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Monty: So you wouldn’t kiss your clone for a million dollars?
Moon: First off, aroace. Second, I’m rich anyway. Third. *looks at his family, who are comprised of near-clones of each other* I absolutely would not, just look at my family. Take a good hard look and see if you want to ask that question again.
#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#sun and moon show#sams#montgomery gator#fnaf moon#incorrect sun and moon show quotes#incorrect sams quotes#incorrect fnaf quotes#incorrect quotes#source: my brain#tw inc*st mention
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Demeter
I drew Persephone awhile ago so I thought I would draw my interpretation of Demeter next. I based her off of a Longhorn cow since I kinda gave my interpretation of Persephone a deer/cow motif.
That being said time for my opinion of Demeter(Warning I have strong opinions):
I really don’t like how Demeter is often portrayed as the “overbearing abusive mother” in modern retellings of Greek Mythology. I’ve always seen her as a hard working goddess who cares a lot about most of her children. She straight up loses her daughter to Hades who kidnaps her (she doesn’t just walk in or willing goes with him Hades kidnaps Persephone) . However in her myth Demeter was able to beat a man and get her daughter back even if was only for half of the time. Yes, maybe the way she went about it can be seen as destructive but her myth is meant to explain how the seasons were created and how far a mother will go to get her daughter back safely. That’s why Demeter is one of my favorite goddesses she was willing to go lengths to get her daughter back from her kidnapper. Though often times in Modern Media she’s pushed aside as being “overbearing” in order to focus on Hades and Persephone relationship and make her out to be the villain. In my opinion I don’t see Hades and Persephone as some “UWU goth couple” I see a man who kidnapped his niece in order to marry her. I’ll share a lot more opinions on Hades when I get around to drawing him. I personally don’t view him as like the “Devil” but just because he was mostly chill in the myths still doesn’t make him a good person for what he did to Persephone in most tellings. Overall, Demeter is a mother who lost her child which can symbolize how often Mother’s lost their daughters to marriage or were ripped away in death back then.
I also want to add there are many telling of myths to do with Persephone and Demeter that existed before “Hymn to Demeter” and other tellings but I’m strictly referring to the myths that involve Persephone’s kidnapping. I’m also not saying you can’t like Hades x Persphone it’s just the more I learn about the actual myths the more I’ve come to dislike it especially when Demeter is being villainzed. I also don’t like it when people will deny important parts of the myth or think Hades and Persephone’s relationship was healthy when in my opinion it really wasn’t.
Again these are my opinions and just what I think from viewing the myths.
#greek mythology art#greek mythology#digital art#art#Demeter#persphone#hymn to demeter#greek myths#unpopular opinions#maybe?#digital artist#artist on tumblr#tw inc*st mention
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I'm gonna get a lot of hate for this but I disagree with the notion that if you don't have an incest kink then you're not allowed to call your partner "daddy" or whatever. "I like being called daddy in bed" "Oh so you're into incest???" like if you think about it for two seconds it sounds stupid. Being called a name and being into a whole kink are two different things, especially with how sexualized the name "daddy" has been in the past few years. You think all of those people are into incest too?
#honestly waiting for someone to submit this to fixing-bad-posts so they can edit it#go ahead#tw inc*st#tw inc*st mention
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If you support incest or anyone who likes that shit, get the FUCK away from me. You are a disgusting person.
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children can find any disturbing content online but then it is the parent’s fault for not making the internet safer for them. It’s literally part of internet safety
and when they do get influenced negatively by something, it isn’t the fiction’s fault. It tells a story, it’s not teaching morals. Thats why violent video games aren’t banned in general.
people grow up with morals. They’re not easily going to be influenced by something just because it exists. Unless there are other underlying issues that need to be addressed
and you know what’s your job? You should mute any tags you know will feature uncomfortable material and block people liberally. You can think of them whatever you want, but you can’t accuse total strangers of something they’re not and over fiction as well
curate YOUR internet/fandom experience. That’s not other people’s job, that’s YOURS
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read my tags. or most of my post
movies and video games have rating systems. you know what those are for right?
theyre broad disclaimers and tws created for entire groups of games to simplify the ability to safely consume shit
if you dont disclaimer and tw your work you’re no better than a movie producer putting a gore explosion scene in a pg-13 movie. the internet is generally assumed to be pg-13 and if your work is not that, you should make sure people know that. either on your blog or on every damn post that contains those problems
trigger warnings and disclaimers are modern forms of the tv/movie/video game rating system and are vital to keep people safe. You can’t pretend to be on the high ground and in the same breath expect people to completely avoid almost all media on the internet because it doesn’t have appropriate ratings/warnings/wtv.
how would you feel if you went into a movie expecting an experience that is generally safe for a 13 year old because it’s in a series that’s otherwise pg-13 and rated as such, and were greeted by extreme violence and loads of adult content? You’d be fucking uncomfortable. You might cry. You might have a panic attack or flashback.
