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black-dresses-band-fan · 8 months ago

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A Guide to Black Dresses (Band)

Who are Black Dresses?

Black Dresses is a Canadian musical band, formed by two women, Ada Rook and Devi McCallion, who are both artists on their own.

The band was formed in 2017, following their first ever single - Paper Planes (cover of MIA).

Devi and Ada started the Black Dresses project when they were friends, however they're currently in a relationship and implied to be married to each other.

They started the Black Dresses project, as a form of venting, and did not expect to blow up in the slightest. However, following the release of their debut album - WASTEISOLATION, they gained attention of the internet. With their unique sound palette, dark and vulnerable content of the lyrics, and general surrounding of enigmatic no-name artists, they started to quickly follow with underground cult following.

Gaining much praise, getting a score of 9 out of 10 from Anthony Fantano, and especially, becoming viral over the song "IN MY MOUTH".

Unfortunely the band diss-banded after harassment that Devi received from the internet users after they found her online presence and internet footprint. Both Ada and Devi didn't really like the attention they gathered. So in 2020, they stopped making new material. But did in fact release old unreleased stuff all up to 2022.

In 2023 they announced working on their 7th album and making new music. Releasing more singles and uploading little snippets on them working. Confirming that way that they're a band once again.

The musical style

Black Dresses musical style is based on mixing a lot of genres. As an underground artists, Black Dresses are influenced by a lot of lesser known styles and genres coming from the outsider world of music.

You cannot really explain their sound in simple words, but i'll try. Their genre is often described as "Noise Pop", but they're much more than that.

I'll try to describe their general sound, but i will go into more details following the guide's part about each individual album.

Most of all, Black Dresses are an electronic band, they do use real life instruments, mostly guitars and drums, but it's mostly electronical elements.

Black Dresses mixes elements of Pop, Industrial, Noise, EDM, Rock, and are mostly described as extremely experimental.

To lesser extent they also use hip-hop, ambience, metal, glitch, synth, and screamo.

Their vocals are rather amateur, which shouldn't really scare you, as it just adds to the charm. They're also notable for their usage of screaming vocals.

Themes of Black Dresses

TRIGGER WARNING: CSA, Abuse.

The main themes of Black Dresses music are:

Mental suffering,

Living with mental ilness - such like depression or severe anxiety,

Coping with trauma - mostly from their childhood, and the sexual abuse they went trough from the hands of adults in their life.

Healing from those experiences, seeing hope in the future.

And environmentalism - raising awareness about the issues of global warming and pollution.

But there's ofcourse many more songs that don't follow these themes.

Black Dresses often get accused of being "edgy", however you shouldn't perceive them like that. Their music is full of real struggles that both Devi and Ada are going trough. They do NOT romanticize or fetishize the themes of their music, nor they sugarcoat it or exaggerate it.

Not to mention their music is full of hope for better tomorrow and wanting to improve, giving it all a positive message.

Release guide

2018 - WASTEISOLATION: Their debut album, definitely the darkest in terms of themes. Essential for every fan of the band, the best place to start. Mostly lighter in sound, doesn't incorporate as much noise as following releases.

Really accessible for newcommers.

2018 - HELL IS REAL EP: A 5 five song EP making a bridge between WASTEISOLATION and THANK YOU. It's a bit moodier than the previous project, but also it's a place where Black Dresses started to use more screaming vocals and noise elements.

2019 - THANK YOU: Second album, much more surreal in the sound palette, much noiser and more electronic. Black Dresses at this point got a little less personal in their lyricism.

2019 - DREAMS COME TRUE 2019: A sequel to their first ever project together, DREAMS COME TRUE 2017 which i'll mention later. It follows 3 WASTEISOLATION songs re-made and re-worked. As well as one brand new song.

2019 - LOVE AND AFFECTION FOR STUPID LITTLE BITCHES: Black Dresses (succesful) attempt at poppier sound. Much less crowded instrumentals and simpler, catchier beats. Doesn't belittle their noise elements and screaming ofcourse!

2020 - Peacefull as Hell: Black Dresses most popular album after WASTEISOLATION, got an extremely positive review from Fantano and semi-blow up on the internet. A fan favourite.

Black Dresses production got more professional.

The sound is much lighter and goes into the direction of electronic pop rock.

2021 - Forever in Your Heart: Black Dresses heaviest project to date. Ada and Devi at their most industrial and metal. A lot of screaming and noise. Another fan favourite.

2022 - Forget Your Own Face: Their latest album, as for the time of writing this guide. Their most disorganised project (which was intentional), full of distortions and noise and screams. It was a surprise release and is made from re-made unreleased material going as back as 2019. It contains some of fan favourite songs.

Other notable work:

2017 - DREAMS COME TRUE 2017: First ever released collaboration between Ada and Devi, a short 4 song EP.

2017 - LETHAL POISON FOR THE SYSTEM: A 3 song EP in collaboration with 99Jakes and Laura Les - a member of 100 GECS. Includes first single Under Black Dresses name.

2018 - CRUSH: Single, a cover of Tessa Violet.

2020 - 745 Sticky Remix: Black Dresses remix of 100 Gecs song that ended up on the official 100 Gecs remix album.

2023 - Shines: Single, a collaboration between the band Purity Ring and Black Dresses.

Merch and how to support them

Black Dresses ocassionally releases their albums on cassettes, however they were all limited and are currently unavaible. No official CDs or Vinyls were ever made.

You can buy at any time Black Dresses hoodies or T-shirts on https://black-dresses-merch-store.creator-spring.com/

(Ada also sells her merch on that)

You can buy their albums over Black Dresses bandcamp, or support them directly trough Patreon.

You can also contact Devi or Black Dresses trough an e-mail and show your support with words!

[email protected]

(Please do not send this e-mail to anybody who could harass them)

That's all, i hope you'll have a wonderful time listening to our gals! :DD

Black Dresses Extended Universe Guide

What's that? You're interested in checking out Ada's and Devi's solo stuff? Well, it might be much more confusing or interesting than you think, in fact, it's a whole rabbit hole. So let me introduce you to, what i like to call, the "Black Dresses Extended Universe" (BDEU or simply BDU).

BDU is a collective of every side-project, nickname under which one of the girls released music, or any other band that contains either Ada or Devi.

Ada Rook's side of EU

Let's start with Ada Rook, since there's a little bit less going around her.

Ada started releasing her music in 2015, following her first OST for her game (as she's a game dev), and her first EP in 2016 "void memory".

Ada used the nickname "rooksfeather" or simply "rook", however after the release of "Parasite" she started using her full name.

Ada's solo discography follows 8 EPs, 4 Soundtracks, and 6 albums. 7th one on the way

Her musical style is similar to Black Dresses, but more into industrial and rock side of things. Her older music used much more ambience and was darker, moodier. Her recent style incorporates much more screaming and poppier sound. However, in case similar to Black Dresses, each album have it own distinct sound.

She also released one album with an artist called Deathirl, "DEATH IN REAL LIFE" and it's extremely rare media, not even listed on RYM. However reuploads of it exists.

She have one Alter-ego, called "Crisis Sigil" Under which she's doing extreme grindcore. Crisis Sigil released 2 EPs and 1 Album.

Ada is also a part of 2 other bands beside of Black Dresses,

"rook&nomie" is a collaboration between Ada and ESPer99, they released 2 albums. Their style is much more poppier than anything else that Ada does.

"Angel Electronics" is a fresh new band formed by Ada and Ash Nerve. They're doing power electronic rock, and their sound is more joyful. They released 1 album so far.

Notable Ada Rook releases:

"Shed Blood" by Rook

"Parasite" by Rook,

"2,020 Knives" by Rook,

"UGLY DEATH" by Rook,

"Rookie's Bustle EP" by Rook,

"GOD CUM POLTERGEIST" by Crisis Sigil,

"ULTRA PARADISE" by Angel Electronics,

"Superego Royal Jelly" by rook&nomie

Devi McCallion's side of EU

Wow, we are in for a heck of a ride... Oh well,

Devi started releasing her music since the age of 15, however most of it is probably lost media at this point. She's putting music out on her own label - Blacksquares, Under many different alliases and side projects, i'll talk about each one later.

Devi's style is mostly indie pop, influenced by sub-genres like dream pop, synthpop, ElectroPop and simply underground pop.

Her music is often simplistic and cartoony, but it's hard to explain her signature style in words.

But it's worth checking out.

Devi rarely releases anything Under her real life name, mostly singles. But she did release 2 albums Under her real name together with Katie Dey, mixing production of both girls.

Devi used many different nicknames trough her career, such like Dizzy Girl, Devi April McCallion, Vriska Serket, Walking Patriarchy and The Little Fears, however all of these names aren't connected to any specific releases, as far as im aware (Devi's music is a huge Rabbit Hole, full of lost media and rare material).

It's also worth mentioning that she released a compilation of her unreleased material Under the name "Blacksquares", it's titled "LIFE IS HELL (ASMR)".

Okay, so now we are going to talk about each one of her musical projects. We'll start with 4 of the most essential ones, then the more obscure ones, and we'll finish it all with Devi's other bands beside Black Dresses.

1. EAT BABIES? - A name she really doesn't like to be assiocated with, so it's better to treat this project as a fun fact, rather than the core of her career. EAT BABIES? was her first ever project (that we are awere of) Under which she released 2 albums and 2 EPs. It was much more amateur than what she's used to do now. And she doesn't like to associate this project with herself due of the fact she was much different person back then.

2. Mom - is her second most popular nickname. It was her primary stage name for a long time untill 2015 when she came out with "Girl Rituals".

Mom released 5 albums. And semi-blow up with a song titled "joyfulthought". Mom is a time when Devi really started to work on her pop sound and signature style.

3. Cats Millionaire - the third most popular Devi project. Cats Millionaire was active from 2011 to 2013. Released 2 albums, 4 EPs and 2 mixtapes.

Cats Millionaire is characteristic for overall theme of My Little Pony, since Devi used to be a brony. The lyrics and aesthetic are all about MLP. The sound was much more soothing and toned-down than most of Devi's releases.

4. Girls Rituals - Devi's current main allias and her most important project that's still active from 2015 to this day. Under that name Devi released most of her music, and she really perfected and evolved her pop sound with each and every release. Beside of many singles, she released 2 EPs (one with Ada, one with 4lung, however the second one is since deleted because of the 4lung allegations), 1 remix album, 1 instrumental album, and 5 albums. With "Reddishness" being Girls Rituals fan favourite release.

Now, Let's get over every other side project.

10 Chains - only one instrumental album have been released. It's noise/ambience.

Doro Doro Dono/More Bears- Just one single released each for two of these projects,

traptraptrap - 2009. one album released. Despite the name, it's her usual pop stuff.

Triangle Giant - named after one of Devi's bands, only one EP released. ElectroPop.

Yellow Bile - 3 EPs released. Usual pop stuff. One of the EPs are lost media.

Tiny Magnesium - Really obscure stage name for her usual pop sound. 2 short albums released.

Leader Misty - Pokemon themed 2008 project, one instrumental album.

Holographic Rainbow - Only the soundtrack to the discontinued web comic (of the same name) have been released.

Hexi Wing - name she used to release her self-spoken erotic fan-fiction. You're probably not interested in that 👀.

Now, last but not least, Devi's multiple bands before and after Black Dresses.

Dr. Massive and The Headwound Extravaganza - was a 2008 electronic band that released mostly covers of rock songs. Only one album have been released and the band is 100% discontinued right now. Devi was responsible for programming, drums and vocals. There also were

Mike Will Smith - percussion and vocals,

Allan Burke - synthesizer and vocals,

Jonathan Oscar Cianni - programming, bass,

And Sensitive Bear - bass and vocals.

Unfortunely i couldn't find any info about the band members.

