#mmy attached

[cosmic-hypnotic]

something like forgiveness

[starryarles]

starting my own business and applying for funding help and it's all so stressful and i have to pretend to know what i'm doing because i still feel 14 and i can barely speak my native language and i don't even wanna do this and

[freesomebodybyluna]

I haven't been doing my little diary entries lately, but a little while ago, an older coworker of mine who makes personal little name tags for my coworkers asked me what my fav colors are so she could make me one & a few days ago she came up to me w/ it while I was doing dishes and said "I'm sorry it's a little girlie" and I was like wtf!! It's so cute I love it!! and didn't put it on immediately bc my hands were wet so another coworker came up to me to look at it and was like you can just put it on she puts some kind of water proof coating on it like omgg she puts so much thought and details into them I love her 😭

[winewinebloodwine]

[Chuuya himself almost can't breath. He lays there for a second, trying to- to force those words into his head. He almost can't. He does. He wants to rage at that- and he wants to sob with relief. He wants to shake dazai and demand what the fuck is wrong with him- and to ask him why. He doesn't. Instead, he breathes a bit, carefully controlled. He murmurs back, voice tired and wet in the way only someone choking on sobs can sound] White Chrysanthemum-?Garden Daisy- thornless rose, yellow tulip.

[Chuuya hums a bit, still mostly focused on trying to breath. He nods though, absently agreeing. He tilted his head a bit, seeming to be silently wondering if dazai had gotten it all or not, before sighing a bit. His grip around Dazais wrist is iron strong, if a bit loose.]

[@long-death-dazai contining the other one here!]

[enmmyheavenscg]

MY SITUATION .

hello everyone ! if you’re aware, you know im currently back from my break!

But my situation hasn’t gotten any better.

TW FOR ATTEMPTED SUI, MURDER MENTIONS, ABUSE - just my parents being horrible . Invasion of privacy

I don even know how to tag this properly.

Today on tuesday, July 30th 2024, 3:42 am as I am writing this.

My mental (and physical) health has worsened since everything had happend, My parents have been making me feel genuinely worst

I just happened to be in a call with a friend before oh- the first time, my parents came in and yelled at me.. my mother raised her hands up a bit, yes but. She usually does that so usually I am not affected by it but today was just. horrible.

After the first couple times they did this, they turned the wifi completely off, I was still In a call with said friend but I was muted. My parents were being absolutely horrible.

I would go detail by detail. syaing hooe the whole wrugement started but No, only thing I’ll be saying is.

My mother went absolutely ballistic and was trying to open my locked door. (Which I Have video of) she kept hurting md, threw something at me and just absolutely started screaming at me , she jus wnt crzy

My father laid his hands on me for the first time today aswell, it was a truly horrifying experience. I’ve always preferred my father over my mother yet - today trigged something inside my brain ? Made me genuinely hate him - myself , everyone around me. My younger brother was sleeping , yet we were fighting in his room .

The argument affected me, it was only an hour ago? .. couple minutes . im

not sure . It all went so fast my brain jusut ii

They kept tyryung to corneer mme and my mom trid to hold me in pllce , not allowing me to leave / get into Myy riom

I had to forcefully do so

I don’t even know what happened . Today started off so good yet endlu horriblly .

I tried

I tried to end it all after that conversation. I was messaing that said friend before, begging them to call help, crying . I’ve never felt more scared, weaker . Horrified . I tried choking myyosg and I still can’t breatffwi

im tryiy not sure how im writiing this but im doing it . I really hope I get my wifi back to be able to send this (if I do then that means I did)

I trid casling emergency servieces, I didn have service - no wifi, nothing. I ws basically stranded , in panic moddee

I wssso lightheaded, dizt and honestly felt like I eas dying (I stsuol am bu am doiing bettr(

I

I would’ve died if I kept chokiif myslf with it a bit longer

They were gona kill me though. They . Thhy said os

My mom sid my dad woul beat mme until I was dead and unconscious - my ddad sid he din lov me tdoy

My dad sid god woul mak that happen when I said I’d die

My mom threatened to murder me tdosy (twice or once) she was holding sormyuing when I ws forced to opn my door . I can’t rmebr but it was a utensil . N ths all I rembr . Was it a knife? No clie. was it something else ? no clu

Theve alwys been horubel but this was jut icing on cak . I just need to get mor evidence on wht tehy did . Then I havs my proof . (I mite attach wht my mom did to my lock . I rmeber . 4? 3? Years ago she brok it .

And now it’s even more borkn. It may not look like it but it is. N sometiije thi year she brok mmy doorhsndle. Iiz awful here

I truly wanna leave but I hav no choice)

im

I’m just so scard, I’m mortified geniunlly

photdo down here + vudeo if I can (took the screenshot at 03:51 so ths why it says tagt) plus one I jus took .

sory I knowthuu iz all too much but I’m so

So

done here. . I add more on as I can try and remember beter . I don’t feel like myself currently so it’s quite hard to remember stif that . Doesn’t but also does feel like me

(ddin add all images.)

Poease . If you rpost thji pls do . I need to get outta herre soon enough

If you wanna talk to me- @ahaclownnoises is my main / my discord

[jesterjazz-creates]

Peri Learns Timmy is Spider-Man

Characters: Peri, Timmy, and Wanda Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: N/A

[Peri Edition <- YOU ARE HERE] [Cosmo Edition] [Wanda Edition]

🕷 🕷 🕷

All Peri wanted to do was show his older cousin a meme.

Somehow that was too much to ask of the universe.

Timmy was usually in his room, either playing video games or whatever. He barely heard him all evening which was odd. So when he heard a faint thump from the other side of the wall, he assumed his cousin was finally home. 

He seemed to be staying out later these days. Doing what? No one in the family really knew. 

At least Peri’s favorite cousin was back. He grabbed his phone and loaded up the video he meant to show Timmy earlier. Sure he could've sent it to him but it was funnier to see Timmy’s reaction.

