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terrence-silver · 8 months

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Terry getting jealous of a guy Beloved meets at a gala, or literally anywhere lol. I’d like to see him getting overprotective and angry 🤭

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During the afterparties of black tie events, all the gamblers tend to come out.

Champagne is copious and the podium contains ice sculptures and pyramids made out of filled liquor glasses trickling down, like a sparkling fountain. The jazz is loud and blaring as nightgowns shimmy back and forth on the shiny podium. Laughter resonates across the gold lit, music-filled hall of the Ritz's lushly carpeted Banquet Room. A wooden, dark mahogany roulette wheel spins with a gaggle of curious gawking eyes following it's circular motion like a hypnotic carousel and you make yourself at ease in the crowd. When Terry tends to leave, he tends to leave for but a second. His absences as short as they can be and the presence of his vice grip, or at least the shadow of it, so poignant, that even when he's gone, you feel like he's right beside you, lingering to the point you barely even notice you joined the company of people looking at the roulette wheel and that someone was addressing you. -"Wanna help me with a lucky number?"- The suited up man next to the dealer asks, the frilly collar of his black bow tie untied and disheveled. He seemed like he had a couple of extra drinks from the champagne pyramid tonight. You aim for the political correctness of politeness regardless.

-"Oh, I'd rather not. Don't want to be responsible if you hit a losing number."-

You try, apologetically, to shake him off and being as nice as you could about it. Really, in all honesty, the last thing you wanted was to irk an inebriated man in spite of the security detour at all exits or in equal measure be responsible for him throwing money out the window at your personal suggestion. He gives you a lingering look, up and down, like he was assessing you. -"You're Silver's, right?"- He asks, slurring a little and my god, was it that obvious? Like it was stamped on your forehead. The fact is almost amusing. You chuckle. Terry would feel proud at that one, especially considering the possessive noun that was attached to the state of belonging to Silver. -"You know him?"- You inquire, more with the objective of making small talk for its own sake than anything else. -"Who doesn't, c'mon. He's bigger than the economy of Denmark."- The man shakes his head and you quite honestly don't know what to say to that, not wanting to chortle in front of a drunk man, even though, admittedly, the statement was funny was much as it was undoubtedly true. -"So? Suggestion? From a friend's friend to another friend? I can handle a bit of losing, promise."- You sigh at his insistence, capitulating. You supposed it was partially your fault for deciding to tune out from the party in front of the crowded roulette wheel table of all places, but you digressed. -"Okay, if you absolutely insist then; Black. Twenty eight."- You shake your head, managing a harmless smile, watching the man place his bet on the smooth green layout in front of the dealer. The wheel spins.

You nearly jump out of your skin when you feel a familiar arm.

Terry's finger's sneaking themselves around your waist from behind.

-"Quit while you're ahead, Al, all the best gamblers do."-

You feel his chuckle against the back of your spine as he addresses the slightly tipsy guy and you feel instantly relieved and in equal measure, tense. Something about Terry addressing people with sayings and proverbs always carried the scent of danger about it. Like he was giving them an artificially kind piece of life advice with a double meaning before encouraging them to drink some Arsenic. -"Terry! How are you!"- The titular Al extends his hand across the table of chips and dices, shaking hands ardently while Terry's other free arm was promptly slung around you. You knew his penchant for jealousy and you genuinely hoped that you being accidentally (and involuntarily) chatted up by a drunk guy at a party full of people with champagne glasses in their hands wouldn't induce any of his envy, but watching their friendly exchange, you count your blessings. Yeah, they were probably just acquittances and everything was fine. -"I imagine it's my lucky night tonight! I had your lovely companion giving me tips."- Al clarifies gesturing at you, downing a straight shot of Cognac like it was water. Lovely. He called you lovely. You nearly bite your tongue imagining what was going on in the back of Terry's head, envisioning the grinding wheels.

His grip around you tightens seamlessly.

