#TW; torture

[ijwrsmff]

Could you maybe do a yandere Luffy x reader? 👉👈 maybe he finally blows up at Sanji for constantly flirting with them? Or one of the marines threatens to kidnap them and he snaps? Or maybe they’re already kidnapped? I just wanna see Luffy beat someone up in the name of their love 🥺

Here you gooooo! It’s longer than I meant for it to be XD. About 1,500 words. I went with the “marines kidnapping reader” Because that’s the one my brain created first. I will warn, there is brief torture, and brief depictions of Luffy killing people. Not described, only referenced. Oh and lots of swearing. 

So...

TW; Brief mentions of torture, tw; swearing, tw; death

Damn it…damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!

How could you let this happen?

You were fighting the marines as you usually did, this time to protect a village. You had stopped with your crew on a smaller island, one that wasn’t even picked up by the log pose. 

After doing some investigation, you found out the marines had destroyed and hurt many of the towns and villas on the island. With Nami’s history, and Luffy’s righteous nature, it wasn’t a surprise to any of you Luffy initiated war with these marines. 

The fight had encompassed a whole town (which wasn’t that big to begin with), and was supposed to be easy. And to be fair…it was. 

At least…that’s what you thought. 

You had defeated your fair share, and took a second to breathe. That was your first mistake. 

Before you could process what was happening, you’d be cuffed with sea-stone cuffs, and a hand was placed over your mouth. The grip on you was tight…and with the power of the sea-stones, you felt more than a little weak. 

The last thing you saw before passing out was Luffy fighting some bigger enemies in the distance. 

‘Luffy…help me…’ You thought as you lost consciousness. 

When you awoke, you were in a cage, sea-stone handcuffs still tightly secured around your wrists. 

You took in your surroundings, and there really…wasn’t much to see. 

A small cage, but big enough to comfortably move around, and a large door. Other than that? Absolutely nothing. Not even a window to look out of to see where you were. 

You heard the sounds of arguing outside of that door, but couldn’t pick up on any of the words. It wasn’t long then until someone walked in. A marine. Typical…

He sneered at you, and mumbled “Fucking pirate…” 

“Actually I’m not doing that now, but maybe later.” You sassed. It was just in your nature. 

His look only turned colder, and he opened the cage door. 

You jumped up, but quickly sank back down. Damn cuffs…

He didn’t say another word before you felt a harsh slap to your face, causing your look to grow just as dark as his was…if not more. 

“IF IT WASN’T FOR YOUR CREW WE WOULD HAVE HAD THAT WHOLE ISLAND UNDER OUR THUMB! DO YOU KNOW HOW FAR BACK YOU PUSHED OUR PLANS?” He kicked your chest, knocking you back, causing you to land awkwardly on your hands and wrists. 

You huffed, “Not wasting any time here, are you?” You tried to sit up but he pressed his foot to your abdomen, keeping you down. 

He smirked and it caused a wave of disgust to wash over you. “Oh don’t worry. We have all the time in the world. You’ll be our prisoner…until the day you die. Which will be a lot sooner than you might think.” He spat towards your face, only causing you to feel even more disgust for this marine. 

“You really…really don’t know who my captain is, do you?” You matched his smirk, which earned you a swift kick to the side. 

The smirk never left your face, knowing the worst state you were in, the worse it would be for these marines. If they were the type to kidnap someone, and torture them on top of that? They deserved what was coming to them. 

Not to mention the poor state they left the island in. None of those people deserved it, everyone you met in your brief time on the island…they were so catering to you and your crew. Marines…you despised them for what they’d done. Not just to that island, but your own as well. 

The torture…it only continued from there. You blocked most of it out, taking a stance of neutrality. You’d been through worse. Keeping a blank face, and never making a noise of pain no matter how much your body demanded you to. 

Who knows how much time passed. After the marine you were with left, another simply came in to do the exact same thing. 

Finally, after what felt like days…you were left alone. Bloody,  curled over at the stomach, and bleeding from who knows how many places. God…you felt like one giant bruise. 

You felt the need to cry out, but ignored it. You could tell you were on a ship…the slight swaying from time to time indicated that. After how long you’d been on the Sunny, you knew what it felt like to be on a boat. 

