#tw: restraints

[ofmiceandwomen]

The Kingship of Maedhros

Something a bit darker and more dramatic for today.

#silmarillion #tolkien #my art #the silm fandom #silmart #noldor #maedhros #angband #Maedhros in Angband #tolkien elf #jrr tolkien #lotr art #nelyafinwe #fëanorians #tw: captivity #tw: blo0d #tw: restraints

[hold-on-a-little-longer-whump]

Whump Potluck!

To celebrate 400 followers (!!!! What?!??), I encourage everyone to share a recipe for their favorite whump scenarios. And, because everyone always has more than one favorite (I know I do!), share another recipe! And another if you like! Not only does this get the info-nugget out of your brain, but you could find others who enjoy the same thing and it could even help some struggling writers! Better yet, why not use these delicious recipes as writing prompts? I'll start with my own favorite recipe:

Comfort Can Hurt

Restrained/Handcuffed

Blood loss

Thrilling/Intense rescues

Panicking teammates

Manhandling

Grasping hands (for comfort, to keep from getting separated, trying to break free, etc.)

"Just hold my hand. You're gonna be fine."

Can't breathe/Catch their breath (!!!!!)

Struggling against caretakers because it hurts

"[Name], you need to calm down!"

Involuntary sedation

Can't go wrong with some classy whump tropes, am I right? Here's one more:

Martyrdom Idiot Heroes

Strong/Angry at the world/Distant whumpee (thinks everyone couldn't care less about them)

Pushing past their limits

Self-sacrifice

Gunshot injury

Blood loss

Injury reveal (jacket/coat w/ a white undershirt? (!!!))

Collapsing (with a dash of teammates rushing to catch them)

"It's okay, we've got you."

Sunshine medic turning into angry, no-nonsense medic

Soft/Hazy awakenings (esp. if everyone else is sleeping nearby/standing guard)

Confusion at being coddled

"Pull that stunt again and see what happens."

See?? Delicious. Feel free to contribute or modify recipes to fit your personal tastes <3 no recipe is too niche or too flavorful!

#whump #whump prompt #whump writing #whump scenario #whump community #whump challenge #whumpee #whump potluck #martyrdom #self sacrifice #tw: gunshot wound #gunshot wound #tw: blood loss #blood loss #asphyxia #can't breathe #manhandling #soft manhandling #tw: restraints #restrained #rescued whumpee #involuntary sedation #sedated #involuntary drug use #tw: drug mention #injury reveal #comfort whump #blood and injury #angry medic #team caretakers

[terriblywhumpy]

>How it started

>How it’s going 

Pardon the mess it’s just a thought I had 

#character: david #whump #whump art #tw: injury #tw: blood #tw: captivity #tw: torture #tw: restraints #human whumpee

[some-messed-up-writing-for-you]

Short Prompt #978

CW: dub-con touching, suggestive themes, kidnapping, restraints.

"P-Please, stop. J-Just let me go," the human croaked, terrified as their captor sauntered closer. They struggled in their restraints with a whimper, trying to escape what they assumed to be an operating table.

The alien loomed over them with a curious rumble and laid a massive hand over Human's stomach, making them freeze up. Alien's palm easily covered the human's entire abdomen as they softly kneaded their soft flesh. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you~."

Human was startled by the plain English; they didn't think the alien could actually understand or speak with them. Though still worried, the purr in the creature's voice definitely had them feeling something. The oddly pleasant touching certainly wasn't making it any easier. "W-What will you do then?"

Another big hand met Human's body, resting upon their thigh and bringing heat to their face as Alien leaned in closer. "I just want to get to know you~."

#human x monster #monster x human #human x alien #alien x human #writing #writeblr #human #monster #alien #prompt #short prompt #writing prompt #writing community #smuwfy #some messed up writing for you #tw: dubcon #tw: dubious consent #tw: suggestive #tw: kidnapping #tw: restraints

[ever-winter]

Plotted Starter - @crownshattered

Close. He'd been so darn close to achieving all that he had ever wished for. So close for all those years of unspeakable pain meaning something, for these emotions to be ripped from his chest - for the rebirth he desired above all else. He'd been in touching distance of true divinity - such power had been right at the tips of his fingers - and then the world had spat in his face.

