#quote consensus

[acourtofquestions]

Aelin said to Rowan with a secret smile, "You, I don't know. But I'd like to."

Rowan's lips tugged upward "I'm not on the market, unfortunately."

"Pity," Aelin said.

"She must be a rare, staggering beauty to make you so faithful."

Gods save them all. He could have sworn Fenrys coughed behind him.

"She must be clever, and fascinating, and very, very talented. She must be the most wonderful person who ever existed."

Another cough from behind him-from Gavriel this time.

But Aelin only had eyes for Rowan as the warrior said to her, "She is indeed that. And more."

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Husk: This is my boyfriend Angel, he's so smart and handsome and I'm so proud of him

Vaggie: This is my beautiful girlfriend Charlie, she's my angel and I love her so much

Alastor: this is Niffty she has rabies

[sxphr]

Enid, opening the door: Hi- Wednesday, what are you doing here?

Wednesday: What do you mean, 'what am I doing here'?

Enid: It's the middle of spring break, and you're here, at my house.

Wednesday: Well I couldn't kidnap you over the phone, could I?

[ophilosoraptoro]

[dragonnarrative-writes]

Kinktober Day 3 - Branding

PriceGhost

CW: Branding/burning, D/s dynamics, marking, discussion of wounds, wound care

The steel in Simon’s hand is the culmination of half a year of preparation. Two smithing classes, each interrupted numerous times by missions, an interesting sort of internship with a vet, and three quick and dirty lessons on burn treatment with a nurse on base have lead to this.

“Sure about this Skipper?”

Price rolls his eyes and shucks off his jeans. “Can’t dish it out if I can’t take it.”

And there’s not much Simon can say to that, so he fires up the propane torch while Price wipes down the patch of his leg that he’s shaved with an alcohol wipe. He leans in to have Simon light his cigar, then leans back against his work bench.

For his part, Simon starts heating the the low carbon steel that he’d taken three months to shape and carve into the emblem of The 141. It was small, and full of fiddly details, certainly more difficult than just using the numbers as Price had suggested. But if Price was going to let him brand a mark into his skin, he’d wanted it to be worth the effort.

It’s only when the brand is purple all over, cooling down to the correct red-brown, that Simon feels a shiver bolt down his spine. Price was going to allow him to push hot steel into his flesh and give him a third degree burn. Price had attended every class, learned every skill with him. He’d bought the steel, helped him find a forge to rent, gotten fresh aloe and bandages and antibiotics. They were lined up on the bench next to the cling wrap, ready, waiting.

Price was going to let Simon brand him. All because Simon had asked to have Price’s mark on him, for real. Something permanent, a scar he’d chosen for himself.

The metal is a uniform red brown. Simon kneels at Price’s feet. “’S ready, sir. Solid?”

Price grins and removes his cigar from between his teeth. “Solid.”

He doesn’t hesitate, because he can’t. He lines up the metal and pushes. Price grunts, a solid hand coming down on top of Simon’s head, but he doesn’t pull. The two of them share breath for a beat, two, three. Simon realizes he’s half hard as he removes the metal, staring at the bright red and blistering skin of his captain’s thigh.

He gulps, holding the still hot part of the iron away. Jesus. He did that. “John?”

“None o’ that,” Price rumbles. This time, he does clench a fist in Simon’s hair, making him look up into hard, blue eyes. “Put that away, get the aloe, bandages, and cellophane.”

“Yessir.”

The brand hisses as it goes into the oil they have on hand, but doesn’t flash. The aloe vera is already cut and ready to be applied, so he slathers on a generous glob before applying a non-stick bandage. Price grunts a little, unable or unwilling to hide the pain. Because it hurts worse than anything they usually go through? Or because it’s them, together? Is he thinking of when he’ll do this to Simon?

Wrapping cellophane around his thigh feels impossibly intimate. Simon has to resist the urge to bury his face into Price’s leg, and makes due by tucking his face into his own shoulder and squeezing his eyes shut. Price lets him hide, for a minute, before coaxing his eyes up.

“Six months,” he rumbles down. “And then we start the process for you.”

[scaryarcade]

always offputting to me how much people (journalists, medical professionals) put focus on appearance and aesthetics when discussing things like self-diagnosed and "imitative" DID. like i feel like i see a lot of. idk. "people on tiktok who dress in colorful clothes while calling themselves systems..." "the DID patients i treat are different from those people online, who have dyed hair and do cosplays..."