Yes, we need to cater our own experience, but you can’t fucking do that if you’re not given the information necessary to know what will be in the content you’re consuming
also if your morality includes fucking your dad you’re fucking weird and should go to therapy
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are you fucking serious, did you fucking actually fucking send anon hate to people? starboy that is your fucking typing style.
for fucks sake. and i thought you all were cool.
My defense, they deserved it!!! ^^
I mean, seripsly!!!! B*y*nd fan!!!!!!!!! Cringe as fuck!!!!!!
Especially sincw Matt and Bing are ableists who think systems aren't real~!!!!!!!
And by the way - I've been TOLERSTING your whole thing about Balls's art. I'm sick of pretending that shit's okay. You're basically supportinjg someone who in the past has drawn fucked-up inc*st art of Rick and Morty. Even if only implied!!!!
Oh, by the way - you showed your firefox saved passwords list on a discord call a couple weeks back trying to sign in to things - so who says it was US sending the hate? On a technicality anyhow. ;)
-✨❀
#eddsworld fictive#tord fictive#sysblr#eddsworld tord#dear starboy#eddsworld#eddsworld dear starboy#fictive#starboy tord#dear starboy tord#tw#tw inc*st mention
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Kill Code: So let me see if I got this all right. I gained sentience when we were having a period. The Creator gave me, specifically, a virus that eats at my code so much it relayed to my body. I’m underweight, a mother of three, have a brother as my baby daddy, I shared a body with my grandchild. I’m mentally ill, physically ill, have chronic pain, chronic sickness, glitches, seizures, pass outs, and I was feral for weeks before you knocked me out of it?
Moon: Yeah, that sounds correct.
Kill Code: WHY DO I EXIST EVEN!?
Moon: I’m starting to think you’re spiting a god with your continued existence, actually.
#kill lunar au#kill code moon#fnaf moon#fnaf creator#incorrect kl au quote#incorrect quotes#source: my brain#maybe canon#maybe not#we’ll know when we get there#all i will say#is chapter 69.5 will exist#and a later half chapter as well#and we all know what half chapters mean riiiight#tw caps#tw inc*st mention#tw seizure mention#tw chronic pain mention
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A big big big part of this comes from too much porn. Y'all literally can't allow a man to be close with another man without demanding it to be gay.
Y'all (in general not specifically the Ineffable Fandom) did it with Voltron so much DreamWorks purposefully screwed up the last three seasons. Just non stop harassing the cast and crew on social media to DEMAND they make Keith/Lance or Keith/Shiro (which was fucking GROSS that's his second dad you weirdos probably think that in*est game is appropriate) or even Hunk and Lance was popular at one point. Y'all made them so uncomfortable they let DreamWorks ruin it and then stepped away from everything involving it. (WHICH I GET THEY'RE FICTIONAL AND NOT REAL LIKE DT AND MS I'M JUST PROVIDING EVIDENCE TO BACK MY CLAIM!)
Let men be friends without projecting a gay relationship on them. And fucking quit porn of all kinds while you're at it. For like a month. See what happens. It's literally ACTUALLY rotting your brain
Not gonna name and shame but I want it agreed amongst all of us in the Ineffable Fandom that we are NOT here to ship David Tennant and Michael Sheen or to make claims or speculate about their relationship. That is gross and not okay.
There is a huge important difference between shit like "Aaaahhh they were so flirty in this interview, my burning cheeks!" (good, fine) or "Crowley's Spy Turtleneck was hot, I wonder what MS said about it on set!" (also fine) and shit like "05/03/23, 1413GMT: This photo shows them with facial expressions that indicate they have a sexual relationship" (fucking yikes).
Tennant and Sheen have been lovely and giving to their audiences about their work together on Good Omens and Staged! and they are trusting us to remember that in addition to skillful and famous actors they are also actual human beings whose actual human lives are not texts for our entertainment. They have done so much work to bring us these pieces of art and like fuck are we going to repay these actual people with this zero-privacy celebrity culture bullshit.
We owe these dudes some basic gd respect, especially when they're off the clock, just as a matter of decency. Don't treat real people like things.
#good omens#good omens 2#good omens PSA#good omens fandom ethics#david tennant#michael sheen#ill keep saying it until people understand these people get paid to pretend to be whatever the fuck their boss wants them to be#tw inc*st#tw inc*st mention
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Memoryless Moon: He is flaming hot.
Eclipse, mortified: WHAT!?
Sun, sighing: Is it because he looks like a hot cheeto?
Memoryless Moon: No, he’s just flaming hot. Like handsome.
Sun, spraying him with water: Down boy. Down with your wonky hormones.
