#technically torture

[angelynmoon]

Ted is not a monster, no matter what the police think, Karen's injuries are her own fault. She should not have pushed him, he's so tired of her nagging, of Holly's crying, of Mike not listening.

Nancy is a lost cause, has been since she began dating that Byers Boy.

The Byers always were Bad eggs. It didn't surprise Ted when Joyce lost her youngest. It was a little surprising when he showed up alive, Ted had figured that someone had killed the boy.

Ted wished Nancy had stuck to the Harrington boy, he was a good sort, and even if he was like his father, at least the money he came from would make up for it.

Ted was angry that Hopper had arrested him, was angry that when he discovered when Steve Harrington of all people had Holly, not the Ted wanted her, she was too needy and had been mistake, an accident but Karen wouldn't consider an abortion.

Ted sat on the cot in his cell, he was alone, Hopper having to step out for a moment.

And then the lights flickered.

Ted scowled, "That's not funny."

The lights did not stop flickering, flickering faster and faster until every light bulb burst in a shower of sparks.

Ted flinched at the sudden darkness.

"Hello?" He called, standing.

There was a long momrnt of silence before Ted feltt something right next to him, he could feel it's breath at his ear.

"Hello Ted." Harrington's voice said.

Ted breathed a sigh of relief.

"Steve, Son, you scared me." Ted said as he turned to look at Steve and froze at the sight of a Monster.

"I'm not your son, Ted." The monster with Steve's voice said "and you should be scared. You hurt Karen. I like Karen. She was nice to me, even after Nancy left me."

"She asked for it." Ted defended himself.

The monster bared it's teeth, too many, too wide and Ted had the distinct feeling he'd said the wrong thing.

"My father said the same, the creature that are my Spawn said the Same thing. Nothing asks to be hurt." The monster saud.

"Please, don't hurt me." Ted begged, falling to the his knees.

"I'm not going to hurt you, Ted." The monster said.

Ted let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you." Ted started.

"I'm going to kill you, until the rivers of the Down Below run pure. You don't get the luxury of a quick death. Not after what you've done to my family."

The monster lunged and Ted did not have time to scream before the grey walls of the Station cell disappeared

When he became aware again Ted felt cold and something grey white was falling from the Sky.

Something screeched and Ted flinched.

Something dove at him and bit into his body, tearing him up until darkness came.

Ted woke up, something snarled and lunged, digging teeth into his arm, dragging him along until something cracked in his head and darkness came.

Ted, woke up to teeth in his throat, darkness came.

Ted woke up. Something nibbling at his toes before slowly moving up his leg and leg body until he was fully engulfed slowly his body began to to boil until finally, thankfully, darkness came.

Ted Woke up, Steve sat beside him on a Rock, a dark, poluted river flowed next to the vines that surrounded them.

"Please, Please make it stop." Ted begged.

Steve looked at him, eyes dark, empty.

"No." The monster said.

Something swooped, threw Ted up and swallawed him whole.

Darkness came...

Ted woke up...

Ted woke up...

Over and over until the Rivers of blood ran dry until the air purified.

But that took a very long time.

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So um it's been quite a while since I worked on this, but here you go.

@addelyin @merricatty @lesbiabrobin @apuckishwit @0o-mushroom-o0 @starlight-archer @darkwitchoferie @just-a-tiny-void @swimmingbirdrunningrock @intergalactic-president-awesome @vampireinthesun @goodolefashionedloverboi @adhdsummer @purpleanimeoverart @space-invading-pigeon @lilaclilyroses @nohomoyesbi @plantzzsandpencilzzs @korixae @subversivecynic @flusteredcas @persnicketysquares @freddykicksasses @little-trash-ghost @cupcakesnwhiskey @cats-ate-all-of-my-pasta @planetsoda @paintsplatteredandimperfect @irregular-child

@daydreamsandcrashingwaves

@lifeisnotsobadonceyoustopcaring @steddieassheg0es

#eldritch monster steve #from the rot #part 17 #revenge #warning ted wheeler #technically steddie #technically torture

[gregemann]

gabriel shrine of good grades

#ultrakill #ultrakill gabriel #gabriel #technically the pain is over but i still feel like i dont have enough time to draw/relax even tho i do #TORTURE!!!!!!!!!

