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Salome, 30s, he/him. Teaching men to desire death carnally since 2010. Minors DNI. (Profile pic by the amazing @scarletfish8eta)

[salomeslashes]

Salome: An Introduction

Hi All! This is primarily a VERY DARK kink blog, but also of interest to certain whump enjoyers. Don't hesitate to let me know if you'd like me to tag something and I will do my utmost to do so.

Writing masterlists are at the bottom of this post.

Silly blog= @salomemes

Non-horny sideblog= @actnormalsalome

A03 = somethingsalome

My gorgeous icon was created by @scarletfish8eta and I love it so much. SO much.

Info below the cut.

Hello! I'm Salome. I like reading, writing, knitting, memes, and cold blooded, sadistic [imaginary] murder. I am 35 years old, transmasc (he/him), and polyamorous.

Common personal tags:

"salome speaks" (personal ramblings)

"fievelposting" (posts regarding my localish partner)

"harleyposting" (posts regarding my far away partner)

"miaposting" (posts regarding my Canadian masochist friend)

I am very friendly, for an absolute monster, and my inbox is always open for tomfoolery! I was on Tumblr for a number of years then vanished and came back to the same URL before switching, so if my name sounds familiar you probably knew me when.

Happy to chitty chat all day long about whatever.

Here are some bullet lists of things my writing will and will not contain, followed by a masterlist of masterlists.

Things I love:

Blood and gore (I wanna see what your insides look like).

Cannibalism.

Dismemberment, decapitation, disemboweling. (Basically my "Live Laugh Love" tbh.)

Captivity.

Noncon/dubcon (sexual or nonsexual).

Murders and executions.

Helpless, terrified victims.

Things I'm curious about or want to write more of:

Choose your own adventure stories.

Fantasy worlds.

Ongoing series (I have way too many ideas).

Soft limits (may be included but very unlikely):

Female victims with male aggressors.

Hard limits (you will never see them here):

Violence involving minors.

Scat.

Animal abuse.

WRITING MASTERLISTS:

Stories on my old blog (Some are not well tagged, and some will be moved over here eventually. But yeah. Enjoy?)

Snips and Snaps (drabbles, etc.)

Shorts (Stand alone shorts, exactly what it sounds like.)

Boss (defunct series)

Expendables (ongoing series)

[empty-sigh]

don’t call me or send me voice msgs cause I will get hard just from the sound of your voice

[yellowmotorola]

(sexting) i’m so fucking scared of you

[goth-queen]

[philiatrix]

Please answer quickly it's kinda time sensitive

Alt version on Bsky

[beastliness]

fixing you to prevent decay, removing any water contained in you, replacing the water with paraffin, cutting you into very thin sections using my microtome, placing you on glass slides, staining you using various dyes to reveal your specific tissue components, and holding you in place with a glass cover slip

[salomeslashes]

Well, Fievel is sick. Which means it's time for me to intentionally remind myself that it's "Fievel gets quiet when he's not feeling well" (which is a known and established pattern) and not "this is it, I finally ruined everything" (which has not been the case any of the other times, so why would it now?)

[salomeslashes]

He's still not feeling well, but he has been occasionally talking to me. To the point that I hadn't really fallen into paranoia at all by the time, a few minutes ago, that he sent a message apologizing for being unresponsive.

[angel-in-your-basement]

Having a crush on someone when you have fucked up kinks is so embarrassing bc you’re just like “wow they’re so cute I want them to get off on the way I cry while they fuck me”

[angel-in-your-basement]

Also highly recommend looking thru the reblogs on this one cause so many people add their own versions, and the dom / sadist versions especially just fuckin tickle me. I love y’all bunch of perverts

[angel-in-your-basement]

You folks get me

[angel-in-your-basement]

Having a crush on someone when you have fucked up kinks is so embarrassing bc you’re just like “wow they’re so cute I want them to get off on the way I cry while they fuck me”

[salomeslashes]

Oh god yeah same but opposite. Very "wow, they're so cute I wonder what they'd look like sobbing in obvious pain and distress"

[salomeslashes]

I don't remember if I've said this on here before but for those of you who've seen The Santa Clarita Diet (which I HIGHLY recommend, it's hilarious) Fievel sometimes reminds me of Joel (Timothy Olyphant's character) not because they look alike but because I find parallels in how Joel is horrified yet accepting of Sheila's new....dietary requirements. Of course Joel is exceedingly squicked out. OF COURSE he would rather she eat regular food instead of dead humans. But she's his wife, goddamnit, and he loves her, even when he would rather not consider the actual specifics of her hungers. Similarly, Fievel cares about me and supports me even though he doesn't really like to consider the specifics of my hungers.

