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yellowbrickramble · 2 months
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If Scarecrow doesn't calm down, he's going to be kindling.
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bobauthorman · 3 months
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One Piece is a story about freedom...
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...But our hero sure gets put into a cage a lot.
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thunderstruccc · 1 month
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The grippers are out
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whumpetywhump · 4 months
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Bad And Crazy - Ep. 12
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one-time-i-dreamt · 1 year
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My uni teacher who was apparently a former inmate was hired by Americans on a high security prison project because of his knowledge of brand new laser technology, only to end up imprisoned by them in said prison.
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dingbatnix · 5 months
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Sooooo I had Imprisoned thoughts : D
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Poor Sapnap isn't doing well, but he has taken care of his wounds as best he can. He's wrapped his cut with strips of his overshirt, and used the rest of it as a sling for his arm. His bandana has been repurposed as a hair tie for a bun, because otherwise his hair (soaked through and wet) clings to his face and neck and it's gross.
Dream tries to strike up conversations pretty often, but Sapnap usually blows him off, or ignores him. He doesn't try and fight, or hurt Dream physically, too afraid for Karl's safety, but that doesn't mean he can't cuss the absolute shit out of Dream.
Sapnap can't do much but sleep and (very rarely) talk to Dream, so he's incredibly bored out of his mind. Sometimes he can hear Dream's plans, when the man is muttering to himself, and sometimes he can hear Dream speaking to someone else (was that...Punz?) but other than that...his life has become very boring.
The worst part is, he can't really exercise, due to his wounds, and the lack of space in Dream's stomach, so he can feel himself becoming weaker and weaker and weaker.
...he doesn't know if he'll ever get out. Sapnap has never known the effects of depression...but now? He was learning.
...he hates it.
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So! Those are my thoughts! Poor Sapnap is struggling, oh no. Will he ever manage to escape? Will someone rescue him? Will he re-befriend Dream and get let out? Who knows! For now, tho, he's kinda stuck : D
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whatiswhump · 8 months
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Part 2: They Thought He was the Villain
CONTINUATION :)
Note- Sorry the partner isn't in this one but there is a good amount of mentioned torture, non con manhandling, nonsexual nudity etc... BUT she will return!
Part 1
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When they took the hood off of him he was in a concrete room. He kept his eyes on his knees on the floor, not daring to bring them any higher. At least the tears had stopped, dried salt on his cheeks now.
“Villain, you stayed hidden for quite some time. I have to say I’m impressed. I didn’t know you were capable of that.”
The boots in front of him were familiar. He knew these boots. He would never forget them. It was foolish of him to think that he could leave them in the past.
A hand reached down and took his chin to lift it. He closed his eyes, clenching them shut.
“Look at me Villain, open your eyes.”
The fingers gripped tighter, verging on painful… a warning.
“Open them.”
So he did. In front of him, better illuminated, was the personification of his nightmares, the Captain.
“You know…. I couldn’t have shocked you back there. But it was good to know you still respond to the threat. Perhaps our training was more effective than I thought.”
He couldn’t have… But the words- the feeling, so visceral. It hadn’t crossed his mind to not obey, nothing had in fact. Just pure fear. And now shame. Coiling deep in him, so pathetic.
And now the collar was back too, the Captain linked a finger through it, Villain winced at the touch, all to aware of how easy it was to set off.
“You’re quieter now. I like that. I wonder if that pretty girl liked that. Does she know what you did? Or more to the point, what I did to you?”
He shook his head minutely, pathetic tears threatening again.
“Should have known that would you ruin more lives while you were out, more than your own… Good thing we’ve got you back home, huh?”
He blinked back the tears, trying not to make a sound but not lifting his hands to wipe them away. Not that he could.
“I asked you a question, what do you say?”
“Yes, sir-“ Villain whispered back with a quivering voice.
The grip tightened again. He choked on his congestion trying to speak, “I- am happy to be home -sir.” Tears wouldn’t stop falling.
He sighed and paced the room a few steps away from him, “…But you’re going to have to be punished for what you did- all the time and resources wasted on bringing you back. You know that right? How wasteful you’ve been?”
He closed his eyes again, tears spilling out silently as he nodded.
“Mhm." Then he paused for a few beats, perhaps savoring the moment, "If you don’t fight it, it may be easier, it’s up to you.”
It wouldn’t be easier, he knew that.
“Bring him over to intake. We will begin in the morning once he’s processed.”