Maybe…maybe the marines were right. What if your crew never found you…what if…

A loud cry from a man alerted you. 

Heh…he was here. You just knew it. 

“MEN! STAND YOUR GROUN-AH!” A loud thud against the floor told you everything you needed to know. 

Then…he busted through the door. Your Luffy. 

If you were anyone else, that dark look on his face would have scared you silly. But you knew no matter how dark that face was, he would never…EVER hurt you. Though you couldn’t say the same about the marines. 

“L-Luffy!” You smiled up at him. 

He knelt down, and unlocked the cage. How did he find the keys so quickly? 

It didn’t matter. You were saved. 

He took the cuffs off next, and his look somehow turned even darker when he fully took in your condition. 

He growled, and took off his hat, placing it carefully on your head. 

“CHOPPER! THEY’RE IN HERE!” He called. 

He put a finger under your chin, and placed a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll be back.” 

The tone was cold, and you almost flinched at it. He saw this and he put his mouth next to your ear, whispering in only words for you to hear “I’m going to make them pay.” 

At that point Chopper rushed in, and quickly began dressing your wounds. He had a large medical kit with him, apparently they had been anticipating your horrible condition. 

Some time passed, and Chopper didn’t say a word. His look was full of concern for you and a little bit of…fear. 

“Chopper…what’s wrong?” He looked at you briefly before looking back to your wounds. 

“He…he gave us an order.” He gulped. “I…it doesn’t sound very Luffy-like.” 

You tilted your head before wincing at the prodding of Chopper at your wounds. “S-sorry! I know…it must hurt.” Your concerned doctor sounded quiet. Almost…shy. 

“What…what was the order?” 

“Kill them all.” 

Your eyes widened. Luffy never killed any of your enemies…unless they gave him a very…very good reason to. But he avoided it whenever possible. 

The cries of the marines had a whole different meaning now. They were literally fighting for their lives. And you knew as well as Chopper and the rest of your crew…none of those marines stood a chance. 

Now with each passing wail from a marine, you flinched. They were…really killing everyone. You thought they deserved it…but do they really deserve to die because they kidnapped you? Beat you up a little? 

When the door opened you looked up in fear. It was Luffy. 

Chopper had long since been done addressing your wounds, and it looked as if Luffy had some of his own wounds now as well. 

He walked over to you silently, and you could see blood…so much blood…

“Luffy! Are you okay?” Your fear of him was overwhelmed by concern for your lover. He could take a beating, but it didn’t stop you from being worried for him. 

He gave you his signature Luffy smile…that looked very sinister in this exact moment. 

“It’s okay. None of it’s my blood.” He walked over to you, and tried to help you up, but your legs couldn't carry any of your weight and you fell into him. 

He frowned, “Y/n…” He effortlessly picked you up, and you headed out of your cell. 

The sight that awaited you…was something out of a horror movie. It almost made you gag to think that your crew could harm people in such ways. 

Luffy looked down at you, and gave another small smile, “Don’t worry. None of them got away!” 

“But Luffy…why did you have to KILL them all…?” 

He leaped over the side onto the waiting Sunny, and slowly walked to his room, not answering your question just yet. 

Setting you on your shared bed, he took his hat back and patted your head. 

“Because…you’re MY Y/n.” His look turned dark, “Anyone who hurts you doesn’t deserve to live on the same planet as you. They got what was coming to them.” 

Before you could register the dark look, it was back to the same careless smile he always had. 

For a moment…it was comforting. But the memory of those marine’s corpses was too much to take. You rolled over in the bed and closed your eyes. 

Luffy whined, “Aw…do we have to sleep now?” He hummed in thought, “You must be really tired.” And you felt his weight next to you, every inch of your bodies touching. 

You knew in that moment…he really would never let you go. 

#luffy x reader #gn reader #yandere!luffy x reader #yandere! Luffy x reader #yandere x reader #x reader #one piece x reader #yandere one piece x reader #tw; torture #tw; death #tw; violence #tw; swearing #monkey d luffy x reader

[ssolessurvivor]

plotted thing for @inabcck

He's slipping on his grasp of reality he was so desperately clinging to. This gift Harley presented him with, the man who was responsible for sending his team to Mimas...Logan had been playing with him for a good hour now, pacing and hearing the whispers of the dead inside his head, ricocheting like stray bullets. He's like an animal, taunting its prey in this confined room dark and stinking of blood and chemicals.