Giant Triangle - A band where Devi used to do vocals from 2008 to 2016, the band had a lot of members that went and go, but it seems their only official release is an 2020 EP. Usual electronic and pop.

The Various Endeavors? - a 2009 band who's appearently still active? They released one synth punk album, and a compilation of unreleased tracks in 2021. John Bevier and Tyler Bruce are in the band along-side Devi.

VCF Freq - A collaboration between Devi and Boy Pussy, they're doing minimal techno. They're Technically still active but their only 2020 EP dissapeared from any streamings. It's thankfully archived on Soulseek.

Anarchy 99 - A collaboration between Devi and So Drove, they're doing electronic pop rock. They're still active from 2020 and actually release new material consistantly. A couple of singles have been released and one album.

Notable Devi McCallion releases:

'Self-titled" by Mom,

"3" by Mom,

"Fun Fun Fun" by Cats Millionaire,

"Reddishness" by Girls Rituals,

"Im Desperate" by Girls Rituals,

"CRAP SHIT" by Girls Rituals,

"Cow" by Girls Rituals,

"Rockstar Super Heat" by Anarchy 99,

And that's all there is to BDU ;)) have fun Discovering it! ❤️

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victimeyez · 21 days ago

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The Dollhouse

Chapter 28 of Professional//Victim

Tommy is paralyzed for his client, and begins his role as a doll.

CW: Captive whumpee, intimate whumper, drugged whump, dehumanization, "willing" whumpee, medical whump, medical torture, doll whumpee, doll fetishization, desecration of remains, and strong horror elements.

Dae-Ho opened the door with a warm smile and eyes filled with excitement. Tommy recognized him from the brief video chat they’d had over Caius’s phone.

“Tommy, Caius, Sam! You came! Please, please come inside!” He ushered them in like family long since seen. Stepping into the foyer, Tommy took a quick moment to take in the place. The lobby more resembled the waiting room of a spa, designed to be warm and calming. A wax heater perfumed the air with some scent, clean and slightly sweet. A fountain feature built into the far wall made for an exquisite accent, incorporating rustic slabs of warm-toned river stones with a little waterfall trickling through merrily. It was carefully fashioned to appear naturalistic, leaning away from a cool cement design that could bring to mind cemetery features.

Neatly aligned chairs and couches were offered for anyone waiting, furbished with a soft tan hide and cushy padding tight enough to still offer support. An enormous persian rug carpeted most of the room, light and clean with dark blue accents to help balance the warmer tones. There was an office attached, and a small counter crafted to still appear open and welcoming. A soundscape of soothing nature sounds permeated quietly, accompanied by string instrumentals light enough to calm but not depress,

I could never afford to die here, Tommy thought. There was a distinct feeling he always got when they visited the ritzy places many of his clientele inhabited. Truly, it was almost the same that he felt in his life before. As an impoverished punk in ill-fitting thrift store clothing, whenever he visited anywhere that displayed a modicum of wealth, he got a distinct feeling of being alien and misplaced. I don’t belong here. He knew it, and everyone else did, too. He did his best to act otherwise, but he simply couldn’t hold his space the way people experienced with luxury could. Especially now, deprived as he was within his meager living space. Even the rest of Caius’s house felt too fancy for his worth.

If Dae-Ho judged him, he did not show it. His eyes twinkled excitedly behind his horn-rimmed glasses, kind and inviting. He was exquisitely dressed in a fitted black suit, with subtle paisley dyed slightly darker in a shadow-like effect. In lieu of a tie, he wore a well tied cravat of magenta with a matching pink and white pocket square. He wore shiny saddle shoes with shiny magenta laces. If he had donned a top hat and a cane, it would not have looked out of place.

“Tea or coffee for you gentleman?” Dae-Ho swept a hand towards a stand beside the desk, laden with various coffee and tea accoutrements.

“Coffee sounds good,” Sam suggested.

“I wouldn’t turn down an earl grey, if you have it. Would you like anything yourself, Dae-Ho? Tommy would be happy to serve you,” Caius asked, his customer service voice in full force. Dae-Ho smiled and waved his hand easily.

“Nonsense! You are all my guests, I am excited to have new additions to the tea party. I make everything for it myself, though dinner tonight will be catered so we can maximize our time together. If you’d accompany me to the mortuary, I have a sanitized space available where you can prepare Tommy.” Dae-Ho took Tommy’s hand in his and squeezed lightly, giving Tommy a giddy look as if they were sharing a private joke. He led them back down a couple hallways, followed closely by Caius and Sam.

There was an electronic keypad Dae-Ho unlocked to enter the lab, and he held the door for Caius and Sam without letting go of Tommy’s hand. His grip was oddly gentle, his hands a little damp, the only indication he might be nervous. The flooring inside was a black and white tile dotted with intermittent drains, with a wall of morgue drawers along the back. There was a main slab in the middle of the room, but it resembled an adjustable hospital bed more than a classic metal autopsy table. No railings, allowing for easy access, but it was padded and covered in a shiny laminate for cleanliness. Other rolling racks and trays were stored neatly to one side. Sam whistled, looking around appreciatively, as if being shown some kind of pornography for custom labs. There was an acrid smell to the room here though, a far cry from the melted wax scents in the foyer.

“I have something special for you, Tommy. I had it tailored to you, per those measurements Caius sent,” Dae-Hold told him, dropping his hand to go collect his gift from one of the cabinets. Tommy wasn’t aware of any measurements Caius had sent him, but he knew Sam occasionally took his body measurements when he lost weight. Dae-Ho came back with a long and thin gift box, wrapped and tied thoughtfully with a silky red ribbon. The bow it culminated in looked complicated, and he hesitated to touch it when Dae-Ho set it on the slab before him.

He had been trying to read Dae-Ho since they met eyes at the door. There were plenty of things he could surmise about him from the state of the manor, the decoration, and his personal sense of style. It was interesting how he was treating them like friends, dropping the formal pretense of a business transaction in spite of his careful state of dress. Tommy had anticipated being regarded as a doll from the very start, not that Dae-Ho would acknowledge him and act so fondly. He had asked Tommy to say hello to him over the phone, but Tommy had dismissed it as a kind of wind-up doll desire. Pull the string to hear what your dolly has to say!

What he couldn’t tell yet was Dae-Ho’s intentions. His joy and hospitality felt very genuine, regardless of the circumstances.

You know this, you just can’t quite put your finger on it. What does a doll have to offer?

“Tommy?” Dae-Ho prompted, when the gift wasn’t readily accepted.

A doll offers…

The coin dropped. He remembered then, something he had already forgotten that he knew.

A doll offers companionship. He wants a companion. One without needs, one that never disagrees or dislikes the things he likes. Companionship without the emotional risk of genuine human connection.

A people pleaser. Specifically, a Dae-Ho pleaser. I can do this. I can be this doll.

Tommy shifted gears abruptly to accommodate, straightening his posture and smiling brightly. Dao-Ho flinched in surprise, but Tommy was tuning in.

“Wow, this is beautiful Dae-Ho! You are so thoughtful. I’m afraid to open it, it already looks so nice, I don’t even know where to start,” he gushed, touching the sides of the box reverently. He tipped his head down slightly to look up at him through his eyelashes, giving a shy but flirtatious smile. Dae-Ho’s eyes immediately widened, giving him a broad grin back, even taking a step closer as if Tommy had magnetized him.

“The pleasure is all mine, I wanted you to have it. Would you like help opening it?”

“Yes please,” Tommy said, giving him a little embarrassed smile. Dae-Ho’s eyes gleamed manically, and he tugged on one end of the ribbon, drawing it slowly to watch it unfurl.

When he lifted the lid, Tommy got a look inside. It took a second to make sense of what he was looking at, but after his experience with all the strappy nightmares Caius put him in, this one was easy to figure out. Unfolded, it was a thickly braided wire armature with leather straps attached to buckle it on. It was shaped a little like a stick figure with no head. He could make the leap without an explanation - this would buckle like a body harness onto him, with a wire skeleton that they could use to pose him. He tested a wire braid with his hands, and it was pretty strong, but still bendable by hand with some force.

Tommy felt nauseous looking at it. He’d known he would be paralyzed, but this felt grotesque. The threat of impending helplessness made the little color he had drain from his face.

“You’ll be the best dolly,” Dae-Ho reassured him. Tommy kept his forced smile, but he held it with a grim resolve.

“Thank you Dae-Ho, this is very special.”

He numbly followed orders to strip, and stand there naked, his arms and legs held away from his body as the armature was attached. The wire at the top had a smaller ring that attached the metal spine through his collar. He supposed it was easier to get it on before he was paralyzed, but once it was on, he was out of time to remain autonomous. Stiffened now with the armature in place, Dae-Ho generously helped him onto the table. As he laid down, he felt as if he was resting his head in the cradle of a guillotine. When Sam lined up a tray of shots and leaned over him, Tommy imagined the rope in his gloved hands, ready to cut it and get the session started in earnest.

“What I’m going to be administering today is a series of pain blocks at the base of each limb. These are localized anesthetics that will prevent any sensation at all throughout each appendage, until it starts to fade after about seven hours. He also will be unable to move the limbs at all. I had one of these done when I got surgery on my arm – I had to hold my arm in my other hand when I walked for the rest of the day, otherwise it would start swinging like dead meat from my shoulder.”

Dae-Ho laughed like Sam was telling a joke.

“The only parts he’ll be able to feel, or have any muscle control, will be from here-” Sam drew imaginary lines with his finger over where Tommy’s thigh connected to his groin over to the base of his hip, severing his legs completely.

“-to here.” He drew lines from the base of each of Tommy’s shoulders down through his armpits.

“Ah…” Dae-Ho flanked Tommy’s other side and reached out to touch him, stroking an appreciative hand down his chest to his stomach.

“So smooth,” he complimented.

A gentle hand like that could have been something Tommy enjoyed, but under the circumstances, it revolted him. Dae-Ho’s hand stopped just above his groin and he held Tommy’s hip instead.

“Will he still be able to feel pleasure?”

Tommy’s stomach churned. Sam looked slightly put off, as if disgusted by the idea. Like he hadn’t unloaded down Tommy’s throat the night before.

“Yes, he should still be able to feel…everything. Like that.”

“Good,” Dae-Ho breathed. He reached up to touch Tommy’s lips, tracing them with a finger. As part of his “dollification”, Caius had used a lip stain on him that made them look pinker and plumper. He’d even glued on false lashes, delicately curled to give him a more doll-like appearance. The final touch had been the colored contacts, wide emerald irises on top of his natural greens.

“I have a few rules for you, so I need you to listen closely, okay?” Dae-Ho reached up to tap his own ear, as if instructing a toddler. The top of the wire armature was uncomfortable against the back of his skull under where Tommy was laying. He nodded.

“One - dolls are always happy.” Dae-Ho smiled and pointed to the corners of his mouth. Tommy answered by mirroring his smile in a mirthless mask.

“Good! Two, dolls do not speak. If Dae-Ho wants you to speak, Dae-Ho will tell you.” Dae-Ho pointed to himself, as if it was not clear, even when slipping into third-person. Tommy nodded. It would be a nice break from trying to guess what the right things to say were, at least.

“Three, dolls do not cry. Dolls are happy to be with Dae-Ho, dolls do not speak and complain, and dolls do not cry. Okay?”

Hadn’t he just been thinking about that? It was eerie. He definitely hadn’t said anything about it to Dae-Ho, and wracking his brain, he couldn’t recall Caius saying anything about it. They hadn’t discussed it in the short video call.

Sometimes he did this with Caius, when he would say something and Caius would look at him like he’d just read his mind. I was just thinking that! Are you having one of your little psychic moments, Tommy? He would ask playfully.

