#ah yes. The Torture

[keferon]

Oh man….now I know how concept of spark twins works………..

Look at them. I love them

And..uh….well……fuck

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Also. Perceptor is so epic in this comic it’s . A.

#okaY #I’m reading last stand of the wreckers #aND WELL #Now I know what the hell happened with Grimlock #I mean what made him…like this… #and why is Fortress Maximus was going insane in the mtmte #jesus Christ…….. #Prowl goddamn #okay okay do you remember how in mtmte Fort Max said that autobots saved him after 3 fucking years?? WELL PLOT TWIST #Wreckers found him by accident. no one…i mean NO ONE was going to rescue him from that hell #what was I talking about ah yes spark twins #spark twins is such a cool concept because the are literally can feel each other’s well.everything! And kinda see through each other’s opti #*optics. #But you know when it’s not cool? When your twin is tortured #okay ummm haha so there is these two brothers..or like..soulmates? I don’t care I love them. But I have a VERY strong feeling #that at least one of them is going to die #………update……………………. #tfp lied to me. Death of a spark twin doesn’t look like what they were showing me………….. #another update #PROWL GODDAMN #ref #I lost my sleep thanks wreckers

[justcallme-ange]

Hello hello! I was more than a little inspired by @lookinghalfacorpse‘s post about pinning butterflies. I had this image of Sam talking to someone about his new... “hobby” and the double meaning of it.

#Pinning Butterflies #DSMP #c!Dream #dreblr #c!Awesamdude #c!Quackity #c!Dream and c!Sam #c!dream and his butterflies #prison arc #blood #implied torture #torture #looks at all my other wips #my art #ah #did I draw a bunch of butterflies even though I'm afraid of insects? #yes #I have a new appreciation for butterflies #but they still make me shiver when I see them #obvious easter eggs are obvious #original comic

[mishapen-dear]

something about qbad mentioning how much horror he put red team thru every time purgatory gets brought up... something about how proud dapper was of him.

like this is just my late-night read but- it feels like guilt qbad is trying to twist into pride. he keeps needling away at it. “i killed them all, over and over and over again.” “they were hunted by a monster.”

it’s like- reassurance. like a nail he’s trying o beat into his head. he’s had SO much trouble with legitimately hurting his friends, despite making that vow all the way back when the eggs first went missing, despite all the tree talk and the promises to save the kids no matter what. He never faltered with elq, and that protected them. He keeps faltering now. Sometimes he doesnt remember the code, or cucurucho, or skeppy. But that doesnt matter, right? Because he’ll protect the eggs. He’ll be the monster. he is the monster. he can and he will protect them even as his seams start ripping and he keeps breaking further and further apart. even at his worst, he’ll do whatever he needs to protect the eggs.

he’ll be the monster. wont he?

#qsmp #he loves his friends and he wants to hurt them #he loves his friends and he doesnt want to hurt them #qsmp badboyhalo #ita like. He was torturing himself with the soul vultures because he kidnapped ron and threw down some scary magma mobs #and then forever changwd rhe whole fuckin narrative with that appreciation room and bad remembered the joy of community #and then cellbit. Where bad was like ‘i see him destroying himself to get the eggs back and i know where that road goes’ #’his loved ones dont want that to happen to him. i dont want that to happen to him’ #and then purgatory gave him the first actal legitimate lead for finding their kids and he just had to get worse #and so he fucking swandived into self destructive violence (and the cc was purposefully playing qbad more recklessly violent) #(bbgirl couldve been lured into a trap so so easily) #ive lost my point somewhere now im just rotating qbbh in my brain and all the parallels #ah yes. But now theyre out of purgatory. And he refuses to regret what he did because he *had* to do what he could to save dapper #and the other eggs #because he has a huge complex about being the ‘only one who can protect the eggs’ because of a thousand little cuts and his mental health #issues. Like he’s Wrong bur its such a fascinating little direction for his character. Yes king burn thyself on the pure of protection #and then burn in a nuclear blast too because your self sufficiency left you to care for your egg alone #you can take care of the eggs. you can hurt your friends. look at how much you hurt your friends #look st the monster you are . your teeth are sharp and your claws are large #never mind that time you sent tina into a panic attack because you tried to recreate safety #never mind that your friends and family are worried about you #you are falling apart. but so many monsters survive the killing blow

