#i just totured them

[athen0910]

Yk what, i might actually be related to the mer sharks because I can't live a day without getting myself injured. I don't even know where half of my scars come from.

[orphicwitt]

YOU DON'T DESERVE THIS FATE

note; yes i somehow got into poppy playtime fandom and here a little treat.

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You were exhausted, scared yet you continue to push foward. Shaky hands gripped onto your shirt, wrinkles formed on the battered dirty used to be white fabric.

you wanted to leave the moment you step into this place, your very gut screamed to get out while your logical side of your brain begged you to leave and don't go further.

but you didn't, you ignored every red signal that was present to you. you continue foward like it was nothing, it was your own action and you once questioned yourself.

do you regret being here?

the answer was, ...Maybe

one side of you regret setting a single foot here yet the guilt consumed your very being, it haunt you to the bones. you hated it, you want to get rid of it, to relief it, to ...

Focus! you thought, shaking your head. you are getting distracted from your main task, the longer you take. the more time you are forced to stay at this damn wretched place.

you came across an area, an area that look like a prison cell judging by the numerous cell that was littered and sat beside each other.

as you look around the place, a voice spoke. scaring the shit out of you, "you... you're poppy's angel" the voice was raspy yet sounded so tired, you turn around to look for the voice, only to be horrified to see who's belong to.

it was a smiling dog mascot, hanging, you guess it was dogday due to you encountering his cardboard. "come to save us" the mascot wheezed out, it sound like it was taking a toll on him heavily just to speak.

well... he only has half of his body afterall, dear god. it must be so painful for him just do the simplest thing.

"nothing left to save,..."

"not here"

you furrowed your brows, progressing the dog mascot's word. before you could let out any words, dogday continued. "you're in catnap's home, angel... their home"

their home? is he referring to the little smiling critter version of them? you guessed so.

"a million pairs of eyes are on you, now" dogday lifted his head up trying to meet your gaze, gosh. you will never get over how some mascot are just giving you creepy vibes.

"watching, waiting, hungry. they want nothing more then just to crawl beneath your skin, and eat away at you bit by little bit..."

now that's just... you shudder unintentionally at his word, well. your not letting yourself to become food or basically fresh meat to them also not him aswell.

dogday took a short intake of breath before he continue "and fill what empty inside themselves." he then fully face you, "that ...thing... catnap" you take notice of his change of tone when he mentioned catnap, a lingering of fondness yet so distant.

"the prototype is his god"

"and this is what he does to heretics, these little toys... they followed catnap to avoid that very fate...- and in return, they are fed"

"we tried to fight it, the prototype control."

"i'm... the last of the smiling critters" he then look at you, despite his endless depth of darkness eyes and the never ending wide smile, you could tell he was desperate.

"listen to me angel, you need to get out of this place" this time you spoke up, "without you? i don't think i can do that" you huffed, crossing your arms.

"angel... you don't have to, i will only slow you down-"

"Dogday, i'm not leaving you, not on my watch." you stubbornly stated, even he was half of catnap's size without legs, you don't want to leave him, to die in an endless painful toture. you wanted to save him, it was the least thing you can do after defeating huggy wuggy and mommy long legs.

you shakily curled your fists up, you didn't mean to kill them but can they blame you? you did it out of self defense yet you still feel terrible. you wish you can save all the toys.

from this mess.

from this toture.

from this pain.

"you can say all you wanted but i will state firmly that i won't leave you behind." after saying that, you went to set him free. it took some time as well firing some flare to keep those nasty little smiling critters away from attacking.

although you doubt you can carry him but you still tried it away, oddly successful and huffed as you stood up with dogday wrapping himself around your form.

"angel... are you sure this is not heavy for you? i can-"

"i am doing very wonderfully, dogday. don't mind it" it was a flat lie, he was heavy by dear lord. but you endure it for him.

"thank you, you're ...really are a angel in disguise."

"you're welcome, now Off we go!"

[darkcornerwanda]

IN NEED OF TOTURING

Student!Wanda Maximoff x Professor Reader

This is smut between G!P Reader and younger Wanda, if that's not something you'd enjoy, please leave and don't flag this post.

Warnings: Older Reader - Reader has a penis - G!P Reader - NSFW - This is smut.

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Wanda’s not like the rest of your students, at least not in any way that matters. She’s twenty one, like most of them are but your observations go beyond her age.

She’s a quiet girl, delicate when she speaks and even more so, when she laughs. She’s soft in a way that makes you want to break her, but that shall come later. 

With everyone focused on their tests, you take the opportunity to indulge in this secret obsession of yours---at least that’s what you believe it’s become, this desire to observe her, to drink her in and daydream about what it’d be like to actually have her. 

She sits in the front row of your class, just like she’s been doing since the semester started and she began to drive you mad with want.

