#tw discussions of violence

[boreal-sea]

I think it's important to differentiate different kinds of prisoners, because I think it does harm to all prisoners to pretend they're all the same.

There are legal and illegal prisoners.

Legal prisoners are technically, by law, being held legally. You may not agree that they got a fair trial, and it's absolutely fair to look at these systems and go "you are abusing the law to arrest, charge, convict, and imprison people unfairly. This may be legal, but it is inhumane and unethical". But you can't call this out if you ignore the fact that technically, those prisoners are "legal", because you're trying to call out a system of abuse that has been codified into law.

But we also need to be able to differentiate a codified system of abuse from illegal prisoners like human trafficking victims, kidnapping victims, and hostages. "This prisoner is a hostage and their life is up for ransom in order to manipulate someone else, which is not only illegal, it is an incredibly inhumane and unethical thing to do to a person. All hostages are innocent, and all hostages are in immediate, life-threatening danger because the people holding them are not beholden to any standard of law".

If you call all prisoners hostages, you're not going to get very far, because the legal system you're trying to critique will just shake its head and say "we're not holding illegal prisoners, they went through our court system and were convinced, this was all legal".

And if you treat hostages like legal prisoners, you legitimize terrorists and kidnappers by pretending they have some kind of legal right to be holding their victims. They do not. No one has a right to kidnapping and ransom.

[cikebabbler]

i just found out ppl didn't like or didn't read the footnotes in babel bc they're "just additional information" and i just want to say rEAD THEM PLS BABEL IS MEANT TO READ LIKE A MEMOIR A NONFICTION HISTORICAL ACCOUNT THE FOOTNOTES AREN'T THERE JUST FOR STYLISTIC PURPOSES IT'S MEANT TO IMMERSE YOU INTO THE SPECULATIVE NATURE OF THE STORY LET YOURSELF BE IMMERSED THAT'S WHY YOU DON'T APPRECIATE THE BOOK YOU'RE NOT ENGAGING WITH IT IN THE WAY YOU'RE MEANT TO READ THE FOOTNOTES

[velichorus-k]

The second installment of this comic right here. In which the gang hangs out :) pages under the cut!

[apolaskiart]

"Please don't make Hootsie an orphan..."

[bluebellowl]

Ok, fnaf submas idea(maybe)

Now, i cant remember if you said something about a train chase scene between the twins and the player or not but if you didn’t then that is what i am proposing.

How i imagine it going is at first the player/gregory is taking the train to some new area that’s been unlocked with the twins having been a neutral party throughout most of the game until now or freddy mentioning them and helping gregory reach them to unlock fast travel(with little train stops here there that have been found across gameplay)

And upon the first encounter the twins become hacked and attack gregory as the train is going with you the player racing to get the conductor car with the twins following in suit behind you quickly (either rushing at you on their two feet or that really creepy bent-backward crawl on their hands and feet and their heads turned[360 turning capabilities?] in order to accommodate that position)

Once you get to the front car you then have control of the train and veer it onto an unfinished track, freddy contacts you and sets up some type of like bomb or something, you somehow escape the train before it crashes leaving the twins to scream metallically (and somehow fearfully) into the trash area. Fast travel is still accessible, you just don’t have the twins there to manually run the train, its on autopilot now until you get them back up.

Alternatively, if one them catch you, you either get fucking decked/punched to death (one punch only shown) or suffocated. Gruesome yes but i imagine afton getting real fuckin sick of the player at this point and commands animatronics to kill on sight no matter what.

And depending on who you find first they will either follow you around the trash dump(Ingo after you get him a battery) or head straight to the nearest train station to wait for you(Emmet).

Once they’ve been reunited you take em to the repair area, find a few leftover parts and fix em up as much as you can. Ingo’s voicebox still has that unnatural, glitchy, autotuned baritone and Emmet still twitches(he twitched and sputtered a lot before the repair, a result of his fall) here there due to faulty wiring/coding that would require an engineer and coder to fix fully, not a child. That and the parts were a little outdated.

Oh man I'm eating good today!! Thank you so much for that plot idea. I'm having a lot of fun juggling that around in my brain!

Some of that I already sorta used in previous fnaf AU pieces.

Like crashing the train into the trash dump and befriending the twins again after finding them down there.

or

Using the train as a means of fast travel to make navigation easier but with a catch.