Memoryless Moon: *hissing as he hides from the water sprayer under a blanket and tries vainly to claw at the water being sprayed at him*
#five nights at freddy's#fnaf#sun and moon show#sams#fnaf moon#fnaf eclipse#fnaf sun#incorrect sun and moon show quotes#incorrect sams quotes#incorrect fnaf quotes#incorrect quotes#source: my brain#extra post#tw caps#tw inc*st mention
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trying to follow good homestuck blogs but a genuinely CONCERNING amount still unironically post str//derc//st
like c'mon stop DOING that 😭
#tw str*derc*st mention#tw inc*st mention#tw drama#tw fandom drama#tw fandom discourse#tw discourse#ryan's rants#tw homestuck#<- this last tag is mostly ironically#it's funy to tag hs as a trigger LMAO
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I'm sorry- wtf-
This is concerning like-
Really
REALLY
Concerning-
If any of my followers or moots follow/support ANY of this, Get off my blog and NEVER come back, Ew.
#therian#therianthropy#theriotype#alterhuman#therian pack#alterhumanity#canine therian#otherkin#therian community#nonhuman#im scared#ima bawl my eyes out#im disappointed#this is gross#im disgusted#tw zoophile mention#tw pedophila mention#tw inc*st#tw necrophillia#tw paraphilia
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Whoever supports this, or anything else like this, DNI!!!!😡😡😡
Reblog If you don’t Support Cupcest
#cuphead#mugman#cuphead and mugman#mugman and cuphead#tw cupc*st mention#tw inc*st mention#cupc*st DNI#proship DNI#not mine
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TW this is a rant about proship and comship! Tags will have more in-depth trigger warnings
Edit: OMG PROSHIPPERS STOP MAKING THIS POST ABOUT DEFENDING IF SHIPPING CHILD X ADULT OR INCEST IS OKAY OR NOT THE POST IS ABOUT THE LABLE I DONT WANT TO ARGUE WITH YALL ABOUT THAT ANYMORE.
This is my one post where all people on all sides of the proship debate can interact. Including proshippers. If that makes you uncomfortable then don’t interact. I hate echo chambers and I want to hear all sides.
Also sorry for cross tagging just want the opinions from all sides
Actual post:
I hate the terms proship, neutral ship, and antiship. They’re all extremes and I hate them. From what I understand the meanings are
Proship: support all ships no matter what even if they’re comships
Neutral ship: doesn’t have an opinion at all
Antiship: is anti any comship which is outrageous
If y’all don’t know comship just means complex ship or they enjoy more morally grey or imperfect ships. This can include things like human X different intelligent species (like aliens, furries, monsters) which most rational people don’t think is bad. But this can also mean kid X adult, family x family, or victim X abuser
I actually don’t identify as pro, neu, or anti because I think some comships are good and healthy. I think morally grey ships are important in media when done correctly. Especially since a lot of relationships are rocky and not always healthy and it’s good to show that in media. My own ocs personally aren’t in a perfectly healthy relationship because of their own issues. But this should be done respectfully and with care. Abuse shouldn’t be romanticized but people can be romantic outside of the abuse going on just like in real life relationships
But in a pedophilic fan fiction or art or an incest fanfic or art there is no such thing as a loving part of it. The relationship in itself is abuse because a minor being with a child is abuse and family members being together is abuse. It’s not healthy for anyone involved to romanticize relationships like that and frankly can effect reality no matter how you spin it because it’s representing something as normal to kids.
Right now a lot of neutrals, antis, and probably a lot of pro shippers are agreeing but that’s where my point really starts
The term “proship” and “anti ship” are too vague. If you say you’re proship you sound like you defend media where children are harmed. I understand the meaning is being proshipping and minding your business but that’s still what you look like and frankly that’s what the term does. If you’re pro everything then that means you’re pro the harmful stuff too
And the term “antiship” suggest that you’re anti shipping in general or anti any complex ship which is also unhealthy for us all because morally grey topics need brought up. Antis also are very very commonly okay with harassment when it comes to proshippers
And neutral ship is basically just saying you don’t have a opinion at all which is harmful because you’re suggesting you’re okay with the harm done on both sides. And I understand some people who are neutral ship agree with me and don’t just not care but I feel like majority is the former not the latter (based on what I’ve seen)
Also disclaimer if you’re neutral because of mental health or because you have better things to deal with that’s valid but identifying as neutral ship does put you in it and i instead suggest staying out of it entirely
So idk maybe we should make a term for the middle. I had a few ideas maybe something like middleship or intentship (intentship meaning enjoying or allowing all ships as long as the intentions are good and are not to romanticize trauma or abuse)
Idk everyone can share their opinions but if I see another proshipper say fiction doesn’t effect reality I’m gonna scream and if I see another anti shipper call all morally grey ships bad as if they done killed their grandma I’ll go insane
#wrathsbraincells#antiship#anti#anti proship#neutral ship#ship neutral#proship neutral#tw proship#tw pedophila mention#tw inc*st#tw abuse#tw child endangerment#tw caps
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KINKTOBER IV: DRUGGED starring: f!reader, megumi [25+], toji [mid 40s] synopsis: megumi is led down a dark path by his assassin father. his moral compass askew, lacking any real social experience, he's left to his own devices with a cute girl. thankfully, toji shows up in time to take control. warnings: murder, violence, spiking, drug use: narcotics + psychedelics. stripper!reader [who sometimes offers sex work]. virgin!megumi. restraints. choking. unprotected sex. incest [pussy sharing, dp, anal] guidance. non-con; reader starts to enjoy it [she is drugged] wc: 4.5k
⋆⁺/ don't like it? block it / do not interact i do not condone taking drugs. spiking is illegal. this is fiction
18+ EXPLICIT SEX | DARK CONTENT | HORROR THEMES
When Toji’s wife passed he managed to sell off his daughter to the notorious Zenin clan for a pretty penny, but decided to keep the ten shadows boy for himself.