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

the high prices of fucking Everything is so exhausting i stg

#i need to take an uber to the vet TEN MINUTES AWAY #i repeat IT IS A TEN MINUTE DRIVE #and its gonna cost me nearly 60 bucks. the FUCK #and who knows how much the checkup for my cats is gonna cost #let alone whatever prescription they need for the long drive #im so tired. im so so tired #its moments like these where i can see my future #ah yes. working 9-5 for a company that sees me as nothing more than a tool to be replaced when broken #just barely scraping by on minimum wage in a world where that isnt enough to pay for essentials #left with no time or energy to actually enjoy being alive or do the things i love #years and years of the same exact shit over and over and over again hating every second #and KNOWING it could be so much better but also knowing that it fucking Cant. sigh #sorry sorry im just. angry again at the absolute state of things #i would love to love life but my fucking god the world at large makes it tough #white-knuckling the little things once again #man its just. its so STUPID lmao #like why are we torturing ourselves like this? why are we just Accepting this #life could be so great but stupid shit like taxes and inflation and utilities exist #most of the shit we have to pay for should be free. it should be free. #it shouldnt be difficult to Live just because the majority of us don't have the fake fucking paper to buy things #its pointless its ridiculous and it makes me furious #why should i kill myself just to survive huh. why should i. why should any of us. #we all deserve to fuckin. idk enjoy sunsets and good food and art and each others' company. #instead everyone's stressing themselves to death over making rent and getting groceries and paying bills. fuck. #id love to be able to create art that Sells and open a shop or something #but also the thought of creating purposefully marketable art purely to make money fucking kills me inside #comms are one thing but... just... sighing sighing sighing. man idk #i just dont know. ill deal but everytime i manage to think positively reality comes in with a sledgehammer and now i want to go back to bed #the point is to live BUT YA CANT FUCKIN LIVE BC POINTLESS STUFF REIGNS SUPREME. WHO'S GONNA COMMIT ARSON W ME CMON LETS GO #this stupid fucking country and this stupid fucking government. i hate it here

[gummi-wyrms]

Bro got that Apartment Complex physique-

#void termina #kirby series #kirby star allies #kirby fandom #digital art #artwork #final boss #ah yes; your typical world-crushing horrors of the void that kirby casually erases every few years- #kirby star allies spoilers #fan design #yes i intentionally simplified the markings; because ain't no way in hell- #the hands have tortured me enough #yes this image is just for future reference; ill draw this steroid-infused Hulk with actual viewing angles in the future- #built like a tank #got that Apartment Complex physique #artists on tumblr #Void's Art

[gunsatthaphan]

“can you remember it?”

#never let me go #never let me go ep2 #palmnuengdiao #pondphuwin #pond naravit #phuwin tangsakyuen #gmmtv #thai bl #bl drama #ah yes the good ol tones lmao #torture #jhkdbdf

[spaceinvadeeer]

hass and a half

#i come alive when drawing middle-aged men KISSING. #also i love casual mon care i want to draw more of it!! #dragons get pampered and tortured bc they have a loving trainer #pokemon #pokemon scarlet and violet #pokemon larry #pokemon hassel #pokemon brassius #ah ye also hass is gay have a nice day #so is dragonite tbh

