#m-mercy

[reilliane]

is there any chance of mercy pt2🥹🥹

Combined these two asks together!

Mercy, oh golly, I recall that tragic sibling fic. I do have plans to continue it, but I gotta admit that I forgot part of the plot I intended to write for it 💀✋ it's my fault im so disorganized JKFHASDF

I'm going to have to give it a read-over again to rattle my memories lmao. I know for sure that it's Xiao's perspective of things. If writing Rancor meant anything, it's that I love writing Xiao lol I'm gonna have a blast when I get the angsty writing groove going on again hehue

as for the ending, though.. will it be good or bad if i no longer remember how i'm supposed to end it? i'm a bit merciful now :DD

pun unintended

[ricky-olson]

THIS CORROSION (1987) Patricia Morrison of The Sisters of Mercy

[liesmyth]

Fuck every other question about John Gaius, none of that matters. Do you think he actually only ate peanuts discreetly, the once?

John Gaius is a dirty liar who lies. That was just the only time he was caught.

[kyleetryme]

a light or somthin'

[corallapis]

on the proposed finale for season 11, the final game.

[sleevebuscemii]

ceasefire has been reached…..glory to the resistance

[sammy-sexy-masochist]

~ I can’t help myself sometimes. ~ Every bratty word that slips out of my mouth feels like a tiny victory, a little thrill running down my spine.

But deep down I��m just aching for it to backfire, desperate for her to make me regret it.

Every time I push her, I’m hoping she’ll finally snap, grab me, and remind me why teasing her is such a dangerous game. I want her to shut me up, to show me exactly what happens when I push too far.

It’s funny how much I enjoy provoking her, but I also can’t wait for the moment I’m forced to pay for it.

It’s like every little taunt I throw her way is just another step closer to the punishment I know I deserve.

[stormyoceans]

they could have fucked nasty in the middle of those woods and it still would have been less intimate than whatever the fuck this was

[clownsuu]

Are they friends? Frenemies? Oh, who knows!

LMAOOO c l a s s i c Mob!Barnaby behavior

[fascinationstreetmp3]

putting this all under a readmore and not tagging i just wanted to put my thoughts down somewhere .. talking about marius and his fans & tw for mentioning csa / sa

personally. i understand that the marius/armand relationship has been a popular part of the book series for decades and it's fictional and yes i get it. but. i dont understand those fans who encounter people who find it purely horrifying or upsetting and then get mad at them for it. just because of how it's framed in the books as a beautiful gothic love story (filtered through both the author's intention & the skewed perspectives of the two characters involved in it) doesn't mean EVERYONE has to romanticise it and it's only babies or idiots or show only fans who "can't handle gothic fiction".

and then the people who try to convince everyone marius is armand's saviour who only ever treated him with love and kindness really confuse me. like, is it a wholesome relationship built on mutual love? or is it abusive and awful AND loving and caring at the same time? aren't the people who deny marius did anything wrong to armand really the ones who can't stomach enjoying gothic romances and have to twist it into something else?

it's a story of a fully grown man, a millenia old vampire, rescuing a teenager from sex slavery by purchasing him for himself, renaming him, showering him with affection, sexually abusing him, genuinely loving him, treating him like a child and an adult and student and son and lover all at the same time, making his entire world revolve around his master, punishing him emotionally and eventually physically whenever he gets too clingy or aggressive. and it's all done, not under just the 'guise' of love, but from a place of genuine love, and that's how both characters see it. it's entirely damaging and fucked up and the aftereffects of it on armand's mind and sense of self are present for centuries, compounded by everything else he went through. he still draws both comfort and pain from thinking about his past now and even tries to partially recreate the dynamic with someone else both in the book (with daniel, armand taking the role of the master; and keeping young 'mortal slaves' for a time) and in the show (with louis, armand taking the role of the slave)

it is a super fucked up relationship & i'm not one of those people who thinks you shouldn't be allowed to enjoy those in fiction. there's a lot of them that appeal to me obviously, and of course everyone has their own boundaries when it comes to that too. AND i know it's not all marius fans or even all marius/armand fans. i literally don't care what people like in fiction and i think we should all just mind our own business honestly

but it's the people who act like they're the only ones who get that it's just a tragic beautiful romance, that nobody else can read apparently, that 'marius haters' are just looking for things to be mad at that make me go ???????

