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Snakes, Phantoms & The Debts of a Dead Man || Self: Flashback
tw: violence, fighting, weapons, toxic masculinity, death, some blood and bruising
It had started out as nothing more than a bad habit, an attempt to mend the gaping hole the loss of a step-father and the suspension from the UFC had left in Jason. A teenage prodigy they had once called him, best left hook since McGregor. All power and strength coupled with an unlikely speed for that build of his, a combo that proved to be absolutely lethal. Too lethal. Too lethal for a kid with a bad temper and no guidance, still grieving.
But street fighting had brought that all back to Jason, enough to get him out of his own head and taste the familiar surge of adrenaline that he had so desperately craved. Fight number two on the streets fanned the flames, and by the thirdā well, the third had brought in the cash.
Jason was pocketing that cash, fresh off his latest match-up when it happened. He should have just gotten his ass back home. Kicked back in the empty trailer Tommy had left him with and downed some skunked Millers that were still in the fridge he hadn't bothered to clear out yet. Tommy sure as all hell wasn't going to miss them. But instead Jason found himself at his step-father's favorite dive, deep in the belly of the Bronx, with a build that gave him enough years to forgo an ID.
Not that he would even need it. He hadn't even stepped inside yet, walking down the street towards the front door when a voice called out to him which Jason blatantly ignored. āYo!ā It tried again. This time, louder, hungrier, more pissed. Jason let them try a third and fourth time before he slowed, and turned to meet the sound.
There were three of them, each one more slimy than the next, all sleek suits and knowing smirks, hair grease, and completely out of place for a joint like Corks. Gangstas as Tommy would have put it to him. "Tell your ol' man, he owes us." The middle one hissed at him, threat laced like venom on his prickly tongue.
Jason outright scoffed at him, shaking his head at the goons. "Good luck. Tommy's been dead for weeks now." The words still tasted bitter in his mouth, the realization that he really was gone still needing to sink in.
"Then it looks like you owe us now." The ringleader spewed more venom as he stepped to Jason. It seemed his step-fatherās debts still haunted the kid even from beyond the grave, the fat wad of cash in his pocket seeming more like a burden to him now than his hard earned spoils of war.Ā Ā
"Don't owe you shit." He spat back. Tommyās voice was in his head now: Donāt be soft, kid. Never be soft. Always stand your ground, and donāt take shit from no one. They make you mad? Good. Use it. Anger is your best weapon.Ā
The trio was closing in on him, encircling Jason as he grit his teeth. The quiet two were now flanked at each one of his sides while the leader still remained before him, flashing him the pistol beneath his belt. Jason had no choice but to follow suit as they cornered him into the alleyway beside the bar.
"We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your loser of a Dad always liked the hard way." The leader smirked, goading him as if he already knew his answer. It was hardly a choice. Not for Jason anyway, wired to never give in or back down. He had barely registered the threat, the heat coursing through his veins and hijacking any rational thought he had. All he wanted now was to wipe that shit eating smirk clean off the mouth of the viper that taunted him.
And so, the hard way it was.
Jason didn't answer; he charged, straight for the middle man. Three on one, already in the losing position. The other two were on him before he could throw more than a couple quick jabs, each with one of his arms now holding him back. He managed to land a scrappy elbow to the larger lackeyās skull, sending him to the ground, out, but still breathing.
His efforts were futile, for snakes were slippery creatures and before Jason could strike again the barrel of the pistol struck him from behind, cascading him into momentary darkness with just enough time for the other two to snag his winnings, take a couple more cheap shots, and make a start to the street.
There was a sharp intake of breath next, and Jasonās eyes snapped open, wide and hungry, back still pressed against the cold ground. He didnāt know how long heād been down for, but it didnāt matter. He was grinning as he stared up at the night sky licking pooled blood from his teeth.Ā
And then
Jason
lunged,
barreling at the ringleader from behind with all the pent of frustration from the last couple of weeks propelling forward. It was quick work now, taking Tommy's advice and manipulating the rage that welled deep in the depths of his abdomen. He took down the unlucky bastard who dared to make a mockery of him and his step-father within seconds. Blow after blow after blow. Jason couldn't stop. Jabbing at anything and everything he could get his bloody paws onāsloppier, messier, all leading up to that deadly left hook of his, landing square on the bastard's jaw that claimed his final breath.