[sophisticatedswifts]

We’ve had ttpd for a week so here are some release week highlights

#Aristotle was a struggle for some of the tiktok swifties apparently #also I know the last one isn’t technically ttpd related but it did happen this week #and it’s so funny #ttpd #ts ttpd #the tortured poets department #taylor swift

[softichill]

When the Jack is Laughing

#cricket doodles #art #creepypasta #laughing jack #laughing jack creepypasta #Best part is I'm technically drawing him in full color #I think more people should draw this guy boneless. Iirc he's described as looking kind of like a ragdoll in the original story #Also I'm kind of torturing myself with the way I draw his hands but he looks cool so idc

[llitchilitchi]

I've not held a brush in my hand for months so have a c!dream while I re-familiarize myself with my watercolours again

#ert #dsmp #dsmp fanart #c!dream fanart #c!dream #dreamwastaken #dream fanart #back in 2021 I had a headcanon that he loses his arm during torture and needs a prosthetic and I really wanted to revisit it #technically this is a redraw of a piece I drew back in 2021 #I dont even know if I ever posted that one anywhere

[trustworthycinnamon]

Howdy Ultimate Dirk nation how are we doing today I'm sorry for my evil crimes (or am I)

#homestuck #homestuck beyond canon #dirk strider #ultimate dirk #ult dirk #homestuck 2 #hsbc #epic galleria #i dont like adding so many technical tags but if i dont organize myself i'll fucking explode and die and go Ult #one might call this yassifying. i simple call it having a Big Brain and Seeing the Truth #that screenshot is from an upload of Beatup btw. mf has like 3 fucking theme songs. lets beat him up #i was forced to draw fuckin hands. worst moment in my life. this was my own form of torture #you can see where i started to give up and go Fuck it We ball. tf is this bastard hunk wearing #what it is wrong with him. it is so attractive #i want him so bad i feel sick. i think i hauve covid. joder que bueno está el condenao me lo cargo a besos dame una noche con él #hey why dont you fuck with My narrative handsome. leans against wall with a rose on my mouth #i dont even read h:bc btw but the slay energy that panel had provoked some energy inside me in me to activate

[heir-of-sapphirius]

Severus Snape's First Kill

this took too long but alas alack, we ball OC in last panel is Augustus-Timber Sapphirius Count this as prequel content for the Heir of Sapphirius comic, I was in a mood, it's canon to the comic, yay Severus is 18 here, not long after joining the DE

#snape #severus snape #snape art #harry potter oc #harry potter au #harry potter comic #harry potter #harry potter fanart #snapedom #technically pro snape #lmfao #I swear I only torture him out of love #heir of sapphirius #augustus-timber sapphirius #augustus sapphirius #house of sapphirius #sapphirius #lackey art

[breannasfluff]

Tell Us

Whump Rating: 3/5 TW: Mild-ish Torture, injury, resolved ending

Legend doesn’t like to show weakness, especially in front of enemies. Unfortunately, the bandits saw the way he stepped in front of Hyrule and Wild; both injured already and caught off guard. They made the logical jump that if they wanted to hurt the vet, all they had to do was focus their attention on the other two.

Hyrule whimpers and each sound cuts a little deeper. The bandits want the Master Sword—never mind that they couldn’t hold it, nor do any of them have it.

“Please! I don’t have it! I swear!” Legend rattles the bars of his cell, but it makes no difference. They’ve already been at this for hours and if they didn’t believe him before, they likely won’t now. How long before they give up?

“Too bad for you, hero,” one of them sneers. “You’ll just have to watch us take your friends apart bit by bit.” He digs a hand into Hyrule’s hair and yanks. The traveler winces, but keeps his mouth shut. “Sure would hate to move to more…extreme measure.”

More extreme? Whipping? Beating? Pulling fingernails? Legend hisses, but there’s nothing he can do. He doesn’t have the one item they want.

