#pain and loathing

[lanaevyssmoved]

omfg i was so disappointed when durge/orin ended up being related bc like I VIBED WITH IT and then the Familial relationship came in and my face shriveled like i Iicked a lemon 💀💀💀

Tis fine. I can get the vibes with an unhinged asshole tav/oc 😤 can't stop me from shipping with the crab queen of murder

bro ur not the only one i liked it before i knew the context and i had to be informed of it by my mutuals LSKDFS

i ship afhiri x orin.... so ur valid ur valid ^_^ i wish there was like ANY tav x orin art tho. it just doesnt exist

[breadandlottery]

[cent-scratchnsniff]

doodles and stuff. struggled with painting until i gave up

[thethespacecoyote]

contemplating what exactly it was about ford that made bill feel important now

[the-woman-upstairs]

Daniel being both relieved AND disappointed that he and Louis didn’t fuck…………buddy I can’t wait for you to find out which vampire you DID fuck.

[lonelyandlostintime]

Wasting my life being in pain that’s how it feels

[donttalkmeangy]

someone give me one-sided Aotsumi. Takumi who developed feelings for the kind and reliable Eito, only to find out the latter saw him as a disgusting creature. Takumi who tried so hard to hate Eito and suppress his feelings but had his resolve crumble more and more as he goes through the second scenario. Takumi who can't bring himself to kill Eito because as much as he hates him, he still has a semblance of care for the traitor.

Takumi who finds out his feelings are reciprocated only when Eito dies and uses his final words to confess.

They make me sick and I WANT THEM TO SUFFER.

[unforgivenn]

Aww, Andrey is humiliated that Noah saw him this way.

Be a shame if Noah had to watch him get whumped while he's begging and crying.

MASTERLIST

CW: injuries, suffering, whumper turned whumpee, torture, angstt, Power Dynamics, Self-Loathing, Shame, forced to watch

After dragging Noah away from his tormentor, the bulky men threw him in a room. He had tried getting answers out of them. To know what was happening. To know why was this happening. In any other situation, Noah would've loved to see Andrey go through the same pain that he did, to know what it felt like on the other side. But now that it actually happened, he couldn't help feel the pit of sorrow in his gut.

Noah curled into himself on the ground, didn't even try escaping. He only waited and waited for someone to come in again as he was left with the shouting of his own ringing thoughts.

Soon enough, the door creaked open again. Noah held his breath, and jerked upwards to stand. Heavy footsteps thudded against the ground, before he caught a glimpse of the men again. They started walking towards him, and suddenly the air seemed much more thicker and suffocating. A hand grabbed the back of his hair, pulling it back roughly and before he could comprehend what was happening, a white vial was injected into his neck and he fell into unconsciousness.

Noah's head throbbed when he woke. His body felt heavy, his limbs refusing to move. Panic instantly surged in through his chest when he realized why - his arms were tied behind him, his legs strapped to the legs of a chair. Why did every situation end up with him being the one getting tied up and drugged? A groggy haze clouded his mind, as he tried shaking the drug off.

Then he saw it.

Andrey.

The man was on his knees, the same man who had forced him to kneel for hours until either he got bored or Noah's knees threatened to shatter beneath him. His head was hanging low, his black hair matted with blood and sweat. A few feet away, the same men stood, waiting, watching. One of them cracked his knuckles, another flexed his fingers around a blade. But the one most noticeable was a mysterious figure that stood infront of them, covered in loose black clothing, their face covered with a weird mask.

Noah's blood ran cold.

"Andrey-" He squeaked out, voice barely above a whisper. But Andrey didn't move, didn't react, didn't even glare at him.

"Ah good. You're awake." The figure spoke and he couldn't quite lay his finger on the person's gender. Ah as if that mattered anyways.

"Please- Don't hurt him- Don't-" He choked out before he was rudely interrupted by their captor again.

"Shut up. Didn't ask for your opinion boy. You're only here to watch."

A cruel laugh rippled through the room, echoing in the heavy silence that followed. Noah barely had time to process before the first blow landed on Andrey.

The sound of flesh meeting flesh, a sickening thud made Noah's insides curl. Andrey didn't give much of a reaction. Just a sharp intake of breath, his hands twitching and fingers tightening in an attempt to brace himself. Not only a while ago, Noah would've been the one being beaten up, and the Prince would've been the one watching it with sadistic delight. That's how it should've happened. Not like this. Neither of them were meant to be like this.

Then the second strike came, and the third, and then another one until Andrey violently coughed. His arms buckled beneath him as he collapsed fully onto the floor. Noah’s breathing turned ragged as he watched the blood drip from Andrey’s mouth, a stark contrast against his pale, fever-flushed skin. Somehow he felt like he was the reason this was happening to Andrey in the first place. That he was the reason of someone else's torment.

"P-please," Noah managed to croak out, his throat raw. He dig his nails into his palms, his whole body shaking. "Please stop. Please—"

As a response, a boot connected with Andrey’s ribs, sending him sprawling onto his side with a pained groan.

