((Bringing back this hilarious gem I found in my old sketchbooks))
There is much Ecaterina regrets about her past and the things she’s done.
First, she ran away from home when she was barely sixteen and fell in with a bloody and sadistic outlaw gang. Her parents, hearing about the kind of people she was surrounded with and the atrocities she’s taken part in, went to find her, and when they did, they were killed in front of Ecaterina while begging her to come back home. She tried to cut ties with the gang afterward, several times, but every single time she was coerced, threatened, tortured, caught and brought back. It became evident that this would be a life she could opt out of, and she accepted it, but still blamed herself for her parent’s death.
The second major regret of her life is leaving her husband and daughter alone and running again. Not without good reason, though, because she tried to start over and settle down, yet her past caught up with her. Members of the gang she used to run with found her and kidnapped her husband, trying to lure Ecaterina out. She managed to rescue her husband, but would not get to enjoy more time with him and their daughter, as she left them the very next day, only now realizing how dangerous it was for them to be around her and how she could never stop running.
Third regret: her daughter, now married and with a son, begging her to return to the civilized world and stay with them, as her husband turned into a violent and abusive man, and she could not care for her song alone. Ecaterina refused, knowing what happened the last time she was around her daughter. Months later, she learned that she’s died– drowning, an apparent suicide. Once more, Ecaterina ran even farther.
In the fourth instance things could have gone horribly wrong, they didn’t. When her grandson, now fifteen, managed to find her and write her about all the ways his father was torturing him and how he could bear it no longer, Ecaterina came to his aid as fast as she could. She killed her son-in-law, took her grandson, and they rode out together. She raised him from then on, taught him how to use a gun, how to hunt, how to rob and steal to survive, how to injure and kill to defend himself.
In a way, Bogdan was Ecaterina’s redemption– or at least that’s what she hopes for. Through her grandson, she returned an honorable, kind-hearted person to the world, in exchange for all those whose lives she took. Still, her regrets, mistakes, and sins remain, and no matter how much she tries to be good and do good, she keeps falling back into old habits and giving in to her impulses. After all, it’s all she’s ever known for over forty years.
Fundy canonically waterboards people as a trauma response!?
To anyone looking from the outside, Josiah could’ve been just another father walking down the street with his child… just the local preacher helping a lost child back to his mother—tending to his flock. It had been quite simple: let the mother get worried, bring back her child and watch her defenses crumble. It would be then that Josiah would be able to strike.
“See? We’re home now. Ring the door bell so that mommy knows,” he instructed with a smile, carrying the child so that she could press the button on the side of the door frame. Josiah waited patiently with Hope for her mother to appear. When she did, Josiah offered a charming smile “Thought you’d want her back,” he jested.
Ohohoho, now we’re getting into the good stuff >:)
I fucking live for psychological torture. It’s just so much more fun, ya'know? My all time favorite method would have to be false executions, though. They are really versatile in the way an execution can be faked, but you could stick anyone in that spot and it just works.
Catch me being emo about Hermione’s experiences in Malfoy Manor and Ron’s sobs as he heard her scream. Catch me being emo about how Harry was practically blinded by pain and was still trying to get them out, about sweet Luna held hostage as leverage and Draco forced into a role he had no business being in because of his parents. Catch me still being angry at the absolute failure of so many adults to protect these children.
realizing how much power aetlus has in a torture chamber because all the fucker has to do is bring out the spiders he’s been caring all his life to threaten people with them .
“… My life on the Surface was awful. Any more information is none of your business.”
“It’s nothing I’ve SEEN, but I remember listening outside my parents’ room when they were talking about things that had happened to them in the War. It was so… awful…
But seeing Dad get sick from that buttercup cake when we were younger was horrible too. I-I thought… that… that he’d…”
[He tears up. Chara pulls him in for a hug.]
“Darling, it is okay. He lived. We all did.”
“They never played any music at all. Wish they did. Would’ve took my mind off of what was happening a bit.
And if anyone kills anyone I love, then I’ll kill them too. Slowly and painfully.”
“Agreed. Unless they kill me too, then I will make sure that they suffer a long and painful death. Now that I have a wife and a child, I know what it is like to be willing to go to any means necessary to ensure their safety. Any. Means.”
