#manipulation tw

[auschizm]

Far too much talk about how "dangerous" psychotic/schizophrenic people are. Far too little talk about how easy it can be for an abuser to take advantage of a person who is already labeled as "crazy". We're usually among the victims - not the perpetrators.

[plushefemme]

naive dispo customer x secret feeder budtender perhaps?? someone pretty new to smoking weed comes in, asking for recommendations. clueless and cute. a perfect victim. cue hot, charming budtender selling them the most couch-locking, munchies-inducing strains, not being completely honest about the effects. customer comes back the next week and laughingly confesses to how much they ate when they were high, unaware of how this is affecting the budtender. gripping the counter, swallowing the saliva pooling in their mouth. customer asks for something a little bit less on the munchies side. budtender nods, smiles, and recommends the opposite. another week goes by. customer comes back and sheepishly divulges that they ate even more. maybe it’s just the way weed affects them. they’re blushing. there’s a glimpse of budding softness, round puffy upper belly, bulging around the waistband of their sweatpants.

the budtender knows this is wrong. they shouldn’t be furiously jerking off in their car on their lunch break thinking about a stranger like this. but if this one didn’t like overeating, why would they keep coming back? why would they insist on waiting to be helped by their favorite employee? why would they become a regular, returning week after week, their trim little athleisure wardrobe rapidly replaced by hoodies and sweatpants, still unable to hide the new roundness around their cheeks and chin? and pretty soon they stop trying to hide it. they start coming in high, holding an enormous fast food soda, unsuccessfully trying to swallow burps behind their hand. eyes half-lidded, forking over cash for whatever the budtender hands them, belly hanging out from under their shirt. their gait has changed. they’re all giggly and slow.

then one day the budtender is smoking outside on their break when the customer walks up. budtender stops them, invites them to come sit in their car and “chat.” which of course means feeding them edibles in between joints until the customer is moaning, mindless, and the budtender can enjoy the fruits of their labor

[faithfullyfawn]

ⓘ Stockholm, cnc/rape, kidnapped!reader

You hardly remember how you met your boyfriend, but you do remember waking up in his cold dark basement, ankle chained to the wall. You used to be so afraid of him and his rough hands and silver tongued words. He was just so big and intimidating, and when you made him mad with all your scared babbling he’d get mean and even scarier.

He’d tell you how much he didn’t like hurting you, digging the tips of sharp blades against your soft skin, or hitting you over the ass with a thick leather switch until you bled, he didn’t like any of it! But you grew to love the stinging hits or the dull aches as he dug his knife into your flesh. You loved how soft his voice got when he hurt you, gentle “There you go, baby, i know it hurts but you did this to yourself.” Being whispered into your ear as blood welled against your skin.

You also used to be so scared by the size of his cock. At first he only pleasured you, prying your legs apart as you cried and begged him to stop, cumming reluctantly around his thick fingers. When you started to give in to the pleasure he slowly started to introduce you to his throbbing member. You could barely wrap your hand around him, how did he expect you to house it inside of you? But of course he made it work. He used to spend hours working you open with his fingers and mouth, only to then tease your abused hole with the tip of his cock until he felt you give slightly. When with all your prep you still felt that awful stretch. It felt like he was tearing you apart, pussy straining to allow him any entry at all. And when he did finally manage to bottom out you were nearly unconscious. You’ve cum too may times and had to deal with the painfully slow stretch- but he worked to hard to stop now. He didn’t even allow you a second to breathe before he was thrusting wildly in and out of you, ripping you apart from the inside out.

Now? Now you love the pain. Some days hell come down, body trembling with anger as he takes it out on you. Large hands wrapped around your throat as he fucks into you, head of his cock slamming against your cervix with each wild thrust. And you loooove it. You consider it a good sign when you wake up with a few handprint shaped bruises on your body.

You love how you made this prison you’re home. The base it used to be so cold and isolating, but now you’ve made it cozy. Warm blankets and a nice bed and paintings full of color and light. When he allows himself to stay the night down here with you you’ll always hide his shirts to sniff later when he’s left you all alone with nothing but the scent of him and your own fingers to keep you satisfied.