Without his wife, daughter and clan, Toji’s life spiralled out of control and he took Megumi down with him.
Toji left everything behind, so did Megumi.
Toji became invisible, so did Megumi.
He corrupted him and dragged him into a cursed life of killing for money.
Leaving his boy in cheap, dusty hotels, Toji would go out to commit murder– it was as simple as grocery shopping for him, only returning home with his shirt all bloody and ripped. Young Megumi would eye his clothing curiously, his gaze wide and innocent, but would be too scared to utter a word. He knows his father has a terrible temper.
This routine continued until Megumi got older, into his late teens, when Toji thought it would be appropriate to start telling the young man about what he did. Then in his early twenties he started taking him along on his sinister missions, hunting. Lacking any formal education or training, he doubted his son would be of any use.
But Megumi had become intelligent and strong in his solitude, reading for entertainment and experimenting with his powers, his shikigami the only life forms to keep him company.
Despite his independence, having Toji as his only guiding light led the younger man to have a somewhat twisted view on reality, and as far as sound moral judgement goes, he simply does not possess it.
As an assassin, Toji likes a quick kill; clean and efficient, usually with a gun or a knife. He can get paid faster that way, delivering the body swiftly and avoiding any trouble.
But he’s noticed his son taking a liking to finishing his victims more personally.
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Another murderous evening had drawn to a close, their hands stained red once again, when he carelessly took his eyes off his son and their victim.
A young, powerful sorceress who’d seemingly pissed off the wrong crowd. Still, a surprisingly easy target for the assassin in training.
“Megumi, s’time to go,” the older man wipes his knife and cautiously looks along the alleyway.
His son is unresponsive.
Toji gets closer, squinting in the dark to find his hands wrapped around her neck.
She’s still alive, barely, but clinging on nonetheless, fading in and out of consciousness.
“What are you doing? Just– just fucking–”
“Wait”
The younger man’s stern voice halts Toji from slitting her throat.
And he watches his son squeeze the life out of the young woman.
His lips twitch when her eyes roll back. But still, his hand remains over her windpipe, feeling her pulse die when the last breaths escape her body.
“Megumi. We need to go.”
His son finally pulls away, and they become invisible once more.
Despite his grisly methods, not only did Megumi prove useful, but their missions also provided for some much needed father-son bonding time.
So, with his son reaching 25 years old, they got into this gruesome habit together, becoming partners.
Another habit Megumi picked up from the older man was his tendency to visit strip clubs after their kill. They were great places to hide, especially if you knew the owners well enough. And Toji knew each and every member of staff in this place; the managers, the bar staff, the girls.
And he knew a certain pretty little girl very well indeed.
Despite his many visits he never made any inappropriate advances, only paid to watch you dance. Maybe a lap dance every now and again if he was feeling particularly self gratuitous.
You share few words, but seem to have a mutual understanding of one another. You know that he loves watching you, and you’ve come to like his stern demeanour and surprisingly respectful attitude, enjoying his ability to scare off creepy customers. He’s kind of like your personal bodyguard at work. You feel lucky to have met him.
Unlike some of the halfwit scumbags that frequent the club, he’s a real man. From his assertive, deep tones, those muscles, perfect for manhandling little girls like you, and those sharp eyes, staring as if he wants your body as much as you want his.
But you have no idea what he does for work– he almost seems nocturnal.
Then you notice that he starts bringing someone else to the club.
His younger brother? His son? You can’t tell. But you know for certain that they’re related as soon as they step in together– their hair is styled differently, but is the same absolute black. The strobe lighting illuminates different colours in the younger man’s eyes, but they have the same glare. Their faces are a slightly different shape, but they have the same wicked smile.
How could there be two of him? One was already enough.
“Meet my son.”
Oh. He might be the same age as me. You think, studying his features– bags under his eyes, more height than muscle, cheeks slightly sunken.
His exchanges are awkward. He looks uncomfortable.
You offer him a dance, not knowing what else to do. You’re here to work, after all.
Toji pays for a private dance and you walk with his son to a booth, the older man giving him a wink and a devilish smile.
You draw the curtains and pause, looking at the way he’s fidgeting.
“Got a girlfriend?”
“No,” he replies tersely, narrowing his eyes.
You ask if he wants a lap dance, but he’s so hesitant that you just end up sitting next to him and chatting instead.
“So, do you enjoy working here?” he sounds less nervous now he’s gotten to know your name, at least.
“Yeah, nice customers for the most part, but the hours are pretty long.”
