#standing cuffs

[wolfeyedwitch]

not to be evil but standing cuffs for celeste

Yes to be evil. You 100% mean to be evil. Don't even try to lie.

Also for @amonthofwhump day 6: stress position

CW for female conditioned vampire whumpee, it as a pronoun, manhandling, stress position (duh, but I figured I'd say it anyway), sadistic whumper, pet whump, multiple whumpers

Masterlist

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The vampire never knew what to expect when it was dragged to this room. It seemed that every time, its trainer brought something new. 

The only constant was that it would hurt.

The men dragged it in and hauled it to its feet. Its legs quivered under the strain of its own weight, receiving a nasty chuckle from the men in response. 

“Tired already, pet?” came its trainer’s voice. 

Its eyes snapped to the man. Stupid, stupid, stupid, it had been too focused on its escorts to even notice the trainer. It couldn’t afford such mistakes!

Hesitantly, it nodded. It had long since learned not to speak. Words are for humans, not vermin, after all.

The trainer smiled like a shark. “Good.”

It tried to ask with its eyes, hoping he would condescend to explain what he meant.

“Your existence is no longer your own. You’ve begun to accept that, finally.”

“Took it long enough,” one of its escorts muttered. 

The trainer gave him a sharp look before continuing. “Now you must accept that this applies to everything else about you, as well. You no longer set the terms of your un-life. That is for your owner to do. You will do as your owner directs, even if such things seem impossible.”

It didn’t like the sound of that. Fear started prickling along its limbs and gnawing at its empty stomach.

“Hands,” the trainer commanded.

The men restraining the vampire extended its hands towards the trainer. He grabbed something hanging from the ceiling, then fastened what turned out to be manacles—thankfully steel rather than silver—around its wrists. He stepped back. The others followed suit, letting the vampire fall. 

It didn’t make it all the way to the floor. The chains connected to its manacles stopped its collapse, resulting in a harsh yank to its already injured shoulders. The vampire couldn’t hold back a whine at the pain. 

The men only laughed. 

At a nod from the trainer, the chains began shortening. The vampire was dragged upwards by the wrists, and it scrambled to get its feet under itself to decrease the awful strain on its arms. The chains only ceased shortening when the vampire was balancing on its toes, heels hovering off the ground.

The trainer stepped forward again, looking the vampire over as it struggled to remain standing.

“This,” he said, soft and sweet as poisoned honey, “is where you belong. As entertainment for your betters.” He patted its cheek, the touch too hard to be comforting but not quite hard enough to be a slap. 

It was just grateful he wasn’t wearing the silver gloves today.

He stepped back with another sharp-edged smile. “Your task for today is simple: remain silent. If you can manage that? I might consider rewarding you,” he said.

It nodded fervently. It could do that. It would do that.

One of the others held out a leather pouch to the trainer, who accepted it and poured the contents into his hand. They looked like…

Oh, no. Oh no.

If it hadn’t just been told to be silent, it would wail in despair. 

The trainer held up a handful of what might have been jacks, if not for the sharpened points. The metal gleamed unmistakably.

“Silver caltrops. Let no one accuse me of being too soft on the pets I train,” he said with a smirk. “If I were, how would you learn?”

He stepped behind the vampire, and it stiffened as he disappeared from its view. 

The next sound it heard was that of metal against stone. It stiffened; tears pricked in its eyes. 

It could feel the hated heat of silver beneath its feet. 

It struggled to grasp the chains connected to its manacles, to both ease the strain in its shoulders and avoid the caltrops by holding itself up. The men laughed at its display.

“Like I said,” came the trainer’s voice as the man circled back around to face the vampire. “Entertainment.”

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[elliebelliegirl]

okay following up though... i understand that you are jewish and Israeli but (not trying to attack you, just trying to understand) how can you stand with the state of Israel after seeing the numbers of atrocities that the IDF has committed - of course the hostages should be released, but palestine will cease to exist if this continues and this is an active genocide. people are being displaced and thousands have died. how can you in good conscience stand with the actions of Israel ?

im still assuming this is in good faith! i do appreciate that you're asking and not attacking, it's really nice change of pace tbh. please understand that my ethnicity and my political opinions are not the same thing and how i feel about the state of israel is divorced from my religious beliefs. i just also believe that my people have a right to live in our indigenous land. i also believe palestinians should be able to live in israel (many already do.) anyway, here's the deal.

first, im not israeli, but my family is. i was born and raised in the u.s. while most of my family is israeli, i am not (yet.) im an american jew with strong roots in israel.

