#chains tw

[nerdanelschildren]

A White Fire Within

(based on this post, because my brain would not let me rest)

~

Maedhros had lost track of how long he hung on Thangorodrim. It could have been days, weeks, months... he would not know. He knew nothing anymore except the sharp agonizing pain in his arm and the ache of hunger and thirst. With each passing moment, he wondered how many more moments like this he would have to endure before the darkness took him.

And then he felt something else. Something new. A presence near him, in front of him, watching him. It did not feel like Morgoth. It had less cruelty than that, less desire to see him suffer. It had more of a commonality, like a kindred spirit of some kind.

Maedhros blinked in surprise as he realized it felt fatherly.

The spirit floated in front of him, burning like a white fire. It had no distinct shape, but he knew who it had to be.

"A-atar?" he said. Or rather, tried to say. His throat was too parched for words.

Nelyafinwë, his father's voice answered in his mind. This is not over yet. You are not allowed to give up.

What do you want from me? Maedhros thought then. He directed this thought more specifically toward Fëanor. Although he had never used osanwë with a ghost before, he decided it was probably a similar concept.

I want you to live, said Fëanor. I want you to exact vengeance on he who has wronged us. I want you to persevere, and lead my armies - your armies now, since I am dead - against Morgoth Bauglir the Dark Vala, and I want you to keep going until he has surrendered that which he stole from us. But you knew this already, Nelyafinwë.

Maedhros groaned. Atar, look at me. How can I do any of that from here? It's over already. I lost.

If you give up, then yes, you have, Fëanor said.

Maedhros was quiet for a long time. He tried coming up with a response to that, and he could not think of anything, so he just closed his eyes and tried his hardest to ignore his situation. The fact that his father's ghost seemed to have shown up just to criticize him at his lowest point just felt like adding insult to injury, and he did not want to face it at the moment.

His body spasmed in pain and he flinched involuntarily. Then he sighed.

Atar... I am dying, he said. I can feel it. This is more than just despair, this is... I have been too badly injured and I have gotten no relief. I am beyond hunger. I cannot speak for thirst. I do not know how much longer I can carry on like this. After a moment, he added, I am sorry.

To his surprise, when Fëanor's voice returned, it sounded softer.

I know, Fëanor said. I am trying to offer you what small relief I can.

Maedhros blinked, in confusion this time. ... What?

I am nothing but a fragment of a fëa now, Fëanor explained. I refuse the call to Mandos, for I will not be held imprisoned behind cold walls while my sons carry on the war against our enemy. Still, I would rather not float around Beleriand as a useless spectral flame, and I would rather not see my eldest son die, not when he has so much potential yet to fulfill. Not when a part of my spirit may energize him again. Give him the strength he needs to hold out.

It took Maedhros a while to comprehend what his father was suggesting, but once he did, he stared.

You want to fuse your spirit with mine?

It would save your life, Fëanor answered.

But... What was he going to say? "But that's never been done before?" Creating the Silmarils had never been done before either. "But you might cease to exist?" Fëanor was already dead, and if he truly refused the call of Mandos as he said he did, this remnant of him would fade out of the world eventually.

Why? Maedhros asked finally.

Because you are my son, Fëanor answered. He sounded confused about why that was a question.

Years earlier, Maedhros would probably have looked for some kind of ulterior motive. Only minutes earlier, Maedhros would have argued that there was no point, since he was still chained to Thangorodrim and unlikely to free himself, and his brothers unlikely to be able to rescue him. But in that moment, Maedhros realized that he had been aching to hear exactly this: that Fëanor cared about him simply because he was Fëanor's son. In that moment, Maedhros suddenly wanted nothing more than to embrace his father and ignore everything else in the world.

Oh Eru, he had been so alone for so long.

Alright, he said through their osanwë link. What have I got to lose?

#fanfic #silmarillion #maedhros #feanor #pain tw #chains tw #not sure what else to tag #my posts

[whumpinthepot]

@figuwhump 14!

Its been a while since ive drawn Zyan

#zyan #figuwhumpday14 #figuwhump #figuwhumpjuly #whump art #TSATS #breezy’s post #chains tw #breezys art #prison whump

[dcnimdreams]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎: all 21+ muses!

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄: esra arslan ( 28 , underground fighter / crook )

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 / 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆: utp! ( feel free to assume connections )

“geez quit freaking out. it’s just a scratch, okay?”

