#threats of self-harm

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Death - Chapter 9

The Glaring Truth

Summary: Post Httyd 3, the dragons never left. When Hiccup and Toothless disappear after responding to a distress message, Astrid and the Dragon Riders give chase.

Warnings: Violence, Threats of Self-harm

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3 127

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Toothless, Astrid, Stormfly, Snotlout, Hookfang, Fishlegs, Meatlug, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Barf and Belch, Valka, Cloudjumper, Eret, Skullcrusher, Httyd ocs (Rufflegs twins)

Pairing: Hiccstrid, Rufflegs

Author's Notes: It's Death Day! I've been looking forward to posting this chapter! Chapter 10 has already been finished, 11 is just about halfway done! :)

Enjoy!

[stil-lindigo]

lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)

if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.

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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.

I know I don’t owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. They’re always passing urges, but it’s disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brain’s spent so long thinking only about suicide that it’s forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But I’m trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.

I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.

If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.

[trixxedheart]

It is amazing how the "people that love and uplift transwomen" website will instantly fucking maul a transwoman if she even remotely insinuate that using radfem rhetoric harms trans people

[graementality]

Some Hearb sketches from earlier ^-^

TW FOR HEALED SH SCARS BELOW THE CUT!!

[aroacesafeplaceforall]

Guys I’ve officially been told to off myself for “being racist” because I’m not a fan of a lot of rap music lmao

(Also someone tagged like 30 of my posts with #aro ace safe place for all (white only) which is a level of petty and stupidly that made me cackle lmao)

[autumnteawithfriends]

WARNING: This post contains grooming, guilt tripping, suicide attempts, talks of Self Harm, threats of SA to a minor, and mentions of animal death

Hello, if any of you are reading this, then I’m here to say that I highly recommend blocking this cunt on Twitter

To those who are wondering, this deplorable bitch has groomed my friend @cagneyblooms (Vriska is 18 and Cagney is 15) and Vriska has guilt tripped Cagney by threatening to send her cutting pictures

(The pink/purple text is my friend Cagney)

Vriska has also encouraged her to commit suicide by listing methods Cagney could do

Vriska has also threatened to kill her own perfectly healthy animals and told Cagney it

Vriska has also talked about murdering her on one of her many termed Tumblr accounts

However, me and some of Cagney’s friends weren’t going to let this bitch keep doing this to Cagney, so we sent her anonymous hate mail (I couldn’t screenshot theirs, but here’s one of mine)

(Also I do not give a shit if you give me smack for this, Vriska is a fucking terrible person)

Cagney has also informed me that after this, Vriska had tried to threaten me with SA before her account got termed

All I have to say is that how fucking pathetic are you to the point of threatening to send one of your “friends” after me. Keep in mind, I am a minor and I’m the same age as Cagney (15)

Vriska is also extremely racist because look at this shit she made

This speaks for itself, and something that also makes it worse is the shade of color she specifically used for the skin

It’s fucking dark muddy orange/yellow

So to conclude this, fuck Vriska, I hope she gets terminated and eventually sent to jail. If you or any of your friends see any account of hers. Block and report it

As a bonus, here’s my response to her on her brand new Twitter account before I blocked her

(EDIT: I made a continuation post right here)

[3-2-whump]

Adjusting Well: A Parallel

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By all accounts we weren't going to even have this chapter, but my beta readers convinced me to make this drabble canon. So, here it is. Everyone say thank you to @whumped-by-glitter and @generic-whumperz for letting Tom live one more chapter and prolonging Khaled's misery

A parallel to Adjusting Well

TW/CW: noncon nudity, multiple whumpers, degradation, emotional manipulation, degrading speech, threat of castration (not followed through), humiliation, noncon oral, self-harming behaviors

“How’s he adjusting?”

Thomas sighed. “Fine, I guess?” He threw a backward glance at a shirtless Khaled from where he sat on the sofa. The slave was engrossed with buffing out the scratches on the granite countertop. “He doesn’t talk much anymore-”

“When did he ever talk much?” Luca shrugged.

“Well, it’s worse now,” Thomas explained. “He just sulks all the time, shambling like a zombie from one room to the next!” He leaned in close to his oldest and most trusted friend. “When I took his cock cage off yesterday, he barely even reacted! Barely remembered to thank me, too,” he grumbled.