You scan the room with your eyes, but no one seems to be cheating, everyone’s focused on their own tests, even her. Especially her. 

She’s your best student after all, the one with the easy answers and clever arguments that always made your days more enjoyable. You don’t think you’ve ever been sad about a semester ending, but here you are. 

To say that you’ll miss seeing her pretty face three times a week would be a gross understatement, and that’s not all that you’ll miss. 

You’ll miss seeing what new sinful little outfit she’s chosen to torture you for the day, and the cute and provocative way in which she always bites her lips when you catch her staring at you. 

But the thing you’ll miss the most is hearing her voice, and pretend you can touch her skin when she’s looking at you. 

Time’s up too quickly, and you watch your students eagerly leave. 

“Miss Maximoff? A moment please.” You speak before you can stop yourself. You can’t let her go, you have to do something before she’s gone. 

“Is there something wrong with my test?” She asks, moving closer to your desk as the last of her classmates leave. 

You look up from your desk to find her hazel eyes worriedly waiting for you to speak, and you take in a deep breath in a weak attempt to try to control yourself. The things you want to do to her---the things you have to do to her. 

“Would you mind stopping by my office this evening? There’s something I’d like to discuss with you in private.” She twitches when you speak, her right hand nervously touches her hair as her eyes meet yours in hesitation. 

“There’s nothing wrong with your test, I assure you. You’re my best student.” You smile, winking at her and to your personal delight, you get to watch her blushing under your attention. 

She’s not so innocent, you’ve always known it if you’re being honest.  

…

Waiting for the day to come to an end is by far the hardest thing you’ve done in a while, but when you hear a knock on the other side of your door after seven, you reel it all in. 

“Come in.” You speak and Wanda peeks her head inside first, before you invite her in. 

“Good evening, Professor.” She says, as you notice that she’s changed her outfit. She’s wearing that black little skirt that has been taunting your dreams ever since she bought it a couple of months ago. 

It’s one of her favorites to wear to your classes.

“How are you, Wanda?” You ask as you lock your door and guide her towards the large couch you keep in your office. 

Your clothes feel incredibly uncomfortable already, you can’t wait to touch her and it’s all you can think about. It’s the only goal in your mind, and you’re going to get there. 

“I’m okay.” She smiles, although her confusion is very much present. 

“The semester is about to end.” You begin, she nods. “Can I be honest with you, Wanda?”

“Of course.” She nods again, and sets her backpack on the floor before she meets your eyes again. 

“This is not a professional meeting, if you will.” You smile, and she blushes. 

You’re not oblivious to her stares, or that much of a prude to deny that you’re easy on the eyes either. You know how to work with what you have, you’ve always known how to get what you want. 

“Is not?” She asks, her voice catching. 

“Or perhaps it is.” You say as you stand up and go for the cabinet behind your desk. “I asked you here to give you this.”

“Oh.” She smiles, standing up as well and taking the bottle of wine you’re offering. “But why?”

“Because you’re my best student.” You tell her. “And I think you deserve to drink fancy wine after excelling at a subject most people suck at. Don’t tell anyone I said that last part though.”

She laughs at your joke, and when she looks at you again a part of you knows that you’re in, even before she speaks her next words. 

“I adore history.” She tells you. “And you’re the best teacher I’ve ever had, so why don’t we toast to that?”

“Deal.”

It takes two glasses of wine to have her laughing on your couch, and letting loose the slightest bit. 

You’re not entirely sure of what the line of conversation is anymore, but you do know that she’s staring at your lips far more than she usually allows herself to. 

She’s so soft, fragile in a sense. God, you want her lips around your cock desperately. 

You sit closer when you serve her a third glass, and she smiles when her thigh presses against yours. The air is electrifying, you begin to ache and if you were to put your hand between her legs right now, you know you’d find a pool of want soaking her inner thighs. 

For all intents and purposes, she’s the one who places her trembling hand on your knee. She’s nervous, perhaps terrified of what will happen next but that’s okay, you can easily take the reins of the rest of the evening now that she’s given you a green light. 

Looking into her eyes, you take the glass from her hands first and set it aside right along with yours. You're trembling too, but not because you’re afraid but because you want her too much. 

You turn to her, the couch squeaking as you move to place a hand in the back of her neck, never breaking eye contact as your right hand moves to her knee and begins a slow ascend into the apex of her smooth thighs. 

Her breath hitches when your hand disappears under her skirt, she’s shaking, her body tensing as you lean forward to finally kiss her. 

She gasps against your lips and moans when you finally press your fingertips against her soaked underwear. She tastes sweet, her lips feel like liquid velvet and she kisses you so softly that it makes you want to scream. 