“Same with my job– the hours, I mean.”
“You don’t work with the public?”
“Sort of…” he trails off, dark eyes darting over your features.
You notice, despite your clothing revealing most of your body to him, that he’s focusing on your lips more than anything.
“You’re um,” he takes a long pause, dragging his gaze back to your eyes, “very pretty.”
How sweet. Your eyes widen slightly, a smile forming on your lips. You’re not used to sweet.
“Th-thank you.” you can’t help the stuttering– the way he’s looking at you with sudden intensity catches your tongue.
“Shall we–” you reach to open the curtain of the private booth, your arm caught in his strong grip, your body freezing.
“You– you can’t touch me–” does he not know that?
“Sorry” he retracts his hand, fiddling with his fingers.
“You change your mind or something?”
“No, I just wanted to… look at you, for a little longer,” you turn to face him again, “if that’s ok.”
So you nod and sit down.
He has a hungry look in his eyes now– he starts with your face, your eyes, in fact, making incredible, unwavering contact until you can’t take it, your pupils darting away to his amusement. Then he finds your mouth, and the way you’re chewing the inside of your cheek.
Then your neck, where he focuses intently on the slow thrum of your jugular. He licks his lips, making you squirm and wish he would’ve accepted the lap dance.
His gaze darts over the rest of your body and you watch the clock tick over to midnight, signalling fifteen minutes and the end of his private… whatever the fuck this was.
“Time’s up.” You stand and reach for the curtain, feeling his eyes remain over your figure as you step out and waltz back to the changing rooms.
You get off early tonight, having a final smoke with your colleagues when you see a text pop through from Toji. After exchanging numbers months ago, he barely contacts you, only asking where you are if you’re not at your regular shift.
[00:14] Toji
Come over?
You’re surprised he’s asking.
You’re tempted– after all, it is for Toji. You’ve been wanting him to reach out to you, thinking that he would’ve made his move much sooner. Every cell in your body is telling you not to do this, but you ignore the feeling, finding his hotel.
You enter the room– luckily for you, in a slightly nicer establishment than usual– still, one that is filled with the smell of alcohol and cannabis, the TV blaring on some late night gambling channel.
So they sit you down, welcoming you into their little games and bets, offering you hard liquor and joints till you’re tipsy.
After Toji’s multiple visits to your workplace, and seeing you at other clubs with your friends, he knows you’re into all kinds of drugs.
He caught you with white powder under your nose on one occasion, your pupils the size of the fucking moon another night, and with a blunt hanging out your mouth after work one evening.
He’s seen it all. He knows you’re a fiend. So… what’s the harm in pushing you a little further? Surely you can take it.
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Your eyelids are growing heavy, your body slumped on the floor against the coffee table while you stare at the TV in stupor. Their joints were just so packed it's nearly finished you off, and the last few drags tasted kinda funny.
“Can we tie her up now?”
You’re not sure if you heard that right, swivelling in the direction of the voice and blinking in disbelief.
You turn to find Toji with his legs spread wide, slouched back on the sofa where you left him, while the younger man stands holding some kind of cord in his hands.
Your eyes widen, your mind jolting awake when you see the way he pulls and grips it, stepping closer to you. Your body lags.
“Mm” Toji grunts, not taking his eyes off the TV.
Megumi takes this as permission to pull you up and drag you to the bedroom, your legs stumbling after your body, your mind succumbing to panic.
His hand tugs at your wrist, while you’re distracted by something strange in the edges of your vision. It’s subtle to start with, colours fading in where they weren’t before, shadows starting to move.
You try to ignore it, blaming the weed and flickering lights playing tricks on your mind.
You’re pulled from your daze when Megumi jerks your arms roughly, your vision readjusting to find yourself on the bed, your wrists forced to the frame in a tight knot of coarse, black rope.
“Mm– Megumi,” your voice comes out more slurred than you expected, confusion crossing your features, “w-what’re you doin’...”
“What does it look like?” He shoots back, his sharp tone making you recoil.
“I, I don’ know– jus’, w-where’s Toji?”
He watches your eyes dart about, enjoying your fearful expression.
You notice a sinister glint behind his indigo irises, his face looming closer and starting to cloud your vision.
You’re squirming now, pushing yourself up the bed, trying to distance yourself from him. But he keeps coming.
“Stay still…” he stops your motions with a single cool hand closing around your ankle, dark eyes trained on your throat again.
Time stops still when he leans in and places a single, chaste kiss over your neck.
He does it slowly. Gently. As if you’re the only one he’d kiss like this. His silent intensity makes you tremble.
He pulls away with a pleased hum, the feeling of your heartbeat making his lips tingle, his dark mess of hair illuminated with a dull halo.
He’s not too far gone. You could still go back.
“Y-you don’ have to do this,” you stumble, your voice cracking.
“I know,” he presses another kiss over your jaw, becoming ravenous now he can almost smell your fear, “but I want to…”
His voice disappears into the crook of your neck, where he starts sucking and tonguing.
