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bonefall · 2 years

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Why is applefur jealous of marshwing ?

Her jealousy definitely didn't start off murderously strong. It was pretty standard stuff before the Dark Forest twisted it into open hate.

Marshwing and Applefur are from the same litter, but Marshwing's life is charmed. He's saved from an eagle, by the warrior who becomes deputy of ThunderClan, surviving serious wounds. He's a marvelous apprentice. He grows quickly into a respected warrior. He's picked to go on the journey to save the lake at the beginning of OotS.

Basically; He's a great warrior. It's not too out of left field to be jealous of him.

Another dimension I do want to add though-- Toadkit died in the fox trap that canonically kills Marshkit. He might have died saving his brother. I think it could be VERY juicy if the Dark Forest starts encouraging Applefur to blame Marshwing for this, saying that he was supposed to die instead.

#Funfact: I was going to name Marshwing 'Marshfeather'!#I still like that name a lot more but decided I wanted to keep Crowfeather's suffix special #For now #It'll stay in Feathertail's honor for a while until other leaders start using it #Especially ones like Harestar who were born after Crowfeather's naming ceremony #Plus the M of Marsh and the W of Wing look cool as well #Also it bugs me how cats can be carried off by eagles and they aren't injured until they're carried off #Like #Even if Snowkit WAS saved he would be covered in SERIOUS scratches #Possibly even have broken bones from being crushed by those talons #A comic I really really love showed Snowkit having serious wounds from that hawk after being saved by Swiftpaw #And I respect that #SO Marshkit is messed up for a while from being eagle-yoinked #But recovers before they reach the lake #Besides some scars probably #Scars are rad #Bonefall Rewrite #Marshwing #Applefur #Toadkit #Bonefall OotS #Marshwing and Poppyfrost... the two cats who escaped fate and defied death itself.#They should have a short interaction. That could be cool.

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maslows-pyramid-scheme · 1 year

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I’m reading Tell Me I’m Worthless by trans author Alison Rumfitt and, while I knew it would be bad, I didn’t realise it would be one of the most disgusting books I’ve ever read. It’s not ‘transgressive horror;’ it’s just sexualised gore.

(Example under the cut)

Here’s a passage from the book, where husband Edmund punishes too-young wife Emily for her curiosity (women keep disappearing in his study and she wants to know why) (he ties her up in the middle of the room and leaves):

Emily was frightened. The most frightened she had ever felt. She opened up her eyes again, and began to try to scream, but the gag was tied too tight around her mouth to even breathe properly, let alone cry for help. Her eyes registered something undenable. It blotted out the light that shone down hot from above her, it cast a shadow across her face. Was it Edmund? It was dark and faceless and red, the red of it dripping all around her, lling up her eyes and her mouth, investigating between her legs, pushing into her, waves of red owing up inside her cunt like cum, but so much more cum than could ever have been produced by a man, ballooning her useless womb until it was ready to burst inside of her. Red tore the fabric of the gag and slid down her throat, into her lungs and her stomach. Albion reached inside her, all around her, nestled against her, gnashed its teeth and ripped at her esh. You’re useless, you’re useless, you’re fucking useless, it screamed close in her ears, so she could feel its hot breath against her skin. This was what happened. That was what it felt like.

They found Emily’s body a week later beneath one of the pine trees near the house. Her womb and vagina had been surgically removed, although where the organs had gone was not clear.

I’d like to say it’s the only graphic description of a woman being ‘punished’ for something, but... it’s not. In one scene, a ‘lesbian terf’ rapes and chokes another woman with a strap-on (which makes her realise she’s actually trans too!); in another scene, the ‘lesbian terf’ is molested by a gender critical woman in a pub bathroom after a gender critical rally.

#i could bathe in bleach and i'd still feel dirty #i would NOT recommend this book!#tell me i'm worthless #bookblr #radblr #(there's also a scene where the lesbian terf has violent sex with the trans woman character while chanting gender critical slogans at her)#(i'm not kidding - page 200 of the pdf)#(there are so many references to rad feminism and gender criticism)#(another quote is the character 'feels like the harry potter of transphobic hate crimes' because of a forehead scar lol)

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ziipzeepzop-eez · 3 months

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look a the burn I got from making boba :D (DONT MIND THE PAINT FLAKES 🤪🫰🏾)

burned my arm being a bit silly and mixing the stuff weird- it blistered and bubbles yesterday but it went down! odd part was- forgot about it after a hour 💀 (I think it popped as well- which isn't good either) and it only was hurting as I burned myself.

😁👏🏾👏🏾how are you my dear beepie?