[enter-theexit]

heres my (hopefully) final statement, please stop twisting what i said about my disease, your lying to make yourself feel better and its weird please also stop harassing people to believe in you in comment sections, its desperate and weird too, and extremely manipulative finding my twitter was a huge breach of privacy, i was using that place as a safe house away from you, and it sent me down a spiral when you used my tweets as a way to boost your own doc you have been trying to intimidate me, joining servers im in, lying to people i know as a way for them to not believe me and honestly, it worked. i am terrified of you, i have been suffering from severe ptsd from your actions, so you can rest easy knowing it works you also lied about me stalking you, which is not true because whenever i saw anything slightly that reminded me of either of you, it would send me into complete severe episodes that took a while to recover. you also changed the doc of your response to seem like there was always a mention of my disease in there when there wasnt and there is proof of other people seeing nothing.

the screenshots of your vents and posts (where you also admit to stalking me often) were given to me by friends who cared enough to save proof without showing me knowing the mental strain it would have on me

as my final proof, here are the screenshots of you block evading and using other people to block evade my friend mello who was two years younger than you after swearing you only spoke about NSFW with people the same age

also forgot to add this but heres the proof of rain lying about stalking and harassment when there was none (outside of my severe psychosis episode caused by her)

[loverstv]

HI 🌚🌚🌚 im the same anon that requested the vivian hugo yandere one and ommmgggggggg i got chills reading it you are so amazing love you TWIN😹😹 sooo i saw that you opened your reqs. i have some ideassss

thinking about yandere and stalker! bunny iglesias who is a famous soccer player, a celebrity. he is perfect, too perfect. he wears this fake smile in public but ppl dont know that he is a gross, depressed sadistic man.

stalked fangirl! reader who is a huge fan of soccer, specially from barcha. she owns a barcha fanclub and she is very naive, she could never suspect that her fav soccer player actually took interest in her in some sick twisted way.

you could do sum power play, size difference and corruption kink. i love how he actually wants to die and find it disgusting when someone is smilling at him. he is kinda obsessed with reader but he kinda hates her at the same time, idk. reader is cheerful and too damn innocent for his liking, but he is a sick sick man who deep down just want some sparkle in his life, thats where the stalking started.

this is js the main idea, you could add more things into the story. but i would really like a dark and more heavy fic, idk if it triggers you but i really like the headcannon that bunny iglesias is a sick fuck. there is just something creepy about this man that makes me UGHHHHHH.... 🤤🤤🤤 idk if the reader is in the sacrified lamb trope or the manic pixie dream girl, but bunny just choose her as the new purpose of his life.

you can decide if bunny actually kidnaps reader OR he could start to slowly enter inside her life and he would use her admiration at him for some gaslighting and guilt tripping shi. like suicide / death threats. anything like that would be good tbh 😹😹😹✌️ i hope that this dont scare you ... anyways I LOVE ALL OF YOUR FICS 🩷 take care of yourself xx

planning this one out right now i am speechless at how inspired this got me omfg

gimme some time though this will be a LONG one woah

and im so glad you liked the hugo one!!! i had my darling @sebastianmikaelis proofread it because my brain just fried while writing lol i had to spend a whole day reading a physical book to recover

[sleepyfan-blog]

Day 2 - Coercion

Author’s note: This is Unwholesome OC week day 2! Masterlist is here. I hope you enjoy~.

Tagged: @egrets-not-regrets @the-pure-angel @i-am-a-dragon34 @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @bleedingichorhearts @legionsofthehungry

@felinisnoctis @bookandyarndragonwritesdark

Warnings: coercion, manipulation, please ask me to tag something if I’ve missed it!

Summary: Vorca and his bonded Mallory are on a date. It goes. 

"How could you do this to me?" Mallory asked, their eyes widening as they stared up at their bonded, eyes shining with tears. Their voice was just loud enough to catch the attention of several other marines who happened to be walking past.

Vorca could feel the judgmental eyes on him. He swallowed hard and answered "I don't... I don't know what you're talking about, bonded." His voice quiet, but he could feel the eyes on him keenly. 

"You promised that we would spend the day together today! That we'd do everything I wanted to do today, and that you'd cleared your ever so busy schedule so that we could have a day to ourselves." Mallory continued, letting tears well up in their eyes, their voice wobbling with pain and disappointment. 