“Oh please. As if that would be a difficult question for me. I know that my focus on cold, hard logic would make people think that I would save books or technology, but that is easily replicated. Human life isn’t. I would save Asriel and Aisling - my siblings - and Katie-Rose. She has suffered enough at my hands, so I would save her if given the opportunity.”
Toppat!Charles Part 5!!
GUESS WHO’S BACK WITH TOPPAT!CHARLES!?
Thank you all so much for your patience with this one, like I said, I’ve been going through a lot in my personal life, though things are getting better.
If you haven’t read the previous parts you can find them HERE:
ENOUGH ABOUT ME! TIME FOR THE RECAP:
Henry has taken the CCC’s offer, despite opposition from Galeforce, Ellie, and even Daddy Dearest Terrence Suave.
Meanwhile, Right has polished up Charles and set him up in an actual room for a change of pace.
Not really a headcanon this time but a MASSIVE, MASSIVE trigger warning for torture, violence, and a trauma truck load of angst; we’re focusing more on Charles this part since he was more of a cameo in Part 4.
Got that? GREAT!
Like before we pick up where Part 4 left off, but with Charles in his new room across from Right, who has taken his position at a desk chair and is calmly talking to Charles. If this were a movie, we would only hear the music score before getting a close up of Right saying something to Charles, who reacts by raising his eyebrows and widening his eyes.
Right sighs as he rubs the non-cybernetic half of his head. “Do I got to repeat everything to everyone?” He recomposes himself and meets Charles once more, the pilot shaking his head as he curls his knees into his chest and holds his hands on either side of his head.
“No. No, no, no, nononono. I can’t do that. You can’t make me.”
“So you’d rather go back to rotting in your cell?” Right asks as he raises an eyebrow. “I’m offering you the chance to have some form of freedom and you’re willing to throw it away for your stupid government?”
Charles keeps his head down, but clenches a fist. “They’ll get me out of here. Just wait and see.”
Right grabs Charles’s ankles and throws them down before grabbing his jaw, forcing his to look up. Thhe two are inches away from each other and Charles’s instincts are telling him to run since fighting hasn’t exactly worked out for him.
“Look at where you are and what’s been happening. Any time the government tried sending a destroyer, it didn’t work. You were left alone in that cell with nothing but your shadow on the wall to talk to. You have a chance to get out and not have to deal with that anymore. You’re seriously going to turn it down because you think the government’s coming to rescue you? Taking my offer would get you out a lot quicker. ”
Charles only glares into Right’s human eye before doing a very ungentlemanly and dumb thing by spitting in his eye. (Unsanitary as well, I might add. Really, Charles, get with the program!)
Right backs away slightly, though it’s more like an angry flinch because he recoils and then freezes.
Charles, however, keeps his glare as his wipes his mouth off with his sleeve. “Never.”
Right is still for a moment before backhanding Charles with his cybernetic hand, not enough to seriously injure him, i.e. a broken jaw or knocking him unconscious, but it does leave him seeing stars and in a good state of, ‘that hurt a lot more than it should.’
Right stands back, takes out a handkerchief, wipes his face off, and then pockets said handkerchief before folding his hands behind his back.
“You’ll come to your senses. If you can wait, so can I.”
With that, Right leaves the room just as Charles picks himself up, rubbing his cheek.
“See you tomorrow, Charles.”
As the door closes behind Right, Charles’s face and the room’s temperature drop.
Cut to Right, who is leaving the hall and going to that room we saw in the Free Man ending, that cafeteria- like room with the big window overlooking Earth.
JUMP TO THE NEXT “MORNING”
Charles is sound asleep in his bed when a pair of toppats come in. One stays by the door and the other wakes up Charles.
The pilot, due to being out-strengthed and delirious from sleep, is pulled out of his room and can barely keep up with the toppats as they drag him to a different room.
In Charles’s perspective, the world is dark and he keeps drifting in and out of sleep. He eventually opens his eyes to see he’s back in the jungle, by the crashed helicopter. Right is nowhere to be seen, but Charles does see someone else, someone that he ACTUALLY happy to see. As in he smiles and tears up.
Henry stands still as he stares at a growingly flustered Charles, who races toward him.
