You Don't Have To Apologize, Or Perform Authorial Disgust, For Dark, Violent, Sexual, Cruel Or Problematic

An art for a friend’s polish pal :) her OC. It was really pleasant to draw her!

My grandparents dog was put at sleep today. He caught a rabies, we think it’s from a fox that was appearing at our territory.

Steve, please sorry for being an ass and petting you when you didn’t wanted. You were the coolest oldest doggy I’ve known.

hey so how’s it been goi—

The Five Stages of Grief

Denial - "This can't be happening" // "I'm going to wake up any minute...it's only a nightmare..." // "None of this real, it can't be!" // "There's been a mistake!" // "They...they wouldn't leave me like this, they'll come rescue me, they will!"

Anger - "You can't do this to me!" // "Fuck you, you fucking psychopath!" // "I don't have to listen to you!" // "You're a goddamn coward!" // "Let me out of here so I can break your neck!" // "You'll be sorry when they come find me, creep!"

Bargaining - "Please, no, anything but that!" // "N-not the cattle prod, please, I'll do whatever you want!" // "No, don't hurt them! Hurt me instead, I can take it!" // "I'll let you touch me however you want just please don't use that!" // "I'll tell you whatever you want if you just let me go!"

Depression - "Do whatever you want, what's the point?" // "I don't think I have anything left to scream for you" // "Just kill me and get it over with" // "Just...just leave me alone..." // "Why are they taking so long to find me? Don't they care? Don't they love me?"

Acceptance - "I knew I deserved this..." // "I'll be good, I promise" // "I love you, too" // "They were never looking for me, were they?" // "Yes, sir/ma'am" // "What do you mean 'leave'? I can't leave, that's against the rules"

i struggle drawing Skyfire so some stuff to familiarize myself with his design </3

I’ve been thinking about it for a while, so, uh, I don’t know if anyone have told about it before and I haven’t seen it so…

Corsets.

There’s various options of using it on whumpee. Maybe previously Whumpee’s ribs were broken so now they’re wearing a medical one, given by whumper whom didn’t wanted to lose their whumpee soon and lowkey tries to heal them, but every time whumpee does something wrong whumper casually ties their corset tighter, making their ribs hurt even more, knitting bones fragmenting and causing pain worse, letting them to do shallow breaths only.

Maybe whumpee is wearing a corset as a punishment. An extremely tight one, squeezing their waist and making every breath they try to do painful, oxygen shortage makes whumpee very weak and vulnerable and even force them to faint. Ribs breaking. Organs displacement. Yeah, it hurts, a lot.

Or maybe whumper wants their whumpee to be pretty, but whumpee isn’t really slim as whumper wants so they force them to wear a corset to make their waist as slim as they want?

There’s a lot of options to play with, really a lot. So feel free to add more!

War of Royalty

Yay! It’s done!

CW: Slavery, medieval whump, whipping and branding referenced, noncon stripping (again, nonsexual)  taken in by royalty, whumpee thinking fluff is punishment, intimate caretaker, forcefully carried, begging 

Masterlist

The king held a golden goblet in the palm of his hand, occasionally glancing from the ambassador to the boy at his right hand. He was visibly trembling as all eyes at the banquet were glued on him, tracing his scars, staring at the healing whip marks curling over his shoulders. The king however, just kept looking longingly into his face. 

“Are you not hungry, Eden?” He asked, nodding towards his overfilled untouched plate. “No! It’s n-not that, your majesty, It’s just… sh-should I not be serving you? I should be refilling your wine, or washing plates.” Eden tucked his head waiting for the hand to dig in his hair or a strike to the back of the head… But alas, he just laughed.

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196 archive: April 2nd 2022

yaaaay I’m so happy I’ll get a therapist when I finally gonna arrive home 💀

#imcrying

Humans being the first. Not the strongest or the smartest or the weirdest or the most violent. Just the first.

We called out into the dark over and over. We sent out messages in hopes. We searched every planet we could reach, in hopes of any sign of life. Any at all.

We thought, hoped we were the last, because we couldn’t bear the idea of being the one ones this awake and alive in a world as vast as this.

And we died alone.

When the others are born, many many years later, they find us, everything we left for them.

They recover The Golden Record and look at it a million times over, they dig up our fossils and put us in museums, they study us for years and years, loving us as we love our ancestors’ painted hands on cave walls.

In a lot of their languages, the word they use for us has the same root for “mother”.