Your fingers are trembling when you push her underwear to the side and finally touch her bare dripping cunt. Her hips cant against your hands, she wants to break your kiss but you hold her in place as you run your fingers up and down her slit. 

She groans and her hands squeeze your forearm, as she tries to fuck herself on your hand. You think about it for less than a second, but soon enough you shove two fingers inside of her without warning. 

She pulls back from your lips, her hips searching for more and you give her more. Grabbing a hold of her long hair, you pull her head back as you squeeze in a third finger inside of her. Her back arches as you fuck her hard and good, no words are spoken. 

Your office fills with the sounds of her little moans of pleasure and slight pain, her panted breaths and her broken voice as she cums around your fingers. You’ve never been harder. 

You kiss her quickly after she cums and push her to the floor without preamble. She kneels in front of you, ravished and confused as you undo your pants and free your rock hard cock for her to suck. 

You’re breathless, more than a bit desperate but as soon as her tiny hands touch your painfully hard cock, you let out a relieved groan that makes her smile in return. 

Her mouth is so warm, her lips softer than you could have ever imagined and your cock fills her mouth completely. 

You don’t want to cum yet, but she’s making that almost impossible with the way she bobs her head, almost choking on your dick as she stubbornly tries to take your entire length in her little mouth. 

There’s a part of you that wants to fuck her mouth silly, grab her hair and force your cock down her throat, make her choke on it until she cries, but you’d much rather see tears run down her cheeks for a very different reason. 

You push her head away, her puffy wet lips making your cock throb and twitch as they’re separated from you. 

“Come here.” You grab her arms and pull her on your lap, your lips finding hers in a messy, dirty kiss that she reciprocates in earnest. 

Her clothed cunt rubs against your cock but you don’t want to fuck her this way, no. You want her legs spread for you, your hips pushing her thighs apart as your cock destroys her tiny pussy with its length.

She fists your shirt as you stand up and sit her on the edge of your desk, pushing away your belongings for her to take up the space. She’s panting now, her fists holding onto your shirt for dear life, her doe eyes staring at you with desire and fear. 

You take off her panties, never breaking eye contact even as she lets go of your shirt and plants her hands on the desk, leaning backwards just the slightest bit. 

Pushing your briefs down to your thighs you grab a hold of your hard on, stroke it twice to calm yourself a little. She’s holding your stare as you push her left leg to the side and step forward between her legs. 

You move your hips, bringing the tip of your cock to rub against her slit. She moans, her eyes flutter shut but she refuses to look away. 

It’s painful, how much you want her makes you ache but you imagine, by the way she screams, it is more painful to have a cock like yours shoved inside such a tight hole. 

It feels suffocating, the way she’s squeezing you while she refuses to look anywhere else. 

Her chest rises and falls with each trying breath that she takes, while trying to feel comfortable with you inside of her, although you remain still.

You lean forward, your nose comes to touch hers but there are still no words, and you prefer it this way. 

Your lips are ghosting over hers when you push your hips forward with force, making her yelp and grab at your shirt again. 

You begin to fuck her hard, just like you’ve dreamt of doing it for the past six months and she takes it without uttering a single word. 

She takes off your shirt and you pull at the fabric of her yellow sweater, only to discover that she’s bare from the waist up, no bra or shirt. 

Her moans become raw, mixing with groans that scape her as you fuck her harder just to make her breasts jump higher and relish in the way her skin turns red because of how good she’s taking you. 

None of your fantasies make justice to what it actually feels like to be inside of her, hearing her moan and have her warm cunt wrapped around your dick so deliciously. 

Pulling out of her, you give her no room to think before you grab her hips and turn her around. When her ass is presented for you, something animalistic curses through you. 

You kiss her shoulder blade as you spread her legs with your hands and rub yourself against her. She’s panting, pressing her cheek on your desk and holding onto the edges as if it were a lifesaver. 

When you enter her from behind, she calls out your name but that’s the last word she can speak for the next following minutes. 

Grabbing a firm hold of her hips, you fuck her so hard that she can’t even breathe properly and your thighs begin to sting by the constant slapping of her skin. 

When she cums, you show her no mercy, on the contrary. Feeling her cunt tremble and squeeze you in, makes you fuck her harder and deeper, so deep in fact that she can’t stop cumming even after you’ve painted her walls white with your release.

You know she’ll be sore after this and the thought of her feeling you days after today, makes you smile wickedly to yourself. 

“How was that for a proper good-bye?” You ask, pulling out of her and watching her legs shake as your cum leaks out of her abused hole. 

She takes a moment to collect herself, seeming as her entire body is trembling and her hair's a mess. You zip up your pants quickly and give her a little space.

“I think I might need tutoring next semester.” She says, her voice hoarse and her lips looking so kissable. “From you. Just from you.”