& like, the validity of these ppl's claims of having DID is always in question when these traits are being brought up. it just feels like a weird attempt to create a distinction between Normal, Reasonable People and Those Attention-Seeking Liars Flaunting Their Blue Hair Online.

this permeates DID spaces too. lost track of how many times ive seen someone on r/DID lamenting how they have to share spaces with "those weirdos who use neopronouns" and how they just want to find "other NORMAL people with DID"

[swordymacaroni]

🎀Hi, darling!

Yes, you. Come here.

Closer

Closer...

grabs you by the neck

STOP.

FUCKING.

COVERING.

YOUR MOUTH WHEN YOU LAUGH

IF YOU THOUGHT IT WAS FUNNY

FUCKING SHOW IT

STOP BEING INSECURE

OF HOW YOU SOUND

OR WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE

BECAUSE I ASSURE YOU

IF I MADE YOU LAUGH AND YOU LAUGH I'LL BE THINKING ABOUT IT 20 YEARS FROM NOW

I WANT YOU TO LAUGH WITH YOUR BELLY, YOUR TEETH SHOWING, YOUR EYES CRINKLING, OUT OF BREATH AND STRUGGLING TO STOP

BECAUSE DO THAT AND IM GONNA PIN YOU AGAINST THE NEAREST SURFACE AND KISS YOU SENSELESS BECAUSE YOU ARE THE MOST ADORABLE THING I'VE EVER SEEN

Okie!

You can go now!💋🥰

[headfullof-ideas]

I normally never post more of these so quickly after the last set, and I am shocked at how many people like the last set of Incorrect Quotes so fast. It’s probably Alpheus, who I feel I’ve gotten a better hang of, especially with the wires in his wetsuit. Anyways, have some of these goober cousins

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

HIC: hey beach u betta B-ELI-EV---E im sexsea

Ψiioniic: <About a2 2exΨ a2 the blood drIIed two mΨ face./>

HIC: stfu blood is S)-(----ELLA sexsea

[ssruis]

Losing the idgaf war over here but re: “tsukasa needs to be saved from wxs/rui actually wants to hurt him”

Read it’s on! Wonder halloween

Read it’s on! Wonder halloween!

Rui: ascending to the stage from the seats won’t have enough of an impact. He needs to make a powerful impression as a knight…

Rui: Oh, I’ve got it! That will definitely be better! But I’ll have to assess it’s practicality and safety first.

Read it’s on! Wonder halloween!

Rui: anyways, the stage is sorted and we’re ready to hold our show. I’ll start planning the next one in the meantime.

Rui: hmm… maybe I can make it easier for tsukasa by reusing some of the gimmicks that worked with him last time.

Read it’s on! Wonder halloween!

Read it’s on! Wonder halloween!

Tsukasa: ah, it’s wire-flying time!

Rui: he somersaults in the air and flies past his pursuers…

Emu: that’s going to look INCREDIBLE ♪

Tsukasa: this is just the kind of daring performance I was born for! What comes after that, Rui?

Read it’s on! Wonder halloween!

Read it’s on! Wonder halloween!

Rui: but you have me mistaken, Tsukasa… I… I’m making changes to improve the show…

Tsukasa: and I’m telling you to quit lying like that!

Tsukasa: I told you that I’m going to make the most of the role you’ve given me. I’ll pull off whatever you throw at me, no matter how tricky it might be!

Tsukasa: we have the potential to put on a jaw-dropping show, but you’re holding back!

Read it’s on! Wonder halloween!

Read it’s on! Wonder halloween!

(Asked if he was mad at himself for getting hurt) Tsukasa: Of course! I still am too! I killed the director’s confidence, didn’t I? I’m not a star, I’m a disgrace!

Tsukasa: a real star inspires their director to entrust them with any role! To unleash their imagination and try new ideas!

Read it’s on! Wonder halloween!

Read it’s on! Wonder halloween!

Read it’s on! Wonder halloween!

Read it’s on! Wonder halloween!

READ ITS ON! WONDER HALLOWEEN!!!!!!!!!