A couple of bystanders had gathered by now, and a mix of jeers and gasps erupted all around, one egging Jason on while the others subdued the third lackey who wasn't strong enough to grab Jason from behind. Another pair of unknown hands were latched onto his shoulders now and they pried him away from the serpent heap, pulling Jason upright to look down upon his handwork with a set of blues that would never be the same again. They weren't baby blue or azure anymore. They were icy, squall, and eventual death.Ā
Panting with his fists still trembling, the man behind the hands pulled him away from the scene deeper and deeper into the alleyway towards a backdoor of the bar.
"Never liked that asshole." The man told him once they were concealed behind the door, and Jason was leaning backwards against the wall for support, drawing in uneven breaths. He met the man's stare, still unable to register who the hell he was, but a patch with a phantom riding a motorcycle gave Jason an idea. "Your fuckin' lethal, kid." The man said studying him now, seeing something in him that Jason couldn't. "And I wanna make all this shit go away for you, but Iām gunna need somethinā from you..."
Jason spat fresh blood to the ground, a shiner purpling up the side of his jaw, and nodded, pledging his undying loyalty to the Ghost Riders from that day forward.Ā
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Um so. I remembered The Incident while I was hanging out with Odile
#IT WAS BY COMPLETE COINCIDENCE TOO. I JUST PULLED OUT THE COIN TO SEE IF ITD TRIGGER ANY SPECIAL DIALOGUE#AND IT. WELL IT TECHNICALLY DID. I GUESS. I FUCKING GUESS#it wouldve surprised me if odile DID have dialogue for this but the chances of it happening are so low to begin with#and its a one time event on top of that. chipper did tell to me talk to loop afterwards but I forgot to in the same loop#I did trigger their dialogue by pulling out the coin in front of them and it was REALLY TENSE#Iām not sure if itās the same dialogue I would have gotten if I went to talk to them immediately after since I was hanging out with odile#and I just got Bonnieās friend quest event too Its just blow after blow. Iām gonna frow up#isat#in stars and time#isat spoilers#in stars and time spoilers#isat act 3 spoilers#isat act 3#actually idk if the coin thing is limited to any specific act but Iām currently on act 3 when it happened#isat siffrin#Siffrin#isat odile#odile#my art#myart#gif#puppy plays isat#GAH
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Just ran into someone writing "k!ll" on one of their posts so I just want to remind any refugees that you should not censor yourself on tumblr. This isn't tiktok, you can write the actual words without any repercussion, watch
KILL, KILL, DEATH, SEX, MURDER, KILL
Not to mention this is also bad etiquette for people who have those words blocked/filtered and for people who use screen readers.
#also ffs don't use leet speak for trigger warnings#if you write something like ātw bl00dā you need to not use this site#top posts
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"If I was so dead, where was my funeral?! Whereās my headstone?"
I'm haunted by both these quotes and the idea of what would have happened had Timothy Goose found Ylfa after she'd well ...