[runespoor7]

this is nieyao to me

NMJ: i could fix him

JGY: you don't have to

NMJ: no i'm gonna

#nmj wanted to be jgy's moirail SO BAD #he was vibrating with it #little diamond glints in his eyes whenever jgy comes into a room #the socially higher partner being the soothing partner what a TWIST #you see nmj and you nod to yourself ah yes classic highblood in need of a supportive and shooshing moirail #instead nmj has fantasies of gently putting a hand on jgy's shoulder and telling him 'guangyao u know this was wrong' #and jgy melting #'oh nmj. u are right. i won't murder an officer who isn't working for the enemy during wartime anymore. i wish i hadn't hurt ur feelings.' #or meng yao would be torturing people in wrh's palace #and nmj would beg for their lives and appeal to meng yao's better nature! meng yao u r better than this! nmj knows u r!!! #and meng yao's eyes would go soft and he would not kill nmj's fellow soldiers #nieyao #of course this means that while lxc was trying to sell him on his picket-fence fantasy of the world's future most fucked-up auspisticeship #nmj came around to the idea with Designs on acting pale toward jgy #incredibly funny to me that lxc was like i can fix them

[slovoricbutbetter]

[looking at a blorbo] i want him to live a long and prosperous life full of hardships and comfort while i'm in the foreground in a dumbass hawaiian t-shirt, pink star frame sunglasses, a lei around my neck and throwing two thumbs up with an overly serious expression

#blorbo #fandom #you ever look at a guy and think 'ah yes. to be tortured and knit back together over and over they are' #cause that's me every time i get obsessed with smth new #slovo talks

[espressogirlfriend]

oh there used to be this australian show on netflix called unlisted i remember fragments of it twas fine

#when i was 13 i asked my dad to get netlfix so i could watch sherlock bbc because i was. as they said. 'a pinterest fangirl' #hashtag superwholock i put myself through the torture of watching the first season of spn don't btw it's not worth ur time #doctor who YES. i've only watched the first season but YES #then there was alexa and katie which was a nice feel good silly sitcom i'd rewatch if given the chance #also that's when i watched nhie as well #ah. lockdown.

[bas-writes]

i think the funniest thing coming from having a hands-on experience with sex is learning that some of the "fanfiction lied to you, here's how it really is irl" takes have even less in common with reality than some random smut you run across on tumblr

in the end, sex is a very personal experience, there's no such thing as universal recipe for what will feel good and what will turn you on. and the other way round too. the key is to have open mind and to experiment - not only with a partner - and to remember sex is supposed to be fun

#for me personally the biggest irl shock was not omg smut had it different but omg everyone with irl experience lied to me lol #and yes the fact that i'm a kinky ace & queer person who learned about sex from cishet sources is the main factor of this shock #ah and there's also my autism too #everybody was like: ew sex is actually gross sweat is gross semen is gross pussy smells weird etc etc #and i don't bat an eye at any smell or taste BUT heavy breathing is a sound so overstimulating that im genuinely Very Distressed #if I happen to hear it from the wrong side #(yes if a sound comes from a specific side under a certain angle it's either very pleasant or a torture to me depending on sound) #(just autism being autism) #tl;dr don't take someone else's opinion as an absolute truth #there's always a wide variety to life and experience #bas mumbles

[worstloki]

literally who looks at avengers 1 loki and goes "oh ya that's a healthy guy who wants to be here"

#which of you is it #i just want to talk #like there is literally nothing in avengers 1 backing that up #fury: why do i feel like he's the only person on this boat that wants to be here? #well sir it's because your vibe checker is off #if you would take a look at the guy he's sitting there staring blankly at a wall and has been for the past 2 hours #the last time someone talked to him he started touching the walls after specifically being told if he did he would be dropped many feet #like come on man #fury like hey thor what r ur thoughts on torturing him like fury wasn't there when loki came out of the portal #face sweaty enough to restore the drying yangtze fr #im sorry who looks at loki saying ANYTHING in that movie and goes 'ah yes. he's sane.' #'completely mentally sound right now. all there. there is no sceptre or thanos or other influencing him. he wants this. they help him.' #like COME ON

[dykeplants]

finding out ur autistic in ur 20s/adulthood has u thinking back to every interaction you've ever had during childhood and going "ah."