Whatever he plans to do is cut off as one of the other bandits yanks Wild back into the main room. He’s bloody and bruised, but his eyes are hollow. It’s like…there’s no one home. The champion shut down quickly after being captured, already nursing a wound on his side.

Why did the trio decide to chase after the straggling monsters when two were injured? It was instinct, but by the time they caught up to the monsters they were cut off from the group. Easy pickings for the bandits.

Legend sends a silent prayer that the rest of the Chain will find them quickly.

“Any luck?”

“Didn’t make a sound. I don’t know if he can even talk.”

“Well, we still have this one for leverage.” The bandit claps a hand on Hyrule’s shoulder. “Pain isn’t working so I thought maybe we’d try a softer touch.”

Legend glances back and forth between the two, anxiety rising. What’s that supposed to mean? Hyrule is twitchy with people already. It took ages for him to relax into the casual back slaps and shoulder nudges the group uses.

“He seems…sensitive to touch. Brat probably lives half-feral in the woods.” The bandit gives an ugly laugh and ignores Wild, turning back to Hyrule. He grabs the traveler’s chin and forces his head up until his eyes meet Legend’s.

There’s a mix of desperation and steel there. I can take it, the look says.

His heart aches as he stares back. You shouldn’t have to; he tries to convey. It should be me.

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” the bandit says. He runs a hand through Hyrule’s hair, but this time doesn’t pull. It’s gentle; carding through the curls. Wild often does something similar when the traveler is tucked against his side.

“I’m sure we can make this more comfortable for you all if your friend just gives us what we want.” The bandit wraps an arm around Hyrule’s shoulder in a mockery of a hug. One hand traces along his collarbone and cups his neck.

Hyrule trembles and leans back, eyes wide. “S-stop,” he whispers. It’s the first word he’s said so far.

“I want to. I really do.” How the man manages sincerity is a mystery. “This can all go away. Just give us the Master Sword.” His gaze switches to Legend. “You’re the hero. I know you have it.”

“I don’t! I swear, I swear, I don’t have it anymore!”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Please!” He slams a palm against the bars, on the verge of tears. “Please, let me switch places.”

“Oh no.” The bandit straightens and shoots him a toothy grin. “It hurts you far more to watch.”

The other bandit gestures at Wild, who’s slumped in the chair he’s been tied to. “What about this one?”

“Hasn’t made a sound, you said?”

“Yeah.”

A half shrug. “See if you can get him to scream.”

“Stop it!” Legend’s eyes burn, traitorous tears slipping free. “Stop hurting them!”

“Give us the sword.”

“I don’t have it!”

“Then tell us where it is!”

“I can’t—I don’t know!” Legend closes his eyes in defeat, leaning his forehead against the cold metal. “I don’t know. I wish I did.”

They don’t care about his sincerity, turning back to his friends. The main one wraps an arm around Hyrule’s shoulder and another around his stomach, despite the awkward angle of the chair he’s tied to.

Hyrule shudders and jerks, trying to escape the motion.

How long did they work on hugs before he accepted them as comfort? Legend can literally watch as all their hard work is undone before his eyes. All for an item he doesn’t have.

Wild screams.

They all jerk, turning to look at him. The other bandit has a hot poker pulled from a fire and presses it against the prior wound on his side. The champion thrashes, and the chair rocks, then falls over. His head hits the stone with a crack and he lies still.

No. No, no, he’s okay. He’s just unconscious, right? Head wounds like that can be dangerous. Legend sobs now, begging the bandits to let him take their place. What else can he give them instead? Why is he so helpless, locked in this cell? They haven’t even hurt him! Some hero, forced to watch as his friends are harmed on his behalf.

“You imbecile! What if he dies?” The two bandits argue over Wild, who’s still slumped on the floor.

Hyrule is crying, chest heaving with silent sobs and cheeks wet. Can he cast thunder to get them out of this? No, he’s already low on magic. What can they do?

One of the bandits gives a cut-off yelp and slumps to the ground. The other bandit stares at the arrow sprouting from his neck, non-plussed, before he turns to the entrance of the cave. An arrow sinks into his eye. The scream is cut off as a second hits his neck. With a gurgle, the bandit collapses to the ground.

