#tw guilt tripping

[illustrious-ia]

# “ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐠𝐮𝐩 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐮𝐩 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐮. But Unfortunately, One Cannot Live Without You. ”

⤷ 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: you were leaving Penacony in favor for a short-lived journey. how would Sunday react?

⤷ 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: yan! Sunday x gender neutral reader, yan-themed but leaned on angst side, paranoia, overthinking, mention of vomiting, unhealthy attachment, mention of guilt trip, written by non-fluent english speaker, intentional lowercase. let me know of i missed something~

⤷ 𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 896

𝐘𝐀𝐍! 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 who was heartbroken when you told him about your wish to travel across the sea of the universe…

𝐘𝐀𝐍! 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 who can only maintain his stiff smile and continue to listen to your thoughts and fantasies about your future journey. all of that while trying to steady his now fragile facade, underneath that phony mask his mind goes haywire— was Penacony's dream wasn't as sweet as you wanted? was the environment getting too boring for you? 𝘸𝘩𝘺 would 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦?

𝐘𝐀𝐍! 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 who was perplexed. he had observed numerous people who refuse to wake up to face reality once again outside of Penacony's sweet dream… why would you want to leave… he doesn't understand…

𝐘𝐀𝐍! 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 who tried to guilt you by vaguely muttering how utterly lonely he will be when the day comes for you to roam the vast galaxies. oh also, as much as he hates to use such a pathetic face, he will definitely weaponize that 'kicked sad puppy' face whenever you bring up your traveling plan to him. only in private though, not a chance you will get a glimpse of him doing such thing in the bare eyes of the public.

𝐘𝐀𝐍! 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘 who at this point is deathly attached to you. his heart aches every time you politely decline his invitation to just stroll around Penacony and spend time together as lovers should do. but instead, you opted to leave him behind to cry all alone in his office while you're off to somewhere. if this simple reckless and ignorant act of yours can hurt him this deeply, one wonders - how much damage can your absence do to this fragile dove?

but alas, even in a dream, time stops for no one.

the day of your departure has finally arrived. yet after so much persuasion and pleading from Sunday, your will is still as strong as the Architect's flawed stone.

you and him, on the reality side of the hotel lobby, chatting up a storm. sorrow and despair were visible in Sunday's eyes… too bad, you're too busy yapping nonsenses to notice.

‘𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭.’ his heart weeps.

anxiety crept into Sunday's neck as your ship made its entrance to pick you up. His posture was somewhat rigid, as if frozen in place… similar to how one would react to terrible, terrible news.

you bid your goodbyes to Sunday, promising to bring back souvenirs when you finally returned to his side. you spoke more words than necessary, but those sentences fell silent in your beloved's ears. hm? what's that? oh, it seems his stress has reached its peak.

nausea is building up, the little dove felt like throwing up.

the desperation, the unwillingness to let go, and the anxiety are building up in the back of his throat, threatening to slip out if there is ever a blunder from Sunday's side, but for the sake of his, the family's, and your image, he kept those unprofessional emotions bottled up somewhere inside his aching heart.

the little dove's throat weeps silently with every step you took, distancing the two of you; he attempted to call out your name several times, but not even a whisper left his quivering lips. only when you're about to set foot in your vehicle does his throat finally allow him to voice his desperation.

“ 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵! 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘗𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘺? 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦? ”

“ 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴. 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.”

his composure is faltering, as are the tears are threatening to crawl out of his eyes. he wanted to say more, but alas, he cannot go any further without making a commotion. oh, such a sight to witness the usually calm and collected man to be this... 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘺.

although you were sick with Sunday's bribery attempts, you had already acknowledged that any slightest aggressive approach on your part you would wounds him greatly. so, with the usual calm tone, adorning face with a gentlest smile you could offer, you turned your head to where Sunday was standing. Then, with a thoughtful expression, you offered your final answer:

“𝘺𝘦𝘴, Dear. 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 stands 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘪'𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦.

𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? ”

head hung low, thus words fell silent on the poor dove's mug. taking his silence as a form of understanding, you weave your second au revoir and move forward toward your long-awaited journey.

...your ship left his sight, leaving only bitter tacit behind.

times crawled noticeably slower— excruciatingly slower. it seems as if many great Amber eras have passed for your beloved. in reality, it has only been weeks since your departure.

texts, calls, and occasional letters were sent to you to ease the little dove's stress, but all of that are no compares to your warm presence. without you, the room grows uncomfortably colder. without you, the silence is ravaging his sanity. without you, he is hollow. 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦?

what should a moon do after losing its sun? where should it search for the lost eternal light which was the sole reason why it had the strength to shine all alone in the never-ending night?