#indie rp #open indie starter #indie rp starter #independent rp #open rp #open starter #1x1 starter #indie starter #. ˚ ♡ — OPEN STARTER. #. ˚ ♡ — threads / ESRA ARSLAN. #come love my new spunky baby pls #chains tw

[whumppmuhw]

Whumptober Day 27: Forgotten, locked away

tw: major character deaths, murder (by stabbing), (unintentional) neglect, restraints, chains, gagged, rotting corpse

...

Whumpee was getting impatient, and a little angry. Whumper, that cruel, sadistic asshole, at least had the decency to consistently give them plenty of water and two meals a day.

It had been two days since Whumpee had seen them, let alone hearing them move around. They couldn't yell out due to the gag in their mouth, which was dry and sticky. Their limbs were chafed from being chained to the wall, and there was little give on the restraints for them to struggle. Their muscles were sore, their stomach was in constant pain, and if this was some awful game, they didn't want to play it anymore.

They tried screaming, even with the gag, but they were took weak to let out more than a pathetic mrrphmrrrmmm.

Whumpee let themself fall limp. They hated waiting, but they had no choice.

Right outside of the room Whumpee was locked in lay Whumper's corpse. The blood seeped into the wooden floor from multiple stab wounds. Whumper's killers had done it quickly and quietly, and would take it to their graves. No one was coming for them.

...

Whumpee had never been so lightheaded in their life. They were passing out spontaneously now, which made them all too aware of their situation, but at least it was passing the time. Speaking of time, Whumpee had no idea what day it was or how long they had been left alone. If Whumper wanted to kill them, they would have certainly done it in a showier, more personal way than just neglecting them, right?

Whumpee heard their stomach rumble for the umpteenth time and wished they had anything at all to eat. If Whumper would even care to come in, even if just for taunting and insults, Whumpee would sincerely beg for a glass of water and a meal. Hell, they would do anything Whumper wanted forever if it meant not having to go through this ever again.

Whumpee spent their waking hours imaging being Whumper's servant, pet, or plaything and getting adequate nutrition and care for it. The daydreams weren't always pleasant, but oh, Whumpee would give everything to be with Whumper forever if it meant they would be taken care of.

Whumper's corpse was rotting. The ants and the bugs had started to come in and pick at it, and it smelled putrid. Whumper had no close contacts, which meant no reports of a missing person. Before their death, Whumper had "taken care" of Whumpee's close contacts. No one was going to miss them.

...

Whumpee wondered when they were going to die. They didn't believe in an afterlife, but if they turned out to be wrong they hoped they wouldn't find Whumper there.

Whumpee tried to reflect on their life, but their excruciating physical condition took up most of their attention, making it hard to think. They hoped they lived a good life, even if that just meant making one person happy. They believed they did, and that was enough for them. Suddenly, death didn't seem so scary anymore.

At one point, Whumpee closed their eyes never to open them again. Their heart stopped beating, their mind stopped racing. A twisted definition of peace.

Whumpee joined Whumper in the dark abyss of death: a grave-less, lonely, terrible end.

#FUCK I FORGOT TO POST THIS MORNING #sorry I had to wake up very early and I meant to but I forgot :( #mine #ailesswhumptober2023 #whumptober #whump #forgotten #locked away #major character death #murder tw #stabbing mention #neglect tw #restraints tw #chains tw #gagged tw #rotting corpse tw

[writermich18]

"It's not safe! Nowhere is fuckin' safe!"

Softly, the older brother replies, with grief in his eyes, "What have they done to you, Somnus, to convince you that not even your own home and family is a safe space?"

Breathing heavily, trying desperately not to cry, the young, hurt, lord backs away, bringing his arms up to hold himself. Baring his teeth at the House heir and his fiancée. Like a hurt and cornered animal desperately trying to protect what was left of themself even towards the people who only wish to help.

"Don't touch me!" he snarls. Aera lowers the hand which had unconsciously risen up towards him to help, sad and worried. "Somnus - " she starts but he shakes his head.

Ardyn frowns.. His brother isn't normally like this. Sure, there were periods where he was adverse to touch and didn't engage in it even towards family but he didn't push any form of touch away during those periods either.

And then the Healer remembers the state they had found Somnus in. Bleeding in the lower body. Partially naked and covered in fluids that wasn't all just blood and water. Chained and shackled to the floor. Drugged and staring listlessly at either the ceiling or the wall when they managed to flush out those drugs during his recovery. The flinches. The refusal to speak of what they had done to him.