Legend’s never been so happy to see the Chain rush in, weapons and fairies at the ready. Twilight goes to Wild and dumps out a fairy, while Warriors cuts the rope binding Hyrule to the chair. Wind pulls out a lockpick set and works on the cell door.

As soon as it swings open, the vet runs for Hyrule. Wild is slowly blinking, already crowded by Four and Twilight. The traveler flinches when Legend reaches for him and his heart sinks. “Sorry,” he whispers and steps a few inches back. “Are you okay?”

The smile he gets in return is watery, but there. “I’ll be okay.”

The vet has his doubts, but that’s a problem for the future. For now, they are saved.

#tortured for information #tw torture #tw injury #whumptober2023 #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu whumptober #breannasfluff #mywriting #lu wild #lu legend #lu hyrule #technically triple threat #but i don't want to tag them

[serendippertyy]

tiny forest dwelling horse x eldritch horror who turns rain into chocolate milk is my favorite ship dynamic 🦋🌪️

#omg drawing discord is torture but i suffer for Them #they just make me happy how can u be sad when fluttercord is technically canon #my little pony #mlp fim #mlp #my little pony friendship is magic #mlp fanart #fluttershy #mlp discord #fluttercord #my art

[heather-garland]

inspired by @4525yaois rotting james :-)

#silent hill #silent hill 2 #harry mason #james sunderland #heather mason #silent hill memes #uhhhhh #this is technically one of those sh 1-3 protag line ups where harry and heather are normal and james is dying in the face #well i say normal #tag of torture

[fruchtfleisch-art]

Quail came in and stanced firmly before them. He was of solid build and exuded health and power, and his eyes were dark and penetrating. He had one feature that made him most remarkable, and most frightening. His head, which was large and round, was quite devoid of fur, as was much of his body. It was blue-pink, shiny, strange. It appeared smooth and unlined until any expression passed across it at which point a thousand tiny wrinkles formed and made a mole realize that there was something dead, something rotten, about the smooth skin.

Senior Brother Inquisitor Quail, from the Duncton Chronicles/The Book of Silence! He has one of the most repulsive character journeys in the entire series, but I wanted to draw him the way we first meet him, powerful and menacing.

#duncton wood #duncton chronicles #xenofiction #duncton wood series #mole #the book of silence #i still have 3 trillion ideas for duncton art i just gotta sit down and do them!! mole are hard to draw #which is why i must draw them more #why is senior brother inquisitor quail so evil you ask. think of a bad thing. he has done that thing. #he's the guy who figures out how to torture moles to death without *technically* killing them so it's all good in the eyes of mole jesus #and that is just the start!

[itsatorchwoodthing]

jack would have loved twelve but also absolutely hate him because he looks like the dude from CoE, and he can’t stop thinking about it

#TECHNICALLY #HE SAW HIM AT DINNER WITH RIVER #HE KNOWS #OH JACK HARKNESS SITS THERE #KNOWING HE WONT BE ABLE TO SPEAK TO THE DOCTOR #KNOWING RIVER IS GOING TO DIE SOON #AND KNOWING HE LOOKS LIKE THE DUDE FORM WHEN HE HAS LOST HIS BOYFRIEND #TORTURE ACTUAL TORTURE #torchwood #doctor who #jack harkness #captain jack harkness #river song #twelfth doctor

[summertimemusician]

Linktober (Shadow) 2023, Day 11

Monsters (Dead Hand)

Summer Stop Giving Reader/PoV Character and the Chain a Hard Time and Trauma Challenge (impossible) /j. But really I'll probably write something lighter for Linktober or Linktober Shadow later to compensate for this one lol. Probably a sequel to this one that has Reader actually having a nice time with the Links for once.

