#cw weapons mention

[elliot-rambles]

i am so scared of dissapointing my mutuals, especially with my art. this is why i'm terrified of posting/sending art-related asks in general - what if they don't like it? what if they think my art style is ugly? what if we accidentally offended them by doing something wrong? if i've sent you an art-related ask (can I draw you? etc) and taken more than an hour to complete the picture without an update its probably because I was scared to do it because of intrusive thoughts and anxiety yeeeeeaaaah needless to say that box cutter is looking real tempting right about now... :(

[loganslowdown4]

*Roman and Remus showing up late for the royal rumble medieval-style battle they planned for all the sides to participate in in the imagination*

Logan: So, you’ve finally arrived to your own… battle… what the hell are you both wearing?

(Remus & Roman are both in their skirts)

Remus: It’s our ass-kicking outfits, bitch!

Roman: Battle skirts mean we S L A Y

(Both strike a pose)

Virgil: Oh god, we’re gonna lose, aren’t we? How much is this gonna hurt?

Patton: Now now, I’m sure it’ll be fine! Like playing DnD, right? We can’t really get injured right? … Right?

Remus: Oh, I took safe mode off Poppacorn! There will be blood!

Janus: Wonderful, I so wanted to ruin my new caplet.

Logan: Sigh.

Roman: Get ready boys! Weapons up!

Virgil: Shit shit shiiiiittttttt

Patton: Language! AAAAHHHH *charges ahead of everyone*

Remus: *beaming with pride*

Logan: Huh. Fatherly protection instincts. Fascinating.

Patton: *covered in slime* No problem kiddos! I love you all SO MUCH *continues fighting*

Roman: Guys, who else is getting a little crush on Patton right now?

The Rest: Uh huh. Yep. Agreed.

[whump-in-the-closet]

when a living weapon whumpee only takes orders from ONE person. They’ve been conditioned to ignore everyone else’s orders. This means that after rescue, the team can barely get whumpee to drink or allow them bandage their injuries. One of the teammates manages to imitate whumpee’s handler by deepening their voice.

They stay out of whumpee’s line of sight, standing behind their hospital bed. “Drink this,” they snap, hating how they have to command this broad-shouldered ghost of a person. Without their armor, without their mask, whumpee looks like a wraith. There’s nothing behind their eyes. They play with the hospital blanket with twitching hands that have strangled and maimed.

When whumpee hears the order they stiffen to attention and take the cup offered with those still-shaking hands. But the cup slips through their fingers and lands in a puddle on the tiles.

They immediately tense up, shoulder blades flung so far back they touch. Their breathing quickens, waiting.

But nothing happens.

They give whumpee a new glass of cold water. This time, they lift the cup to whumpee’s lips and hold it steady, with one hand behind their head for support.

[paingoes]

Destroyer - Check Up

(Masterlist)

long time no simon

(Content: abuse apologism, non-sexual nudity, child abuse mention, child death mention, drug mention, insensitivity around addiction, brief weight mention)

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“Follow the light,” Dr.Martino turned the flash on. Delta traced its path with his eyes. He blinked out the afterimage against his eyelids. He jumped a little as the doctor pulled his hair back, tying it up in a loose knot for him.

“Stand.”

Delta got up from the table. It was a fairly standard routine at this point; he didn’t need to be told what to do. Except — he didn’t understand why Simon was there. The scientist was leaning back against the bookshelf, not saying anything. Delta felt a little tug of embarrassment as he pulled his shirt up over his head. He didn’t want Simon to see all of it. 

Delta wouldn’t dare hesitate around Dr.Martino, though. Martino knew he wouldn’t. He had known him the longest and was least likely to play games with him. He shrugged the shirt off, folding it neatly onto the table. He removed the loose fabric of his pants until he was standing mostly nude within the cold office. It would have been typical, almost boring — if not for the fact Simon was there, if not for the litany of bruises marked out on his body. 

He was ashamed of it. Dr.Martino’s gloved hand traced gently against the bruises. Some of their shapes were still imprinted clearly onto the flesh. A cable, a ring, a ruler. Not all of it was deserved, even Delta knew that. Paris had gotten out of control. But there was enough of it that he felt he had earned and it made him distressed to have the marks of his own failures so visible against his body. He didn’t want Simon to see it. 