“I don’t understand,” Luca said as he furrowed his brow. “This is what you wanted, right? A living fuck doll to keep you warm at night?”

“No, that’s more of what you want, man!” Thomas shook his head, then leaned back onto the couch with a sigh. “I wanted at least a little bit of liveliness, maybe even some enthusiasm, if that wasn’t too much to ask for! I don’t know how to break him out of this slump, or if I even can!” he groaned.

Luca pursed his lips, looked over the side of the couch back at Khaled, and then back at Tom. “Bring him over here, I want to talk to him,” he said.

His friend obviously had an idea, though what exactly this idea was remained to be seen. Thomas craned his head over his shoulder once again to look back at the slave behind them. “Khaled, come here,” he ordered.

The boy looked up from the countertop as his hand holding the cleaning rag stopped buffing. He looked back down at the counter, then sighed, putting the rag down and stepping out from behind the counter. Without the granite and hardwood in the way, it was plain to see Khaled was completely naked. Luca gave an appreciative whistle. Thomas shot him an exasperated look. It was nothing the man hadn’t already seen at this point, but he always leered at Khaled’s nakedness as if it were the first time Tom got the idea to pass him around.

Khaled finally stood before the two men, waiting silently until he was commanded to kneel in the presence of his master.

“So, I heard you’re feeling kind of down,” Luca said as the boy settled onto his knees.

Khaled glanced toward his master, then back at Luca, and nodded somberly.

“Not sure why you’re so upset, though. I mean, really –did you not think your actions would have consequences?” Luca asked rhetorically. Thomas recognized this speech from those few times he’d interacted with Luca and his family before. This was the speech Luca used to use on his sons, with some obvious modifications to fit this specific situation. Never had he ever thought the man would rehash the ‘own up to your mistakes’ monologue onto his slave.

“Here my buddy is, just trying to protect you from your baser instincts –the same instincts that got you infected –and you think you have the right to be upset about it?” He tutted and shook his head in disapproval. “You stupid little slut! You still don’t know how good you have it, do you?” Luca admonished.

Khaled hesitantly shook his head, a flicker of uncertainty crossing those dark, lifeless eyes.

“If you were mine, I never would’ve tolerated this shit! I would’ve had you fixed like the horny little bitch you are the moment I suspected you spreading your legs for someone else!”

Khaled flinched, bringing his hands to his front to shield himself the moment the word ‘fixed’ was uttered. “Khaled,” Thomas warned. The boy nodded his head and reluctantly placed his hands at his sides, exposing himself again.

“You would never have left my sight for even a moment,” Luca continued, “but noooo, Tom felt bad for you and allowed you to ‘make friends’ or some shit! At least it was with Nico, at first –did you screw him to be your friend, too?”

Khaled’s face burned bright red at the invasive question. “What? No, I-”

“Quiet!”

On the other end of the couch, Thomas rolled his eyes. “See, of course now he talks, to defend what little honor he thinks he has left!” he scoffed.

“Honor?” Luca let out a snide laugh. “These slaves don’t have honor!” He leaned back onto the couch and gestured to Khaled as he explained. “No, no, what you think of as honor, I see as favor. Slaves are granted favor at the discretion of their owners, and that favor can be lost just as easily as it can be given. And this one lost favor due to his own actions alone.” He cast a smug look back at Khaled and asked, “So, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Um, I’m sorry?” Khaled murmured.

“Tom, do you accept that apology?”

The boss shook his head as his lips quirked into a wry smile. “No, I don’t think I do. It didn’t feel…genuine enough.”

“Yeah, come on, Khaled,” Luca jeered. “Let’s try that again! What do you have to say to the man who raised you, who waited for you to become legal all those years before laying his hands on you, who gave you everything?”

Khaled gave a shuddering sigh before lowering his eyes respectfully. “I’m sorry,” he answered, voice full of conviction. He effortlessly folded himself over into a bow, planting his forehead onto the carpet in front of their feet. “Forgive me, Master,” he said loud and clear.

“Forgive you for what?” Thomas asked, fully leaning into this game now.