Psychic - as if. If he was, he would have run before Caius could take him. Maybe he wouldn’t have agreed to finally go to church with Mom, for just one Sunday. If he hadn't gone, he never would have met Caius’s mother. He never would have met Caius. And sure, cancelling would have disappointed Ma, but that wouldn’t have been any change of pace.

“I’ll go start the tea. When I come back - we follow the rules, okay?” Tommy gave Dae-Ho a mechanical nod, and he breezed out.

Tommy counted ceiling tiles while Sam cleaned a spot by his hip with an alcohol wipe. He hated needles. He didn’t usually go weak at the knees about them anymore, not after all the hundreds of injections they’d put him through over the years. Vaccines, antibiotics, scar treatments, anesthetics, muscle relaxants, steroids, cocktails Sam cooked up and didn’t even tell him what he was being injected with. Not to mention, more stitches than he could count.

He remembered, suddenly, something he hadn’t thought about in a long time. His piercer, back home, a lifetime ago. She worked out of a tattoo parlor with no name, just the generic TATTOOS sign on the side of an old road in a bad part of town. His bad part of town. But she was gentle, as gentle as one could be with a needle, and he knew because he’d gotten other piercings elsewhere.

Anika was tall, making him feel especially small when she stood before him as he sat on the edge of the tattoo table. She was so pretty, with all her piercings, her voice deep and sweet. He’d liked her short hair, but her new braids looked good too, loose strands framing her face with the rest swept into a high messy bun. He liked the way she laid her baby hairs, in tiny little curls around her hairline.

“Alright, don’t forget to breathe. Quick pinch. Breathe in…” Tommy took a slow breath in, and the needle slid through the shell of his ear. She quickly slid the piercing into place, leaving it in as she retracted the piercing needle. “-aaaaand breathe out. Good boy, you always take it like a champ.” His heart fluttered a little in his chest, the way she said it.

Words like that were different nowadays. Maybe that’s why Caius chose him. Saw his hopeless need to please somehow, and decided to make Tommy please him.

Sam pushed the needle into his shoulder. Breathe in, Anika said, an echo from years ago. He breathed in, slow. The numbness started to streak down his arm immediately, and Sam pulled the needle out. Breathe out…good boy, Tommy, she complimented. It didn’t matter that she never called him Tommy, when he knew her. It didn’t matter that she never even remembered his name.

She talked him through each injection, comforting even as Sam worked with clinical austerity. Tommy focused on his hands, making them into fists, relax, fists, relax. Curling his toes, uncurl, curl, uncurl. Until they felt weaker, and weaker, and numb, until he couldn’t feel them at all. Like they’d been amputated, no signal at all that they were even there.

The best he could do was wiggle a little by tensing his stomach. His limbs, the bulk of his bodyweight, were suddenly dead weights, fleshy anchors he couldn’t unbind. This wasn’t just being tied up - he was completely imprisoned in his body.

Tears welled in his eyes before he could stop it. It felt like the contacts might actually help a little as he blinked them back, trying to compose himself. Sam returned to his side, holding a steel water bottle.

“Open,” he coaxed, twisting the lid off. Tommy did, but Sam pinched his nose anyway, pouring the water into his mouth. At least, he’d expected water, but there was a kind of chemical taste to it, something sweet. He swallowed it to keep from choking, but when Sam pulled the bottle back, a pink trickle dribbled down the side.

Bastard, Tommy swore internally. He should have guessed Sam was drugging him when he waited until Tommy was unable to move to have him drink. Caius pulled a tissue from his bag and dabbed around Tommy’s lips.

Completely unable to move, no matter what happened, for the next seven or so hours. Fed aphrodisiacs, while he couldn’t fight back, while he couldn’t attempt to cover himself. The helpless feeling suddenly became overwhelming, and a few tears overflowed, even as he struggled to hold them back.

“Oh dear. It’s alright, little one, be brave for me,” Caius cooed. He ran a hand softly over Tommy’s belly, soothing him with a gentle touch. In spite of everything, it helped. He wiped the tears away with the tissue.

“Is it scary?”

Tommy’s throat was too thick to speak. He managed a nod. Caius gave him a look of sympathy, more than Tommy would have expected after his demands. Sam’s face reflected his similar bewilderment.

“This won’t be so bad. He just wants to play with you, he doesn’t have any plans to hurt you. You can eat and drink, he really does have a tea party planned. We will be with you in case you need anything. Did you have fun at the aquarium?”

“Yes,” Tommy croaked, and then cleared his throat. “Yes, I did, thank you, it was beautiful. I had a lot of fun.” Less hoarse this time, and the leaking from his eyes was quickly subsiding.

Caius did a little more shuffling in his bag, and his touch returned to Tommy’s face with a powder brush, covering up the pink on his nose and the red around his eyes. “I had fun with you, too,” Caius admitted, and something about it brought a funny smile back to Tommy’s face.

Deep breaths. You can do this. You don’t even have to talk. Play dolls with him. Just…babysitting.

Definitely not babysitting, another part of him reminded cruelly. He wanted to know if you can feel pleasure, they drugged you with the aphrodisiac. You’re going to spend the day as the perfect unwilling fuck doll and there’s nothing you can do about it. Tommy tried to shove those thoughts to the side in order to keep his newfound composure.

Sam pinched and poked his arms to test the numbness. It might as well have been done to someone else, for the amount of sensation Tommy got from it. When Dae-Ho came back, his gaze on Tommy was hungry.

“Let’s get you dressed up again, shall we?”

The armature harness had replaced the fashion harness part of the outfit that he had chosen, but Dae-Ho pulled his stack of clothes from the counter where Tommy had folded them.

Trying to bend the armature to make his limbs follow was unsuccesful. After some fussing, Dae-Ho realized he could bend it much easier by manipulating Tommy’s limbs themselves, letting his weight help apply force to bend them the way he wanted. The wire was strong enough then to hold him in place. Dae-Ho posed him a few times for fun, and then used it to bend his limbs in positions that made dressing him easier.

“I should use these for all my bodies!” Dae-Ho exclaimed, a little breathy from the effort. Tommy had been dressed by Caius and a few others before, when he was unable - or unwilling - to dress himself. Not in the things some of the clients wanted, especially at the beginning. Tommy knew better than to fight back much anymore, though he had just made his little stand in the car earlier.

When he was dressed again, in his blousy white dress shirt and black latex pants and matching bowtie, Dae-Ho laced him into a pair of saddle shoes with spats. He was settled into a wheelchair, lowered in with practiced ease by Dae-Ho. He was deceptively strong underneath his fine suit. Tommy was wheeled to the stairs then, Caius and Sam trailing behind, and stopped at a stair lift waiting at the bottom. He’d only ever seen them in commercials before, of elderly people smiling as they buckled themselves into the seat to be pulled up the stairs on a motorized track. He could see it installed up the wall, rounded off at the corners to go up the stairs, turn onto the landing, and continue up the next flight that changed direction.

Dae-Ho turned to Sam.

“Doctor, will you please help me move it onto the lift?” Sam had a pinch in his forehead, but after a hesitant look to Caius, he agreed. Not being able to feel or move his limbs was uncomfortable to Tommy - any part of him that wasn’t supported hung limply down, and he couldn’t help at all. As he was settled into the chair and buckled in, his arms bent awkwardly in front of him. Sam moved his hands into his lap, and one immediately fell off, dangling strangely. The best he could do was attempt to sit up and back to move his arms back in, but they were nothing more than warm dead anchors hanging from his shoulder. He also couldn’t adjust his hips to sit up, so he hung uselessly in his harness.

With the press of a button, the chair let out a grinding sound and started to advance up the wall. At the corner, he heard his ankle bash the wall, but he couldn’t feel it at all. The helpless feeling was significantly worse than when he was bound and he could strain against his bindings - this was more intimate, more violating, the way it robbed him of the little autonomy he had left.

The machine went slower than walking speed, so the others met him again at the top after passing him. Dae-Ho already had another wheelchair ready, and he flopped haphazardly in with a push. The acrid smell had grown sharper, turning sour and musty, though the upstairs appeared clean and brightly lit. Caius wrinkled his nose slightly, struggling to be polite, but Sam gave a look of open disgust.

Tommy was wheeled into a lavish dining room, made up as the pinnacle of a lavish art-deco design. It felt like it belonged in a scene from The Great Gatsby. The center of the room was dominated by a round table - and the rest of the company had already found their places. Dolls were seated around the table, some propped up in chairs, others in wheelchairs like Tommy. They were of varying sizes, some child-size while others appeared as tall as Caius. There were a variety of designs among them - some very simple, others far more realistic. One had clearly been a scarecrow, a few were just mannequins, and a couple of halloween prop dummies with plastic heads and hands. One seat held a long body pillow with a pillowcase featuring an anime girl posed in a vulnerable way, blushing.

There was a gigantic Barbie and Ken, their placid smiles unsettling at such a size. Next to them sat what looked like a crash test dummy that had been badly painted, the mouth too low on the face, the eyes too far apart. A large green power ranger plushie had a spot, as well as a plastic Optimus Prime that stood up stiffly in his chair. One seemed to be an evil clown animatronic, another one a human-sized plushie blue tiger.

Tommy preferred that to the ones that were obviously sex dolls, made with an attempt at realism that was undermined by their soulless faces and cartoonish proportions. Most of the dolls were dressed in roaring 20’s outfits, but the sex dolls wore skimpy club wear that highlighted their enormous plastic breasts and tiny waists. Other more detailed mannequins had closer to human proportions, all slightly different shapes and sizes, but their plastic faces were identical - one face for all the “women”, and another for the “men”. Their eyes were sunken, but more lifelike in color and size, the glossy glass orbs taking on a wet look. Wigs, flapper dresses, patterned suits, and fake eyelashes abound.

Dae-Ho’s seat was obvious, as an empty throne of garish gold. He had a sex doll immediately to the left, and wheeled Tommy into an empty spot to the right. Caius and Sam took to a couch on the side, away from the table.

“You all get to know each other a bit, and I’ll be back with everything for the tea party,” Dae-Ho addressed his inanimate guests, and left the room.

The smell was strong, though if Dae-Ho noticed, he didn’t mind. As soon as he left, Sam started searching the room.

“We’re not casing the joint, you know,” Caius mused, as Sam made his way around the edge of the room.

“It smells like - something, I can’t put my finger on it, but it reeks in here,” Sam explained, opening the drawers of a wardrobe. He sniffed over one, made a face, and started to rummage through.

“We are directly above his embalming room, you’re probably smelling something from that,” Caius pointed out, but they all knew the smell had been fainter in the lab below. Sam ignored him, moving on to another drawer.

“Hey,” Caius said sharply, and both Tommy and Sam jumped. Well, as much as Tommy could jump.

“We are guests here. Stop touching his things, put everything back exactly the way it was, and sit. Down.” Caius hissed, and it sent Sam quickly packing everything back in. It felt a little like a mother reigning in her boys, though Tommy sat dutifully in his place at the table - not that he could do anything else.

“Just let me look at the dolls,” Sam mustered, passing the couch to inspect them. Caius sighed.

“If he comes back and sees you, he very well might invite you to the table. And if he does - you will sit down at that table and shut your mouth, so help me god.”

Sam sniffed around the circle, but he mostly just seemed curious about the dolls. He poked the animatronic in the eyes, and posed the Optimus Prime with his little hands on the table. When he got to a sex doll, he squeezed her breasts, giving a mischievous smile to Caius.

“Jealous?” He waggled his eyebrows up and down goofily. Caius rolled his eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of his thin lips.

“Hardly. If you want some big silicon tits, I know a doctor who might be able to help.”

Sam twiddled with the swollen boobs. “They even have nipples.”

“Of course, how else would she breast feed?” Caius said dryly, but he was enjoying his boyfriend’s antics a bit.