*waddles up to you and hugs*🤗

AIYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

GAAAAAAAAAAAASP

CHIPPY. 👹😱😰😧

GIRL WADAFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

goodness baby!! 😭 that looks PAINFUL?? EXTREMELY PAINFUL????? are you okay?! my GOSH. woahzaaa, your pain threshold must be off the chiz-artssss 💯😮‍💨.

here, i shall kith it better. muwah. 💞

🥹🥰 I'm doing otie-dotie my dear. how are you? ah- ... aside from the burn.

*hugs you and spins you around with studio ghibli physics*

#"૮₍ •⤙•˶|✉️ beep! inbox! ˎˊ˗#⸝⸝ ꒰ my best girl chipㆍ₊⊹❣🍪#help i remember when i touched a light bulb and got a second degree burn right on the edge of my finger #it was EXCRUCIATING and i cried and writhed in agony for a full night #my mom yelled at me while putting a cold compress on it XD DX #there was no scar tho! :D hooray!#i hope yours heals nicely too!! :((#but if not #at most #you'll have a super rad scar >:)

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multiverse-imagines · 2 years

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How do you think Vash and Wolfwood would deal with having sex for the first time with their s/o and it turns out their s/o is lovingly soft dominant. They end up just naturally taking charge cuz they wanna make sure wolfwood/Vash and themselves are equally satisfied and tired when finished cuz they love vash/wolfwood so much?

So this one is a twofer!!!! I am disgruntled at how I was more invested in the Wolfwood one, but maybe I'll write some proper Vash smut that I'm willing to post on the Internet soon. Still loved writing them!

Vash: Let Me Love You

It was late at the Inn, and you had curled up with Vash for the night. Though you were comfortable, he seemed to be squirming.

"You okay, Vash?" You asked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.

"Y-Yeah, it's just that my shirt is a little uncomfortable." He placed his hand on the tight compression armor shirt he always wore under his coat.

"You can take it off if you want." You frowned, concerned for his comfort.

"I-I lost my last T-shirt after leaving the last town, so I don't have anything to change into."

"You don't have to wear a shirt around me, I'm your partner, ya know?" Vash seemed taken aback by your words.

"I don't want you to see my scars. They're not something I like people to see."

"It's not gonna chase me away, Love. Besides, it's pretty dark here anyway." You shrugged. Vash paused before sitting up on the bed, and taking off the heavy and stiff shirt. Tossing it to thunk on the floor near his bag. He laid back down quickly, bringing the blanket you shared over his shoulder. You cuddled up to him once again, giving him gentle kisses.

You somehow awoke before him the next morning, the blanket had been tossed aside in Vash's sleep, allowing you to gently run your fingers over the various scars and metal plating on his chest as he lay flat on his back. There were so many of them. You had seen the four that flowed over his shoulder, and grown fond of it, but this little cross on his hip was becoming your new favorite. You looked over his torso with wonder and delight.

"H-Having fun?" Vash stuttered, causing you to snap your head up to him.

"I didn't mean to wake you!" You pulled your hand away.

"N-no, please, keep touching them. No one ever has." He glanced away momentarily. You smiled and continued exploring the scars on his chest. The triple slashing scar on his right shoulder, and the long one that passed them and ended at his right peck. The skin was rough, yet he still stiffened at your touch. He seemed to be keeping himself from squirming. You moved to sit on top of him, straddling his thighs.

You inspected one that had been piquing your interest, the three metal bars that resided along his ribs on his right side. They ended just before the largest scar that spanned the entire curve of his side, down to his hip. You traced your fingers along the edge of it, and you tried not to give attention to the way he tripped the bed sheets beneath him.

His sweatpants were down just far enough to see the scar on the side of his hip, next to your favorite cross. You gave extra attention to that one, giving a gentle massage

You moved to the metal grate that covered where his left nipple used to be, and the sprawling scars just beneath them. You took notice of a small stitch that ended just before his prosthetic arm. He stifled a giggle as your thumb grazed it. You paid it no mind as you inspected the scars on his left shoulder. You noticed one just above his clavicle. Since you had nowhere else to look for the moment, you leaned forward on his lap, giving a gentle kiss on his neck.

A hitching hiss ran through his teeth, and you knew it was time.

"So you like that, Vash?" You whispered. He nodded under you, and you began working your way back around his scars, giving attentive kisses to every scar.

"H-hey, you don't have to-" he was cut off by the look you gave him. You were looking up from the small scar just above the cross, and you slid forward to kiss him, your hips now resting on his.

"I want to." You whispered, not backing up too far from his lips, "I want to give love to every scar on your body. They're a part of you, and I love all of you." You returned to his lips before he could answer, only letting a grunt slip between the two of you, "So Vash, will you let me love you?"

"Y-YesPlease." He said hurriedly as if to keep himself from refusing.