Quote is by Kristin Chang
now available as a print
#ylfa snorgelsson#neverafter#d20 fanart#d20 neverafter#dimension 20#d20 spoilers#ahhhhhh glad people are liking this!! everyone leaving lovely tags thankyouuu#and everyone tagging her as jsut a baby i agree i wanna just hug her and tell her everything will be okay#also shoutout to the goodhood girlhood quote for messing me uo when i first heard it#its now available as a print because this artist is gettin very little work right now#also if you like neverafter i made some ocs! who are equally just baby#also i didnt originally know the full poem only this quote so dont take the full poem as context for this piece its on a very difficult top#topic so check triggers first thankyou to the person who pointed this out in their tags
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I got a haircut today and Iām so giddy about it,,,, it is so difficult to explain to my mom why I feel so giddy about the undercut sideburns I got
#like theyāre barely noticeable anyways because the hair on top covers most of it but like#theyāre just gender to me. do you get it#like thereās something distinctly feminine to me about the longer sideburns he always leaves to āframe my faceā#extra points for the lady at the hair place who was like āoh I didnāt realize girls could get their hair cut like thatā#itās a really small Chinese hair studio that every Chinese person in the area goes to so Iāve been going to this guy since I was a child#but like my Chinese is never good enough to explain what exactly I want lmao#and the nice uncle who does my hair is always really excited to do what heās imagining and go like āthere doesnāt that look beautifulā#and I never have the confidence to ask for the sideburns to be a bit shorterā¦..#fr tho I hate anxiety like why does getting my hair cut trigger my fight or flight response#my heart should not be pounding in the waiting area thinking about showing my hair cutter a picture.
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nanami kento is not the type of man to regret many things. regret will only take root in one's heart and turn them into a rotten monster, one filled with so much sorrow and grief that they are unable to even shift their finger. being a reformed jujutsu sorcerer has taught him such.
so, kento makes a point of always leaving without regrets and with a thousand nightmares saddled upon his shoulders. that's fine. kento is good at coping with nightmares and monsters under the bed.
yet, when you are here, smiling down at him as if you are genuinely so pleased that he's right here rather than a thousand miles away, kento is beginning to realise that he does have regrets, after all.
"come on." your palm presses flat over his cheek, cradling his jaw as if he's something fragile, or perhaps something precious. he doubts it's the latter. the both of you have been tainted with too much hurt to be anything beautiful anymore. "i've missed you so, kento. can't you give me one more tonight?"
kento should know better. after all, this is precisely why he has been avoiding dipping his toe into the jujutsu world. but favours have been demanded, and strings have been pulled, and you have held him too close, and he was back in your bed again, blinking up at you past his tears as if nothing has changed.
"too much," he murmurs. his voice isn't slurred yet, but he knows it'll be soon. kento doesn't like losing control very much for anything, but you're extremely skilled at making him give it all up for you, so he was fighting a losing war from the very start. that's fine, too, he supposes. he misses you too much to hate you for it right now.
your smile turns indulgent, a little condescending, and kento wants to kiss you so, so badly that it hurts.
"you can take it." you lean in, pressing your mouth to the crown of his head, and kento is suddenly twenty years old again with both of your arms thrown around him and your lips pressed right where you're still kissing him now, and he's leaving.
he's here now, and he's taking you the way he's never allowed himself to have you before, and nanami kento has so many regrets and every single fucking one of them wears your name and wields your smile.
"okay." kento forces himself to relax, to let you to sink into him deeper because you're here. you're right here and so is he, and if either of you are going to regret this come morning, then kento will do something worth remembering as well.
"good boy." he earns himself another kiss, to his hairline this time, and your hands tighten around his hips. kento lets out a sigh, sinking into the mattress underneath him, and finally allows himself be swallowed by the weight of your presence caging him in at the moment.
when you start moving, kento's heels dig into the small of your back and an ugly, desperate sound escapes his lips. before his hands can curl around the sheets, you catch them in your own. your fingers are intertwining themselves with his, and kento can only exist with awe as both his hands are pressed against the mattress on either side of his head. you press down on him, using it to anchor yourself as your hips keep fucking into him with steady pressure, and kento realises belatedly that half the reason why you can let go of your grip on his hips is because of his own legs caging your waist.
a soft sound escapes kento's throat at the sight; a whimper, a moan. you catch onto it, smile, and kiss it away as if it's a bruise that needs to be healed.
and, well. kento hadn't realised it until your mouth is sealing over his that it isā he feels raw all over, an exposed nerve flayed open above burning fire, suffocating all over, but he doesn't think he has ever felt more alive than he does in this moment. the sheets stick to his skin, and his hair is plastered against his forehead, and you're still looking at him like he's a miracle.
