#tw: invasive thoughts

[bippusmymippus]

I’ll never forget the night I finished the episode of Malevolent where the worms happen to Oscars arm. I finished the episode, I was like, mildly disturbed like when you find a moldy container at the back of the fridge. No biggy, just “hm, gross”. I went outside for a smoke, I was barefoot and about to head to bed. No reason to put on shoes for my patio and my slippers were in the wash.

It had just rained, so the wet feeling of the patio wasn’t surprising. I’m standing there, doing my thing, when I felt squirming under my bare feet. I hadn’t bothered to turn on the outside light, so I scrambled to get the flashlight on my phone out and when I shone the light down at the bricks under my feet it was like a bucket of cold water. There, under my feet, were worms. Hundreds of worms, shining wetly under the light. They were just everywhere, about an inch long and squirming along the bricks. Absolutely heinous. There was not a square foot of the area not covered in tiny worms. Probably the worst thing that has ever happened to me, especially after a horror podcast episode containing worm horror.

So I guess the moral of this story is don’t smoke kids.

[a-j-s-the-only]

I want to go home

but I have no home

[panimoonchild]

I find myself in pieces

Yeah, I'm alive. Just after I saw what Russia had done with my classmates from Donetsk, I picked myself by pieces. Tomorrow I will write posts about it. And a special important one of my old friend in Donetsk who was caught in Russian captivity in 2020💔 Just his pro-russian "friend" in Netherlands when Bogdan is in captivity. Pieces that I glued crushed yesterday again. Now I have totally different conclusion about teens who Russia zombifies. When kids is target, that's clear they're victims. But when you 14-15 come on. And in your twenties you don't give a damn that your friend is in danger. Fuck it. I hate you with all my might. You're just disgusting creature.

And these days Russia receives a new portion of weapons from Iran. I hate this world. Fuck Russia. Fuck Iran. Fuck China. Fuck Belarusia (yeah, not Belarus because it's not a sovereign state with Lukashenko).

The world is fucked up.

[caramello-koalas-for-feminism]

Alrighty motherfuckers I feel like shit and am mad asf so you're getting a rant about Invasion Day (full disclosure, I write this as a Caucasian second-gen Australian. I am not of Aboriginal descent and do not speak for them. I only aim to give my own opinion on January 26th celebrations.)

It's just so unnecessary and outdated to be celebrating the day that foreigners came into another country, claimed it as their own and just started blatantly killing Indigenous populations to the point of near eradication. Now that we can see the bigger picture, have access to information and can recognise how fucked that was and how it continues to affect Indigenous people and Australian society today, why are we still celebrating it?? What, precisely, is there to celebrate, when specifically on that day?

'It's to celebrate the Australian culture and the diverse landscape' okay. That's great! Change the damn date. Out of sheer respect because WHY. Why would it then continue to be on January 26th? Change it to May 8th or the day we lost the emu war or literally any other time. Make it clear that's the meaning. Let it be a day for the reminders of our past and hope for the future. Not 'yay let's all drink beer some guy came, stole land and killed anyone that didn't look like him because some other guy told him to'

I may be slightly misremembering statistics but something like 1 in 2 Australians are from another country or have a parent from another country. Australia is no longer 'White Australia' and is instead a big potluck soup of cultures and languages and people, and that diversity is what makes our country beautiful.

But the unmistakeable ignorance of so much of the population continues to amaze me. Why are we not listening to the Indigneous people and what they have to say? Why are we not learning to right our ancestors' wrongs? And ffs why did so many people vote no in the referendum?

Anyway in conclusion I hate 'Australia Day' celebrations, wish my family didn't force me to participate (if I speak up u will get shut down and discredited), and Captain Cook can suck my dick

(If anyone wants to talk about this, my ask box is wide open, I love hearing opinions and having healthy conversations)

[arin-sur]

The bio class I'm taking is going over integumentary structures (things like skin), and the instructor used her scars from saving her guinea pig from a rose bush as an example

OBSESSED with the fact that she took pictures of sebastian while he was still inside the rose bush

[itsblubun]

(TW: trauma/ptsd)

When the family thinks of Leo, they all unanimously think the same things: loud, dramatic, unfunny, annoying. Overall very loud personality traits.