“We’ll see.” You tell her as you button your shirt and pick up your phone from the couch. “Be a darling and lock up when you leave, yeah?”

She nods and you run your thumb on her bottom lip, already thinking of the next time you get to stretch those lips with your cock, and you leave. 

…

[despairots]

━━━━━━━━ the ballerina dancing in the rain.

pairings ━━━━━━━━ scaramouche x gender neutral! ballerina! reader. reader is a puppet and apart of the fatui, working underneath scara. takes place where scara is apart of the fatui. for story purposes, reader has short hair sorry long hair royalties :( reader has an anemo vision and uses a sword. reader has protective issues over scaramouche and hates dottore

content warning ━━━━━━━━ has some suggestive things at the end (only bc km on my period and hormones have been acting up), most likely angst at some point, murder, mentions of abuse, mentions of being totured and being tested on, may be ooc.

do you walk in the shadows of men who sold their lives for a dream? most people thought you were weird due to being restrained from emotions and body stitches, they didn’t know what was the reason.

and working under scaramouche, the balladeer, you were bound to be scolded and yelled at him but you were prepared, already experiencing this type of behaviour before in your past.

he thought you were weird, doing everything you were ordered too and did everything perfectly right, and no matter how many times you were scolded, yelled at, slapped, you didn’t react, almost have done this before.

it intrigued him also due to the fact you popped into the files in thin air, no records of your past nor origins.

but no matter how many times he said he didn’t care for you at all, he still followed you around when dottore called for you as you trailed behind him like a stray dog.

he didn’t know what brought himself to do that, he said he didn’t care… does he care? he couldn’t possibly. you were just a mere fatui agent that some what was important to the harbingers.

“seems like your joints have been fainting.” scaramouche watched dottore glide his finger’s against your nude arms, tilting your fingers to his liking to examine you whilst you sat there, staring down and sitting still.

scaramouche listened, like he usually does to ensure your safety— safety? since when does he care about your safety? a mere human that worked under him?

he heard dottore sigh and drop your arms to your side, “you’re lucky you’re important to the tsaritsa or else i would’ve experimented on you like the harbinger you work under.” he commented which was a bad move on his part.

scaramouche gritted his teeth and frowned, knowing that comment was directed to him, “what’d you say?” you sneered with venom, glaring up at him due to the comment he made.

dottore laughed at you, knowing your undying loyalty and protectiveness towards the balladeer. “gets angered at the mention towards the harbinger their working under!” even if scaramouche couldn’t see it, he knew you were fuming.

his laughter quieted down, watching you pull your coat over your body to hide his gaze even though his seen your body a million times because of searching for your disappearing joints and being experimented on.

“are you done? or are you gonna continue your experiments?” experiments? scaramouche peeked through his hiding spot, surprised by your amount of chatter and the sudden mention of experiments.

“oh, right! but it seems like we have a guest.” the two of you looked over at scaramouche who interrupted with a frown, “sir?” your body tensed at the sight of him before looking down in shame.

his gaze flickered to your figure before dottore, “what are you doing to them?” he walked up to you two, glaring up at him, “you’ll see.” he paused and looked down at you, taking notice of you putting your boots back on.

“[name], wanna tell him what you really are and what your purpose is?”

“i’d rather not.” you quickly replied to get out of the position you are, ignoring the fact that you were just saved from being tortured, “oh? why not? wouldn’t your dear harbinger like to know?”

you looked at scaramouche and looked back down, hands clutched onto your coat before dottore grabbed your wrist and pulled you over to his desk of files, mostly filled with you.

he gave the files to scaramouche who quickly opened it after dodging your attempts on taking them away from him, “wait!— sir, please don’t read them!” your pleads fell upon deaf ears, dottore holding you in place.

[name] ━━━━━━━━ the ballerina dancing in the rain.

his eyes scanned through your files, eyes slightly widening every time he read what dottore had written down. he closed it and handed towards dottore and glared at you, who wanted to shiver up and die.

“[name]’s a puppet, specifically a puppet for the hydro archon. they’re exactly like you.” dottore stated, grinning evilly down at you who frowned.

that was when scaramouche realized, you were exactly like him, but instead of being discarded, you were kept but ran away due to outliving your loved ones and being abused over and over again.

that was why he felt a weird feeling towards you, a feeling of similarity. you felt that same feeling towards him, that’s why you decided you to perfect everything just the way he wanted.

you were important because you were just a replacement for scaramouche, a new test subject.

“let go of them, dottore.” dottore quickly let go with a smirk as you rushed to scaramouche’s side, who took your wrist and left the place to his office.

it was quiet, enough to your liking but scared of what scaramouche wanted from you due to the fact that he just rushed you both away from the doctor.

