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sketchnwhatevr · 10 months
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I really like them a lot🔥💧
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barnespls · 8 months
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Mark Hoffman Saw IV ice cube trap send tweet…..
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laur-the-cat-prince · 2 months
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unspecifiedfigure · 11 days
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i’ll take my whiskey neat 🥃
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viridian-e · 5 months
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Whoa, brother! 😮
krapika lol
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merrivia · 10 months
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We all know that Damen being gifted to Laurent was the Regent's true misstep, and that Damen was exactly what Laurent needed in every way (to heal his heart and to win his throne). But I love how bad a mistake it truly was, and how there was actually no way the plan would have worked.
Firstly, the Regent underestimated Laurent’s cleverness, his cool minded Machiavellian wiles had duped his uncle, as Laurent clearly used spies etc.,. to keep an eye on Akielos and Damen without the Regent knowing, so he could recognise him. And secondly, and more importantly, the Regent underestimated Laurent’s goodness, that he still had a moral code, and that he hadn’t succeeded in corrupting Laurent- because even if Laurent hadn’t known that Damen was Prince Damianos the plan still would have failed, as he would have let him go, something we find out in King's Rising ("You hate the idea of slavery. It turns your stomach.’ Damen said it, a flat statement of truth. ‘If I’d been anyone else, you would have freed me on the first night.’").
I’m working on a huge meta on Laurent and one thing that was saddening me was how well the Regent knows him, that for a novel and half it seems, he is the person who knows Laurent best.
Somehow this does give me solace that the Regent always underestimated him. Maybe this is the Regent’s true blind spot, because it was so alien to him. That’s also why he couldn’t predict that Nicaise would steal the letter to try and help Laurent, that Laurent would sacrifice himself for Damen and that Damen would then do the same for him, that Loyse would put her child before her husband and social status, and Paschal would finally stand up and tell the truth….that people can be inherently good, and make the right choice in the end. And that’s what leads to his downfall.
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beyondlaw, anyone?
dnkinktober day 8: murder kink | day 22: blood kink | day 29 gun/knife play
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prodigalxprince · 11 months
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I love that the capri fandom analyzes tf out of each book, each interaction, each character. you guys don’t even understand how my literature obsessed heart needed this type of community.
there are readers who love books, and then there are READERS who love books and go deep into the words, into the underlying meanings, into the things that weren’t said but were alluded to. that’s one thing I love about the captive prince trilogy. There are so many spaces, so many things left unsaid that just hang in the silence but you can FEEL them.
The unspoken affections between Damen and Laurent
Jord’s loyalty to both his prince and his slave commander/enemy
Nikandros’ deep friendship with Damen that started when they were children and then growing into a friendship with Laurent as well
Jokaste’s parallel to Laurent in so many ways
The loss of brothers, the transformation of princes into kings, the bond formed between two boys who had to become men way too soon. The betrayal of each of their families trying to usurp their rightful thrones
UGHHHHHH!!!!!!!! None of my friends irl understand, and I know they’ll never read captive prince and that makes me so insanely sad bc they’ll never understand the beauty of this story and these characters
Anyways 😭 I’m gonna just be here, dying over my obsession with these books
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kybelles · 7 months
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re: auguste and laurent’s twelve year old age gap… i’m aware the regent slowly poisoning hennike, weakening her body and laurent being hennike’s miracle baby is a popular theory but what if it was actually aleron who was the reason why hennike had a fragile health? most hotd fans will know that viserys targaryen married aemma arryn when she was 11 (may he rot in hell btw) and the trauma of constant pregancies from such a young age was so great she only had one surviving child and died in childbirth.
so my theory is, what if aleron also married hennike when she was still pretty young and she instantly had auguste? and the trauma his birth caused her body was so great that she was only able to get pregnant again twelve years later? and after laurent’s birth she kept getting worse over the years?
