#fantasy violence tw

[raphohwell]

Centuria is soo good????

So I've been reading this manga, Centuria. It was recommended to me as a Vinland Saga/Berserk-like. I've only read a bit of VInland Saga, but loved it, and when I saw it was only 22 chapters, I jumped in.

Lemme tell you ladies, gentlemen and other distinguished guests, IT IS GLORIOUS. JULIAN MY BOY I WOULD DIE FOR YOU coughs coughs

Anyway

Higly recommend it.

[descendinight]

[zuckerxfleisch]

I'll call you cute while I kick your stomach until you puke ♡

[cavity-collector]

stuck in a body, stuck in a mind

stuck in one body, stuck in one mind; for the rest of your life

this is the rest of your life.

(song and alt versions below cut)

[softistdom]

tying a vibrator to them while i beat them so they associate pain with pleasure

[captainkurosolaire]

~ Fearful Ov' His Name Things May Neva' B' Th' Same ~

The chase ends here, Blackbeard.

... Only thing that ends, is th' roleplay. Returning ov' th' Era of Pirates, starts now. Fantasy is over, You should've valued yer life.

[illuminatedcomics]

SOTA DEATHMONGER: The Slaughter Before Giftmas!

Posting the entire thing in one easy to access post. I got it done before 2024, and I'm happy.

Can also be read at the following link: CLICK ME

[crisiscutie]

Yandere Advent Children Sephiroth Musings

While in the Lifestream, Sephiroth has purged himself of all useless memories, relying on his intense hatred for his puppet and twisted love for his darling, his precious doll to keep going.

Content Warning: NSFW. Noncon. Emotional/Physical Abuse.

༻❁༺ Being defeated by the puppet and forced back into the Lifestream made him livid and more cruel than ever... And he's hellbent on being reunited with his doll, whether by him being reborn in the world or her dying from geostigma.

༻❁༺ And considering geostigma, he will do his damndest to make sure his doll got it. Why wouldn't she want him and his mother inside her, becoming a part of her very flesh? It's such a grand and beautiful thing.

༻❁༺ In the meantime, he kept tabs on her. He'd whisper sweet messages of love in her mind while calming her geostigma. It even became like a soothing balm on her skin.

༻❁༺ ...But heavens forbid if she showed an interest in another man or even looked at one lovingly. Then the pounding headaches came, and her geostigma went from a soothing balm to a wild, spreading flame. And that sweet tone of his tone shifted to menacing..

༻❁༺ He even felt jealously towards his own remnants, hating to see his doll being affectionate towards them.

༻❁༺ His doll had to forgive him for the rough lovemaking that followed after his rebirth and victory. His sadism isn't just limited to his puppet, after all.

༻❁༺ He would nip her neck and hold on to her hips so tightly that it'd leave bruises, as he pounded her cunt. And he will make her bleed. He loves seeing his doll bleeding for him. He hungered to see her bleed for him. It's a symbol of her offering everything to him.

༻❁༺ He was so caught up in his twisted love for his doll while conquering the cosmos, a thought crossed his mind: Why stop at one version of his doll when he could collect them all?

༻❁༺ His inferior counterparts couldn't fulfill his dolls' needs, so he'll do their job for them. From the Dissidia Universe to HoS, he took each doll and made them his.

༻❁༺ And when was nearing the end of his doll collection, one seemed resistant to his "correction". He's impressed with the fight her Fluffy Sephiroth put up to protect her, but it eventually amounted to nothing.

༻❁༺ Even as her cunt adjusted to his cock when he fucked her, she still weakly whined for her Sephiroth.

༻❁༺ But thankfully, AC Sephiroth could be patient. He stroked her pregnant belly and reassured her she didn't need to worry, she had him now. And her unborn child has a new, strong father to care for them instead of his inferior counterpart.

༻❁༺ His victory high never faded. As long as there are untainted worlds out there, he will get to them and destroy them, in the name of his mother and his dolls.

[meredithmcclaren]

'A familiar's justice.'

Description: A man in period clothes stands in the dark of night. He is smiling and holding up the head of a dead woman. Fire burns in front of him. And coming out of the darkness is a great big hound, ready to kill him.

[nomsfaultau]

Hybrid AU in exile week where avian instincts can take over to a degree that is almost horrific, erasing someone’s personality and rationality when they’re panicking. First part here.