Sam reached the mannequin beside Tommy, and pulled it back to sit upright so he could take a closer look.

“These ones have like - I think these are real human replacement eyes, like if you lose an eye? Do they use those on bodies?”

“No, much worse, they put these little hooked pieces inside to keep the eyelids closed,” Caius supplied helpfully. Sam and Tommy made the same face at the same time in response to the information.

“I knew a doll fucker, this guy Pete. Had a whole ‘harem’ of the things, even had a wedding ceremony with at least one of them. I almost went, just to see, but there wasn’t an open bar and the ceremony was supposed to be like two hours long. But he was collecting these mannequins that they used in a couple high end places in France or something, they were super articulated and rare. These might be those types, or something like it.” Sam squeezed one of the arms.

“What do you bet all of these have a fleshlight installed? I bet even Optimus over there is rocking something.” Sam pulled the wig hair back to get a better look, and made a face.

“Oh, shit, this thing stinks. I hope we don’t have a-” Sam stopped suddenly, freezing in place.

“Don’t,” Tommy whispered.

Sam pressed something behind the ear, palpating it with his fingers before switching to picking at it with his fingernails.

“Sam don’t-”

Sam tugged shortly, and then slower, drawing out an enormous metal pin that had been hidden inside the head. The awful smell grew much more intense, and a foul brown liquid dripped down the side of the doll’s face from where the pin had been pulled.

Why Sam couldn’t leave it be, Tommy would never know. But when Sam pushed the wig away from the hole to see, the doll’s head shifted and opened like a clam, the face swinging open and away, clicking lightly when it hit the hinge behind the other ear. Plastic blond ringlets fell in the way as Sam let go, but they couldn’t cover enough of what was inside.

The face underneath was leathery and shiny, with glass-like cracking in areas. All the shellac in the world couldn’t keep a body from rotting. The false eyes were glued over blackened sockets, obtrusive and bulging. Her lips were painted on poorly, closer resembling a beak, and the thin shell of preservative was the only thing shaping the nose, which seemed to have liquified underneath.

The smell was putrid and overwhelming, and both Tommy and Sam turned away to retch. Sam crossed the room away from it, leaving Tommy dry heaving beside the body.

With a horrified realization, Tommy looked up and counted the other dolls with the sunken, human eyes. Six total, hunched over in wheelchairs around the table. Sam was swearing, but Caius stepped up beside Tommy to look, holding a hand over his lower face.

Doing a once over of the "doll", Caius sighed.

"Damn."

Taglist:

@suspicious-whumping-egg @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @whumpyourdamnpears @generic-whumperz @lonesome--hunter

@whumplr-reader @theelvishcowgirl @sunshiline-writes @dont-be-gentle-please @galesgallery

@2in1whump @sparrowsage @apokolyps @whumpinggrounds

@morning-star-whump @leviiio @alexmundaythrufriday @defire @jumpywhumpywriter

@light-me-on-pyre @slightlydisturbedbeans @dislexiher @knivestothroats @paperprinxe

@watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees

Thank you all so much for reading!!!

#Captive whumpee #intimate whumper #drugged whump #dehumanization #“willing” whumpee #medical whump #medical torture #doll whumpee #doll fetishization #desecration of remains #and strong horror elements.

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men-iss-vess-ull · 3 months ago

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the year is 2050. Declassified CIA documents have finally confirmed that an offshoot program of MKULTRA was responsible for every american male under the age of 35 developing a latina fetish seemingly overnight in the early 2020s. Having been proven right once again, my face becomes permanently fixed in an expression so incredibly smug that it shorts out nearby electronics and makes animals behave erratically in my presence.

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radioactivegummyworm · 6 months ago

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EMO vs MALL EMO vs SCENE vs SCENECORE

i see a lot of confusion and arguments around what is emo/scene or not so i wanted to make this blog as a fan of most of these genres to hopefully help clarify a little!

EMO this genre is the ORIGINAL emo, although it sounds completely different from the emo music most people know today. it originated in the DC hardcore scene in the mid-80s, spawning from post-hardcore and hardcore and gained more popularity in the 90s. bands include: rites of spring, sunny day real estate, moss icon, cap'n jazz, the get up kids,

if you want to listen to some emo music, here's a spotify playlist i recommend!

MALL EMO mall emo is what most people think of when they hear the word emo. i call it mall emo (not sure if others do or not but i think it's most fitting) because it's the bands whose merch you would find somewhere like hot topic or spencer's(not a dig at mall emo i love this genre so much). it's the music genre(s) associated with the emo style and gained a ton of popularity in the 2000s. bands include my chemical romance, falling in reverse, all time low, panic! at the disco, fall out boy, paramore, pierce the veil, sleeping with sirens, evanescence, escape the fate, flyleaf, taking back sunday etc.

here's a playlist (i know it says actual emo music, i think they mean actual mall emo music as opposed to like yungblud + tx2 type shit)

IMPORTANT TO NOTE: EMO AND MALL EMO ARE NOT THE SAME THING!!!!! however, getting mad at someone for thinking mall emo is real emo is kind of pointless. because of the popularity of the emo style, the word has evolved to more assosciated with mall emo in pop culture than real emo. most people don't know the difference and that's not like a personal failing on their part that you need to be rude about! if/when you explain it to someone, be respectful! i'm looking at you, garrett!

SCENE scene is a subculture within emo, with its own more colorful version of the same fashion elements, that gained popularity in the late 2000s/early 2010s. there are a lot of different music genres within the scene subculture but the ones people most think of is crunkcore, which is a mix between electronic, hiphop, rap, and metal. bands include: dot dot curve, ismfof, attack attack!, millionaires, brokencyde, metro station, the medic droid, kill paradise, chunk! no captain chunk!, jj demon, breathe carolina, 3OH!3 etc

SCENECORE scenecore is a subgenre of hyperpop that originated on tiktok. it uses the aesthetic of the scene subculture a lot, and scene related things are often mentioned in the songs. however, the difference between scene lyrics and scenecore lyrics is that while scene music mostly has lyrics about sex, drugs, love, partying, clubbing etc scenecore lyrics are oftentimes about self harm or other harmful behavior or weirdly fetishize scene people. this is a problem because it's essentially just harmful stereotypes about scene trying to perpetuate itself as actual scene music. bands include: 6arelyhuman, kets4eki, odetari, rebzyyx, d3r, asteria, luvwillow, etc.

here's a playlist

IMPORTANT TO NOTE: SCENECORE IS NOT IN ANY WAY SCENE. scenecore isn't even related to the scene style like mall emo is, it's just hyperpop! if you want to get into scene, do your research!! listen to recommendations from actual scene kids!! 6arelyhuman is not scene!!!!!

#emo #emo music #real emo #mall emo #scenecore #scene #music #scene music #Spotify

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womenofnoise · 11 months ago

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Can you recommend me some rhythmic noise/techno?

I think so!

The styles will vary on the noise< - > techno spectrum, but I hope some of these will fit your taste!

Yuko Araki - IV

Enxin/Onyx

VTSS (yes, from that famous HOR bit...)

Aseptic Sir

Zamilska

Tot Onyx

Moor Mother - Fetish Bones

Tadleeh

Mala Herba (nb, but wanted to be featured by us before)

Gavilán Rayna Russom

Basically there's plenty of artists mixing styles, I didn't want to mention the obvious intersection of noise/power electronics/ebm/darkwave/techno, but if you're not familiar with them - go in this direction first! These are just a few that came to my mind. You can always check out our Instagram that works as an artist archive - we feature a certain artist and write a short note on them.

#ask

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science-fiction-is-real · 4 months ago

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(I’m hoping not to start drama with this ask but I saw you ask someone what’s wrong with Solarpunk and they gave a horrible answer to what Solarpunk is) so Solarpunk is about being against capitalism and consumerism. It’s about being able to have the right to repair, repair your electronics, repair you clothes, and trying to help lower our impact on the Earth. So like stopping plastics, and instead use things that are truly biodegradable if we are to continue that way of convenience. It’s about stop using fossil fuels so the climate crisis will slow down to a stop so ya know. We would stop living in a major extinction event. Solarpunk is being able to merge our technology and nature so we’re being to live in coexist while still having our advances. It’s about community and being able to grow our own food and share it with others. May it be with community gardens or buildings in cities with vertical farms. Genuinely it’s not just an aesthetic and people are trying to fight against capitalism (hence the Punk) but people do create art and write literature about it as people can imagine a better future when it’s being created in art. (Like seriously automatic doors weren’t created until after people saw it as a possibility on Star Trek when it first aired.)

Again just wanted to clear up what Solarpunk is.

For those trying to follow the conversation at home, this is in response to a question I submitted to ML blogger @forevergulag about why they dislike Solar Punk. I think the answer I got from them makes a lot of sense. So I will simultaneously be running defense for their answer while offering some of my own opinions.

On to my response to this ask.

All those things you describe are well and good, but if your goal is to fight capitalism, it isn't enough to be punk. It isn't enough to be "anti-consumerist." You need to begin with a solid class analysis. You need to put our current forms of production and consumption in the context of historical development. Actually dismantling capitalism is not "punk." It's boring and difficult and it takes many generations. The first steps in building a non-capitalist world often end up looking a lot like capitalism itself.

I think a lot of what you are describing is finding alternative forms for food production, which is certainly a useful exercise... there are a lot of problems with modern food production. It would be great if there were efficient ways to incorporate food production into urban environments, find ways of growing food that don't rely toxic pesticides and fertilizers or acres-wide crop mono cultures.

However, I feel like a lot of what you are describing seems to revolve around DOWN SCALING food production, a terrible idea, and bringing a lot of non-farm workers into food production, and taking them away from their other jobs, also a terrible idea.

When you say "Our community should be able to grow our own food" I can't help but imagine the sort of small scale community I often see fetishized in some anarchist spaces. I would point out that the farmer sitting on a tractor 300 miles away from you growing your food is also part of your community. And a giant industrial farm that produces more corn than you could ever possibly know what to do with, that too is your community growing its own food.

We can't fight capitalism simply by urbanizing agriculture or bringing it down to a more local scale. And in fact, localizing agriculture and downscalling agriculture is going to have the effect of reducing food production so I am not sure that's really what we want.

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seradae · 2 years ago

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Virtue: Patients [FF] [bondage] [medical fetish]

"Now, darling, you need to know that any movements will throw off the tests," I instructed as I tightened the straps along your torso, then moved to your legs and ensured they were secure. "Are you comfortable? Anything you need me to adjust before we move on?"

"I'm good, mistress," you exclaimed, blushing at your eagerness and looking away.

"Oh, I know you are." I chuckled to myself as I took a stethoscope from the tray next to the bed and placed it against my chest. I moved it around to warm it up, then pressed the power button. I adjusted its position and pressed it in, my heartbeat suddenly coming from the speakers mounted around the room. Your eyes were like dinner plates when you realized what I had done and I grinned wide. I powered it back off and explained, "electronic stethoscopes have come a long way. Turns out, you can record them now! Or connect them to an amplifier."

I placed it gently on your chest and got it into position, turning it on and ensuring it was held fast by the strap. Your heart thumped from all around us and as I bent down to kiss you, we both heard it speed up drastically; I could feel the heat from your blush without even touching your cheek. I broke off the kiss and started attaching EKG leads, muttering under my breath, "smoke over fire, clouds over grass…"

I reached over and flipped on the machine, seeing your heart rhythm on the screen and monitoring it for longer than I needed to, my hand resting on your thigh and squeezing gently. I pushed the 'record' button and gave your thigh one final long squeeze. "Almost done with prep! Thanks for being patient, darling, I know you're ….. excited to get underway."

You squirmed a bit as I worked to turn on the cameras that were all around us -- can't have any data going to waste -- and I said softly, "remember, no moving. It's only going to get more difficult from here, so I need you to do your best." And with that ominous statement, everything was ready.