“Forgive me for sleeping around, for taking you for granted, for-for not loving you like you want me to!” Khaled answered.

“How sorry are you?”

“So sorry!”

“Would you like to show us? Go on, boy, show us how sorry you are!”

This reminded Tom of when he and his friends were younger, when they would bully the freshmen at St. Drogo’s and rob them blind of pocket change. Khaled begged and screamed repeated apologies over and over, bashing his face into the carpet repeatedly each time as Luca goaded him on. “Okay, okay, stop, stop, stop!” Thomas commanded, intervening before Khaled could truly hurt himself. “Goddamn, Luca, you’re gonna give him brain damage!” He softened his tone as he redirected his tone to Khaled. “Get up here, sweetheart.”

Khaled raised his head slowly, sporting a deep red, carpet-patterned imprint on his forehead and tears falling from his inky dark eyes. He crawled on all fours until his body was between his master’s legs, his cheek leaning against his master’s thigh. Thomas stroked his face gently, wiping the tears from his eyes. “Show me how sorry you are,” he ordered softly. His hand left Khaled’s face to tug down the fly of his pants. Without a word, his slave pulled his hardening member out of his pants and popped it into the warm, velvety cavern of his mouth, lightly sucking on it and brushing it along his tongue to stiffen it to full mast.

“See? That’s better,” Thomas cooed.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” Luca chimed in. “He’s out of his slump and onto your cock where he belongs.”

“God, how do you not have one of your own to boss around already?” Thomas asked, completely ignoring Khaled’s efforts to please him.

“Not all of us have $30k to throw away; some of us gotta put our sons through college,” Luca griped.

Thomas rubbed the back of Khaled’s head, brushing the boy’s shaved undercut against the grain as he hummed contemplatively. “Well, I know it’s kind of gross for me to be offering my used sex toy like this, but you’ve always seemed to take an interest in him.” His hand traveled up to the longer hair on top of Khaled’s head, fisting into it as he pulled the boy’s face further into his lap. “What if I left him to you, if something should happen to me?”

Khaled made a small choking sound, which Thomas shushed away as he continued face-fucking him.

Luca smirked. “If it was anyone else’s used sex toy, I would say they were crazy. But him, I like him. He’s still young, and handsome too. And god forbid anything should happen to you, of course-”

“It’s already happened, Estrada shot me-”

“-I would be happy to take him,” Luca said.

Thomas sighed in relief. That was one less thing to worry about if Julio or anyone else ever succeeded in killing him. They shook on it, with Tom promising to contact his executor on the next business day as he came down his slave’s throat.

Le Tag List: @kabie-whump @rainydaywhump @whumped-by-glitter @skittles-the-whumpee @generic-whumperz @bamber344 @there-will-always-be-blood @morning-star-whump @a-la-whump @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @defire

[proship-mafuyu]

OH HELL YES THE PERSON WHO TOLD ME TO SLIT MY WRISTS GOT NUKED BY STAFF <3333 BEAUTIFUL DAY <3333333

[donkeybro]

What the actual fuck is going on

(Hey, I’m not in the best fucking mood right now so I’m gonna make this nice, short and sweet.)

(There’s an anon going around pretending to be @/minusgangtime and @/brooke2valley, sending irl self harm photos, saying racial fucking slurs like the hard r, n word!! “Reporting” people for the dumbest shit and telling my friends that they deserve to be fucking raped!! There also encouraging suicide, are trans phobic and are threatening to find out where people fucking live!!!)

(IM NOT EVEN FUCKING EXAGGERATING, HERES THE PROOF!!:

(ALSO!!! APPARENTLY THEYRE DOING THIS SHIT FOR A FUCKING FACE REVEAL!!!)

(IM DONE!! IM ACTUALLY FUCKING DONE WITH THIS ABSOLUTELY BULLSHIT!! GET A FUCKING LIFE YOU BITCH MADE COWARD OF AN ANON!! GO OUTSIDE AND LEARN SOME FUCKING DECENCY INSTEAD OF LURKING IN YOUR MOTHERS BASEMENT LIKE THE FUCKING WASTE OF SPACE YOU ARE!!!)