“sir?” he pushed open his office door and shoved your shoulders against it, head against your collarbone, flustering you as you stood still, waiting for his sudden outburst he’ll have if you moved.

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“hm?” he lifted his head up, hands now on your neck with care that he didn’t hurt you, “that you were a puppet.” you looked down, “i didn’t think it was important.” shrugging, you felt his grip tightened.

“why?” “what am i supposed to say? oh, i’m a puppet for the hydro archon but i ran away due to restatement towards her. was i supposed to say that?” you scoffed with an eye roll, probably a bad idea but who knows.

“you can’t blame me for not wanting to tell you.”

“you brat.” he dragged you into a rough kiss, stopping you from ranting on and on, suddenly feeling comfortable to show your real personality towards him.

you jumped, hands reacting fast, reaching to his wrist but not pulling away. it was like your body resisted, like your body enjoyed having his lips on yours.

he shoved you back harshly on the door again to which you didn’t mind when you relaxed and wrapped your arms around his neck, moaning slightly into his mouth.

all what was heard last night was the slight sound of moaning and grunting to which you woke up to the marks on your neck and the balladeers body pressing against yours.

[flowermodd]

Yui Komori and Carla Tsukinami yandere headcanons

Yui Komori

🌸Growing up with adopitive father who was pretty much absent in her life, Yui wants to be loved.

🌸And one day she finds her love intrest to be like her new family.

🌸Because Yui wants to have someone by her side.

🌸Starving to have someone in her life to love her.

🌸Despite her kindness, she wants to keep them all to herself and doesn't like the idea of them being away from her.

🌸This turns intro an obsession for Yui to have them.

🌸She would to anything for them, but also manipualtes them emotionally, so they can't leave her.

🌸She believes that God blessed them to be together, mistaken everything for love.

🌸If she is with Sakamakis, Mukamis or Trukinamis, she won't share with them.

🌸If she ends up to be possesed by Cordelia, things would turn intro nasty.

🌸Yui depends them emotionally, even thought that she knows that what she is doing is wrong.

🌸But she can't help it but doing this instead.

🌸This makes her to run away form her fate of being the "Eve", chossing to run with them.

🌸Just because she wants to be happy.

Carla Tsukinami

🔮Being one of two reamining Founders, seeks to find someone to bring First Blood back.

🔮So when he sees the girl that (if somehow has the First Blood) he takes intrest.

🔮Carla at first prerands to be friendly with her, luring her to the trap.

🔮But that would make sure that she won't escape.

🔮Carla would use harsh methods on her, forcing to do things against her will.

🔮Even to toture her that without him, she is nothing.

🔮With those gaslighting tricks, Carla puts her intro her place.

🔮Then he starts to put her under the spell, forcing himself on her.

🔮Carla would make ssure that she would get preagnant with his children.

🔮Forces her to marry him and makes sure that Shin has to whach 24/7 on her and not daring to touch her.

🔮So when she discovers that she is preagnant with Carla's child, she can't do pretty much anything.

🔮This turns her intro more like a broadmare to reproduce more Founders, having pretty much no choise.

🔮Carla might show his soft side to her if she listens to him.

🔮But more for sake of his children.

(Note: Because both win the poll vote, I decide to do both.)

[deadbeat-motel]

Deadbeat Motel: Lucifer

"You've come to seek the end have you?" a figure stands in its lonesome greeting his visitor.

The King of Hell as he once was called, it had been some centuries since anyone had addressed him by that title. The number of sinners who still knew him by that monicker dwindled as time marched on. Now the only ones who call him by that are prideful Overlords seeking to find an end to their long afterlives but would never let another claim the glory of being their executioner.

The Overlord before him didn't say much, opting to avert their gaze.

"The time to have shown shame was long before you came to my realm. If you truly wished to find an end, then look me in the eye."

When the overlord finally grew the courage to do so, they felt something pass through their body. Lucifer's arm had pierced them with the tips of those clawed fingers glittering like white angelic steel. The overlord looked at their torso, Lucifer's fingers definitely passed through their body but it left no mark. They were almost doubtful he did anything to them... but that's when they finally felt it. Its origin on their torso, small and focused like a snake's bite, radiated such an imense pain bringing the overlord to their hands and knees shaking.

"I never promised a painless death..." The overlord's body shakes and trembles as they choke through screams

"... toughen through the pain. You earned your place in hell, you need to earn your death."

That's where Lucifer comes in, being the only other angelic being in this place, he can offer the same end that these angels do with the sinners.

There always comes a time in every Overlord's afterlife where their mortal soul can no longer stand an eternal life of hell. Despite the angels overpassing these souls during the extermination, they are not free from other overlords. Paranoia seeps into their mind as the fear of who would eventually toture them never leaves their mind.