"Okay, now that everything is set up, let's start the inspection," I put on my gloves with a snap, moving between your legs. I ran two gloved fingers down your slit, slowly gathering moisture. I lifted a voice recorder and said clearly, "patient's baseline arousal levels at the beginning of the exam are significant." You let out a small whine and I could feel you twitch as the words registered in your mind.

I slid a gloved finger into you and you squirmed as a gasp left your lips. Your heartrate rose again, thundering throughout the room as I lifted the recorder again. "Strong response observed from penetration. Beginning manipulation," I noted as I began to stroke your g-spot. I looked to the EKG and said, "heart rate up 15 BPM over 5 seconds." You moaned loudly as I sped up, your heartbeat echoing in your mind.

I worked a second finger into you and began to slide in and out as I rubbed your g-spot. I watched your heart rate continue to increase, hearing your breathing quicken. "Patient is nearing her first orgasm of the session," I noted nonchalantly as I continued my 'manipulation'. I looked at you to see you blush again, my fingers being squeezed as you twitched around them.

As I sped up, I could feel you getting closer and closer. "I need you to cum for me now," I ordered as if I were asking you to hold your breath for an X-ray. With that, the orgasm moved through your body at the speed of sound. Your back arched as much as the straps would allow, you let out a scream, and you clenched so hard on my fingers it almost hurt. "You're being such a good patient," I praised as I continued to fuck you, the orgasm showing no signs of abating.

I watched the clock on the EKG screen, finally slowing my ministrations after 30 seconds. I let you recover without ever quite stopping. I watched -- and heard -- your heartrate lower to safe levels and just took in the sensations.

Leaning my head down, I spoke quickly into the voice recorder. "Beginning cunnilingus." You let out a low moan in response, then a higher one as my tongue ran up one lip, then the other, intentionally avoiding your clit. I started to speed up and noted the spike in heart rate when I kissed your clit, then another as I ran the length of my tongue along it. You whined as I teased you, quickly switching to a moan as I fucked you faster with my fingers and began to properly eat you out.

Even if I only had the sound of your heart to judge by, I would've known just as well that you were going to cum again and fast. Looking back at the data, it took only 90 seconds from the time my tongue touched you. You writhed as it came on, even more intense than the first. I lapped at your clit like I had finally found water after days in the desert, while my fingers fucked in and out of you harder and faster with each stroke. I couldn't help but moan into you as I heard your shaking legs vibrating the table. Slowly, the shaking began to disappate and I slowed, then stopped, my assault on your senses.

"Patient achieved second orgasm rapidly," I noted into my recorder, before looking into your watery eyes. "You did such a good job, darling. You truly are the model patient."

Then I grinned and lifted the voice recorder one more time. "Beginning third trial."

#txt #domme posting #bd/sm relationship #medical kink

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littlest-w01f · 4 months ago

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Birthday

Eris Vanserra x Rheana (See Rheana here)

For @erisweekofficial

Eris Week 2024 Masterlist

Day 6: AU

Summary: Turning 25, Eris is revisiting his most frequented bars, something unpleasant follows him on his aging milestone of not being under his father's protection anymore

Cw: Guns, fighting, dark elements, drinking, roofies, blood, description of being drugged, mentions of trafficking, torture, also way too much plot

As the blinding lights cast a kaleidoscope of colours across the crowded dance floor, the pulsating beat of electronic music reverberated through every molecule of air within Velaris' cavernous interior. The scent of sweat, perfume, and liquor mingled in a heady aroma that seemed to heighten the senses, drawing revellers deeper into the throbbing heart of the night.

The night was young as people had already started to fill up the Night Club, Velaris, the most popular place for miles, everyone partied there at least once. The drinks, food, music, everything was to die for.

As the night wore on, the pulsing beats reverberated through the club, drawing more and more revellers onto the dance floor. Sweat glistened on the skin under the kaleidoscope of lights. Drinks flowed freely from the bar as laughter and chatter filled the air.

Eris Vanserra walked through the crowd, towards the secluded corners of the club, women in both arms, drunk and falling all over him.

The atmosphere inside Velaris was electric, the energy palpable. Eris Vanserra, the man who oozed charisma and confidence, moved effortlessly through the crowd, his presence commanding attention despite the cacophony around him. His strikingly handsome face, framed by wavy red hair, was lit up by the flashing red neon lights, accentuating his piercing amber eyes.

He held two women close to him, one on each arm, both clearly intoxicated and clinging to him like vines. Their giggles and slurred words were drowned out by the thumping bass of the music, but they didn't seem to mind. They were simply happy to be in the orbit of such a magnetic force.

Eris, however, appeared unbothered by their antics. He navigated through the sea of bodies with ease, weaving through the crowd like a shark through water.

He almost rolled his eyes as the woman under his right hand tried to hide the fact that she was grinding herself against the gun in his hip holster. Eris couldn't help but smirk at the brazen display of the woman. She was obviously trying to distract him, her hips swaying provocatively against his holstered weapon.

Her actions were nothing new to him, though, he'd seen countless attempts at seduction aimed at his guns before. It was a strange fetish, to say the least. One he didn't quite appreciate, after all, he respected his duel-wielded weapons the way they deserved to be, and on a woman for pleasure was certainly not where they belonged.

But Eris wasn't easily flustered. He gently pried the woman's hand off his holster, his fingers brushing against the cool metal of his gun. With a deft move, he maneuvered her away from his weapon, effectively ending her little game.

As he did so, his left arm tightened around the other woman, pulling her closer against his side. Her slender frame pressed flush against his muscular body, her curves moulding perfectly to his form, "Now, now, ladies, keep a little for later."

His words carried a teasing tone, but there was also a clear hint of warning in them. Eris knew how to handle these situations, and he always maintained a certain level of control, even when surrounded by women throwing themselves at him, he left those ladies behind.

He reached the secluded part of the Club, one not many knew about, with Velaris, no one cared to think about what lay beneath the Night Club, what the group of friends who called themselves The Inner Circle actually did, Velaris was just hiding in plane sight how the Darling siblings were as rich as they were, the sights changed, from bright welcoming lights, here was something darker, the place Eris actually frequented, where every dark and twisted thing played.

Velaris was a huge Night Club, The Hewn City was bigger, a stark contrast to the vibrant, lively atmosphere above. Here, in the depths below Velaris, the air was thick with an unsettling silence broken only by music echoing off the damp stone walls. The light was dim, casting eerie shadows that danced along the uneven ground.

There were guards at the entrance, "Well, hello, sunshine." Eris announced his presence, facing one of the stoic-faced man who stood there. Cassain was, easily said, built like a truck, and was never really too friendly to Eris.

"Ah, the birthday boy," Cassian smirked, looking Eris over, he was one of the plenty security, and the one personally in charge of checking men like Eris for anything they might try to sneak in. Everyone knew when someone in a crime family turned of age for crime, because it meant they weren't in direct protection of their families, left to defend themselves, a silent law many respected.

Eris said nothing as he held his arms open, and Cassian inspected him thoroughly. Cassian's search was nothing new to Eris, patting him down, shoving his gloved fingers inside his mouth to check his throat, cupping his crotch, not leaving a thing unchecked.

Once Cassian was satisfied with his inspection, he unclipped the holster around Eris' hips, removing his guns. The action caused a brief moment of unease, but Eris quickly suppressed it, knowing full well that he would have to retrieve his weapons later.

With a curt nod, Cassian tossed Eris a small plastic chip. "Pick up your shit when you're done," he grunted, turning back to his post without another word.

Eris caught the chip deftly, tucking it into his pocket. Once inside, Eris took a deep breath, feeling the familiar rush of adrenaline. This was his element, the darkness, the danger, the thrill of the unknown. He loved it.

The Hewn City lived up to it's name, it was as big as it's own underground city, with a maze of tunnels and chambers, each one more depraved than the last. There were rooms dedicated to gambling, fighting, drugs, sex, and anything and everything that could be found here, it was all for Eris. While in the floor above, everything was licenced and legal, nothing here was.

The celebrations were in full swing, and Eris found himself surrounded by beautiful women, eager to please him in any way he desired with how popular he was. But he wasn't interested in them. Not yet.

He looked over the exotic dancers, in skimpy clothing, dancing on a pole, giving the people the best show, a large sign "look, don't touch!" was written over the main floorboard they were situated on, a sign everyone followed if they wanted to keep their lives.

The first time he had been here, he'd seen the co-owner, Rheana, dancing among those very people, and one of the patrons had been stupid enough to touch her up her leg, the man had ended up with Rheana's pencil heel fully embedded in his eye socket and Eris was sure that's when he'd fallen in love, or pure unfiltered lust, with her.

That moment marked the beginning of Eris' fascination with Rheana. Over time, his admiration blossomed into something more intense, a desire that consumed him.

"Hmm? What would you like?" Rheana asked, standing behind the bar, looking straight into Eris' eyes like she could hear his thoughts.

Eris' gaze locked onto Rheana's, a smouldering intensity burning in his amber eyes. He felt his pulse quicken, his blood singe in his veins, a raw, primal hunger coursing through him.

She was the epitome of beauty, grace, and strength, all wrapped up in a tantalizing package that drove men wild. And yet, she was untouchable.

"You," he breathed out, his voice low and husky, laced with a raw need. He stepped closer to the bar, closing the distance between them. The air around him crackled with tension.

Rheana's lips curled into a sly smile, already mixing Eris' usual instead, her violet eyes glinting with mischief. "Oh, I'd suggest something a little more age appropriate, darling." She taunted.

Eris chuckled softly, a sound filled with both amusement and undeniable desire. "But I'm old enough to know what I want, aren't I?" he countered smoothly, leaning forward slightly, his elbows resting on the polished wooden counter.

He watched her intently, noting every flicker of emotion that crossed her face, every subtle movement of her body. Every inch of her was a work of art, each curve and contour etched into his memory.

He was used to women falling at his feet, but Rheana, she was different. She was the fire that burned hottest, the storm that raged fiercest, the night that swallowed the day. And she was utterly unattainable. And that made her all the more enticing.

"Sure you are," Rheana's voice was gentle and condescending as she passed him his drink, a classic whiskey cocktail, "Here. Now go."

Eris accepted the glass with a nod of thanks, his fingers grazing Rheana's as she handed it over. The contact sent a jolt of electricity through him, a spark that ignited the flames of his desire.

He raised the glass in a silent toast, his amber eyes never leaving hers. Then, with a final, lingering look, he turned and walked away, the heels of his boots clicking sharply against the stone floor.

As Eris walked away, he couldn't help but notice the sway of Rheana's hips, the way her skirt clung to her thick thighs, her muscular arms, the curve of her ass. He cursed under his breath, a string of profanities slipping through his teeth.

Damn her. Damn her for being so fucking perfect. He wanted her, craved her, needed her. And that craving only intensified with every step he took away from her. He found a quiet corner, a booth nestled in the shadows where he could watch the festivities without being seen. He settled into the plush seat, taking a sip of his drink, savouring the burn as it slid down his throat.

He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have Rheana in his bed, to taste her sweetness, to explore every inch of her perfect body, to be inside her, to have her over him.

Rheana sighed, moving out from behind the bar, keeping her eyes on Eris. It wasn't that she and her friends didn't trust the man, they just didn't trust the Vanserras as a whole.

As the minutes passed on his lonely birthday, Eris refused to feel sad about it, he had cut a cake with his mother present, who had got him a little keychain as a gift, nothing too much but sweet and sentimental enough, she'd been the only one who celebrated with him, otherwise, he was alone.

No one cared about his birthday, not truly. His father pretended to celebrate because it was expected of him, as the next in line to his father's criminal empire.

