#tw: brainwashing

[candiid-caniine]

break, ache, ruin

on the request of 🌺 anon, i've put together a trancey little edging/brainwashing session for you all <3 all language is gender- and body part-neutral.

cw: reading on may put you in trance. trance may not end until you have a ruined orgasm. effects may very well linger.

depending on your mind, you could be here awhile. reader beware :)

you wanna be a good little edgepet? you wanna rub your brains away and give your orgasms away to your betters?

yeah, i know you do, sweetheart. touch yourself real good while you read this, okay? i promise it'll make you the best little edgepet in the world.

you get a point every time you start over. you want points? of course you do, you're such a good pet, aren't you? but you lose a point every time you reach the end...hmm...is that a dilemma? don't think about it!

three rules:

when you hit the edge, scroll back to the top.

cumming is not permitted. you must ruin if you tip over.

linger on each word. visualize it in your mind before you move onto the next. you'll be tranced in no time.

when you hit the edge, start from the top.

that's what good pets do.

good pets train themselves. that's why you're here, isn't it, pet? you know your place.

you know you're meant to be drippy

drooly

empty

needy

say it with me. drippy. drooly. empty. needy.

touch yourself the way you like. you can always get closer.

when you hit the edge, start from the top.

good pet. every time you hit the edge, take a shorter break. keep those little fingers working.

this isn't over until you ruin.

every edge is an orgasm gifted to your betters. say it with me: my betters deserve my orgasms, not me.

you can stop anytime you want. but i know you don't want to. you wanna stay achy

shaky

throbby

whiny

don't you, pet? and drippy, drooly, empty, needy, as long as you possibly can.

this isn't over until you ruin.

say these words every time you read them: drippy, drooly, empty, needy.

good pet.

your betters will be so impressed by you, won't they?

you know you're brainwashing yourself. you know you're getting dumber. you're f a l l i n g further, f a l l i n g deeper, into denial. keep those little fingers working.

your betters deserve your orgasms. envision them flying away from you, flitter-flutter, making a lazy circle like your fingers, off to someone who's worthy of them.

get as close as you can to that edge. then get closer. dumber, further, deeper. when you hit the edge, start from the top. good pet.

this isn't over until you ruin.

you can stop anytime you want. and i know you want to cum. but you want to be good more.

what does it mean to be good? to be good, you have to be

drippy

drooly

empty

needy

achy

shaky

throbby

whiny

warm and wet between your legs. fuzzy and fizzy inside your head. warm wet sex, fuzzy fizzy mind. when you hit the edge, start from the top.

your betters deserve their orgasms. every time you imagine them flitter-fluttering away, you sink a little d e e p e r.

this isn't over until you ruin.

f a l l i n g so deep, aren't you? f a l l i n g so far. you know it's happening. you can stop whenever you want if you just stop touching. but good pets touch. good pets edge until they're

whiny

throbby

shaky

achy

needy

empty

drooly

drippy

repeat after me, one word at a time: good pets break their own brains. when i hit the edge, i start from the top. every time i edge, i take a shorter break.

this isn't over until you ruin.

you're so warm now, aren't you? so relaxed, so needy, empty, drooly, drippy, fluttering between your legs,

dripping

your

brains

out

of

your

head.

stay with me. when you hit the edge, start from the top.

say it with me: ruined pets get ruined orgasms. if i tip over, it should make me worse. i am good, and good pets ruin themselves. pets who ruin themselves ruin their orgasms.

this isn't over until you ruin.

good pets break their own brains. the more you read this, the more broken you get. the more broken you get, the more achy, shaky, throbby, whiny you get, the more good you get, and good pets break their own brains.

good pets make themselves easier to control. doesn't it feel good to give in? give up? no more decisions, nothing but the edge.

this isn't over until you ruin.

when you hit the edge, start from the top, take a shorter break, you get dumber and drippier, fuzzier, fizzier, you get broken, you get better. you give your orgasms away. flitter-flutter, there they go, sending you

even

deeper.

slow down now. s l o w. long, aching strokes. feel your body want. it's not a want, it's a need. every square inch of you needing to cum.

but you won't. you can't. you're too good, and good pets edge, break, drip, ache. you're too well-behaved to cum anymore, and it's all

your

own

fault.

speed up again. when you hit the edge, start from the top.

this isn't over until you ruin.

you don't want to get to the end; there is no end for you, is there? so good for letting go. so good for breaking yourself. nobody told you to; nobody has to. this is what you are.