second! israelis have been displaced since october, since the attacks by hamas, the governing body of gaza. they've been attacked and killed for years (the whole reason the iron dome exists is because missiles are such an active threat.) getting displaced or killed has happened to israelis and gazans. its terrible for everyone. i am human, and therefore uncomfortable with war, but i don't think it's a genocide. i am horrified by the deaths in gaza. i hate that innocents are being harmed. i don't want to add a however, but there's a big one- it's that the ratio of killed militants v.s civilians is unfathomably low. if israel wanted to kill everyone in gaza (which is 100% not the goal) they would be dead already. the war is active now only to eradicate hamas, which would be beneficial to gazans and israelis, and to rescue the hostages. israel has offered to end the war multiple times and hamas has refused.. because they refuse to return the people they kidnapped. the war could've been over months ago!!! months ago. israel did not instigate this war, and has repeatedly offered ceasefire deals. hamas is the one shooting these offers down. also, palestine wont just cease to exist.. im not sure what that part means, can you explain it? i want to understand you, too.

also. i have cousins in the idf. one of them was supposed to come over before last days on sukkot and couldn't make it in the end. over the weekend, october seventh happened. the next time we spoke, it was a phone call right after simchat torah ended. he was on his way to the airport, having been called back to israel to meet his unit in kfar aza and start collecting bodies. i only had a few minutes to tell him i love him and to stay alive on behalf of me and my siblings. the memory is so surreal. we turned on our phones for the first time in days to texts from our israeli family saying they were alive, not to watch the videos, not to look at the pictures. im still kind of stuck there on my couch, holding my siblings in a hug and wondering if someone who hadn't texted yet was dead. then we saw people celebrating the massacre. they haven't really stopped. so we knew we couldnt really count on anyone to protect us, and this was way before israel entered gaza. people were just happy jews were dead. don't know if this is a huge sidetrack, but. this is why i stand with israel. their goal is to keep my family alive. their goal is to keep as many gazans as possible alive. that is not the goal of iran and hamas. this goes further than zionism though, tbh. zionism is pretty simple as a principle 😅

[butwhatifidothis]

I guess the ultimate thing that kills CF for me - or at least nudges it away from me saying I definitively like it - is just how much Edelgard is clearly written with the player in mind before she's written with her character in mind.

Because on all of the other routes, there's a power to Edelgard's presence. Even on BE, there's a sense that for as lonely as Edelgard might be, she still ultimately will do whatever it takes for her to get what she wants. Be that be killing her citizens (or otherwise letting them be killed), endangering her friends, assisting in kidnapping people, allowing Byleth to support her only when they have the Sword of the Creator, covering for TWS - no bar is too low for her to limbo under if doing so means she's even a step closer to her goals.

She's manipulative! She's deceitful! She doesn't care for the lives of her people! Even her friends are forfeit if they try to stand in her way! And this happens no matter how close you, the player, get to her, in the case of BE - C+ ain't stoppin' Remire, and going to the coronation ain't stopping the Holy Tomb.

And in the war phase, she is dominating the field. She has the Kingdom completely on the ropes, down to a few houses standing against Imperial rule, and the Alliance is stuck in neutrality - she may not be able to do much to it, but neither can they do anything to her (to say nothing of the Alliance houses who stand with her). She's far from the underdog in this race, and she shows off how threatening she can be.

CF? Her route?

She scweams at scawy rats. She gets embawwassed when you find her dwawings. She's just so wonewy, and she's just so gwad that you chose her. She somehow fails to capture Rhea, or frame Dimitri for regicide, and so now has to deal with that on the Kingdom's side of the war. But that doesn't stop Elly Welly-kins fwom twying to find her pwecious teacher, because you're just so important to her. She cwies and hugs you when you meet her in the Goddess Tower!! Because she missed you so much!!

It's like... Dimitri and Claude certainly show different sides of themselves on their respective routes. It's the whole point! You grow closer to them and thus see how they treat those close to them, as opposed to being the Kinda Neat Teacher they see run along every now and then. But, like... Claude doesn't become a blushing maiden whenever Byleth speaks with him on VW. Dimitri doesn't scream at scary rats and get called cute for it on AM. They don't get Basic Bitch Gap Moe Traits slapped onto them that are only ever shown to the player and only on their routes. Unlike Edelgard.

Dimitri's endearing trait is that he's this big huge dude who can bench-press forests and arm-wrestle god who still wants to learn to sew and who teaches kids to protect themselves and who buys candies for his friends. Claude's endearing trait is that he's this mastermind planner who has contingency and lie and obfuscation as three separate legal government names who still wants everyone to be safe and happy and hold hands and be friends.

Edelgard is strong, confident, and willing to do some of the shittiest things known to man for her goals. Her endearing trait is that her screams are cute. She's shy about her drawings of the player character. She blushes over the player potentially joking about having sex with her per her JPN version of her C support; you know, the one about how Byleth walks in on Edelgard muttering in her sleep from a nightmare about her tortured family? Perfect time to joke about fucking her! Dimitri and Claude's endearments are, well, endearing; Edelgard's are all straight up embarrassing for her.