#bee vibes #kinda like when i found out i was a lesbian and then it made sense why going into a victoria's secret was torture for me #like it all makes sense now... #to expand on the victorias secret thing i would be terrified looking at the bras on the mannequins and then think oh my god #everyone is going to KNOW #but i didnt know what so my brain was like...ah yes know u are freak #the freak thing correlates with the autism too but in a im not freak way now

[whumpacabra]

Day 30 - Bridal Carry

Military setting, captivity, abandoned, implied past torture, fever, respiratory illness, carried, successful rescue

[Directly follows Finish Line]

Time crawled on, thick as molasses in that cold tomb. Harrison had expected it to slip away from him, like water between his fingers, but it didn’t. It was laboriously slow in its march, molasses on a cold day.

He couldn’t focus enough to count his breaths, not after 2059, when a cough wracked his fever addled brain. He was so fucking cold. How was he so cold? This was the desert, wasn’t it?

No matter how hard he tried to remember, he couldn’t quite pin down the country. Maybe it was Mexico, or France, or Georgia, or Poland, or Spain, or Canada - all that came to mind was the knowledge that he had been hot, and the sun had been bright.

Now he was cold, and the darkness was drowning him.

That, and the sickness rattling in his lungs.

He almost didn’t hear the distant scrape of metal over his wheezing, wet breaths. He was dimly aware it was a door that led to the primary holding cells. A selfish, irrational part of him hoped to hear another prisoner’s pleas. The terrified, desperate part of him knew there were no prisoners left to torture.

Save for him.

The door to the Box was heavy, a thick slab of stone without hinges. It took two men to pry it open enough to shove him in here. If he had been lucid enough to care, he could only hear a single set of footsteps.

He flinched at the sound of the stone being moved, eyes flitting around in panic. The Box was a small, sparse, space; two men could stand inside together, albeit in great discomfort. Harrison was alone, and had enough space to curl his knees to his chest where he sat on the cold ground.

A terrible place to be if his captors wanted to kick in his already broken ribs.

Strain as he may, he didn’t have the strength to stand - was he shivering again or were his muscles really trying to haul his skeletal frame from the floor? So he tucked his head down, hoping to at least protect his teeth from the blows.

He kept his eyes open, relief flooding his blood as light filtered into the inky darkness. The fear of pain and the joy of sight were a tangled knot in his chest, but the fear won as a hand grabbed his shoulder.

His eyes snapped shut, a ragged growl catching on his raw throat. He sank as deeply as he could into the shallow alcove, as futile as it was.

The person above him was speaking, words garbled and foreign to his ears. It wasn’t Arabic, or Spanish, or Russian - he wasn’t even sure if it was English, his muddled mind too tired to parse the sounds.

All he knew were the hands prying him from his corner of hell peace The Box to drag him to a fresh interrogation cell lined with the ghosts of his dead friends -

He cracked an eye open, surprised that they were letting him struggle against their hold for so long. Did they forget the cattle prod?

He blinked once. Twice. His body fell limp in their arms. It wasn’t a captor he recognized.

Were they new? New was bad. New meant they would try something new. Or go back to the old that hadn’t worked then, but might work now.

“Stay with me, Sargent.” The hand that cradled his head to their chest was firm but gentle, calloused and cold. “Fuck, you’re burning up.”

Their accent was thick, and the thought of a western cowboy rescuing him was enough to bring a bubbled of laughter from his heaving ribs. The stranger sighed, their frustration far less gentle than their hands. Harrison’s short lived outburst was silenced by a frantic coughing fit spurred by his attempt to be quiet.

“Breathe for me soldier, be a shame to come all the way out here for you to choke on your own spit.” There was a softness to their words as they loosened their hold on his shaking shoulders. He slumped forward back into their arms, legs too weak to hold his weight. “Christ - I’m gonna pick you up, alright?”

Harrison managed a wobbly nod before strong arms hoisted him into a bridal carry. His vision warped as they began to walk, the reality reeling in his fevered fears. He cautiously let his eyes drift to the soldier’s face.

They were angelic, haloed by the old, yellowed fluorescent bulbs of the compound. A clean shaven jawline chiseled from marble and clear, warm, brown eyes sharp as they scanned the path forward.