say it aloud: this is what i am. broken, dripping, empty, aching, brainless, yearning, edged. my betters deserve my orgasms. when i give them away, i go deeper and deeper and dumber and drippier.

get as close as you can. then get closer. when you hit the edge, start from the top.

you're broken, you're ruined, you're good. i didn't make you this way. you were already broken by the time you started, weren't you? good pet. broken brain, broken nub, broken holes.

this isn't over until you ruin.

say it with me: ruined pets get ruined orgasms. if i tip over, it should make me worse. i am good, and good pets ruin themselves. pets who ruin themselves ruin their orgasms.

ruins make you drippy, drooly, empty, needy, achy, shaky, throbby, whiny. are you making noise? are you making those sweet, stupid little sounds? if not, you will start from the top and continue until you can't help crying out for the world to hear.

edges so close together now. if you've made it this far, you're not close enough. start from the top. you're too far gone, too far to stop; when you hit the edge, start from the top.

this isn't over until you ruin.

do you want to be good? of course you do.

but if you're here, at the end, you haven't quite earned praise yet, have you? if you were edged enough to be

throbby

whiny

empty

achy

needy

shaky

drooly

drippy

you wouldn't be here at the end.

but that's okay, pet. i'll break you yet.

edge ten times and start again.

[usetheeauthor]

Kinktober Day 3: Brainwashing/Reprograming

Pre-War!Ghoul-ish!Cooper Howard x Reader

Summary: Cooper sure loves you; his little vaultie wife. Too bad you have no clue that you’re actually not the only two people left in the world.

Warnings: 18+ , non con mind control, implied age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, dub con kissing

A/N: I imagine Cooper in this in between his ghoul form and human form and the ghoul form is slowly corrupting his mind.

You don’t remember what life was like before “the blank” or the period in which your vault had been attacked. But by the time you came to, everyone in your vault was long gone. Dead? Alive? You aren’t sure. Not a single corpse or evidence of their existence has been recovered. All you remember was a bright flash of light and suddenly you were alone in the arms of a man you hardly knew.

He says he’s your husband who’s been searching for you for years. He says he loves you. That he’ll protect you. And you surely do believe those things but…something about him just feels like he’s hiding something. But all he’s gotta do is say a couple magic words and suddenly you don’t care to question him. Maybe you just love him all that much that nothing he’s hiding matters.

It is much better when you aren’t questioning things anyway. He’s much more affectionate when you don’t resist.

“Little wifey,” Cooper calls out as he comes through the doorway of the little pod home you shared. You rush into his arms, beautiful blue and white sundress flowing behind you. “There ya are, sugar. Missed me?”

“Of course, I did.” You say, holding him tight. “I was so lonely. Every time you walk out that door, I worry you’ll never come back and that I’ll be alone again.”

“Not a chance,” He says kissing you on the forehead. “I’ve searched all this way for ya darlin’. Nothing can keep me away from you. It’s just you and me against the world.”

“What’d you get this time?” You beam.

“I got you this purdy little necklace you can wear.” He holds up the chain with a small ruby pendant on it.

The souvenir looks familiar and the moment you touch it, flooding memories of a woman in authority washes over. You clutch your head in pain.

“You alright, darlin’?” Cooper asks. He touches your forehead with the back of his hand, checking the temperature.

“W-where’d you get this?” You ask fearfully while cowering away. “Why does it look so familiar? Like it belonged to someone I—ow!”

You hold your head once again, squatting as you buckle under the weight of your rapid thoughts. Cooper snaps his fingers and you instantly tense, looking up at him as your mind suddenly goes empty.

“Evergreen,” He says and your body loosens. It’s that magic word. The one that makes you feel at ease and then everything goes back to normal. But little did he know there’s a resistance within you this time, one that fights for you to seek the truth in your situation. “I’ll be putting this necklace around you, sugar. You’ll behave, won’t you?”

You nod mindlessly.

“Good girl,” He coos. “Up on ya feet.”

You obey, waiting on his next command. He does a spin gesture with his pointer finger and you oblige, back facing him. He pushes your hair out of the way, draping the necklace around your throat then clasping it closed.

“When I count to three and yours eyes are on mine again,” Cooper begins, whispering in your ear. “You’ll be my sweet little wifey again. 3…2…1.”