Tw graphic violence

When he hears Tommy’s distressed shriek, Philza launches into the air immediately, flying so fast the world blurs below. He finds his chick pinned beneath an assailant, and plunges toward them, slamming into the man so fast he’s flung away from Tommy, slamming into the ground hard enough that he is stunned. By the clippings of Tommy’s primary feathers tucked behind his mask, the attacker claims to be Tommy’s guardian. Philza’s blood boils as he realizes this was the abuser Tommy spoke of. Tommy is painfully motionless from where he’s ensnared in a net like an animal, and his fury builds, attacking faster and faster. The abuser is caught off guard only at first, and begins to fend Philza off. 

But then Tommy makes a noise. And while he should be relieved Tommy is alive, Philza’s blood turns to ice. It’s not a pained sound, the kind he’d expect for the hatchling’s injuries. It’s not a scared chirp, either, the kind half broken by a sob like he’d heard earlier. No, it’s a soft, tranquil coo, trance-like, the kind used during wing grooming to indicate bliss.

And Philza sees red. 

He rips into the abuser with his bare claws, shredding through soft skin and sturdy armor alike. The mask shatters as he gorges through the abuser’s face, blinded with fury long past the end of his agonized screams, past the last of his thrashing struggles, past the death of the monster that hurt his child. 

Eventually, the threat to his chick registers as dealt with. Philza peels himself off the scraps of the abuser’s mutilated corpse. He finds Tommy still softly cooing, placid inside the net he’s tangled in. There’s a dazed look in his eyes, incapable of comprehending the horrific situation he’s in. The most response Philza gets is blissful little chirps. He’s in preening position, or would be if the net didn’t constrain his other wing. Technically it’s easier to cut Tommy out if he’s not thrashing, but his docile acceptance of his ensnarement is sickening. 

Once free, all Tommy does is snuggle even though he’s very clearly bleeding to death. When Philza tries to heal him instead of preening, his coos whine, wings spreading out in the proper display position and trying to nudge him to continue where his abuser left off. No wonder Tommy insisted on grooming himself if he’s been manipulated like this for so long. Except Philza doesn’t know why he’s stuck like this, how his abuser forced the instinct to be so overwhelming. 

His heart breaking, Philza hugs his poor hatchling. He begs Tommy to snap out of it, but he can’t understand a word he says. Tommy is only confused why he isn’t being petted anymore, quietly cooing in the same affectionate tone his abuser forced out of him. He seems distressed that Philza refuses to preen him, only calming when Philza echoes his coos, nestling into his arms contentedly as Philza stiffly runs a hand down his feathered back. Is this just making it worse? Is he trapping Tommy further in his instincts? But every time he stops Tommy’s coos sound so concerned. Terrified, almost, like he expects to be hurt the moment the love bombing stops. Philza abhors whatever it took to make him like this. So he holds the hurt hatchling, at a loss as to how to heal the wounds driven through his body to the soul within. 

When Tommy finally comes out of his trance, he begins to sob for what’s been done to him. Philza only hugs him tighter, suppressing the worried coos building up in his throat, scared of shoving Tommy back into his trance. 

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[spn-fanfic-reblog-writes]

@destielomegaversebigbang Art Post

Author @crematosis

Illustrator @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Summary: As an omega, Dean has always had to work harder than anyone else to be taken seriously as dragon slayer. Castiel might be a bigger dragon than most, but Dean's still confident he can take him down and prove his worth. The whole plan falls apart when Dean discovers Castiel isn't actually interested in fighting him.

Link to fic (ao3)

NSFW Art below the cut

[readtilyoudie]

Fullmetal Alchemist Vol 10

[save-the-data]

Two Worlds | S01E05

Thai Drama - 2024, 10 episodes

Episodes | Gaga | YouTube | iQIYI | WeTV | Tencent | Youku | Catalogue

[your-dxrling]

decided i'd add a tag for my more extreme yan stuff!! block "extreme yan" if u don't wanna see it :> basically anything particularly violent/extremely toxic

cw implied sh scars, intimate violence, non-sexual nudity, somewhat detailed description of cutting

i want to have a cute, romantic bath with my partner.

i want to gently cuddle each other in the warm water, one laying on the other's chest, letting our heightened body heat seep into each other. it could be as fluffy and cliche as they wanted--rose petals, sweet-scented bubble bath, our favourite drinks and snacks.