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the-limp-linguine · 6 months
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I hope somewhere out there capri’s Damen knows there’s a trans kid who named himself after him-solely based on the fact I’m smart - but unbelievably dumb
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foursaints · 5 months
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good for you and your alveoli!! the November Cigarette Break is a tempting mistress, but she is the ENEMY!!! i'm still a pathetic simp for her despite the fact that she steals my money and treats me the way my dad used to. doesn't ever put anything towards rent, either. best to keep your distance and gaze longingly at the two line cooks smoking a fag, hips propped up against a leaf-strewn dumpster while the wind kisses their cheeks pink. at least your healthy lungs could carry you to victory in a footrace
first of all i’m so obsessed with the way you phrased this. i can’t get over you… like the ghost of a beat poet in my askbox
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sailor-aviator · 4 months
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My darling dearest, have you seen Glen and his costar reading thirst tweets yet??
May, you know what? I haven’t. I’m afraid I’ll never recover if hearing Glen call himself daddy was anything to judge it by. I may never watch it if I’m being totally honest.
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whump-queen · 1 year
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Kane & Raiza Ep 1 Part 1: Grateful
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This is part of a long series written with @whumpsday’s Kane and my Raiza (picrew/info here). I have probably over 100 pages of these two so lmk if you like it and I’ll post more!
Bonus Comic for this chapter!!
Content: vampire whumpee, blood, starvation, broken/conditioned whumpee, sadistic/cruel whumper, creepy/intimate whumper, beatdown, drgradation & self degradation, pet whump, humiliation, all that good shit.  Words: 1.2k
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Raiza descended the basement stairs that day holding a length of chain, a smile and a dark glint in his eyes. He'd not yet reached the bottom of the stairs before his voice rang out low and stern, leaving not an inch for hesitation.
“Pet. Come."
Kane bolted upright and scrambled toward Raiza, kneeling at the bottom of the stairs.
"Yes, sir." 
He eyed the chain nervously, wondering if he'd be beaten with it or strapped down for something worse. Surely his master knew he was obedient enough to not need to be restrained for anything lighter than being whipped with a chain, so he hoped it was the former.
“Did I displease you in some way, sir? I'm sorry."
“Oh, quite the contrary, sweet thing."
Raiza smiled down at how perfect his pet looked, how obedient, how desperate to obey—the little thing he kept locked up in his basement, scrambling to drop his knees to the cold concrete, begging to know if he'd been displeasing, apologizing before he'd even done anything—
"Today's your lucky day." 
Raiza had his pet desperate to cave to his every whim, and Kane was beautiful. 
"Today, I'm going to feed you.
Kane's face lit up, beaming up at Raiza. Some of the tension bled out of him as everything clicked into place. He wasn't going to be hurt at all, the chain was just to make sure he didn't hurt Raiza again.
"Thank you so much, Master! I'm honored that I've earned such a thing. Please let me know what to do to make sure it's... safe for you."
“Good. About that. Head down. Hands behind your back." 
Kane snapped to obey and Raiza wound the chains around Kane's thin wrists, wrapping them tightly up to his elbows to squeeze his shoulders joints together just painfully, before snapping a heavy metal padlock around either end, binding Kane tightly there with links of unforgiving metal that dug into his flesh.
“And you should be grateful. You know you don't deserve this, but I got sick and tired of watching you faint and break my things every time you performed the most basic chores."
Kane whined softly in pain as his shoulders pulled taut behind him, but his eyes betrayed nothing but joy.
Food. I'm getting food.
If he were truly the dog his master wanted him to be, his tail would surely be wagging right now. 
"Thank you, Master! I'm so, so grateful. I know it's far more than I deserve. Thank you for feeding me anyway."
He looked up at Raiza with adoration.
Raiza couldn't help but smirk a bit at the way his pet mirrored his language, how fucking grateful he was, how quick he was to agree with anything Raiza said.
Perfect. He's just so fucking broken. 