He snaps again. You blink rapidly looking around the room in confusion then down at your necklace with a smile. You spin on your heels to face him. “It’s beautiful, Coop!”

You kiss him and he cradles your face so gently in his large hands. “I love you so much.”

“Love you too, sweet pea.” He smiles.

He’d been a little risky offering you something that could have easily reminded you of your overseer. That would have been two years of properly training you as his good girl down the drain, if he hadn’t thought quickly on his feet.

But he can tell you’re succumbing to his love slowly but surely . Soon there would be no remembering the past and no more questioning things. Just you and him as it should be.

You pull away from kissing his full lips, caressing a hand over the ghoulish half of his face. It looks as if it’s spreading more and more as the days go by. Cooper doesn’t show it much but he’s insecure about his fading human form and in the back of his mind he fears you’ll find him repulsive and leave. And sure he could just make you fall in love with just the snap of his fingers. But if there’s a chance you could love him naturally without all the extra steps, he’d be more than overjoyed.

His breath hitches when your lips delicately graze web-like textured skin, showering him in soft kisses.

“Could I go to the storage area for some cake? I’d like to have some before bed.” You say, fingers interlocked behind the back of his neck.

“Too much sugar ain’t enough for mine, I guess,” He chuckles. “Long as you come back to me, you can eat all the cake ya want.”

“Yes, my husband.” You say as the dutiful, doting wife you are. Satisfied with your answer, he releases you.

Once you’re out of his grasp, you quickly scurry out and try to locate your nearest exits. You’ve been planning this escape for a long time: training yourself to resist his words, drawing and mapping out the facility’s square footage whenever you could, and finally waiting for him to come home so you could sneak the key fob from his pockets.

There were just too many clues. The blood on his shirt despite not having any wounds and the items he gifted you from time to time; you two weren’t actually the only ones on earth and you needed to get away from this man or who knows what he plans to do to you.

You stumble upon a locked room somewhere down a dark corridor, darting your eyes around to ensure Cooper isn’t around. Breaking the handle with a nearby fire extinguisher, you enter what looks to be an office.

From the information you’ve gathered based on the scattered paperwork, you were one of the scientists of this specific vault. A vault specialized with retaining war information from former war veterans. You gasp once you stumble upon Cooper’s file and the missing pieces of your memory slowly assemble accordingly. Your vault has conducted inhumane experiments on him and the other veterans from injecting them with radiation to test the effects on them to brainwashing.

Things came to a head when Cooper Howard set out of a pressurized blast within the vault that knocked you out as you were the only one furthest away from the site while the remaining of your crew got completely vaporized. The vault opening allowed for the traumatized veterans to eventually escape though Cooper stayed behind.

“I-I was the monster,” You whisper to yourself, tears streaming from your eyes. “No…I am a monster.”

“You’re nothing of the sort, sweet pea.” Cooper says from behind you. “You couldn’t help what you’d done. You were only doing your job. I never wanted revenge when it came to you. I just wanted to show you real love.”

“Is that why you’ve been hiding this from me? You wanted to protect my feelings?” You cry into his arms.

“I can make it stop hurting, ya know. We can go back to being just you and me. Forget the world out there.” He whispers.

“I’d like that. Please make me forget.” You plead.

“Of course, darlin’. Anything for you.”

Cooper cups the back of your head, his biggest ring digging into your scalp as he plants a passionate kiss on your lips. He lowers you on your back against the desk behind you. You surrender happily, smiling into the kiss and feeling safe.

You’ll never again part from him and Cooper’s, oh so, glad that you finally understand this. Maybe he hadn’t told you the exact truth you were searching for but he’d set things up just nicely for you to feel as if it were that way. The room was staged. Everything was staged, in fact, and there were no such things as the veteran experiments. But you don’t need to know any of that. He wouldn’t even begin to tell you the crazy things he’d done just to have you. All you needed to know was that Cooper would do anything to ensure that you remain by his side.

And, well, if you didn’t stay beside him, luckily he’ll always have a way to track you down.

[kawareo]

Hi! Please write something with n.9 (in public) with Durgetash OR n.7 (to shut him up) with Ast and Gale (lol perfect combo and you know who to)

Thanks in advance

Post-canon 'Gortash wins' Durgetash au, sfw 312 words

It feels right, Enver reminds himself. He’s done what needed to be done, and he knows his partner will understand, one day.