Peri had this phone in one hand and opened Timmy’s door with the other. 

“You’ll never guess what-” Peri’s eyes landed on the hooded figure with a mask. His entire face was covered in black cloth with one two crudely attached lenses.

The two locked eyes. Neither moved. This was not his cousin. This was someone who broke into Timmy’s room, from the second floor? Surely, there were easier houses to rob. But this had to be a thief. Someone who could probably stab him. Badly.

Peri stayed calmed.

“DAD!” Peri ran out into the hall. He didn’t even know if his dad was home but it was worth a shot.

Thwip.

Something hit Peri’s back and yanked him back inside Timmy’s room. His phone flew from his hand. He fell flat on the floor. The stranger looming over him.

Peri went to scream again but the stranger shot something from their wrist. His mouth closed shut. He tried to look down. His hands were going towards the bottom half of his face trying to rip off whatever was stuck to his mouth. 

It wasn't coming off.

He screamed but it came out muffled.

“Peri-” The stranger said.

Oh dear. This person knew his name. He was dead. He had to do something.

Peri turned over and started hitting the stranger's legs. He wasn't going down without a fight. No matter how pathetic and one sided the fight was.

“Peri, calm down!” The stranger whispered angrily. He crouched down and ripped off the ski mask. 

It was Timmy. 

“Mmy?” Peri’s eyes widened. This only raised more questions.

How did Timmy get onto the second floor? The window was open but there was no possible way, no stairs or balcony except for his door. 

Why was he even breaking into his own room in the first place?

What the fuck was that thing with his wrist? 

“Boys?” Wanda’s footsteps made their way up the stairs.

The two of them gave each other an  ‘oh shit’ look. Panic in both their eyes. Moreso in Timmy’s. 

At that moment Peri understood. Whatever was happening, mom and dad were not to be told about it. Peri got off the floor and tried to break off whatever was stuck to his face.

Timmy ran to the door and slammed it shut. They both winced knowing that was about to get Timmy into even more trouble. 

“Everything’s fine, Aunt Wanda!” Timmy took off his hoodie and threw it into the corner. He did a weird motion that let out… 

Webs? 

Okay, what the fuck Timmy.

The webs latched onto the mask and he grabbed it and tossed it into the corner. He rushed over to Peri and ripped off the webbing.

Peri yelped. The webbing was stuck onto Timmy’s hands now. Panic overtook the cousins.

Wanda knocked on the door. Peri ran to stop the door from opening all the way.

“Hey Mom!” Peri nervously laughed. The door was only open an inch.

In the corner of his eye, his cousin was quietly panicking. Timmy was flailing around trying to get the webs off his own hands. Serves him right that stuff is strong and sticky.

“Is everything alright Sweetie?” Wanda held her hand against the door. Her soft tired eyes almost let Peri’s guard down. Almost.

He straightened his posture, “Of course. Haha. Um- Why wouldn't it be? It’s not like I thought someone was breaking in- Because no one can break in! Especially not from the second floor because that’s impossible-” He paused. “Timmy and I were just playing a game. It got a little rough. Because we were… Pretending to be wrestlers?”

Wanda looked confused, she shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. “Timmy’s home?”

It was at that moment when Timmy finally took control. He opened the door fully and shoved Peri out. Peri restrained himself from letting out a whimper. Jeez, when did Timmy get so strong? That hurt.

“Yeah, sorry I didn't tell you earlier Aunt Wanda.” Timmy smiled. 

“Just… Don't make it a habit, alright Sport?”

Timmy gave a mini salute, “Aye aye, Captain Wanda.”

Wanda sighed, “We’re talking later. Both of you. You two know how I get about slamming doors and roughhousing.” She started walking back downstairs and let her voice carry itself back up, “Dinner will be ready in twenty minutes.” 

Peri turned to Timmy. His mouth failing to make an coherent words. They were more akin to baby babbles then sentences. 

Timmy grabbed his wrist and pulled him inside. He closed the door with a little too much caution. His room was the way it always been. Aside from the broken cobwebs on the floor. Tiny strains littered across the already messy floor. 

“Timmy… What happened?”

“Um.” Timmy took a deep breath and grimaced with a shrug. “I’m not one hundred percent sure but I think a spider did this. Or a spider allergy? Something related to a spider that’s for sure.” Timmy started going on about a field trip a few months back. The discovery of spider related powers. The webs he could shoot out of his wrist.

“Long story short I’m kind of a vigilante now?” Timmy did nervous jazz hands.

Peri was stuck in a daze. This was a lot to process. All he wanted to do was eat but now his stomach couldn’t handle the idea of his cousin going out there and fighting criminals. People with guns and weapons. Scratch that, his cousin had superpowers. Spider themed superpowers.

“What is my life?” Peri thought aloud. 

“You weren’t the one who got sick from spider bite.” 

Peri shot up. “And you didn’t go to the hospital?!”

“I thought it would be fine.” Timmy grumbled.

“You can produce webs from your wrists. That is not fine.”  

“Drama queen.”

“I’m gonna be honest Timmy. I don’t like this.”

“I’m not asking for your approval, I just don’t want you to rat me out to your mom or dad.”

“And I won’t. I…” Peri had no idea what to say. It was always Timmy who looked out for him. Sure, his cousin has done reckless things before but this is a new level of insanity. “I just don’t know.”

“But you won’t rat me out right?” Hesistation from Timmy's part. As if Timmy hadn't helped Peri cover up countless mistakes. As if they hadn't grown up together.

They were ride or die.

Peri shook his head no. He wouldn't tell, he trusted Timmy.

“Good. I owe you one.” Timmy gave him a soft smile.

It was Peri who owed Timmy a lot. He left without a saying another word. His phone was still on the hallway floor. He picked it up. 

Peri surpressed a laugh, of course the meme he wanted to show Timmy happened to be about a spider.

