#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]

[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)

[zuckerxfleisch]

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

[kefir-auran]

(>_<)

[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]

VILLAIN won by Hero's friend as a prize at a poker game part 2

TW: tortured, suffered, abuse, captivity whump, rescue, recovery

"Good. I'll help you heal up, and in return you will share with me any intel I ask for, whether it be on you or New Villain. Deal?" Hero asked firmly. She had to know if Villain was truly committed.

Villain hesitated for a beat, before nodding weakly, his tired eyes sliding shut as he finally lost the battle to stay awake, slipping silently into unconsciousness.

Hero snapped on some gloves and brought out a suture kit, getting to work stitching up the deeper wounds and treating them with utmost care. It would certainly be a long road to recovery, but it helped that Villain had slight regenerative abilities, which allowed him to heal twice as fast as normal. But the more injuries he had, the slower the healing process would go.

It took awhile, but eventually Hero had dressed and patched every wound. There were so many, that Villain almost looked like a mummy, covered in so much gauze.

Then Hero left him to rest, returning the next day with a warm meal. Gosh, it looked like Villain hadn't had a decent meal in weeks. Villain was awake when she arrived, and he gratefully accepted the food, wolfing it hungrily down. It gave strength to his maimed form.

"...Do you remember anything about who did this to you? What they looked like?" Hero asked when he was finished.

Villain eyed her warily before answering. "Not much... They were wearing a black and red mask that hid their face when they attacked me. They took me by surprise, snatching me when I was in an alleyway with two of my henchmen. They killed them, and took me alive for their cruel games." He shuddered uneasily, hand subconsciously moving to cover the worst injury in his side.

Hero nodded thoughtfully. "The alley on 23rd street?" She clarified.

Villain's eyes widened. "What makes you think that--"

"--I've been keeping tabs on you longer than you realize," She cut him off, offering a crooked smile. "I know all your routes." She stood up from where she was sitting at bedside.

"I'm going to scout that area, see if I can find any clues about this New Villain. I'll be back later to check on you. Let you know if I find anything." She turned to leave, when Villain's hoarse voice stopped her.

"Wait! You can't go by yourself!" He coughed weakly. "You cannot underestimate this opponent under any circumstance." His eyes were wide and... surprisingly worried for his new ally.

"I'll be careful," Hero tossed over her shoulder. "I know how to stay unseen." And then she was gone.

((((I'm just going to write a summary for what happens next since I ran into a little writer's block for the middle section. I'll skip that section and jump into the next piece I wrote. Summary: Hero reached the alley and could see the weeks-old damage, signs of a fierce struggle, as well as old dried blood. She also found a small piece of red cloth from New Villain's suit that she brought back for testing, discovering that it was a strong, almost bulletproof material. She shared the findings with Villain, and decided to wait until he was fully healed before trying to track down New Villain, so that she could bring Villain as backup. Villain's power was super strength, and Hero's was ice.

This next part takes place after two weeks of searching, when they finally locate New Villain's lair and barge in to ambush New Villain and bring him down. But it turns out to be a trap, although Hero realizes it in time and dodges it, letting her anger get the better of her as she loses control of herself in rage.))))

**CONTINUED---Hero was enraged at being caught off guard. New Villain was more clever than she anticipated, standing at the front of the room looking all smug. When she avoided the trap, New Villain gave a bored eye roll, flicking a hand at his henchmen.

"Kill them," he ordered, and turned his back, unhurried as he started to leave the scene. At least a dozen of his men came charging forward with blades and guns to attack Hero and Villain.

"Think you can handle the goons?" Hero called. Villain nodded and stepped forward, cracking his knuckles loudly with a wolfish grin. "As you wish, miss," he chuckled teasingly. Then he was a hurricane of brute force, tearing into New Villain's henchmen with a controlled rage, landing blows and tossing them around with ease as though they were no more than paper dolls. It cleared the way for Hero to make her move, leaving him to deal with the men while she chased down New Villain, quickly catching up to him before he could make his escape.

"YOU!" She roared angrily.

New Villain turned to face her with a polished smile and a raised eyebrow, unconcerned by the threat she posed. "Yes?" He asked politely, all the more lethal for it.

"You're a dead man!" Hero snarled, and rushed forward to attack... when a blinding pain smashed into her side, a charge of pure electricity hitting her in the shoulder, shocking every last nerve all at once. She fell to the floor with a sharp cry of pain, white-hot agony ripping through her whole body. The pain intensified with each passing second for what seemed like forever before it sharply ended, leaving her head buzzing and muscles acting terribly. She let out a groan and rolled her head to the side to see one of New Villain's henchmen standing close by, with an electric pulse gun leveled at her.

"Thank you kindly. Now, if you would please dispose of the unwelcome intruder, it has taken up enough of my precious time." New Villain's lip curled with disgust as he looked at Hero.

The henchman stepped forward, switching the electric gun out for one with real bullets. Hero's eyes widened and she struggled to her feet, but wasn't quite fast enough to avoid it. A bullet tore through her stomach, stealing a pained hiss from her as it tore through her, leaving a fierce burning pain in its wake, while another blasted into her shoulder. But she didn't give the man a chance to let off a third shot. She used her ice powers and swept a hand toward the henchman, a powerful blast of ice leaving her fingers that smashed into the man's chest, solidifying into a cocoon of solid ice that trapped him in place.

"No one else to hide behind now," Hero panted, swiveling around to face New Villain again, radiating deadly, barely-leashed fury.