Their lips feel so right against each other. The Bhaalspawn’s weight straddling his lap is... lighter than what he is used to, but that is okay, it’s just easier for Enver to manhandle him if needed – but it hasn’t been needed in a while. His lover has long since stopped fighting him.

“Again,” Enver sighs, softly, affectionately, his unyielding fist gently pulling Strike’s meticulously braided hair down to where he can kiss him again. It’s alright. It feels right.

“They’re staring,” Strike mutters, before Enver swallows another of his weak complaints. Silly, that he still cares about his friends watching – since Enver got the Brain under his absolute control, Strike’s so called friends haven’t cared much about what they see with their empty, obedient eyes.

Same eyes that stare at him when he looks up at the Bhaalspawn he once called an equal; void of everything but whatever Enver decides to put in them.

“Enver-“ The collar suits him just like Enver suits the throne on which they’re sitting in the moment, alone in a room full of slaves that would die if their lord as much as whispered an order. It feels right, the way it was supposed to be. Him and his Bhaalspawn, on top of the world.

Alone.

It feels right, Enver hopes.

“They stare because I let them,” he says eventually, mind open as always for Strike to reach out to him, whatever piece of him might be left in that fractured brain of his, and like always, Enver is left speaking to a ghost. “... Again,” he repeats.

Strike’s eyes empty even more, and he leans down, wraps his arms around his Master.

His kisses lack the bite they used to have. Enver pulls him closer.

[the-sxrens-sxng]

Let Our Despairing Concert Take You...

While you had been strolling through the park, you came across a concert being held. The stage was surrounded by a large crowd as two performers sang and danced in front of the people cheering for their performance. Both performers were two beautiful girls, very clearly twin sisters with subtle differences. Behind the girls, a screen with a spiral display plays in the background, further accentuating their hypnotic music.

Suddenly, people in the crowd start acting... funny. Several people begin driving knives into their throats, shooting themselves, or begin hitting their heads onto anything they could, be it poles, the ground, or even each other. And as all the men and women in the crowd found brutal ways of ending their lives, the children in the crowd react... differently. Their eyes begin to swirl along with the spiral screen, slowly and calmly climbing over corpses and carnage toward the sisters' stage, almost as though they'd been... brainwashed. Curiously, you seem to be the only one unaffected by this strange mind control.

What do you do?

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[giggly-squiggily]

Hello! A todoshindeku prompt if they’re still open: Hitoshi is the tickle monster of their relationship and his favourite thing is to suddenly lightly tickle his boyfriends, while casually waking by, just to make them squek and jump

Oo, Todoshindeku! I like these three very much akjrjaejrkekjarjk Also tickle monstrer Hitoshi is such a vibe lols. I've gotcha covered, anon! :D

CW: Shinsou's quirk (Brainwashing)

Cloud 9 (Taglist):

@myreygn @thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13 @backy-san @nutzgunray-lvt

“‘Scuse me, coming through.” Shinsou mumbled softly as he squeezed by Midoriya, his hand coming to his lower back. On any other day he’d give him a little pat as he moved along, maybe even a friendly rub.

Today, he was feeling a bit more mischievous.

“Good morning-Ehehe!” The green haired hero jumped with a giggle when fingers slid to his waist, pressing in. Scrunching some, he turned to grab his boyfriend's hand, but Shinsou was already sliding away, coffee mug in hand.

Shaking his head he returned to his own breakfast, already knowing how today was gonna go.

~~~

“Shoto, can you help me?” Shinsou called out, pointing up at the shelf before them. On it sat a stray book, tipped over and hovering over the edge. The shelf was fairly tall- how or why they’d put any books up there was beyond Todoroki. “I can’t reach it.”

“We’re the same height- how do you think I’d be able to reach it?” Todoroki raised a brow but went to the task anyway, stretching his arms high and standing on his tiptoes. His fingers just barely brushed it’s spine-

“AH!” He squeaked, hands shooting down when fingers suddenly prodded his armpits. Turning with a flustered look, Shinsou only blinked at him.

“Just steadying you, babe.” He shrugged. Todoroki raised a brow before going to grab it again-

“AH! AHeheheha!” He burst into giggles when the fingers against his armpits moved once more, more deliberate this time. “Lihhahahahhar! Yohoohoohu’re tiihihihihickling mehehhehehe!”

“What? How rude- I’m just trying to help you.” Shinsou tsked in mock offense, stopping his tickles once more. “The audacity to say I’d do that.”

“AHehe…hehehe…” Todoroki rolled his eyes as he stretched out once more, his hand flattening over the book. “Got i-EHEHHEEHEHE!” He flailed when his armpits were tickled a third time, crashing into Shinsou’s chest. The book went tumbling as they fell to the ground.

“Pfft-you good?” The purple haired hero asked, laughing as Todoroki slumped, suddenly very tired. “Thanks babe.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Todoroki’s forehead before scooting away.

It was only after he was gone Todoroki realized he left behind the book.

