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nonotnolan · 27 days
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Roommate Rehab
The worst part about coming back to my apartment and seeing my roommate's detached head watching a movie on the couch? Knowing that it meant his body was making a mess somewhere else. My original plans to room with other guys in my major had fallen through, and I ended up stuck sharing a lease with Glenn, a warlock whose sole focus seemed to be working out and getting laid. There was always a thin layer of empty protein shake bottles and dirty dishes on the floor, all of his clothes were flung onto random surfaces in the living room, and the entire room smelled like a dank locker room.
"Dammit, Glenn!" I yelled, trying to be heard over the sound of Netflix. "Your body is making a mess in the kitchen again!"
He just rolled his eyes at me. "Whatever, you know that I like to have me time in the evenings. My body is just taking a break from doing pushups, or something. You're gay, you like the eye candy."
I tried not to let his cheap jab bother me. "More like it's taking a break from jacking off," I muttered. At least it was wearing pants this time. Half the time Glenn's body was wiping its bare ass all over our countertops, rather than just dripping sweat everywhere.
Today, I was not going to be bothered. Today, I had a plan.
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"You know, I heard something interesting from our new neighbor Allan," I said, casually slipping off my backpack. "It turns out he's a warlock too. And he mentioned that you should have a lot more control over your detached body than you told me."
Glenn didn't even bother to look over in my direction. "We've been over this, dweeb. I can't stop my body from taking off its clothes if it gets uncomfortable. I bet he's using a different spell or something."
I slowly made my way over to the kitchen, where his body was just lounging around. "Good question. He's right here, so why don't you ask him yourself?" I pulled Allan's head out of my backpack, taking care not to pull his hair too hard. "Or maybe I'll just put his head on your body."
"Don't you fucking dare!" he yelled, trying to scramble his body to its feet. It was too late, though. I lunged forward, placing Allan's head onto Glenn's neck. There was a flash of magic, and now it was Allan in control of Glenn's massive muscles. "You fucking thief! Don't you dare just leave me as a detached head!"
Allan picked up Glenn's head and set him down on the end table. "Calm down. It's selfish jerks like you who give warlocks a bad name. We'll get bored of punishing you... eventually." He sprawled across the couch, and started rubbing his new hands across his bulging abs. "I have to admit, controlling a body like this, I do kind of understand the appeal. I thought we'd give him back his body after a few hours, but maybe I'll keep it for a day or two."
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Allan looked over at me with a shit-eating grin. "What do you think, neighbor? Want to help me break in my new body?"
"You know it!" I said, kneeling down to suck on Allan's new, rock hard nipples. "But we're staying out here on the couch. Glenn has been an absolute ass these past several months, and I want him to see everything that we do to his body. I want him to know that it all could have been avoided if he hadn't been such an asshole to me." Allan's fingers ran through my hair as my mouth started to wander down south toward his crotch.
Glenn's head started to scream so loudly that he tipped over sideways. "No! No! Don't you dare! Stop it! No!" He kept yelling as my hand slipped into Allan's waistband and pulled out his stiffening cock.
"Damn, son," Allan said, letting out a low whistle. "That's gotta be... what, seven inches? That settles it, I'm keeping this body for the weekend. Here, let me grab my own body from down the hall." I paused our makeout session to let Allan concentrate, and pretty soon the headless body of a bear let itself into our apartment.
"Absolutely not!" Glenn yelled, as Allan's original body started to slowly unbutton its shirt. "I'd rather stay headless than be stuck piloting that hairy sack of fat!"
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Allan just shrugged, his smug grin getting even wider. "Suit yourself," he said, rubbing his chest while I stripped off my clothes. "We'll just have a threesome with my bodies while you watch."
"Hold that thought," I said, grabbing one of Glenn's stray socks from off the floor. Placing one hand on his forehead, I shoved the sock deep into his mouth to gag him. He coughed and sputtered, but the cheap cotton was starting to cling to the inside of his mouth. "I want him to watch, but I'd rather not have to listen to him spew insults."
Allan laughed as he watched Glenn's head trying and failing to spit out the makeshift gag. "Sounds good to me. This is your fantasy, bud, I'm just here to enjoy the ride. How do you want me?"
I paused, weighing pleasure and humiliation as I decided how to fuck my roommate's hot body. It helped that Allan's head was easy on the eyes, of course. "Let's start with a double spoon. Your old body penetrates your new ass, and your new cock penetrates my ass."
"You don't want to dump a load in your roommate's bubble butt?" Allan said, slapping it for emphasis.
"Oh, trust me, that ass is on my list," I said, returning his smile. "But if we've got the whole weekend, I figure I should pace myself."
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rueevergreenfae · 3 months
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Detached
I get caught in my head, and forget I'm alive. I detach from myself, and leave my body to survive.