Technically since unfortunately studying for future exam season in like a couple of days has been kicking me in the ribs and thus my time was highly cut and unfortunately I don't have an Ocarina to give me more, this is actually a mix of prompts! The ones in the title, Keese, Wolfos, Wizzrobe, Lizalfos, Redead, and Boss, although they are not the focus here, mostly just mentioned but technically checking out the boxes, maybe next time I'll go more in deep on that (Like the original idea that basically was Reader taming a pet Wolfos as a guard hound that I will not elaborate on at least not this year), instead y'all get this with the boss that gave a lot of people childhood trauma and was never seeing again since because we really don't talk about just why Dead Hands are terrifying much, just that they are, really missed opportunity to use them more in an LU context lol.

As always any relationship between Reader and any of the Chain can be interpreted as romantic or platonic, and Reader is Gender Neutral on Purpose. And First is here because again, this would have been longer if exam season wasn't kicking me in the ribs and I have some really evil ideas involving First, Reader and Time bonding over having trauma of enclosed spaces, but thankfully y'all don't get that today lol, or not, it would be a really fluffy scene so up to y'all if it's a win or a loss.

TW:

Don't think there's anything too heavy-ish? But I'm a horror fan so I'm not someone who can accurately judge that. I'd say graphic descriptions of violence and gore, and being restrained/pinned in place and the entire deal that is the Dead Hand's existing, so please don't read if you're squeamish or uncomfortable. Health is important and specially mental health and I always leave these warnings on Linktober Shadow related prompts or heavier stories, so just a heads up so no one is caught by surprise.

Anyway, enjoy reading!

It was an almost unanimous agreement that no hero liked to pass through a cemetery in Hyrule.

From the restless Gibdo, to the mischievous yet usually cruel Poes and the lost Ghini, to the ever wandering Stalfos and the ghastly agonized Redead and ever determined ghoulish Garo, nothing good ever came from entering in areas where dead things roam. You can't be sure if it's because of the magic in Hyrule, the living force of light and shadow and the divinity coursing through the land, or simply the will of the undead or the consequences of Demise attempting to claim the Triforce, graveyards and desolated fields meant silence, they should be where those who are gone should finally acquire their final catharsis, not to roam endlessly without release, solemn as these places are they are still places for a peaceful end and to be denied such due to the whims of the Shadow... You can think of very few awful fates that can compare.

('Terrible fates, you could say.' The grimly bemused part of your mind whispers, as you walk alongside Time further down into the crypt that you and the Chain had followed the shadow into, silver, prisitne armor briefly blends with old, rusted, bloody gold and you think you hear the rattling of bones in the distance, the draw of a rusted, but still serviceable sword. You shut it away with a snarl as you cut down the Stalfos attempting to ambush Wild from the rear, and it goes down and back into the darkness with a screech alongside the chilling knowleged and the sick cracking of broken bones, not on your watch, never on your watch, you refuse.)

"Of all places why did it have to be a bloody crypt?" Grimaced Warriors, casting a weary glance towards the skulls decorating the walls, their empty sockets empty but silently cutting, as if sneering at the fact you lot had dared disturb the dead, as if it wasn't the Shadow's mere presence making what would otherwise be a place for rest into a possible death trap.

Legend smirked, though you could tell he wasn't anymore pleased from the way he marched through the cold, cracked stone floor, steps flighty and eyes darting around corners, "What, a bit too much for you, soldier boy?"

"No," came the prim answer, although the twitch of the hand near his scabbard as you stepped into an open chamber gave him away, as well as Wind being kept at his side rather than near the wall, "Just don't generally like fighting the undead in closed spaces. It's a recipe for disaster."

"On that I believe we all can agree on." Came Time's voice, cutting through the banter, tense as a drawn bowstring, you knew being back in a crypt wasn't easy for him, with the way his jaw tensed, you both had the same awful memories of a similarly buried, abandoned place where dead things roamed without cease, frantic, hungry for the warmth of the living, "Keep your guard up, and stay close together."

Almost as if on cue came the monsters from the open corridors, you didn't hesitate in drawing your blade to cut through the enemy, keese were easily dispatched by Four and Legend's swords, you spun to slit the throat of a growling Wolfos from Twilight's era going for Sky's back just as he mercilessly chased down the Black Lizalfos, the beast clearly avoiding the glow from the Sword of Evil's Bane. Time's back to yours as you cleared the path for him and blocked the Shadow's exit through the left corridor, it had already proven that it would not matter if you did or not, but you refused to not let it work for survival.