~~~

Midoriya was in a total state of bliss.

Headphones on and blasting in his ears, he danced around his room, broom in hand as he shook and shimmied, singing along to the upbeat songs. “Love is in the air, I just gotta figure out a window to break out-”

Shinsou was struggling not to laugh as he watched his boyfriend use his broom as a guitar, head banging as he howled out the words. It was so rare to see this side of him- he almost didn’t go through with his mischief.

“And I don’t care, I just gotta figure out a window to break out, buried alive inside my dreams but it was all a fake out, fake-AHH!”

Almost.

“What? Don’t stop- I want to hear the rest!” Shinsou laughed, fingers tapping over Midoriya’ ribs as his boyfriend squealed and kicked in front of him, giggling up a storm.”What great dance moves- ever thought of auditioning for the can-can competition?”

“AHehahahahhahaha! Hihihiihhitoshhiihihiihihi!” Midoriya doubled over in an attempt to escape, managing to wiggle away as he turned to glare at his boyfriend. “I was cleaning!”

“Is playing the broom guitar the newest method?” Shinsou grinned, softening Midoriya’s pout to a sheepish giggle.

“Yeah, it is actually. The dust bunnies get so hyped they bounce their way out of here.” He poked the end of his broom into Shinsou’s belly, making him jump and giggle. “Sorry, no encores. Unless you’re planning on sticking around. Have to pay a tickle fee!~”

Shinsou snorted before running off, leaving Midoriya giggling up a storm as he pulled his headphones back on, returning to his mental concert.

~~~

“Stupid- son of a-why are you freaking-” Todoroki huffed, struggling once more with his worst enemy.

“Need some help?” Shinsou asked not the first time.

“I got it- I just need to-FREAKING-” Todoroki took a shaky breath as he glared at the jar. Resisting the urge to slam it on the counter, he slumped, defeated. “I don’t even want Kimchi anymore.”

“Here, I’ve got an idea.” Shinsou walked up. Todoroki was beginning to offer the jar when his boyfriend got behind him, hands resting on top of his own. “Ready?”

“Are we pretending to be Ghost?” Todoroki snorted, raising a brow. “Don’t start singing- we might attract a real one.”

“Hush. Now, put your hands here…” Shinsou positioned them so they were once again going to open the jar. “Good. Now, try to open it.”

“Did that already.”

“Do it again. Trust me.”

Todoroki blinked before doing just that. Still no luck. “See, it’s freaking- AH!” He squeaked when his waist was grabbed and squeezed unexpectedly. The jar flew out of his hands, crashing to the ground and spilling Kimchi everywhere. “Shihihihihinsou, my kihiihihihmchi!”

“Whoops- my bad.” Shinsou blinked, still tickling. “Hey, you got the jar opened at least.”

“Yohoohohohou son of a-gehahahhahahahha, stahhahahahp thahahhahahhat!” Todoroki turned around, grabbing Shinsou’s hands. “Stahhahap! Ugh, you’re so anohohohying today!”

“You love it.” The brainwasher grinned. Todoroki sighed, unable to fight down a smile.

“I love you. Now- help me clean up.”

~~~

The day had been long and fun. Shinsou was lounging on the couch watching a movie when his boyfriends began to arrive. First Midoriya, a towel hanging off his fluffy wet hair as he curled up against Shinsou’s side. Next came Todoroki, yawning as he finished tugging on one of Shinsou’s hoodies. He took the spot on Shinsou’s other side, effectively squishing him in the middle.

For a good ten minutes, they laid there in comfy silence, watching the movie.

Then…

“Ah! Aheahahahhahaha, wahhahahahahit! Whahahhait!” Shinsou arched with a squawk of laughter when hands suddenly began massaging his ribs, tickling like no tomorrow. “Hohohohoohld on, stahahahahap thahahhahaht!”

“What, you really thought you were gonna get away with all the chaos you pulled today?” Midoriya teased, giggling softly when Shinsou let out a pig snort. “Keep tickling him there, Shoto- he makes funny noises!”