“W-wh…o?” The word was barely audible, wheezed from a throat hoarse from screams and lungs heavy with infection. Those sharp eyes fixed his own blurry gaze with a tenderness that rumbled from their chest as they spoke.

“Agent Walker. Let’s get you home, Sargent Harrison.”

[Directly before Alone]

(Part of my Freelancers: Swansong series)

#whump #whumptober #whumptober2023 #no. 30 #bridal carry #oc #whump writing #military #captivity #abandoned #implied torture #past trauma #fever #respiratory illness #carried #rescue #freelancers #ah yes the meet-cute to end all meet-cutes: #your future Texan wife carried you out of a government sponsored unethical psychological experiment bunker in Nevada <3 how romantic

[neverendingford]

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#every time a character does the whole “talk softly and reassure the dangerous person” thing while also walking ominously towards them ughh #it drives me absolutely nuts. like. you're trying to talk them down from paranoia while you're threateningly walking towards them? #someone does that to me and I'm shooting them at least in the leg or stabbing with whatever makeshift spear I've manufactured #anyway. criminal minds is getting real annoying with the whole pathologizing of people. #like. guy shows signs of being very good at torturing people and they go “ah yes.. a pure sadist” or whatever the fuck #I get that it's shitty crime drama stuff but still. ugh. #I just. I fucking hate when people take the obviously wrong route when talking to mentally destabilized people. #like. people are shit at talking to suicidal people. are shit at talking down irrational fears. people are shit at talking down paranoia. #I hate how people don't fucking know how to interact with freaks I hate how people don't know how to interact with me #everyone acts on their own level without understanding what it's like in any way #and so everyone just projects their own reality onto you without performing any sort of empathy or exercising any sort of understanding #and I want to scream so fucking loud #you're all living in a cotton candy world and your words disintegrate in my humidity #and it's so fucking lonely #and my mind has been clear this past week. the autistic need for pressure satisfied by this prescription pushing on my brain #and I can feel the cogs turning. the wheels and pins and linked gear trains and drive shafts and traction band motors. #all the parts of my brain churning around and I can't get close because the heat from my motor makes my hood hot to the touch. #I burn your hand as you try and press your palm against my flanks. #only think saddle and tack make contact. strict guidelines and harsh rules to govern me. #when I am free I buck and I shift gait and I drag you under too-low branches #also. compared to Hannibal I can basically listen to criminal minds as a podcast. none of the visuals really contribute anything to the show #like. feels very shallow

[threadsun]

"Wow a lot of options! I think... I'll go with this one! It looks like grape juice. Smells like grape juice. It's probably grape juice. The rest are a little... Overwhelming in looks and smells, to be honest." -Cassie (as played by Sleepy.)

"A smart move." Etienne nods sagely, watching Cassie reach for the shot.

She hesitates for only a moment before downing it. It's sweet and bitter, and she figures it's probably some good vintage. Etienne wouldn't settle for less. It definitely tastes expensive. And like wine. Etienne could probably give a better explanation of the notes or whatever, but she doesn't care either way. She's just relieved it's one of the duds.

The shot glass shatters as it slips from her hand. She opens her mouth to apologise, but only a vague sound comes out. Everything feels... slow. Slow and heavy. Her muscles feel like lead, like it would take all her strength to make herself move.

"How clumsy," Etienne scolds with a laugh, "I think you need to help her lay down, Lucky. Clearly she can't handle her alcohol."

Cassie wants to protest. Alcohol doesn't do this. Not a shot of wine, at least. But Lucky's hands are big and rough, and she can't seem to resist at all as he moves her to lay down on the couch underneath him. His hands grope at her, a grin on his face as he admires her limp body.

"Ya hear that, boss? No arguing." Lucky laughs. "Guess that means we can do what we want to her."

Etienne gives Lucky an approving nod. "Go on, then. Have fun~"

Cassie wants to scream.

#sunshine #18+ only #etienne #lucky #sleepy anon #ah yes it's torturing cassie hours >:3c