[buddiebeginz]

bro you don't even write fics like why would thye target 3 people that aren't even fanfic writers make it make sense.

Exactly nonie. I've always wanted to write fics I've even thought about it but never felt like my writing was good enough. But I've been around on tumblr for years. If had ever written any fics you'd be able to find links of them on my tumblr and there aren't any because I never have. I certainly am not about to start now with a fic about T*mmy and child ab*se.

I also find it pretty ridiculous that they think this is how we'd choose to cause issues in fandom if we wanted to. I've been calling out B/T shippers by posting screenshots of some of the vile things they've been saying since season 7. But you know what I gave those B/T shippers the courtesy of not attaching any of their screen names (from any of their social media) to any of the posts I made. Cause I wasn't trying to send harassment their way just call out the problematic things I saw them saying and doing. If my intention was to really be awful and cause problems I could have easily sent people to harass B/T fans but I always tried to avoid doing that with my posts.

And yet here I sit dealing with harassment towards me because I've dared to say I don't like T*mmy, or Lou, or ship B/T. And because I've dared to say you know it's really not okay that B/T stans call everyone who doesn't like their ship homophobic. Or it's really not okay that they tried to dox a journalist because she ships Buddie. Or the myriad of other things they've done all year.

Sorry for the rant anon I'm just really upset about all of this right now. Thanks for taking the time to message me.❤️

[zombiepuke]

let you go.

heyyyyyy-yooooo this is my first like, full fic for Ellie from Evil Dead Rise, i was IMMEDIATELY attached to her first time i saw the trailer. now here we are. this is kinda bloody kinda fucked up but you're fucking a Deadite so. probably gonna have to be fucked up.

ellie/reader, 18+ wlw oneshot :) not really mo/mmy kink but the word is used once.

word count: 4,028

It always seemed to be raining in this city. Everytime you shut your car door, turned the ignition, there it went - the iron smell of rain filling your nose as you cursed the heavy drops splashing against the asphalt, your brakes squealing lightly as you pulled out of your parking garage and sped off to your destination.

It was as if the weather itself was preparing you for the doom and gloom of the abandoned high-rise on the corner of the darkest, least-traveled street, the apartment building no one ever dared to venture into, the one everyone whispered about I heard there’s ghosts I even heard serial killers like to dump bodies there yeah well I heard it was a satanic ritual site dead cats and bloody chickens–

No one dared venture there but you.

Not that those folks had a bad reason to steer clear of that dark, dank place, but you were always attracted to the absence of light, and when the city had deemed the building condemned, and ordered it to be torn down to make room for some luxury high-end bullshit, you panicked, called every town representative, even booked appointments with the mayor. All of your begging and pleading for them to leave the building be - it’s a part of our history, you can’t just destroy it! - seemed to work, as within the month of the first destruction order, the higher-ups in town had laid off of it and decided to not go through with it. You weren’t sure if it were your doing that kept the building upright but you certainly liked to think so. That’s what you told her, anyways.

Of course, it was for her. Everything you did lately was for her.

Blood ran cold through your veins as you locked your car up, and made your way to the shabby elevator on the ground floor. The clacking of your shoes against the concrete the only noise in the damp car lot, reverberating off of the few old, broken down vehicles no one cared - or dared - to come collect. They had been there since you could remember, the time passing you by and you genuinely couldn’t remember, how long had you been coming here, for her?

Her smell, spicy and sweet and tart all in one - like rotten candy sweltering on a hot day, cotton candy full of maggots and lollipops sticky with iron and cloves and sweat - swept you off your feet (your heart skipped a beat but she couldn’t know she made you nervous, but the type of nervous like you were asking out your crush for the first time, every time you interacted with her), the nearly broken elevator clanging and slamming shut as you gingerly stepped in, the only reason it still worked is because she had made it so, allowed it to work only for you (she secretly just wanted you to arrive to her quicker, and she knew how your feet ached after your shifts at work, so she let the elevator run - but she would never let you know that she actually cared about your sore feet).

You could smell her from down the hall, ten doors down from the apartment she was most fond of. She could smell you as soon as your car turned the corner onto the street.

The pipes and exposed brick were shrouded in dark shadowy lighting, the rain outside making it nearly impossible to see clearly into the hallway, but you didn’t need the light - you knew exactly where you were going, your feet already shuffling towards the door, her door, as if your brain no longer was employed by you, but by her reign. A stab of delight and dull energy flooded your gut as you stood in front of the apartment, the hallway carpet damp and stinking of iron. You didn’t even have to knock.

—---

“Thhhh-ere you are, little one, I missed you so,” the crackle of her voice, deep and airy, womanly and demonic all at once, echoing across the apartment and into the nooks and crannies of your mind. She was everywhere, all at once, covering the floor, the ceiling, the bed, your own body - Ellie had you pinned beneath her, one arm held across your throat, and you could just make out the fine line ink she had tattooed over her wrist, so telling of the woman she once was, long gone by now. The thought of what she truly was, demonic, evil, made you shiver lightly, an excitement only Ellie could bring unraveling in your gut.

Dark hands, bony and long, the hands most were afraid of grabbing their little feet from beneath their childhood beds, wrapped themselves around you, one moving from your shoulder to trail across your outstretched neck, viscously cold, starting a path downward, icy patches of fingertips crawling over the start of your shirt. Ellie playfully tugged at the material, urging the cloth off of your skin, and you complied immediately - rushing to shrug your tshirt from your upper body (you had gotten onto her about ripping all of your clothing in her desperation to get you undressed) to give yourself to her entirely, her eyes shined evilly at your choice to not wear a bra - you were exposed, body and soul, and she craved everything you had, wanted everything you were.

And you were more than willing to give it all up.

Ellie enjoyed the tease, taking her time to undo you piece by piece, painfully, excruciatingly slow, and put you together again; you were merely a toy for this ghoul to play with and throw around - until you didn’t entertain her anymore and she ripped the head off of her Barbie doll, but you didn’t care to think about that much, or think about the fact that your death would not upset you, but not being with her anymore, would.