The jolt of magic being used crawling up your spine was your first warning. Like the build up of lightning in a storm, the taste of rust and a feeling like tar  slithers up your throat.

The second was Wild's warning shout as the chamber shook with the grating, chilling, blood curdling howl of the Redeads, Time lunging away from your side to slash the beasts away from Wind and Warriors with all of the fury of a wolf defending it's pack, before you had to throw yourself back, slamming your back against the arch on the right as it caved in, lest you be crushed alongside the Wolfos coming for your neck the second the older hero moved.

You were separated.

You were alone.

A really, really bad spot to be when in Hyrule's catacombs.

"Are you alright?!", Came muffled from the other side of the stones, the hint of an actual wolf's growl and the distinctive Ordonian cadence, Twilight.

"I'm fine! Keep fighting, I'll find my way to you guys!", You yell back, heart racing, trying not to think about what you could find on your way back, you didn't have any bombs on you, it wasn't feasible to use them in a place as old as this, not without risk bringing down the ceiling on you and the Chain. But most catacombs have interconnected hallways, if you moved quickly, you might just avoid finding anything that you won't be able to handle on your own.

You think Twilight replies, but it's muffled by another Redead's yowl, you wince, your muscles lock up and you feel something warm drip from your ears, but thankfully you are not rendered immobile due to the involuntary wall, you swallow your trepidation and get moving.

The further you get away from the fallen stones, the more silent the catacombs extending from the crypt you were dropped in became, shadows twist oddly by the torches upon the wall with only your breathing and the cold, unfeeling remains of the dead to keep you company, the lowly burning flames bringing you no warmth. The corridors blended together in the darkness cast by the faint light, the shades contorting themselves in the crevices of your paranoia the longer you went on with only your own hurried footsteps to make any true sound.

Not one monster had found it's way to you thus far, though, and according to the copy of the map Legend had made the second you had acquired the original from a very unfortunate Wizzrobe from Wild's era. You just needed to pass one more open chamber to find the corridor leading to your boys, You couldn't keep them waiting, who knew how long it would take for the fight to finish if Redead's were involved? And staying still when the Shadow could turn itself intangible was practically begging it to switch it's attention, it usually didn't pay you as much mind as it did the heroes, Time specially (it seemed to hold a grudge against him more than any of your boys, you noted bitterly), but it would occasionally target you if it meant getting a rise from any of the Link's or if it felt you were too  secure in your safety, it was better if you found your way back first to the hunt before you became hunted.

You grit your teeth, by Hylia's dripping gash, you were so. darn. tired. of. being. hunted.

Of watching your friends being led into a wild hunt with no end in sight, dragged by the noose by a remnant that refused to stay dead, you never thought you could burn with so much anger, with the desire to see if fire would scare it sober into ceasing in it's infection of all of Hyrule's Eras. But unfortunately you knew it didn't work like that, so you had to survive, you would survive, because someone had to protect the heroes when the heroes protected everyone else and if no one was going to step up to the job, you'd just have to do it yourself.

Shaking yourself from your thoughts, lest you end up drowning in them, you breath in relief as soon as you come upon the metal door with the symbol of the royal family, faded and rusted with age, there. You just needed to pass through this chamber and the corridor next to it, and you'd be back with Link, all of them, and hopefully out of here. You push it open, grip tightening on your long dagger, almost a sword, good enough to cut and hide. The thick and pungent combination of old, congealed blood, sick and decaying flesh, something like rotten eggs dipped in alcohol and withered flowers hits your nose, making you nauseous but you press on, the chamber is circular and dimly lit, with a long cracked, soft stone from a leak in the walls. You studiously do not look at the far corner of the dungeon or the pillory's and shackles scattered around near the cells,  there's a second door to the other side, as soon as you pass through it you'll be in another corridor.

... It's silent, too quiet. Unease slithers and twists around you like vines, but you can't delay, you won't, so you keep walking-

Until you can't.

