#tw: harm

[sillyfpefan2]

The Dragon (Experiment! Zip) has bitten Ellie before.

maybe that’s why she’s been defanged

[cybertr0nian]

{: Okay random headcanon for Megatron before I go to bed!

Megatron has Harm OCD ( Unwanted, persistent, and distressing thoughts that typically involve harming others, contamination, or orderliness.  ) when it comes to being around sparklings or younger cybertronians, he's constantly worrying that he might hurt them plagued with constant thoughts of what would happen if he harmed them. A fear he can't seem to get over after joining the Autobots.

He tries to distract his thoughts by working, in a attempt to not think of the horrible thoughts and images. He would never intentionally harm someone but he's scared that one day he will.

[quackity-rp-blog]

Alaska was called into Quackity's office for the first time in a long time, other than drug instances. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat as a fire cracked across the room. Leaned into the flames was a metal rod, tipped off with a brand for the dogs. The mark Basset had mentioned.

The shadow of the rod loomed over his mind, he knew it was coming. He remembered the day it happened, it was a point of pride back then, but now it was gross.

As Quackity walked in, Alaska shifted, sitting up.

"You know what you did,' Quackity walked over to the fireplace leaning against the wall beside it. "Your relationships are kept separate, yet not only have you started kissing someone i know. You're kissing someone I love."

Alaska only grunted.

"You won't stop, and I know that. I'm stupid and i know that Oves wouldn't take it kindly if you were murdered. Hands on the table."

Alaska stood up, he knew the drill by now. Slowly, he pulled the tank top off, dropping it alongside his dog jacket on the chair behind him.

Quackity walked behind him. Now in his hands was the brand, glowing red and sizzling. It matched perfectly with the symbol on his back.

"Since you don't know your loyalty, you'll remember your loyalty."

In struck the rod, burning away at his back. All while the casino raged outside. How little they knew.

[quackity-rp-blog]

”THAT BITCH DESERVED IT!” He yelled, before shutting his mouth, realizing there was no saving himself if he just complained more. He was gonna fucking die.

~Oves’s Wilbur

"SHUT IT!" Alaska punched him in the mouth, trying to shut him up. He put the hand back on Wilbur's face as he put the lighter against his chin. Suddenly, it clicked on, burning away at his skin.

[quackity-rp-blog]

He yelped loudly, choking up blood. “JESUS FUCK! WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?” He watched blood drip from his face.

~Oves’s Wilbur

Alaska kept laughing, slowly stopping his flurry of blows. "You will never hurt her again! You'll know why I'm feared in fights! And you will feel the pain you gave her." Alaska reached around, grabbing the grill lighter in one hand and Wilbur face in his other.

[hautevaux]

NONYMOUS ASKED: The man had entered the boutique on a very late evening after picking the lock. He knew the tailor was there because the lights in the back were still on. When he stepped in, he threatened him, attempted to drag him out of the store and when he somehow failed he turned on him with a knife. He wasn't expecting the tailor to be as quick as he was and now he lay dead on the floor with scissors in his back.

MENTION: @ceaselxss

Fortuitous it most certainly was that eve that the tailor had been running none of his machines. Hand sewing lace unto the most dainty of bodices was a time devouring affair that required the entirety of ones attention; one misplaced stitch could pucker the entirety of the garment and make all appear uneven. Given the long time it had taken to get through the design process, and the choosing of materials, he did not wish to destroy his work now.

Hearing the clicking of the lock was easy when all else was silent and thus Vaux shifted himself to the far side of the large bench so to put something considerable betwixt himself and his apparent thief. If they came in and simply stole material, he would consider it an easy escape but 't would appear that fate had no such intentions.

Instead, the height of the unknown figure loomed in the archway with such imposing presence that he found himself immediately taken aback and the threats that too easily rolled off of his tongue set fear deep within his bones. Talks of such torture, of keeping one locked away - - there was naught Vaux feared more than a cage -- and thus he had been gripped by such when he was lunged for.

Slender though he was, Vaux was caught by the fabric of his clothing with ease, and the struggle that ensued was one of absolute desperation. There was not a single tactic that Vaux did not deploy; violently shaking his legs, wriggling, digging in the long lengths of his nails, biting, throwing objects but still did the unknown come for him.

With enough of a beating, Vaux was rendered entirely disorientated for just long enough to be dragged towards the door ere his instincts kicked in one more and he struggled free, back into the back room of the tailors and ere those vulgar hands could rest upon him again did he swing around and---

The next thing he remembers is sinking down unto the floor, against a wall, bloody with bruising beginning to flourish on pale skin, to the sight of a dead man face down on his marble flooring - blood beginning to pool and stain its surface. And in his back-? The long length of a pair of tailoring scissors.

