispered into his lips, a sly smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

"Mmm..I just miss my girl..and I miss being inside you"He huskily replied shamelessly, his hands roaming across my thighs, gently squeezing my skin. My skin felt hot as he was being so goddamn shameless.

"You know you can't be saying such lewd things?" I breathed shyly as he pulled off my shorts and panties, tossing them behind him. A sultry chuckle left his lip as he bit down hard onto my neck causing me to whimper.

"Why not, huh? MAKE ME STOP. I can say things ALOT worse than that" Kenji whispered, challenging me to even TRY IT, whiles nibbling on your ear. Kenji wasn't gonna waste time with clothes, he was wanted his girl NOW.

"W-Well..K-Kenji..d-dont be so vulgar" She flushed whiles tilting her head. I wasn't expecting any late night love making. Especially Kenji's forward and lewd behavior. Usually he was so so soft and sweet, didn't seem so today.

"I said make me baby, now shut up and let daddy take care of you "Kenji rasped firmly and dominantly. My mouth closed with a squeak only for a gasp to fall out as Kenji plunged two fingers inside me.

"K-Kenji" I gasped as my nails dug into his biceps. My legs tried to close on instinct but Kenji spread them open with his knees still keeping me pinned against the wall.

"Aww..You're so wet already..Good for me cause we don't have much time" He was right. Emi was gonna wake up in about an hour. Kenji liked taking his time with intimacy, he enjoyed worshipping me and showing my body the most delicate care but not today. Kenji gently slid his fingers out and gave me a passionate kiss on the lips. "I love you so much..god I need you." He whispered in reassurance and slight desperation.

"I love you too, my love" I smiled. Kenji unzipped his jeans quickly before taking his hard cock out of underwear with a slight sigh of relief. I yelped slightly as he picked me and didn't even hesitate before stretching my pussy open. "K-Kenji"

Dear God, the sigh of relief this man let out as he was welcomed by your warm, tight velvety walls. It was as if all stressed vanished. Kenji's hands tightened around his lover's hips and he began pounding into her relentlessly. "Y-Youre such an angel, my love. Y-Youre so good to me. So beautiful. A good girl. And all for me" Kenji grunted letting out a guttural groan.

My brain turned to mush the second the head of his cock hit at my sweet spot. My back arched into him and my head fell back as moans left my lips like a broken record.

"C'mon, baby. You. Can. Be. Louder. Than. That" Kenji's thrusts deepened and increased in pressure with each word. Each brush against my g-spot sent me spiraling as my eyes rolled to the back of my head and my walls tightened around him.

"Atta girl. You're so tight..christ" Kenji groaned. His fingers were digging into my hips as he relentlessly pounded into me with no chance of easying up or stopping. My moans raised in pitch and volume. My hands dug into his biceps. "You're so close, aren't you, my love? Make me a mess for me. Do that for me?"

If I could answer I would but he was so deep and so goddamn good at making me come undone, I couldn't even respond. My brain short circuits with each thrusts. I screamed his name like prayer, because he felt so good. I could see stars and what looked to be heaven as my orgasm washed over me like a wave. Lord almighty, he always succeeds to make me make a mess all over his cock. Kenji smirked in triumph, a brush to his ego.

"That's it, my girl. Y-Youre doing so well. I-Im so close and I'm gonna fill you up, okay? Make you all nice and warm" Kenji whispered tracing sensual kisses all over my jaw. I was sensitive and the way he was going, I was gonna cum again.

"Pardon the interruption, but Emi has woken up early" Mina's voice broke my state of bliss of bliss as we heard her voice through Kenji's watch. Kenji cursed and almost yelled from frustration. He was so close to finish line.

"Interuptions. Interruptions." Kenji groaned annoyed as his hips still didn't stop moving. "Give me five minutes."

Kenji moved with extra vigor and desperation. He was so close. His thrusts were deep, fast and erratic but they remained constantly hitting my sweet spot. My toes curled once again as I felt the heat washing over me again. Kenji let out a long groan as he finally caught his relief and his seed filled my womb. I panted heavily from the second orgasm in a close time period. Kenji kissed my cheek and lips, affirming me.

"Well done,my beautiful girl. I'll come take care of you just now. Give me a few minutes and we'll go for round two okay?" Kenji whispered into my lips. I just nodded still blissed out. Kenji pulled himself out and laid me down on the bed. Giving both of us a quick clean clean before shuffling to elevator to take care of Emi. Mina, ever so present kept pestering him.

"I'm coming. I'm coming"

-The Lord will forgive me for the filth I have posted and he will forgive YOU, for reading it🥺 If you guys want more smut..uh..let me know..because I need some time to process the filth I have written for daddy Kenji😈 I love you. Stay safe, drink water and stay hydrated and healthy🥰

Credits to @soranatus for the gif😊

[sharry-arry-odd]

"It's interesting that when these individuals choose–and it is their own choice always–to endure voluntary amputations for their own personal benefit, society professes itself shocked and disapproving. Yet this same society respects the concept that any individual should risk total annihilation in war, subject to the judgment of any superior officer at all and for purposes ranging from a promotion for the lieutenant to higher profits for the bullet company. Hell, they don't just respect that idea, they flat out expect it. And they'll shoot your ass if you don't go along with it."

Geek Love, by Katherine Dunn