Now, he'd fallen. He'd fallen as hard and as far as he'd never done before, those annoying raw emotions ripping into his chest, as wires dug and pulled at his skin, thick tubes plugged into his back, glowing softly in the otherwise pitch blackness of the room he'd been left in, the puppet covered with many 'strings', strung up like the failure of a weapon he was, the Gnosis once again ripped from his heart, all strength, all fight, gone from the husk that hung limply in chains, silent tears falling, as the self pity threatened to swallow him whole. Left alone with only pain and his own thoughts - of course his mind would wonder towards his various mistakes, mocking him for all that he had struggled against, mocking him for his fall, for his losses. This was a betrayal to himself, the irritation causing his skin to itch, eyes slowly opening as he blinked free a few of the building tears, wishing against all odds for these emotions to be swallowed by the void. But it was when Childe's face flashed before his mind, that his chest squeezed tightly with so much pain that he cried out into the darkness, chains rattling as a weak tug was made against them. Right, he'd killed him. The one person in this sorry world who'd actually shown an ounce of care in his direction - and he'd turned the human to ashes. So what? Childe had attempted to stand in his way, was loyal to his Queen and no one else...he had to get rid of him to reach his goal of Godhod...so why was it his face that kept flooding his mind? Why was it his death that caused such anger to build inside? A dumb human life, a dumb human who'd betrayed him, just like everyone else - why did it hurt so much to think on him as possibly being dead!?

Behind him, the thick tubes to vanish within his back pulsed with a fresh supply of energy of whatever it was that was currently being pumped into him, causing him to cry out in agony, the taste of blood heavy on his tongue as he bit into the fleshly organ in his surprise - but at least the wave of pain would chase such pointless thoughts away - at least the pain would eventually cause him to fall back in the darkness of his mind.

Least, that had been the hope. The grinding of the thick doors opening suggested that he wasn't to be so lucky though, Scaramouche squeezing his eyes shut tightly, trying to hold back the cries of pains, not wishing to give whoever was entering the pleasure of hearing his cries - though that was proving to me rather difficult - his chains rattling violently as he struggled to somehow pull free and away from source of the agony.

#crownshattered #Muse: Scaramouche #Verse: Bad End AU #[[It Might Kill Me But I Want it to be True - Scaramouche x Childe (crownshattered)]] #tw: torture #tw: restraints #tw: human experimentation #//ask to tag

[lithefider]

Engiespy Week 2022: Day 4 - Angst Day / Opening up

I decided to draw one of the most angsty scenes from my OC Engiespy fic for this day. This scene is where Lance is thinking Domi was just a blu (using red spy as a disguise) trying to get close to him for Intel, and everything romantic they did together was just a lie...so he goes into the infirmary to try and talk to the medic's restrained captive, but can't find the words to say anything, and Domi is so exhausted and shocked to see him there he can't say anything either. Lance turns to leave, his heart pounding, but Domi calls out to him in desperation. Lance stops and comes back. Domi just wants to apologize and explain it WAS all genuine.

Bonus version:

This one's actually more accurate to the scene, because it has the improvised water respirator unit the medic threw together to put water trickling into Domi’s lungs to keep them moist. I just didn't want it distracting from Domi’s expression for the feels on the initial illustration.

#engiespyweek2022 #engiespy #tentaspy #tw: medical #tw: restraints #dominique #Lance #Don't worry Lance believes him 🥺💕 and accepts his apology #art

[lucakairomi]

Whump Scenario #1

Let me know if I need to add tags! Feel free to use :)

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Whumpee twitched back against the wall as Whumper's tongue pressed against their jaw. It caught the tear dripping down Whumpee's cheek, slowly tracing its path back up their face, leaving a warm, wet trail. Whumpee's stomach rolled. They tried to turn their head, to push Whumper away, but their arm held Whumpee's shoulders fast. Whumper's mouth flickers into a little smirk when they feel just how fast Whumpee's pulse is fluttering under their fingertips...

#whump #my writing #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #whump scenario #tw: restraints #whump prompt

[we-are-all-of-legend-now]

Fictober Day 10: It's Alright, I'm Here Now

Prompt number: Prompt #10

Fandom: American Dragon Jake Long

Pairings/Characters: Jake/Rose

Rating: T

Warnings: blood; violence; injuries; restraints

You can read under the cut or click here to read it on fanfiction

Jake froze.

