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visiosatanae · 6 months
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Branded
Ficlet below the cut, please mind the warnings 🔞❗
This involves exactly what the picture implies, so please do not read any further if you aren't a fan of graphic depictions of torture and violence. Needless to say, MDNI
The room was cold when you finally came to, the sweat beading up on your skin now freezing. Your head hurt, a throbbing ache still pounding behind your eyes. Your body was upright, arms raised above your head but you found you couldn't move. Panic began its course as you realized you were completely devoid of clothing, vulnerable to the draft of this makeshift dungeon. You couldn't remember how you got here, only that the Cardinal had requested your presence urgently before-
The Cardinal…
Shakily you craned your head to look around the room. There were no windows and the walls and floor were stone, suggesting you were underground. The only light came from a few wall sconces and the fireplace crackling away in the corner with what looked like a rack of fire pokers next to it. In front of you was a table filled with surgical instruments and knives. You struggled with your binds, the metal around your wrists and ankles groaning against the frame you were attached to. 
"Ah, it seems the puttana has awoken." A chill ran up your spine, freezing at the sound of the Cardinal's voice from behind you. "Did you get your beauty sleep, cara?" 
"Why did you take me?" Your voice is hoarse. "I didn't do anything to you, Cardinal." You hear him stand from wherever he was sitting, slowly and methodically making his way towards you. 
"Our Dark Lord may be the father of all lies, Sorella, but that doesn't mean you are allowed to lie to me." He tuts, finally coming into view. He wore his red cassock, his usual biretta nowhere to be seen. 
You try to wrack your brain for any clue as to what he's talking about, but you can think of nothing. "Your Eminence, I don't know-"
You felt his hand around your face, the soft leather of his gloves digging into your cheeks and stopping you from speaking. His heterochromatic eyes pierced yours, as if trying to discern something behind them. After a moment he released you, your jaw aching. 
"I guess you really don't understand." He mused to himself, making his way towards the fireplace. You watched him warily. Rumors around the ministry warned of the Cardinal having a foul temper and unpredictable nature. And it seemed you were inadvertently on the receiving end of his ire. "Tell me, how do you feel about Brother Sebastian?" 
A pang of fear shot through you at the name. "He's a friend. We have a class together and we talk sometimes." You tried to keep your voice from shaking. "Please don't hurt him, he hasn't done anything." 
"He touched what is mine," the Cardinal snapped, voice firm and cold. He then bent to pick up something from the fire; another poker you must have missed. But as he turned around you could see it wasn't just an implement for stoking the fire. The end was flat and red hot, two backwards C's glowing in curling metal script. 
"As a boy, I had a habit of coveting things that were mine, or what I wanted to be mine." You felt yourself pale, eyes widening as he stepped closer. He inspected its fiery glow, ensuring the temperature was even throughout. "I learned that the only way to keep the other children away from my things was to mark it as such. Pen was much too easy to rub or scratch off, so I began to carve instead." You couldn't help but eye the table of knives and scalpels. He looked thoughtful as he reminisced. "But in the end, I found that branding was the quickest and most effective method. Even to this day." His eyes flicked to yours and your heart stopped under his gaze. 
He came closer still and your brain finally put the pieces together, your head shaking and your breath quickening. “Please, please no, please no…” Your pleas trailed off as he held the brand close to you. You could feel the heat emanating off of it even though it was still inches away. He reveled in the look of absolute terror on your face. “You’re insane,” you spat, your fear reducing your ability to speak rationally. 
“Tell you what, cara,” he ignores your words, “I’ll let you pick the next one, hm?”
“The next?” You felt lightheaded. 
“Si,” he nodded. “I have quite the collection. You didn’t expect just one, did you?” You wanted to throw up as he brought the red hot metal lower, hovering below your waist. “But the first choice is mine, as are you.”
A scream echoed within the walls of the nearly barren room, your throat beginning to burn but not as much as your skin. The Cardinal pressed the brand firmly to your thigh, holding it in place with a gloved hand to ensure the mark was as perfect as possible. It felt like forever before the iron was removed, the smell of burning flesh churning your stomach. Even at the awkward angle you could see you were branded as his, the letters “CC” marking your thigh forever in a blistering burn. 
The Cardinal eyed his handiwork, seeming satisfied with how it turned out. You shrieked as the leather of his gloves brushed your tender skin, his fingers caressing what he had done. Hot tears ran down your face with a sob, the pain already beginning to break you. With a smile he patted your face. 
“We are not done yet, dolcezza,” he said, walking back towards the rack of branding irons. 
“Please.” Your whisper still echoed in the room. “Please have mercy, Your Eminence.” 
“Sweet Sorella,” he cooed, picking out another design. “Mercy is for those who worship God. And as you well know, He does not step foot here…” 
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rosalie-starfall · 29 days
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Ostara & Media Happy Easter
American Gods - Come to Jesus
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park-chan-yall · 4 months
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It always ends the same...