The hand upon your torso engulfed one of your breasts, clawed thumb laving across your nipple and your hips jerked upwards at the sudden touch, begging for attention down below already and Ellie’s face morphed into something sinister, thick seeping plasma weeping from her ears and nose dripping down onto your heaving stomach.

“Impatient little bird, aren’t you? You’re dessss-perate for it,” the seething words dripped from her lips like rotten honey, the drawn out syllables going straight to your dampening cunt. Ellie could smell it, and you knew. “What does my little slut want, hm?”

“Please, Ellie... it's been so long,"

“Tell me what you want or I’ll never let you come again, and I mean it, stupid little girl.”

She was always like this, at first - so mean to you, so full of rage and chaotic evil and it burned you alive in desire for her, but also in desperation to please her, to wrench that softness out of her that you knew she had for you. But once she saw how you opened yourself up for her, fell apart in her grasp, took her in for every disgusting, nasty thing she was, and adored her, she eased up with the bite of her words. Ellie could actually be quite tender with you, and only you, and even though the demon probably wouldn’t admit it, she enjoyed pleasing you as much as you did her, the sweetness you brought out in her a gift you always cherished.

“You, I want.. you. Please please, Ellie,” your voice was small, quiet in the dark of the room, your small pants of desperation heard in between each breathed out syllable. You were beginning to squirm below her, needing something, friction, a touch, something. Ellie herself was beginning to feel shaky, the demon’s desires bubbling up like a sick broth of unfiltered lust, gluttony for your attention, your touch, your body.

A bloodshot eye twitched, Ellie’s eyebrow raising in interest and joy in your agony, taunting you and teasing you to continue, sweet thing. You know you always get what you want in the end, anyhow.

“Please touch me, Ellie. Please, I really need you,” the tears in your eyes brought her over the edge, you liked to think - she crashed forward into you, two large, slender hands on either side of your face, her mouth pressed into yours. Kissing her always made your heart leap into your throat in want (never, ever in fear), her mouth always so cold on yours but she was such a decadent kisser, it made up for the freeze tenfold. Dried blood and gore on her mouth from god knows who she had attacked recently dripped down onto the frontside of your bare chest. Her nails pressing dangerously into your cheeks, keeping you in place - kiss after she kiss she planted into your lips and your entire mouth tasted like congealed blood and decaying flesh and her thin but powerful figure was flush to yours, tight under her body and stuck there until she wanted you to not be, and you could have genuinely cried thick, happy tears because it felt so good to touch her, to be touched by her.

What a monster she was but how beautiful, oh how beautiful.

You were so caught up in her face against yours you did not fully register the woman’s hips moving gingerly against your own, chasing her own sensations, or her shoulders flexing as a gray hand slipped lower, lower, until her fingertips were resting at the waistband of your shorts, her thumb drawing tiny circles on your hipbone. Your entire lower body swayed upwards, pleading, you could feel her laugh from inside your own head, your mouth, vibrations of her sick voice shaking your entire being and you were on the verge of tears you were so desperate for something, anything, as long as it were her giving it to you.

When Ellie pulled back from you, it felt like your world was crashing apart, drifting out to sea lost forever but she was this siren, this filthy creature ushering you back to your reality, to yourself and back to the bedroom in this abandoned apartment at the edge of town - in this room, half-naked with this monster, and you had never felt so electrified before in your life. Upon meeting Ellie your world hadn’t just been turned upside down but it had been burned to the ground, demolished, entirely rebuilt and replaced around her. She had very quickly driven out anything in your life that didn’t pertain to her. Your biggest fear, now, was not death, or regrets, or other people - it was now losing Ellie, or her losing her fondness for you, how she protected you, how she touched you, how her inhuman eyes shone when she gazed upon you, how sweetly she would whisper to you as you came for her for the fourth time. Ellie was your only world now.

The woman sat up, back on her haunches just to look you over, panting, sweating and drooling for her; she could be extra mean tonight and leave you there alone, not touch you at all, let you buck your hips against nothing as she sat and taunted you for hours. But you had been so good for her recently, cogs turned in her diseased brain and she decided to have a bit of mercy, moreso for her own sake than yours - and what was the fun in leaving you alone?- undead fingers teased underneath the edges of your underwear, lightly scraping against your skin and raising gooseflesh all across your arms, legs. One pointer finger ran its bony knuckle up and down the front of your clothed center, excruciatingly slow and not near enough pressure. Ellie giggled cruelly as you whimpered like a kicked puppy, legs attempting to close her in closer to you, and her fingers were so goddamn close to your center you could feel her claws tugging gently at your pubic hair. Wetness pooled in your cunt and you felt like shouting and grabbing her wrists and pushing her fingers into you and grinding your clit against her thumb and—

Ellie shushed you, so calmly, as if you weren’t on the verge of a desperation-induced panic attack, one hand withdrawing to come up and cup your face, her eyes boring into yours and you couldn’t, wouldn’t, look away.

“Is this what you want, sweet girl? You want me to fuck your pretty darling cunt?”

All you could do was nod pitifully - please, please, please - fat tears hot on your flushed cheeks. Sometimes you could forget what she was - pretend she was a normal woman, living in a normal apartment, with a normal life, the way she was before she had succumbed to the finality that was her possession. You could pretend you were her lover, stopping by her place for a visit after work, being with her and watching movies on the couch, laughing at the corny love scenes and playfully throwing popcorn at each other, maybe even order takeout and share a dish with her and her children, cracking open a bottle of wine and letting the night air coming through the cheap windows dictate your movements with her, taking it slow and ending up in between the sheets after the kids had gone to bed, sweet, passionate. Sometimes, you felt a shrapnel of pain for the woman she had been so long ago, you didn’t feel so utterly fucked in the head, but this was not one of those moments. It was the complete opposite.