Something has grabbed a hold of your leg. You look down, and your blood freezes, spotting a long, sickly, pale arm and a bright crimson, elongated nails, claw-like, digging into your ankle, having dug itself up from the fragile ground.

You don't hesitate, slashing down violently at the offending limb, frantic terror spreads through your blood, you knew what was here. It featured in your nightmares for a long, long time, you knew it still haunted Time's, the limb goes slack as it is severed, and you barely note the way it starts bleeding black and green at the stump, thankful for Four's expert craftsmanship and maintenance hints as you dive to the exit. You don't make it far, it's companion limbs  bursting in front of your path like a snake emerging from the ground, it makes a solid grab for your  arms, one of them grabs you by the scalp, firmly digging as you dodge and weave between, a stabbing pain upon your skull from the indomitable grip of something fueled by fury, twisted magic and rigor mortis and makes you cry out, your slight moment of hesitation allowing two more hands to latch onto your legs and arms, nails slicing through your flesh like easily and digging, tearing like a rabid hunting dog's teeth upon an unfortunate deer, leaving deep gashes upon your arms and ankles, it's not unlike being pinned and held to a torture rack, in hindsight, ironic given just where in the crypt you ended up.

Your hear the ground below shifting below you, a groan carrying through the air, awfully monstrous, coldly human. You struggle harder like a desperate butterfly upon a dissection board, from your peripheral, you see the form of the thing unhurriedly dragging itself over, it uses the sharp and bloody ends of where bone was broken to slice it's hands off to shuffle out of the grave, using it's stubs as support. Long long neck barely supporting it's elongated head, the scent of rot intensifies and you feel like gagging as it settles it's empty, frigid, hungry eye sockets on your bound form; it's broken jaw contorting itself in a mockery of a human smile over rotten gums and exposed teeth, stretching unnaturally and bringing emphasis to it's rotting, bloodied sunken features. From behind it's bloated, putrid shape, barely obscured by the bloodied white cloth and the grotesque vision of the undead you swear the crimson eyes of the shadow, watching you coldly, the hint of a knife sharp, serpentine smile as the sound of wet meat slamming across the ground rings in the chamber.

Fury mixes with your panic as you snarl, trying to twist the dagger in your grip as best as you can to drive it into the arms, pain and blood drips from the open wound but you don't care; you need to get away from the Dead Hand. A monster like that feels no pain when struck for it is not human, not any longer, and you couldn't hope to face an infected one alone, it shuffles over the floor, unhurriedly shuffling like a predator that knows it's prey can't run away, it moans and groans with hunger as it approaches and you have no intention of giving it a meal, you grit your teeth as the nails sink deeply into your shoulders and arms, using your blade to saw through rotting flesh and hopefully break bone with every single inch of strenght you have, the blade is slick in your hand with your own blood and the poison-tar of the Shadow's infection burning through you but you do not mind, can't. You need to get away-

The undead's teeth sink into the hollow of your collarbone, blunt, human teeth that shouldn't have half the strenght it does to rip through flesh, blood and crack bone, and you caterwaul with pain, skin crawling and numbing and set aflame with curses sent from the dark reflection of the hero, darkening, veins blackening, your eardrums vibrate with the force of your own agony and you are sure you could rival a Redead on pitch alone of your tortured howl. Struggling even more ferociously, attempting to disloged it, kick it off, your blade sucessfully slashes through the arm from your reverse grip, pushing away from it with the savegery off a cornered predator you sink your long dagger into the undead's eye sockets, tearing through it's cheek with animal ferocity, it keens high and chilling, you're losing blood quickly and it (for it's not a human, not anymore, you can't feel sympathy for it, won't. You can't hesitate.) knows, for it tries to chomp down onto your vulnerable neck, your arm being the only thing keeping it from biting it out as you growl with pain, although you can't be sure it just won't bite through, it's teeth are bared, the pitch of it's blank eyes locked onto yours in stalemate, you have the advantage of not being weakened by hunger and decay, not sluggish like it but that will not help for long, the clammy being determined to bleed you dry and feast on your corpse and you are drowning drowning drowningDROWNINGWITHWRETCHEDTORMENT MAKE.THE.PAIN.STOP-

A scream of your name, sword calloused hands yank you away from claws and fangs (because nothing with blunt teeth and nails should be able to wound someone so throughly), you waver on your feet, swaying, supported by a warm, strong body and pulled away. A sword slashes the foul being away from you and you go lax, numb with pain.