He can smell this man's fear...it's exhilarating.

"What do you want?" The voice is weak escaping the lips of that pig who had nothing better to do than collect souls and invoke trauma. Logan doesn't answer him right away, allows his eyes to roam the corners of this room. A few empty beer bottles here or there, and he can feel his dear Harley's eyes on his back. The holster on his thigh carries the weight of his gun which he hasn't even gone for, not in something as ugly and intimate as this with the blood sprinkled under his nails. Logan takes a glance, relishes in the way the man flinches back into his restraints, and smirks as he wanders over and picks up one of the dirty empty bottles.

One glance back at Harley, appraising her for just a moment before Logan wanders back over to the chair, moving closer with each slow step, holding that amber bottle by his thigh, throat end down. The man shivers in his chair, the leather restraints holding securely as that question again slips out on a sob ripping from his throat. Logan goes completely still for a split second before he's going feral.

"YOU." His voice is low and loud, something coming from a demon inhabiting his subconscious. A flick of his hand and the bottle's throat is smashed, jagged and sharp against the sterile white light covering this man as if he's ascending to heaven and not the bowels of hell. One swift motion, Logan's hand grasps the mans hair and pulls back, exposing his neck and slicing that jagged glass straight across his throat. There's no mercy to be clean and precise: he's rough and ugly, the hatred he has for this man seeping into this final act of torture.

A lot of it doesn't register, he's so far consumed in his own darkness, his demons crawling up his throat for their sweet corruption. The man's dying screams and gasps falling away as the blood spills on the floor, dripping now once the few specks had painted the skin on Logan's face in his moment of revenge. Logan holds eye contact with the dying man once the bottle stills, and when the light leaves his eyes, Logan exhales and moves back, the bottle then tossed across the room, shattering and bringing in the quiet. His heart beating, his breathing ragged, his body hot with adrenaline.

With a deep breath, Logan turns sidelong to the man, half cloaked in that white light himself and the other half in shadow as he peeks over at Harley, the eye beneath the light shadowed as if it were an empty socket of a skull.

#inabcck #ie logan's descent into darkness #tw; torture #tw; death #tw; blood #tw; trauma #v; run away with me to hell [harley quinn & logan]

[bells-of-black-sunday]

🗯️ Danny and Haru ooo

Dirty Thoughts | Accepting

That pale gaze stared at Haru from across the dinner table mulling in his own thoughts while Robin was away, how loud and boisterous he was. Beloved even. Though the company he kept wasn't stellar, a tattoo artist whose one bad date away from a drug addiction and a scam artist who preyed on the desperate to give fake life advice to those two were certainly something to write home about, huh? Oh, but Tarhos wasn't any better was he? A washed up veteran with more baggage than an airport, really he was waiting for him to snap or throw himself into an early grave one thing or another. But... Haru.

Oh yes Danny could make quite the story out of Haruko Nakasone. An unusual name, but sometimes you just needed a little spice to get the creativity flowing. He'd start preparing a month in advance, Robin would understand after all he'd need to keep his precious guard dog by his side for as long as possible to make sure everything would go off smoothly. Stalk out his workplace, find out what he actually liked drawing the most something to pull inspiration from.

He couldn't do that with their apartment easily, he knew they had security systems. They'd be stupid if they didn't with what his war dog did for a living. Oh, but the anguish would be so sweet to write about if he did. Being killed in your own home while you beg and plead for your boyfriend, anyone really to come and save you and to think the artist probably begged for one parent or another the first time someone tried to kill him. Funny how thematic that would be. Almost like a movie.

He'd enter through the front door when Haru takes his dog down the stairs like he always did every night before bed. And while he didn't expect an elderly dog to get in the way, especially when he's met her before, he wasn't above neutralizing it or locking her outside if she did become one. Still... he'd start by closing the front door again, that'd certainly get his attention. Make him come out into their living room to search for his beloved boyfriend to welcome him home from work.