Hell, even the smaller stuff is affected! Claude's passion for poisons and mushrooms are things he has no qualms about having others know about, despite how weird they are. Dimitri laughing at shitty jokes brings him no personal discomfort or embarrassment, despite just how loudly he laughs at them. They have traits to them that can easily be uwu worthy, and they don't care! Of the lords, only Edelgard does! Because, it feels like, the only way for a strong, resolute female character to come off as approachable is if she's knocked down a few pegs for specifically and only you, the player.

And that sucks ass! I'm sorry, but when I'm playing Edelgard's route I don't want to deal with her hiding herself away in her room for a month IN THE MIDDLE OF HER FUCKING WAR because she's just so embawwassed! It is so fucking insensitive that Edelgard is literally the only lord of the three who can have her trauma openly belittled at any point in the story by Byleth, all to have some cheap cutesy uwu moment about her fear of rats (calling her screaming in fear cute and INSISTING that it's really cute which is just. Fucking ew man)! Why can we fucking mock Edelgard's manner of speech during the MASSACRE OF REMIRE?

This shit doesn't happen to Claude or Dimitri! And saying "oh just don't pick those options then" is bullshit because no equivalent options exist for the male lords! It's piss-boilingly annoying that the second you choose to see things from the strong confident villainous ambitious female lord's perspective you can reduce her down to this bumbling moeblob just for you (sometimes unavoidably!) like!! Dude!

[alderaphid]

I don’t know if anyones pointed it out yet, but Floyd is silly. Goofy as hell. Even if he doesn’t have much of an outward personality in the movie, his dialogue shows a lot of character.

Most of those boyband puns in the script come from him, and he’s sarcastic towards Velvet and Veneer in such a way that shows he’s naturally witty and quick-thinking. Calling them “talent-stealing succubi”, quipping about a “desperate Christmas album or one-off national anthem performance”, commenting on his imprisonment and impending death in a off-handed snappy way (“Yea sure, dying sucks but at least it's for some sweet 'bling a ding' and some boho chic home furnishings.”) Floyd’s funny.

He’s naturally resourceful and charismatic as well. He hatched an almost-successful escape attempt and almost convinced Veneer to release him too! He wasn’t just taking his imprisonment lying down; he was probably constantly constructing plans in his mind and subtly manipulating Crimp and Veneer when Velvet wasn’t there. If things went slightly differently, or if he had more time, he probably could have escaped on his own.

I know he was typecast as “the sensitive one” in the boyband and doesn’t have much of a role besides being the victim of V&V’s scheme, but there are crumbs here and there that I definitely enjoy and think about.

[queenhawke]

allow me to be completely delusional here for a second. what if this:

is brad and david having their own danarachel parking lot kiss moment but this time jo is the one who busts them instead of carol (once again i am completely delusional)

[gemkun]

ratio being the most expressive person behind the bust exactly

[thedisablednaturalist]

How..can I carry anything while using the crutches?

[reubenyeoart]

Bought some green daily contacts from OWNDAYS since they seem to be much more vibrant than the usual ones I use, and I took the opportunity to dress up as Bridget (because why the fuck not)! So the contacts are actually more vibrant in colour, that you can see the green visibly on the iris even in mid-light conditions. Problem is, these are way drier than the ones I usually use and my eyes feel like I've poked them with my fingers by accident. Think I'll stick with my usual Acuvue lenses for Tighnari and Freminet, although I'll keep using these for Bridget.

[veunho]

I love love love drawing but I cannot draw poses in any circumstances

[too-crafty-ladies]

@ShortieMcBealle Pretty things take time. I'm doing that thing again that I always I'm not gonna do, which is writing my own pattern. I will say they are inspired by the Field Cardigan on Ravelry.

[keeper-of-all-the-random-things]

Bleeding for Gold, pt 2

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

CW: restraints (standing cuffs), blood, bruises, beating, noncon (non-sexual), knives, institutionalized abuse. Please let me know if I missed anything.

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Day 26

The office is different than Ian expected, warm and inviting.

At the front desk, Ian inquires after Spencer.

The secretary types into their computer.  “I’m sorry,” they say.  “He’s currently with a client.  May I take a message?”

“I’ll wait,” Ian says.

“It may be a while.”

“Fine.  I’ll wait.”

Ian sits in a velvet armchair.  Three minutes pass.  He gets up.

“What does it mean to be his client?” he asks.

The secretary gives a big sales smile.  “Being a client here allows you to safely explore all parts of yourself so you can discover your truest self.”

“Right.  So.  What does that mean?”

“It all depends on you.”  The secretary continues smiling as if they are delivering life-altering information.

“What office is Spencer in?”

“He’s new, so technically he doesn’t have an office yet.  His workspace is downstairs until he gets a promotion.”