Taglist: @viinlz <3

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[queenie-the-court-jester]

If there will be a part two for yandere online friend, once I found out im pregnant, I will cause a miscarriage on purpose and blame him for the lying, the cheating, the drugs, EVERYTHING. Tormenting him for his betrayal, because it’s not fair that he messed around with another girl while I was there for him when his own family wasn’t.

(I know i was aware high school love wasn’t gonna last but i love being petty and holding on grudges brings me joy.) 🥰💅

you're more fucked up than me dawg 😭 but at the same time it's understandable?? In a way?? But then again that isn't any better than the yandere... This will be the first, and last darkfic I will ever write

Tw: self abortion, guilt tripping, toxic relationship, mentioned non-con, this whole fic is a warning in itself, self harming, suicide. readers be warned,dead dove do not eat

🥀no no NO! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS!? WHY WOULD YOU RUIN EVERYTHING HE WAS SO CLOSE TO ACCOMPLISHING?? you were supposed to love the baby.. all in all, he goes into hysteria when he sees you on the floor of the bathroom. Blood all over the tiles and toilet

💔calling 911 and breaking down, sobbing uncontrollably as they load you onto the stretcher and go to the hospital. When you wake up, he expected you to call the police or scream for help. But you just.. stared at him? No emotion..

🥀you stayed in the hospital for a week, he stuck to your side like glue. The nurses always commented on how much of a loyal boyfriend you had, but they were met with silence. It unnerved them a bit but they just brushed it off as you processing the miscarriage

💔when Damien took you back to his house, he boarded up the windows and doors. Adding multiple locks all while looking like he was hyperventilating. Images of you bleeding flashing through his head. the doctors said it was a miracle they even managed to save you

🥀he froze when he finally heard you speak for what felt like the first time in weeks.

"this is all your fault. You did this to me."

"d-darling please! Let's not go there.."

"you're a worthless pathetic bastard. I hate you."

💔he slowly goes back into his old destructive habits, cutting his arms and smashing solid objects against his thigh or legs. Making himself feel the pain you must've felt, always crawling back to you. Bloody and bruised, begging to be forgiven

🥀he starts making up stories. Saying the girl pushed herself onto him, or he wasn't thinking straight when it happened. He'd be so unstable you could even manage to get him to off himself if you pushed him farther, taking his money and leaving his bloody corpse in the shitty house he called a home. Did he seriously expect to raise a family here? Pfft, what a weirdo..

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

oh, and did i mention attempted murder?

as you can tell, i'm gonna be using this meme format a lot

[yan-lorkai]

Hi Lorkai! Hope you’re doing well!

I love me some (Yandere) Hellsing Alucard headcanons!

If you can, could we get some HCs about Alucard having a female human ‘s/o’ that has Black Blood similar to Chrona from ‘Soul Eater’? A ability she’s had since birth and wasn’t the result of experimentation?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: Heya, darling! I'm well and I do hope you are too! I watched soul eater when I was younger though I didn't finish it and I can't remember why since it was pretty good. But I remember Chrona and I loved them. Hope u like it! (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Alucard has see it all beyond these years, but this... What is this? A monster? A curse? A symbiont? Mmm, you were born with it you say? Interesting. Aside from that, he is curious about your little "ability". How does it work? Do your parents also have this ability or is just you? Do you and your peculiar partner can read each other mind? Do you and it share your power or it has it all? He has many questions and he's going to suck you dry for the answers.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Despite your power, you struggles with feelings of insecurity and isolation due to your unusual abilities - you're shy and don't know how to communicate right though you still try even when Ragnarok is teasing you so mercilessly. So Alucard becomes your anchor, he is so gentle and affectionate towards you, providing you with everything you may need as he help you embrace and control your black blood. He sees your ability as something to be cherished and protected, rather than feared or reviled. Also as something that eased his worries as you can defend yourself in case he isn't near to protect you.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Though he is fiercely protective of you, knowing that your ability can make you a target for those who seek revenge on him. He keep one eye open and is constantly vigilant against any threats that may come your way. For all he knew Millennium might want to experiment on you or use you as hostage to get to him. This Alucard limits your contact with the exterior world. He already give you so much, such nice things, his love and affection, do you really need anything else?