-"Since I see you're already introduced, I might wanna give you your next one."-

Terry's all charm and all smiles, but you sense a backhanded sort of politeness and veiled hostility in that statement, looking around the crowd, wondering if any of the energized faces focusing on the game noticed, finding they were fading into a blur of euphoria. -"Your turn, sir."- The dealer suited up with white gloves announces and you really wanted to get away from this table; while you were never a fan of chatty drunks and you made an endeavor to avoid them and be tactical with them if you could, you didn't exactly think they deserved some terrible fate befalling them merely for making the mistake of speaking to you. Terry did, though. That's exactly what worried you. -"Hit me, baby!"- Al excitedly slaps his hands together, ready for the next round. -"Oh, I'll hit you alright, pal."- Terry interjects and at that point, the alarms are off in your head. God, god, god, no, please. Nothing about those words was actually amicable or well intentioned as they seemed. You feel Terry's fingers practically dig into the fabric of your attire, squeezing. -"Red, twenty eight."- As promised, Terry makes his suggestion, leaning over to Al and dealer, taking note of it, spins the wheel. The dice turns and turns, until it lands on the wrong number and Al throws hands back, disappointed and making no effort to hide it. In fact, his emotional outburst was colorful enough to have people staring. -"Oh, man! Seriously!"-

-"Told you to quit while you're ahead."-

Terry jokes and at that point, you're officially numb with anxiety.

What was he planning?

-"Oh, brother. I need a drink. They're taking the fucking skin off my back."-

Al swipes an exasperated hand through his hair, stumbling backwards and turning around, heading for the bar, the crowd starting to whisper, alerted by his loud display of obscenities. Terry was doing this on purpose. He was, wasn't he? Smoothly talking this guy into acting out and embarrassing himself. -"What are you doing?"- You demand, furiously, whispering into Terry's ear, irked and annoyed once he responds by snuggling closer until his cheek is practically pressed against yours in a possessive, jealous display. No. Seriously. This had to stop. Now. -"The dealer owes me a favor and the owner of the establishment is an old friend."- Terry coos and of course he had connections at places like this. The aforementioned dealer meets his gaze and they nod at each other in mutual understanding and you gulp, feeling uneasy. -"He lost ten thousand dollars because of you, Terry!"- You seethe, whispering. -"So? The price he pays for looking at you like you're something to devour."- He's drunk, you yearn to retort swiftly. He's looking at everyone and everything like it's something to devour. Time's short, though and Al comes waddling back to the roulette table, a fresh drink in hand. Oh, for the love of god. Terry's arm around you is in a vice grip at that point, holding you in place. You dig your fingers into his wrist, but he doesn't budge. You swear you hear him chuckle, in fact. -"Okay, I feel hot!"- Al shouts with a newfound hope for winning and Terry strategically leans over, whispering the next number. -"Black twenty two."- You hear Terry mutter and you dig your nail into his arms, fidgeting to the side, trying to get him to leave this nonsense behind. The wheel spins and Al looses again.

-"No! Seriously!? Again!? Come the fuck on!"- He yells.

You were pretty certain the entire hall was looking at the the man at that point.

-"Terry..."- You try, silently, almost begging, regret lurching in your belly.

-"They're trying to hold an honest gambler down. You gonna stand for that, my man, huh?"-

Terry leans over for, perhaps, the third time in a row, muttering into the man's ear's, dripping in some verbal venom, and it hits you there and then, that to an outsider looking in, it must've seemed like Mr. Silver was trying to de-escalate the situation and talk the guy into calming down, but closely glued to Terry as you were, held unto by his arm, it was blatantly obvious that that meanspirited glint in his eyes was present in his hooded gaze. He was trying to make sure this man gets thrown out of here by security and blacklisted from attending future events, wasn't he?

He was annihilating what he thought was his competition, right?

Of course that's what he was doing.