Ian nods and heads towards the stairs.

“Sir, you can’t interrupt the meeting!”  The secretary calls but makes no move to stop Ian.

Ian doesn’t break his stride.  He follows the stairs two flights down until he reaches a hall lined with brightly painted doors.  It feels like stepping into a nursery or grade school with its die cut labels and vague motivational posters hanging between the rooms.

Ian stands awkwardly at the bottom of the stairs until a uniformed woman appears.

“First time here?” she asks.  “Who were you matched with?”

“Spencer …”

“He’s already with someone at the moment, perhaps we could -”

“We’re together.  I was running late.  I’m sorry.”

“Of course, of course.  Life happens.  We’re glad you could make it.”  She adopts the same sales smile as the secretary.  “Last door on the right, Mr. …”

Ian is already walking away.

He stops at the scarlet door at the end, knocks once, and enters without waiting for a response.

And he freezes.

Spencer is in the center of the room, cuffed wrists pulled high above him by a chin attached to the ceiling.  Deep cuts and multi-colored bruises cover his torso.  His shirt is neatly folded in the corner.

“ - the hell is this?”  A wiry man appears from behind Spencer.

“I was going to ask the same thing,” Ian says.

“Ian?”  Spencer  looks around, eyes bleary.

“I still have an hour left,” the client says.  “I was promised full privacy.”

“What are you doing?” Ian asks as the client presses his hand into a purple bruise on Spencer’s side.

“I’m within my rights,” the client says.  He presses deeper, and Spencer groans.

“Stop!” Ian protests.  “You’re hurting him.”

“Yeah.  That’s sort of the point.”  The client scoffs.

“Ian, just leave it,” Spencer says quietly.  “Please.”

“Spencer …”

“You heard him.  Leave.”  The client puts his hands on his hips.  “This is a private session.  If you want a turn, you can pay for time like everyone else.”

Ian longs to tackle the man and show him how he really feels.  Instead, he clenches his fists at his sides.

“Where are the keys?” he says, stonily calm.

The client tilts his head.  “Keys to what?”

Smug bastard.

“To the cuffs.”

“Not here.”  Smirk.

Ian does hit him then, one swift jab to the face.

“Ian, please stop.”

The client keeps smiling.  “No, no.  By all means, keep going.  This could be more fun than I thought.”

Ian steps back, more to spite the client than for Spencer.

“Let him down.”

The client laughs.  “For the next hour, in this room, I’m in charge.  And he’s not getting out of here until I decide I’m done.”

“I’m not going to leave without him.”

“Don’t worry,” the client says, deeply condescending.  “He’ll make it home to you.”

In any other context, those words could have been reassuring.  But the client pulls a thin knife from his pocket and waves it in Spencer’s direction.

“We have business to finish,” he says.  He adopts a thoughtful look.  “You can stay, under my conditions.”

Ian clenches his jaw.

“If you stay quiet, I’ll be gentle.  Otherwise, I’ll have to call security and then your friend and I will have some real fun.”

Wordlessly, Ian nods and moves between the client and Spencer.  He is close enough to feel Spencer shiver when the client runs his hands across Spencer’s back.

Then it begins in earnest.

Spencer cries out as the client slides his knife through his skin, smaller hurts made worse with open palmed slaps and full bodied punches.

Ian bites his tongue to keep from lashing out at the client.

The client doesn’t seem to tire.

Ian absorbs each blow that Spencer takes until Spencer’s cries turn to whimpers and Ian is the only thing keeping him upright.

Finally, the client stops.  He comes around into Ian’s line of sight.

Ian doesn’t move for fear of jostling Spencer.  He only glares at the client’s self-satisfied smirk.

“It’s been fun,” the client says.  “Could make it official next time.”  He reaches into his pocket and tosses a set of keys at Ian’s feet.  “Sign up.  I’ll see you again.”

He gives Spencer one last smack before he leaves.

…..

Ian drives them back to the apartment in silence.

Spencer refuses help to clean himself and to tend to his wounds.  He passes out on the couch and sleeps deeply all afternoon and all night.

Ian doesn’t sleep at all.

[thewildbelladonna]

The Dance Tour, MGM Grand Garden Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada, October 25th, 1997.

[share-the-skye]

Finished the line art!

[runthepockets]

I think part of my obsession with RXKNEPHEW is the fact that 3/4 of his lyrics make you go "dude WHAT" which is not something that a lot of artists seem to care about doing these days.

[ziptie-bouquet]

Saw an ad on a billboard that used an AI generated image. It was some fucking misogynistic bullshit about laser hair removal that looked like it was pulled out of normie cishet bdsm porn. It makes me so angry man.

[killaura]

lowkey kind of love being on walkie, I love the little people inside my head hiiiiiii