#sinday trauma

[ask-rk900]

After months on end, possibly years of minimal or no social interaction, he decided it was about time to admit his flaws, shortcomings and overall failures that led to this.

"I loved him, and I don't think he never once told me he felt the same.. I did everything I could to show him how much I cared, how much he meant to me.. I had finally started to let my guard down around a person, because I thought I could trust him. I stupidly thought that he felt the same.. but he suddenly decided to abandon me.. and he didn't even give me a reason. Just that I wasn't good enough for him.. I was never enough... even if I trusted him, loved him and was willing to put myself aside just to be with him...."

Nothing he did was good enough. It never would be. He was NEVER enough for him.

"I was just stupid enough to think that I might mean something to another person... even when I know I am unworthy..."

[angie-long-legs]

thinking about these frames 🫠

[felinoir-a]

as much as i want fe to be wildly kinky, i just ... don't think she is. power exchange dynamics, bondage, blindfolding, pinning her down, even so much as grabbing her wrists is enough to trigger a ptsd episode.

[voxvulgi]

life update:

also you can donate to the medical aid for palestinians society here

[helreginn]

@nixalegos asked:

Send me a “OH MY!” for your muse to accidently walk in on my muse naked.

The tenuous nature of their... companionship only worked to devastate and embarrass the watcher caught in a vulnerable moment between hunting garb and formal dress. She languished 'neath the awareness that her raiments were all of an arms width away.

Donning them then would not salvage this innopportune moment.

Time was, Helya would not have minded prying eyes on flesh carved masterfully in ivory. But this was not then. This was a shameful and wretched way to be found. Witnessed.

The breath stammered in her throat as her hands rushed to cover what little she could.

He had come unexpectedly. In the home made to fit a Titan. She was large. Unmissable, no matter how she cowered beneath his gaze.

She seemed to struggle with words or even action. But finally, as she swallowed to wet her dry throat, Hel quietly commanded, "Leave, Felscythe."

[darckcarnival]

𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 ?

BOLD — always applies ( most of the time ) ITALIC — sometimes applies STRIKE — never applies / hard limit

INCLINATION / HABITS . . .

is submissive | is dominant | prefers to top | prefers to bottom | likes to switch | identifies as heterosexual | identifies as homosexual | identifies as bisexual | identifies as pansexual | identifies as demisexual | identifies as asexual | enjoys sex with men | enjoys sex with women | enjoys sex with any sex / gender | enjoys sex with multiple people at once | initiates | waits for partner to initiate | spits | swallows | prefers sex in the morning | prefers sex at night | will have sex anytime | no sex drive | low sex drive | average sex drive | high sex drive | hypersexual | fluctuating sex drive |

BODY / APPEARANCE . . .

small build | medium build | athletic build | muscular build | curvy build | voluptuous build | wears boxers | wears briefs | wears lingerie | goes ‘ commando ’ | shaves / waxes | manscapes | doesn’t shave / wax | cup size a – c | cup size d – f | 1 – 5" in length | 6 – 9″ in length | 10” or over in length |

SOUNDS . . .

is silent / makes little to no sounds | is very quiet | is very loud | grows in volume over time | bites hand / partner / pillow to muffle themselves | calls out partner’s name | curses | growls | fakes / exaggerates | prefers a quiet partner | prefers a loud / appropriately vocal partner | prefers a responsive partner | is turned on by dirty talk | is turned off by dirty talk |

TURN ONS / KINKS . . .

having their hands pinned | pinning their partner’s hands | having their hair pulled | pulling their partner’s hair | being watched ( by their partner ) | being watched ( by a third party ) | watching their partner | receiving oral | giving oral | calling their partner ‘ daddy ’/' mommy ' | being called ‘ daddy ’/' mommy ' | giving praise | receiving praise | biting / marking | being bitten / marked | spanking | being spanked | teasing | being teased | having toys used on them | using toys on their partner | giving anal | receiving anal | choking | being choked | dirty talk | being tied up | tying their partner up | being worshiped | worshiping their partner | humiliating | being humiliated | degrading | being degraded | knife play | blood play | being pegged | pegging their partner | fucking | making love | one night stands

PLACES . . .