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ His love is a possessive one, all consuming. Even Ragnarok he views as something of his. They like to bicker all the time and it's not uncommon for them to team up and tease the hell out of way. Or, not that you realize, but use your insecurities against to make you depend on them alone.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ For Alucard, you're the definition of beauty. A doll he molded to his taste and liking, free from fear and doubts for as long as he's around. Truly what a couple you two make. An ancient vampire and a human with an unusual ability. So different but so alike, your connection a complex web of love, desire, and manipulation.

[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)

[starysky1289]

hello!! i love your recent captain!vanessa x rookie!reader fic omg im on my knees for captain!vanessa omg <3 i was wondering if toxic!sorority!vanessa would ever receive pleasure from reader instead of giving it? if yes, could you do a fic about it? 👀 anyways hope you take care of yourself and keep urself safe!! <33

A/N: I have more Captain!vanessa on the way!!! It’s just in the oven rn. Also sorry if this one is a bit short, I’m getting back into the swing of writing fics. Hope it’s good for yall tho!!

Toxic!Sorority!Vanessa X Reader. Selfish.

TW: Toxic relationship, Guilt Tripping.

You lay on the bed with Vanessa, she sit besides you, braiding your hair, ranting about her day.

“ AND THEN Lily, fucking little slut. Practically BEGGED me for some coke on fucking campus!! Like in front of people! I know every one knows but Jesus! I can’t get arrested right now! “

You chuckled, scrolling through your phone as you listened. Sometimes all she needed was to let off a little steam. And you sat pretty and let her.

“ I’m still so fucking pissed. It’s been a day yn. “

“ I’m sure it has. “

“…that’s it? “

You glanced up, tilting your head slightly. She glared down at you, shaking her head.

“ your not going to make me feel better? “

“ oh uh- I’m sorry nessy…can I help anyways…?? “

“ your awful at comforting people ya know. “

“ you just usually…don’t care. “

She groaned, laying back in bad. You rolled over and shimmied up to her, wrapping arm across her.

“ well now I want comfort. Why are you acting like this is such a big deal yn! “

“ I-it’s not a big deal a-at all!! W-what do you want me to do Vanessa…? “

She hummed, thinking to herself. You knew she knew exactly what she wanted, but she wouldn’t tell you easily. She was tricky like that, you had to figure out how to crack her.

“ want me too…talk about my day? “

“ and take MY spotlight?? Selfish whore..”

“ n-no your right! Uhm…I can cook you something…? “

Vanessa let out another ‘ Hmph ‘ and rolled over face down in her pillows. You sighed, playing with her hair. You knew what she wanted, but you also knew she was going to be mean about it. But you’d rather her be mean than upset at you.

“ do you wanna…fuck me..? “

“…hm…no…I want you to fuck me~ “

“ what??? “

You sat up in shock, your eyes wide in confusion. She snickered and sat up besides you pulling you into her.

“ well..i just realized that you’ve never done it! And it feels like you’re being selfish…like you don’t love me…”

“ b-but I do love you Nessa! “

“ then prove it…and fuck me just as good as I do you~ “

You fiddled with your thumbs, you’d never even dreamed of fucking her before! She was always on top of you, and you ever dare say a word she’d drop you.

“ cmon, I’ll take these off, you know where the strap is, and you know what to for for foreplay~ “

You gulped, getting up and heading towards her vanity, stripping off your clothes and pulling out the pink strap. You examined the features, before slipping it on, tightening it around your hips and waist. Turning back, your heart nearly stopped when you saw her. Vanessa was just taking off her bra, laying nude on her bed; her skin almost glowed, her soft muscles rippling ontop of the woolen blankets.

“ cmon…get me ready yn~ “

You nodded, getting back on the bed and keeping your head between her legs, looking up at her before letting your tongue swim through her gentle folds. You immediately felt her legs crush between your head, keeping you in place.

“ that’s it…keep going yn..make me all nice and wet~ “

You nodded, or did the best nod you could trapped between two legs. You started a steady pace of laps through and around her folds, holding her waist to keep her somewhat under control.

“ cmon, i can fuck myself better with a table edge than you are, I thought you said you loved me! “

“ I domph! “

“ then prove it! Get up, roll me over, and fuck me. “

Vanessa growled, pulling your head up with your hair and throwing you to your knees. You quickly grabbed her waist and rolled her over. Her grasped her hips, aligning yourself with her hole, and slowly pushing yourself in.

“ fuck..I am small..I can’t believe I get you sobbing with this thing…”

You didn’t respond, only thrusting in, and slowly pulling out. You went red in the face, as your started your thrust pattern, in and out, just like Vanessa would.