He looked up when a woman with a tray approached, he'd never seen her around before, setting a drink down beside him and taking the empty glass. "This is from Rheana. On the house." She said with a smile.

Eris' heart skipped a beat as he registered the message, his mind racing with possibilities. A gift from Rheana? Was this some kind of olive branch, a gesture of goodwill after their earlier exchange?

He reached for the glass, his curiosity piqued. It was a rich, crimson liquid, almost black in the dim lighting. He brought it to his nose, inhaling deeply, savouring the heady aroma of dark fruit and spices. With a raised eyebrow, he lifted the glass to his lips and took a slow, deliberate sip.

The flavour exploded on his tongue, a complex blend of sweet and bitter notes that left him wanting more. It was unlike anything he'd ever tasted before. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth spread through him, a soothing balm for the ache in his chest.

"Are you Eris Vanserra?" A man had taken a seat beside him, he was rough-looking, with scars and burns all over him.

Eris opened his eyes, turning to regard the man who had sat down beside him. He sized him up quickly, taking in the array of scars and burns that marred the other man's skin. There was a rugged, battle-hardened quality to him.

"Yes, I am," Eris replied, his tone neutral, neither welcoming nor hostile. He kept his hand firmly on the stem of his glass, a subtle reminder that he was not to be trifled with.

"And you are…?" he prompted, his amber eyes narrowing slightly as he waited for the man's response. There was something about this stranger that set off alarm bells in the back of his mind, a prickling sense of unease that he couldn't quite shake.

Eris' words got caught in his throat, his head suddenly dizzy, Eris felt a sudden, searing pain lance through his skull, radiating outward until it threatened to consume him. His vision blurred, colours swirling and spinning in a maze of chaos. His tongue felt heavy, and thick, as though it had swollen to twice its size. His limbs grew weak, numbness creeping up his legs, paralyzing them.

"Wha-what did y-you g-give me?" he managed to rasp out, his voice barely above a whisper. His hands trembled, gripping the edge of the table for support. He tried to stand, to flee, but his body betrayed him, collapsing back into the booth with a thud. His heart pounded furiously in his chest, each beat echoing the terror that gripped him.

Eris felt himself being lifted, carried like a ragdoll, his senses overwhelmed by the world around him. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, sounds distorted, smells amplified. He could hear the rustle of leaves overhead, the hum of insects buzzing around him, the distant laughter of revelers drifting towards him like a haunting melody.

Yet, at the same time, he felt detached from it all, as if he were observing these sensations from afar rather than experiencing them directly. His body felt heavy and leaden, his muscles refusing to cooperate with his commands. He could see the ground rushing past beneath him, the stars twinkling above, yet he felt nothing, no pain, no fear, no anticipation.

And then there was the silence. An eerie, deafening silence that enveloped him completely, cutting off any chance of communication as he was held up by the man, the woman who had given him the drink was among the people who now surrounded him too.

One of the men cried out as a sword embedded itself in his head, dead instantly. "Ah, now, we don't drabble in date-rape drugs or sex trafficking, so who let people like you in here?"

Eris felt a glimmer of hope surge within him, a flicker of light in the abyss of his despair. That voice, Rheana's voice, filled him with a strange comfort, even amidst the chaos.

"Rhea…" he managed to croak out, his voice barely audible above the murmurs of the crowd. He struggled to open his eyes fully, the lids feeling impossibly heavy. But he forced them open, squinting against the brightness of the torches and lanterns surrounding him.

The crowd surrounding him shifted, murmurs of discontent rippling through their ranks. Eris recognized some of them, loyalists, enforcers, and men who owed their allegiance to his family, his father. They eyed Rheana warily, hands drifting towards hidden weapons. "This doesn't concern you, Rheana."

"Well, it happened in my bar, under my watch so it does concern me," Rheana shot forward, her sword raised. When she brought it down, the guns the closest to her had held were cut in half.

Eris watched, transfixed through blured vision, as Rheana deftly dispatched the armed men surrounding them. Her movements were fluid, and precise, a deadly dance of steel and skill. Each strike landed true, severing limbs, slicing through bone, and sending bodies crashing to the ground in bloody heaps.

A sense of awe washed over him, mingling with the lingering effects of the drug coursing through his veins. He had always known Rheana was dangerous, lethal even, but witnessing her in action like this was something else entirely. She moved with a grace and power that belied her delicate appearance, a stark contrast to the brutish thugs she was effortlessly dispatching.

Eris watched, his vision blurring once again as Rheana charged forward, her sword slicing through the air with deadly precision. He saw the shock register on the faces of those around him, the disbelief etched onto their features as their weapons crumbled into useless pieces at their touch.

His eyes followed the path of Rheana's blade, drawn inexorably to the man holding him. The man who had probably slipped him the drink, the drug that now coursed through his veins. The man faltered, stumbling backwards, dropping Eris unceremoniously to the ground. Eris hit the dirt hard, his head spinning, his body still heavy and unresponsive.

"Eris!" Rheana's voice pierced through the fog of confusion clouding his mind. He turned his head slowly, painfully, towards the sound, his gaze locking onto hers. She picked him up and almost too smoothly snuck away behind a brick wall, "How much can you move?" She asked, her voice actually gentle.

Eris clung to Rheana, his entire body trembling as she scooped him up effortlessly. He buried his face in her shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of leather and smoke that clung to her clothing. Her arms encircled him, providing a comforting warmth that seeped into his chilled bones.

Suddenly a few gunshots went by, and Rheana paused, those people must have called for backup, and she knew those people would want to discard her off, since she had seen their faces, but she still stayed with Eris. "Ugh, fuck!" Rheana swore as a bullet had hit her triceps, she dug her long acrylic nails in to dig the bullet out, the rest of what she wore was pretty bullet resistant. The pain wasn't something new to her. "These people are Hybern... I've seen this drug in effect before, it's new in the black market."

"I… I don't... Don't know," he managed to stammer out, his voice muffled against her skin. He pushed himself upright, leaning heavily on Rheana for support. His legs wobbled, threatening to give way beneath him, but he gritted his teeth and stood tall, determined not to show weakness. Tears in his eyes from how helpless he felt.

And she had, Mor had busted an operation of theirs, where they had been transporting drugged innocent people for skin trade, some of them children, and The Inner Circle did not play about children or innocents, not since Rheana and Rhysand's mother and sister had been victims to their late father's crime life, and they certainly didn't now that Rhysand had a secret wife and baby no one outside their Circle knew of.

And Rheana knew Eris Vanserra wouldn't either when he took over his father, since someone even making a comment about how his mother was 16 years older than him would have said person riddled with bullets yet still not quite dead.

"Here," Rheana pulled out a small syringe from her pocket, tapping it twice with her fingers and removing the plastic over the needle, "This will hurt." She unceremoniously jabbed the thick needle in Eris's bicep, delivering the dose, "This will counteract the drug, you'll be good in a few minutes."

Eris winced as the needle pierced his skin, a sharp, burning sensation shooting through his arm. He clenched his jaw, biting back a groan, determined not to show how much it hurt. But even as he braced himself for the worst, he found himself oddly comforted by Rheana's presence, her actions quick and decisive despite the danger they faced.

He felt the cool liquid coursing through his veins, spreading warmth throughout his body. Gradually, his vision cleared, the spinning and blurring ceasing abruptly. His tongue returned to normal, no longer thick and clumsy. And finally, his limbs regained some measure of control, the numbing paralysis receding bit by bit as he slid down the wall.

"That feels…" He swallowed hard, trying to find the right word. "Better already," he said finally, his voice stronger, more certain.

Rheana stood up, handing him his holster he had deposited when he entered the bar, "Don't die." With that, she walked out of the shield of the brick wall they were against.

Eris watched Rheana disappear into the night, leaving him alone once more. He hugged his holstered guns close, drawing strength from the familiar weight of the weapon. His fingers traced the contours of the grip, the cold metal a reassuring presence against his palm.

Slowly, he pushed himself to his feet, testing his balance. The drug had left him shaken, but he was functional once more. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. There was no doubt that his father's men would be looking for him, seeking revenge for the humiliation he'd dealt them tonight. But Eris was ready for them.

He glanced down at the syringe lying discarded on the ground, a grim reminder of the drug's potent hold. A shiver ran down his spine as he recalled the way it had made him feel, disconnected from reality, vulnerable and powerless. With a deep breath, Eris stood up, testing his balance and finding it steadier now. He holstered his guns and surveyed the scene before him, taking stock of the carnage left in the wake of the altercation.

Eris's heart pounded in his chest as he watched the spectacle unfold, a mix of fear and awe gripping him tightly. He had never seen anyone fight like Rheana, with such raw power and unbridled fury. It was as if she had been born for this moment, her very existence defined by the need to protect and defend.

He raised his hand, gripping his amber desert eagle, customised for him, firing shots at someone who tried to get advantage on Rheana from her blind spot. The sound of the gunshot echoed through the deserted alleyway, cutting through the tense silence like a hot knife through butter. The bullet whizzed past Rheana, narrowly missing her head, and struck the assailant square in the chest, throwing him backward onto the ground.

"Watch my head." Rheana spun around, her eyes flashing dangerously as she took in the sight of the fallen man. When another of the assailants shot at her, with a little pistole she brought her sword down, breaking the bullet into two, the bullet halves breathed past her head and to Eris' neck, leaving behind a streak of blood from either side.

"Hey!" Eris growled, firing shots at the people who weren't quite dead but still thought they could fight, "Mind mine too." He fired several shots in rapid succession, aiming for the heads of the attackers who were still standing. He was sure Rheana was laughing at him.

The eerie silence that followed the final gunshot was shattered by the sound of Rheana's boots crunching over broken glass and pooling blood as she turned to face Eris. Her sword, slick with crimson, was pulled free from the last attacker's chest with a wet squelch.

Rheana's gaze bore into Eris, her expression hard and unyielding. "Now that you're better," she spat, her tone dripping with disdain digging her nails in the bullet would of her shoulder to pull the bullet out, "The fact that you drank a drink given by a stranger is precisely the reason you aren't old enough and I wouldn't fuck you."

Her words stung, but Eris knew she spoke the truth. His foolish trust in the mysterious beverage that he didn't watch being made had nearly cost him everything, he knew well enough to always be watching out for everyone's moves. He swallowed hard, trying to ignore the ache in his gut and the throbbing pain in his temples. "I... I took it cause she told me it was from you... That was stupid of me, I accept that."

Rheana's eyes softened at his confession, she reached an arm to squeeze his shoulder, "I'm sorry this happened to you, no one deserves this."

"You know, I've never been in an attempted kidnapping before," He tried to lighten the mood, a grin on his face.

"Also, the fact that you've never been in the middle of a kidnapping or assassination attempt, is another." Rheana turned, walking to a whimpering male, who was still alive, cut up by her.

She walked over to the whimpering male, whose body was riddled with cuts and gashes courtesy of her swordwork. Despite his injuries, he seemed to be clinging to life, though barely. Rheana knelt beside him, her grip on the hilt of her sword tightening as she studied him with cold calculation.

Eris chuckled at her words despite the carnage surrounding them. "Oh, so does that mean now you'll date me? Because I was nearly taken?" he asked, a playful glint in his eye.

Rheana rolled her eyes, "Should I do the honour or do you want to?" Rheana offered.

Eris sighed, running a hand through his hair and shaking his head. "I'll do it," he said, his voice steady despite the circumstances. With a deep breath, he stepped forward, squaring his shoulders as he faced the wounded man.

"Alright, then," Eris said, his voice steady despite the circumstances. "Who sent you? Who hired you?" He demanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation or refusal.

The man whimpered, blood seeping from his wounds and staining the ground beneath him. "Please…" He begged, his voice weak and strained. "Don't kill me… I don't know anything… We were just paid to take care of you…"

Eris scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. "Now..." Eris flipped the man over as Rheana watched with a smile, "I might miss the fatal shot a few times, since, you know, you lot drugged me." He rested his gun over the man's chest. "What do you know?"