                Did that sound come from outside? Gramps wasn’t supposed to be back tonight. No one was supposed to be here. Jake hated the way that the fear rolled through his stomach and then through the rest of his body but he couldn’t help it. Anyone who was in his position and wasn’t scared was an idiot and Jake had grown up a lot. He wasn’t dumb enough anymore to think that he was invincible or that he was the biggest, strongest thing out there. The older he got, the older his enemies got too.

                Jake thought he heard another sound. Moving very slowly, he sunk down to the floor and started to crawl his way toward the basement. There was a safe room in there, to make the safe house as safe as it could be. All he had to do was get down the basement steps and cross the floor and he would be safe until Gramps came back and told Jake that there was nothing outside. Jake was just being paranoid which was a good thing this time because it might just save his life.

                There was a definite rattling at the door which made Jake feel better. If he had been found, they wouldn’t be trying the front door. It didn’t mean that he was going to stay sitting on the living room floor, inviting death in.

                Jake was halfway down the basement stairs when he heard it.

                “Jake, oh, Jake.”

                It was so quiet that it could have almost been the wind. Almost. If Jake didn’t know that voice as well as he knew his own rapidly beating heart. She was here.

                Rose had found him.

                Jake threw himself down the stairs, giving in to his flight instinct. He just had to get to the safe room. Not even Rose could get in there; Gramps had made sure. They knew it was a possibility that she would find him – she had always been the smart one – and they knew that she wouldn’t show him an ounce of mercy anymore. In the name of love, Jake had messed up far too much for Rose to show mercy anymore. He’d had to run to a safe house because she had actively started hunting him on the Huntsman’s orders, putting his entire family in danger. He slipped on the bottom stair and then he felt hands on him. He let out a squeal of terror.

                “Shh,” Rose murmured sensually, her lips against his ear, her body pressed against his back. “It’s all right, I’m here now.”

                “Please, don’t do this.”

                “I told you we’re enemies now.” Rose pushed Jake away and he fell to the ground. Now was the time for him to transform and try to fight back but looking up at her, Jake knew that he didn’t have it in him to seriously hurt her. Gramps had known it too. It was probably why he had insisted on the safe house. “So, I’m going to act accordingly.”

                “It really all meant nothing?” Jake asked, getting up while Rose stared at him with her cold blue eyes. “You never miss me or think of us or wish that we could go back?”

                Because Jake did, all the time. He woke up every morning with the phantom of her in his arms, thought about texting her every second of every day, and even thought about picking fights with the Huntsclan just so that he could hear her voice. He stared at Rose, wishing that she could read all of the thoughts of love and missing her that were running through his mind. Rose looked completely impassive. She might as well have her mask on for all the expression that she had.

                “You can’t love someone who did what you did,” she replied.

                “So, you’re just going to kill me?”

                “Eventually,” Rose said casually, drawing her Huntstaff from her weapons belt. “Master said if I was the one to find you, I could play with my food a little. Not the others, though. He didn’t trust that you wouldn’t get away from them.”

                “Why are you doing this?”

                “Because he told me to and he is my Master and I have to.” Rose paused, considering. “And I volunteered.”

                Jake transformed into a dragon, seeing the way that she had stopped idly playing with her Huntstaff and became more intentional in her movements. Jake held his breath thinking, for a moment, that she wasn’t really going to do this. This wasn’t really happening. And, then, it was. Rose launched forward, drawing blood with her first strike. Jake retreated the best that he was able in the basement with the low ceilings. If he could just get up the stairs or into the safe room he could avoid all of this. Rose was almost lazy in her efforts to keep him away from the stairs, as if she knew that she didn’t really have to try. Jake took a few half-hearted swipes at her and then launched a fireball that quickly fizzled out. Every time he reached out, Rose drew blood.

                Jake felt more and more defeated every time because this could not be the same girl that he loved. This couldn’t be the same woman who did everything she could to carve out stolen moments for the two of them where she would put her head on his shoulder and they dreamt of a world where you could run away and be together. This couldn’t be the person that kissed him so tenderly that it could bring tears to his eyes. This wasn’t the Rose that he missed.

                But she was still Rose and he couldn’t bring himself to do anything to her, even with the ease that she hurt him.