Daydreaming or dissociating, depends on who you ask. But I always come back to put on the mask.
It's always brief, though I wish it was forever. Maybe one day I might never remember.
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nocturnal-desolation · 4 months
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r-wn · 2 years
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howtowhumpyourhiccup · 7 months
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Detached
Summary: Written for AI-less Whumptober 2023 Day 8. Set after RttE’s Shell-shocked Part 1 & 2. Viggo dissociates near the Edge volcano.
Warning: /
Rating: General
Characters: Hiccup, Viggo
Pairing: /
Words: 448
Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon
Prompt: Dissociation
Whumpee: Viggo
Author’s Notes: Don't really have much to say for this one. Just saw this prompt, had some trouble finding the right idea for this one, but then eventually settled on a Viggo whump fic.
Enjoy!
@ailesswhumptober
XOXOX
There are only two things he remembers the most; the heat and the pain.
The heat was like an all consuming fire, though there were no actual flames licking at his skin. It fell like a weight on him, slowly suffocating the life out of him. He couldn’t breathe, the very air felt like it burned him alive on the inside.
The pain was sudden and blinding. One moment, there was just the heat, the next he was writhing on the ground, screaming in agony as his flesh was eaten away and his eye blinded. He was thrusted into endless suffering, the kind that made him wish for death as a mercy.
That is what he remembers most.
-XOXOX-
“Viggo.”
“Viggo, hey!” Hiccup waves his hand in front of the man in an attempt to gain his attention. The closer they got to the Edge Volcano, the less present he seems.
“Hm, yes?” Viggo’s answer comes out rather dazed, something the younger man isn’t used to see from him.
“I was asking you if you were sure about this?” He repeats his question. He’s patient. Surprised that Viggo would come back so soon after the whole ordeal with the Shellfire dragon and being found burned and bleeding on his doorstep, but patient.
Viggo doesn’t answer and that feels like an answer enough.
He thought of coming here, retrieving the Dragon-Eye, and solidifying this sudden alliance with the Dragon Riders. They did just spent weeks helping him heal, all the while cleaning up the mess the Hunters had made of their island, their volcano in particular. The earth rumbles ever so often, the mountain is angry. Yet, despite this impossible problem, Hiccup still spent his nights keeping Viggo company. And a clean slate deserves to be commemorated with an artifact.
But now that they’re here, nearing the top, he feels unwell.
There’s this disconnection that he can’t quite explain. He’s in his body, watching through his own eyes, yet doesn’t feel like a part of himself and it’s a truly dizzying experience. He feels faint, his reality a stranger to him.
He must wear a look that says as such, Hiccup grows worried.
“Okay, you know what?” He starts, “how about we go back down and enjoy a nice lunch instead? Odinn knows it took me a long time to return to where I lost my leg.”
A chuckle leaves him, but Viggo finds himself not noticing, much like how he didn’t hear his question just moments earlier.
Grabbing him by the arm, Hiccup isn’t giving him any choice. He pulls Viggo back down with him again, Toothless following close behind. The Dragon-Eye will have to wait for another day.
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howifeltabouthim · 4 months
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. . . I realized that true power came from not caring about anyone.
Lisa Taddeo, from Animal
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I became unreachable to those who had all access & abused it.
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holdonhali · 3 months
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I don’t think this is working out
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skycita · 4 months
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Now I suddenly saw Habit in a completely new perspective. Until now I had considered it above all as a negative force suppressing the originality and even our awareness of our perceptions; now I saw it as a fearsome goddess, so attached to us, with her inscrutable face so grafted on to our hearts that if she detaches herself and turns away from us, this deity, whose presence we were barely able to discern, inflicts upon us the most terrible suffering, and then she is as cruel as death.
from In Search of Lost Time, Book 6: The Fugitive by Marcel Proust
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brownsugar4hersoul · 28 days
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I never said it was easy to find your place in this world. But I’m coming to the conclusion that if you seek to please others, you will forever be changing because you will never be yourself. Only fragments of someone you could be. You need to belong to yourself, & let others belong to themselves too. You need to be free & detached from things & your surroundings. You need to build your home in your own simple existence, Not in friends, lovers, your career or material belongings, Because these are things you will lose one day. That’s the natural order of this world. This is called the practice of detachment.
” | Charlotte Eriksson |, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: In search for The Great Perhaps
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mnbmland · 6 months
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MATURE VERSION HERE
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neet-chan · 1 year
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ngl it is seriously really sad watching old anime i grew up with and seeing all the fanservice provided by underaged characters, like i really didnt think much of this as a child obv
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howifeltabouthim · 2 years
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'Haven't you any feelings?' 'Not at the moment. I've switched off my feelings. If I had feelings now I'd be screaming.'
Iris Murdoch, from The Philosopher’s Pupil
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