But no one would come. He'd probably be confused, shrug it off and turn to go back to what he was doing when he'd notice the tv turn on. That'd scare the shit out of him. He'd always been one of the idiots afraid of the paranormal, but there'd be a sinking feeling in his gut that this wasn't that. This was something far more dangerous and only when that feeling is more realized is when he'd strike. A perfect crescendo of emotions, a hand over a mouth and a knife in the side. The pretty crimson that'd flow down his tank top and drip onto the floor.

He'd struggle of course, probably try to scream, he's not totally helpless, but Ghostface was more than capable of handling people like that. He'd stab his throat to make sure he couldn't be as loud as he wanted though maybe he'd toy with him first. Maybe between his ribs or cut his tendons so he couldn't move while he carved his own designs into his flesh. A perfect spectacle to capture the readers eye. How fun it would be, "The Ghostface Strikes Again: Local Tattoo Artist Found Dead, Strangle Symbol Carved Into The Deceased!" a working title naturally, but he could spin it as him taunting the police.

But oh how he'd love watching him choke on his own blood, tears streaming down his cheeks as he begs for anyone to come and help, or maybe he'd realize he's dead. He loved to see them break. The moment where their mind finally realizes the inevitability of their death was the best part, he loved capturing those moments in photographs. Maybe he'd pose him like the Ophelia painting in his bathtub and stick around to watch Tarhos sob.

Oh the aftermath would be fun, to be so closely connected to those that would be effected Danny almost wondered why he never killed people he was close to before. To see the very real effects his stories had up close would be so breathtaking, but alas... it'd have to remain a fantasy. The killer focused back into his surroundings as Robin tasseled his hair. Only then did he notice how deathly pale Haru seemed to look while he stared at him.

The cool sweat that clung to his brow as Tarhos tried to get his perfect boyfriend's attention. Danny smiled something saccharine, "What's wrong Haruko? You look like you seen a ghost."

#ic #𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘍𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯' 𝘖𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 - [ 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 ] #verse; modern #tw; murder #tw; blood #tw; torture #tw; animal death #look its dirty because uhh blood is involved there- #hi- I'm writing about Danny being the horrible person he is #q.

[raidred]

❛  you want me, right? so hurt me, and leave them alone!  ❜ - Sabo

The desire to protect another was a foreign concept, though, it always fascinated him when someone bearing witness to his methods would beg for their associates life - often times offering their own in exchange for theirs. As he took in Sabo's desperate expression, he couldn't help but wonder if the chief of staff was currently experiencing that which he himself lacked ; empathy.

Slowly he'd turn his attention back to the girl seated in front of him, her hair matted with blood as she struggled to breathe through her broken nose. Her once large eyes full of life now partially swollen shut and filled with hatred and a promise. Her loyalty to the revolutionary army was admirable, no matter how hard he'd pressed her for information she hadn't wavered or relented. It made him think of how valuable an asset she was, it made him almost desire her for his ranks.

" That's not how this works, Flame Emperor. "

Without even a moments hesitation he'd begin his assault again, watching with intrigue as she swallowed her screams and turned them into pained whimpers. Maybe he wouldn't kill her just yet... With a couple of modifications, she'd make for valuable soldiers within their ranks.

" Why were you following us? Tell me, now. "

#˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ー ic . #˚₊ ⋆ ☠︎︎ ー answered . #tw; torture #tw; violence #tw; blood

[thcmcnstcr]

❛  ah-ah, don’t pass out on me now. we were just getting to the fun part.  ❜ (Aleksanteri)

It'd been a week and a half since she last slept, but she didn't know that. Time passing meant nothing to her anymore, all it did was separate out when the pain began, and when it ended.

Shadows danced at the corners of her blurred vision, though no tears fell from her eyes. Not anymore. She'd run out of them, just as she'd run out of a voice to scream with. "No more," she croaked desperately, once again faced with the question of whether or not a body could take this much punishment. There was more to come, his words told her that much, but could she live through that?

Was she going to die down here?

Did she care anymore?

As much as she loved her life, clung to it and the people she cared about, was it worth this? "I've been the best I could, please no more," she begged, her hoarse voice breaking at each and every word she spoke.