A sound of distress left the Ravenguard and he shook his head, his tongue feeling like lead. It was a blindingly bright day, but his bonded had insisted that he remove his sunglasses as they wanted to see his beautiful dark eyes. He'd tried to remind them that he had very sensitive eyes when it came to bright light, but they'd cried until he promised that he'd keep them off as much as possible. "But... But we are doing what you want, love..." He points out, at a loss as to why they were doing this. 

The sense of judgment pressed harder from his cousins around him. The scrutiny was terrifying and was stifling the air in his lungs as tears continued to shine in his beloved's eyes. 

He hurried to explain "You said that you wanted to go to your favorite bakery this morning to get fresh sourdough bread and that ground nut spread that you really like. Which we have. You wanted to go to the farmer's market to get fresh vegetables and those cured meats to fill out our picnic, so we have. We... We're about to head to your favorite picnic spot in the park, like you asked. Is there... Is there something else that you want to do today that you haven't mentioned yet?" Anxiety rose within the Ravenguard as he waited for their response, still genuinely struggling to figure out what he could have possibly done to get this response. 

"While I was talking to one of my friends, I heard your vox go off and you answered it." Mallory pouted, a single tears sliding down their face. 

That was unfair! "You... You were talking to your friend on that vox machine of yours. So I took the brief opportunity to read the message I'd been given to see if it was urgent. It was not and I reminded the cousin who sent me the message that I was not to be disturbed today unless it was an emergency!" Vorca protested, glad that his astartes training prevented him from trembling with the intense emotions that were trying to vie for dominance in his hearts. He's not done anything wrong!

"But you promised not to be on your vox at all unless it was an actual emergency!" Mallory huffed "Am I not worth one single day with you being fully present at my side? Do you really love me?"

Vorca dropped to his knees, knowing that this was going to be the only way that he was going to get them to snap out of this spiral, especially since they were in public and starting to attract more attention. As much as he wanted to flee into the nearest shadow and hide, he knew that Mallory would not take well to him hiding away from the public eye when they got like this. "Beloved... My hearts, my soul... I love you more than I have the words to express. I want to be fully present here with you, and if I could turn off my vox-comms, I would. But that's not how the systems work. Please let me dry your tears and make up for my mistake?"

He doesn't dare touch them when they're in this mood without permission. They're as liable to start screaming as to lean into his touch. 

Their lower lip wobbles as more tears shine in their eyes "I...  Oh, I suppose... If you promise not to answer your vox for the rest of the day... and I do have an idea as to how you can properly make it up to me for being distracted during our full day date. And I'd like it very much if you'd help me with these tears that you caused me." They sniffle a little and the judgmental stares sharpen upon him. His armor gives him no protection against them, nor the tears his bonded sheds.

"Thank you, my love." Vorca murmurs,  pulling out a clean cloth handkerchief from a pouch and gently dabs the tears off of his beloved's face, murmuring more apologies for briefly answering his vox... Despite the fact that they had been on their phone for a good half hour, talking to their friends or texting while he'd been quietly waiting by their side to wait for them to decide to head to the next part of the two of theirs' date. 

"You may kiss me, now." Mallory ordered. 

And it was an order, not a request. But again, Vorca knew better than to refuse thee command. He stands up slowly and bends over, pressing a sweet and lingering kiss to their lips, per their request. "Yes, my love." 

They hum and deepen the kiss as their arms come up to wrap around his neck, squeezing just tightly enough to be uncomfortable before pulling away "Carry me to the park?" 

It was phrased like a request, but he knew that he wouldn't be able to refuse this, either. "Yes my love." He answers dutifully, not pointing out the fact that he was already carrying all of the purchases that his bonded had made, and had been doing so for hours, and that to balance them and all of their shopping was going to be difficult. But to point this out would cause them to react worse than they already have. "Please give me a moment to rearrange our shopping bags, so I have a free arm to carry you properly."

"So you can be thoughtful! It's so nice when you remember how to be a proper gentleman." Mallory coos, a sweet smile appearing on their face as they nuzzle him with genuine warmth and delight

Vorca is well practiced in ignoring the way that makes his heart lurch, and he forces a timid smile on his face as he nuzzles them back. He packs as much of the stuff into his pouches and pack as he can and maximizes the space in the reusable bags that they were using to carry everything in, so that he had the fewest number of bags. 