Dr.Martino did some quick measurements. Delta was sure he’d lost weight recently, mostly from stress. The doctor examined the faint scarring around his neck, the afterburns of his own powers nearly frying the collar. 

He dimmed the lights. The soft pale glow of the X-ray equipment stood out against their dark surroundings. Martino guided him into one of the machines, instructing him to stay still. He did so. It moved with a soft mechanical whirr, maneuvering its parts deftly around his frame. 

“You can go,” Dr.Martino switched the machine off.

“Yes, sir,” Delta nodded, stepping outside of its confines. He pulled his clothes back on quickly, left his hair tied up. He exited without looking at either of them.

Dr.Martino carded through the X-rays, putting them all atop the table light. Simon shifted slightly.

“He’s been pretty banged up recently, hm?” He said.

“The psionics are designed to work under high stress. They can take a lot of abuse.” Dr.Martino shrugged.

“You don’t think Paris has a problem?”

“Paris has plenty of problems.” He scoffed. “Christ, I’m glad I never had a son.”

Simon still looked uneasy. Martino sighed, putting the papers down.

“You’re giving him more sympathy than he deserves. That kid is a menace. He always has been.”

“You really think so?” Simon’s voice was surprised, but not judgemental, “He’s always been so good for me.”

“I don't like sneaky. None of the actual good kids made it out of the institute. I used to have favorites, you know. Turns out the ones with an actual conscience don’t fare so well when it's time to drop the bomb. Nine times out of ten, he was the one they sent to deal with them.”

“You’re joking,” Simon balked, “I didn’t know they killed the rejects.”

“Oh, not all of them. A lot of them did get rehomed when they burnt out. But the hostile, powerful ones had to be destroyed. There was this one girl Stella — super nice kid. But when they tried to make her kill the animals, she’d freak out, start getting all mad. Ended up injuring all her handlers. So they sent Delta in. Crushed her like an insect. No hesitation. No emotion at all.”

He paused. “Of course, that’s what they were looking for. That’s why you have to treat him like an object. If he starts to value his own feelings, it all falls apart.”

The silence hung in the air. Simon glanced out the port window. 

“Sometimes I remember the last person in my position blew their brains out,” He says.

Dr.Martino laughed. It had caught him off-guard. Simon smiled, but it looked more like a grimace.

“I still think Paris is being too rough with him. It’s against his own interest.”

“His Highness is a fucking junkie. He doesn’t know his own interests.”

“That’s what I’m saying. He needs help.”

“Are you going to say something to him then?”

Simon didn’t answer, readjusting his cuffs with no real sense of urgency.

[redd956]

Mini Whump Prompt 121

"Why are you crying?" The robotic voice was still missing the little unique inflictions of human vocal cords, obvious synthetic emotion behind it.

Caretaker buried their face further into their palms. They could not look at the weapon they accidentally let into their house. They could not tell them that they needed to be scrapped for everyone's safety.

[forbiddentaako]

hazbin hotel characters as dnd quotes

ive already done this with ninja go might as well do it again asbjafdkbj

Husk: can that be a thing, can Alastor starve to death

Vaggie: no, you did not just fantasy eat soggy bread

Adam: he hits the whoa, and you hit the … die

Lucifer:I’m not in tip top shape I have fantasy depression

Alastor: that’s a 31. Eat your corpse

Angel: I’ll sell you crack I have some Sir Pentious: The only crack you have is your arse

Charlie: Nifty where did you put the ashes Nifty:of the deceased Charlie: ya Nifty: I cleaned them Charlie:where did you put them Nifty:the garbage

Angel Dust: she wants me? Sorry I don’t do women.

Vaggie: we’ve heard it with our own eyes

Lucifer: i’m having pregnancy sickness

Angel Dust: So what do you think, Angel becomes a male stripper? rolls nat 1

Angel Dust: one hand on my penis, one in Husk's

Charlie: will you be the truck to my other truck

Lucifer: next time i'm gonna cast the spell of internalized homophobia on Adam

Alastor: That’s my title actually Rosie: The aroace icon? Alastor: 😔 I’m not an icon

Charlie: that 17 I just rolled for hotness? flips hair Oh its leaving

[koshercosplay]

Saw that you answered questions so here goes. If this is outside the scope of this blog no worries ❤️.