Rough hands grabbed him, pulling him up off his knees and dragging him forward. He trained his eyes back downwards, too familiar with what would come next.
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First they removed the chains. Then his clothes- just a pair of boxers and thin pajama pants anyway. Then he was chained to the shower room wall for the power washing.
He wish he didn’t scream.
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After:
The institutional lice powder,
Shaving his head- the long inches of freedom sheared away to the floor,
Dental and cavity checks,
... Then the first dose.
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“Villian, you know how this goes. Take it.”
The guard was impatient, irritated when Villain didn’t open his mouth for the tablets to be poured in.
But Villain couldn’t open his mouth. It wasn’t a choice so much as a sheer inability to. He wasn’t crying anymore, he was too dehydrated for that. But he wouldn’t, he couldn’t… willingly take it again.
“They said he was already trained.”
A radio screech filled the room, “Medication reinforcement for Prisoner 3620.”
There was no retreating, he was already surrounded.
The steel door buzzed and clicked.
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Everything else went quickly after that. He fought, or at least he tried.
They beat him until he was wheezing on the floor and then pried open his mouth, poured the pills in, and closed it for him, holding his nose closed and massaging his throat to force him to swallow.
He wasn’t given clothing yet, that was to be earned.
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Then he was alone.
Not that it mattered. He was too disoriented to even know that. But he knew there was a grief.
He was home again.
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“Villain, I am surprised you refused your medication yesterday, I thought you liked it, a pathetic thing like you, the sedation must be a relief.”
His left cheek was still on the concrete floor, eyes vaguely unfocused staring ahead at the boots again.
“But then again, I knew a little obedience training would be in order, I work miracles but you did weasel out after all...
Don’t worry though, you’ll never want to do that again.”
He blinked.
A boot caught him in the stomach.
“Are you listening, Prisoner 3620? I am going to make you good again, better than before and I am going to enjoy it… You might not though.” There was a familiar smile. A familiar pleased voice.
“Get him up.”
Two guards shifted him to sitting against the wall of his cell. Again, the hand under his chin, so he made eye contact. Like he was trained.
The man kept speaking but the words warped and muddled in the air, the medication was taking him under again.
Then the beating began. Again.
Then he was wet, soaking and cold. The beating continued. There was blood in the water.
The voices continued. He tried to drag himself away at one point. Then the shocks started. He stopped trying to get away. He thought he remembered how this went. Someone laughed. Then black.
Then there were the boots again, he didn’t know how he got there, he couldn’t quite focus.
Shock- He understood this. They wanted him to pay attention.
He was being dragged somewhere. He wouldn’t get into the chair, more shocks. Why did he have to be bad. He didn’t like being bad.
He woke up in a chair, strapped in. How had he gotten there?
There were men in white coats. Another injection.
Another?
“My shifts ending in 20, up for a drink after?”
“Sure, Marie’s at her sisters tonight with the kids.”
“Poor bastard, we’re going to have to hose off the chair after.”
A laugh.
“Get Simmons to do it.”
He was on the ground. Boots.
He was wet. Soaked through.
Blood or water?
“Villian, one last time, will you do as the captain says or would you like more shocks?”
What did the captain say?
He was drowning, he couldn’t breath.
He was on the ground.
Why didn’t he have any clothes on?
Where was F-?
“If he won’t eat, force feed, he doesn’t get out that easy.”
Ground. Something sharp.
Boots.
Electricity.
Water.
Boots.
Crying.
And crying.
“Pathetic piece of shit. How’d he ever manage to get out in the first place?”
“Beats me, but when it happened, the Captain went ballistic, something in him snapped. Obsessed with the bastard… accidentally killed a different prisoner right after.”
“You think he’ll kill this one?”
“No, but the poor bastard would be lucky if he did.”
Shock. Puddle of water.
Someone was stroking his head. Someone was combing his wet blood soaked hair with their fingers.
“That’s it... attaboy, you’re learning again.”
He groaned a small pitiful noise.
“You can be good, you’re showing me that right now. Mhm… Good boy.”
His head wasn’t on the concrete and there were no boots.
His head was on khaki. A leg.
“Ah-ah. Don’t move.”
A hand gripped his hair. It hurt. A warning.
He thought it had been buzzed? When was that?
He stopped. And his breathing stopped too. But the bone deep pain in every inch of his body persisted.
“I bet you wish you were dead right now.” The voice mused playfully.
Did he? It made sense, maybe he did.
The hand went back to stroking, “Too bad you’re mine. And you’re going to stay here forever... Never allowed to die. Never allowed to leave.”