“Henry! Man, are you a sight for sore eyes! You have no idea what these guys’ve done. C'mon, let’s go-”
Just as Charles is about to hug Henry, he holds a hand and stops Charles in his tracks.
Henry’s face turns from blank to angry or annoyed and he shakes his head, backing away.
Charles tries to follow him, but he can’t. When he looks, he sees his feet are sunken into the ground and panics.
“Henry! Help! I-I think I stepped in quicksand!”
Henry only backs away further, now glaring at Charles.
“HENRY, PLEASE! SAY SOMETHING!”
Henry finally approaches him and leans close to his his face.
Before he can say anything, Charles’s breath catches and he quickly finds he can no longer breathe.
Charles tries gasping and exhaling, but only blows bubbles out of his mouth.
The jungle fades away into a very dim grey, almost falling. Henry falls away with it, much to Charles’s fear.
The pilot tries reaching for Henry and is pulled away, seeing as Henry swims further away from him.
Charles gasps for real this time as he is pulled out of a tub of water and focuses his gaze on Right, who is standing over him with his arms folded behind his back.
“Good morning. Sleep well?’”
Charles tries to push himself away the tub only to find his hands are either tied or handcuffed behind his back, I’m noting an ‘either’ here because while I can see Right using handcuffs or restraints like the ones we see in the Free Man ending, to save on resources and because Charles is already pretty weak, he’d probably just use a rope.
The toppats that woke him up and dragged him here both hold his shoulders, one holding the back of his collar.
Charles glares at Right and struggles against his bonds, but he stays quiet.
Right sniffs and nods at the two holding Charles. “Give ‘im a wash.”
The one holding his collar grips his hair, yanking it and making Charles follow his movement before dunking him back into the water.
Right watches as Charles struggles both above and below the water, mildly impressed that he’s still strong enough to the point that the two toppats are having a hard time holding him under. If this were a movie or a game cutscene, the camera would hold on Right’s face, resolute and expressionless, and all we would here would be the score and Charles struggling. Right blinks and an icon appears on his cybernetic eye, a solid circle with a ring around it.
After a while, Charles’s movements slow and nearly stop completely, bubbles leaving his mouth and nose.
Right nods at the toppats pull him up.
If that first dunk didn’t wake up and alarm Charles, this certainly did.
Charles gives one of those loud gasps and coughs up water as he catches his breath.
Once his breathing goes at least to where he’s not huffing and puffing, he feels one of the toppats grip his hair again. He fights against him, but is ultimately pushed back into the water.
The partner repeats itself for a while.
Dunk his head in the water, wait for him to stop struggling, pull him out and wait for him to just about get his breathing normal, rinse and repeat.
After maybe a half an hour of this, Right notices Charles has started shivering after his last dunk and is having a hard time getting his breathing even.
“Enough. Get ‘ im to a medic.”
They do so, and Charles follows with barely any strength to keep up.
The next day isn’t any better.
The toppats are ordered to sit Charles in a chair, his hands on the rests, his head in a restraint, and his eyes held open with something like reverse clamps; if you’ve seen or read A Clockwork Orange, you’ll know what I’m talking about.
Right takes a seat next to him, a medic on his other side to keep his eyes hydrated, and the two watch a simple movie.
Just a nice, sit down, home cinema night 😁😊
JUST KIDDING! NO THEY DON’T!
“You seem too confident your government’s gonna save you.” Right turns his head to the screen and folds one leg over the other. “Let me remind you what they’ve done to us.”
Charles follows his gaze as the film begins.
I’m guessing the Toppat Clan has been around for a while, based on how many paintings/pictures of the leaders we see in Completing the Mission, so there would be PLENTY of news footage of the government using any means necessary to arrest any toppats they can get their hands on.
The film Charles watches is nothing short of horrifying. I won’t go into detail, but just know that it’s pretty disturbing. Like, psychologically messed up.
Charles is forced to watch as members of the government, something HE WORKS FOR, arrest, torture, and execute Toppat Clan members in extremely violent ways.
Right is quiet as he watches because he’s seen this tape on more than one occasion; he also watches as a reminder as to why he joined the toppats to begin with.
Charles, however, isn’t exactly that. After watching a clip of seeing a government official gun down a group of new toppat recruits, he finally snaps.