their pocket knife sits on the side of the tub, blade freshly sharpened and cool to the touch. the water makes it easy to gently lift me up and adjust me onto their lap. they carefully shift the side of my leg out of the soapy bubbles, their fingers gliding over my old scars, baring the skin to the cooler air of the bathroom.

they retrieve the blade and slowly align it with my flesh. its pointed edge presses against my thigh, and i feel nothing but trust and love for the one holding it. they kiss my cheek as they press the blade down, slowly swiping through the skin, letting me watch as the blood begins to fill the wound. they're so much more precise than i could ever be. i cling onto their chest as they go for another swipe, this time harder and faster. it barely hurts at all, and yet i'm crying, maybe just from the joy of being so intimate.

the gentle flow of blood dyes the water a light shade of pink. i relax entirely, closing my eyes and leaning onto my lover as they continue to slice delicate lines across my flesh. the sensation isn't painful, merely a sharp reminder that they're here with me, that they care about me enough to hurt me so gently.

i dunno i think that'd be really cute :>

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Vampire Captures Vampire Hunter to Use as Bloodbag part 2

Warnings: blood, vampire night club, kidnapping of human, intimate vampire whump/blood drinking and violence

Alex cocked his head to the side, an amused smile playing across his lips. "Well, mister 'Curse You', what do you think about going on a little car ride?" he said smugly.

Alex gave the hunter a vicious smile full of fangs and teeth, before yanking him off the wall and dragging him over to a table.

The young man failed and struggled, cursing loudly at him, but Alex didn't care. He threw his new pet to the floor and pinned him stomach-down with a foot on his back to free his hands.

"Get--uff-- OFF OF ME!" The human shouted indignantly, trying to get his legs under him and throw the vampire off-balance.

Alex casually yanked the tablecloth off one table and ripped it into two long strips, using one to bind the human's ankles together, before rolling the human onto his back and tying his wrists together next in front of him, despite how the hunter squirmed and tried to make it as difficult as possible.

Then Alex stepped back to examine his work, humming in approval and satisfied that his prize wouldn't be escaping anytime soon. He grabbed the hunter by the tablecloth around his ankles and started carelessly dragging him out of the club, ignoring how he twisted and turned trying to slip out of the restraints.

"Where are you taking me, freak?!?" The man barked angrily. He sounded outraged, and not nearly as scared as he should be of Alex. But Alex would correct that behavior soon enough, just like training a dog. That couldn't be too hard, right?

There was the beep of a car unlocking as Alex dragged his catch across the hard gravel to his vehicle, throwing open the back door and effortlessly scooping up the agitated creature, shoving him in the backseat.

The human immediately tried to lunge back out, but Alex slammed the door in his face, activating the child locks. He chuckled to himself as he walked to the driver's side and hopped in, turning the car on.

"Let me go, monster!" The human snarled behind him, and Alex could hear him fighting his restraints, kicking hard against his own seat.

"Strange," Alex mused, "that you are the one who barged into a club full of vampires -- and now you're mad that you got caught? I'll never understand humans." He clicked his tongue in mock disappointment, peeling out of the parking lot.

"W-What are you planning to do with me?" The human asked when they were on the highway, and Alex didn't miss the new thread of shakiness his voice had taken on. It was just delightful.

Alex shrugged innocently, glancing at his pet in the rear view mirror. "You're a human. I'm a vampire. Figure it out. It's really not that hard to under--"

"I'M NOT GOING TO BE YOUR SLAVE!" The human shouted furiously, and gave Alex's seat another kick.

Alex rolled his eyes with an annoyed huff. "You're not in any position to negotiate, boy. You should be thanking me that I didn't kill you on the spot. Your blood is my payment for that mercy. Now stop whining, you're giving me a headache. It was cute before, but now it's plain irritating."

"Then let me go and I'll stop harassing you!" The human snapped.

"No. Now be quiet.”

"Not until you let me g-"

"I said SHUT UP!" Alex roared, and suddenly slammed on the brakes, sending the human smashing into the back of the front seats and falling onto the floor of the car with a startled yelp.

The vampire pulled his car off the freeway and turned on its hazard lights, unbuckling his seat belt. "I have been quite patient with you this entire time," he snarled, "but now you're getting on my nerves. Be quiet, or I am coming back there to teach you a lesson myself and put that cocky ego of yours in its rightful place. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" He had no idea humans could be so obnoxiously noisy.

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[batwynn]

CW: Blood/Murder on the last 2 pages

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