~End~

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Wolfwood: A Confession Well Versed

It started with a few too many drinks. It always seemed like it started that way. Though the two of you had been minorly Intimate, it was always the alcohol that seemed to loosen the two of you up.

It was how you admitted your feelings for one another. Your first kiss was fueled by Southern Comfort and Jack Daniels.

"I appreciate you inviting me to your room, ya know. It means a lot." He mumbled, attempting to be quiet as the two of you walked up the creaky stairs to the second floor of the Inn and entered your room.

"Yeah, but if I may say, I don't think you're much of a preacher. I mean, you get sloshed on Sundays, and… and…" you trailed off trying to find a second reason. Had you been a little more with it, you would have found the perfect opportunity to call out his irresponsibility due to him losing the room key to his room at the inn.

That's why he was here, in your room taking his clothes off. His sun tanned skin shined an Enchanting bronze in the moonlight from the window. You had changed into your own pajamas of red shorts and a blue tank top. Down to an undershirt and his blue & white striped boxer shorts, he waltzed towards you,

"I am a real preacher. I live by the word of God, and do my best to help my fellow man." He defended. He placed a kiss to your lips, the mix of whiskey and bourbon sending a chill down your spine, "for instance, I can see all that desire to sin all over your face. You can always use my confessional, you know."

"Why don't you prove it, Preacher Man? I can confess my sins without that stupid box." You said as you gently pushed him down to sit onto your bed, "Preach to me." You pushed him back gently and crawled on top of him, straddling his hips. He paused a moment, thrown off by your assertive motion. He sat up against the headboard to the best of his ability.

"Your lips are like a scarlet thread, and your mouth is lovely. Your cheeks are like halves of a pomegranate behind your veil. Your hair is like a flock of goat leaping down the slopes of Gilead.” Song of Solomon Chapter 4: 3" he recited, placing a hand to cup your face, and a hand to run through your hair.

"You know if it weren't for the goat part, I would have thought you were lying. Good job." You kissed him sweetly, giving a soft grind of your hips against his. He stifled a growl of pleasure before parting from you.

“Your lips drip nectar, my bride; honey and milk are under your tongue; the fragrance of your garments is like the fragrance of Lebanon.” Song of Solomon Chapter 4:11" he nearly chanted as he pulled your shirt off of your torso.

"My bride? That's lovely, but I'm pretty sure that booze is the only fragrance here." You hummed a smile, and returned to his lips, pressing him into the bed, and paused to remove your shorts and underwear. He did the same, removing his clothes before the two of you joined again. He hummed contently, casually taking a breast into each hand.

“Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of a gazelle that graze among the lilies.” Song of Solomon 4: 5" he gave a gentle squeeze in a slow rhythm. You sighed out airy moans at the touch,

"Did you know… I used to read the bible too?"

"Did you? Let me hear something." He smirked.

"(Proverbs 7:13-18) She took hold of him and kissed him and with a brazen face she said: “Today I fulfilled my vows, and I have food from my fellowship offering at home. So I came out to meet you; I looked for you and have found you! I have covered my bed with colored linens from Egypt. I have perfumed my bed with myrrh, aloes and cinnamon. Come, let’s drink deeply of love till morning; let’s enjoy ourselves with love" you recited the lengthy verse, "Something that's not from the Song of Solomon." You teased as you then took his lips to distract him before slipping his drunken cock inside you. This was the first time the two of you had taken this step, but you moved together as if you were always meant to be in sync like this.

"May your fountain be blessed, and may you rejoice in the wife of your youth. A loving doe, a graceful deer— may her breasts satisfy you always, may you ever be intoxicated with her love

(Proverbs 5:18-19)" You rhythmically chanted no louder than a whisper above him as you pumped from on top of him. Wolfwood seemed to relax at the scripture being recited.

"It was never the alcohol, really. It just helps." He groans from beneath you. A low giggle came from your throat, as you moved to kiss his neck.

"Really, is there something Preacher Man needs to confess?" You teased him.

"Drinking seemed to be the only way I could talk to you seriously. I've loved every moment, even if I don't always get to remember them in the morning."

"Is that so?" You kissed the side of his face, "Then let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choice fruits." You recited a Song of Songs verse as you picked up your pace, and it wasn't long before a wave of orgasm crashed over you. Nicolas pressed heated kisses to your face as he moved his legs to take a small amount of control to help you through your orgasm. You let yourself rest against him, and once your body seemed to relax, you were rolled over onto your back. Nicolas above you now.

"Your turn to confess, my love." He pressed kisses into your lips,

"Your turn to finish, Preacher." You wrapped your arms around his neck as he sheathed himself into you, "I worried t-that you wouldn't want someone like m-me. Being a man of G-God and stuff." You struggled to speak through his quick thrusts. You moaned and sighed as he pumped into you.