“STOP IT!” Charles cries as he struggles in his chair and restraint, much to the annoyance of the medic. “PLEASE! MAKE IT STOP!”
Right’s attention is now on the pilot as he continues screaming and crying, watching quietly as he takes note of his work.
Charles screams as loudly as he can as the film keeps rolling, unable to look away as the government is practically used against him.
Right uses this pattern for a LONG while. One day, Charles is physically tortured and the next he is shown more footage of the government hunting down toppats.
This cycle is continued until, after maybe three months(it doesn’t seem like it’d be that long, BUT TRUST ME, IT CAN BE), when the toppats come for Charles, they find him standing, waiting for them.
This time is different, though.
Right is with them and approaches the empty eyed, silent Charles.
“Learned your lesson?”
Right holds out his hand, a smirk on his face.
“Whaddaya say, kid? You want in?”
CUT TO HENRY
Our multilived friend is lying in bed, having a very fitful sleep. I keep jumping to what we would see if we were watching a movie, but trust me on this, I think you’ll really like this one.
In this dream, Henry stands in the middle of four mirrors, a different “ending” of him in the side mirrors and the ine behind him. In front of him is himself, on his left is the Toppat King ending of himself(I’m just calling him Toppat Henry), on his right is the Toppat Recruit endimg of himslef(Recruit Henry), and behind him is his Revenged self.
“You should’ve taken that offer,” Toppat Haenry chides.
“Charles would’ve been safe, if you did,” Recruit Henry adds with a shrug.
Henry hears his Revenged self cough behind him and hears his augmentations whirring. “We wouldn’t be friends, if that happend.”
“And that bothers you?” Toppat Henry laughs.
“Think about it,” Recruit Henry says very smugly. “Since when have you needed friends?”
“Escaping the wall-”
“You got out alone before,” Toppat Henry says with a tap to his hat.
Henry jumps when he hears glass shattering and turns to see his Revenged self has punched his mirror and cracked it.
“King, recruit, theif, it doesn’t matter,” he gurgles as blood oozes out if his mouth. “A toppat never keeps his word.”
Revenged Henry hits hus mirror again and causes it to shatter, forcing our Henry to jump back and crash into his own mirror-
Henry wakes up and looks around his room, shaken and stirred. He checks his arm and back before sighing and hugging his knees to his chest.
“I hate when that happens.”
Man, that was a psychedelic ending!
BUT THAT’S A WRAP ON TOPPAT!CHARLES PART 5!!!!
This took a very, very, very, very, very, very, VEEEEERY long time, but here it is!
Thank you all so much for your patience and following this series. I am having such a blast writing this, you have no idea.
Thank you all for reading! Stay safe out there! And HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!!🦃🦃🦃
A sneak preview of my upcoming story, part two of Kidnapping and Confessions.
It’ll be out soon, hopefully.
“I’d love to kidnap, torture, and murder people – but it’s just not practical in this day and age!”
Ooh, yess. :) Thank you for the inspiration.
c.w. whumper turned creepy caretaker, torture aftermath, pet names
He was working to keep himself calm under the weight of the man’s hips but his breaths stuttered and cut off in quiet whimpers. It was more than just crying, but the kind of exposed, broken weeping that made him want to sink into the mattress and just disappear so nobody else would have to hear him. Especially not Nick.
A cutting voice. “I told you to keep still, didn’t I?”
“S-sorry,” Hayko whispered, hoarse and lips barely parting.
“Don’t be sorry, be still.”
Nick’s method of lathering ice onto the black and red streaks left from the cane conflicted him, and it was so far removed from the brutality he had shown moments before. Up until his ribcage and down, slowly, and repeat. Motions that were both mechanical and had an unplaceable intimacy to them.
“Thought you would’ve known better than to do that,” Nick muttered after a few seconds of silence. “You know the routine, love. I tell you to do something and either you do it or I make you.”
Hayko let his head turn to the wall, eyes fixing on the yellowed curtains of the apartment.
“Have you got nothing to say?”
Nick stopped the treatment and saw a chill run through the man beneath him as he turned to meet his eyes, fear trickling fast into his expression. It was such a sudden movement that it took him back. Although he couldn’t read Hayko through and through, the way he was pleading so desperately with his eyes made him scoff.