“ come on. Harder! Is this anyways to fuck someone?? “

“ I-I’m trying Nessa! “

“ not hard enough. You said you loved me, show me you love me then!

This time you thrusted in harder, getting a groan out of her. You had lost the pattern, now just trying to get in as deep as possible. Sweat began to bead down your forehead as you continued, throwing her legs over your shoulders to hold you up.

“ I used to ride toys better than this, I could pay any girl in this fucking house to fuck me better. You want me to? Leave you here and sleep with a better girl? “

“ n-no vanessa!!! I l-love you!! “

“ say it like you mean it. “

“ I-i love you Vanessa!! “

“ again. “

You were panting now, struggling to keep going. The strap was hitting your puffy clit, making you whine as you got ever so closer to your orgasim.

“ I love you Vanessa!! “

You slammed in deeper a few times, before finally finishing with one last thrust, colpasing onto her as you heard her whine.

“ I-I’m sorry…I-I’m so sorry I tried not t-to cum before you, I-i “

“ I came…don’t..tell anyone I did this…I-i don’t..ever cum this easy..”

Vanessa muttered, as you smiled softly, burrying your head in her neck.

“ get up. I’m going in the shower, are you coming? “

“ o-oh, yeah! “

“ good. I’ll take care of you in there~ “

You flushed, quickly sitting off Vanessa and slowly pulling out, tossing the strap to the side. Vanessa got up, stumbling her first few steps, before grabbing her robe that hung from her chair.

“ I’ll get it going…hurry up before I decide to start…”

“ alright…I love you Vanessa! I-I hope you had a good time…”

“….dont get ahead of yourself…”

You sighed as she left, grabbing your robe from her closet and getting ready to follow her out. She was just embarrassed, you told yourself, who wouldn’t be! But, despite everything, you followed her out of the room and into the shower, giving yourself to her again. Just like you always did to make her happy.

[anti-gruvia-blog]

She had no right to fucking be there when he's grieving! Sorry don't fucking cut it Juvia!

Let the poor guy grieve in fucking piece without having to be fucking followed by some damn ass creep!!

Juvia got the audacity to blush after the bullshit she put him through!? Wait she killed the necromancer that was controlling his dead FATHER!!!?

Naaah, Gruvia is a awful ass ship, and doesn't really deserve to exist

THIS WAS ONE OF THE WORST SCENES EVER, Gruvia stans think this is some epic romance scene but it's just gaslighting.

[sunlitmcgee]

oh yeh sure blog with randomly assorted rbs about shit that's vaguely popular rn and whose pinned post has been up for 19 hours yeah lemme do that lemme rb something that totally is not a scam upon my morally anxious self and my various followers who are mostly minors or people w/o money to spare on a cat that's Totally Real and Yours mhm :) do not send me this shit and then follow me, I will block you as soon as I check your blog for scammer red flags.

Random tumblr blogs are not your friends. Don't use this buddy buddy "hey girrrl" tone on me. Unless you are a blog I've followed for a while or a mutual I know personally, I am not gonna rb stuff that asks for money because 9/10 i Know it's just a scam set up to guilt trip vulnerable people on the hashtag mental illness webbed site.

reminder not to auto rb stuff if you get a weird ask asking for it. be smart. check for the signs that it's a scam and block to save yourself the trouble!

[nonbinary-wyvern]

if my parents guilt trip me one more fucking time I'm gonna end it all

"now you know how i feel" how about you go fucking die

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

Augusnippets Day 25

Path of Hurt Prompt; "Intimate Whumper"/"Sadistic Whumper" Part 2

Day 25 of @augusnippets August 2024 Whump writing challenge! (Augusnippets Masterlist)

Characters;

- POV/Whumpee; Lancelot - The Weeping Monk

- Whumper; OC "Mistress"/The Sorceress

(Characters; Whumpees)

(Characters; Whumpers)

(Ao3 Link)

Wordcount; 498

TWs; intimate whumper, non con, implied rape, mind control, gaslighting/guilt tripping/manipulation.

Direct Continuation of Day 16

"Look at me, My Lancelot..."

Lancelot turned, slowly.

Immediately he jerked his head away at the sight of his Mistress, completely naked, pale skin bathed silver where she stood in the pool of moonlight gleaming through the bars of his window, raven hair glimmering as it flowed across her shoulders. The sight burned itself into his memory, a forbidden desire searing behind his eyes.

"I said look at me."

Lancelot rose his eyes to her face and studiously kept them there.

"All of me. I want you to look at my body."