bedroom | shower | bath | pool | ocean | kitchen | home bathroom | public bathroom | car | tent | alleyway | field | forest | school | empty or abandoned building | library | rooftop | terrace | dressing room | elevator | parking lot | museum | cemetery | beach | closet | hospital | living room |

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 @frequency-found 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 I DUNNO WHO TO TAG FOR THIS SO STEAL IT FROM ME

[ssolessurvivor]

Maybe one of these days, Logan will finally crest that hill into feeling comfortable with himself as he is now, and not ruminate on the man he used to be physically speaking. His trauma came with a lot of new things, not to mention daily pain management and general body image issues. But as Khan bares his back to him, Logan watches with a smirk the other and his flexing of his back, that lengthening of his neck, and he can't contain his blush as he allows his hands, once they've lathered the soap up between his palms, to begin the methodical cleansing of Khan.

He starts at his shoulders, offering them a soft squeeze as if he were giving a massage, before he begins to glide down the column of his spine, the muscles on either side of it sturdy under ivory skin, free of any blemish and even the occasional freckle. Hands since splay out towards Khan's sides, ensuring he gets every inch of skin soapy and somewhat sparkling, in a manner of speaking, fingertips gracing the little dip of his lower back before Logan leans in and kisses the base of Khan's neck.

The blonde may not entirely know what's happening or what Khan's devious motivations were when they hopped in here with that comment, but Logan is more than willing to allow it to unfold however the other likes. His bones are beginning to lose the ache from the chill sustained outside, his hair now damp with warmth brushed back from his forehead. His front grows mildly flush against Khan's back, hands having found their way around the other's lithe body to rub soapy circles on those abs of his, nosing that dark hairline at the base of his skull.

Such closeness he doesn't get much, he's been so lonely for the last year and now that Khan's here...things are coming up, to light so to speak, Logan just hopes it's not too much for this fragile yet beautiful thing they have.

The first word that comes to Khan's mind at the display of a gentle blush covering the other's cheeks, is, strangely enough, 'adorable'. A word that's rarely used in his own native language - he thinks he has never used it before, at least not in this context, actually - and yet here he is, considering this word to be the most appropriate... and it is, simple as that. Because Logan is adorable, suddenly acting a bit shy despite what they've done already in the past.

Maybe it has to do with their shared shower? It's quite an intimate thing to do, he knows - even though taking a shower is obviously meant to get oneself cleaned up, it's distinctively different when two individuals share one, as they need to be comfortable enough to exist in casual nakedness that's not necessarily created because of a sexual setting; It makes them both vulnerable in a way, which fascinates Khan, the concept of it.

He feels good, he knows that much. Isn't shy about his own bared frame, isn't feeling sheepish because of Logan seeing it - which means that, in conclusion, Khan is comfortable with the human he's sharing said shower with at the moment.. in seemingly a lot of different ways.

That string of thought is interrupted, however, when Logan takes the shower bottle from his hand and then offers to wash Khan's back - the question itself is so innocent in nature that it sends a pang of amusement through Khan's whole being, combined with something warm and affectionate for the man. He offers one of his cheeky smirks to the other as their faces come close due to the other placing the bottle back where it belongs... and then, willingly so, turns around, his back offered to the blonde, while he lets the water wash away the bit of shower gel he's had poured onto his own palm mere seconds ago.

He won't need it, not right now, he thinks - smirk growing a bit on his lips, for a fraction of a moment, at the thought.

"---I would appreciate that.", is what he says at last, definitely a teasing tone lingering in his sonorous voice; He stretches his neck a bit and squares his shoulders, perhaps flexing his shoulder blades a bit for Logan to look at, who knows?

[anunkindncss]

Trash writing spice? I am... both intrigued and ready to dive into this inbox off anon... You don't usually actively do sinday, sir.

Oh, look who crawled out of the shadows like a raccoon drawn to the scent of morally questionable choices and emotionally-charged filth.

You’re right. I don’t usually do Sinday. Normally, I’m out here handing out emotional CPR and unsolicited opinions about trauma and character arcs like a damn neighborhood dad who barbecues grief.

But you called me sir. And now? Now we’ve crossed into dangerous territory.

Because Trash Dad just finished his third cup of disappointment from today’s family get together (because zombie Jesus is where it's at), and Trash Daddy just slid into the seat, leaned back, and said—

"You sure you’re ready to come off anon, sweetheart?" Because once you do? I don’t just write spice. I ruin people politely.