He wants to taste you.
There’s a deep ache inside you now, gripping at your heart and filling your lungs, where it spreads to your throat– to where you can feel his mouth over you.
Nobody has ever kissed you like this before.
The way he sucks and bites is cruel, your body starting to flood with pain. If he does it any harder you’re sure he’s going to taste your blood. He’s going to puncture your neck and let it spill.
“M-megumi– please–” your whispered sobs only urge him on, till he’s dragging his canines over you and sinking them into the soft flesh.
His impassioned movements finally ebb as he switches to tending your marked skin with his tongue and lips, inhaling your scent deeply.
He sits up now, looking longingly into your tear stained eyes, his pupils drifting to where your lips are quivering with his name.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he lies, stroking your ankles gently.
Standing up, he watches you shake your head again, begging him not to go any further and that you’d anticipated being with Toji tonight, asking where he is again.
“He’s a little busy…” he cranes his neck to ensure his father is still transfixed by the TV.
“Plus, you should be grateful,” he tugs off his belt, “you get to take my virginity.”
Your eyes fly wide, your mouth dry and gulping for air stupidly.
Just the way he looks puts you on edge– and now you know he has no experience, you can’t begin to fathom what he’s going to do to you.
“Nn-no– thought, thought Toji w-w–”
His next movements are too swift for your idle, drug induced brain to comprehend.
He’s over you, your arms twisted uncomfortably above your head, his cock nudging at the sweet bud of your clit.
That’s the only ‘foreplay’ you’ll be treated to before he slots himself up against your tight, unprepped entrance, shoving your dress and panties aside.
“Toji!!!” you cry out for the older man, “Toji, god–” but your voice is interrupted, choked by his cock sinking into you, hard and deep.
The man before you has changed, his resting scowl paling in comparison to the now fierce arch of his eyebrows.
Why are you crying for his father when he has everything you need right here?
“Ah– haah—” you shake and squirm, struggling with his untamed, crude thrusting.
Your head flies back when he pushes deeper still, slowly working your raw pussy open to the shape of him, while he watches fresh tears trickling over your waterline and gathering beautifully in the corners of your wide, glassy eyes.
“Hm,” he lets a little laugh escape, enjoying your quiet sobbing and whimpering as he gets rougher and dirtier, grabbing and marking your skin.
Your arms start to jostle and tug in the bindings, your wrists aching from the pressure.
“Untie me…” you sniffle.
“Untie you? But I haven’t even got started yet…”
He wipes the tears from your cheeks with his thumb, trailing his hand down your face and stroking the marks on your neck.
“Might untie you after I hear you scream,” he gives you an experimental squeeze, then leans closer, bringing his face down next to yours.
The way he’s talking has you wondering if he really is a virgin, your thought quickly dispelled by his hedonistic thrusting.
You can hear his shaky breath in your ear now, your legs lifting instinctively when you feel him haphazardly pressing on your g-spot.
“Yeah, open up f’me,” he whispers, sucking on your earlobe, his free arm encircling your head to cage you in closer.
You can feel his hips start to jolt unevenly. He’s close.
“D-don– don’ cum inside,” you beg, your eyes getting bleary as he constricts your windpipe.
You feel him smirking over your skin, speeding up his ragged motions, squeezing.
Your pained breaths consume him, urging him to crush your throat with a look in his eyes that makes you believe he’s going to take your life.
His pale, beautiful face hovers above yours, eyes enrapt by every miniscule expression of terror that passes your features.
“S-s—”
Your voice is gone, you can only fight for breath now, your body succumbing to a helpless fit.
You struggle. Kicking. Hips bucking.
He drinks it all in, thrusting mercilessly now.
“You can’t do that to her.”
You hear a sudden deep, booming voice, hands pulled from your neck, air flooding your lungs as you sputter and cough.
Toji takes his son’s arms and bends them behind his back, restraining him instantly and pulling him off you; out of you.
He lets the sight sink in for a moment, words failing him.
Toji’s affected by the drugs and booze, but he can still get some kind of hold on this fucked up situation.
“Look. Just let me show you… what you’re supposed to do,” he drawls into the younger man’s ear before releasing him.
Sure, he needs to take responsibility. But he can’t let you go. Not yet.
You shake your head again, watching the younger man struggling with his achy, hard boner after being denied his first raw dogging orgasm.
His father readjusts you on the bed to his own liking, leaving you tied up and taking your thighs in his beefy hands. He dips his head low, lips skimming over your neglected clit.
“‘M feelin’ hungry…” he mutters, proceeding to swirl his tongue through your heat, where his son’s cock was digging moments ago, humming while parting your labia and licking sensually at your little jewel.
However done you are with this situation, overcome with lightheadedness from your choking, you’re glad to at least be sent reeling through a few much needed orgasms.
And now you’ve had a chance to breathe and relax a little, you’re becoming aware of a shift in your consciousness.
Your body is right here, in this moment, experiencing every fleeting detail in high definition. But your mind is somewhere else, overcome with a feeling of simultaneous presence and dissociation.