Lancelot swallowed. Her words were coy, seductive even, but there was an edge beneath he couldn't place and he felt the oddest sense that he was failing her somehow. He did exactly as she asked, methodically sweeping his gaze over her form without even truly seeing what he looked at, settling back on her face again.

"Do I not please you?" She asked, sharply.

Ah. He had offended her.

"You are very pleasing, my Lady." He replied, carefully. Stoically.

"And yet, you do not want me."

She very pointedly looked down, then.

"I..." Lancelot swallowed again. His heart hammered in his chest, understanding beginning to dawn on him, a harsh recognition of what she wanted.

"Do you not... desire me?"

"My only desire is your command." Lancelot replied, inhaling sharply as she reached her hand forwards, touching him on the inner thigh, her knuckles brushing against his soft manhood- which threatened to harden at the very idea of her touch there. He felt nauseated, an uncomfortable prickling sensation clawed across his back.

"If I commanded you to want me...?"

Lancelot's lips parted as she took hold of him. That change to her scent he'd noticed before suddenly made sense. It was her arousal he could smell.

These were more than mere questions, more than a mere game.

She was testing him.

"I will do what you ask of me." Lancelot managed to say, suppressing a shudder when she stroked her hand up and down his length, half ashamed as his body began to react to her, yet it was everything he could do to obey her, was that not his purpose?

"Good..." she whispered, kissing along his jaw now, stepping so close in front of him that she pressed his hardening length against the soft skin of her hip with every movement of her hand. His mind howled against the bars in his head, but what they spoke of he couldn't know, why terror gripped his heart the same way she gripped him, why he still had that powerful urge to run, flee, hide...

Yet obedient as he was, he held still, closed his eyes to her touch, allowed arousal to smoulder within him like the candle had his skin just moments ago.

"You'll be good for me, won't you, Lancelot..." she sighed into his ear, hands on his shoulders shoving him backwards.

He wanted to say no.

He yielded to her touch.

Anything for her...

Lancelot and the Sorceress;

Day 1- Brainwashing

Day 16- Sadistic/Intimate Whumper Part 1

So close to the end now, genuinely can't believe I've managed 25 days so far! Very nearly failed a few days but I'm proud of myself for doing this much \m/

Day 28- Mind Control/Betrayal Part 1

Day 31- Betrayal Part 2 - Breaking the Conditioning/Forgiveness

Lancelot and the Sorceress will be back in another one or two of the prompts, but this scene won't be directly continued for the Augusnippets. At least for now I will be leaving the rest to the imagination, but do let me know if you'd like me to continue this prompt!

Thanks for reading as always, onto the next!

[centi-pedve]

where's that one post thats like "im sorry for carving out a small space to feel joy"

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

here's the thing: catra never knew adora as well as she thought she did.

like sure, she knew what adora's insecurities and fears were (and used them against adora, as all abusers do). but catra had a very warped image of adora in her mind. in her perspective, adora was this egotistic and selfish person who had a hero complex and enjoyed being the center of attention.

adora never wanted to be a hero. she never asked for it. she wanted to help people, of course, because she wasn't selfish and sadistic like catra. but she never enjoyed being put under so much pressure.

and catra never realizes this.

even in that iconic “what do you want, adora?” scene that everyone keeps praising, what does catra say afterward? adora tells her that she has to sacrifice herself to save etheria, and catra says this:

she acts like its adora's choice.

she acts like adora wants to die for the sake of everyone else, as if adora is doing this for fame and fanfare. she was the one who contributed to adora's lack of self-worth and her tendency to put herself last, and catra now acts like adora had a choice.

catra never knew adora, she only knew the warped version of adora that she herself had created. catra never understood the real adora. and she never tried to.

[unhelpful-suggestions]

This is an unfriendly reminder that I only love any of you for your asks

[autumnteawithfriends]

shes gulitripping 😕

She’s such a pathetic loser and for what, all because she can’t accept that Twitter doesn’t want her ass

[tied-to-blood]

“My ex has ruined love for me to a certain degree that sometimes I just hate it. No one can love me the same and I both extremely upset but also very euphoric about that fact. I love my current boyfriend dearly, but it’s not the same. Which is both saddening and makes me happier at the same time. At least Enkai doesn’t gaslight me into thinking I’m the abusive one by using my faults and shit mental health to guilt trip me into thinking I’m the problem. At least I can see my problems and start to work on them. T***** can go fuck himself.”

[anti-gruvia-blog]

No matter what people think, though, the facts remain the same: Juvia is a textbook abuser, and Gray is her victim.