[waitineedaname]

“I’m the emperor. I could have a dozen alkahestrists on my doorstep tomorrow if I wanted. What I need, I only trust a couple people with.” He was being cagey, and Alphonse knew it. “Get to the point, Ling,” Al said, exasperated. Ling’s mouth quirked briefly in a smile, but he remained serious in tone. “I want you to help me bring Greed back,” Ling said, as though he were commenting on the weather and not talking about something that had haunted him for years. Alphonse stared at him, wide-eyed. A piece of eggplant slipped out from between his chopsticks and splatted on his plate.

if I want to read the content I want to see in the world, I'm gonna have to write it myself. please enjoy my "here's how greed can still live" agenda <3

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Angel: I just heard Husk yell: “You USED me!!!” from the living room, and I’m sitting here like???

Angel: Two seconds later Nuggets comes running into my room holding a french fry in his lil baby mouth

[sxphr]

Enid: Wednesday, I have to go home.

Wednesday: Not if I kidnap you.

Enid: Wednesday, that's illegal.

Wednesday: Not if its consensual.

[waywardsou2]

Whumptober 2024 - Non consensual body modifications

Summary: Bucky promised to follow Steve to the end of the line. And instead he found himself over enemy lines. With no escape in sight

Word Count: 1k+

Tags: non consensual body modification, HYDRA, expanding on a canon scene, blood, graphic depictions, limb loss

Bucky was screaming in pain. Feeling as the air tore through his throat as he did so. The familiar feeling of crying out for help with no response.

He was being taken somewhere. He had been pulled from the debris and snow of the Austrian Alps where he had plunged into the ravine but instead of being whisked away to safety he was taken deeper into the clutches of the enemy. Again.

He had been restrained. He felt himself thrashing around with a sever lack of weight his left side. He didn't stop to figure out why he just fought. Kicked and screamed and clawed and fought until he couldn't. He silently begged for some way out to appear but there wasn't one.

He had been strapped down to a sterile bench when he had awoken whilst being taken from the truck.

He had his ankles locked into a set of medical belts and his right arm had been handcuffed to the hand rail along with his chest and neck. He couldn't move but still he fought.

And he realised after a while that something was wrong. He was light headed. More so than when he had hit the ground.

Finally looking to his left he saw why. His whole left arm was missing, instead all that was left was a bloody and broken stump with bone and blood being all that was left.

That's when the real screaming had begun.

Not caring whether he lived or died only hoping to be free of the scientist he desperately fought against the restraints. But even with whatever experimentation had kept him alive in the fall was still not strong enough for him to break away from this.

One of the doctors ran over and jabbed a needle into his arm and he screamed again. The long thin metal piercing something too deeply in his leg.

"GET OFF ME" he yelled. His voice cracking on the last word as his body began to sink and his mind slipped away.

No.

No no no what had they done to him

This couldn't be happening. It couldn't

And then it all went dark.

When he woke up again. He was drowsy and delirious. He felt like he had been hit by a truck. As he blinked and tried to focus in the stark white light shining in on his face he saw the doctors again. He tried to fight but his body was limp and mostly numb. He felt heavy and he felt restrained. Was it more than before? He didn't know.

But the one thing he did feel was the blinding pain in his arm and the buzzing of a drill in his left ear

"No, what are you doing to me!" he whined softly. His tongue refusing to co operate with him. He felt groggy the same way you did when you woke up from a nap. Except this was 10 times worse and more nightmarish.

"Ah Sargent Barnes" a voice called to him dimly. It echoed strangely from where he was laying. But he could see the face of a man with spectacles and lines in his face.

Bucky regaining some feeling in his body bucked his hips. Trying to release himself one more but it was merely more than a futile attempt. More doctors held him down and he was immobile again. He shook his head back and forth trying to get his neck free. Or to hurt a doctor or something. Anything.

"The procedure has already started"

"No stop it. Get awAY FROM ME" he screamed again his voice even more hoarse than before.

He hears a sigh before another doctor plunged a needle into his flesh again and the world slipped away from him.

He managed a weak 'please no' before he slipped completely.

When he woke up his head was raised. His neck was unstrained and he wasn't in pain. He ached all over but it was better then it had been.

He looked around there were still doctors in the room. But none of them were looking at him.

Having felt the weight return to his arm he held it up.

But how? He didn't have one

And that was true, not made of flesh and blood but metal and mechanics instead.

He looked at it. Curled his fingers into a fist and flexed them. He stared in awestruck fear at the device that looked like his arm.