"kento." your voice is heavy, laden with the sound of your pleasure and exertion. kento has never heard his own name sound that way before: carrying so much weight, so much affection and reverence. it's terrifying.
it's beautiful. he has never felt more beautiful before.
he murmurs your name in return, clenching down on you, and he is entranced by the sight of your fluttering eyelids, of his name once again drifting from your lips in a feathery sigh. kento's own breaths stuttered at the sound, and he wants this all of a sudden. he wants all of it back. he wants you back.
nanami kento does not bode well with regrets, but you are one of the very few things in the world worth regretting. he regrets not listening, not asking you to come with him, not doing every single hideous and ugly thing he had thought of but never dared to commit. he regrets a whole lot of things all of a sudden, and it should feel like a burden but it feels like catharsis instead.
because in spite of his regrets, you are still here. years have passed by, and neither of you had stood still while waiting for the other, but you had still allowed him to carve a tiny, fleeting space into your life. it should be arbitrary, but it isn't. it isn't.
kento's back arches when he comes, fingers squeezing around yours, and his eyes roll back so far into his skull that he swears he can see the gods he doesn't believe in him smile at him. this is your second chance, they all seem to be saying to him, and kento doesn't actually need them to tell him that. he knows, and he intends to seize it.
he feels you fill him up, following his high swiftly after, as he shakes through the aftershocks. your voice reverberates from your chest and over to his ribs, rattling his heart and lungs, and kento can't breathe all of a sudden. i can have this, he thinks, dazed and high off sex and dopamine and revelations. i can have all of this.
you lift yourself up from him slightly, torsos still pressed against each other's comfortably. you're turning your head, likely about to ask him if he's doing okay because you're a good person like that, always have been a good person like that. even in his darkest moments, kento has always known your kindness. in the pits of hell, you are his light. you are what guides him back to port; you are what guides him back here, in hell or in heaven, he doesn't know anymore. this must be hell because it reeks with death, but you are here so it must be heaven. it is neither and it is both and it doesn't matter because kento is here with you and heaven or hell, both can be conquered as long as you were with him.
kento tries his best to live a life without regret and with such in mind, he reaches out and chases your lips with his. "don't go," he murmurs, soft against your lips, soft enough he hopes that you will see enough of it in him to at least hesitate before you go. "stay the night."
he never had to worry. your hand untangles from his, curling around his nape, and then your mouth his slotting over his once again. "okay," you tell him, just as soft. "i'll stay."
#softest piece i've written in a while and what's playing in the background is screamo pop punk godspeed soldier#believe it or not what triggered this is literally a fanart of nanami drenched in blood LMAO#sub jjk#sub nanami kento#top reader#male reader#nanami kento x reader#( thirsts. )
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Fanboy and his idol keychain~
#sdr2#danganronpa#nagito komaeda#makoto naegi#illustration#danganronpa trigger happy havoc#danganronpa thh#super danganronpa 2#i love them sm#komaegi on top#komaegi#artists on tumblr
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"I could fix him. I could fix him!"
No, babe.
I could make him whine, beg, cry and ask for more. I would terrorize him.