But you mentioned that the twins are neutral at first, but the first time you actually encounter them they'll attack? Will they be a mystery at first then? Like you only ever see a portion of them from the back? Freddy would probably insist they'd be such nice fellows, like he does with music man. I wonder what would move him to place a bomb in order to blow them up. Maybe the train crashing off tracks and the fragile pizza plex floor might even be enough to doom them.

I do love the idea of them just straight up punching Gregory to death upon sight as their jumpscare. Just unrestrained violence. And you know those guys have the Newtons to crush an adult skull! Suffocation might be even creepier I think. Just their manic eyes staring you down, hands around your throat at your vision goes dark. As if they were simply putting you to sleep.

[victoria-vd]

OFFSCREEN POST

The Calm

// tw: panic attack, injury, claustrophobia, physical abuse, discussions of missing children

To say that Victoria was on edge this afternoon would be the understatement of the millennium. 

The once comforting quiet of her dorm had fallen to a tense silence during the past week— as if the room itself held its breath for fear of being lashed out at by the girl that occupied it. The shadows cast by the flickering lanterns trembled in fear, and the curtains sat eerily still.

And yet despite the dim quiet of the room, it was all still too much for her. The air conditioning roared in her ears, the dancing shadows were visually overwhelming, and the soreness in her chest ached horribly. Lying in her bed did little to alleviate the pain from the bruises that littered her torso— putting pressure on her back only seemed to make her feel worse. But she hardly had the energy to sit or stand either, let alone walk and go about her school day as if nothing was wrong.

Just thinking about all the work that will have to be done to make up for her frequent absences…

The past week had been an absolute nightmare for Victoria both physically and mentally. 

She cast a glare at the Hatterene beside her bed. The mere sound of Barcelona’s breathing sent a wave of vexation through her. But she very well couldn’t tell her to simply stop breathing. Many would consider that rude. And her mother’s Hatterene was the last Pokémon she’d want to be rude towards.

The Pokémon in question spared a glance at the girl in the bed, flicking her tendril of hair from side to side like the tail of a cat. A warning. A silent command for Victoria to calm herself by any means necessary. Suppression of the self.

They both remember what happened the last time everything had been “too much”…

Victoria broke her gaze from Barcelona, turning away in the bed to face the wall. She squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt to block it all out. The lights. The sounds. The thoughts— both hers and everyone else’s.

Her powers were both a blessing and a curse. 

The young heiress felt a sudden warmth sneaking under her arm. She glanced down to find her Espurr forcing her way into her grasp, curling up beside her in the covers and nuzzling her head into her chest.

Esperanza. 

Victoria watched the little cat press itself against her. The Espurr had been a parting gift from the Wyrmwoods— dear family friends— shortly before she left for Naranja-Uva Academy that summer. They’d treated her like a second daughter.

A replacement for the daughter they’d lost: her best friend, Estelle Wyrmwood. 

… Has it really been seven years? 

The thought had sent Victoria into a spiral. She curled into herself, a lump tight in her throat. The time had flown by all too quickly and yet agonizingly slow all at once— she was acutely aware of the passage of time in her absence, and yet she was caught unawares by the realization of just how much time had passed. Soon, the years without Estelle will surpass the years with. 

(Across the room on the top shelf, the glass display case suddenly cracked.

Barcelona perked up at the sound, directing her attention to the girl beside her.)

But regardless of the presence or absence of Estelle in her life, her life has been defined by her only friend. 

…Well… that’s not exactly true, was it?

Wasn’t Esper also her friend? 

That question had plagued Victoria every day for the past month. What was Esper to her? The answer was complicated. She granted Esper luxuries that she’d bestowed to very few in her lifetime: her extended presence, a first name basis, the permission to use not just any nickname, but that nickname. There was a level of comfort she had with the girl that she found rare amongst individuals her age. She’d outright called Esper a friend of hers to the girls in the elevator. 

By all accounts, Esper fit the criteria of a friend. 

And yet Victoria hesitated to label her as such in her own mind. 

It felt like a betrayal to Estelle. 

Victoria turned her face into her pillow and choked out a quiet sob. Every heave of her chest sent a wave of pain through her torso. Her bruised ribs screamed at her to stop, but with just one moment of weakness, the entire dam had begun to crack under the weight of seven years of repressed emotions.

(The crack on the glass expanded, threatening to shatter at any moment. The flatscreen TV flickered to life for a moment before it too cracked under a sudden, invisible force.

No, not the screen. The whole TV.

The Hatterene whirled around to Victoria to place a handlike tendril on her shoulder, attempting to shake the girl out of the emotional spiral she’d put herself in.)