Trivia:

Zestiel, being the only mortal soul that has reached 700, has impressed Lucifer with how long he's kept clinging to his sanity. Though he assumes that once Carmilla is gone, he should soon be seeing him come through his doors.

Lucifer in the show shows disdain for sinners but I feel like they had to brush through it with their 8-episode limit. Which sucks so I amped it up to 11 here where he sees every human as disgusting for forsaking his gift of free will. He is quite hostile and antagonistic when interacting with sinners.

Lucifer has NOT seen Charlie since her birth, he was an absent father. Ever since he left, Lilith has broken all ties with him. Theres a deep pit of guilt and shame inside him that festers from his regrets.

While I am aware that Lucifer and the 7 sins have a circus motif going on. The execution is so bad I don't really want to attempt salvaging it. I'm scrapping his entire ringmaster vibe.

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This was an interesting idea i just wanted to get out in writing before I forgot.

[rene-darling]

Bro I love revenge stories so imagine scara somehow manages to kidnap you but you're a girlboss and escape ofc, you want revenge but you want to toture him, make him feel pain. death would be far to kind, so you kidnap him and tie him to your bed

What's something that will make him most upset? You with other guys of course, so you bring in other guys every fucking day and fuck them inform of him as a revenge never touching him even once since he came here the moans and screams of the disgusting men your fucking!! He starts crying!! And begging all his pride going down the drain!!!

im gonna write a whole fic about this just wait...

[mako-neexu]

i love the concept of guda coming back to their world. youre finally home. youre finally home. yet you dont quite fit in. you are no longer a puzzle piece that fit perfectly among the crowd. you are something malformed in place of what was once your spot in the entire picture. you cant undo what has been done. their heart will never go back to the way it is, after all. guda will forget they have a physical body, they will forget that magical stones are not a currency. they will definitely apply their Servant habits to you even without knowing. (ie like differing the Anastasia who killed almost everyone at Chaldea base and the Anastasia of Chaldea) they will forget What Time it is. They will tell you "ok at some point i think im 19 but idk that could probably be minutes ago or decades ago". they dont blink when theres an explosion nearby. guda is ripped and literally knows ninjutsu. every week, approximately two out of five assassins get attached to them. the rest are traumatized. pushing them off a plane does not faze them. its just a thursday to them. guda will literally forget they are doing something illegal. jail is like. a reststop for them and gives them more chances to make friends. i also think getting totured by the mages association would just make them pouty. its probably just another kidnapping situation to them. getting taken to places beyond their will is the norm. guda will also have people inside their head naturally. guda is definitely going to be the mages association's barely contained scp

[theodoravery]

the thing about amen and vincent that i think a lot of you still do not understand (and i'm using them specifically bc they're the ones being compared) is that 1) amen wants every single dark magician dead, and he takes pleasure in torturing them and killing them, that is a very important part of his character, and that's why the book has made it so fucking clear! amen said it himself! he is not gonna change his ways just because he and eva are in love! eva literally makes the decision to accept that part of himself, so you cannot deny it and you can't complain if you were expecting something else because the book was pretty clear from the beginning about who amen really was (and i'm not saying he doesn't have layers but those do not take away the fact that he enjoys killing and that's that) -- and 2) vincent is not like amen at all. sure, his job, and i think it even has to do with his legacy, is being a demon hunter, but he doesn't go around killing every fucking demon he comes across, he's only after the ones who don't care about his world's ways, the ones who kill humans (like mc was planning to do until he told her what would happen if she did). and sure, you can argue that both amen and vincent want to rid the world of "evil", but again, amen takes pleasure in toturing and killing people (and it's because of a personal vendetta he has, may i add), vincent does not

[jams-sims]

I think an underlineing message in bucchigiri is how you can love someone so much but they will never love you back as much as you love them.

And it toturous, because you just want to be seen. But god do they look right fucking through you. Zabu with Matakara, Mahoro and Marito, Arajin and Mahoro (lesser extent because he never loved Mahoro insert 10 page essay about trying to use a girl etc etc.) Matakara and Arajin. That fucking weird NG boy and Ken-san.

Anyway this ep fucking hurt man- like what if at the end they get shot and some shit like how Senya and Ichya fucking died.