                Rose backed him into a corner, the sharp end of her Huntstaff in his throat.

                “Why aren’t you fighting back?” she asked him. “Don’t you care if you live or die?”

                “I died the day I lost you. I did the wrong thing then but I’m not going to make this worse on myself by hurting you.”

                “You didn’t lose me, you chose not to have me!” The pressure of her staff increased and Jake closed his eyes. “It didn’t have to be this way.”

                She was right but Jake didn’t regret it. He let out a breath and then let himself lapse back into a human.

                “I still love you,” Jake said, “and I’m not going to fight you. Do what you have to do.”

                Jake didn’t believe that she was actually going to do it. Her staff lowered and, for a moment, he felt a flicker of hope that the Rose had had always known was going to spring back to life. She took something else out of her utility belt and, before Jake knew it, was trapped under the weight of a sphinx hair net. Rose kicked at him until he was lying flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Then, Rose straddled him, reaching under the net to pet his cheek.

                “You killed the girl you loved,” she told him. “That version of Rose isn’t here now. It’s just me. It’s just the Huntsgirl. That’s all I have. That’s all I am.”

                Rose put her staff to the side and leant over Jake. She bent forward and Jake closed his eyes as her lips pressed to his through the mesh in the net. Everything that he had ever felt for her, everything that they had ever put each other through, every dream he still had for them rushed through his mind at her touch again. Jake slowly opened his eyes as she leant away. That had to mean something to her too, right?

                Rose pulled out a dagger from her weapons belt.

                “I was eavesdropping earlier,” she said, “and I know what time your grandfather will be back in the morning. There’s a fifty-fifty chance that you’re still alive when that happens.”

                With confident ease, Rose slit both of his wrists in three places.

                Then, she stood and looked down at him, nodding with satisfaction as Jake tried to move, to pick up his hands and held himself, but he couldn’t.

                “Pray you bleed slow,” she said.

                Then she was gone and Jake was left to wonder if he wanted to be alive by the time Gramps got here.

#fictober23 #american dragon jake long #adjl #adjl rose #jake/rose #tw: violence #tw: blood #tw: injuries #tw: restraints #my fanfiction #brea writes things #the last letter #wearealloflegendnow

[damagedward]

♚ Backstory will be posted below

♚ Will be updated / added to frequently but sporadic

♚ Dark Mature & Triggering Themes Present

*** ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ***

*** ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ***

The following triggers are present in what you are about to read :

tw:abuse , tw:physical abuse , tw:mental abuse , tw:adultery , tw:affair , tw:non consensual sexual relationship, tw:non consent , tw:rape , tw:arranged marriage , tw:imprisonment , tw:animal abuse , tw:magical creature abuse , tw:mention of death , tw:background character death , tw:abusive father , tw:abusive parent

She was born just a month after spring came , and she was his pride and joy — that was at first . Before she was born at least , or one could say even when she was but that lasted all of five minutes and then the announcement of the Queen’s having bled out reached the King’s ears .

The baby girl was no longer a cause for celebration , no now she was a reminder of his wife , now she was the reason his Queen was dead .

And so his hatred for his own flesh and blood began before the child even opened her emerald orbs to see the world .

By her fifth year the nightmares had begun to plague her , the fires without explanation , the explosions of vases around the castle always seeming to coincide with when the young princess grew angry .

Magic .

Uther knew what it was .

And now that the Queen was dead it was easier to blame her for the curse , to blame her for the magic that infected his child . The entire time never offering Morgana any explanation for what was happening to her , instead yelling , hitting , hurting her for the things she couldn’t control but he told her she could .

He took a mistress by the time she was seven and on her birthday the following year they announced she would have a baby brother — or so they hoped sometime the following summer .

Their hope paid off . And when little Arthur came to survive his second year , as she came to be ten she was sent away , beating her senseless was no longer enough to keep her magic at bay nor her tongue as she had developed a smart mouth by now too . Uther had decided so he sent her elsewhere to let someone else handle the problem , a nunnery , one that didn’t shy away from harsh punishment and heavy hand .

In the meantime he focused on his bastard son , working to legitimize him and in making his mistress into a Queen .

When she returned home on her 18th birthday her father greeted her with a suitor , a husband to be , explaining to her that she needed to produce an heir if she hoped to carry on any form of title and inherit anything from him .