#;; welcometothevale #;; ask just the right questions #HI I LOVE WRITING HER IN PAIN THANK YOU #IM LOVE YOU #tw; torture #rip sorry forgot to tag yall ily

[brokenthimbles]

Inspired by : 

The image was unmistakable, she knew those patterns of blood dripping from his forehead. It was a strange feeling to know what he had endured and yet not have him tell her. Tortured….. oh just what had he endured? Wendy wanted to reach out and touch him, softly… kindly…. But one thing she had seen all too many times was the way those that had would jump and recoil expecting something harsh not gently.

She wanted to wipe away the blood, the pain… the memories….. taking a cloth and soaking in warm water she returned to his side. Gently holding the cloth in front of his face, her eyes searching his. Needing his permission, wanting his permission…… she wanted to take care of him, but she knew all too well that sometimes, trauma can be beyond help.

 @dontcxckitup

#trigger #tw; abuse #tw; torture #ship; wendy and g #things in my head

[nightfuryobsessed]

I finished this a bit ago but someone was using my computer all week so now it's finally time this is seen.

A snip of Kaida's story, featuring an insane Dakota. How'd he get like this? You'll have to wait and see ;P

@emmettnet whump/angst

#blood #tw; blood #tw; body horror #tw; torture #torture #body horror #dark colors

[deathxcko]

Joker shifted her weight around, looking at the cards in her hand in a very pensive manner. Bright green hues shift from the cards to her opponent, then back to the cards. Eventually, she has no choice but to do it. She doesn't want to do this, but she has no choice... "Junior." She looks up, staring at the teen restrained opposite of her, past the tea and cookies on the table. Straight at him. "Do you have any 5's?"

unprompted // accepting !!

THE TEENAGER WAS TAKING A SMALL BREAK in trying to jailbreak - it was almost impossible given the clown's presence in the small room underground. But that didn't mean ROBIN ever had to lose his spirit. His arms, his torso, his legs may have been bound - but his mouth wasn't.

"Fuck. You." He managed to toss the cards in his hands to the ground.

"When I get out of here, you're going to be sorry. BATMAN will make sure of it, asshole."

#&&; NO ONE IS THE SAME AS WE USED TO BE. (v.robin) #&&; i can sabotage me by myself. ( answered ) #tw; torture #tw; manipulation #tw; mention of tied up

[cwarscars]

Preferred method of intimidation tactics and torture methods, GO!

Random Questions // Always Accepting

i love this question so much - i think sometimes, it's easy for me to get distracted by giving heidegger 'humanity' and a more realistic side but in doing so, i absolutely don't want to pretend that this man isn't skilled & trained in interrogation / torture methods.

i also don't want to pretend that he doesn't enjoy it. he likes having the upper hand, he's openly uncaring and sadistic towards his enemies - & is almost certainly a 'go-to' when it comes to torturing shinra's enemies. i imagine, as a younger man ( in his early thirties, maybe ) - that was when he began to 'get into' torturing enemies for information ( or for opposing shinra ) & it's also when he began to enjoy it.

in terms of his favoured techniques; heidegger is very physical & will always focus his efforts on physicality & wounding his opponent / victim's body before their mind.

during the scene when hojo talks about his methods with aerith ( i'm sorry, aerith, my love ) - after scarlet suggests torturing her, heidegger immediately follows up that 'his armoury is at hojo's disposal' - not only does this imply that him and scarlet have tortured people together before ( i wish it were me ) but it also shows us that heidegger's immediate thought is physical violence.

i could see him specialising in physical discomfort for prolonged periods of time; forcing his opponents into uncomfortable positions that strain their muscles and cause physical stress without actually harming them too terribly. when he's angrier / someone gets under his skin, he will begin breaking bones / bruising flesh. usually, he'll start small with fingers, toes & eventually progress to arms / legs etc.

he enjoys hearing the snap of a bone between his fingers / under his weight.

mental-torture is applied to those who prove resilient in the face of physical violence. he will threaten their family / friends ( and follow through ). he will withdraw their water / food / resources. waterboarding and stress positions will deprive his enemy of their mental fortitude and is a proven successful method of his.

also, the threat of sexual torture or a direct threat to their sexuality / gender - he will make these threats but will not act upon them. it's purely a technique to make people talk / scare them into submission.

all in all ; his favourite thing is to inflict pain. heidegger loves the sound of a scream, even more-so, he loves the sound of a whimpered truth spoke through gritted teeth. in his words, that's what success sounds like.