Soft dom, slow-burn, toe-curling tension that'll have you squirming before the first paragraph ends. Respectfully degrading. Tenderly filthy. The kind of writing that asks before it takes, but takes like it’s been starved for you.

So go ahead. Dive in. Come off anon.

But don’t say I didn’t warn you when your inbox gets claimed like a throat under my hand.

[biblicallyaccuratemarvel]

It might not be the official day for sinnin', but so far as I'm concerned, any and every day can be sinday --

Thoughts below the cut for anybody who doesn't want to be privy to this information <3

My interpretation of Bucky is very much top-leaning switch. When it comes to sex, he has to know and trust his partner implicitly -- he will not engage in flings.

I also see him as a service top/bordering on stone top. Due to his extensive physical related traumas, I personally believe he'd prefer to be as in control as possible. Not because he wants to have any sort of ownership over his partner, mind you! But because the idea of being vulnerable, of letting someone touch him in return -- or god forbid letting them focus on just how flawed he really is -- makes him anxious.

This man is a dedicated lover when you get him comfortable, though. Stamina through the ROOF.

[wardensmight]

It's not sinday, but the trauma from being a Cousland just makes Leo even more of a people pleaser so he may or may not have a fixation on performing with his face between someone's legs. :')

[neverhangd]

Anne's head swims when they kiss. Even if she weren't so button-lipped half the time, she wouldn't have the words to explain the world of difference Edward and his stupid cunting "courting" had done so far. And even if she did have the words, they were a long way off of being something she'd be able to say. It'd been a shock after the first time that he'd let her stay without making her pay, as it were, but she'd barely had time to start wondering what the fuck that could mean before he'd been off doing some stupid thing else and keeping her on her toes.

She's not complaining about his way of letting her catch her breath, though. She squeezes his fingers back and tries to strangle another stupid fucking needy sound out of her when he shifts on the bed and presses her more into it. Fuck. Fuck!

She follows him without thinking when he pulls away, eyes half-lidded and pupils blown. Broken intensity be damned! If he'd wanted it broken, he should've broken it before getting them here.

It takes her an embarrassingly second to realize she hasn't answered, just lain there staring at his lips like an arse. It takes her another fumbling moment to find her voice, already hoarse.

"Y--yes." That feels stupid. "I like that." Not helping the matter. She stops her dumb motor-mouth before it goes off and makes her look any more a foolish whelp under in front of him, settling for squeezing his fingers to convey that instead. Please?

When he looks down into her striking, sea-glass eyes and sees his own desire reflected right back at him it's enough to make his head spin. Anne's beautiful; red hair splayed around her and flushed skin. For a few moments all he can do is gaze down at her, caught up in the moment.

What Edward wants is to touch her, but it's their first time to get this far. So he settles in between her legs and kisses her slowly. His hands on her wrists slide upwards until he can weave his fingers into hers, gives an affectionate squeeze while keeping Anne pressed into the bed.

It occurs to him he's buying some time for cooler heads to prevail, breaking up the intensity to create space to think.

Edward looks into her eyes again, studying her face with an open and yet hungry expression of his own. He's only human, damn it. "Do you like that?"

@neverhangd

[ultfan]

HYPER-SEXUALITY AND THE TRAGEDY.

it's sinday and that means i finally can talk about one of my favorite headcanons about komaeda in the tragedy. strap in folks — and hold your judgement because i know it sounds really fucking funny at first (and it is) but i promise i have deep thoughts about this.

as i've mentioned before, i do believe that komaeda would be hyper-sexual. and i do mean hyper-sexual — not that he has a high sex drive — but rather the fact it is an issue that plagues him and inconveniences him. this, rather than being a proper addiction or even a trauma response, is instead due to his ftd. meaning that this isn't really something he can work on/fix with therapy or most typical ways of treatment. however, hyper-sexuality is one of the handful of ftd symptoms that can be dealt with via medication. and i do believe that komaeda is medicated for his health issues.

however... once the tragedy hits i do not believe that he would be able to keep getting his prescriptions. and even if he could, i don't know if he would. be it the ultimate despair mindset or simply because he has bigger fish to fry. and so, it becomes something at the forefront of his mind again.