Terry's hand travels discreetly south until he's touching your thigh and you, in a sense, get your confirmation. He was being territorial. -"Oh brother, the system is fucking rigged! I should've gone to Vegas."- Al starts slurring, antagonized, dropping his drink and spilling half of it over his tuxedo and hissing as a result, throwing his dice aggressively, until it bounced off of the table with a loud clank and landed on the floor. -"They don't want a self-made Industrialist making it big and scoring his slice of the American dream."- Terry quietly encourages, filling this guy's head with conspiracies and you discreetly try to nudge him in the ribs to get him to stop. You got it, okay? You got it! He didn't like people having your attention even if it was for all but five seconds, but this has gone on for too long, with your attempts interrupted by a suited up security detour interrupting he drunken ruckus and placing their hands on the man's shoulders with the intention of leading him outside of the venue, getting his attention with a diplomatic Sir, please, we'll escort you. -"Oh, fuck you, man! Don't touch me!"- He shouts, slinging his shoulder backwards at a futile attempt to throw hands as the security grabbed him, fully willing to drag him, if need be. You cover your mouth with your hand, unable to look at the scene, feeling all of this was your doing. You fault. All of it. Silently, Terry's finger finds your chin and tilts it back, ever so gently, where the gesture might've been mistaken for affection, making you look. -"Let me play! I've a constitutional right to win! The same as those old money Wasps do! Get fucked!"-

The shouting escalates and soon fades.

He's pushed down a back exit somewhere down the corridor.

The hallways echoing with his cussing until it promptly disappears.

The whispering and chatting in the grand hall continues, waiters making rounds.

The gossip making just as many around the stacked bar and the smoking joint.

Terry undoubted got his wish; getting rid of someone who was in your sphere.

Didn't even have to move his tiniest pinkie to achieve that.

-"You did that on purpose. As revenge over him just speaking to me."-

You state the obvious, your voice low and sour. His hand finally lets go of your waist and instead sneaks a feel of your lower back and posterior. You click your tongue, swiftly moving away from the damnable roulette table before he can get too handsy, because the last thing you needed after that circus is him getting horny too, atop of everything, even though you felt it was already too late for that. Him merely influencing someone getting into trouble like this was often enough to get him going, like an aphrodisiac. -"Don't wanna talk smack about him, but old Al's always had a bit of a gambling problem. I had no idea he had a violence problem too."- Terry feigns sympathy peppered with the cutting edge of mockery as he follows suit, behind you, ever the gentleman, adjusting his lapels, his nostrils positively flaring with mirth, leaving you with the only slightest trace of anger in his tone, subdued and buried under layers of sarcasm, coming through like some sort of venomous thing. -"If it puts your mind at ease, I'll have Milos send him a 'Get Well' fruit basket the minute we're outta here."- Terry promises and you were certain he'd do that solely as some sort of elaborate victory dance over some gambling drunk. Worst of all, he'd seem like a nice guy for it. -"Schemer!"- You practically spit when he grabs you ass again and his arms take hold of your shoulders, spinning you around to face him the second you reach a secluded hallway, his eyes close enough to reflect your face back to you like a mirror. -"Oh, deep down, you know you liked it."- He taunts, purring, bearing his teeth in a shark-like smile.

-"You love it when I scheme and don't get caught for it."-

#terry silver #80's terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #tw; manipulation #tw; gaslighting #tw; gambling #tw; jealousy #tw; mindgames #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved

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musemuseum · 3 months

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Grace Wilde

tw; mention of death, gambling addiction

her mother passed during childbirth, leaving her to be raised by her father

her father taught her how to play poker, among other games; in the hopes that they'd be able to play the system

Grace got really good at a young age, which encouraged her father to gamble; leading to a gambling addiction, and many problems for the pair

she doesn't want to leave Las Vegas, but at the same time, she wishes she could; if only to get away from her father and his problems

#grace; head canons #tw; death mention #tw; gambling addiction #tw; gambling

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niftukkun · 3 months

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you've got mail!