#(answered) #(headcanon) #thank you for this sweet <3 #tw; torture #tw; violence

[ssolessurvivor]

Headcanon

I cannot express the amount of sheer terror Logan was feeling at the time the station they were on came under attack. While he fought alongside his family during the initial destruction of the place, often times he watched them get picked off one by one around him, or he got to the specific area to find them already dead. 

They were never trained for an alien encounter. Logan did everything in his power to keep it at bay: he did everything he was ever trained to do, and it didn’t work. 

He shot bullets into the being, only to see them absorb it like some kind of goo. He watched as it ate his friends and family, and he ran trying to get to someone else before the same fate came upon them. The control room showed him another one, lying on the floor bloodied and broken. Logan’s hands were slick with their blood as he went to the console and called desperately for help. Screaming into the intercom, the radio, anything to get anyone to hear him. 

Then he went through and started closing doors, toppling furniture, causing debris, using a flamethrower when he found one: they’d all had to wear oxygen masks when the windows were broken by the infiltrator. Once they had all died, he burned up what little oxygen was left with those flames in a desperate last attempt. With the alarms blaring, making his ears ring, and the red and blue lights shining, rotating, Logan had to be aware at all times of the shadows and what could be lurking within them. 

He had to try to keep it together as he found each one, though he always felt for a pulse among the gore. None. 

The last thing he remembers is when he thought he would die: the creature toyed with him, like an animal plays with live prey before consumption. Then his brain will not allow him access, nothing comes to mind after that. Only waking up on Earth in a hospital, filled with tubes and IVs and covered in bandages and in pain. 

His parents think it was a sick social experiment that the military did on purpose: knowing they would send those soldiers to their deaths and do nothing to assist them, do nothing to equip them the year they trained on Earth before launch.

#tw; gore #tw; torture #(what makes you unbreakable) headcanon

[streetwisetemptress]

𝐶 𝐻 𝐴 𝑅 𝐴 𝐶 𝑇 𝐸 𝑅 𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝐷 𝑌 𝑇𝑅𝐴𝐼𝑇𝑆 & 𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑅𝐴𝐶𝑇𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐼𝐶𝑆

BOLD all that applies to your muse.

• EYES: blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | heterochromatic | other

• HAIR: blonde | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other

• BODY TYPE: skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy | overweight

• SKIN: pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored | other

• GENDER: male | female | trans | cis | agender | nonbinary | demigender | genderfluid | other | doesn’t like labels

• SEXUALITY: heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | doesn’t like labels

• ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels | polyamorous

• SPECIES: human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus / succubus | werewolf | alien | mutant | android | elf | unknown | demigod/half-human | other

• EDUCATION: high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | other

• I’VE BEEN: in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot | burnt

• POSITIVE TRAITS: affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm

• NEGATIVE TRAITS: aggressive | bossy | cynical | stubborn | envious | shy | fearful | greedy | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | selfish | unstable | clumsy | rebellious | territorial | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | overly dramatic | argumentative | overly protective

• LIVING SITUATION: lives at sea | lives with parents / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | drifter | homeless | lives with children

• PARENTS/GUARDIAN: mother | father | grandmother | grandfather

• SIBLING(S): sister | brother | none

• RELATIONSHIP: single | crushing | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated

• I HAVE A(N): learning disorder: dyslexia | personality disorder | mental disorder | anxiety disorder: generalized anxiety disorder (gad) | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability | non-applicable

• THINGS I’VE DONE BEFORE: had alcohol | smoked | stolen | done drugs | self-harmed | starved | had sex | had a threesome | had a one-night stand | gotten into a fistfight | gone to hospital | gone to jail | used a fake ID | played hooky | gone to a rave | killed someone | had someone try to kill me

Tagged by: @ocxanbound 💜

Tagging: @halfformedsculptures @fallowfinality @hellsmayflower @waitlifted and anyone else who wants to do it

#come see me dance hey what can it hurt (dash games) #tw; torture #tw; abuse #tw; self-harming #tw; drugs

[4015benson]

Broken

@6313stabler

“Liv.”

Nothing.

“Liv.” His voice grows louder and this time it pulls Olivia from her thoughts. She takes her eyes off of the window and looks over at Fin whom is standing at the door, having been on his way out.