He thinks he remembers this. Something like this before.
He’s home. Isn’t he?
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linecrosser · 1 year
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Febwhump 2023 - No.14 - Captivity
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castelias-cat-queen · 4 months
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Well! That was a nasty fight, wasn't it?
How embarrassing that it ended in my loss, on live television no less.
Still! Life goes on! Ç'est la vie, as they say in Kalos.
I'm quite the shrewd businesswoman, you know. The moment I realised I wasn't winning back there I started building some new little ventures in my head.
So far, they've been wonderfully successful, as you can see by my access to a Rotom Phone... I even have a Pellipper Mail setup, straight to my 'Cell.'
Though, to call it that is a bit of a misnomer. I've already upgraded quite a bit. I have my own shower, kitchen, and private garden here... Though not without tremendous effort, of course.
All in all, I think I'll quite enjoy this new direction that life is taking me~!
See you around, darlings~
Toodles~!
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hurtcomfortguaranteed · 2 months
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Bheem works to rescue the best friend he wrongly believed had betrayed him, in the masterpiece of bromantic cinema that is RRR.
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THERES A USED CONDOM IN HERE!!
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jodragen · 10 months
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Bird in A Gilded Cage by jodragen
Sparrow learns that not all Hybrids are friendly…. Wonder if he can sing?
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tildeathiwillwrite · 2 months
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Whumpuary 2024 No. 12
"You're Awake" | Rescue | Unfair Fight
Whumpuary Prompt List
TW: chains, imprisoned, guns
Whumpee awoke to the sound of gunshots. They blinked blearily, surprised that they had been able to fall asleep at all because of their situation. Whumpee had been chained to the ceiling and left without enough slack to sit or lay down properly. Even as they thought of it, their attention was brought to their wrists, throbbing and aching from the immense pressure placed upon them for hours at a time.
More gunshots reminded them how they’d been disturbed in the first place. They moved as close to the cell door as the chains would allow, hissing through their teeth at the pain in their wrists and back. “Hey!” They shouted, voice hoarse from screaming. “Hey! I’m in here!”
A stray bullet sparked off the wall in the hallway and whizzed inches past Whumpee’s ear. They flinched and backed away. “You almost hit me you bastard!”
A head appeared from around the doorframe. “Is that any way to refer to your rescuer?” Caretaker asked, leaning casually against the cell door.
Whumpee’s breath caught in their throat. “You…” they stammered, “you almost hit me with a bullet! That’s not a rescue, that’s a threat!”
Someone else appeared at Caretaker’s side. They barely glanced at Whumpee before shoving the door open. “Good, you’re awake,” Caretaker’s ally said, all business. “Caretaker, guard the door. I’m gonna have to cut these chains off you, we don’t have time to find the key.”
“Fine by me,” Whumpee snapped, rattling the chains as Caretaker’s ally pulled out a pair of bolt cutters, “just make sure Caretaker doesn’t shoot me by accident.”
“Hey!” Caretaker protested, firing a few rounds down the hallway, “I’m a good shot! And it’s not my fault one of my bullets decided to ricochet and almost hit you.”
Whumpee stretched their newly freed arm as Caretaker’s ally moved on to the second chain. “Yeah, whatever.”
Caretaker’s ally finished cutting the second chain and folded their arms, glaring at Whumpee and Caretaker. “Are you two finished bickering? We’re outnumbered out there. I can’t have you distracting each other.
Whumpee and Caretaker glanced at each other for a long moment before Caretaker crossed the room and enveloped Whumpee in a hug. “I was so worried about you,” they whispered, voice shaking. “And to see what they—what they’ve done to you… I’m glad you’re okay.”
Whumpee blinked. “Uh…” they mumbled, “thanks. You too.”
“Alright, enough with the reunion,” Caretaker’s ally interrupted, glancing worriedly towards the door. “We gotta go. Now. You can make out later.”
Caretaker stuck their tongue out at them but obeyed, releasing Whumpee from their embrace and cocking their gun. They smirked. “Let’s get outta here.”
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June 16, 2023 – Matthew 25:37-40
“Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’ “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
New International Version (NIV)
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juniperhillpatient · 2 months
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Katara “I’m not abandoning these people” is so important to me 😭 This 14 year old girl allowed herself to be purposefully kidnapped by an enemy nation & then refused rescue because she wanted to inspire her fellow prisoners to fight back like ok 💔
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evilhorse · 8 months
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Sleep your life away, Universo.
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