The young heiress hugged Esperanza to her chest, letting warm tears crawl down her cheeks. Esperanza; the subtle nod to Esper’s namesake had not gone unnoticed by her. Had she actually picked a name that fit her Pokémon? Or had she named the Wyrmwood Espurr after her in a poor attempt to fill a seven year long void?

Was she using Esper as a replacement for Estelle?

(The glass casing shattered into a million tiny shards that floated into the air. Loose objects scattered about the room levitated themselves from where they lie. A sudden pressure began to build within the dorm, like an invisible force was squeezing the outer edges of your skull, threatening to crush your brain matter between its palms.

Victoria was a ticking time bomb seconds away from exploding. 

Barcelona needed to act now.

She quickly snaked the tendril of hair around the girl’s torso and pulled her out of the bed—)

Victoria was suddenly ripped from the comfort of her bedsheets. Esperanza flew from her grip and was accidentally thrown to the floor. For a brief moment, panic surged throughout the girl’s entire body.

(The Hatterene pulled Victoria into the confines of her hair, encasing her in the cocoon of psychic-imbued strands that enshrouded her body.

When the risk of a psychic outburst was too great, the best solution was to suppress the psionic energy and block it from being expelled by the source.

To choke it out until it passes.)

NONONO. NOT AGAIN. NO SHE COULDN’T DO THIS AGAIN.

Victoria tried to thrash about and kick her legs wildly, but hair slithered up every limb to restrain her, leaving no gap for her psychic energy to escape. The bruises on her torso became increasingly apparent under the constriction of Barcelona’s hair. 

(The floating objects trembled in the air. The cracked TV crumpled into itself under the room’s pressure. The bathroom door flung open with enough force to knock it halfway off its hinges.)

Barcelona frowned at the state of the room. Hm. It seemed this outburst was particularly powerful. This could prove to be an issue…

Glancing to the nightstand where Victoria’s Pokeballs lie, she levitated them into the air and released the Pokémon from within.

Matador and Maria were quick to appear before her.

The Hatterene barked orders at the two Pokémon, directing them to assist in restricting Victoria’s psychic outburst to the confines of the room. They needed to act now before—)

A loud wail suddenly erupted from the other side of the room, briefly distracting the other three Pokémon to find the source of the noise.

Esperanza had started crying.

Which wasn’t a big deal.

The bigger issue was that this was enough of a distraction for Victoria to thrash her way out of her psychic prison.

And all Hell broke loose.

[morrigan-sims]

broken vows, broken horns

"Leave, and never come back. If you ever set foot in this city again, you're dead, you hear me?" He spits in Val's direction before turning away, muttering under his breath, "Traitorous little devil."

This is a little glimpse into Val's past, back when they were 17.

When I made Val's tattoos, one of the other players said that the snake motif reminded them of gang tattoos where the symbol of the gang is repeated across the body. That planted the seed for Val's backstory in my head. And even more perfectly, I had already decided weeks ago that the reason Val is never seen without their captain's hat is that their horns had been broken many years ago.

But why would breaking of horns matter? Oh, of course. It's an all-tiefling gang! And broken horns is a sign to anyone who knows the gang/criminal underworld that "this person is not to be trusted, do not let them join your crew".

So I ended up with a tiefling gang called the Horned Serpents, and decided to place them in the port city of Xen, where Val will be taking the party after rescuing Rook. This would explain why Val hadn't been there in years (15 to be precise), and thus allow the DM to surprise me with whatever is going on there.

Unbeknownst to me, Xen and the surrounding area has a... complicated history with the Hells, and already is wary of tieflings. So it makes perfect sense that the tieflings there would band together, especially if they were already ostracized. (Yay for accidental mind-reading!)

Val was basically raised by the Serpents, but they are too kind, too good a person to be complicit in gang violence for long. So when they were offered the chance, they became an informer, leading to the gang's dismantling and downfall. But some of the surviving/escaped members discovered Val's treachery and came after them, beating them and breaking off their horns. And, of course, delivering the warning to never return to Xen.

Val fled and never looked back. For 15 years they've sailed all around the continent, but never docked in Xen. But if returning there is what it takes to save the life of one of their passengers, they'll do it.

[total-drama-brainrot]

Hmmm what would happen if rice krisp Alejandro meet psycho!noah? Would he still try to hypnotize Noah? Fear?? Or would the two come together and be a train wreck waiting to happen?