"Are you done fiddling with our bags yet?" Mallory presses, an impatient huff in their voice. 

"Almost my love. I do not want to spill any of the produce that we have purchased." Vorca assuages. He was sure that he had everything as well packed as he could, he couches down and extends on of his arms out and curls it partially, offering them a seat "Your ride to the park awaits, my radiant love." 

They giggle and coo, sitting on the crook of his elbow and leaning into his chest, wrapping their arms around his neck once again "There's my chivalrous knight in shining ebony armor. I knew he'd make an appearance again." They plant a kiss on his cheek that... Burns somehow, for a moment. 

He mentally shakes himself as he stands up, picking up the bags and walking with his bonded and their shopping over to the park, heading to one of the most secluded of the picnic tables, choosing the one in full shade, though there are splashes of bright, warm sunlight dappled on the table.  

Vorca sets his bonded down in the middle of one of the benches, before methodically setting out the spread of food that they'd purchased for the lunch, kneeling so that the two of them were roughly the same height and asking "May I make something for you to eat with this bounty before us?" He was hoping that this would appease them.

Mallory beams and nods "Yes, make me a sandwich from these toppings, then I want your head resting on my lap while I eat. I know how much you enjoy cuddling me~!"

"Yes my love..." Vorca responds, smiling faintly as he obeys, making the sandwich to their exacting preferences before crawling under the table - as if he sat next to them it would destabilize the table and send everything flying - and resting his head on their lap, closing his eyes. Some of the agonizing headache he had from the far too bright light ebbs a little, causing a sigh of relief to leave him. 

They very generously hand feed him bites of their sandwich and sips of water throughout the meal that they eat. They occasionally run a hand through his short hair, and it's almost enough to get him to relax. But only almost, as he is waiting for them to have another request of him at any moment.

[lifeafterpsychiatry]

I’d like to throw in the fact that some therapists (usually white women) will enable toxic individualism under the guise of self care. A lifelong friend dumped me via text, AT THE INSTRUCTION OF THEIR THERAPIST, after months of her refusing to speak to me after I expressed being hurt by one of their actions. She told me that her therapist “approved” of her avoidance of me (“protecting her self truth”) and that said therapist had “confirmed” her suspicion that I secretly hated her and had simply chosen to stop “serving” her as some sort of manipulation tactic (I had no such feelings like that whatsoever. I just missed my friend and any attempt I made to talk with her was ignored until I eventually gave up and was left confused and more hurt than before.) She also said that she was instructed by the therapist to block me in every way possible and make sure I had no way to respond in order to “ensure her healing journey.”

No consideration for my feelings at all, or the fact that we had been very close friends for a decade without any major conflict until I said “hey, that kinda hurt. can we talk about it.” A whole relationship gone in a few months thanks to a “professional” feeding a sick ego. But hey, therapists are infallible, right? Obviously I’m the problem here. Pah.

Yeah we as a society need to have a serious conversation about how often toxic or even abusive people go to therapy just to use therapy approved language as a tool of their manipulation without ever, in any capacity, actually questioning or working on their behavior towards others

[thisis--ableism]

People acting like I can’t be catholic and disabled >:( they have convinced themselves that I have been manipulated or forced into a religion and I need to see the truth about how atheism’s is correct and the church is harmful to me and when I call them out on their ableist belief that disabled people can’t be religious. And it’s overall crappy behavior to try and force someone to believe what you believe, they get up in arms about it all. I love my God, I love my faith, I love the church, and I love the way He made me, but that makes so many people upset for some reason, like I’m not allowed to be happy of who I am? That I’m supposed to be burdened and depressed at myself and angry with the world and God for me being this way. No one should tell someone how they are supposed to feel, what they are to believe in, and how they see their own disabilities. I am not a feel good story, I am not a justification to be angry at the world, I am me and I am not a tool to be used for propaganda

This is ableism and anti-religion.

Don't let others tell you where and how to find joy in life.

Also, people enforcing belief on the basis of "you're disabled so you must've been manipulated" implies they think those with disability are either "easily manipulated" or can only be religious if they were "manipulated" which is a whole other level of disgusting.

Side note: This blog openly welcomes members of various religions, as long as you aren't actively discriminating against a group of people, you are welcome here.

@this-is-anti-religion (feel free to ask to untag)