#do not read these tags if you value your mental health#try me he would NOT be my first narcissistic average guy#the way he trigger my instincts to chew him up and top him#nor my first guitarists that thinks he is hot shit#i would became feral if someome like him cross my path again#mama kat rambling#hazbin related but not too much#adam hazbin hotel
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Top!Kate headcanons
bc i may have been slightly persuaded that she isnāt a complete bottom
lots of heavy breathing and swearing, always smiling and isnāt afraid to sweat (think what she looks like when the camera zooms in on her during a free throw ššµ)
will pin your hands above your head but not too harsh, just by holding them and lacing your fingers together
whispers in your ear, kisses your neck, bites your shoulders
loves lingerie on you like an unhealthy amount, will buy you new sets ājust becauseā. also loves to see you wear them out just in day to day stuff bc then she knows what she gets to unwrap later, always wants to see you in something pretty and lacy (baby blue and electric blue are her favs)
isnāt opposed to quickies like anytime she canā¦
like will bend you over the kitchen counter right before she leaves for an away game āfor good luckā, fuck you in the backseat of her car in between classes, morning sex always
also will fuck you anywhere?? the couch, the backyard, kitchen counter, dinner table, bathrooms, shower, the car, hotels, etc. i canāt explain this one š¤·āāļø
lowkey loves you riding her in any way. sheād be more than happy to sit and watch you on her fingers or her thigh all smug
^^ would want you to sit on her face lowkey all the time (think that doja cat quoteā¦ i love big noses bc you can yk, sit on em. i might be projecting with this one)
would love , i repeat LOVE your thighs and hips, literally would worship them before going down on you
likes to see you try to be quiet, hence the quickies
iāve mentioned this before butā¦ would really like using vibrators on you. partially because of how loud you get and how fast you finish, partially because she can multitask that way but still give you pleasure
isnāt afraid to be mean and tease or edge you, but prefers overstimulation and just giving you orgasm after orgasm, no matter how much youāre shaking or saying you canāt take it. unless you safeword out sheās giving you another. and sheās a munch so sheās putting in the work
calls you sweet thing, pretty girl, pretty slut, good girl, like mainly praise but occasionally a touch of degradation
not necessarily top kate but she likes making out, just like overall addicted to kissing you. bonus if she makes you grind on her fully clothed
BONUS
if you call her mommy on accident while sheās topping she would freeze first, kind of smile and be all teasing and cocky about it, but would ultimately make you ask her or make you admit you wanna call her mommy (thank @iminlovewithpaigebueckers for this one)
#wcbb#kate martin#kate martin my beloved#this blog has become dedicated to her atpā¦#mutuals be turning UP#i may have switched to the dark side#(kate isnāt a bottom trigger dark side)#top!kate martin#headcanons
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Sorry I'm gonna be mean here for a second. Dysphoria's been beating my ass so I deserve to be an asshole about this.
Male Charcter/ Reader being AFAB=/=PIV bottom, please tell me y'all know this right? Also please tell me you know that It also does not equal necessitating the most dysphoria inducing femme terms like cvnt pvssy cl*t (can't even fully type that shit out) right?
And if you insist on this at least have the decency to care about dysphoric trans men & Masc NBs by Tagging Your Shit!!!
Like at this point I don't even care if it's trans people doing this, it kinda makes it worse imo. I don't expect cis people to give a shit but fellow trans people should at least be cognisant of others.
I'm asking some of you to expand your imagination when it comes to the sexual roles of trans men & afab NBs in your writings. And if you don't want to?...that's fine great that you can enjoy these types of depictions awesome for you...now give a damn about others who can't at tag or give a CW so we can skip/blacklist tags.
#top male reader#bottom male character#bottom male reader#ftm character#transmasc reader#ftm reader#transmasc character#bottom dysphoria#bitter peachy#ayo speaks#just because you're not dysphoric about certain things doesn't other people aren't#for instance top dysphoria is more ācommonā aka acceptable to talk about in transmasc spaces#how would you feel if every single transmasc related thing without any adequate warning triggered that? Won't be very nice now would it?#trans men & NBs w/ bottom dysphoria pregnancy dysphoria menstrual dysphoria chest dysphoria general feminising dysphoria matter too#we shouldn't have to keep quite and take being disrespected and having our dysphoria triggered and not be allowed to say shit about it#more and more my decision to avoid and blacklist every trans character related tag is proving necessary
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They are about to watch the shittiest horror movie to ever exist. . .
+ art dump for things that I donāt wanna post individually below cut
#just a reminder this blog uses she/her for Chihiro#danganronpa#somewhat related to the infodump chihiro but top 5 moments from the anthology#when m@koto and togami both sat there and let chi INFODUMP#m@koto out of kindness and togami because he didnāt want to admit he didnāt understand#LMAO#mondo owada#chihiro fujisaki#trigger happy havoc#leon kuwata#sakura ogami#aoi asahina#byakuya togami#hifumi yamada#yes I think he wld wear those wolf shirts from Walmart. I have like 3#toko fukawa#celestia ludenberg#also asexual Owada again Iām sorry itās such a good hcā¦#horse_art
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21 pilots isnt edgy. its like boring.