Raiza pulled Kane's collar around his neck so that the ring hung from the back rather than the front, and snapped another length of chain to the ring of the collar. He yanked back on the chain, dragging Kane backwards until he reached a wall, and pulled the chain taught before locking it to a hook high up on the wall.
Raiza retrieved a metal bowl, one that might be used for a dog, and set it on the ground, just out of Kane's reach. He flicked a blade out of his pocket and presesd it to his own forearm, just enough for a few beads of blood to press out from beneath the blade.
“You want to be fed pet? Then beg for it properly like the fucking dog you are."
Kane lunged forward at the smell of fresh blood, retching as he choked himself on the collar. It took a few moments for Kane to wrestle himself back enough to breathe, but once he'd caught his breath, he started pleading.
"Please, Master, please— I need it, I'm so hungry, please—I'll do anything, please feed me!" 
He thought about what Raiza had said.
Beg for it properly like the fucking dog you are.
He opened his mouth and extended his tongue out between words like a begging dog, hoping to god this would please his master.
"Please, sir. I'm so hungry."
His eyes shone with tears.
Raiza’s eyes widened at Kane’s open mouth, the way he displayed his tongue— “Aready panting like a little puppy, are you? Pretty, begging, whining little thing.”
Raiza continued musing as he dug the knife down into his own arm, fresh red blood begun to coagulate around the blade and pour out from that chosen spot on his skin. He would let some drip down into the bowl, he was sure he would—at some point—but for now, the way his pet looked, all desperate and begging so sweetly, it made him want to toy with the vampire just a bit more. 
He raised his bleeding arm above Kane’s head, sure that Kane wouldn't be able to lunge far enough to bite him with his neck chained back as it was.
“Cmon then, little pup, stick out your pretty pink tongue for me.”
Kane saw Raiza approaching and knew he had to be good, but thankfully, he was restrained enough that he didn't need to worry about controlling himself. 
He strained upward until he could barely breathe, obediently sticking his tongue out with a pathetic whine of need. His eyes were locked on the delicious blood his body craved so badly. 
God that sound — it went straight to Raiza’s head—
“Beautiful. Pathetic. That’s exactly how I want you to sound for me.”
And Raiza was holding his bleeding arm over Kane’s head now, thick, wet drops were spilling down onto the floor in front of where his pet knelt-- Onto his face, running down Kane’s neck. Raiza let a few drops fall into his pet’s open mouth, onto his tongue that stretched out, desperate with need. Raiza could've teased him like this forever and he'd be happy.
Raiza smirked again, beside himself, “What a nice little show you’re putting on for me.”
Kane swallowed the drops of blood gratefully. "Thank you, Master!"
He moved his tongue, trying to wipe the rest off his face and neck, but he couldn't reach—a desperate, strangled sound escaped him as the blood that lay just out of reach drove him mad. He pulled uselessly at the chains that bound his arms tight. 
He could reach the blood on the floor, he realized.
He lowered himself down, licking the blood from the floor hungrily before bobbing back up and sticking his tongue back out. He whined again, even more desperate now that he'd had a taste.
Raiza’s eyes narrowed instantly. He snaps—
Oh, That won’t do. 
He kicked Kane in the chest hard, sending his back and his head cracking back against the wall behind him.
“Did I fucking say you could move, leech?”
Another kick, harder this time.
“Did I? Huh???”
Another kick.
“You didn’t even ask. Fucking unbelievable.” 
But Raize didn't let up. He just kept kicking Kane again and again.
“I give you blood. I feed you, and you already think you can just do whatever you want? Have I really fucking spoiled you already?” 
Kane sobbed and fell to the floor under the force of the kicks, not struggling at all as Raiza delivered blow after blow to his brittle body. 
"I'm s-sorry, Master, I'm so sorry! I was just s-so hungry, I wasn't thinking, I'm sorry." His voice broke. "I'll be good, please, sir! I'm n-not spoiled, I'll be good, I promise! I'm so sorry."
Raiza laughed, a sharp, cold laugh that echoes around the concrete walls of the basement.