This is a bit of a long question bear with me please. So I want to preface this by saying that I am not Jewish and this is more of a "is this anti-Semitic" sort of question. I am a young American woman who is considering buying a gun for self defense. I would need something small, easily concealable, and with reasonably light recoil, but I really don't think .22 is what I need, so I've decided on .380. Based on these needs and what I've shot the Walther PPK deeply appeals to me. Unfortunately, it has been the German police service pistol since 1931. I would be buying a new production, not a wartime pistol, but I want to know if you think it would be anti-Semitic?

off anon so i know when(if?) this gets answered

honestly I think it's a bit of a stretch?

like I know some Jews would probably not buy it, and it's sweet that you, as a non-jew, are concerned about this enough to ask. but also it's not something that would immediately strike me as "oh this person is antisemitic." it's also probably not something that the average person knows offhand? or maybe that's just me, I don't really know much about guns at all lol.

that being said though, if even the thought of potentially coming across that way makes you uncomfortable, you could always try to find a different one of similar make.

thank you for asking!

[tillywunderwing]

Other than Phoenix carrying a concealed weapon like a gun, who else would carry a weapon with them and what would it be?

Reginald carries a very small pistol in case of absolute emergencies - he doesn’t keep it loaded, though, safety comes first

Solaris is absolutely the type to just hide dozens of weapons in increasingly elaborate places

Caliente obviously carries a flamethrower. It is too large to conceal and he would make no effort to regardless

Hivemind has no traditional weapons but does of course have THE BEES which is about as good

Anna Ulanova has a very pretty knife

Fabricator carries exclusively poisons / smoke bombs

JJ doesn’t carry weaponry by default, but he does have undercover bodyguards at almost all times when he’s in public

[brainwashboy]

puppy half naked outside? so hot, you should imagine that we can all see you like that~

also i's really really love to hear about what this masked man with leather gloves would do to you

~🥀

In my defense, it's way too hot to be allowed right now >.< It should be illegal how hot it is! I'm not too nervous about anyone seeing because it's even darker than usual (no power :p) and we live far from others.

But the idea that someone could be watching is definitely...mmmmnnn... especially since I haven't exactly been keeping my hands where they should be

Ideally I would be totally unaware until he already had me, face to the ground and ass to the air. He'd pull up my shirt all the way so that my tits were exposed to the night, gagging me with it. Technically I could yell for help, but then everyone would see me like this! >\\\\<

Then he'd pull down my boxers just enough to shove a gloved finger in my cunt, definitely making me squirm at the weird feeling. He'd comment on how I'm already so wet. Had I already came? Of course I shake my head no because I really haven't, but he doesn't believe me so he just shoves another finger in me and laughs.

I end up with this stranger, possibly armed ( >///< ) completely draped over my back as he pounds into me with his cock. I'm barely dressed but he's fully clothed, even his mask is still on. I can hear him breathing heavily as he groans by my ear. He's probably gagged me with his own fingers by now so I can taste myself on his leather gloves. Maybe he's groping and smacking my ass, or maybe he's grabbing at my tits. Either way I'm clenching down on him and he laughs because I'm such a little slut for milking this stranger like this!

It ends with me sweating and panting, face down ass up, and a strangers cum dripping down my leg along with my own wetness. The last thing he says is that he's going to see me again soon and not to get too comfortable. I just have to pull myself together and act like I didn't just get my brains fucked out by a stranger and liked it!

[ferretpup]

now that i'm figuring out i'm objectum it's really weird cuz i'm attracted to weapons n shit ( guns, knives, swords, etc. ) but i'm mortified of them. like i want to kiss one lovingly and lay on my stomach while swinging my feet back n forth like a teen girl on the phone with her crush, but if i saw one in real life, i'd panic i think 😭😭😭

[ask-the-sexyman-squad]

wait wait are the twins moving, can I feel, can I can I can I

*reaches for DT* :3

//TW: blood smears/stains/splatters, and weapons under the cut. Carry on! <3//:

...oh lord: what a mess...