She lost it . Her magic flared as her emotions did , she destroyed half of the forest and took down a turret that was luckily no longer in use at the far end of the outer wall . She ended up in chains that night , in a tower guarded by some of her fathers own personal guard , and in the morning both her father and her betrothed had visited to assure her she would be married by weeks end .

She was forced down the aisle and sure enough into bed . Luckily for her one of her ladies had slipped her a dagger which she had placed into her garter when she had a moment during dressing prior to her walk . He met his end before he could touch her , she had stabbed him in the back and then just kept going once she’d rolled them afterwards to be sure .

Afterwards she had fled into the woods , in just her bloody torn nightclothes , she looked a mess . Her freedom didn’t last long before she was chased down and caught by her fathers men .

They were cruel when they caught up to her in words and action — they took what her dead husband had failed to , her dagger not there to help her this time , and she outnumbered .

She spent the next two weeks in chains that kept her magic at bay in that same tower she spent time in before her dreaded wedding night . She received constant visits from her father in which he would tell her each and every way she had disappointed him .

Then —

The day he released her . He disowned her . Disinherited her and tossed her out of the kingdom . To fend for herself .

Her magic was known , magic was envied still by some , hated by many , and others just wished to hold something with it . Her power was known , to have someone with power on your side was always a plus and she was still young . Her beauty was known and men liked pretty things , and she knew and learned the hard way already what they did when they found and wanted them even if it wasn’t returned . And then even if Uther had thrown her out and aside her kin was known and that could make her valuable in coin .

She was on the run and never staying anywhere long for the first year . She heard too many whispers of the runaway princess disinherited but missed . She found it hard to believe that Uther actually wanted her back .

The second she found a tower to stay in . It was somewhat funny to her at first to think she spent so long trying to get out of a tower only to seek comfort and find a home in one now . She found her little dragon there , her one and only friend , her Aithusa . The one light in her life . The two had nearly a year together alone , just the two of them , learning one another . Bonding . Magic and flying lessons . It was a glimpse at what life could be , what it should be . Magic and dragons free to live . To exist . To be . It should’ve lasted forever .

But after a terrible storm that forced them out of the tower she was caught by Sarrum and his men . And her hell began anew — or rather her true hell began because she had thought Uther bad but Sarrum became her number one enemy .

The man had been at odds with her father and tried to use her to demand a ransom of sorts when that hadn’t worked he had begun to try and extract information from her about Camelot .

The man threatened her dragon and she wouldn’t let him do that . She gave the information of the kingdom that betrayed her and disowned her . She thought that was all he wanted for the safety and protection of her precious dragon but she was naive in that .

He was just another cruel man , like her dead husband , like her fathers men , he would be another to want more , to take what wasn’t his to . Only this time she would break in the end and let him because she couldn’t let him hurt Aithusa . The poor dragon was already hurting enough being unable to fly around daily anymore .

One night , emerald orbs flew open , she peered over at the little white dragon , she had enough , she decided she would get them out of this . And so when he had been dragging her off to his chambers she had just grabbed for a dagger from his belt , slashed for any part of him she could reach and ran once he collapsed and stopped moving .

She and Aithusa had been lost for nearly two days after their escape as she had teleported them in a panic to simply get away , not having had any destination in mind , so it had been disorienting .

They realized they weren’t too far from Camelot and they became their destination .

When she returned to Camelot she found herself instantly greeted with chains , she found herself pleading her case with her bastard brother of all people , the one she blamed for everything in her life up until now besides her father .

It somehow worked , but when she then tried to bring a blade to Uther’s throat that night she was the cause of the sounding of the warning bells and had to escape into the night .

It wouldn’t take long before she succeeded in taking her fathers though and then she would return to Camelot to fight her brother for her throne . One day maybe she would succeed in taking her rightful place on the throne .

Authors Note :

this puts Morgana to be a late 22

at the end of this

#merlin #merlin bbc #morgana #morgana pendragon #active rp #mergana #arthurian legend #arthur pendragon #bbc merlin #dragons #tw: abuse #tw: physical abuse #tw: mental manipulation #tw: mental abuse #tw: adultery #tw: noncon #tw: restraints #tw:arranged marriage #tw:rape #tw:non consensual #tw:magical creature abuse #tw:mention of death #tw: death #tw: character death #tw:abusive father #tw:abusive parent #tw: imprisonment #tw:affair

[justhereforglados26]

Just found this on another website, and...WOW.