But then Leo, post-invasion, has healed enough to hang out with his family, and...he isn't loud. He isn't joking around, he isn't even talking. He's just in his chair, drowned out by all the noise his family makes for him.

His head is louder than his mouth.

And his head screams at him about his mistakes, about the Kraang, about the prison dimension, about the future where everyone died, about the fact he could've lost his brothers in this timeline. And he stays quiet.

His thoughts speak louder than words.

And, maybe he isn't beat up and suffering from a cracked shell at the moment, but his mental wounds are still painful.

So, like in the Prison Dimension, he's silent.

[kai-the-creature]

Tw: intrusive thoughts, sh, cannibalism, violence in general

God, I hate having intrusive thoughts.

I can just be going about my day, look at my scar from when a cat attacked me, and suddenly get vivid flashbacks to when it happened and kinda even feel the same pain and nausea from the shock. Whenever I look at a tack or a knife, I get an urge to run it across my arms, and my whole body seems to radiate a need for it. I haven’t sh in a long time, but the need for it still occurs sometimes. I’ll look at a curbside or wall and suddenly feel the urge to ram myself against it and smash my whole body until it’s bloody and crooked and unrecognizable. I’ll see a car pass by and have swirling throughs wondering what would happen if I ran in front of it; what the feeling of being hit by a truck would feel like. Sometimes when I’m eating meat or watching videos talking about cannibalism, I get a strong feeling of wanting to try human flesh. I know it sounds absolutely depraved, but I’ve always wanted to know what eating human meat tastes like. What the texture is; what the flavour is; what the best parts are and how you should prepare it.

I hate having these thoughts, but I can’t seem to stop them at times. I wish I could stop it, but my brain is too overactive and thinks of things I shouldn’t ever think of.

[carnivorousyandeere]

Genuinely don’t know how to phrase this, but the erosion of boundaries here on tumblr is very concerning. The shit my friends get in their inboxes… like, you do realize we’re all still people behind these screens and pen names, right? 😭

[last-of-the-jaded]

I remember reading the Gone Series back when I was a preteen and there being a paragraph about the hypnosis powered character forcing someone to shred their skin and pull out and chew on their veins all while making them think they were licorice candy…. And honestly who the fuck would even think of that. It haunts me to this day.

[xxdreamscapes]

diary 042125 | 7:43 pm

on location sharing;

I’ve noticed how obsessive people can get with it.

The monitoring, the questions, the control. It’s an abuser's favorite tool.

I only share location with family or friends I understand to the core of their character, or just trust enough in general.

I see how y'all track your besties, boyfriends, girlfriends, kids, etc. — it’s unhealthy. Pointing out to people about where they're at or just being beyond nosey. Showing up is unhinged and even worse. I also see all the strange mind games people play hiding and unhiding their locations too. I think that some people get off on having that control, and knowing where everyone is at all times. In this kind of dynamic, I've noticed how personal people take it when you decide to remove or revoke access to your location.

I've both seen and experienced how the monitoring, constant surveilling of friends impacts people's mental wellbeing. Sometimes to the point where they feel the need to turn off and on their location, set it to a different device, or shut down their phone all together. We shouldn't be scared to adjust our relationship dynamics with people. What was supposed to be a tool for safety became big brother.

Don't get me started on the people who use it as excuse to never have to keep in touch with people, similar to social media.

I'd like to write more about this at some point.

[horanghaepower]

[akireu-13]

me when the antidepressants make me more depressed bc im too tired to get up to take my testosterone so my period is gonna start and make me more depressed or clean my piercings which are now infected or do my laundry so i have no clean underwear or shower for weeks but its ok bc medication 👍

[dumbcoconut5318008]

im doing it all wrong aren't i? i can't trust the ppl around me. they could all be lying. they don't actually like me they're too nice to shoo me away. i just don't know anymore I feel like every move is the wrong one and theres no fixing it. my friends will abandon me eventually sometimes I wonder what the point of making them even is

I'm tired

i wanna feel loved without having to question the intent without having to question the legitimacy

i just

idk anymore

im tired

[this-is-just-for-ghost-content]

Hi this might be a disastrously rude question but like what if I started going to churches and reviewing them like restaurants?

[whatever-local-cryptid]

Morbid Thought # 1 of ?