Ellie was horrifying, bending over you, body taught like a bow, ready to snap and plunge her teeth into your soft neck, gnashing and growling like some sort of feral animal, deep and primal and she truly was an apex predator and you merely some grazing antelope that had been delusional enough to fall in love with its attacker. Her skin was near translucent and blue-gray, black spider veins winding across her joints creating delicate patterns you liked to trace up and down with your fingertips when you were lying down beside her, those rare moments you could actually touch her (Ellie would never let you know how much she enjoyed when she allowed you to press your fingers to her skin, how much it sent chills of her own down her wretched spine).

She caressed your cheek so sweetly with the thumb holding your face, cooing at your attempts to grind against any part of her your hips could reach, teasing, taunting, letting you break down into intrinsic need. Two long digits swooned across your trembling lower lip, prying your mouth open and slipping them inside to swirl them over your tongue, ancient flavors of hemoglobin and vital fluids leaking down your throat as you obediently suckled on them, only for her to gingerly remove them and plunge them into her own open jaw, gathering the sticky-sweet black paste of her spit before she finally, finally tugged your underwear to the side, a cold rush of air washing across your soaked flesh and you physically jumped in her grasp when the feeling registered - ohhhh, you’re dripping for me, aren’t you? Poor thing must be desperate. Ellie’s eyes never left yours and her iron grip on your face wouldn’t allow you to look away from her in sweet embarrassment as the clawed finger that had just been wetted by her foul mouth slipped between your lower lips, dragging the calloused knuckle up, up, up until it swayed across your clitoris, dancing around it in a tight movement and you utterly fell apart, toes clenching, a fresh wave of sweat beginning to form across your hairline. Her sadistic giggle bounced around in your head, all higher brain function shutting down as she continued to play with your clit, two of her slender fingers rolling your sweet spot now, smiling dangerously in your face and you could feel your own eyebrows and mouth twisting in sick pleasure, relief that she was assuredly touching you. Your legs unfolded and splayed themselves and Ellie took the hint and forced her way to crouch between them, her body slotted across yours and a decaying arm slipped underneath your neck to support you, press your face closer to her, bury it in her freezing shoulder. Ellie had you entirely in her grasp and you were squirming, falling, crying out, chanting her name as if you were translating passages from the vile book that summoned her here - Ellie, Ellie, Eliie, please-uh - her name some fucked up prayer to some fucked up god to please, don’t stop I won’t be able to survive if you stop.

But none of your insistent begging fell on listening ears and she took her absolute time unraveling you from inside out, sniffing and nipping at your collarbones, mixing saccharine kisses in with bites of decomposing teeth. Her patience whilst fucking you into another dimension was unwavering and near frustrating; here you were, panting, chest heaving, eyes rolling in the sockets like loose marbles, whiny noises of perfect agony escaping your throat; Ellie was persistent in her focus on the circles she was painting into your cunt, unblinking, seemingly unaffected by the entire situation (but you could swear you felt her body tremble, a slight intake of breath exhaled as a growl when you cried out her name, and you felt the string of drool dangling onto your shoulder from her open mouth, proof Ellie was as stirred as you were.)

“There you are, filthy girl. Dumb slut, gonna come just from my fingers,” she jeered at you, voice like a foghorn in the mist of the condemned building, reverberating against every wall and every piece of furniture to bounce back into your ears, her words a stark contrast to the sudden gentle presses of her lips down the side of your neck, stopping to softly suck a mark into the frail skin there. The way her mouth couldn't quite form the words properly as she spoke, her teeth and tongue and lips not moving the way a normal human being’s would; her words sometimes unintelligible and scattered, added another layer of god this is terrifying she is so far gone I am so fucked up I am burning for eternity I have lost everything I am so fucking dead but god her fingers feel so fucking perfect I–

Your head was spinning, vision blurry and all you could manage was to press your face deeper into the crevice of the demon’s shoulder, cry out your pleasure there, let her drink up your dependence on her, drink up your unhealthy attachment. Colors that didn’t exist in this realm spotted your eyelids, sparks of something poisonous but addictive bolted through every artery in your body. You imagined every bodily system breaking down, piece by piece, only to be roughly stitched back together again by her bloodstained, sooty nails. That is how she showed her soft spot for you, by breaking you over and over, fixing you, over and over.

The noxious stench of dying spiced fruits permeated your nostrils, flaring and shuddering with your body as her fingers danced between your thighs faster, smoother, conjoined by your own wetness and her slimy drool, your climax quickly bubbling in the base of your spinal cord. You tried to pant out your oncoming apex but Ellie had other ideas, it seemed - and slapped her free hand across your mouth, tight and unforgiving, silencing any pleas of mercy. A cracking whine shuddered from your lips as best as it could under her palm, your eyes closing in fear of her not allowing you to finish; truly, the worst punishment the demon could delve out to you.

“No, no, no, silly girl… look at me when you come, whore. Nasty little thing you are, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

The maliciousness in her words was clouded by her middle finger suddenly criss-crossing over the bundle of your clitoris harder and quicker than before, sloppy noises of your dripping cunt mixed with the vibrations across the room of her incantation, and you were silent-screaming into the woman’s hand by this point, legs shaking, hips fluid and bucking upwards to meet her touch deeper, your neck craned back and throat exposed to her festering mouth. You were actually crying, now, leaving wet rivulets across your heavily flushed cheeks, tears blurring your vision of Ellie’s eyes glaring directly into yours, only mere centimeters between the both of your faces. You could see pure evil there, in her afflicted corneas, demons and darkness dancing across moonlit skies and innocent souls, devoured, torn open and seeping, ancient rituals and rites and passages of resurrection etched into flesh. You saw carnage, all of the horrible, wretched things she had done, and will do, what would happen to you if you so dare break your loyalty to her; limbs torn from each other, eye sockets empty and tongue pulled out like taffy. None of these dank things frightened you, however - you were just as gone as Ellie and had no intention of ever clawing your way out of this grave, this bleached-dead hole of sickness you’d so gracefully delved into. You didn’t want an existence without her, and she would make it so that you stayed dutifully by her side for an eternity you couldn’t begin to fathom.