"God has done a lot of shitty things to me. He can let me have this one." He huffed and kissed you roughly.

"Then have as much as you want. For the feast shall always be plentiful." You spoke under his lips.

"Pretty sure that's not a verse of the bible." He giggled

"Then it should be! Feast, Nicholas." he groaned and you felt his thrusts lose their rhythm. He removed himself from you, and laid on the outer side of the bed next to you, taking you into his arms. He lit a cigarette, making sure to not get ashes on you.

"Any other confessions before we sleep?" You asked. He blew out a puff of smoke before allowing his head to lob his gaze in your direction.

"I love it when you call me Nicolas."

~End~

#trigun #vash the stampede #vash x reader #nicholas d wolfwood x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood #sexy bible verses made a surprisingly interesting story #i loved writing about Vash's scars and ugh i just love all of them #why do i only post at midnight hours???#im supposed to be sleeping rn #scar reference by @askthestampedes! this prompt isnt associated with their blog but check them out! their au is rad!

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transmechanicus · 2 years

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So so funny that nuclear weapons are canonically forbidden and scorned technology in 30k AND 40k even as the Imperium at large uses Deathstrike missiles, Vortex weapons, and Exterminatus, and the Mechanicus specifically uses radioactive soldiers, tanks, and cavalry.

#my stuff #wh40k #warhammer 40k #like i know the later is meant to highlight that the admech are fucking Used To It wrt living in rad scarred hell #but like inquisitors in Krieg are like *gasp* atomic weapons!! horrific!!#like you probably blew up a planet for inventing a new sex position last week wym

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lesbian-ashe · 5 months

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some bonus refs for Tempest. if you wanna know his vibe (and voice claim) this song has it.

text: -Tempest -29yo -6'5 -Male, he/him, mlm -huge sadomasochist

#tempest #original #tiefling #dnd #nudity #scars #diana's rad art

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fearhaunts · 5 months

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@spider-self cont from x

it wasn't just the scars that stood out to him. there was more to it than that. Obi couldn't really explain it. there had been a certain pull in his chest, unable to stop himself as he took each step and approached IT. there was no real explanation for it---nor was there really any explanation for the nightmares that have plagued him since he was seven years old; nightmares that still haunted him almost every single night if the dark circles under his eyes wasn't evidence enough. he sucks in a breath and exhales. the voice sends a chill down his spine---he doesn't know why. but the pull is strong and Obi allows it to continue its path. he's not so sure if his father would be proud of him for this. he'd been told to stay away. Obi didn't often listen to what his father said, not anymore. "i don't think that's true," he argues---because he can. he's always had an arrogance about him; perhaps he's too much like his father. "scars are a sign that you survived, not that you lost. you're thinking about it the wrong way. you're here, aren't you? how is that possibly losing?" oh, but he doesn't know. he doesn't know what he's standing in front of. he doesn't know that he could be walking towards his grave, even if his dreams have been telling him the same thing for twenty years. he just doesn't listen.

#spider-self #( * v. it always comes back // main. )#i know you didn't use icons for ur response and u obviously don't have to i just wanted to show u how Obi is looking at IT rn #the disbelief on that man's face like how dare u say ur scars aren't rad and cool

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faerieriddle · 1 year

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Steve thinks Billy is a bit like a cactus, prickly and stubbornly refuses to move. Billy thinks Steve is good in a way he isn’t and selfishly wants to feel the light he radiates. Robin thinks they’re both ridiculous and should make out in the break room like normal people instead of the awkward weekly shuffle they do. It isn’t even flirting really, Steve tries to re-stock movies and Billy just stands in his way.

#harringgrove #is this flirting?#no it is not #robin buckley #steve harrington #billy hargrove #robin just wants them to stop scaring away customers #someone tried to give Steve their number and Billy straight up just ate it #nomnom #theyre idiots your honor #theyre a mess #billy hargrove lives #he gets some rad scars and nightmares #Steve digs the scars

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himbohargreeves · 2 years

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Do you think that when Diego was a kid maybe 9-10 years old he made up little hip hop dances to show grace and klaus, and while spinning repeatedly on the floor he forgot that he was dancing and just kept spinning- until grace told him to stop or else he’d be sick…

spun so hard he smacked right into the kitchen counter and THAT is how he got the scar

#Stan: how did you get that scar?#Diego: from being rad as hell I will not elaborate #anonymous

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oxbowreality · 1 year

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sometimes it's good to just look at yourself and fall in love with the little things you can't help but love in yourself. to revel in the wonder of being you.

#I'm trans don't be sad on this post find a cool birthmark or rad scar #fall in love if only for a moment

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