[msallurea]

"Dear y/n,

Excuse me your royal hotness, I am sorry to interrupt your precious time I know im very well unworthy of even being in the mere atmosphere of you but did you know that you have been causing uncontrollable havoc across the world? Like seriously it has truly gotten out of hand! Do you not remember? You posted one photo of you in a simple, black, hourglass silhouette, Thierry Mugler 90s theme, ankle length, vixen dress with beautiful Swarovski diamonds jewelry pieces, YOU PRACTICALLY BLINDED ANYONE WHO SAW YOUR PHOTO BECAUSE OF THOSE JEWELS?! Along with a pair of rare collection black Versace 7 inch heels. I mean come on exactly how much of "broke people should never laugh" are you trying to scream in people's faces here. Has it still not rung a bell?? Seriously, your long, glossy, silky fluffy curls shimmered and glistened in the sun you practically out shined the sun I mean how it that even possible? Your sex appeal quite literally broke the 5th 6th and 7th dimension. I really do hate to be the bearer of bad news but you need to get it together. I have been receiving multiple complaints from husband's wives, they've been too intimidated by your beauty they've had to create fake accounts as guys just to see why there husband is so obsessed with you and end up falling in love themselves, onlyfans has literally went nonexistent since you posted you are the only remedy to this worlds sexual satisfaction, gay people question their sexuality because of you there confused how someone could be so hot, even the most loyalist of men are considering cheating on there s/o because of you, traffic has been hectic cars are crashing everywhere and guess who just happened to walk by..exactly! Calling you beautiful is an understatement, you are astonishing, so poise, so sirenic, so luminescent, you're nostalgia personified, even scientist can't comprehend the complexity of your beauty it's astounding your the one philosophy they just can't explain and its annoying to them. If you have any care at all because by this point you probably believe I'm complimenting you and your batting your fluffy butterfly lashes and eyes sparkling like the moon while you laugh and your sickeningly cute warm smile just reading..thinking of it right now sends purple and pink butterflies in my stomach. Please y/n, if you'd care enough please stop being so hot I beg of you, I'm ready to risk it all with my own wife if you reply back to my letter I have kids and have a happy home but..none of it compares to having you even if it's just for a second please quit toturing us y/n I beg of you."

-Sincerly, your fan

[enviousenvelope]

Headcanons for Exael Lanithro

He learned various torture methods from books of medival tortures.

He stores his weapons in a basement or a shed.

Resting beach face my beloved.

Beside torture, He likes to help shub in her garden, hang out with his brother or just sleep.

He's kinda jealous that teutates have long luscious hair.

If low self esteem was a person, it would be him.

He is open to experiment with his weapons on himself

He doesn't really like masochistic people and find them annoying.

Cannot beat chaugnar in chess

He finds human resistance interesting

When his torture methods aren't working on a masochists, he'll either call yan luo or teutates to finish his job.

Favourite hour of the day: Sunset

He and Teutates aren't close but rather he is important to teutates Allyship

The One thing he favours in teutates is his Serious, cold demeanor when on the job.

You may think is he a sadist, but in honesty, he doesn't find a sense of joy when toturing his victims. (But he isn't merciful either.)

He finds yog quite eccentric and loud, but tolerates it.

He doesn't like abducius.

If he finds more toture weapons he either test it on a human subject or himself.

Yeah I think this guy is now my favourite. Bye-bye (～￣▽￣)～

[fiona-fififi]

Gonna go 911 negative for a minute, so look away if you're not into that.

But I am bothered by the focus on Buck with Gerrard in the new description. I mean, I generally understand why Buck would struggle with Gerrard when Bobby's gone and Buck has recently realized he's bisexual. But it bothers me so SO much that they have brought back Gerrard (and Tommy, though it's obviously a little different from the Gerrard bullshit—but still TWO characters from that same era) and don't seem to be doing anything at all with the fact that Gerrard totured Hen and Chimney because he's a racist, homophobic, misogynistic piece of shit. Like HOW have Hen and Chimney not been incorporated into this story in any significant way yet??

And maybe they will be. It's just concerning to me that Buck is the only one with the mention in regards to Gerrard. Which could well mean nothing—they do often provide episode and season descriptions that separate each character and give them a line that doesn't fully reflect the extent to which other characters are involved in their storylines.

But it is making me uncomfortable nonetheless. :/

[styxnbones]

bound & break for harper on the not so nice ask game? ^3^

bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?

Up until this last year, only the once. But! being in an active chronicle is great for getting those incarceration numbers up lmao. First off, they got nabbed by the SI while trying to save a revenant from them. That one was several months of being staked and starved, since the hunters refused to give them flesh instead of just liquid blood. Though, they actually had miracle level rouse checks and remained conscious for a significant portion of it all. They ended up escaping with the help of the Red Alastor Sulla (yes, the historical roman dictator Sulla, you can thank @tzimizce for that galaxy brain idea) who sent a wraith to un-stake them and then submit to being completely consumed by them. Obviously, the surveillance on their cell noticed, but they were able to talk their way into being released as a mole for the SI and as such did come out with a physical scar- a small listening device embedded in the back of their throat that caused a permanent point of aggravated damage (until they got a mouthful of acid blood that melted it away but that's another story).