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jianghuchild · 5 months
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One more day until @lbfad-minibang posting starts!! In anticipation, here's the synopsis for A Dream of Golden Millet.
Chun Shisan, a spider immortal in Shuiyuntian, has had enough of her emperor. Yunzhong Jun suffocates the life out of the heavens, unbending and unyielding in his absolute power. In the mortal world, Pu Songming is a young and idealistic scholar with nary a shadow of his celestial self. When Chun Shisan sent Yunzhong Jun to the mortal realm, it was with every intention of giving him a taste of his own medicine.  Except we all know how this story goes. And it can’t end well.
(fic will be posted in three parts every Friday from Dec 8 to Dec 22)
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simplyavatrice · 1 year
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so i finally went ahead and made an actual fandom related twitter if you want to follow me over there - it’s very bare bones atm
i’ll probably still stick to this as my primary spot, but why not branch out?
https://twitter.com/simplykorra1
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adhd-merlin · 9 months
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hihi :) idk if you're still doing the rarepair asks, but for your consideration:
mithian/morgana
first, the enemies to lovers potential is fantastic. i know they only had one episode where they actually interacted, but it could work! unlike morgause, morgana doesn't seem to derive too much pleasure from dealing with greasy warlords; i feel like she has much more fun with other women - particularly those from the 'good' (non-magic) side. it's the whole kind of control/corruption kink with her, if she can turn them to her side, even forcefully or for a short time, she gets quite a bit of satisfaction from that.
plus, mithian at that point is kind of similar to gwen: she's kind, courageous, and was once involved with arthur; so i feel like morgana would also be interested in her because of that. and then you have that one scene of mithian being kind of worried about morgana because using her magic is hurting her, could also be translated (in the realms of fanfic) to mithian being attracted to morgana but fighting it. them being together would be toxic as anything, but it would be hot, that's all i'm saying.
(plus if you threw in gwen, like say gwen went to nemeth after being exiled and her and mithian got involved, that would be a whole other dynamic) - i could go on but i'll stop here :)
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incredibly rare, extremely precious. only for the refined taste of the fandom connoisseur
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goingnearlyinsane · 2 months
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im MLM but in like a lesbian way you feel me
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pap03 · 2 years
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Okay final one of these I'm going to promote (for now)
Have you ever read a Doe/Human kiss?
(Probably considering that you found this but play along for the bit) No?
Would you like to?
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ivymarquis · 2 years
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me: giggling like an absolute schoolgirl on my way to read @gaeadene‘s (Break You In Slow) because god damn A/B/O and Jadita is just god tier and I am Not Ready
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just-spacetrash · 3 months
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the 'what if you played it a little risky' post literally Changed my life but i cant fujkign find it in my blog because its. a tiktok screenshot
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riacte · 5 months
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not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]
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goatsorcery · 1 year
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im so done with seeing articles about kids and screen time that doesnt mention parent behaviors even once. “kids are always on their phones” so are the parents! which the kids look to for how they should behave! ipad babies didn’t chose to only play on their ipads, thats what their parents gave them!
an anecdotal example: when i was a kid, all my parents would do in their minimal free time was watch tv and then they would be surprised when in my sister and i’s minimal free time we would also only watch tv/play video games. they scolded us for not reading books, but they never read books. they scolded us for not going outside but they never went outside.
“kids are always on their damn phones” my mom is in her 60s and opens up candy crush anytime she’s sitting — it isnt just the kids
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atissi · 3 months
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i don't really like when people say dungeon meshi is accidentally good autistic representation, because while i understand not wanting to make conclusions without explicit confirmation from the author, there's always the weird assumption that non-western authors somehow don't know about things like neurodivergency/queerness/etc. (on top of the assumptions that east asian authors are somehow more naive or oblivious to "western" social issues).
given that dungeon meshi started being published in 2014, it's not really a "work belonging to its times"—it's as contemporary as any other media we discuss on this site, which means it should be fair to assume it engages with contemporary topics (and at the very least, you shouldn't say that the representation is accidental with so much confidence)
but anyways, the chapter "perfect communication" in ryoko kui's "terrarium in a drawer" is some of the most straightforward autistic representation I've seen, and from now on I'm going to assume that laios's character writing is absolutely intentional in that regard:
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lucdoodle · 2 months
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thought that one Alastor scene would look cool in comic lettering, so i drew this
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goldensunset · 8 months
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advice i think we should tell children is that when adults say stuff like ‘now that i’m an adult i get really excited about stuff like coffee tables and bathrooms and rugs etc’ they don’t mean ‘and now i don’t care about blorbo and squimbus from my childhood tv shows anymore’ bc your average adult still loves all the same pop culture stuff they always did; they just have a greater appreciation for the mundane as well. growing up just means you can enjoy life twice as much now. you can get really excited about a new stuffed animal AND about a new kitchen sponge. peace and love
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marypsue · 5 months
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Keep seeing that post where OP starts like 'Thinking about...grieving the undead' and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.
All respect, that's an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read 'grieving the undead'.
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