(GET OUT OF ME AND MY FRIENDS LIVES FOR GOOD YOU INHUMANE, MAIDENLESS, TRANSPHOBIC, BASEMENT DWELLING, DISGRACE OF WHATEVER FAMILY YOUR APART OF!!!)

[mushroominaforest]

Idk if I missed something or am dumb, but how did Cody get temporarily blinded?

Also LOVE the story I'm so happy to see you posting abt it sjkskskskd

Aahhshshjdjsjsfhdh thank you so much (dies)

Basically the reason he can’t see is ‘cause both of his eyes are swollen shut lol (I once had a bad black eye that I couldn’t open for like two days, Cody just has that but with both eyes rip)

How that happened I will leave to your imaginations, but I can confirm it was Eliana who did it

(A lot of yapping in the tags be warned lol)

[moeblob]

Druas and Eva

[nidoole]

As much as I like the idea that Rosekiller had known each other their whole lives, I just had an idea. So here goes nothing:

(tw: suicide threat, tw: blood, tw: stalking, tw: self-harm, tw: NSFW)

They were a one-time thing. Met In a bar, both fresh off a breakup and too drunk to function, bitching and moaning. Evan told Barty that if he wanted to let off some steam, he could call him. So they exchanged numbers and, after a few days of nothing, Barty texted, saying ‘I want u in me so fucking bad’ and that's how hell breaks loose.

It is everything: blood, sweat, and tears (and other bodily fluids). It rewired their brains and bodies, rendered them useless to anybody else.

Evan saw how dangerous it could be, so he told Barty that he only did one-night stands; it wasn't personal. He didn't tell him that he was going to get too attached and couldn't even think what it would do to him if they got together and broke up.

Barty thought ‘Mama didn't raise no quitter.’

One day, out of the blue, he started texting Evan, saying he was bored. It was a surprise to Evan, but a pleasant one at that. So they began to talk.

Evan did the thing where he screenshot everything and sent it to his friend group (reg, panda, and Dorcas), and the others loved to have a new source of entertainment. They speculated, pointed out how dumb they were being, told him what to text next, and ‘he’s so down bad for you, go for it.’

He did not. Every time he wanted to kiss him, feel his hands on his hair, he resisted, sending yet another goofy text and hoping it would open a conversation long enough to tame the ache in his chest.

Right about the time they became closer than ever, talking to each other at least a few hours a day, Barty started guilt-tripping him, verbatim saying ‘If we don’t fuck again, I’ll kms’ multiple times. He begged him to just give him a chance, called him and cried. After his pathetic sessions were over, they went back to talking nonstop as if nothing had happened.

One day, Evan was walking on the street and heard a sound behind him. He turned around and caught the slightest glimpse of neon green hair before it disappeared behind the corner.

He was creeped out of his mind and didn't feel safe in his own apartment for a few weeks. But most of all, he was so turned on by it. He couldn't tell anyone; the words wouldn't leave his mouth.

A rumour started in his workplace. There was a guy with body mods who waited outside staring at the building. Completely unrelated, Evan started to take his lunch breaks around the time the weirdo outside came. Also completely unrelated, he found a very comfortable place in the front side of the office, where the tinted windows allowed him to see the man sitting on the sidewalk, gazing blankly at the wall.

He started to go out more often with his friends. He told them about how Barty was probably following him, and while his friends were freaking out, he watched out of the corner of his eye as the figure with the hood over his head sipped his coffee in the café on the other side of the street.

He went on walks at night every day just to be able to hear the second set of footsteps behind him. He kept them short because his adrenaline burned his energy out quickly, and it was painful to walk while hard.

He hinted at it when they talked, told Barty about the situation at work, and told him that whenever he was out, he felt eyes on him. Barty neither confirmed nor denied anything, just gave coy, omniscient answers.

The other guys he slept with started getting extremely detailed and graphic death threats and sent them to Evan, saying ‘dude wtf is this a prank???’

Evan read them, twirling his hair, giggling, and kicking his feet as his friends yelled at him on the phone to get a restraining order and block him.

He came back home from work one day and found one of his kitchen knives covered in blood with a Polaroid picture showing two pale wrists that had been slashed.