(TW: Thoughts of harm)

Sometimes I like to think about dissections, of people. Not just any people, but me.

Like- I wouldn’t cut open myself just to see EXACTLY where my kidney is, or if I could skin my hand to see all the tendons and ligaments, ooor- (just kidding I’m done.)

But I still think about it.

[casuallyanidiot]

Yantober Day 1

Love at First Sight [Yandere Forest God x Gn.Reader]

Using @ozzgin's Yantober prompt list!

Tipjar :)

Tw! Dead dove do not Eat! MDNI, NSFW Noncon, oral sex (recieving), Yandere, Implied kidnapping

You go into a newly acquired piece of land to survey it for your job when things start to become strange...

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There was something wrong with these woods.

You were used to seeing some kind of anomaly in your field studies. Maybe the deer or rabbit population was too high, or you would find that an invasive species was beating out a more native one. It was never crazy though outside of the normal, exhausting sludge that was conservationist work. You were sent out by the local government to different wildlife reserves, or areas that were undeveloped to do some basic surveying and then come back and give them updates.

This forest wasn’t any different, initially. It was a newer addition to your city’s ownership, sold to them by a smaller, dying rural town. There were talks of what to do with the land, but first you had to be sent down to make sure they wouldn’t violate any regulations or kill off an endangered species. Not that they really cared. After all, your job was to get professionally ignored.

So you went in, camping gear and your truck in tow, and you began to explore.

Again, it was normal at first.

It was an average area. Normal flora and fauna. In fact, it was kinda impressive how well the area seemed to be doing. There was hardly any trash, no signs of destruction, no weird occurrences. It made you feel kinda happy. You went about your days just noting stuff down, humming happily all the while.

It was fine until the staring started. It began with a squirrel or two. They would just sit there, unmoving, unblinking, always just in the corner of your vision. Odd, sure, but maybe they were trying to see if they could get some of your food you always carried with you? Days passed and it escalated to a couple of birds added in, perched on branches and hidden by thick leaves. Then some bunnies, not even eating or twitching their little noses.

You thought you were going crazy, but nothing could prepare you for when the bigger animals started doing the same damn thing. The deer were one thing, already unsettling and strange, but having a bear watch you, still as a stagnate pond, was terrifying. You weren’t sure what to make of it. The only time the oddly behaving creatures would move were when either you’d get too close (in which they’d back off) or when you explored the forest (in which they’d follow after you in some sort of procession). 

You noted it all down of course. You assumed that it might be an illness, or perhaps they were used to humans? But they didn’t look unwell, and from what you understood, this place was rather isolated, so there was no reason for them to approach you this often. You felt a sense of growing unease with each passing day, with each filled page in your field journal. This was getting too weird. The thing of note was obviously the staring, but you figured that it was definitely not in your area of expertise.

That’s why, after weeks of camping and surveying the woods, you decided to get the fuck out of there. 

You packed up your campsite with little fanfare, hundreds of tiny gazes trained on your back. You glanced around as you loaded up a final few things into your truck, and you had only just realized then how many of them there were. The fauna crowded around the clearing you had settled in like a bated audience, and you shuddered. If you weren’t getting paid so much to stake it out here, then you probably would’ve hightailed it much faster.

“Okay… got my keys…” You mumbled and shuffled through your pockets quickly to make sure you weren’t leaving anything behind. “Should be good to go now.”

“Go where?”

You spun around, nearly jumping out of your skin in shock. Behind you stood a man, imposingly tall with a stony expression and dark skin. You pressed your hand to your now rapidly beating chest as he towered over you with a tilted head.

“Where are you going?” He repeated, and he prompted out a hand that was seemingly carved out of a deep bark to beckon your words out. You were shocked. His hair was seemingly made of vines connecting him to the earthen ground and shifting in unnatural ways.

“Uhhhh, back home?” Was all you could say in a slightly unsure voice. Seriously, you were at a loss for words. You had never seen such a person, and through your stuttering mind, you were able to guess that whatever was wrong with this place was probably his doing.

The man’s eyebrows (which looked as if they had been carved into his face) furrowed slightly. He placed a hand on his chin in contemplation, his dark hollow eyes and pure emerald pupils narrowing slightly.