The man trembled under Eris's grip, his pleas falling on deaf ears. Rheana watched with a satisfied smirk, clearly enjoying the prospect of extracting information from their captive. Also tapping away on her phone with a smile after commenting how the blood made touch screen or unlocking with a fingerprint hard.

The man's eyes widened in terror, his body shaking violently as he struggled to breathe beneath the weight of the gun. "P-please… I swear, I don't know anything! We were just hired to take care of you, nothing more!"

Eris narrowed his eyes, his patience wearing thin. "Then tell me who hired you," He gave the man a moment to answer.

A pained scream filled the air as Eris fired, the bullet tearing through the man's knee with brutal efficiency. The sudden explosion of pain caused the man to arch his back, his hands clutching at his ruined leg as blood began to pool around him.

"Oops," Eris muttered, his tone dry and devoid of any real remorse. He watched as the man writhed on the ground, his screams echoing off the walls of the alleyway. "That's not your heart," he added, his voice carrying a note of amusement.

Despite the horrific scene before her, Rheana couldn't help but chuckle softly, her laughter cutting through the tense atmosphere like a sharp blade. "Well, that certainly got his attention," She quipped, her eyes sparkling with mirth as she approached the man, her leg raised high.

Rheana's heel dug deeper into the man's wound, causing him to howl in agony as she applied pressure, forcing the bullet further into his ravaged knee. Blood spurted between her boot and his skin

"He asked you something," She reminded the man, her voice calm and detached, even as she continued to torment their captive.

The man's scream pierced the night air, his voice cracking as he finally relented to their demands. "BERON VANSERRA!" He shrieked, his eyes wide with terror as he stared up at Eris. "It was Beron Vanserra who hired us! Please, I'm telling the truth, just make it stop!"

Eris's expression remained impassive, but a flicker of interest sparked in his eyes at the mention of his father. "Hmm..." Eris twirled his gun on his fingers, shooting the man in his head.

"You know, most fathers don't gift death on their son's birthday." Rheana joked, to lighten the mood, shaking her head in disbelief. "Yours seems to have a rather twisted sense of what makes a good present," she quipped, stepping away from the corpse and wiping her boot clean on the man's shirt.

Eris shook his head, a grimace twisting his lips. "I suppose that's one way to celebrate," he replied, his tone heavy with irony.

"We should clean up... Come up to my room." Rheana offered Eris her hand to stand up.

Eris took the offered hand, "Your room?" He looked up at her, questioning.

"I'm inviting you into my room, are you not taking the chance, huh?" Rheana smirked, teasing, a playful spark igniting in her eyes. "You can decide what to do later. I called Azriel to take care of the bodies, no one will find them."

"Well, when you put it like that," Eris responded with a small grin, "How can I resist?"

"I'm still too old for you, Vanserra." Rheana comments, walking in front of him.

Eris trailed behind, "8 years... What's 8 years when we're both adults!?"

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omegaremix · 13 days ago

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Finds For 2016.

Diet Cig “Scene Sick”

Tame Impala “New Person Same Old Mistakes”

Cold Cave ft. Black Rain & Genesis P. Orridge “Comprehension”

Computer Magic “Be Fair”

George Clanton “Notice Me”

Prurient “Dragonflies To Sew You Up”

Tropic Of Cancer “Stay Safe”

Mssingno Scope

Blanck Mass “Atrophies”

Holydrug Couple, The “Follow Your Way”

Russell Haswell “Spring Break Extended“

In Aeternam Vale “Dust Under Brightness”

Sophie Product

Consumer Electronics Dollhouse Songs

Blanck Mass “Dead Format”

Hibou “Above Us”

UXO self-titled

Follakzoid “Directo Al Sol

Moon Duo “Free Action”

Tearist Living: 2009-Present

Deerhunter “Ad Astra”

Beliefs “1992”

Ducktails “Don’t Wanna Let You Know”

Tame Impala “Nangs”

Candy Snatchers, The “If You Can’t Have Fun, You Ain’t Fun” (live)

Shana Falana “There’s A Way”

DOM “Burning Bridges”

Girlpool “Before The World Was Big”

Holydrug Couple, The “Paisley”

Ash Koosha “Harbour”

Dystopian Future Movies “Paint It Red”

Angry Angles “Things Are Moving (All The Time)”

Polysick “Smudge Hawaii”

Kleenex “Nice”

18+ Fore

Innsyter “Cut Eleven”

Airliner “Her Crutch”

Clams Casino “Drawn” (Crim3s RMX)

Com Truise “Silicon Tare”

Crim3s “Stay Ugly”

Johnny Thunders & The Heartbreakers “Born To Love”

Imaginary Pants Kites At Night

Ana Lola Roman “Klutch” (Com Truise RMX)

Costavision Lo-Fi Exotica

Coachwhips “UFO, Please Take Her Home”

Rubs, The “Runaway”

Airliner “Left Orange”

Sheer Mag “Fan The Flames”

JK Flesh Rise Above

Gigi Masin“Tears Of A Clown”

Reatards, The “You Ain’t Fun No Mo’”

Hussy, The “You Know”

Home “Resonance”

TR/ST “This Ready Flesh”

Pastel Ghost “Clouds”

LNDN DRGS “Dope Sick”

Ata Kak Obaa Sima

Hailu Mergia & The Walias “Yemiasleks Fikir”

Christoph De Babalon “Surreal Mirrors”

Gigi Masin “Fata Morgana"

John Carpenter Lost Themes Remixed

Veldt, The “Sanctified”

Zola Jesus “Collapse”

Merzbow & Keiji Haino & Balazs Pandi “How Differ The Instructions Of The Left From The Instructions On The Right”

Cults “Oh My God”

Vektroid “Neo Cali”

FOE “Genie In A Coke Can” (Alec Empire RMX)

Peaches “How You Like My Cut?” (Ziur RMX)

Tex Taiwan “Algorhythm Vision”

Jagwar Ma “Uncertainty” (Mssingno RMX)

Odesza “It’s Only” RMXs

Honeyblood “Sea Hearts”

Connie Laverne “Can’t Live Without You”

Kedr Livanskiy January Sun

Body-San “Shining The Money Ball”

C.V. Jorgensen “Ghetto Svend”

9th Wonder & Buckshot ft. Talib Kweli “Hold It Down”

Uniform “Symptom Of The Universe”

Czarface ft. Vinnie Paz & Cappadonna “Shoguns”

D.I.T.C. “Rock Shyt”

Lizzy Mercier Descloux “Fire”, “Wawa”

David “Baby” Cortez “Happy Organ”

Low Red Center s/t

Alan Turing “God Save The King / Baa Baa Black Sheep / In The Mood”

Dolly Parton “Jolene” (33 RPM)

Tobacco “Gods In Heat”

Pere Ubu “Blow Daddy-O”

La Coka Nostra “Waging War”

Elusive Textures

Technicolor Skull “Technicolor Skull”

Hanin Elias ft. Electrosexual “Hold Me”

IKO 93 “Drag” / “Mutt”

Innsyter Poison Life

Bloom Offering “Bite Their Tongues”

Jlin “Downtown”

Sandro Brugnolini & Stefano Torossi “Effetto Notte”

Comet Gain “(All The) Avenue Girls”

Nick Klein “Anxiety Plae”

Le Matos “Eyes Throat Genitals”

Bill Loose “Slight Misgivings”

L-Fudge Chronic Irresponsibility

Author & Punisher “Lust For Scales”

Sun Ra “The Cosmic Explorer”

Liquids Hot Liqs

Ice Cream Love, Ice Cream

Khost “Deathset” (Godflesh RMX)

Ramleh “Airborne Babel”

L-Fudge ft. DJ Spinna, Shabaam Shadeeq & Talib Kweli “What If?”

Caroline K “Tracking With Close-Ups”

Rosa Yemen “Herpes Simplex”

Jonas Reinhardt “Androma”

Sunrise Ltd. “Our Love Will Grow”

Tearist “Headless”

Red Fetish “Spanish Meths”

Hot Chocolate “Could Have Been Born In The Ghetto”

Vibrators, The “Disco In Moscow”

York Factory Complaint Lost In The Spectacle

Nick Klein I’d Rather Sit Alone

#omega #music #playlists #mixtapes #personal #electronic #experimental #noise #industrial #punk #synthpop #no wave #hip-hop #rap #garage #alternative #country #pop #goth #vaporwave #indie

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things-about-cars-in-posts · 1 year ago

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Miata Mod Master Mᴉsɥlᴉsʇ

[I had to spell Wishlist upside down to keep the alliteration going]

So, here's my first original post in quite a while. Apparently, the last one was a whole hundred followers ago - immense thanks to all 400 of you!!! And also, Tumblr informed me I got 1000 likes and kindly generated a picture for me to thank y'all for them with!

Given that's 2.5 likes per follower, I assume they mean 1000 likes just on my original posts, which would track considering most of my posts are additions, and liking all of those either counts towards that tally as just one like to my original post, or if you liked it through a reblog potentially nothing at all, because maybe likes to reblogs aren't counted even if they're reblogs of my own posts. But don't think I'm a numbers-chaser, this is just me wondering. Really, the only reason I even look at the activity chart of my blog is because I started trying to make that line as straight as possible for giggles (and then some of my posts blew up and ruined it, ecksdee). The thought of someone having enjoyed what I wrote has me smitten every time I see it, and I can barely even comprehend the idea that it happened a literal thousand times. I still can barely wrap my head around four hundred people all having decided they actively want to hear more from me. (Usually it's the opposite, har har.) I love all of you for it. The freaks, the puritans, the children (wait I just said that OOH GOTTEM), the adults, the uncomfortably weird, the hyper-organized users that use different blogs for each one of their passions, the hyper-random users that reblog my posts right after diaper fetish art. (And if you thought that was some whiplash, imagine the guy who followed a diaper fetish art blog getting shown me.)

But this is just me buying time, isn't it. Alright alright, let's talk about the wishlist, beginning with its premise.

This is not advice. This is not a list that makes sense at all, really - most of these items are way far down the list of things I'd do with the money they cost and/or the effort they'd take. This is a dream, where those aren't a factor. Just like some people's dream car is a ten million dollar hypercar that was built directly into the bodies of five Middle Eastern oil moguls, my dream car is a Miata with exactly these bits. (And a Seven, but I really need to stop confusing y'all with them being tied for the favorite car top spot.)

This list is based on a note I started in middle school for the fun of it (which is hopefully understood as the driving motive behind this all) and gradually updated through high school and sort of left behind after that, having kind of run out of bits to add to it. It's split into six sections:

Exterior

Interior (i.e. cabin, trunk and engine bay)

Drivetrain (i.e. anything that plays a role in making the wheels spin)

Chassis and suspension (i.e. chassis and everything that connects the wheels to it)

Electronics (i.e. electronics/microcontroller-related features)

Miscellaneous

This will be a chance for me to check the prices of all the things I listed and, at the end of it, tally up their total cost and feel feelings about its enormity. But of course, we'll need to start with a thing that was not in the note, as it was a given to me: the base car. So that will be the subject of my next addition to this post.

Because I can't make this a single post. Absolutely no chance. Even just any workaround to the image limit being about a fifth of the length of this list would be a nightmare for me to execute and for y'all to navigate. And frankly, the length of the task would make me, if not outright give up, at the very least skimp on the kind of explanations and discussions that I must assume are why you're all here. So I will need to make additions to this post (in the form of a reblog, of course) each going over one section at most. But truth be, even doing one reblog per section presents those problems, so some sections would need splitting in a number of parts. Or I could go to the other extreme and made one post per item (or when appropriate group of items), which would allow me to expand upon every which one as little or as much as appropriate while still keeping a tidy presentation. But to do this I would need to hide all the information bar the name under a Read More, because if I put as little as one picture before it by the time I'm at the end of the list every time this post appears in your dash you'll have to scroll past some hundred pictures to get to the bottom of it; also, of course, this would mean this post showing up in your dash upwards of a hundred times - though of course you could just ignore it a bunch of times and when you feel like it go through all the parts you've not read yet at once.