First, First was supporting you. Keeping you steady, stopping you from falling, snarling at the corpse with a lion's fury, holding you protectively. Time tears by him like a man possessed, frenzied with the look of a man looking at his worst nightmare and growling in denial. The Links, wounded but alive, the Chain had met you halfway.

The last thing you remember before losing conciousness as adrenaline leaves your body and everything goes dark, is wishing that they'll burn it to be sure it's gone for good. It's the kindest thing that can be done for a such a wretched existence.

You'd be okay.

#linked universe x reader #technically #lu first x reader #lu time x reader #but mostly only hinted at because things didn't go according to plan #anyway my pitch is that dead hands died of hunger more so than torture which is why they are so darn bitey #and that being an undead being in Hyrule is horror at it's finest actually and in this essay- #Really can't wait till exam season is finally over so I can ACTUALLY dig up those essays lmao #missing scenes include and are not limited to: First comforting Reader after because he knows intimately how unpleasant it is #to be restrained underground alone #and the two fall asleep on each other to reassure the other is still there #and protective Time caring for Reader because having Dead Hand Trauma™ dug up is not fun #On a Scale of Viscerally Hating the Dead Hands from Biggest to Lowest: Time First Twilight Warriors Sky Wild Hyrule Legend Four Wind #I will not elaborate why at this moment #And now I'll take a darn nap lol #summer writes linktober 2023 #summer writes linktober shadow 2023 #summer writes #Feral Reader #Reader gets to be capable as a treat

[creekschaoscorner]

Malevoversary 2024 - Day 3

Addison • Larson Family • Guilt

#im obsessed with the concept of Yellow torturing Larson #with hallucinations of Addison #also I just didn’t have room to write all the prompts #that’s why I didn’t #lol #addison larson #wallace larson #the king in yellow #malevolent #malevolent podcast #yellow malevolent #technically #also i guess #malevolent spoilers #for those who haven’t seen part 40 #malevoversary2024

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

link to the 70 page bdsm + autism essay?

Should have expected this ask lol:

https://core.ac.uk/download/pdf/196229949.pdf

Edit: 🚨 OH NO THE LINK IS BROKEN OH NO! 🚨 I literally found it googling "autism and adhd" or something like that (or maybe duck duck going). Anyway, I can try to track it down again in a bit. I have it on my computer, but I'm on mobile rn.

EDIT 2: 🎉🎉🎉 I found it 🎉🎉🎉 and also another one. I don't remember if I read the 2nd one but I will have by tomorrow morning. Probably.

I haven't read it all the way through and also am not autistic so I can't fully vouch for it.

[For context: I have a post going around about weird writing research tangents where I mentioned reading someone's masters thesis on autism and bdsm. Turns out, this is a subject that interests people on the Autism and BDSM Webbed Site]

#Yeah one of my main WIPs is an autism/adhd romance and they're gay wizards solve murder mysteries #Technically a wizard and a familiar... I'm having a hard time nailing down their dynamic still and I need to go back to it #Very into that feral bulldog sub vibe #Also designing a magic system specifically to torture someone with adhd has been super fun. #Autism #Writing #asks answered #anonymous #post o' mine

[lamentablequeen]

i need to be picked up and put in my home biome right the fuck now

#what do you mean i cant see a mountain from here #i read like eight papers today on human modification of landscapes specifically intentional burning #and i was like. jesus christ #i neeeeeeeed to be on the west coast again!!! #we do it different etc #im being tortured tantalus style by this list of native species of the central coast range!!!!!!! #stop mentioning places i live and native plants i know ill cryyyyyyyyy #robin wall kimmerer the ecology writer of allllll time you have changed how i think about place so much #i need to see a redwood or sequoia tree or ill throw up #(technically they are sequoias but whatev.)