How immensely he shakes, frightened into a state of shock, of being unable to think straight. His consciousness scrambles, his person state and stagnant; but his subconscious manages to do one thing.

[MSG; TSENG <;3 ] SOS.

[blusteringoldfoolarchived]

=_= I'm kinda over this.... I'm turning anon off if you have an issue with me talk to me.

[tempest-toss]

Tempest Little Misters mini bios #4 (31-40)

Ms. Ticket & Mr. Token  Sharing the thirty-first spot are the Little Misters that were created at the exact same millisecond. Based around the arcade, the paper thin Ms. Ticket is eager to reward those that are skilled and determined to use their gift from Mr. Token wisely in the games they have littered throughout the warehouse-sized arcade. Due to their appearances they are not allowed to be out of the Factory or a site in case of revealing anomalies to the normal populace.

Mr. Beast  One of the Little Misters that has next to no human characteristics, Mr. Beast is a true threat to deal with. Taking a page out of Van Helsing’s book, Mr. Beast is a giant werewolf-like beast that has the unfortunate addition of tendrils that can spawn if Mr. Beast is feeling threatened. Thankfully Mr. Beast has only met his match once, and would rather spend time alone or in the faux woods than eating people. It is still wise to not antagonize him or his siblings.

Little Ms. Hide  Equal parts energetic and shy, Little Ms. Hide is the queen of hide and seek. With the ability to go from her normal white clothes to match whatever color she needs, she can flawlessly blend in to whatever she might need, like her favorite animal the cuttlefish. After test audiences deemed her not fun due to how easy it was to lose her, Dr. Wondertainment made it so that she gives off sparkles to find her. That way it’ll always be a fun time!

Ms. Music Bearing a piano tie, Ms. Music wishes only to sing for you! Music is one way to help others, so Ms. Music was created to help spread that. Unfortunately, things took a bad turn after one performance. A raid by a GOI took place in the same building she was, and so she took a bullet to the throat. She currently cannot sing, and her speech has been reduced to a rasp. While she can still perform, they all tend to be melancholy in nature.

Little Mx. Magic Magic is one of the most common anomalies to appear in media and also in real life, however their lack of knowledge and lack of access to people who can teach them often leads to their death. Little Mx. Magic is your go-to sorcerer to help! With a wide variety of hexes, jinxes, spells, and curses, they will be the one to help you get used to your new powers. But don’t ever ask their help with potions, as they are absolutely horrid at it. In a similar vein, please don’t have them cook either.

Mr. Deer/Mr. Wolf Dr. Wondertainment loves his husbands very much, so it’s no surprise that he would design something in his honor. These two, unlike Ms. Ticket & Mr. Token, share the same body. If he has antlers on, then the meek Mr. Deer is in charge, but if the claws are out, then the fierce Mr. Wolf is in charge. Despite sharing the body, they don’t share minds, so be mindful of that when interacting.

 Mr. Paint  He drips, he oozes, he wants to make you a picture, it’s Mr. Paint! Originally in a smart suit and monocle, he was a rival to most famous artists, and surpassed the rest! This caught the attention of a trio of silings, who used their creations to deface Mr. Paint. His torture resulted in a hunch, a missing eye, and permanent hardened paint alongside his back.

Mr. Dragon The final bad guy of the Fantasy series, Mr. Dragon is intimidating. With his claws, flame breathe, and long wings on his back, he can be a bit much. Unfortunately his greed and overall antagonistic nature make him quite hard to put up with. Thankfully he can be swayed to more friendly terms, but that might prove to be bad for you. Has scars on his wings from being shot at.

Mr. Rebel  Most people tend to grow out of toys and fun, and begin to shift to a more rebellious phase, which is where Mr. Rebel comes into play. With his fang tooth necklace and his torn jacket he gives off an unusually amplified aura of intimidation that is very off-putting. DO be advised, he loves going against orders he receives, so don’t be alarmed if he curses you out, harms you, or you end up deceased.

Mr. Gravity Ask around and you might find that Dr. Wondertainment is the big inspiration behind Uraraka. Mr. Gravity, unlike his future little brother Mr. Astro is not wearing space gear, but rather plain clothes, after all he is a plain guy. That is, if your version of plain involves swapping your gravity by touching your fingers together, which Mr. Gravity can do! It seems he might have a tic of some kind, best not to bring it, alright?