I have told him this, by the way. His response has been, predictably, to say "oh dear" in a very small and concerned voice and then not bring it up again.

[starlit-hopes-and-dreams]

Hello. I have an idea for trope I'd like to see- can I get hand whump? Ideally with a side of sadistic whumper and possibly visible finger bones and things ruined beyond repair?

Alternatively anything involving gore and a mirror. Gore and mirrors are brilliant combinations.

Thank you. :)

- @for-the-ouchies

Thanks for the ask, @for-the-ouchies! From this ask game.

Sorry it took so long, I had to write this (and it ended up being an almost 3k long full chapter for the sequel I'm working on, so thank you for that too! :D)

This scene is from Shattered Soul (wip intro link). I cut it down as much as I could while still keeping all the hand content, but it's still a bit longer than my other snippets. Hope you don't mind. It's also relatively unedited, as I just finished writing the last part of it today lol.

Whump Tropes: Hand whump

Contents: male whumpee drugged for obedience, royal male whumper, sadistic whumper, defiant whumpee, hand whump, knife whump, threatened amputation, a broken metatarsal, unedited, 1461 words

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT: forced self harm, gore involving blood, flayed skin, and visible finger bones (i'm so fucking serious here okay 😅)

*note: no amputation or fingernail whump is involved*

~~~

“Your left hand. Cut it.” 

Serin eyed the prince warily. There was a lot of leeway in that command. But he didn’t want him to get any ideas, so he didn’t hesitate to drag the blade across the palm of his left hand. Blood welled inside his clenched fist.

“Show me.” The prince leaned across the table to grab hold of Serin’s offered hand, then probed the open wound with his finger. 

Gods. Serin hissed when the bastard pulled at the edges, widening the slice like he wanted to look inside it or something. 

Marcus hummed, then placed Serin’s hand flat on the table. “Not bad, but not good enough, either. I want to see your bones.” 

Serin snatched his hand back, holding it close to his chest. What the fuck?

Marcus raised his eyebrows, then shook his head, looking amused. “Hand down flat.” 

The need to get away pulsed through him, but he was stuck in the chair, stuck holding the dagger, stuck pressing his hand to the table, stuck obeying whatever fucked up shit came out of that sick fuck’s mouth. 

“I want to see bone,” that sick fuck said. “So get to cutting. Oh, and no screaming.” 

Serin’s stomach bottomed out as the hand holding the dagger hovered over the other. 

He was gonna have to cut, but where? And to the bone? Oh gods. 

His resolve wavered for a moment, and the knife dipped, the tip digging into the back of his hand. He regained control just in time to avoid slicing it open. It was gonna happen, he just needed a moment to decide… 

“Any day now,” Marcus said indolently as he leaned back in his chair. “Or I'll choose.” 

A finger would be safest. He'd seen how much trouble Alaia'd had after her hands had been stabbed through. And he'd like to keep the function of his. 

The blade was carving into the side of his forefinger before he'd even finished the thought. He sucked in shocked breath, then purposely pushed harder as he dragged the knife down. Tears sprang to his eyes, and blood pooled beneath his hand, but gods, he didn't want to have to do it again. This had to be deep enough. 

The pain spilling out of his finger took over his mind. His breathing turned shaky, his throat tight with cries he couldn’t emit. 

It was done faster than he was prepared for. 

The dagger clattered to the table, and he clapped his hand over the wound to stem the bleeding. Why was it bleeding so much? It was just a finger. 

The prince clucked his tongue. “You know better. I want to see the bone, Serin. Show me.” 

Serin glared through his tears. It was hard to see anything through that much blood. But forced obedience had him holding up his hand. And when Marcus said he still couldn’t see, forced obedience had him pulling the edges of the wound apart. He hissed through clenched teeth, shaking so much he almost missed the flash of white. 

But he didn’t. Command fulfilled, he was finally able to clutch his hand to his chest, where he pressed the throbbing appendage into his shirt. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Boring.” Marcus crossed his arms over his chest and tilted the chair back, rocking on its back legs. “Do another one.” 

What? No! 

His body didn’t listen, of course, and he gasped when the knife dragged through the inside of his middle finger. A steady whine emerged from his throat in lieu of the screaming he wasn’t allowed to do. 

He didn’t get a chance to regroup when that one was done. Marcus didn’t even ask to see it, just compelled Serin to slit open another finger, and another. 

Each successive cut was more jagged than the last, and more painful for it, because he couldn’t hold the blade steady anymore. No command could stem his body’s reaction to the shock of the pain. 

The prince had leaned forward at some point and was now idly drawing shapes in the spreading puddle of Serin’s blood. “Should we do something special for the thumb? What do you think?” 

Serin rocked in place and tried not to look at his mutilated hand. He couldn’t think past the ringing in his ears. Couldn’t answer him even if he could, not without express permission. 

Something wet hit his face. He blinked through the black spots dancing in his vision just in time for Marcus to flick more blood at his face. 

“Answer me when I ask you a question,” he said darkly once he had his attention. 

It took Serin a couple tries to get words out instead of muted whimpers. The only pulse in his whole body was in his hand. “I think… should… go fuck…” 

Yourself, he finished in his head. He’d accidentally looked at his hand and had to snap his mouth closed when his stomach lurched. So much blood, and the gaping flaps of flesh, and… he swallowed and looked away again.

“With your thumb?” Marcus screwed up his face, which was not the pissed-off reaction Serin had anticipated. “You could fuck yourself with it, I guess. Are you saying you want to cut it off? Because it sounds like you’re saying you want to cut it off.” 

Oh fuck. “No!” Serin had never spit out a denial so fast. He swallowed again when the room tilted around him. 

“No passing out,” Marcus said, narrowing his eyes. 

Serin laughed soundlessly. He couldn’t order that. Thank fuck. 

Looking annoyed, he tried again. “Take some deep breaths.” 

That, however, he could order. Serin took the liberty of closing his eyes while his body did things without his permission, and the prince allowed it. Gods, it hurt. It hurt enough that he was having trouble imagining how it could get worse, but he was sure it could. 

If there are any gods left who listen, please don’t let him cut my fingers off. 