What in God's name was this technology. This was nothing like he had seen. Not even at the Future Expo

One of the doctors walked over to him and he watched. His eyes still half closed as he came out of whatever chemical induced state he had been in.

The doctor was watching him move his hand, he had a clipboard and pen in his own.

He was smiling.

The bastard was smiling.

Internally praising himself over a job well done.

Bucky would show him. Show him what he could do with this Doctors accomplishment

He took the Doctor by the neck and started squeezing. He tried to sit up but brighter spots and a dark shadow clouded his vision.

He listened to the doctor splutter before he went silent. Bucky dropped him to the ground, the clipboard clustering in the side of his table.

Bucky tried to stand but was forced back into the cold steel of the table. Just as another doctor came at him with a third needle and jammed it into his neck.

He cried out but once more began to slip away.

What had they done to him. Why had he been taken. Why wasn't he dead? He wished he was. He wished he was anywhere but here. Even if that meant hell.

Because that's where he was going right. He had a hand to play in this horrible night mare that had been the past year. There was no way he would grace the gate of heaven.

God couldn't possibly love him now. Instead he would be taken to the warm embrace of hell

If only he would die

I love him so much why do I do this to him

[incorrect-web-novels]

It's making me slightly insane how some ppl are seemingly trying to "correct" the idea that Mianmian was discriminated against for being a woman when she questioned the prevailing narrative that Wei Wuxian was killing indiscriminately.

Suddenly, someone sneered, "You can stop arguing. We don't want to hear the comments of someone who has other motives."

The woman's face flushed. She raised her voice, "Explain things. What do you mean I have other motives?"

The person replied, "There's no need for me to say anything. You know, deep down, and we know too. You fell for him back in the cave of the Xuanwu just because he flirted with you? You're still arguing for him, calling white black no matter how irrational it is. Ha, women will always be women."

- Exiled Rebels, Recklessness (2)

"Who does she think she is... leaving as she pleases? Who cares? What's she doing this to prove?"

Soon, some began to agree, "Women will always be women. They quit just after you say a few harsh words. She'll definitely come back on her own, a couple of days later."

"There's no doubt. After all, she finally managed to turn from the daughter of a servant to a disciple, haha..."

- Exiled Rebels, Recklessness (2)

This is right after Lan Wangji directly contradicts Jin Guangshan's version of Wei Wuxian's confrontation at the banquet in search of Wen Ning & is awkwardly brushed off:

Suddenly, an indifferent voice spoke up, "No."

Jin GuangShan was in the middle of his fabrication. Hearing this, he paused in surprise, turning along with the crowd to see who it was.

Lan WangJi sat with his back straight, speaking in a tone of absolute tranquility, "I did not hear Wei Ying say this. I did not hear him express the slightest disrespect towards Sect Leader Jiang either."

Lan WangJi rarely spoke when he was outside. Even when they debated cultivation techniques during Discussion Conferences, he only answered when others questioned or challenged him. With utmost concision, he overcame, without fault, the lengthy arguments of others. Apart from this, he almost never spoke up. And thus, when Jin GuangShan was interrupted by him, he experienced a far greater shock than annoyance. But after all, his fabrication was exposed right in front of so many. He felt a bit awkward.

The good thing was that, not long after he felt awkward, Jin GuangYao came to save the day, exclaiming, "Really? That day, Young Master Wei busted into Koi Tower with such force. He said too many things, one more shocking than the next. Perhaps he said a few things that were along those lines. I can't remember them either."

His memory could only be equal to Lan WangJi's, if not better. As soon as he heard it, Nie MingJue knew that he was fibbing on purpose, frowning slightly

Jin GuangShan followed the transition, "That's right. Anyhow, his attitude has always been arrogant."

- Exiled Rebels, Recklessness (2)

The focus of this scene is the double standards between a male heir to a prominent sect and a female disciple born from a servant - gender and social class. It is more than clear that Wei Wuxian and Mianmian are being looked down upon for "stepping out of line" due to their lineage (as well as Mianmian for her gender).

Like, there are other factors at play in this scene, and I'm a big fan of alternative interpretations, but it's not wrong to say Mianmian is being a fucking badass in this scene by questioning and rebuking bigots, even if there's no real "reckoning" or retribution for said bigots. It was one of - if not the - most memorable scenes for me, and it’s driving me a little nuts seeing ppl trying to "Um, Actually" it