#gamble the queue #art #my art #digital art #illustration #artists on tumblr #drawing #fan art #fanart #hermitcraft #hermitcraft fanart #pearlescentmoon #hermitcraft pearl #stars #moth #tw eye imagery

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yxstxrdrxxm · 2 months

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IMAGINE AVENTURINE WHO... (cw: kakegurui au, obsessive gambling, life and death situation/predicament, aventurine's obsessed, unhealthy power dynamic/s between both sides, possessiveness, yandere behavior)

... is well known in Penacony as one of the elite gamblers. AVENTURINE doesn't take a simple bet and runs with it, but makes it clear that if you ever play a game against him, he'll take it up to 10 notches.

... is called the 'compulsive gambler of Penacony', where students shiver at the mention of his name. Often, whoever gambles with him is met with a terrible end, citing that being near him is akin to a death wish with how possessed he acts.

... only desires a challenge. He dislikes gambling for the sake of money or power— he has enough and wants to spend it all until the day he dies. All he wants is the thrill, the one that would push him to the edge, constantly seeking for more.

... is an adrenaline junkie and makes those who goes against him rot in debt, becoming housepets in his journey of finding the one, but he had no luck. A shame, as he's a skilled gambler with many tricks and lady luck constantly gazing on his shoulder— until he met you.

... found you intriguing when you played a game of Craps, and although the stakes were rigged and against you, a newbie, you swept the floor with them and exposed them for their crimes. AVENTURINE found it more amusing when you stated, plain as day, "Those house pets of yours are going to need their lives back when they realize it's been rigged from day one."

... asked the other elites and even the president himself, SUNDAY, if he's ever heard of you. To his surprise, it was like no one has, and SUNDAY comments that AVENTURINE may be up to someone that doesn't exist anywhere. Not in the records, outside, or even the entirety of the country.

... began to become the regular of your regulars; who saw you in your games with others. He saw you win on them, exposing how they have seamlessly won those games despite it being against your favor, and turning it on their heads.

..., after studying your behavior and mannerisms, approached you for a little gamble. It isn't much, as all he wants is simply see what makes you tick.

... leads you into his office and you both take your seats, two sets of cards set in front of you. He even told you that the game you two will be playing is Blackjack— a staple of Penacony, he jokes, but you two know it's a lie.

... tells you that if you win, he'll let you in to the Elites and convince SUNDAY to stop pursuing your missing records. Everyone has been itching to get you to fall from grace, and he isn't letting them get their grimy hands onto your pretty face. Not if he has a say in it. However...

... tells you that if he wins, he'll have you as his personal housepet: a trophy to signify that you have fallen for a man that's feared by many.

... watches with a smile as the cards were taken from both sides, eagerly awaiting for the final verdict between you.

... knew it was only one round. Who knew he only has one chance to finally claim what is his.

... chuckles when he sees the results, his eyes gleaming with the sense of pride— to his loss or yours, no one shall ever know.

@.yxstxrdrxxm | do not republish or repost my works anywhere | 2024

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thatsbelievable · 6 months

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#The Skull Says #skull #skulls #skeleton #skeletons #vertebrae #TW gambling

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hurtthemgently · 6 months

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A game-

Whumper is only gambling money, even when the chips stack up, it’s not much to someone so wealthy.

Whumpee is gambling time. Each chip represents days. Weeks. Months… and they’re loosing.

When the games finally over, whumpee has lost years, to be spent owned by whumper.

#pet whump #gambling tw #whump prompt #whump prompts #whump trope

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kastillia · 8 months

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My love is the killing kind.

#dahlia hawthorne #dahlia fey #ace attorney #trials and tribulations #aa3 #tw/ eye strain #just a little bit #that's not the actual pattern on her dress i just wanted to have some fun #hmmm working with colour pre-edit is always a gamble...#one day i'm gonna run out of dahlia concepts #but until then the yearly tradition continues #my art

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one-time-i-dreamt · 2 years

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I am going to be playing a video game where you gamble against Markiplier. If he wins, you get to beat him up, including shoving the deck of cards up his ass.