New Villain glanced at his incapacitated goon with a flicker of genuine surprise, eyes widening with dawning realization. He went for his own gun but between one heartbeat and the next Hero was onto him, driving a fist into gut hard enough to knock the breath from his lungs.

He stumbled backward with a broken wheeze, but Hero didn't give him a chance to recover. She snatched the wrist of the hand holding the gun and squeezed hard, until she heard several bones snap, making the gun clatter to the floor.

New Villain screamed in pain and tried to wrench his hand away, clawing futilely at her arm in a vain effort to get her to let go, but she only held on tighter, pulling him close, a dark, predatory grin spreading across her face. Colder than permafrost.

"Game. Over," she hissed dangerously, and drew her dagger from her belt, plunging it deep into his leg hard enough that it punched clean through, making New Villain shriek in agony as she yanked it back out. Then she sliced gashes across each of his ribs, taking her time and drawing out the pain, ignoring how New Villain eventually begged her to stop.

She was losing control, anger and bloodlust taking over as she reverted back to her old ways. The dark side she had long since suppressed came surging forth with vigor, and she gave into it, relished it, the heady flood of power she felt. She let the darkness out to play. She slashed mercilessly at New Villain, who tried to block whatever blows he could see coming, which wasn't much as she struck fast and hard repeatedly.

"Doesn't feel very nice, does it?!" Hero barked, and smashed the hilt of her dagger into his jaw hard enough that his head snapped back from the force of it, and he fell to the floor. "All those people you tortured... this is the price you pay for it."

"I'm... I'm sorry--" New Villain tried to apologize, desperately hoping to appease her wrath, but broke off into violent coughing as Hero kicked him hard in the gut, cracking several ribs.

"S-Stop... Please..." He choked out, his voice leaving him in a gurgle as blood filled his mouth from where she'd smashed some of his teeth in.

New Villian curled in on himself with a groan, shuddering. Hero reached down and grabbed him, hoisting him up into the air by the front of his suit, before punching her blade through his side, stealing another hoarse scream from his raw throat.

"You don't deserve such mercy," she snarled viciously, and pounded on his already badly bruised ribs.

New Villain's head weakly lolled forward as strained breaths wheezed in and out of blood-filled lungs, starting to drift into unconsciousness from the shock of the extensive injuries.

Hero pulled her arm back, about to crush his face in a final blow, when a strong hand grabbed her wrist, stopping her. She turned with an angry growl to see Villain standing there, face tightened grimly, casting her a knowing look.

"Don't do this... once you cross this line, there's no coming back," he said. "You worked so hard to become Hero, don't ruin your new life. I've been where you are, remember? But you showed me a better way. Don't let (Hero's old Supervillain name) win. You're better than this." He reasoned softly with her, averting his gaze from the ruined face of the broken person she was holding, focusing on Hero alone.

"We'll turn New Villain into the authorities... bring him to justice the right way. You don't have to be a killer again." He let go of her wrist. "Take a moment to breathe, pull yourself together again. Then we can turn him in. All right?" Villain offered a reassuring smile that instantly fell away at the terrifyingly vacant expression on Hero's frozen face.

"Hero...?" He said in confusion.

"No..." Hero growled coldly. "Death... is the only answer." Something dark and cruel twisted her face, and without breaking eye contact with Villain, she took her dagger with her free hand and slashed it across New Villain's throat in an arterial spray of blood, before dropping him to the floor.

Villain couldn't help a horrified gasp, eyes landing on New Villain as he twitched weakly on the floor, choking on the blood that filled his mouth and flooded freely out his neck and pooled beneath him. New Villain's struggles quickly faded as he bled out, until he finally went limp after one final shudder, dead.

Villain pried his horrified gaze away to look at Hero, who wore a horribly impassive expression on her face, devoid of anything but cruel intent.

"Turns out, (old Supervillain name) was the one strong enough to do what needed to be done," Hero said icily with a dry laugh, turning toward the exit. "Get in the way of my goals again, and you'll end up the same," she added viciously, delivering a deadly warning.

Villain's stomach churned with dread, and a terrifying realization dawned on him. He remembered what it had been like when (Hero's old Supervillain name) had ruled the city, all the innocent lives they had taken, the destruction and chaos they had caused. It had been a bloodbath, the city streets flooded red from unchecked violence.

And now that Hero was reverting back to her old ways... Villain couldn't let that happen. Hero had given him a taste of a better life, fixed his moral compass, and so his intention was only in the best interest of the city when he took up the fallen gun in a trembling hand, leveling it at Hero's back. Because Hero was right... Death... was the only answer...

Villain pulled the trigger and fired three rounds with deadly accuracy. Hero dropped to the floor with an angry shout, and he walked over to her as she rolled onto her back to glare at him.

"What are you... doing?" She hissed through gritted teeth.

"...What needs to be done to save the city," Villain answered, voice cracking helplessly.

"I'll... kill you... for this..." Hero snarled angrily.

Villain only looked down at her with great sadness, knowing she was too far gone to be saved. (Supervillain name) was taking over her conscience more with each passing second.

"...I know you will," Villain whispered. "Which is why I can't give you a chance to." Then he pointed the gun straight at the left side of her chest, and fired another bullet straight through her heart, a quick kill. A merciful death. Hero jerked once before falling still, and Villain let out a shaky breath. It was over. The city had been saved... but at what cost?

Villain soon became the city's new hero, its protector, but every day he knew in his heart that Hero was the only reason for the good inside him. He'd never forget what she did for him.

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