Well, the whole point of p!Noah is for him to be pretty indiscernible from regular Noah towards the other contestants, so I Imagine rk!Alejandro would try the same song and dance just to be met with someone who's far too unstable to be hypnotised. After all, the whole concept of hypnosis stems from hypnos; the state of semi-unconsciousness that leaves a person susceptible to suggestions and/or the implantation of hypnotic triggers. For someone like p!Noah, who's eerily smart and extremely manic (underneath the façade of slothfulness), I doubt he'd be able to fall into the initial trance that snagged rk!Noah. And he'd have no reason to reveal that he's immune because he's fucking insane, so there'd be no story.

Though, if p!Noah had any idea just how messed up rk!Alejandro is in the head, they'd get on like a house on fire. Until rk!Alejandro inevitably tries to control/possess him in other ways; then p!Noah would probably bite one of his fingers off or something.

Though that's assuming p!Noah is and always has been The Noah of that universe. If rk! and p! have been swapped during the events of the fic? That's a different can of worms.

Because, from Alejandro's perspective, the person he's weaved a web of triggers and suggestions into in an effort to practically craft himself The Perfect Boyfriend Subordinate is suddenly bereft of his triggers? And the charged animosity between them is just gone? As if Noah's just forgotten what's transpired between them entirely. He'd be oddly offended.

So of course he confronts p!Noah about this, even going so far as to try his failsafe trigger to send (who he assumes is rk!)Noah into a full trance, and yet the nerd before him just strikes him with an unimpressed stare and a raised eyebrow.

...I'd continue, but I really don't want to spoil anything for the upcoming chapters of the RK fic. 😳

[d3vils-in-th3-d3tails]

//I'm jumping on this trend for funsies and I'm gonna explain the inspos and you all can't do a thing to stop me :]

1: THIS SPECIFIC PANEL OF CONSTANTINE AND SATAN HIMSELF MAKING OUT. It's lived in my brain rent-free for ages. It was a major inspiration for Astaroth's appearance but not much else besides that.

2: okay yeah it's Jschlatt. Hear me out here. The mutton chops came from somewhere and this bitch is the somewhere. Also the chaos this man inherently is. That also might've spawned from this fucker.

3: Billy Butcher from the Boys. Mostly in personality. Chaotic snarky assholes are my favorite breed of men.

4: Crowley from Supernatural. Once again, Smug, sarcastic, petty, cunt is always being served here, need I say more?

5: Sylas Brairwood from Critical Role. Just watch this man and tell me it's not the same energy.

6: The actual Astaroth from myth. I mean, the inspiration had to start somewhere. In lore, he's a demon of battle and engagements (the fighting kind, not marriage). He's also seen as an eater of souls, father of executioners, and as one of the incarnations of death. Literally, almost all of this is a core to Astaroth's character.

I'm gonna rant a little bit about his character here and more about how the og Astaroth inspired his character so you can just skip past this if you want.

Tldr: Astaroth is a war general esq figure in Hell. He consistently quells rebellion or any threats to the throne, i.e., he's an attack dog. (Demon of battle inspiration).

He's an incredibly loyal demon. Despite his own aspirations and yearning for power, he's still loyal to Lucifer first and foremost, which ends up making him insanely protective and defensive (yes, this is partially where his jealousy towards others being close to Lucy comes from). His loyalty leads to him occasionally taking matters into his own hands when it comes to people he deems threats, often times leaving those above him in the dark about his actions. (Execution, murder, what's the difference?)

He's fairly violent, but despite what people may think, he's not an idiot who only uses his fists to solve problems. He's actually quite intelligent (though he often plays dumb to get people to lower their guard around him). He has a keen mind for tactics and things of the like, leading him to be a dangerous foe in a fight (inspiration from being an incarnation of death).

Small tangentially related fact: Astaroth isn't that skilled with magic. Aside from a bit of fire and illusions, he's awful at it. Basically, he trained extra hard physically to meet others' skills. Tldr: Astaroth is far more competent in actual fighting compared to most of his peers. He's scary good. (Could he beat Lucifer in a fistfight? Idk, probably not lmao)

If you made it this far, thank you for reading this dumb rambling. This man is a brain worm in my head that refuses to leave <3

[daisydood]

so crazy michonne stabs a sword through a teenage boy that just got orphaned and no one talks about it after

[mewos-laptop]

Actually I rlly hate the fact that abelism against folks w NPD is so ingrained in the very words we use to describe folks we don't like, bc I honestly hardly ever feel safe correcting folks who use "narcissist" as an insult, bc half the time I know they're going to start spouting shit abt how having personality disorders means you're abusive

AND I DON'T EVEN HAVE NPD.