Maybe angsty is a better word. like,
#itās edgy in a silly and cringe way#I am a supporter of cringe btw even in high school when I was super into TOP I found some of it cringe#I just didnāt care lol#only reason I donāt listen to TOP at all now is the association with highschool#the music just makes me feel bad now#not unique to TOP btw same for other songs/artists I listened to a lot then#I accidentally ruined them for myself now they trigger bad emotions lol#I was unmedicated for most of highschool lmaoooo
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I keep drawing stuff for the ask blog and then realizing i can't post it lmao (by "this keeps happening" i mean its happened three times I'm just dramatic)
look. look. the siblings au was just me having fun writing a story, and then one day i drew and posted one (one) meme about it to my account with twelve (twelve) followers, and it somehow blew up??? so i kept posting more about the au cause... people liked it! exciting! and now i have 321 followers and i have NO idea how that happened lmao but uh it did.
the thing is, the story and the canon is pretty dark in a few parts (obviously lol) and I'm worried about posting any more-in-detail angst and a few things i havent even mentioned bc i dont know how much i trust you guys to listen to trigger warnings. no offence of course!!!! im sure you guys are super responsiple and stuff, i just want to be careful, human curiousity is a very powerful thing and i know ive probably looked at a few under the cut things that I knew would upset me just because i was curious lol.
is that just me??? let me know if it is bc im clueless lmao
i just wanna know like. if i were to make a post on the ask blog with the comic under the cut and a "tw suicide" or something on top, would people actually lisen to that and be careful? I'm always worried that people will ignore those
#i could always change the canon#just be like āthat never happened dont even worry about itā lol#i tend to be cautious around those things#like for instance ive posted comics with warnings about Bountiful and her horrible-ness on them#but ive never shown her actually hurting Inv or Saint (at least i dont think so my memory sucks lol)#just heavily implied or referenced it#i just wanna be careful!!!#so i try to avoid stuff thats like very obviously going to trigger someone if they saw it#but just like#if i did#because ive gotten a few asks regarding darker things#would you guys listen to any tw i put on the top#do tws actually work im not sure#(weird midnight ramble lmao sorry)#hmmm actually it is later than midnight#i should go to sleep
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In which we sheathe a blade.
#the barking writer#tanguish#tango#welsknight#helsknight#read! the trigger warnings! for this chapter!#they are in the author's comments at the top of the chapter!#this one is violent!#there is blood!#you've been warned!
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Came across my old AC7 Top Gun AU art and Iām obsessed with it again!
And obsessed with AC7 in general honestly!
#top gun#top gun 1986#top gun art#top gun fanart#Ace combat#ace combat 7#ac7#ace combat art#ace combat 7 art#trigger ac7#trigger#count#tabloid#I love them so much#Mihaly#mihaly a shilage#skies unknown#art#fanart#au art#these three are my dumbass trio your honor
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itās still so... hm. i'm not sure what words to use here tbh.
but to give the one character that has received such preferential treatment through early access development and full release even more new content + new lines even though he already has a wealth of scenes, detailed animations, incredible world responsiveness, that about totals to having a third more content than everyone else...
all the while the other characters, their romances, their stories and the way the world they're in reacts to them are still either a barren wasteland or bugged to the point they canāt be triggered.
#like correct me if i'm wrong but ast*rion is the only have to have lines before / after you kiss on top of everything else and it's like#like ok good for him... as always#he's clearly The Priority Above All Else#can w*ll get romance greetings#can g*le's romance be fixed#can minth*ra's romance triggers work#can h*lsin get some content that actually fleshes him out instead of ppl doing the writing for devs#can sh's romance resolution not completely differ tonally from what you and her talked abt before the final fight#can scenes be added to address the imbalance#idk#text: personal#bg3 critical#larian critical#tbd
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