The second time was a two week stay in a padded oubliette with a feral skeleton for a roomie (@harbingerofskulls 's Mattia). This was because they couldn't keep a lid on their hatred for the Giovanni and threw Sulla's Gio boytoy (@cemeterygrotesque 's Nero) through a wall for provoking them. The third is related to the second, but by far the worst. During their fight with Nero they had threatened to kill his girlfriend, Renere, if they weren't allowed to kill him. So, when they got out, they stupidly decided to make good on the threat. They tricked her into coming down into their creepy ass basement and ate her alive, nearly to final death. However, her "parasite" (a slayer demon called Bergamot) stepped in and basically sent Harper to super hell. In reality it was only two weeks, but to Harper it felt *much* longer as they were paralyzed with the branches and trunk of a stone tree having grown through their body and a bunch of spirits there to personally torment them. The mental scars from this have yet to come up, but if they ever went to the shadowlands again I think they'd be constantly making checks against fear frenzy.

break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?

It's funny that you picked this one as well, bc nearly all of the times they've broken down it's been related to being imprisoned. The lowest they've gotten in the chronicle was in Bergamot's Toture Nexus for sure, so he and a bunch of wraiths saw them but mercifully no one else. They're remarkably resilient, but even they aren't immune to crying and begging- even just to thin air when they've been left to suffer.

[spopsalt]

spop fans:

Me: yeah, 'cause when C*tr* is abusing, toture or gaslighting Adora you spop fans and C*tr* stans act like " woohoo, go queen go " but when Adora is deffeding herself from her abuser you are like " boo, how could you Adora after you betray Catra ".

spop fandom:

Me: dude, what the fuck ?! C*tradora's whole arc is about how the abuser literally dates her own victim and doesn't give a fuck about anyone but herself, " Adora inspiring Catra to be selfless " yeah 'cause for sure C*tr* felt bad for killing Angella, killing and hurt innocent people and abusing Adora but i don't remember when she feels an ACTUALLY sorry for what she did, " Catra teaching Adora to be selfish " WHAT ?! Adora is not selfish and she would never be, you C//A stans says you know both C*tr* and Adora but you don't because Adora would never be selfish and C*tr* would never be selfless because we saw how the show explaine it.

people, when they see a man abusing a woman: omg, that's terrible, poor girl

people, when they see Catra abusing Adora: omg, sexual tension, lesbians, they are so gf

me: wow you guys are monsters literally, when you see a man doing awful things to a woman you wan't to kill the man so bad but when C*tr/ does the same to Adora you are like happy. If you are like this i don't wan't to imagine how would you react a woman abusing a men because...

well friend, here i am roasting C//A tweets, also i find very disrespectful how people normalize that when a man abuse a woman they find it horrible but when C*tr* does the same thing they are okay with it and that's so wrong , idk what was Nate thinking about creating she-ra and making kids believe that abuse, torture or gaslight the person they love would actually make them fall in love automatically with them and how normalize girls can abuse girls and still be in love. Also if you think about it shipping C*tr* and Adora is like shipping Valentino and Angel Dust in hazbin Hotel because both C*tr* and Valentino abuse Adora and Angel Dust

Hello! Please cut out or censor the usernames whenever you react to tweets and as usual do not harass these users!

yeah, basically Catra will manipulate Adora (and brag about it!) And that's perfectly find, but Lord forbid that Adora fight back! For the second tweet, most of this is just Catra being selfish "What do you want Adora? " and when Adora tells Catra what she wants Catra left and whined about Adora not wanting her. And the first 2 had selfish intentions. And the fourth one had nothing to do with Catra??

[heartsforjohnnycake]

Tw for sewerlside

ERM!!1!

guys I need ur headacanons bc they eat.

Sorry rlly Agnsty request, but I have this au where like a while post death of Johnny and dally (that THAT WAS THEN, this is now time.) Piny just I dunno, kinda just Khs, not even rlly bc of only Johnny and dally, the amount of bullying he got bc of it and other things, Angela constantly harassing him, and the gang kinda I don’t know, growing up? There all legal adults and it’s just not the same.

Two-bit found him. He wanted to know if he wanted to meet his new gf for and. He h__ng himself in the bathroom.

Headcanons for the gang finding out?

oh way to make me cry wow 😞😞

sodapop let out the most blood-curdling scream EVER, like it was so bad omfg. i think darry js threw up on the spot. like so shocked he just vomited on the floor and broke down. steve i think would immediately go to comfort them. obviously he gaf, but he was like "shit no one will be okay if i don't take care of them" two-bit immediately started crying and like. YELLED for darry or soda, maybe even booking it to the dx to tell soda. they didn't take core of his body until darry literally got home. curly skipped town and got arrested for like attempted murder or kidnapping & toture or smth, he did it to the socs. angela cried alot til tim told her it was her fault. thats when she would've gotten married or smth