“But,” he started, and it felt like his words rung over a hundred times in your head, shaking and lumbering through every node of your soft brain tissue. “But I thought you had come to live here,” He mumbled and reached forward to touch your arm. You flinched back on instinct, and his lips pressed into a thin line.

“Flower…” The man chided softly. His seeking fingers were more insistent this time, and you could not move back quickly enough before he was snatching you up and drawing you close. You cried out softly as you fell against his chest. He wrapped his arms around you and sighed, shivering in contentment. You cringed at the feeling of shifting, wriggling grass and vines.

“Flower, surely you must know that you cannot go,” He sighed while he ran his hands over your scalp. You blinked. Flower… why was he calling you this? You pushed him back slightly, just to look him in the face.

“I’m sorry but, who are you?” You asked. It wasn’t just a name thing, but rather to say ‘who do you think you are?’. He hummed in response, and you can see him taking in every little thing about you. Suddenly, he laughed.

“Don’t you think it’s cruel, my flower? You ask my name but I know naught of yours,” He said with affection blooming between every roll of his tongue. Your vision spun, and suddenly your back was pressed against soft earth and damp grass. You gasped and cried out. Before you could even protest, your shirt was ripped open and your pants were pulled down.

“What silly things you wear,” He chuckled and placed kisses along your neck. The feeling was strange, slightly rigid. “Is this what mortals wear nowadays? So revealing,” He murmured and toyed with the shredded fabric. Your eyes were wide, and you tried to wriggle out from under him. He merely grabbed you by the hips and pulled you back, the vines from his hair enveloping you and wrapping around your limbs. You squeaked as your thighs were pulled apart by the coiling greenery, digging into the softer flesh. 

“I must admit,” the man moved back, letting his breath ghost over your parted legs and crotch. “I was rather taken with you from the moment you arrived.” 

The strange man held you down as he buried his rugged face and strangely glowing tongue in your entrance while stroking your privates with grooved, deft fingers. Your back arched, and you desperately tried to break free. Your frantic pleas for release were soon broken by the sounds of your breathy moans, and your voice rang like a bell in the clearing. Each lap of his rugged tongue sent shivers down your spine and had your toes curling. 

“W-what? Stop that! Let me go!”

Your keys were discarded in the grass, and those fucking animals just kept staring. You could see your writhing, pinned form in the reflection of hundreds of deep, black unblinking pools. You felt sick to your stomach, and no amount of fluttering arousal could disguise that.

“It’s been so long since I’ve had company, and you come here looking like that. No, you’re going nowhere, flower.”

It felt like years were passing as he kissed, licked and held your hips in place with a tender firmness that would have you blushing if he was your lover. Or at least a lover you chose. Your begging was drowned out by your own frantic heartbeat and the humiliating squelch of your own pleasure. Never had you faced such cruel adoration, such gentle violence. Any place that had previously shown off exposed skin was kissed in a brief moment of reprieve from the onslaught. Your arms, your calves, your collar bones which had only just peaked out from under the neckline of your shirt.

Your truck, covered in mud, but still rather nice nonetheless, slowly began to be pulled into the ground by the flowers and flora rapidly growing on the vehicle. Your things! You tried to reach for them, but a hand of his reached up and entwined his fingers with yours.

Your screams of both pleasure and fear were carried by the wind, weaving through trees and filling the forest as naturally as the rustle of leaves. He continued to eat you out, and it was like you could feel his words in your head simply from the graze of his palm. It was overwhelming, and with each wave of heat, each tremble of your body, you sank further and further into his hold.

“Oh, look at you, my flower,” He pressed reverent kisses to your naval. “How you shall bloom in my care.”

More pressure, more bitter white flashes dancing across your vision as you keened and cried. Branches rustled around your face, and you wondered when they had even gotten there in the first place. They sprouted from his back and shielded you from the sun and sky. 

“-made for me-”

“-love…”

“Flower…my flower…”

You caught bits and pieces of his voice, nestled in your ears like sticky pollen. It was too much, and all at once you had come undone, spilling over his face with an anguished, strangled noise.

It was hard to think after that. All you could feel, all you could know was that you were being dragged back into those deep, dark, very wrong woods with a loving smile slotted against your lips and flowers in your hair.