"Hm? Say that again why don't you?" The figure hissed, his voice sounding so cruel, so poisoned.

Noah’s throat tightened. His body trembled as he fought for breath, trying better than to start hyperventilating. His eyes burned, his mind screamed at him to fight, to do something,for fuck's sake anything—but all he could do was just sit there, frozen, tied up, his voice catching in his throat like it was being strangled from the inside.

And then Andrey whimpered.

The sound was soft, almost inaudible, but to Noah, it shattered everything.

Noah had never heard Andrey whimper before. Not even in his worst moments, not even when he was at the receiving end of a knife or a bullet or a broken bone. And yet here he was, shaking, curling in on himself, a sound of raw, broken misery slipping through the broken man's clenched teeth.

Noah’s stomach lurched, his vision blurring.

"Please—" he sobbed, desperate. "Please, just stop, please, I—"

Another blow. Another pained gasp from Andrey. Another laugh from the men.

"You should be thanking us, boy," one of them snickered. "Teaching your master a little humility."

Noah clenched his fists so tightly his nails nearly pierced his skin. He felt sick. He wanted to run. He wanted to claw his way out of this living nightmare.

Andrey let out a weak, broken laugh, breath hitching with every painful exhale. "You enjoying the show, Noah?" he rasped, barely audible. His fevered eyes flickered toward him, glazed over with pain and something almost like mockery—but no more strength left in it. Only the last remnants of his pride clinging to the edges of his words. "I bet… I bet you are. Watching me like this. I hope—" A sharp cough, more blood. "I hope you're savoring it."

Noah choked back a sob. "I’m not—I swear, I—"

But his words meant nothing. Not here. Not now.

Andrey’s body trembled as another kick landed against his stomach, knocking what little breath he had left out of him. He curled in tighter, his fingers twitching weakly against the stone.

Noah could only watch. 

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[feyres-divorce-lawyer]

if sjm really wanted rhys to be the most powerful but also wanted him to be the ultimate victim ever looking over his shoulder, she should’ve made large uses of his powers debilitating and even just containing it leaves him in constant pain. i’m talking head-splitting vomit inducing pain after he mists people, or passing out for several days when he wipes a lot of people’s memories. it would’ve been so interesting so see a character that’s objectively op but then their body cannot handle such power. plus, his supposed cunning would’ve been more believable because he wouldn’t be able to rely on his powers so much, he’d have to be a good diplomat because if things resolve to violence, broski’s fainting. plus plus, the whole change takes time thing would’ve been…. reasonable. (still wouldn’t take 500 years tho).

[laniidae-passerine]

I made my post about Dean Highbottom and then as I was writing my tags realised that his Hunger Games counterpart is Haymitch. and now my head is in my hands and I don’t think I’ll ever recover

[kujakumai]

People seem to be under the impression that Jonouchi hates his dad but he. doesn't. He never says anything like that. The only thing Jou ever says about his relationship with his dad is an earnestly expressed optimism and wish that if he just does well enough then the guy will quit drinking and they will return to a happy family life. He never seems to blame his dad at all, and is instead knee-deep in denial while hiding it from his friends and externalizing the problem--that it's not that his dad is awful, it's the debts, it's the drink, it's that Jonouchi hasn't fixed it yet.

And that's frustrating because we as the audience know that he's 16 and being abused and needs to get the hell out of there, and that as he gets older he'll need to come to terms with those facts. But as far as analyzing past and canon-present behavior goes, I don't think it ever makes sense to say that Jonouchi Is Doing X Because He Hates His Dad. He doesn't. Jonouchi is still deeply attached to the always-just-steps-away fantasy world where his dad cleans up his act and tells him how proud he is and they go play catch together.

[aka-indulgence]

I was worried when nintendo announced their music app all my favorite game osts pn youtube would be taken down and lo and behold, my favorite dppt and legends arceus playlist has been laser beamed to death :(

[m0rninglatte]

I'll tell you why Done For is taking longer to fix then expected:

I lost the Worldport frames.

Worse of all it was the fighty spin shots.

*sobs in a /lh /pos way(???)*

[aesfocus]

now I hit the part of ME1 that I despise with my whole heart, driving around all the uncharted worlds looking for the random little things spread out across it. I know it doesn't actually take very long, but I hate it. They are always set up in a way that means I have to double back at some stage.

hisss

but at least I have printed spreadsheets

[only-god-canstopme]

aaron forgiving andrew for killing tilda when he has children of his own because he thinks that if she were around he never would’ve let her meet them.

(and if he didn’t want his children near her, or any children near her, that means that he, as a child, should’ve never been near her. and he gets what andrew did bc he would kill to keep these children safe too.)

[lonelyandlostintime]

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again struggling with mental and physical health issues concurrently can make you feel like a complete shell of yourself. I have zero energy and motivation and it leaves me feeling so ungrateful and guilty for wasting my life.