“Yeah?” She asks, her voice so weak - so dry and hoarse. A result of the past four days - of the severe dehydration and pain she’d been put through. Literal torture.

“You called him yet?” Fin questions and he knows Olivia doesn’t need him to clarify.

She shakes her head, her gaze falling to her lap - filled with shame, with guilt, with fear, with pain. So much pain.

“You want me to?” He offers and Olivia appreciates it. That much shows in the smile she manages, though it’s heavily strained, but it’s there.

“No.” She answers, the fingers of her non-broken wrist toying with the blanket covering her lap - a sign of her anxiety. “I will.” And she will... at some point.

Because more than anything, she wants to see him. More than anything she wants him here with her. The person that’s always made her feel safe, that’s always made her feel okay and strong and loved and just... safe. The man she thought of throughout the four days she was in the monster’s clutches. The man she screamed for, though not out loud. No, she couldn’t give the monster that satisfaction, but God, her heart cried for him. It ached for him and in this moment, it still was.

But he was on the other side of the world - practically unreachable what with his undercover assignment. It’s been almost two years now. One year in the states and instead of him coming home when that ended, he was flown to Rome where the criminal organization he’d been undercover in also operated in. They’d only been able to communicate through a few phone calls here and there with a few video calls thrown in. Most messaging was done via email or when he did have a chance, he’d send her a text but for the most part, communication was limited.

She hated it. She hated being unable to see her husband every day, she hated being unable to speak to him every day. It was vastly different to go from seeing him almost every single day for twelve years to barely even speaking to him for two. It was difficult and devastating and depressing. But to know he was alive was enough, to know that he would come home kept her strong. Because he would come home. At some point, he would come home...

He’d come home to her and their beautiful daughter that was walking and talking, that missed her father terribly. That was currently with her Auntie Amanda due to her mother having gone missing for four days... and as badly as she wanted to see Vera, she didn’t want Vera to see her in this condition... and that was one reason why she hadn’t called Elliot. Not only because she didn’t want to disrupt his work even though she knew he’d want to be contacted for something like this, but because he didn’t want him to see, or hear, her in such a broken state... barely able to talk, barely able to walk. Battered. Bruised. Bloodied. Scarred. Traumatized.

But fuck, she missed him. And she needed him. And eventually she’d have to tell him, eventually he’d find out... and she promised she’d contact him if anything ever went wrong and he was still out of town. Be it with her or Vera. She had the contact information of his case agent, but there had been a time or two when calling his phone that he answered, or that he got her messages and called her back. So maybe...

Better to do it now or else she’ll just keep putting it off. So, with a heavy sigh, Olivia reaches for the burner phone lent to her since her own phone would be taken in as evidence which was a problem because she didn’t have the Case Agent’s number memorized, but of course she knew Elliot’s by heart...

She looks over the numbers, hesitating for a few moments before she pushes the first number. Then the second. Then the third... pushing them all until it’s put through. 

Ring. Let it go to voicemail... 

Ring. Please pick up... 

Ring. Don’t answer... 

Ring. PLEASE answer, Elliot, please.

‘You’ve reached Elliot Stabler...’ His voice is enough to make Olivia choke out a soft sob, reveling in his voice and the easy comfort it brought her. Desperately wishing that he was standing in this room talking to her right now, wrapping his arms around her because they were the only hands she would let near her aside from her daughter’s. She felt dirty. Tainted. She felt full of sin even though she hadn’t done anything wrong, but the things she had to watch, the things she was forced to allow and do... she shuddered. 

And she nearly vomited right then and there had it not been for the beep in the phone, reminding her of what she was supposed to be focusing on.

She pauses then takes a deep breath. “Hey, El...” God, she can’t even sound normal. She sounds weak and exhausted, pained, despite trying hard to cover it all. But maybe he’ll just think she’s exhausted, maybe had a bad case. It wasn’t uncommon for Olivia to leave him a message about her day, whether good or bad. It brought her comfort and made her feel less sad sometimes even if he wasn’t able to talk to her, but he was always willing to listen and that always meant the world to Olivia.