“Of course you weren't thinking! What should I expect from a stupid pet.”
He stomps down on Kane's head, pressing it against the floor. 
 "You've really got nothing going on in that empty head of yours, huh. You wanna act like a rabid fucking animal? Fine.”
“Then I’ll treat you like one.”
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bowl-of-newtles · 2 years
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me walking into a grocery store after watching NOPE for the first time and seeing a balloon display
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whumpacabra · 3 months
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34. Pressure Cooker
Referenced military setting and activities, referenced past captivity and torture, law enforcement mention, murder mention, referenced systematic and internalized racism, past trauma, victim blaming, fictional politics
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Harrison was tired. He wasn’t that surprised - his body had been pushed to its physical limit, and finally having a respite from survival meant an exhausting recovery. He was surprised he wasn’t dozing off in that cozy diner, listening to a static filled radio. Lucy had gone out for a smoke with Merrill close behind, and Thomas was drinking his tea, eyes glued on the snow falling outside the window.
(Not too long ago he would have chided Elias for getting distracted by the weather during a mission debrief.)
“What’ll you do?” Thomas’ voice was timid, eyes drifting down to the mug in his hands. “Across the border, I mean.”
“Making sure we’re safe would be a good start. Make sure my family’s safe - whether that’s here or there.” Harrison studied the steam rising from Thomas’ oversteeped tea. “I don’t…Wolf can do what he wants. Stay, leave - last thing I want to do is start giving orders.” He chuckled weakly, grief thick in his lungs as his eyes dropped to his own scarred hands. “God knows I’m shit at following them myself.”
“How…” Thomas swallowed a mouthful of bitter tea and took a shuddering breath. “I mean, how does - how does this even happen? I - and why? Why the - the terrorist - why even…” He swallowed more bitter tea, anger and confusion painting his pale face. Harrison glanced between his hands and Thomas’ young, naive eyes.
“Why’re you a cop?” Thomas physically startled at the question, tea nearly splashing from his cup. He set it down slowly, eyes dropping to the table.
“Something to do I guess. Sheriff kinda took me in after my folks passed.” His brow furrowed, pale eyes glancing up to Harrison’s own. “Why?”
“Just curious I guess - well, I mean… I only signed up because of my dad.” He couldn’t help the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. “He loved this country - a whole helluva lot more than I ever did. Between my sister going to med school and me off to boot camp I mean - we were his American dream.”
“Sounds like a good patriot.”
“He was.” Harrison huffed, swallowing back the lump in his throat. “Got shot on his way home from the store two - three, three years ago now.”
“Oh…I’m sorry for your loss.”
“Don’t be - you’re not the cops that called it a random homicide and never caught the fuckers that did it.”
“It wasn’t random?” There was a tense, curious gleam in Thomas’ eyes.
“A Sudanese immigrant named Mahmoud gets gunned down a month after 9/11. Cops said there was no evidence racial motivation, so as far as they care, it was just a random tragedy.”
“That’s just - they’re idiots. What kind of investigation - just, just gives up like that?”
“You’re young, Thomas.” Harrison shook his head, eyes turning to the snow outside. The ignorant indignity of youth was clear on the young man’s face. “Most people don’t care about justice or truth. They just care about staying comfortable. And it’s a helluva lot more comfortable for some cops to bury a brown man without any questions asked than it is to consider why someone killed him.”
Thomas’s expression fell slack, thoughts churning behind his shadowed eyes. There was a beat of silence, and Harrison felt as though his chest was carved open, heart exposed. Maybe it was, because he couldn’t stop talking.
“Two years ago I got reassigned.” He had thought about it - they all had, at some point. At least Merrick and Elias had, in silent code and whispered conspiracies while they laid bloodied and broken. “I needed something to throw myself into so I didn’t go on a vigilante justice spree so I accepted. Task Force 42, as I told you. Something about psychological profiles and mission efficiency. Same thing happened to the others in my cohort - we didn’t know each other at all. Hell, Merrick had been stationed in Germany the last 4 years.”