now, i have often seen the fandom depict komaeda in the tragedy as a sexual deviant. depravity is welcome in the tragedy and thus he is able to fuck freely. thanks to the existence of the servant persona, some people even go the extra mile with that... (personally, i don't think that "servant" existed prior to udg — but that's another thing for another time). however, despite everything i've said: i think komaeda was the least sexually active member of ultimate despair during their time of operation.

lerf — i hear you cry — how can this be?! well, let's talk about how ultimate despair is:

often it is easy to forget that ultimate despair isn't extremely hedonistic in their actions. they too despair — they may revel in it, but they do cause pain to themselves as they cause pain onto others. they'll kill and torture, but they'll also destroy their own families and bodies. ultimate despair is not indiscriminate in spreading despair. there is suffering on the part of everyone involved. be it via mutilating themselves, starving themselves, or something else.

and so i bring you the thing i have been alluding to for fucking weeks (maybe months???) on this blog at this point: the cage(tm).

aka: the komaeda chastity cage era.

okay, okay, get the giggles out because this is serious business (yes it's also really funny conceptually but stick with me). komaeda's hyper-sexuality is something that is gonna unfortunately plague his mind with constant sexual thoughts and desires. he literally cannot help it. and to prevent him fro alleviating these desires someone (likely junko <3 thanks queen) could lock him up in a chastity cage. which would not only make it fucking worse, but also completely stop him from getting any real satisfaction/gratification even if he did have a sexual encounter. in essence: he is fucking suffering ladies, gentleman, and everything in between.

it is a special brand of torment just for him. it's not a kink thing or anything like that — it's not fun for him at all. it's distracting, it's annoying, it's stressful, and it is a constant source of frustration. and before you comment, yeah this is logistically sound — he can pee, and depending on the type he can probably clean it pretty well if need be. i did my fucking research (i'm committed you guys).

anyway if junko doesn't keep the key i do think the idea of ultimate despair fucking trading it around is super fucking funny. taunt him, bully him, whatever. this is me fighting against overly sexualized version of tragedy komaeda. what if he was sopping wet and pathetic guys? have we considered this? well, now you have.

[bvd11975]

It's Sinday so I should out Nestor a bit.

Due to her paranoia surrounding the scar on her chest (see sketch here), Nestor is reluctant to strip out of her shirt. Especially if she isn't wearing a halter bra that covers the majority of it.

Intimacy is a rare commodity for her, and usually she'll lean into a fling or one night stand. A quick rush that she only has to undress partially for before ditching said partner. Intimacy beyond that is foreign to her. It takes her quite a bit of time to feel comfortable with showing the scar to anyone, viewing it as a curse due to the trauma surrounding it.

I've talked about this part before, but here we go. Despite how flighty and nervous she can be when a social interaction is personal (and not work-related. Aka the difference between a casual/random conversation vs. interviewing a witness), Nestor typically knows what she likes and wants. And given how protective she is over her scar, she often tends to take lead when it comes to sexual situations to avoid unveiling what she doesn't want seen.

It's no surprise that it's also due to the nature of her job and past experiences of feeling helpless that she also likes to be in control. If the person she is having sex with isn't a one night stand and a fling that's familiar with her preference to keep her scar covered (provided, they aren't at the point of her feeling comfortable showing it), she won't mind sharing control. Truth be told, her being in control is more of a need. It is often a necessity for her peace of mind and focus. However, what she wants is to feel safe and relinquish control. But because she never feels safe, it's hard to allow that beyond short sessions.

[eclipsecrowned]

🚩 🚩 🚩 // @dcviline

Ooh here's my extra spicy.

I didn't think anything was wrong with Sinday as an appellation. It was a pithy play on words, a laugh at the idea 'we're hunting hole on a holy day.' In some experiences I think it was even cathartic, recognition of embracing sexuality in places and identities where that very concept is sin. Then we let someone with clear Catholic trauma make it everyone else's problem. Took it too seriously. Decided, as an early warning system for the current state of the RPC, that 'I don't like this and it makes me uncomfortable so no one can do it! It's my internet and the rest of you are just posting on it!' What was Sinday actually hurting except that one person's glaring need to go to therapy?