#dream #markiplier #game #gaming #gambling #violence tw #physical violence tw

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fawfulydoo · 9 months

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animated commission for Dr. Velveteen on toyhou.se!

#fawfulanimates #animated commission #commission #adobe animate cc #gambling tw #ask to tag

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strawberry-cowmilk · 1 year

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voicemails

-> mc is back in the human world but didn't pick up the phone, so the brothers leave a voicemail

-> brothers x mc

mc's gender is not mentioned, not proof read also kind of trying out a new style hehe

content warnings: kind of angsty maybe, alcohol use, gambling mentions

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Lucifer

'good evening, mc. it is a fine evening here in the devildom, I hope it's the same case with you. I have just returned from a meeting with diavolo, we've had... quite the demonus. however I am by no means drunk. anyways I have actually been listening to the record you got for me, a thoughtful gift indeed. I just have a feeling that... it would sound lots better with you in the chair next to me. (he chuckles) well, there's no helping it. perhaps I have to bring you back to the devildom myself?'

'I was hoping to hear your voice, too bad you didn't pick up the phone. are you perhaps asleep, mc? in that case I shall leave you be. sleep well, mc.'

Mammon

'yo mc, why are you not picking up your phone? I just snuck away from home with mine to talk tp you, you know? ugh... that cocky lucifer and his stupid rules. like what do you mean we gotta take turns calling you? no way, I ain't waiting so long to talk to you! just cause he's the eldest he thinks he's all high and mighty!'

'okay anyways, on with the important stuff! so listen up I called because I scored HUGE at the casino today and you know how I won so much huh? I bet on your favorite number, y'know... cause I miss you and all... (he suddenly coughs) ah wait no what I just said ain't true! I bet on your favorite number cause... well... that was my battery percentage or something...'

'okay anyways mc, you better visit the devildom soon! bye bye! have a good day!'

Leviathan

'um hi what's up? how's the human world? did you get the games and anime I asked you to get yet? I totally can't wait to see what kind of stuff you got over there! oh and I can't wait to show you the newest releases here in the devildom! the latest season of 'I went to the fair a 6km distance from my house with my best friend and pet dog but the manager turned out to be my online gaming buddy' came last week and I binged it all!'

'um (pause) but look I kind of called to tell you... well... you gotta come here fast so we can share the stuff you know? ahh it's no good I can't say it! um well look, I miss you!' (he hangs up suddenly)

Satan

'hello mc, I see you're not picking up your phone. are you busy? listen to this voice message any time you'd like then. I hope the human world is treating you well, it's so different from the devildom after all. well at least you won't have to worry about anyone stealing your soul.'

'exam season at rad just ended, I'm satisfied with most of my scores. I am a little disappointed because of my spells and potions grade, a 83 isn't good enough to me. could it be I was distracted because I miss you? (he sighs) well, one more reason for you to hurry back here. everyone's been fighting over who gets to call you first and all that, it's pissing me off. but I get it, I love hearing your voice. well mc I guess this is it, goodbye for now.'

Asmodeus

'hi mc! finally it's my turn to talk to you, but what's up with not picking up hm? well as long as you promise to call me back later, I don't mind leaving a voicemail for you! did you do anything fun recently? I attended some parties but well, they were kind of boring. or was I just... not feeling it? whatever that doesn't matter, I just wanna see you again! how much longer are you going to stay in the human world? I miss you so so so much!'

'I hope you miss me too. do you miss me? when you call me back you have to answer that question, deal? and if yes you have to visit. there's so much I want to talk to you about, so much I wanna show you! like I made into a magazine, you just have to see it! call soon, okay? I love you.'

Beelzebub

hell's kitchen is having a sale. when you but a cheeseburger you get a second one free. of course I took advantage of the deal and got a lot of cheeseburgers. you should visit soon mc, I want to share my food with you. it tastes better like that.' (you can basically hear him smiling through the phone)

'anyways, everyone misses you. sometimes my brothers get really sad, it's kind of hard to watch sometimes. of course I really miss you too. I think about you every time before I fall asleep. it makes me have good dreams. also my team won another game last night, I wish you could have seen it. well, next time right? bye mc, I hope to talk to you soon.'