God, how does she even start? ‘I’m in the hospital because I was kidnapped and held hostage for four days? I was tortured during the whole time, too.’ How the hell does she even tell him all of that? Her heart starts to beat faster, her nerves becoming erratic, her breathing unsteady. She’s becoming stressed, anxious. She doesn’t know how to start or what to say...

She can’t do this. She needs to think of something quick.

“I just, um... I just... wanted to check on you... see how you were doing. Tell you, I...” God, she sounds like she’s about to cry. She needs to end this quick. “I miss you. I love you...” Another deep breath, tears now spilling from her eyes. “Bye.” She says that in a hurry and immediately hangs up the phone before tossing it aside out of frustration, hearing it hit the floor at the end of the bed. She lets out a cry of frustration, her head falling into her good hand as the tears spill through. She feels weak and sick and guilty and ashamed and every fucking negative emotion there is. Scared. Hurt. Desperate. Lost. 

She wants Elliot. She wants their daughter. She wants all of this to have never happened. But it did and she feels disgusted and dirty. She feels his hands all over her, she smells his breath in her face, she hears his voice in her ear. The nausea is too powerful to push away so she leans over the side of the bed and empties her stomach until she can’t hold herself up any longer and she just collapses down onto the bed, her eyes falling closed.

She knows she won’t stay that way for long, not without seeing his face, but with how weak her body feels, she figures the exhaustion combined with the pain medication will make her fall into a forced, but much needed sleep...

#oops #felt inspired to do this sooooo here we are? #i have thoughts and ideas for this #like elliot maybe getting the message but when he calls back there's no answer so he calls fin immediately cause ue KNOWS something #is wrong with how she sounds #enjoy the pain! #tw; torture #( You and I. Always. | Season 8 / Married AU ) #6313stabler

[intersectionalpraxis]

I just posted a thread on the history of colonialism and ongoing oppressive Indonesian occupation of West Papua. If you have time, please read the educational slides. This is absolutely horrendous, and has been going on for decades. The Indonesian government and military must be held accountable. Free West Papua.

#feminist #social justice #settler violence #settler colonialism #current events #current news #free west papua #west papua #history #indonesia #colonial violence #colonialism #global news #world news #torture tw #end the occupation

[malumxsubest]

hc + 👍

Thematic Headcanons. | accepting!

hc + 👍 for a headcanon about things they like:

she adores her nightclub. it's a cathedral and she created a goth/alternative nightclub with it. it's her baby and she put so much work into to make it happen. she loves sphinx cats or any hairless creatures. many would deem them odd or strange up foul looking but she typically likes what others do not particularly enjoy or like. and this case, she has a soft spot for odd looking creatures. she loves blood in every sense of the word. the way it taste, the way it smells, the way it bubbles and streams from a wound. blood. she LOVES a good torture. since she's so ancient, she deems herself quite good at it. perhaps even a master. many would like quick methods but she... she wants to take her time. peeling layers and layers of flesh; fat; sinews; tendons; muscles... she will take her time but also ensure they are ALIVE and conscious to what she's doing to them...

#tysm for asking this :3 #and ι'll ғear no evιl вecaυѕe ι'м вlιnd тo ιт all [headcanon] #ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉᵍ ᶤ ᵈᵉˡᶤᵛᵉʳ [answered asks & memes] #tw; blood mentioned #tw; torture #tw torture #tw blood mentioned #cw torture #cw blood

[ladyimaginarium]

ofc lmao /s n e wayz its nice to know that "america" & "canada" dont support r.amcoa survivors not that i& expected them to. this kind of stuff Does happen to people y'all. it's not just something you see in movies or read in comics or listen to on podcasts.

#arcana.txt #tw; ramcoa #tw; tbmc #tw; dbmc #tw; brainwashing #<- tagging jic for any otherr.amcoa / h.c-d.id systems who may be upset by seeing things like this #tw; mind control #tw; torture

[ao3-crack]

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#archive of our own #ao3 stuff #ao3 quotes #archive of our own quotes #fanfic #fanfic quotes #funny #ao3 #your parents have a bazooka #and an Iron Maiden #and a portal to another dimension #and an encyclopedia about fudge #is this funny #i can’t tell #I mean I think it’s funny #but is it really? #anyway you should def read this fic #tw torture device #idk if that’s a trigger #but I thought I’d tag it anyway