I don't think 'collecting' is real. I think people who play canons in certain fandoms are still trying to vie for being 'The Most Canon Blorbo' or 'The Most Popular Blorbo' and don't like being reminded everyone with a duplicate has just as valid and nuanced takes. I see a lot of 'COLLECTING' claims cropping back up to the point even I had to outline I was not trying to 'collect' when asking which canon selected an option that implies another person I am not aware of ships something in a poll. It's ok to not want to feel like a number or to just want to be an exclusive -- but say that. Don't make the comm feel bad for not prioritizing you as one Blorbo of many.

I think if you get to the point you have a spreadsheet and 'shifts' to get RP done you have lost the plot. Entirely. I can understand sb with a lot of muses keeping track but I mean people keep paperwork records, follow strict rules, and have specified hours they sit and do nothing but write for RP is dystopian. This is not a job. Come and go as you please. I keep seeing more people treat this as normal and I feel just this sense of dread. I don't mean like 'Oh I only have this time in my day I CAN write' or 'oh I always do drafts before bed' I mean literally your rp docs look like a small business records. It is not that deep. How are you having fun?

[sanguinesorcery]

It's Sunday! And I'm finally writing a Sinday OC Canon. Gasp, I know.

Due to Some Content (although it's not written in any sort of excessive detail), I'm putting this under a ReadMore. But be warned, it deals in topics such as child marriage, allusions to both domestic abuse and rape, and generalized violence and mild sexual content mentions because Sinday. If you choose to read further, that is on you.

Fariah's early trauma has affected her negatively, as one may expect.

She was barely sixteen years old when Turyl's coup happened, watching her friends and family be put to death in gruesome execution, to hear a tone of voice spill from her mother's severed head she had never heard before and still has the occasional nightmare about. She wasn't even done mourning when forced into the marriage with her usurper, when forced to do things and endure things no child should.

Things that still haunt her to this day, even suffering the survivor's guilt of murdering her husband to wrestle her throne, her people, and her life back. She has the support of a strong court and council, and close friends she considers family to her even now, but the scars remain.

But there is a pseudo-positive silver lining to all of this. Not all of it was negative, although a lot of it is. And that was the bond to her goddess lineage strengthening. Fariah remains the first Ariad since the peak of the Middle Age to have such strong ties to Katya, the Sidhe War Goddess who birthed the first of the Ariad lineage. As a result, her body mistranslates adrenaline in some very bizarre ways.

It should be noted that despite her past, Fariah is not afraid of sex. She is not afraid of the feelings of it, she is not afraid if it gets a little rougher than normal with established partners. She is more afraid of losing control; she does not like to be held down, she does not beg. A means of escape if she needs it, a means of control, and if she tells you to knock it off, you had better listen or she is taking pieces to get that control back.

Which makes this translation of adrenaline actually scare her a little in her rationality. Because it does not crop up if you accidentally startle her, it must be a continuous poisoning stream of it. And since she is most connected to Katya, it is the continuation of warfare and the progress of the war machine that gets it going. The sensory overwhelm to smell spent gunpowder and feel the rattling boom of the guns in her chest revvs the metaphoric engine, and a challenging opponent in the physical combat element isn't going to be shunned in the slightest.

Such overload translates as a high akin to arousal and wipes her ability to properly rationalize thought until all she wants is more. During this time, she is much more open to suggestion, as the part of her brain that would make her think about things is pushed to secondary needs rather than primary. Granted, she is also a lot less human and a lot more blood-crazed at this point, so it's easier for those around her to let her shake it off or go stumbling off to take care of it herself in the dissipating haze that follows such moments.

Funnily enough, though the raw feral emotion from her does ripple the hivemind, it translates in others around her not as sexual arousal but as wrath. In such ways, does she embody many facets of Katya and her blessings and curses.

[manyfandomocs]

Gabe + 10, 16, 33, 41, 61?

10. Weirdest thing that ever turned you on?

Oo hm, I think seeing Beast Ben may have been the weirdest thing that turned him on

16. Spit or swallow?

He says spit but that's because he likes being made to swallow. If they're sucking him off he really doesn't have a preference

33. Are you okay with name calling in bed?

Absolutely it's how he deals with his Gaston trauma. Call him whatever name you want it's his coping mechanism

41. Do you have any strange or extreme kinks?

He is into a lot of dangerous ones, breathplay, knifeplay, stuff that makes him feel threatened

61. How loud are you in bed?

Usually, loud. He can be quiet but you would usually have to gag him if you want it to last

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