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[rosamygale]

WHAT KIND OF SERVICES DOES ONIGASHIMA’S RED DISTRICT OFFER?

(TW; This headcanon contains suggestive topics as well as immoral implications)

Contrary to what many believed at first, Black Maria does not settle with physical contact for his clients. Beyond just touch, she has learned that there is more than one way to bring pleasure. 

The use of the Illusion Mist can bring to life the greatest fantasies of those who have come to her. Whether it’s the one that got away, a long lost lover or an idolised presence, her abilities have helped her beloved customers fulfill their cravings for a person.

Black Maria couldn’t care less for what goes on in those men and women’s illusions. Her brothel is a safe place for lust and pleasure in all its shapes and the depravation in the Beast Pirates’ minds shall be kept to one else than themselves.

[xnsaniam]

here’s a fun alice headcanon that absolutely no one asked for!

her mother was carrying alice’s younger twin siblings when she sacrificed herself to protect small, five year old alice! had her mother ended up living, alice would have become the big sister of a little sister and a little brother

bonus points! their names would’ve been charles and cassandra

[irritableteadrinkersarchive]

   Daddy Simon hasn’t finished with you yet..

[the-paradox-of-escaping]

my mental health is in fucking shambles again and I don’t even know what to do anymore. I can’t breathe. 

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Have you ever questioned whether something you saw was real or not?

    “All the time! Though whether that’s due to the drugs or not, I dunno. Most days don’t even feel real to me. So there’s probably a lot of things I’ve seen that haven’t been real. I just don’t question it anymore.”

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4. Self harming

   Dull eyes watched the blood trickle down the side of his arm; barely even able to feel the pain through his drunken state. Then again, his pain threshold had always been very high. Why was he even doing this? To feel something in his dull and numb life? Even pain didn’t seem to stimulate him anymore.

   Well, that’s what you get after downing a bottle of whiskey. Maybe he should cut back…

   The thought of being sober wasn’t a feeling Simon wanted anytime soon. He wasn’t even aware of Alex’s presence as he pressed the sharp edge of one of his keys into the already nasty looking gash. Wondering how far he could sink the metal in before he could actually feel something. 

   He hated this. Wanting to be numb to the world; but at the same time desperately wanting to feel something. It played tricks on his already troubled mind. 

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"I'm not going to kill you. Not yet." @cxrpusvile

  How?

  How could he let this happen again?

  Yet again he found himself tied to this chair. Yet again he found himself at the mercy of the man before him. Yet again he was completely helpless.

  Was he really that pathetic? Simon came here for answers. He wanted - no needed - to know why. Why Oliver… did this to him. To his family. What they could have possibly done to deserve such a fate. It had eaten away at him. To the point his mind was slowly beginning to un-ravel with each passing day.

  The ropes keeping him trapped upon the chair dug into his skin, though the discomfort was nothing to him. He didn’t even bother to struggle; knowing full well how secure the knots were. This wasn’t his first time after all. Part of him had hoped Oliver would simply make this quick. Put an end to his suffering.

  But he wasn’t so lucky.

  “Not… not yet?” He murmured; voice hoarse and quiet. His muscles tensed briefly as his mind began to race again. Thoughts, feelings, memories. Of back then. Simon tried to push them back, clenching his eyes shut for a moment as those screams echoed through his mind. As if he was hearing them all over again. Not now… he couldn’t break down now.

  Not in front of him.

  “Why did you do it..?” He murmured; briefly glancing up towards Oliver. But Simon found himself quickly looking away, not being able to keep eye contact. Pathetic. Teeth clamped down upon his lip as Simon felt his body beginning to tremble. Whether it was out of fear or sorrow, Simon couldn’t tell. Keep it together. “Maria… Rebecca… they didn’t- they didn’t deserve that. They didn’t-”

   Oh God… he could feel himself slowly losing it. Simon tried his hardest to keep control. To keep some form of self. Part of him didn’t think Oliver would answer him. Or give him a straight answer. And that only frustrated him the more. Maybe he should have gone straight for the kill. Not give the other man a chance.

   But he needed to know.

   Simon had to.