And his new aversion to touch that went beyond just his standard childhood aversion.

Ardyn had thought in the weeks and months prior during their search and rescue for Somnus that he had already become familiar with the wrath that previously had always seemed to be more Somnus's area than his. Ardyn's old form of anger had previously burned then turned to hot coal and ash. Somnus's had been the burning, biting cold, the snow and ice and frost that you and it knew would eventually take you under with time so it took its time; the knawing knowledge that eventually you will perish before its wrath. That had been Somnus.

But now, Somnus feels too unsafe to even feel angry over what had been done to him and so Ardyn gladly embraces the rage that had once been Somnus's. It's almost freeing in a way, not feeling an anger so hot and raging that would swallow him whole and burn him alive. But the cold can just as deadly.

Aera rests a hand on his elbow tightly, he glances towards her, the hardened cold look that once been Somnus's on his face and in his glance. Staring back at him is hard steel, cold in its knowledge but determined nonetheless to hold together. She shakes her head at him and he understands her silent command.

Now is not the time. Somnus needs him, she'll handle the perpetrators. He allows her to take care on the ice cold wrath and allows his big brother nature to take back control.

He still needs to take a few deep breathes to pack up the rest of the cold and shake off the Scourge hissing in his ears and his head. Aera steps away from him and turns on her heels. She summons her Trident as she walks out of the room and Gilgamesh into line behind her upon seeing the dismissal wave of Ardyn's hand at him towards her. The door closes behind them.

Somnus in that time has wedged himself between a drawer/table and a couch, curling up into a ball as tightly as possible. He shakes.

Ardyn can see the outlined scar of the shackles on his wrist caused the suppresive heat of his prison and his attempts at escaping them. He squashes down the more familiar burning rage and slowly approaches, making sure to have his movements be as loud as possible without freaking Somnus out. His magic out and open, surrounding the room but openly curling around Somnus.

Not hugging but an invitation. Letting Somnus decide where this will go.

Ardyn kneels down in front of him, within reach but not so close the Somnus can't escape.

"I - I just wanted to forget," Somnus says after a moment now that they are alone. "Bu - but then, Gil... Gil touched me on the shoulder and, and all I could feel was their hands, on - on me, and burning heat and the pain - the, the pain. And, and suddenly I - I was back, back there and everything else - the rescue, the recovery, all a dream! And all I could feel was their hands taking and taking, and pain, and the heat, and drugs coursing through my vein and taking me under, drowning. I'm not safe, it's not safe. I can't escape." Somnus is crying now, scratching at himself and pulling his hair and beating at his ears.

Ardyn takes both hands and puts them towards his chest, directly on top of his heart. His magic curls around Somnus's more firmly and Somnus freezes.

Ardyn breathes deeply. In. Hold. Hold. Out.

Somnus eventually begins to copy, looking up at Ardyn hesitantly. Ardyn looks back at him with nothing but love and acceptance and kindness. Somnus is glad it's not empathy though he craves it. He wouldn't wish this taint, this trauma on anyone.

Ardyn's magic echoes to him the same emotions, and Somnus can sense the rage and grief over what had been done to him that Ardyn tries to hide from him because that's not what he needs right now.

Neither are men of words, Somnus especially isn't, though they both can give good speeches, but words have never been what they needed to understand each other. A perk of being born of the same magic cloth so to speak and being able to share through their magic. They hadn't done this in recent years which might have been what lead to their bouts of miscommunication recently before Somnus's kidnapping.

But, with it, Somnus understands what Ardyn doesn't speak aloud, in a way words and language can never bring forth, and he uncurls and throws himself into Ardyn's offered hug and he cries in his brother's arms for everything.

And Ardyn is both his fellow crier in what he lost and his anchor in the tremulous storm roaring inside of him and in his magic.

They will need to talk eventually in words and not just emotions and magic, but Somnus doesn't think he'll be able to right now and Ardyn still feels the prickly cold of the wrath that once was Somnus's to try and form words that will actually help Somnus.

But he does know these words and they may help, "I love you, Somnus, both the You you were before and the You you are now. I love you no matter what, and, remember, never, ever, is this your fault. What they did to you - it's not your fault. No matter your actions before, now, or in the future, you did nothing to deserve this. And, no matter what this turns you into, you are not a monster, and I will love you either way."