Yeah...it's best you don't touch a Sexyman, especially if they're pregnant. Then you'll have a dashboard of them coming to kill you greet you with their presence violently. Anon...what the hell went through your brain to think you could get away with this?

You went against three demons, one of them as a father-to-be, two guys with literal axes, a shapeshifter with strong survival instincts whose already protective enough as is, and a teenage girl who may look like she wouldn't hurt a fly, but has experience with a softball bat. That was not a smart move.

------------------------------//BONUS//---------------------------------

"DAD! Dad, dad, dad, dad, I did it! I did it!"

She seemed to be eager...but she was freaking out internally. How were momma and daddy gonna react? Then again...she would never tell them this happened. She didn't kill the anon: she was too scared for that! Alastor, Bill, DT, Ghirahim, Once and Mordecai took care of it...yet adrenaline filled her. Being non confrontational meant that she never started fights...but she was glad she and her found family finished this one.

"Yes you did, Little Miss Sunshine! I've never been prouder...but let's never do that again, alright?"

"That's fine with me!"

"Very good: now get yourself cleaned up, honey. I'll take care of the body."

"YOU ARE NOT EATING THE ANON!"

"...damnit."

So much for a good meal...

[preyduo-moved]

every time someone draws c!quackity with a massive weapon an angel gets its wings

[raising-harmony]

It's clear you need an heir, especially now. And N truly is that .. then you've been too lenient with him. Rebelling and speaking to the hydreigon that may as well slaughtered your lord .. how despicable! You must prepare him to take the throne immediately. Kindness is not a good teacher.

Hmmm.. well. Even if N was somehow ready right this second, that doesn't change the fact that he's like, 8. Or 9? Somewhere around there. So he's hardly gonna be suitable for a throne anytime soon. I guess kids that little have been crowned king in monarchies before, but Team Plasma is a bit of a different situation, isn't it? What kind of legendary dragon's gonna listen to a weepy little boy?

You have a point about his, ahem, rebellion though. I won't lie, I'm kind of infuriated with him right now! If he just stayed away from that door like we told him... Worst of all, Ghetsis told me early on that any kind of testing on N for insight to his abilities was strictly forbidden. How annoying. Think of all the things we could uncover if we understood how his mind worked.. Sigh.

But that's unrelated. I don't even know how to go about punishing children for this kinda thing. I locked the three of them in his room. That, and seeing the mess hydreigon left behind, is probably punishment enough already. I'm not all that keen on actually hurting the brat, no.

[lopunnears]

also, since she decided to talk on here: i know how to handle a firearm properly. have for years. it’s for specific limited purposes and i’d like for it to be known that it was 1. unloaded 2. wrapped up and 3. not meant to be taken out of its spot and handled by children. i have pokemon to help me most of the time, and, if i can’t use them for whatever reason—i have the bat for a reason too.

the world is overwhelmingly safe these days, but i need to stay prepared. just for a few things.

[rotteneldritchhorror]

Kinktober Day 4 ~ Gunplay

❄️Guns and Coke❄️

Pairings: Barry/Rafe Cameron

Summary: After a particularly rough night, without a place to go, Rafe finds himself breaking in to his dealer's trailer, somehow forgetting that actions have consequences.

Warnings: Gunplay (duh), drug use, dubcon due to intoxication (not due to the gun), intox kink, death/violence threats, mild fearplay, crying, bad spanish translations lol, implied angst, smut (mdni 18+)

Extra Tags: Oral sex, handjob, cumming untouched, dom/sub, dom Barry, sub Rafe Cameron, tenderness, praise kink, blowjobs with teeth, sexual inexperience, fluffy ending, literal sleeping together, breaking and entering, lust confessions, Rafe Cameron needs a hug, oral fixation, sharing clothes, trust kink

[habitual-creatures]

MF, HOW WOULD YOU KNOW IF SOMEONE STOLE ONE OF YOUR WEAPONS IF YOU KEEP FORGETTING WHERE THEY ARE??

I DO NOT FORGET WHERE THEY ARE, EVAN KEEPS TAKING THEM OFF THE TABLE AND HIDING THEM!

[ REGARDS, HABIT ]