“There’s my good girl. Come on, come for mommy,”

One, two, three more harsh circles of her fingertip around your pearl and you were careening backwards, nodding uncontrollably and only the whites of your eyes sparkled in the grayness of the room they were rolled back so far into your head, blubbering and sobbing and howling your orgasm out into the palm of her hand, kissing and nipping the broken skin there in appreciation, blind adoration of this creature that had taken you in, sheltered you, fed you. That little death rattled your brain, shook apart your insides - every time she took you, it was as if little shards of your soul got boiled up and swallowed down whole (at some point there would be nothing left of you but a rotting stinking carcass but you never liked to think for the future, anyways.)

Ellie licked a gentle stripe up your neck starting at your collarbone and ending behind your ear, mouthing at the soft patches of pretty skin there along the way, bringing you back down to reality and back down to her. The tension in your body began to dissipate, a soft, sweet feeling of release replacing it; and she was still there, holding you through it all like some sick caregiver, nosing at and licking across your face, throat, chest. Her tongue slid up to your lips and she kissed you, really kissed you, both hands undoing themselves from between your legs and clasped across your mouth to tenderly hold your face, cradling you as she pressed herself to you, pressing butterflies of kisses from your lips to your nose to your forehead and back down. Your breathing steadied, tracing a fingertip up her thin neck and across to her shoulder in a sweet gesture, a lock of her dull red hair twirled in your hand. Ellie was always so much calmer after she’d fucked you, the demon slowing down and enjoying your company, enjoying your caresses and there was real, tangible intimacy between the two of you, and it was something you never thought you would cherish as much as you did. You held Ellie dearly to you, as she did to you in return.

Her words should have terrified you. You should have seen her and ran, screaming, crying, rushed out of the complex and back out into your car and drove as fast as you could as far as you could, never to look back. Just as she should have roared in your presence, stalked you down the elevator - sank her teeth into the back of your neck and ripped and slashed and ate you down until you were bloody and bone and dust. But none of that happened, and you felt twinges of serenity and sleep poking at your eyelids.

“You won’t ever leave me, sweet girl. I won’t ever let you go.”

[dballzposting]

ok. ok. i have only seen DB/DBZ/DBS and have not reached GT yet (working on it ......) so mmy understanding of adult goten is from the perspective of somebody who has watched broly second coming on loop and replays the first episode of super like a healthy individual & has seen like 3 screencaps of gt goten. also that one goten side mission from Kakarot for the Play Station Five(5). anywayz. about the threeway you propose in your post. now assuming we live in a beautiful world where akira toriyama is introduced to the concept of polyamory and 1) thinks its banging and 2) accepts homosexuality into his heart of hearts (aka we are no longer operating by feasible canon standards) i do think it is PLAUSIBLE. ebcause. here is da thing. in PREMISE 7 you state Trunks is competition BUT (and again.......maybe GT would contradict this....all i know is my beautiful world where trunks pisses on broly) i think he only views trunks in competition for like...normie things. in Kakarot there's this exchange between the two of them, where Trunks (speaking for the both of them) says smth like, "we're not RIVALS that's LAME. We like competing but we're FRIENDS." (<- he then goes on to dunk on his father because "you're friends with goten's dad, right?? you're not RIVALS are you? that's TOTALLY uncool... you lamer.") and while i acknowledge this is New Canon (DBS-era where trunks's "13yr old on xbox live saying slurs" personality got nerfed a tiny bit) i think it says a lot about how they view competition/rivalry between them. It's like, all fun and games and a drive to be better but it's nothing they're losing sleep over unlike whatever da faq vegeta has going on with goku. this is all to say i don't think goten sees trunks as romantic competition. if anything he probably trusts trunks wouldnt like cheat on his girlfriend or whatever. now idk if goten would have hangups abt a 3-way being bizarre to him or smth but knowing how cra-zay and adventurous that little man is i assume it's something he would TRY at least, like, posing it as a joke like "haha could u imagine..." but its obvious he's like, trying to present it as a valid concept to trunks. the unspoken conclusion of "it could be kinda epic doe" is loud and clear 2 trunks. i think the better question is would palace be cool with this. would she do this. it's trunks briefs of capsule corp so like, if you were a worser person you could be like, hell yeah im fuckin that man if my bf gives me the green light i want tobe able to say that i know mr. trunks briefs biblically. but at the same time thats like, mean. i dont know much abt her but she seems like a sweet gal i think she wouldnt do something just for #bragging rights u kno....but u would know more on that methinks.

by the way you should watch the solar entertainment dub of broly 2 & 3 if you haven't they are life changing.

FASCINATING AND POWERFUL ARGUMENT.

I Didnt Fucking Know That TRunks Said That Shit & I Went and Found it on DA YOUTUBE!!! Timestamped video below but below that I will also attach screenshots of the whole scene but TBH I WATCHED THE WHOLE VIDEO AND IT'S PROFOUNDLY ADORABLE & PERFECT

Trunks said that he wanted to be friendas eith Goten for FOREVER .. He didnt stop at merely commenting on the present, but he had the confidence to project his feelings into the future: He's friends with Goten, he wants to continue being friends with Goten, and he wants it to be for forever.