Completely amazing. Thought-provoking, beautiful, emotional.

#tw: violence #tw: restraints #portal 2 #glados #portal

[peggysousfan]

Kidnapped: Prisoners of Hell

Story Update

I didn't think this story would get so much encouragement, but it has😅 So I've picked it up as much as I could with my current situation.

Tbh I didn't think this story could get any darker than it already was... but it can. So be warned if you read this.

This is not an easy story, there are a lot of dark elements and tragedies. Clarke and Octavia are tortured and there are a lot of trigger warnings such as r* pe. It's only mentioned, not written in detail!

This is a story about surviving and making the best of a horrible situation with support from others. There is a lot of violence and, as mentioned, dark elements and trigger warnings. If this is something you all are okay with reading then I will post it next month.

Below is a Snippet of Chapter 1 since it is close to being finished. Any feedback helps, let me know what you all think!

Most people cry or shut down as they face fear and face, but not Octavia Blake. If fear digs it's menacing claws into her soul she stares back in the face of anger. Fighting away the tears that swelling her eyes Octavia spews spit into the man's face, causing him to back away.

"You shouldn't have done that." He growls deeply before lunging forward, his right hand clutching tightly around her neck as he squeezes the oxygen from her lungs. The brunette struggles and fights as her legs kick beneath her but his strength is too much. She couldn't escape.

"No! Please let her go!! Please!" Octavia faintly hears before the tight pressure is released and she can breathe again.

Her kidnappers gaze is no longer upon her but rather to the blonde instead. Briefly Octavia wonders just how long she's been awake, but by the startled look she had in her eyes she must have just woken up. Not only surprised by the presence of another young girl, but horrified to see the man strangling the life from her body.

Octavia gasps softly as she finds her breath and looks between the two strangers. The girl, though stunned, faces the man confidently even as his eyes do not meet her own. Instead they trail down her chest in the rest of her body instead, his interest very clearly now that she's made her presence known in the conversation with him.

"Take me. I won't fight I swear just please. Take me."

The young Blake gulps over the forming lump in her throat as she watches her kidnapper walk away from her and towards the other girl. She takes note of how the girl tenses and flinches as he steps closer but her eyes never leave his. From experience Octavia can see that the girl is fighting the demon of fear. Looking around, being here, Octavia can only imagine how long she's had to keep up her fight. Both against the man and fear itself.

"You're lucky I'm too tired for new meat." He says in Octavias direction before reaching down and taking hold of the blonde.

Octavia flinches as she hears the young girl whimper slightly, whether it's from the pain  of being moved or from his touch she isn't sure. All she knows is that this girl, this stranger, may have just saved her life.

#Kidnapped: Prisoners of Hell #My fic #Fanfiction #clarke griffin #octavia blake #bellamy blake #the 100 #Modern au #Cage Wallace #This is dark #And only gets darker #You all have been warned #tw: torture #tw: kidnapping #tw: restraints #tw: r*pe #It's mentioned and suggested #Not graphic #If this gets a lot of support I'll try to publish next month #Let's see how this goes #Bellarke #Slow burn #abby griffin #Jake Griffin #Marcus Kane

[mybeautifulbeautifuleternal]

“Pick,” the voice was cold and robotic, stripped of emotion. It was unsettling, just like everything else in this room was. Lit by only a couple of braziers on the edge of the room, the entirety of the space was lined in moving shadows. The merciless voice echoed in the empty spaces of the room, seemingly coming from nowhere but everywhere. “Pick one, King Thor, and kill the other.”

It was only then that you noticed that Loki and Thor were in the room with you, Loki next to on the ground and Thor forcibly holding onto a sword across from you. Loki was held in place with nothing but a collar on his next and a muzzle across his face but Thor was more extremely tied up. He was straining against the robotic arms that held him in place — lining all four limbs as they were — against the frigid voice that was ordering your lover to kill you.

You knew it was going to be you. What was you couple of years together, on and off as they were, casual to the very end? What were they measured up against the desperate love he had for his brother? Thor had fought against gods and god-killers, world-enders and world-makers just to get his brother back and to keep him alive. Who were you to expect your once in a blue moon relationship to trump that kind of love?