“Already on it.” Todoroki had moved his hands so one dug into his armpit while the other massaged his hip, effectively driving Shinsou up the wall. “What’s wrong- too ticklish, Hito?”

“AHehahahahahhahaha! Pftt- gheahahahahhaahahaa! PLehahahahahhahease, wahhahahhait! STAHAP!”

“Hm-” Midoriya began.

“Maybe-” Todoroki started.

And then the tickles suddenly came to a halt. Shinsou, catching his breath, blinked when he took in their blank stares. “Whoops.” He hadn’t meant to kick in his quirk. He was just about to release them when an idea came to mind. “Hey, lay back.”

They both did, backs against the couch cushions. Shinsou grinned before sliding his hands behind them both, fingers poised. “Release.”

A few blinks, Midoriya’s eyes wide while Todoroki seemed slightly dazed.

“Did you-”

“Cheater-”

Once again their words were cut off- this time due to loud bouts of laughter as Shinsou attacked their tickle spots, making them squirm and crackle against him. “HIIHIHIITOHOHOHOHOSHI!”

“This is nice.” The purple haired hero smiled, getting lost in their laughter.

He should do this more often.

Thanks for reading!

[nym-wibbly]

Love Lies Bleeding by Nym #15

She finds what she's looking for, the key to another door in his fragmenting consciousness, and digs in with a triumphant twist.

Castiel rewards her with screams.

[exotrauma-vents]

tw brainwashing, torture, humilliation, force-feeding, puking, sickness and implied abduction

was trying to remember my language and randomly realized the reason why everyone spoke to me in english in my post-funwar exomemories is that the partygoers brainwashed me into forgetting my own language so that i couldn’t tell people how they had tortured me and my friend was forced to learn english because that was the only language i barely remembered from them speakimg to me in it. i think im gonna cry

like thats genuinely so cruel. imagine spending weeks captured being brainwashed, humilliated, tortured in a million ways, and being forcefully fed only your comrades’s flesh which made you puke and get sick and when you try to tell your friends. you cant understand eachother. man 😐

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[strawberryvanillablast]

TW: Brainwashing, Memory Alterations

So, while it is established that Captain Laserhawk Rayman is NOT the same as Games Rayman, I feel like there could be darker elements at play if he was.

Games Rayman would not be doing anything that Eden wants him to do willingly. He'd fight tooth and nail to make sure that an oppressive structure, like Razorbeard, would be down for the count! However, if his memories and personality would be altered for Eden's benefit, it'd be another story.

Eden seems like the type of tyrannical despot to do something like that. They could alter his memories to think that his old home, the Glade, was Dimension X.

And if him, Bullfrog, and Dolph were to travel back to the Glade, then everything would unravel even moreso for Eden.

[onyourleftrogers]

@patrickoharaandco

Ellie had thought it was horrifying to be infected by the symbiote, to feel its influence slowly creeping over her mind and pushing out her personality. But it was nothing compared to Hydra's brainwashing. That was a white hot bolt of lightning in her brain, burning away every last trace of her, and it never. ever. stopped. After her parents' deaths, after Ian disappeared, she'd been completely alone. It had been a mistake to go looking for Bucky; she realized that almost immediately. But he was the only familiar thing left to her, the only connection she had to her parents.

She'd fought it for as long as she could, and she was a Rogers, half her dad's super soldier serum running through her veins. It was weeks, maybe months. She didn't have a lot of concept of time there. It was probably the only reason she survived. No matter how she screamed, no matter what names she called him (traitor--never mind that in this world, it was Ellie who was considered the traitor), nobody could fight that forever. Deep down, maybe she didn't want to. He was all she had left, and he'd made sure she was loyal to him. It was almost a relief to let go and give in after this latest round of brainwashing, her mind a comforting blank as she turned her gaze to Bucky. "Ready to comply," she murmured.

[grimmusings]

" Hey asshole! Catch! " Anya throws a bomb at Rumlow.

Answered here! 💣

[thorfromwork]

"HYDRA does not have time for interruptions. Go back where you came from, Asgardian"

@dhampiravidi

Thor didn't often concern himself with Midgardian villainy, not when so much of the universe required his help far more than they did, but when he'd learned that Hydra had taken one of his own, he'd made it his business to learn everything he could, working alongside SHIELD and occasionally other Avengers to take out their known bases one by one. He could almost consider it fun if not for what was at stake, and for the way they were a corruption on their own planet.