I mean piece and signerture done right there. Signed sealed & delivered. Closed case. I'm willing to accept this as a total refutation for Premise 7 and what i was getting at in that post in general. Trunks looks at Goten with genuine appreciation when he said that they were friends

Ohhhgm my god and this video is so adorable .. I've said this before but as much as i love madness I also LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE So Much how on dragon ball everyone is depicted as truly happy healthy open free and LOVING EACH OTHER. Trunks and Goten just wanted to spend time with their fathers whom they love so much. They both assumed that their fathers loved each other as much as goten and trunks themselves love each other. They thought that the world was just that beautiful and lively. Also Gotenks in this video is 101% perfect and he is exactly swag and epic as i hoped he would be and it's really remarkable stuff. Great video. Great footage. Great writing

It is true that this is, as you put it: "New Canon (DBS-era where trunks's '13yr old on xbox live saying slurs' personality got nerfed a tiny bit)." But I dont honestly trhink that that's THAT relevant becasue what we mostly saw of Goten & Trunks in DBZ was friendly fun anyway, just with a bit of teeth, and then in DBGT Trunks is totallllyyyy chilled tf OUT and we don't see any acidity from him ever I think. So the fact that he's not saying slurs in DBS is I think okay. (I am actually greatly intrigued by his personality in DBS becasue I believe that it offers a great transition into the eventual DBGT and becasue it offers A LOT of insight on his Nature and his Nurture. Now is not the time.)

OK back to the aspect of the post that is about the throuple with Palace. This here ask offers the perspective that if Trunks sort of entered the relationship, then Goten wouldn't take it as striaght up competeition, but instead it would be sort of like "Ok well you know what You're a good man. I trust you'll treat her well." And in fact perhaps Goten & Trunks AREN'T Sick to Bastard Death ofn each other by now and ARE in fcat FRIENDS FOREVER like Trunks wishes for in this Kakarot for the ps5 footage.

This ask also offers the third propositon that Goten & Trunks may consider the prospect of a threeway involving them and one nice woman to be "kinda epic." No comments on that one

Palace definitely is not a bragging-rights kind of person so her motivations would literally be becasue she loves love and she loves Goten and she loves that he has a best friend and that they love each other and maybe she thinks that trunks is cute becasue hes so polite around her. Or maybe she thinks he looks sad and she wants to do something about it. But she has also been shown to enjoy badboys against her better judgement. Just remembered that. Wonder if we could work that in somehow

I don't member what movies I've seen or haven't seen but I'll keep that in mind chief. It's a beauotufl world ...

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[wooyoungmybelovedhusband]

Bratty baby boy | Choi San X F!Reader (Smut)

Pairing : Choi San x F!Reader

Warnings : Pure smut. Bratty baby boy San, Busy CEO reader, choking, soft dom!reader, whiny San, sensory deprivation, name calling (baby boy, mommy) handcuffs, subspace, hand job, overstimulation, breeding kink, dacryphilia kink. Minors dni.

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San sat up in his bed, kinda feeling whiny after seeing that the bed was empty next to him. He hated days like this where his mommy wasn't next to him when he woke up, it always made him act bratty. And that's exactly what he did. Sending a pic of him sitting in front of the mirror in just his boxers which prominently showed his bulge was definitely what you didn't expect while being in the meeting room. Even if he was bratty you most probably expected a whiny message from him saying he's needy.

You soon typed out a message warning him for his behavior

Y/n : Babyboy better be a good boy till mommy comes home. Or you will be punished.

San let out a mischievous chuckle as he read your message, feeling too bratty to care about what you said over the text. He removed his boxers as he started stroking himself slowly as he started recording himself. Also letting out loud moans, whining about how much he misses you. After feeling he has done enough through the video, he sent the video having a smug grin on his face.

The meeting had already finished at the time when your phone buzzed. You saw there was a video sent to you by your beloved baby boy. You pressed play only to hear breathy soft moans which soon turned into loud whines as you saw him stroking his cock. You were shocked to see him being so brave today. You were definitely not gonna let this slide.

Y/n : Babyboy I want you on your knees in our bedroom, naked. I'm on my way. Pick the handcuffs u want.

San felt an adrenaline rush reading your message soon fumbling around your room to grab his favorite blue fluffy handcuffs. As he got to his ordered position. You took your coat and soon rushed out to get to your house. You shrugged off the worried looks that were shot at you because you never left your office until it was at least 10 at night. You walked into your shared bedroom as you found San on his knees wearing his cat fluffy cat ears with his favorite handcuffs placed next to him.

"Not so bratty now huh?" You let out scoff at his smug smile as he looked up at you. You sat on the nearest chair as you patted your lap and beckoned him towards you. He tried to get up but stopped hearing your words. "Bad boys don't get the privilege to walk babyboy, crawl to me." He of course obliged and when he reached you he soon got on your lap and started straddling your lap.

Your hands found their way to his hair as you pulled him for a kiss which turned into a make out session. You tugged at his hair with your right hands as your left hand travelled down to his neck as you wrapped your hand around his neck. He let out a whiny moan as he pulled away. Your eyes turned dark as you looked at him fucked out state.

Your left hand travelled down as you attached your lips on his neck. Your hand wrapped itself around his throbbing cock. You started stroking him painfully slow, making him let out a loud moan. "M-mommy f-aster p-please." "Yeah, do you deserve it, love? Weren't you being a brat just an hour ago." "So-rry mo-mmy I will be-behave. P-please let me c-cum." You started stroking him at a very fast pace and soon with one hard stroke he was making a mess on you as he came undone on you.

You captured his lips, helping him ride out his orgasm. "On the bed, Now." Even if he was on the verge of falling into subspace he still crawled to the bed and got on the bed. You picked up the handcuffs laid on the floor and looked down at him. "Hands." He obeyed as he held out his hands as you wrapped it around his hands.

You soon started undressing yourself and as you removed your belt you wrapped it around his neck , turning it into a leash for you to pull on. And that's exactly what you just did, you pulled hard on the belt making him lunge forward as he let out a whine. You pushed him down on the bed and you soon undressed yourself and got on top of him. The leash in your hand and you slowly sink yourself on his cock watching his face for any discomfort before slowly moving.

Your slow pace soon became fast and rough as you pulled on the leash every time you clenched around him. San was letting out pornographic moans as tears welled up in his eyes because of too much pleasure. "Mommy w-wanna cum inside you, c-can I? " "Fuck yeah baby boy, fill up mommy." He started orgasming at that as he shoke uncontrollably. You soon came following him. You both rode out your orgasms as you fell on the bed next to him.