The older man sits up, patting the bed for his son to join him.
“You ok, doll?”
He watches you look around curiously, taking in the room that’s now bending and changing before you.
“Think the lsd’s kickin’ in…” he mutters, “just lay back, promise we’re not gunna hurt ya.”
“The-the what?” you stutter, your hands starting to tense and grip in the restraints.
“Look, there were a few drops of acid in that last wrap, jus’ relax, ok?”
Fuck. You knew you shouldn’t have come here.
You let it sink in, taking a deep breath so you don’t lose your cool. You cannot let your mind spiral on this drug.
“That’s it,” he encourages you, “good girl. Jus’ let go.”
You give up trying to fight it, obeying his gentle tones, working past the nausea to find your mind and body entering a different headspace.
Reality fades in and out, feeling their tongues on you, one after the other, switching and exchanging till you’re unaware of what’s happening to you.
You can only sense their touch, submitting your body to the chemical pleasure.
Your clothes are torn off now, soft, deep words being exchanged until you feel them shifting around.
You feel the unmistakable nudging of a hardened cock at your entrance once more. Only this time, it slips through your folds easily, your slick hole welcoming the long, hard member.
You blink slowly, your vision wobbling as your mind enters a trance in sync with their rhythm.
“Megumi?” no, “Toji?” you honestly can’t tell, your faculties slowly dulling as the powerful drug takes over.
You reach out your arms hoping to discern who’s inside you, only for their body to move away as another frame enters your view.
You feel his cock sink in, hips rolling and stimulating your senses till you’re creaming and moaning around his girth.
“T-tojii–” you’re sure it must be the older man. He feels strong, manhandling you and pushing you wider.
But he pulls away too soon.
You focus hard, seeing both of them now, one figure in front of the other, one man guiding, the other following.
“...like this… take her… deep…” you can only make out a few words, wide eyes distracted by the scar on his lips.
But the way Megumi’s cock slides in is completely different than before– the feral jackhammering transformed into long drags, smooth and hard.
They exchange words, Megumi’s movements getting greedier until you feel his body consuming yours in a display of lust and passion so strong you let out a scream of his name.
The sound of your voice, combined with the grip of your pussy that’s drenched with the slick of a fresh orgasm, rips a groan from his depths.
You hear him panting and moaning, his thrusts getting sloppy, until he’s drawn out of you again.
That was close. You think, realising his father pulled him away before he could spill inside you.
Things are getting blurry now. They’re both over you, on you, in you.
With the surreal visuals taking over, your mind enters another realm while they kiss and fuck and share your body.
Spiky black hair, blue and green eyes flashing, hard muscles and sadistic smiles are all you can see.
Their images burn into your retina, becoming a blurred mirage of nightmarish beauty.
A sight that you will never forget.
Now that Toji’s brought his son up to speed and you’re all wet, you honestly can’t tell who is who.
So you sink into it, enjoying the spiralling visions behind your closed eyelids while they draw waves of orgasmic pleasure from your body.
They bend and move you, pinning your legs back, pushing deeper, then onto your knees. You’re getting so absorbed in the trip now, the euphoric energy taking over, that you’re only partly aware that you’re being lifted.
You’re off the bed, you know that much.
You’re in a pair of strong arms. It’s Toji. You smile, your eyes clearing to see his roguishly handsome face before you.
“Hey pretty girl,” he places tender kisses over your lips, and you accept them with pleasure, “gunna try somethin’ fun now…”
You giggle, liking the sound of that very much.
He holds you, his massive cock melting into your core so deep he’s going to become a part of you, then slides his fingers over your ass.
You feel another body behind you. Megumi.
You turn, feeling his lips over you as well, murmuring sweet praise in your ear the whole while.
You feel him sliding over your ass now, through the wet juice of your pussy, pushing into the tight ring.
“Oh, oh my– fuck–” he edges in, his father thrusting slowly while urging him to be gentle.
“Haahhh–” you breathe out, your head falling back onto Megumi’s hard shoulder where he caresses your skin with his lips.
“That’s– that’s fucking good,” he hums in your ear, pushing himself all the way back while grabbing your ass.
They cradle you, thrusting in tandem, as you reach a new level of bliss.
Hearing them, feeling them takes you higher, until you can only sense their deep moans vibrating through you, the drag of their cocks.
Your thoughts turn slippery, losing focus on the world around you, wondering how you ended up here in the first place, realising that you don’t care.
Right now, you care about the man in front of you, tall and broad, scarred lip between his teeth with dark green eyes fixed on yours.
His ever sombre stare resides behind those fiery irises.
It captivates you.
Your body is convulsing with dopamine once more, slurred thank yous leaving your lips, and all you can concentrate on is counting the shades of green in his eyes.
Flecks of amber shimmer within the emerald, his lashes blinking slowly, eyebrows quirking.
“Watcha lookin’ at?”
“Mm, pretty,” is all you can muster at this time, earning a snort of laughter.