Hydra was careful with its weapons, and it had taken more time than he would have liked to draw her out. His own memories of Skadi on Asgard were few, as he'd only been a child at the time, but he would have recognized her regardless. "Gladly, if you'll join me, Lady Skadi. It is time for you to come home." His hand was held out to her, Mjolnir gripped at the ready in the other. He hardly expected it to be that simple, but he hoped to remind her of who she was and where she came from rather than the lies Hydra had been forcing on her.

[astertheabbs]

I made a thing after seeing a remix for GHOST’s first song.

Happy 10th anniversary GHOST!

[elysiumheartrp]

I did not even mention the Scientology cult in his bio LOL but there's (in my imagination, who knows if I'll ever actually make it) two distinct story arcs in the comic about two distinct entities, the Olympus Company and the Children Electric. These are, in turn, about two very specific people: Violetta Mae and Leon Hughes.

The Children Electric are a corporate religion whose wackadoodle space alien beliefs belie their incredible reach and influence. They brainwash people with literal scifi brainwashing machines, and that's not even completely a secret, but so many important people are in the cult that there's nothing anyone can do about it.

Truly I was going to stop with the Olympus arc but then I watched the Louis Theroux documentary My Scientology Movie (and Louis Theroux is a huge inspiration for Newt's character, Newt's entire interview style is basically taken from him) and I was like, this is crazy, I can't resist.

So Leon (the cult leader) is heavily inspired by real-life Scientology cult leader David Miscavige. I'm a little glad a random poorly-updated webcomic is always going to fly under the radar, because otherwise I'd be afraid of litigation lol. He was hand-chosen by the founder of the cult himself and has a wife who hasn't been seen in public in 13 years. He finds out about Newt sniffing around his cult and to humor him with an interview. Which turned into more interviews, because Leon actually found he enjoyed Newt's company and he treated them all like a social date. Until eventually Newt found out a little bit too much and Leon had to consign him to one of the cult brainwashing hospitals.

Leon still visited him, though! Sure he was cut off from his wife and the outside world, kept drugged up and confused and confined. But no hard feelings, Newt. It would be worse if he and Leon weren't such good friends.

Eventually he breaks out (Violetta and Camille have to work together, Violetta has a bit of a weird redemption arc, it's a whole thing, I haven't figured out all the details yet) and Leon is killed but. This story is also pretty famous.

[silvcrignis]

“I’m nOT an ElDRItCh abomiNATIon in The ShapE of A noRmAl kid! DON OT LISTEN TO THE CREATOR!!! THey knOW noTHING!!! THEY HAVE NOT SEEN THE SLITHERING! HEARD THE HISSINGSSSS! I HAVE! LeT me guIDE yoU!”

[strykingback]

AND THE RESULTS ARE IN!!!!

The Roleplay Event, that will be kicking off the Fall will be.....Oh fuck....

"Now Now... Don't be shy. Read it. "

Alright.... the Roleplay Event that has won with the most votes.... is Salem making all of the good muses into antagonists....basically brainwashing them.....

A drabble will be written up tonight kicking off the event.... and then a starter call later tomorrow.

"Ohoho..... now this just puts a smile on my face......"

[nym-wibbly]

Love Lies Bleeding by Nym #6

Today, she chooses a memory, scrolling through his recollections until she finds one in which Dean is prominent. The rest of the human world fades to a grey background around Dean Winchester's shape and soul.

"This," Naomi says slowly, as though she can't decide which question to ask or cannot fathom the emotion she unravels from the frozen moment. She frowns.

Castiel takes advantage of the slight hesitation to stretch out his fingers and drag them back inward. He curls his fingertips against the cold metal, rooting himself in the moment while his faults play out on the white walls.

Dean, animated in a moment of laughing camaraderie—a bright explosion of human warmth against which Castiel's spirit flutters like a tattered moth.

"Tell me about this," Naomi requests, too curious. Too aware of her own ignorance and the dignity of her position. "This emotion?"

Castiel tries to shake his head, but he's pinned, strap firm across his forehead and a crown of stubby needles driven into his brain.

"You had to be there." Outside a brothel, in a dark alleyway stinking of urine and refuse, his very being lit up with pure delight at another's easy laughter. Naomi couldn't possibly understand friendship or companionship. Castiel pities her while she punishes him for knowing about both.