Right now I'm leaning towards the one post per item approach, which would allow me to work towards the completion of this abomination in small daily steps rather than in age-long parts which would also help addressing your other submissions. But it's very hard for me to figure out what y'all would prefer, as it's kind of hard for me to figure out who would actually want to read through the entirety of this. So, y'all are welcome to leave your feedback in the replies or through this non-binding format poll.

Links in blue are posts of mine about the topic in question - if you liked this post, you might like those!

#i would have set something like two or three days but since day and week are the only options week it is #tumblr milestone #thank you #i am pretty sure those were tags included with the post but you know what I feel them so let's leave them in #mazda miata #mazda mx-5 #eunos roadster #miata mod master wishlist

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just-horrible-things · 3 months ago

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Found this while I was sorting my docs, can't remember why I didn't share in the first place but I then forgot all about it until now.

Starring @ustplainwhump's Tyler Parker from her Way Over His Head in a crossover with my characters:

Key Witness

Ariadne navigates the maze of sterile white corridors using Wright’s electronic handiwork. She holds her phone in front of her like a tourist with their GPS, but instead of a map her screen shows a view of herself from above.

She’s glad she paid attention when the WRU employees gave her the tour of the place. Without it she’d be far more lost than she is. The understated building above gives little clue of the expansive warren of cells and hallways beneath the facility. The staff even confided in Ariadne – pleased with their own cleverness – the scheme of geometric marks at the corners that serve in place of legible signs to help the employees navigate down here. Unfortunately not in enough detail to let her make full use of them, but even knowing what to look for helps.

Even so, she has to pause almost every turn to flick between camera views and orient herself by the overlap where she stands under the gaze of more than one lens. She’d kill for a site plan. But this is enough.

If Wright’s doing her job, Ariadne’s in no danger from the security team whose cameras they’re making use of. She’s a ghost, her image erased from the footage before it appears on any screen but hers and Wright’s.

Being a great believer in failsafes, Ariadne has also borrowed a handler’s uniform. It’s a far flimsier defence, but with her head down and her phone angled so that the cameras can’t read the screen, she could pass at a casual glance for a handler merely dawdling about her duty while engrossed in her phone screen.

The greatest threat to her is running into a real handler face to face. The graveyard shift is a skeleton crew compared to the industry of the day, but the facility never truly sleeps. Ariadne measures her breathing and listens intently to pick out their footfalls from the low background murmur of miserable, whimpering voices and air-conditioning hum.

So long as she hears them coming, all she has to do is absent herself a hallway or two from their path, watch their progress through the suborned camera feeds, and move on once they let themselves into the next cell or workroom.

This is a job for a team, and she was strongly advised to wait. She’s well aware of how crazy it is to be sneaking around under the nose of one of the most dangerous corporations in the country, with her only backup half a city away on the other side of her phone screen.

If she fucks this up, they won’t find her. If they do, it won’t be before WRU have erased everything that makes her her.

But she can’t wait, because any day now they’re going to whisk her target away to another facility, or hook him up to the drugs that will neatly and conveniently erase any chance of testimony from his skull.

If Ariadne’s unlucky, they may already have started that process.

She’s seen her destination from above. The footage is high enough quality to spare no details. She knows exactly what to expect, and you can’t be squeamish in Ariadne’s line of work.

But seeing it through the flat, impersonal eye of a camera still doesn’t quite prepare her for the reality of walking into the room.

The clinical, white-walled backdrop only accentuates the obscenity of the tableau.

They didn’t show me this shit on the tour, Ari thinks with grim humour.

Oh, the evidence of it was everywhere, they didn’t try to pretend this isn’t what they do… but it hits different when there’s a live body strapped to the table, and they know it as well as she does. Which is why they didn’t show her.

Parker’s naked as a jaybird and trussed up like the star of some niche fetish porno. For all Ariadne knows, maybe they do sell this as porn. Probably not Parker, though. They’ll be keeping this one under wraps – which is why she’s taking this absurd risk.

The ex-handler twitches at the quiet sound of the door, and makes a hoarse, pitiful sound that could speak to more pain than the bruises Ari can see. He squirms just a little – probably as much as the tight restraints allow – and rolls his hips.

She had seen his erection through the camera, but she didn’t spare it much thought. She has other concerns. But it’s a good deal more eye-catching in person – a frankly alarming colour and twitching erratically with the shudders that roll through his straining, sweat-soaked body.

Ari’s struck by the sudden, mortifying thought that this whole thing could conceivably be some kind of consensual horseplay. Maybe this is what passes for fun among the kinds of people that can work as WRU handlers.

It seems highly unlikely. Just not quite impossible.

She shakes off the hesitation and moves forwards. Parker’s managed to lift his head just enough to get a look at her, and she can see that they’ve gagged him with an O-ring that forces his mouth uncomfortably wide. If she had any doubts as to the purpose behind a gag like that, the evidence is crusted across his skin.

Still haunted by the nagging worry that she might have drastically misread the situation, she unbuckles the gag first, warning “keep it down,” even as she tilts the metal carefully clear of his teeth. He works his jaw with obvious discomfort, not instantaneously able to voice the questions obvious in his eyes.

“Quick check,” Ari says. “You don’t actually want to be here, do you?” He looks like he’s been crying. She’s almost entirely sure he cannot want this, so she moves on without waiting for his response to begin unbuckling the strap across his nearest wrist. It’s fastened tight, without enough room to slide her little finger between the leather and the skin. His hand is red with accumulated blood. It irks Ariadne professionally – but any nerve damage will be his problem, not hers.

When Parker finds words – mumbled and clumsy from how sore and dry his mouth must be – the response is not a clear no. It sounds a lot like “I deserve it,” which is such a fantastically stupid thing to say under the circumstances that Ari’s fingers pause on the next buckle.

“That’s not the question I asked,” she prompts. In Parker’s face, she sees her disbelief mirrored back her. More than anything else, that’s reassuring. It doesn’t look like he’s lost his mind yet. His gaze shifts briefly down his own naked body, across to the sex toys and implements of torture arrayed neatly on the wall, and back to Ariadne.

“No,” he croaks, “no, I do not want to be here.” “Good. Then this is a rescue. Stick with me, don’t make any loud noises, and do what I say, and I’ll get you out of here.”

If she had to find one good thing to say about WRU, at least they keep their equipment in good condition. All the buckles unfasten quickly and easily despite the tension.

As soon as his arms are free, Parker tries to sit up, grunting with the pain as bruised stomach muscles try to engage. Ari spares a second to help him, then moves on to his legs. Rather than reach for the buckles himself, Parker’s hands go straight to his cock.

For a surreal second Ari thinks he’s going to jerk off right there.

But no. There’s a stainless steel ring – not totally dissimilar to the gag – round the base of his penis, tight enough that it’s almost buried in the flesh. It’s that that Parker’s fumbling at. Presumably it’s quite uncomfortable. Ariadne’s more than happy to leave that particular restraint to him.

But by the time the last of the straps is loose, he hasn’t made any headway. His fingers must be numb as hell, Ari reflects, watching him paw uselessly at his cock.

She should probably offer to help. But she hasn’t the first idea how to phrase that offer – and she still isn’t totally sure if he’s trying to get the ring off or just trying to get himself off. And she is definitely not prepared to help with the latter.

Parker notices her hesitation, or her eyes on him, and looks up. Pleading desperation and acute shame fight for supremacy across his expression. Knowing his history, Ariadne can’t find much sympathy in herself.

“Look,” he starts, voice still hoarse and shaky despite an attempt at confidence. “I have no idea who you are or what’s going on but – could you please help me get this thing off?” A deep blush is creeping across his cheeks – and down his neck to his chest – even before he’s got the words out. “Sure,” Ari agrees, wondering how you can work in this place and still feel anything like modesty. She supposes he’s not used to being the one in the compromising position.

She expects to be able to unfasten the ring somehow, but on close inspection there’s no closure, just smooth metal. “How do I…” she starts, honestly surprised that she isn’t red in the face herself, “... do I just pull?” “Not too hard,” Parker cautions with a wince – which she takes as a yes. There’s no obvious alternative, at least.

The damn thing is pretty firmly stuck in place, and the choked-back little noises he makes at her handling of his cock don’t make the job any easier. She is going to be so irritated if he cums on her. She’s very deliberately not looking at his face, but when she spits into her hand for lubrication, she sees out of the corner of her eye his blush darkening several shades.

Even more than the intense awkwardness and sheer bizarrity of the situation, it’s the time that grates on Ariadne’s nerves. Every second she’s in here is a chance to get caught in the act. It can’t take more than a minute or two in truth, but it feels like an age of fumbling before she’s able to work the ring far enough up his shaft that it stops sticking and comes off smoothly.

No sooner is he free from the ring – and her hands – than Parker is rolling over, trying to reach his ass, and Ari finds she isn’t remotely surprised that the sick fucks who’d do this to a former colleague left something up there as well.

“I’ll get it,” she tells him wearily, well aware that his fingers won’t be any less clumsy now than they were a minute ago. Maybe worse, if the pain is starting to kick in yet.

As soon as her fingertips touch the rubber base of the plug she feels the buzz, and the man’s acute squirminess suddenly makes a lot more sense. As she pulls it carefully out of him, he lets out a sound halfway between a sob and a moan. In the air, the buzzing is audible. Parker shudders and exhales in obvious relief as Ari discards the thing on the floor.

Considering how many people he must have subjected to exactly this or worse, he’s pretty fucking pathetic. In other circumstances Ariadne might even find some vindication in the poetic justice – if she weren’t wound so tight with tension and responsibility.

“Can you walk?” She had hoped he might be able to. But he’s wincing as soon as his feet – just as mistreated as his hands – touch the floor. And when he tries to take his own weight his knees buckle almost instantly. Ari has to catch him and heft him bodily back onto the table.

She shakes her head, tsking her tongue. She can’t afford to wait and see if the renewed circulation will restore any strength to his legs.

“I’ll carry you,” she decides. She sees the doubt in his eyes, but she’s stronger than she looks. He’s taller than her, and not exactly a beanpole, so she’s not sure how far she could carry him. But definitely far enough to get out of the building. “Just hold on tight as you can, don’t get your arm across my throat, don’t wriggle, and if shit hits the fan and I drop you, you’d better remember how to run sharpish because your only chance at getting out of here is sticking close to me.” He swallows visibly, and nods.

The only way she can carry him is across her shoulders, but picking him up from the edge of the table is at least a damn sight easier than hauling him off the floor would be. The fireman’s hold leaves his still-erect cock digging uncomfortably into her shoulder. “I’m sorry –” he starts, but Ariadne cuts him off. “Don’t. It is what it is, all that matters right now is getting out of here. So hold on.”

She positions his arms for him, and reminds him again not to grab across her throat, then takes just a second to make sure she can reach her stolen key card and her gun without dropping her prize.

The idiot takes the pause as an invitation to talk.

“Who are you?” She supposes it’s a fair enough question. “Agent Ariadne Milonas. You might remember me?” She didn’t speak to Parker, but she remembers picking him out at a distance for his obvious discomfort at the news of the audit. He ought to remember. “I was sent here a week ago to have a look at your operation here. You know, check the company line when they say everything’s above board and perfectly legal. And what do you know,” she sighs. “Looks like I found a crime.”

#nsfwhump #my writing

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