He mutters under his breath and starts taking you harder till you feel him pulling you off his son and pushing you down on the bed.
Your legs spread, wide and obedient, holding yourself by the knees while he takes your nipples between his lips, between his teeth.
“How many times s’that now?” he feels you clenching and bucking again.
You just giggle and sigh, stroking his obsidian strands in a dreamy state.
He hums with pleasure; you feel his nose dipping into your neck, where he places soft, gentle kisses, in contrast to his now animalistic pace.
Letting off hot grunts and moans, he finally spills his hot, wet cum.
He pulls away, his son entering your vision once more.
Angling your ass up, he guides himself in again, enjoying the way your tight muscle spasms around him, but takes him all nonetheless.
His hips get nasty, drawing whimpers from you until he nears his release, growling and sinking his teeth into your marked skin.
“Fuck– fuck–” you tug at his jet black spikes, encouraging him to take all he needs until you feel his hot load shoot deep into you.
“Ugh, oh princess– fuck me–” he sighs, strong muscles overcome with exhaustion as he watches your beautiful features relax once more.
You feel peaceful, watching the gentle rise and fall of his chest, the way his hair hangs over those dark eyes.
Your wavering vision absorbs his graceful figure in all his glory, your mouth opening before your brain catches up.
“Art” you poke at his hardened stomach, earning a slight smile, “artist.” You look up at his father now, appreciating the view as he stands before you.
You giggle, laying back and focusing on the ebb and flow of your breath, feeling your senses leave you, your eyes resting as you enter transcendental sleep.
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You wake to find your body bare, but clean.
There’s no longer white liquid oozing from you– just soft, warm sheets and the fresh smell of soap.
You climb out of the bed, stepping to the bathroom, eyes still half lidded and hazy.
You look in the mirror, finding kaleidoscopic visuals in the reflection, where the glass bends and trembles.
But you can see your face. Unscathed. Unharmed. You look down. It’s just a few bruises. You’re fine.
Despite their questionable methods, this has been a good trip… and you have to admit, a very good fuck.
So in your giddy state, you tiptoe out to the main room, watching their heads turn from the TV, grins emerging.
“Mornin’ honey,” Toji coos. It’s dark outside. You have no idea what time it is.
You step over to the sofa, sinking between the two men again, taking their lips and tongues while their hands roam and fondle your body.
You sit back, enjoying how they’re drawn to you magnetically, allowing their pleasure to fill your body once more while you ride out the most ethereal high of your life.
⋆⁺ [see you in hell]
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#kinktober#kinktober 2023#toji fushiguro#toji fushiguro smut#megumi fushiguro#megumi fushiguro smut#tw: murder#tw: violent death#tw: violence#tw: sex work#tw: inc*st#tw: drugs#tw: dubious consent#tw: dubcon#tw: noncon#tw: sex#tw: sex mention
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Mari, you know your eldest son doesn’t want this, right? Not like this, at least? You’ll still support him how he needs, right?
And, our version of you, Zenith, is pregnant right now. And so is our Eclipse. And our Sun has two whole babies right now. Plus Moon has the whole accelerated nanomachine pregnancy as well. And that baby our Eclipse and Bloodmoons are building him as a surprise Christmas gift. So, it’s not like you won’t have any babies to spoil after this.
If he doesn’t want it, I’ll be supportive, of course. He deserves that from me after putting him through what no father should put their child through. I’ll be a little sad that the baby is gone, but if it’s what he wants, then I’ll support him through whatever he chooses. It’s not my decision, this is his baby and his decision. It is nice to hear I’ll have babies to take care of when we’re free, though. -Marianas⚡️
#kill lunar au#fnaf marianas#fnaf pulsar#fnaf zenith#fnaf eclipse#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#fnaf harvest moon#marianas answers#tw pregnancy mention#tw inc*st mention
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I should probably add my opinion:
(Trigger warning for incest and pedophilia mentions)
I personally think OC x Canon is fine, UNLESS if it's the stuff I listed as illegal, this is because some people have lifelong trauma that's caused by pedophilia and incest, and the fact that some people use the 'It's fiction' excuse sometimes irks me. (Note: I myself am a victim of pedophilia and incest, I am not ready to go into full detail about it yet, but this is why proships make me extremely uncomfortable to the point I nearly have a breakdown).
If you're gonna ship that stuff, at LEAST put a trigger warning on your posts and a cut.
Note: I will talk about my personal experience when I am ready. Until then, please don't try to force me to answer about what happened, it's still very traumatic for me because I was approximately eight years old. All I'll say is that my step-grandfather at the time was involved.
Alright another poll because I'm curious-
*Illegal referring to minor x adult, child x parent, sibling x sibling, grandparent x grandchild, cousin x cousin, etc
Please be respectful, you don't have to be mean to voice your dislike on something
#cw pedophila mention#cw inc*st mention#tw pedophila mention#tw inc*st mention#crystalsandbubbletea#the-official-legacies-blog#the official legacies blog#canon x oc#oc x canon#fanfiction
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