Harrison swallowed, only half sure he cared to tell Thomas, but those pale eyes were transfixed, expression open and curious. Like a child listening to war stories. Like Harrison’s niece asking about the bad guys he caught and epic battles he fought.
“We were good. I don’t know shit about psychology or whatever but they handpicked us to get shit done and by god we did.” It wasn’t always pretty. It wasn’t always just. “We…you’ve heard about the videos, right? Terrorists executing prisoners, torturing them, carrying around trophies.” Thomas’ nod was grim and serious. The news loved their shock value viewing numbers. “We had some of our own. Taking prisoners. Interrogating them. Putting them out of their misery. Not - not that my team did that directly. We just…caught the bad guys.”
Harrison shuddered, the memory of explaining his job to his young, impressionable niece bitter. He had been so desperate to prove himself to the higher brass. Self loathing and trying to show them - ‘see! I’m one of the good ones.’ He hated that he ever deigned to stoop to their level. He hated that he ever thought it immunized him to the cruelty of the war machine.
“The enemy is easy to - it’s amazing. It’s amazing how stupid it all seems now. How trusting we were.” In spite of his exhaustion, or maybe because of it, his brain was buzzing with unfiltered understanding. “They told us shoot, we shot. Capture, we captured. The enemy was whoever they told us the enemy was. Because - right, because - because they had our best interests in mind. The country’s best interests in mind. The top brass were duty bound, same as us, to do right by justice and honor and all that bullshit.”
“So, so when you wake up after heading out for another tour, another mission for the good of your people and home, another trip to push back the enemy…god, maybe - maybe if we weren’t so caught up in it all we would have realized.” The emergency lights inlaid in the ceiling of an underground, cavernous bunker. The electrically locked stone tomb. “I - I don’t know why. Why the - the facade or why - why us. Wolf - ” His voice cracked, throat bobbing. “Wolf - they didn’t send - there was just me, Merrick and Elias then. Just us. And Wolf - ”
Oh, how vividly he remembered every second after meeting the Wolf. How wrong he had been about every sneer and smirk. What he thought was glee was fear. A shine of superiority to mask the terror. Puppet strings tied too tight around a scarred throat.
“God, Wolf.” Harrison dropped his head in his hands, elbows propped on the table. “I can’t even begin to - I hated him. I hated him so much for so long and now I just…can’t. I, maybe I’m stupid. Maybe I broke - I did. A few times. Too many times. But I can’t - god I should hate him.”
“Why should you hate him?” Thomas’ voice was so small. So much like Elias. Like the small voice Harrison had strangled to death with his own bare hands. Reality crackled in his brain, cold ice cracking in a too-warm drink.
Maybe he still hated Wolf, he just hated himself more.
“I…I don’t know. I did. I thought - thought he was one of them.” It frightened Harrison, how desperately he felt he needed to protect Wolf. Or at least, how Wolf was perceived. No one needed to know what happened down there. No one needed to know what Wolf had done. What Harrison had done. “But he - god, he was just trying to stay alive. How can I hate him for that?”
There was a moment of silence, save for the static of the radio and the snow outside. Thomas opened his mouth to say something only for the bell above the door to ring, Lucy and Merrill dusting snow from their white hair. Lucy glided up to the booth, snagging a fresh pot of hot water from behind the counter.
“Need anythin’ else, hon?”
“No ma’am. Thank you.” Harrison’s voice was tight, breaths shuddering as he fought down the urge to burst into tears. Later, across the border, when they were safe he could afford to lose it. To grieve and rage and scream. But now Thomas was getting a fresh cup of tea from Lucy, and Mer was watching her wife with love in her eyes.
The cigarette smoke that lingered on Lucy’s clothes made Harrison’s stomach turn.
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yomudkipo · 1 year
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*crawls out of my hole in the ground* greetings Trigun fandom
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