How could you live with yourself if it did?

You caught Thor’s eyes and nodded at him, not muzzled like Loki was. “It’s ok, you could never hurt me. Choose Loki. I understand.” The more you talked the more both brothers struggled — it warmed you that Loki was seemingly disagreeing with your choice. You hadn’t thought he cared about you beyond the fact that sometimes Thor would come bother you and not him.

However, it seemed your words were enough to count as a choice. The robotic arms moving Thor whirled into motion, slowly and laboriously moving Thor and his sword closer and closer to you. You kept trying to catch his eyes, wanting those amazing blues to be the last thing you see but his eyes are farting about in a panic, still trying to find a way out of the situation. You didn’t have hope he’d find one.

“Thor. Please,” it was, you thought, how thoroughly calm you were that caught his attention. He was less than a foot from you when he finally settled enough to look at you — and the heartbreak in his face, his eyes, was enough to emotionally gut you. “Oh, baby…I didn’t know. I’m sorry it’s ending this way but baby…I had a very happy middle.”

His look of confusion and Loki’s sound of derision prompted you to tell them the full quote, “There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, So just give me a happy middle and a very happy start. And baby, our middle was very, very happy.”

You kept your eyes on him as he finally settled over you. As his arms were raised. As his arms were swiftly pushed down. You were happy that his gorgeous blues were the last thing you saw despite the tears that blurred them.

@summer-of-whump

#summer of whump #summerofwhump #summer of whump [day 9] #summerofwhump[day9] #sow #sow day 9 #Day 9 #tw: beheading #tw: implied beheading #tw: death #tw: swords #tw: forced to choose #tw: restraints #Marvel #MCU #Loki Odinson #Thor Odinson #marvel drabbles #mcu drabble #Loki Odinson drabbles #thor odinson drabble #my stuff #m’s drabbles

[diangelique]

  Diantha does have tattoos, specifically one rather large tattoo that goes around her waist and slightly up her back.

      When Diantha was barely past double digits, she was kidnapped and restrained, nearly killed, while being told that she was only going to ascend further, that she was meant for more. That Kalos did not see her for what she truly was, not yet. Her body was cut and bruised, nearly suffocated and drowned. All for the sake of getting something more out of what she was already becoming. This was the one time she was not with her brother nor with her ralts, Erza. Who would save her but Erza, this was the event that caused them to evolve into a kirlia. Although none of the scars remain from the physical torture she went through, she had been tied down and forced to get the tattoo she now hides whenever she is able. It is of an illustration of the life and death ‘deities’, yveltal and xerneas, in their hibernation state, with roots and vein-like structures rooting around her waist like chains to keep her tied to them. 

  Diantha remembers so distinctly calling out, screaming for someone to help her, some god.        Just as she remembers her lungs going dry, she remembered when nobody came. The one who did this to her was a religious fanatic from Anistar, her home town, someone who had done this to a few others, though those unlucky ones did not fair well to escape, their corpses littering that fanatic’s lower floors.

#study. #tw: assault #tw: child assault #tw: restraints #tw: torture #ask to tag. #welcome to reason number 3248923402 for why diantha doesn't trust/believe the gods are necessary #and another reason why erza is always around #tw: death #tw: religious trauma

[unlikelyandco]

🐍 for a moodboard of my muse’s biggest fears ( legion)

Legion isn't afraid of the Black Garden anymore as he made a home of it, and he can more or less understand/control it. But his first visit was a traumatizing event - he was attacked and restrained for days by the Garden's vegetation while it tried to buzz its way into his mind. Being restrained and similar noises (bees, wasps, flies, etc.) still terrify him.

His third fear is connected to the loss of control, his mind shattering under the Vex pressure, and being their puppet.

#legion | aesthetics #tidbits | drabbles | headcanons #tw: trypophobia #tw: bugs #tw: insects #tw: horror #tw: restraints #aurea-fide #ask

[writing-protocol]

Diversion

A snippet featuring Voltron characters having a terrible time. Finished one shot with an ambiguous but hopeful ending.

The ransom video pissed Shiro off beyond all reason.

He had every right to be angry with the nameless resistance cell who'd kidnapped his husband in the middle of a humanitarian rescue operation. The Blades had been helping in the wake of a natural disaster on a planet halfway across the galaxy whose name Shiro knew only by the virtue of a mission brief.