Some of those words Somnus can't help but disagree with. He viewed himself as a monster long before the kidnapping, so some part of him can't help but feel like he deserved what was done to him. Ardyn and his magic holds him closer, curling around him as if to protect him. Somnus closes his eyes, tears still falling down his cheeks, and just basks in the feeling of warmth and love.

Not safety, he doesn't feel like he's ever going to feel safe again, and he hates that that was taken from him. But his brother is here and will protect him from any further danger, so he allows sleep to lure him in.

Ardyn hums their childhood lullaby and Somnus senses more than sees one of Ardyn's shields form around them as an added layer of protection. With that, Somnus closes his eyes, sends a brush of love and thankfulness along their bond, and, for the first time since he woke up three days ago, sleep takes him under, with the protective hum of Ardyn's magic, their childhood lullaby, and Ardyn's steady heartbeat against his ear comforting him enough for the buzzing to settle and the hands and heat and pain to fade for the first time since waking up.

#ffxv #final fantasy xv #somnus lucis caelum #ardyn lucis caelum #aera mirus fleuret #rape tw #tw rape #implied/referenced rape #implied rape #referenced rape #chains tw #imprisonment #kidnapping tw

[kittyw0rm]

#chains #art #my art #body #aes #webcore #chains tw #retro #digital art #illustration

[vavoom-sorted-art]

The third installment of the angst war I‘m fighting over on @goodomensafterdark against @gleafer, @daneecastle and @gahellhimself-blog! I‘m running of ammo…

Part 1 | Part 2 | Next

#finally. #the art war #tw gore #nsft #good omens #crowley #good omens fanart #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #bamf aziraphale #chained crowley #good omens 2 #art #goodomens #good omens comic #good omens fancomic #comic #vavoomcomic #vavoomart

[lorelune]

hybrid blade who is leashed in public, always. it's a rare occurrence to go out and take him with you (as he, a tall, brooding wolf hybrid becomes quite the spectacle). he doesn't fight you when you hook the leash in the ring of his collar with shaking hands. you see a flash of the tag, his name on the front, your name and contact information on the back. the metal is scratched up from how often blade fidgets with it, whether it's on or off of his neck.

however obedient blade is in private, he is a menace in public. he looms over you, lingering a step behind you, orbiting you with each step. he growls when anyone looks at you for too long. you don't need to hold the leash tight, but you wind it around your palm anyways. you worry the leather of it. you see the look blade garners, you see the looks he gives bystanders to your relationship. venemous and angry, even at a distance. god forbid they come within six feet of you.

these jaunts are kept short for your own sake.

by the time you're home, you're worn and stress from having to gently cow blade's instinct. knowing when to click your tongue when he growls, flinching when he bares his teeth at you. you end up with bruises on your wrist and waist from how he likes to touch and keep you close. it's too much, but what could you do about it? how are you to stop a wolf who has decided that you are to be the treat within his jaws at will?

blade always keeps you in bed after an outing. you're always-- so tired. blade says you smell that way. he also makes a few other barbed comments about your scent. you don't smell like you-- you smell like the stores you wandered in. the checkout clerk who brushed her fingers against yours when you handed her coins to pay for pastries and drinks for you and blade. you smell like the perfume of a well-dressed man who eyed you for too long, and walked a little too close.

blade can't have that. you know this.

he'll keep you in bed, yours or his, until he decides you smell enough like home again. his home.

#lore loops #blade x reader #tw yandere #tw hybrids #imagine this is in 'hell is a hound without a chain'-verse #the beat up reader and hybrid blade combo #bully and bullied #wolf and lamb #the vivid image of having blade leashed in public but him still growling at anyone and everyone has gotten me THROUGH the winter #that wolf #thirsts

[apocriels]

the world - success, achievement, completion

#life series #i fear im late to the chain of people drawing him as this card but posting it anyways #goodtimeswithscar #my art #gtws fanart #secret life #tw blood #secret life spoilers

[numbuh424]

I've seen through you right from the start.

I simply let you play your part.

Is this the way it ends now?

#death note #death note musical #l lawliet #light yagami #death note fanart #anime #digital art #elle draws #I love you dn musical #I know the chains aren't present in the musical but like #whenever it's about their intertwined fates I just. need to include the chains bc symbolism #as long as we're handcuffed together you and I share the same fate #and the like #tw gun

[ane-doodles]

Ok ok

First Narilamb sketch/comic dump

1: spent HOURS trying to draw those hands, but barely less than 20 minutes on perspective, coloring and shading

Think about this: The Lamb is defending the cult from invaders, Narinder is nearby keeping an eye on the matter. When the danger is almost over, one last enemy approaches with the intention of pushing her down a nearby slope. The Lamb immediately defends herself with the sword, but after fighting for so long she is physically exhausted so, after handling the sword with a sudden movement, she falls.