Belphegor

'hi mc. how are you doing? I hope you're good. listen I'm on the balcony right now and there's stars in the sky. ugh I hate to be that one cheesy guy in your average romance movie but... the stars look like you. I can see your face in them. nevermind just forget what I said that was really sappy.'

'anyways please call me back, I get that you're probably busy or napping right now but I want to hear your voice. I want to hear how you've been there in the human world, hopefully your weather is nice.'

'well I'm running out of stuff to say, bye mc. call me back.'

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me scenarios #obey me imagines #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #belphegor obey me #beelzebub obey me #gn!mc #obey me angst #tw alcohol #tw gambling

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utdr-stimming · 2 months

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how about a stimboard with the giga spamton neo sprite ? :D so the theme would be all purpley

Giga Spamton Neo stim board!!!

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gojos-thot-patrol · 7 months

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I had a very vivid dream last night that Sukuna and I went to the casino. Not to gamble, but to encourage people who had gambling addictions to "just keep going! Everyone stops now, it's why they haven't won yet. It could be your lucky day, just one more spin" and like...

I kinda can't get over how canon that behavior is

#tw: gambling #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader

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niftukkun · 1 year

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unguided hand, what is your crown?

individual images under the cut! ^_^

meteor, mars the sea, our world, the space between stars ticking time and the tool to cut it short a victor stands, beheld by the court

#gamble the queue #art #my art #digital art #artists on tumblr #fan art #fanart #drawing #inthelittlewood #itlwart #inthelittlewood fanart #traffic life series #limited life smp #martyn inthelittlewood #limlife #tw flashing images #gif #dear fucking augh am i never gonna fucking make a gif again this was such a headache. worth it. but a headache #also funny thing when writing the poem i went hm what rhymes with short and my brain immediately went ah yes. hort

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starlight-bread-blog · 4 months

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Heavy trigger warnings for sa, victim blaming, and gambling addiction.

This is very early on to make a critical meta of Hazbin Hotel, so consider this a contained critique of ep4 alone. And if the show goes in a whole different direction, I'll gladly eat my word.

Angel Dust is Victim Blamed in Ep4

A character doesn't speak for its show, but it seems like they were playing it straight. And they took it too far. Their situations have simularities, but cannot go beyond a small parallel.

Husk had power and but lost it because of his addiction. Now he's stuck serving an overlord. Angel had no power and made one mistake. Now he's getting r*ped and abused. These situations are not the same. Which makes the next bit very distasteful:

No he isn't. He's a sa survivor. That is victim blaming. Making an endearing song about how they're similar where Husk is calling Angel a loser, is straight up victim blaming. What makes this even worse is that Angel is now convinced that he's a loser.

There's another massive issue with framing Angel Dust and Husk as similar, one that I've spotted in Poison as well. I think it's perfectly illustrated here:

But we weren't talking about Angel Dust supposedly having a sex addiction. We were talking about him getting r*ped because of a contract. The show is painting a picture of Angel being drawn to sex work and being a loser for it. Angel Dust's "appletite" is not the issue. He is not the issue.

But looking back at Poison, I don't think this issue stems from comparing Angel to Husk. Because in his own song, he says this:

"Addicted"? What does he mean by that? The feelin' of... getting r*ped?

The show is mixing up a sex addiction with sexual abuse and the implications couldn't be worse. They're making it seem like Angel Dust caused his sexual abuse because he was an addict. Like it's his fault for being "drawn" and I don't know what the intent was, but someone fucked up.

I came into this episode hearing it was insensitive, but coming in with an open mind. I honestly didn't expect victim blaming. I didn't expect sexual abuse to be compared to following orders. I didn't expect a sa survivor getting called a loser. And I didn't expect lines like "I can't help but swallow". Again, if they subvert this, great! I'll be happy. But for now: He didn't cause any of this. He's not a loser.

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