~~~

Serin wasn't sure if he could credit the gods, but he did still have his fingers. 

They hurt so badly that he wasn't sure that was a good thing. 

Marcus had him cut into the back of his hand instead. And when his commands were no longer enough to get his body to function, he took over. 

Serin wondered if it had been like this for Alaia. Restrained, watching a sadistic monster carve into their flesh again and again. He envied her the ability to scream, although she'd grown quiet at some point. 

His thoughts bounced around in the fog that clouded his mind. He would probably be at the no-screaming point now. He was only upright because he'd been ordered to sit that way. 

Bloody fingers snapped in front of his face, and he blinked. Fresh tears spilled as he did. The pain in his hand had merged, a caustic fire that had spread all the way up his arm. 

“Look at your hand,” Marcus commanded. A small, satisfied smile curved his lips, and Serin shuddered. 

He had no choice but to do as he was told. Saliva flooded his mouth when he took in the ruin of his hand; he swallowed convulsively in a desperate attempt not to vomit. The last thing he wanted to do was jar his arm. 

The skin on the top of his hand had been peeled back in strips, exposing everything beneath.

The prince dabbed at the pooled blood with a cloth, and the bones gleamed for a moment before the red washed over them once more. “Figured it’d be a straight shot to the bones from the back, but there was some stringy stuff underneath that might’ve been important.” 

With no small amount of horror, Serin watched his fingers collapse from their extended position as soon as the prince lifted his hand to demonstrate. And while he could move his fingers inward on command, he couldn’t straighten them back out. 

“Guess it was. Huh.” Marcus dropped Serin’s hand and picked the dagger back up, studying the edge. 

Serin’s vision blacked out when his hand hit the table. His scream lodged in his throat, forceful enough that he breached his enforced silence with a high-pitched squeaking sound. 

“Oh please,” Marcus said. “You want something to actually scream about?” 

Nononono. Serin’s sweaty hair glued itself to his face when he frantically shook his head. 

The prince smirked and slammed the handle of the dagger down on his exposed bone. 

Crack

Blood sprayed out in an arc, and the middle bone visibly splintered. 

Serin’s throat felt so, so tight, and his body shook uncontrollably. Marcus’ smug grin wavered in his red-stained vision, at least until the black crept in. 

He was still trying to scream as he fell into it.

~~~

Snippet masterlist

[stlamb]

[salomeslashes]

YIPPEE!!! I sorted out my finances and am going to Canada in July! I am gonna bite so many pretty people.

[0kawawebster]

i dream about bending you over my knee and fucking you with a 12 inch kitchen knife

[ontologicallyeviluke]

I really want to touch every part of him from the inside out and I want to violate every part of him and I want it to hurt... I want to pull open his ribcage and reach inside and I want to pull his whole body apart and touch everything. I want to touch the underside of his skin and his muscles and his bones, I want to touch his intestines and I want to break open his skull...

[twinktorturer]

the most sexual emotion a man can feel is fear

[browsingfreakshit]

Now why would Tumblr user twinktorturer say something like this

[christclown]

These cuffs that keep a sub on tip toes are my current obsession

They're sure to make any chase short :)

[christclown]

I've watched porn less suggestive than this technical description of a 3d print