She lets herself fall, after all if she is wounded she will heal quickly, and if she dies she will revive almost instantly... but suddenly a hand appears holding her tightly, enough for her claws to accidentally dig in, making her bleed. They both look at each other in surprise, thinking exactly the same thing... "why?"

This is based on my own experience and the fact that sheep and goats usually attack and play at charging.

and for the last one... I have my reasons and headcanons ok? *giggles*

Do I have context for any of these? vaguely, but I'm enjoying it

#huhuhu #the other part is a comic #but I wanted to give first place to the scenes without context #(and this is a tiny fraction of what's in my head) #I have many ideas #different scenes #but I'm barely able to draw lazy comics.... #you'll never have the context #narilamb #cotl narinder #cotl the lamb #cult of the lamb #cotl #ane doodles yay! #hehe #tw blood #Chain for a promise AU #CFP au

[nmoroder]

redraws of some cool battle sprites these guys use

bonus: dead sprite

#limbus company #meursault limbus company #gregor limbus company #moroderdraws #dante limbus company #tw bright colors #guess my fav meursault ego #(jk its chains of others) #capote corrosion is hella cool tho #i will ram you myself. wink wink

[jackobbit]

[CW: SUGGESTIVE OUTFIT]

I didn’t know if I was gonna post this originally, because suggestive stuff isn’t really up my alley, but here we are. Sketch was good, lineart was good, and the rendering wasn’t half bad so I’m throwing this to the void

Those fancy designer bunny suits are gorgeous, I’ve been looking at a lot of them recently just to see how people add to the original base of it, people get really creative it’s so neat!

I was originally gonna draw Rue but I’m trying not to draw them as much to reign in spoilers where I can, soooo I was left trying to somehow fit a suit over poor Solar Flare, it was like trying to dress up a toaster lmao

[ID: A digitally drawn image of Solar Flare from the Working for E.V.I.L. AU wearing a bunny suit and tipping over a serving tray of various alcoholic beverages, they give a nervous smile, blush on their cheeks. The background is transparent. Solar Flare is a boxy, orange, brown, and light yellow robot with a circular head, bent sun-like rays and large triangular shoulder pads. The outfit consists of a dark purple button up bunny suit, combined with a skirt, bow tie, and a rabbit eared-headband of the same color. /End ID]

#cw suggestive #tw suggestive #my art #working for e.v.i.l. au #working for e.v.i.l. solar flare #do… do I even use regular tags for this?? #nahh I don’t want to be rude #I’ll just use my own #don’t need someone looking for sf art to get jump scared by this /lh #I think. for as cursed as it is. I might do a Bloodmoon ver #designing the suit was a lot of fun oddly enough #and for Bm I could include like. a lot of chains and belts and shit #anyways it’s like 3 am rn I’m going to bed

[vicmillen]

Sky, ugly sobbing into Wars scarf: I hate Hylia so much that manipulative little bitch but she's also Zelda my sun my whole world how could I ever truly hate her I love her so much *more ugly sobbing sounds*

Twilight, by Legend's side: *completely zoned out and unresponsive occasionally downing shots like it's water*

Four: *facing the corner holding an animated conversation with either himself or his shadow*

Time&Wind: *singing obnoxiously loud, clinking and slamming their milk bottle and flagon like it's some kind of instrument*

Hyrule&Wild: *lying face down under the table in a pile* zzZzzZ

Wars and Legend, now deeply regretting dragging them to the tavern: WOW, literally none of us are okay.

#the bottle of milk is time's drink #he isn't even drunk #and yet #lu chain #lu sky #lu twilight #lu four #lu time #lu wind #lu hyrule #lu wild #lu legend #lu warriors #tw alcohol

[castielsprostate]

#sjonnies edits #jensen chain edit #tw jared padalecki #memes #spn #supernatural #jensen ackles #image post #unreality

[jamessunder]

die for me

#the texas chain saw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #tcm game #johnny sawyer #johnny slaughter #connie taylor #blood tw #blood #art #digital art #fan art #drawing #my art