You tried to get up to grab a towel for both of you, but soon his hands held you tightly as he burried his face into your chest. "Don't go, Mommy." You knew he would go to subspace from how hard he was shaking after reaching his high. This wasn't the first time he has gone so deep into subspace. You gave up as you just hugged him back going into your dreamland.

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My first ever smut..... Never thought it would get me so horny.

-Jeong Aera

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[fictionkinfessions]

i'm the #💘🍆🏏 anon who said they kinfirmed stolas on a different ask just now, but please separate this ask!

okay. um. to any blitzøs reading this, hi,

i don't really mean to make this an "i'm looking for my blitzy~ 🥺💞 imysm please respond" ask, since i don't really get kinmems at all, and i'm taken. but i just wanted to know how you're doing? how are you holding up in this timeline? what have you been up to?

i understand i may have been annoying or clingy to you or whatever, but my concern right now is genuine. i want to know if this life treats you kindly, since i know you've been through so, so much. i have been, too.

i hope you're doing well, blitz. if not, well. i wish you peace and happiness in the future. even if i'm not really into you anymore, know i still care for you a lot, just like i always have.

#💘🍆🏏

oh mmy fuckingg od i forgot to add this i'm 😭😭 so sorry. i'm the #💘🍆🏏 anon again. please attach this to the ask i sent that was a letter to blitzø, thank you!!

to any octavias,

i feel guilty right now because i forgot to say something to you, but... how are you doing? is this timeline treating you kindly? are you still listening to "fuck you dad"? ahaha.

i understand if you don't really want to hear from me. i think i failed you as a father, and i'm truly sorry. please know, since kinfirming, i've been thinking of you a lot, and i understand how you feel now.

if i could go back in time, i'd choose to raise you right this time. divorce your mother, and make sure you and i spend a lot more time together

[monards]

public apology to all the characters ill never use because im attached to mmy team. sorry guys

[hotgirlrem]

How did you get to the point of truly understanding the law?

tbh through reading, practicing, applying, and making mistakes!

i learned abt manifesting in 2019 and found the law of attraction which confused me sooo bad, and then i found the law of assumption summer 2020 and watched s*mmy vids (🤮) and tried to apply that for almost a year. at the time i was manifesting an sp and would occasionally get a text here and there, and he'd like my tweets and ig photos, but that was it.

i finally admitted to myself in april 2021 that affirming 24/7 wasn't working (obviously because i had been doing it for MONTHS with no results lol. like that dominant thought was MADE) and i started re-evaluating. i basically started applying what the states girlies and i teach, but i didn't know the term "states" yet. i just knew that i was focusing on feeling the feeling of the wish fulfilled and experiencing my desire in the 4d. and at the time this was kinda controversial, as everything you read would tell you mindless affirming was good and feeling was unnecessary. so i felt very radical conjuring the feeling of the wish fulfilled LOL.

i started using my distraction technique around that time and finally manifested my sp! (no we're not together anym bc i realized i just had a favorite person attachment to him bc of my bpd and he wasn't all that at all😭)

anyway then i got lost in 2022 ig? like i manifested in my personal life by applying what i talk about in my various states posts but i was still on tumblr preaching thoughts manifested (so cringy and embarrassing lmfao) and even tried the 10k challenge when it dropped. but then i learned about states and was like wait a min......that's what i've been doing this whole time! so now i am a Certified States Hottie™ and i'm here to stay!

[jthm-moved]

HI. i only know own of ur interests hi do devi my friend devi. OR edgar i know he exists for 2 seconds but he is also my friend.

i used to be obsessed w ednny so i'm doing edgar sorry

Sexuality Headcanon:

gay, very much closeted

Gender Headcanon:

cis guy

A ship I have with said character:

as above, ednny is cute ... they have a lot of potential for great interactions. the only one they have in canon is one of my favorite scenes in the series

A BROTP I have with said character:

ednny could be platonic i guess o__o but i really don't see nny being able to have friends, he would need a genuine, overwhelming attachment to someone to not consider killing them

A NOTP I have with said character:

people ship him with mmy. mmy's mere existence makes me sick so

A random headcanon:

nny genuinely does feel bad for killing him. he took edgar's words to heart and has never forgotten about him, unlike other victims. sometimes has dreams about being saved by him and cleansed of sin

General Opinion over said character:

great guy. could have fixed nny or at least make existence slightly less horrible for him

[ginasurfmom]

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[buddiebeginz]

https://www.tumblr.com/lover-of-mine/758745513552199680/lady-whistledown-so-i-know-a-few-weeks-ago-the

I’m not sure if you follow this blog or not. But they have a few people who write in about things happening on the BT side. They have been honestly pretty damn accurate with what’s happening in terms of their reactions and stuff and what they will be doing etc.

This particular one is in relation to the situation you find yourself in. Someone had asked to know if they knew anything since none of you would do something like this. And sure enough.

I know it doesn’t really do anything. And it doesn’t really help because you still have to deal with the BT fandoms actions of taking things to far. But I thought st least you’d like to know if nothing else, your suspicions of it originate from them was correct.

Yeah I follow them. Bless Anna and her spy network for doing the lord's work. Thanks for sending me the link to that post though I hadn't seen that one yet. I'm not surprised that B*mmy's have been planning to do something like this. As we've been getting closer and closer to season 8 and everything has been pretty much going in our favor I've been worried what they might do in an act of desperation. I guess I just didn't expect them to target me personally.

I think everyone in our fandom should be mindful of who they're interacting with right now. Like that ravisapartment blog followed me today and I didn't realize they were attached to that disturbing T*mmy fic until someone pointed it out to me. So be careful out there if you see any weird blogs following you with little to no content on them. Block as much as you need to and try to avoid that fandom as much possible.

Thanks for the message nonie. ❤️