I cannot IMAGJNE how much more awful it is for folks who ACTUALLY EXPERIENCE NPD to try and correct folks on their harmful language.

It just makes me sad, and I hate feeling so scared and unsafe to correct others, bc I know that I'm more safe than folks w NPD to correct them w/our risk of being hurt for it.

[musical-dash-trash]

vent!!

i just need to put this out in the world :DD

i am so scared about school shootings. i’m mostly terrified that a) i could die and none of you would know and b) that i wouldn’t be able to tell my family that i love them one last time.

i am not allowed to go on my phone during an emergency situation (like a school shooting). i would anyway, in theory, because i absolutely refuse to die or possibly die without telling my family. i’m not good with breaking rules, though. i worry about what kinds of trouble i’d get in for endangering others.

i just hate the fact that there’s a chance that i could die without ever saying goodbye.

uhhh yeah!! that’s about it. sorry if this was a little sad!! i’m just a bit scared (this is like… a yearly/bimonthly thing. i worry about this a lot)

[realbeefman]

There is a wolf in front of House, and onstage, and next to him. They all have teeth, and he keeps his mouth shut because he doesn’t yet.

He’s in class, in that big lecture hall, but he’s also onstage, giving a presentation to students on how to treat a patient presenting with leg pain.

Hair shorn short. Military cut, like Dad. Wolfskin wrapped around his chest, legs spread, slouched down, hiding near the back, so he won’t call on himself. So he’ll blend in with the pack.

“Hey, House,” House calls to himself anyways, and meets his own blue eyes.

House onstage smiles. His teeth are razor sharp.

“It’s a basic truth of the human condition.”

House suppresses a bleat. Doesn't bare his teeth and doesn’t look away.

“What is it?”

Don’t reply.

“What’s the truth?”

He knows the answer.

“Come on you idiot, what is it?”

House in the audience won’t answer. Just sits there, pathetic, neutered, insolent girl. He watches (feels) his jaw work, smells the sweat, hears the blood rushing, the increasing thump, thump, thump.

“What is it?” he roars, stepping forward and the world drops beneath him. His leg gave out. He forgot his cane.

He looks up at the class and eyes stare back at him. All red. All hungry. He bares his own teeth. Wolves are supposed to protect their own.

“The truth is,” the wolf beside him says. House turns to where Wilson sits, chewing something. “That everybody lies.”

When Wilson smiles, his fangs are stained green.

[shadow-redferne]

im already tired of the 'man vs bear' debate. it went from actually meaningful discussion about sexual assault and how men need to do better to just purposefully ragebaiting incels and nothing of actual value. and that's not even getting into the fact that the discourse only focuses on survivors who are cis women, and less focus on trans survivors, enby survivors (and even male survivors for that matter). hell, transphobes have already started to invade the conversation. we need less rhetorical questions about abuse, and more actual uplifting of survivors and actual education about abuse (for all genders for that matter!)

the man vs bear topic has done nothing to help survivors, and i will die on this hill.

[meganechan05]

"I'll give you two choices, Rittan. Protect the people or save Morfonia. The clock is ticking."

Rita knew it was a trap. It was always their clone's plan ever since they first appeared. But they didn't care. Not as long as Morfonia was in danger.

They just hope the others could handle the horde and come soon.

Notes:

This came to me while I was trying to figure out how to adjust Rita's color palette while doing the Kura Kura Redraw and my immediate thought was realizing that Evil Rangers tend to go more for darker color palettes or wear black with their main color as an accent. I thought it was boring and thought about how freaking insane it would be if Evil Rangers were given inverted color palettes. (I do know that inverting photos makes the purple more greenish but I'm talking about the typical RBY color wheel and not RGB color wheel. Basically it means that HimeRita switches color palletes but Rita's outfit lines up more with Jeramie's outfit).

Evil Rita doesn't have heterochromia simply bc it was caused by Rita being given/taught the Ice Imprisonment Technique. I mean they could, but for the sake of Evil Rita being terrifyingly powerful as is, let's not add that to their arsenal.

And honestly I want the Evil Kings to be absolute menaces to the originals. Hit them where it hurts. Make them doubt themselves. Cripple them mentally.

I wanna see Evil Rita taunt the fck outta Rita during fights. Make them question their stance on Neutrality and if it's really worth enforcing. Question why they're willing to sacrifice their own wellbeing for others when no one ever reached a hand out to them all those years (until now).

Make. It. Hurt.