“Relax. It’s over.” Nick thought he heard a shivering sigh of relief.
“‘m sorry,” he whispered again. “‘should’ve listened.”
Nick went back to work after that, continuing to wipe away blood, dampening the edges of the abrasions with alcohol, patching particularly ugly wounds, and all in silence. There was no mockery this time.
As his patient shifted again, another cutting word was about to leave his mouth until Nick stopped and licked his lips. “Why is it that it’s so hard for you to follow orders, love?”
Hayko wasn’t entirely sure that he should answer and the only thing harder than figuring out Nick’s mood was figuring out whether that was a rhetorical question. Shrinking away, he turned his head again and gasped when it was brought back by a hand.
“I asked you something.”
“I-I,” he breathed, “I thought he was going to…hurt me when he said c-come with me. He looked angry.”
Nick stared at him for a while, wondering if he was serious but passed it off with an eye-roll, massaging the man’s jaw with his thumb. “I’m going to hurt you.”
And with that, he froze, unable to pry his eyes away or breathe as Nick drew in closer. “I’m going to hurt you if you ever pull this stupid shit again. Understand?”
Hayko swallowed hard, nodding quickly with squeezed eyes. “Y-yeah, I-…I understand. ‘m sorry.”
A coy smile played on Nick’s lips as he felt him shiver. “Now I’m going to take care of you and you’re going to appreciate it.”
Oh yeah, he definitely tortured Watts to get him to comply.
Fantastically, RWBY is actually portraying torture quite accurately. It made Watts say the exact thing Ironwood wanted to hear (”I’ll help you”), when that couldn’t be further from the truth.
Uh. Good request, but like I said I’m not taking them. So, remember this and then you can request again after I open requests! But again, I’m not accepting requests, only questions. And unless I’m not reading this right, this is more of a request. Sorry, Anon.
Take a moment and imagine your OTP, freshly rescued from captivity/torture and being treated for their injuries. Begging the doctors and nurses for updates, begging their friends that come and check on them, because the last time they seen each other they were lying broken and bloody and very well near dying. How about one of them sneaking out of their room to go and see the other, because after everything they both went through they just need to see their love alive and breathing with their own eyes?
Bonus points if the one sneaking from their room is worse off and definitely shouldn’t be up and about. And maybe the other would’ve done the same but their a little less mobile due to a different injury. And how about, it ends with the one sneaking out of their room collapsing on the floor with their partner too far away to be of any help as they struggle to get to them while fighting with IVs and their own injuries, while desperately shouting for help? And the one on the floor has to be rushed into some life saving procedure once help does come, all because they got up and worsened their injuries?
tortured. accused. a woman out of time. amazing what can happen in a month. that the very men that had believed her a spy and working for ( what was the name? ah, kjotve ) their sworn enemy were clamoring for her attention now. chani stands at the forefront of the crowd, tonguing the inside of her healed cheek. this isn’t home. there’s no doctor on site to see what’s wrong; there’s no stunt that’s gone wrong. every bruise on her body has come from the group in front of her, waiting for her to make a choice ( and telling her all the reasons they’re the right one ). it took them time to believe her. longer to let her walk around. and now they give her this choice: death or marriage, because chani has seen too much. never mind it’s their fault for dragging her back to their homes in the first place, for not watching what they said around her. she’s fucked and the only action she’s really taken is picking up an axe without permission back in her time, back home.
she knows some of their names, almost all of their faces. it’s possible they knew they were going to do this before telling her, that the ones that had spoken to her had done their best to get ahead of the others. the only one she thinks she can truly call friend is valka, if only because she reminds her of a dear and old friend ( one she may never see again, if she’s dead or doesn’t adhere to what they’re demanding ) and she seems to know so much. gain their trust. it’s the only thing chani can think to do. sound advice, that she didn’t need the other woman to give her.
❝ so all i need to do is choose my future husband. ❞ nods from the group. ❝ and everyone here is unmarried? ❞ murmurs of affirmative. she grins with her teeth, pointing in the direction of the door and even more so, the blond stood near it in the shadows. ❝ then it’s eivor i choose. ❞ and oh, the uproar is so worth it, even if maybe chani should fear them suddenly closing in on her with complaints.
𝐄𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅-𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 ( @unforsake ).