It should have been perfectly safe.

Should have been.

"Can we track where this came from?" the admiral asked as he turned to the communications officer.

The older officer knew a little something about the relevant technology, but he shook his head. "A Blade hand-delivered it."

That got Shiro's undivided attention. "What?"

The officer's expression twisted into something concerned. "Head of ATLAS security escorted them to an interrogation room. So far, they haven't said a word to us, but we assumed you'd want to speak with them."

"Have the Blades been contacted?"

"Yes, sir."

Shiro let the matter drop and hurried to the small, dimly lit room where he normally conversed with frightened aliens and drunk crewmembers. Calling it "interrogation" was stretching the truth, and the ATLAS bristled at the critique.

The holding room door slid open with a soft whoosh as the admiral approached, and sure enough, a small, lithe person sat on one of the chairs inside. They wore a full combat suit, complete with an opaque mask that covered their features, so Shiro couldn't see their face. The stranger's head turned to look toward Shiro when the tall, broad-shouldered man stepped into the room.

“I’m told you delivered the ransom… information."

The Blade nodded and then did something unusual. They rolled their neck the way Keith sometimes did in boring meetings when all the sitting took its toll.

“Can you tell us where you got it?”

That earned Shiro a shrug and a headshake.

“You know we have other means of finding out," the admiral growled, and the words hung between them.

Shiro frowned at the Blade's lopsided shoulders, hunched forward in a familiar-as-fuck slouch. He would recognize that pose anywhere. How often had he walked into yet another boring meeting and scanned the room, looking at backs and necks until he found the familiar one?

“Keith?”

It made no sense given the video.

Shiro had just watched three Galra assholes torture the man he loved, so his being here didn’t make any sense. But the Blade nodded and put his hands on the table where it became instantly obvious that he couldn’t move them.

Shiro grabbed the nearest chair and sat down beside the other man. With gentle fingers, he pulled off the mask and stared into a pair of intense, violet eyes with black bags under them.

Keith looked utterly exhausted, but he stared at Shiro fondly over the metal muzzle that completely covered the lower half of his face. Breathing be damned, the admiral thought as he noticed the outlines of cuffs beneath the smaller man's tight skinsuit. None of the restraints had obvious locks.

“Fuck!” he cursed as he scooped his husband up into his arms and held him like a bride, or like the most precious person in his universe.

Keith leaned his head against Shiro's comforting shoulder as the admiral made a beeline for medical.

The ransom, the video, the entire fucking thing was a setup for the contents of his suit, which would detonate given the right set of actions. Keith had done what he could to make sure Shiro would figure it out, but the rest was in Shiro's court.

Keith trusted his husband to help before trouble knocked on their door.

#voltron #nopro writes #fanfiction #keith kogane #takashi shirogane #sheith #tw: restraints #hopeful ending

[ever-winter]

@crownshattered continued from [X]

Although no where near as perfect or with the full potential that Scaramouche contained, Masami had still been a rather successful experiment, a weapon that could be used to take down those who dared to try and betray him, or to betray The Fatui, as was the case here. A subject that was quite grateful for all that he'd done in making them stronger, making them have a purpose when they had none before. Not many subjects survived what he'd placed the other through - not many had the will to survive once they felt as though they were no longer human - a childish emotion that he grew bored of. What was so grand, so important, about needing to feel human?

Still, there had been the chance, the very slim chance, that Scaramouche would have been able to hold back his anger and have reacted quickly enough to take this child down - it was a gamble, as losing Masami would have been a little bit of a set back, but one that seemed to have paid out in the end. Glancing at the Gnosis, he rolled the object between his fingers once more. He'd need to hand it in soon, but while it was here within his grasp, why not run a few tests of his own? "So tell me. Was what I suggested correct?", he asked, walking over to the table and double checking the strength of the straps that kept the puppet secured to the table, "The power was too much for him to control - and it back fired on him?", he sighed, running a finger along a deep crack on the traitors arm, "Hmm, and what effect did that amount of strength have on you? I don't think we've tested the full limit to your ability".

#crownshattered #Muse: Dottore #Verse: Main #tw: human experimentation #tw: labs #tw: restraints #//ask to tag #Queue - Be Back Later