Instead of having a panic attack and freaking out because someone broke into his fucking house, as any normal person would, he instead wondered how Barty managed to take a Polaroid photo without using his hands. (And licked the knife clean while masturbating, but he wouldn't even admit it to himself.)

Because he wouldn't do anything about it, Dorcas and Reg had his locks changed without him knowing and gave him his keys, saying, “How dumb are you to not understand how dangerous he is?”

Another day he found out that his laundry basket had been raided, the used boxers were on his bed, the insides wet with fresh cum. He just sent a selfie with them to Pandora and Reg. They literally dragged him out of the building and house-arrested him in Dorcas’s place.

As soon as he was let out by them, he broke every speed limit and drove home, just feeling that Barty was there, waiting. It was lodged deep inside him, as a truth upon his pillars of life were raised.

He didn't even bother to take his shoes or jacket off, just ran straight to his bedroom.

He was right, of course; he couldn't imagine being wrong about him.

Barty was there, he had cuffed both his hands to his bedpost, kneeling, and he was naked save for a very skinny pair of underwear that perfectly displayed his iron-hard cock.

His gaze roamed over the body, and stopped at his neck, where the new tattoo that said EVAN in big, bold letters sat.

He looked up, their eyes met, and Barty smiled the biggest smile anyone could smile and said, “I swallowed the key.” Oh, he was so, so stupid. So was Evan, for going against all common sense and loving that idiot.

That's how Evan knew it would be forever for them.

[iw2kms]

CREATING PAIN so my current pain doesn’t feel so bad >>>>>>>>

[spoocys-glade-of-dreams]

Hi guys. Spoocy here and I wanted to have a little talk. I don’t normally post things like this, but given how badly this has now escalated, I wanted to pass a little warning to those within the roleplaying community about a user I had dealt with. One who was added to my DNI recently: mayordebbie.

This post contains threats of self harm, mentions of suicide, and extreme parasocial behavior.

Please do NOT go and harass this user.

MayorDebbie was someone who reached out to roleplay with me back around November of last year. I did read her pinned post and browsed the blog, and I admit I got a few red flags that I expressed to one of my friends. I still wanted to give her a chance. I got a few responses done, but after a while my focus went towards other threads. It says rather clearly in my rules section that I am prone to doing this and to not rush me for responses. Debbie had messaged me asking about the threads. I told them to just be patient and that I was getting to it, until I saw a post about her ranting about her feelings about people blocking them. That post left me very concerned and I knew right then and there that I didn’t want to continue roleplaying with her. I pm’ed her saying I didn’t feel comfortable continuing after seeing that vent post and how she reacts to people blocking her then proceeded to block her.

Debbie made it clear that if you block her, then you need to give a reason. I gave her my reason but she refused to accept it. I ended up getting pm’ed by at least 3 alt accounts of Debbie trying to beg me to continue roleplaying with her. I had to explain to her that what she was doing was block evasion and kept telling her to stop contacting me. Fast forward to today, I was made aware of a very concerning post where Debbie admitted she was obsessed with me, and is now threatening to perform self harm because of that block.

I don’t consider Debbie a danger to anyone other than herself. I am aware that she is disabled, but this is not excusable. The behavior she has been showing is concerning and I worry about her doing this to other members of the roleplaying community. Threatening to hurt yourself because someone doesn’t want to roleplay with you is manipulative and badly para-social behavior. I did not know Debbie for more than a couple days. She showed no respect to me and my boundaries and cared more about her being able to roleplay with my Rayman.

People do not owe you their time, their attention, or a reason for blocking you. If you’re going to act like this, you need to consider going offline and seeking professional help. I do not want others to be exposed to the extreme level of para-social behavior as I faced.

[lapdogchase]

if i posted a picture/video with visible scars and all the comments were like “im so glad nobody’s asking for a trigger warning 🥺” i would kill myself

[just-antithings]

Antis: "Ew proshippers are SO harmful by writing icky fanfics and drawing gross art" even when everything has warnings in place so you can avoid it to the best extent the site allows you to avoid it.

Also antis: proudly posts untagged gore or badly censored 'proship art' for callouts, glamourising ED's, self harm or murder. Harasses people, doxxes people, sends death threats and suicide baits frequently.

Obviously not all antis but I've noticed a bit too many like that on twitter