[itshyuka]

long time no see, jjunie~

[madame-mongoose]

cause everytime we touch i get this feeling

oooh my fucikgn god

[jonahs-arks]

More Nervawell art 👍

[I greatly apologise for the suggestive material. A beast came over me that day; a full moon, if you will]

[joe-fuckingtwice-toye]

victor's mother, the day before they adopted elizabeth, jokingly told him: "i have a great gift for my victor, he will receive it tomorrow." and the next day she's like… introduced her as a promised gift.... what a weird shit to say to ur kid, woman..... or not. but he says that at that moment he took her words literally. he began to consider her his own. then the chapter ended with the words: "but no word could express my attitude towards her - she was closer to my sister and was supposed to be mine forever." dunno, fellas, but i feel anxious

[keepofkandrakar]

i think about cartoon willmatt all the time. them fighting for each other despite matt having zero experience on the field. matt’s shagon arc gets me going. m is for mercy and s is for self are masterpieces. the demon in me is banger. the tension. the banter. the endless support despite the circumstances. cartoon willmatt will always and forever trump comic willmatt.

and let’s be so real rn: there was nothing as masterful as w.i.t.c.h. season 2 before its release and there will never be anything like it again.

[sammy-sexy-masochist]

So, I did it. I ordered us new "torture" tools. The past few days have been a blur of pain-defficiency. The old cane, bent and worn, felt like a ghost of what it used to be and it didn't cut it anymore.

I craved the kind of pain that makes you scream until your throat is raw, makes you thrash and cry on the brink of spitting out a safeword, but… not quite. Something special.

So I went searching. Hours and hours, lost in reviews, reading about different materials, weighing my options until I finally found them.

A 6 mm diameter, whippy delrin cane, 60 cm of pure elegance; and a 5 mm diameter, stiff glass fiber cane, 70 cm of cold, sharp danger.

When the international shipment finally arrived, it felt like Christmas morning. I was so damn excited.

Skipping to unpacking those beauties with Nellie. She even let me touch them, which I am most of the time not allowed to do. She kept saying that they were so elegant and beautiful that she was captivated.

They were everything I’d hoped for — smooth, cold, so much thinner than our old 8 mm cane, and so much more dangerous. I was proud that she not only accepted but cherished them, and that I made a good choice.

I loved how beautiful those nasties looked. I could already feel the anticipation as I begged her to try them out on me, just once, just on my legs, even clothed.

She made me wait a little. Of course, she did. Then, finally, she gave in. And it hurt.

It hurt so fucking much.

The sharp ache pulsed through my thigh for a long time. And I knew — this was it. This was exactly what I’d been looking for. Nellie was practically glowing as I told her how much it hurt. And then she said, “Imagine 150 strokes.”

Just those words sent a rush of uncontrolled heat between my legs. The thought of enduring that… I wanted her to do it right then and there, to make me scream and cry and beg for mercy.

But we had to go to bed early that night, so I was left staring at those stunning, cruel canes, imagining the agony they’d bring.

And Nellie, she said to me as we lay in bed, her voice teasing: “Maybe you’ll have to safeword next time. You must be scared.”

And ugh, yes, I am. I’m scared that I won’t be able to endure, but I will have to, right? I need to hear her say it again and again, how much it’s going to hurt, how there will be nothing but pain.

Just the thought of it is enough to make me moan. I need her to tell me that I’ll endure, that I’ll take it all, and then she’ll make me take it again. Like a perverse lullaby.