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winkle-pickers · 7 months

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MORE "SPIDEYKAIBA", "more kaibabros garabage" and "puffship"

HEHEHE. OK I'm gonna put the spideykaiba stuff in a separate post, but HUZZAH I'm so stoked for some

puffship

The story behind this one is actually my favourite classical composer story of all time: Rachmaninoff desperately wanted to become friends with his fellow composer Stravinsky, but wasn't quite sure how to break the ice. He heard Stravinsky liked a certain type of expensive honey, and just randomly showed up at Stravinsky's house in the middle of the night with a big ol' jar of honey. It worked. They became friends.

BUT ALSO THIS IS LIKE, PEAK BAKURA BEHAVIOUR, ISN'T IT?! (as I am rapidly adding more red yarn and thumbtacks to my 'tenuous connections between YGO and classical music' corkboard, a large hook comes to drag me off stage)

Hence this excerpt but with a more Jounouchi-esque food substituted:

When the buzzer in Jounouchi’s flat goes off at midnight, he’s not sure what to expect. The only people who ever drop by unannounced are Honda and Anzu. Anzu has a key and has never once in her life bothered with the buzzer, and Honda only comes at ungodly hours of the morning to clean his apartment and lecture him the entire time while Jounouchi watches TV in a half-awake stupor. “Hello?” Jounouchi says into the receiver. “Hello,” a soft voice returns. A pause. “Bakura? The hell are you doing here at midnight?” Bakura is silent for a moment, and then: “Do you like shrimp?”

I'll put the next one under a cut 'cause this is getting long, but it's a YGODM rewrite where Seto's mind crush goes. Very differently lol

Anyone who knows me probably remembers this one 'cause I've been poking away at this for actual years 💀 but very roughly (??!) it's a YGODM rewrite where Mokuba is Seto's half-brother and they don't grow up together. So when Seto gets mind-crushed he doesn't have any reason to 'put the pieces back together.' He's in his mind crush coma for two full years, and then Isono manages to find Mokuba in foster care. Yuugi & Atem's relationship is really different in this one too! It's a much slower burn to Friendship™️and there's more 'oh god an arson obsessed ghost is in my body' fear and paranoia. Basically just me enjoying dark freaky Season 0 vibes for way longer and easing into the whole plot later on when the kids are college-aged.

more kaibros garbage

Anzu had completely forgotten herself, and was examining Kaiba with open fascination - and revulsion. She moved closer to him hesitantly. “Can he...can he hear us?” she asked, her voice small. The maid Okazaki was already nodding enthusiastically, but Isono slowly shook his head. “There’s really no way to know, Mazaki-san.” Yuugi knew that the answer was more complicated than the question had been. Kaiba could hear and respond to noise, certainly; the whole reason he wasn’t hooked up to a mess of tubes in a hospital bed was because he could eat with assistance, and raise and lower his arms obediently when asked to in order to facilitate clothes-changes and cleaning. The question was whether he understood any of those noises in a meaningful way, and whether he ever would again. It had already been two years. The outlook didn’t seem so good, these days. Anzu gingerly sat down in the chair closest to Kaiba. She took another long, hard look at his vacant face. Her expression slowly began to shift. Pity. An emotion that Yuugi couldn’t allow himself to feel towards Kaiba. To pity the frail, twisted boy before him was to condescend to him, to disrespect their relationship. Yuugi had done this to him, and so he owed it to Kaiba to remember him as he had been - tall and powerful with a loud, strident voice - vicious, calculating, eyes shining like the cruelly sharp edge of a diamond - alive. Anzu reached out and gently, gently laid her hand on top of Kaiba’s. “Hi, Kaiba-kun,” she said softly. “We brought your diploma.”

#asks #lmao i'm sorry i know No One wants to read about the interpersonal dynamics of modernist composers on a yugioh art blog #unfortunately I have absolutely no self restraint #YOU'RE ALL TRAPPED IN HERE WITH ME #HmmMMmmmmmmMMm sorry Kaiba I love you very much and that is why I do these things to you #What if Yugioh But Even Worse is a fav writing exercise for me #The thing that is really stopping me with this DM rewrite is that my brain is totally impermeable to TCG knowledge despite my best attempts #just bounces the fuck off like a thrown rock meeting a brick wall #SEND TWEET

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seoafin · 11 months

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i have such knives brain rot it is UNREAL. can you imagine the scary dog privilege that you get on no man’s land. i want him to carry my bags and i want to cause problems on purpose with him and i want to cherish him.

you are so cute i could totally envision this with vagabond knives after the end of the series when he finally gets the character development and unlearns his genocidal tendencies. nobody is going to even approach you when knives is staring daggers at any person who gets too close 👍

#guard dog knives and his support human #im sorry i love the idea of knives just becoming inexplicably unfathomably obsessed with some Random human #or the first person to show him kindness after he begrudgingly resolves to traverse no man's land to experience what vash did #he refuses to say or call it love btw #his own attempts at kindness are clunky and hard to read and he's never had to be gentle with anything or anybody before #it's one big exercise in restraint and patience #trigun.ask

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phoenixiancrystallist · 5 months

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Month 12, day 19

LOL OOPS I WAS SUPPOSED TO GO TO BED HALF AN HOUR AGO

Animating is fun and I got In The Zone™ :P

#the great artscapade of 2023 #art #my art #my animation #forspoken #Forspoken fan art #Forspoken fan animation #Frey Holland #Forspoken Cuff #the cat is staring at me all 🥺 bc he can tell I'm about to get up and do my going to bed ritual #which means he has to move so I don't squish him when I get up lol #he's also showing me his belly in an attempt to lull me into staying where I am so he DOESN'T have to move #because he knows I love to pet his belly #it's so somft #but alas for him I have this pesky thing called self restraint sometimes and now is gonna be one of those times :P

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candyunicornsateme · 1 year

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ok dont look at me but I’ve been listening to this song (called Nazareth by Sleep Token) on repeat a lot and thinking about Mysterion and fuck man it’s fucking me up. I need everyone to understand I am deeply passionate about intense brooding shit like this, like I want Mysterion content where his eyes are boring into your soul

#rimble ramble #ugh also like Mysterion is so much more forward than Kenny #like the internal battle with restraint and #lIKE.....the Watching You vibe #oh shit thts whats under my pinned kysterion pic HMMMM #MY SUBCONSCIOUS KNOWS #idk if ill leave this up i just wanna gush about this band i just found #thanks youtube for knowing i love angsty music w guitar riffs #mysterion is a fighter he deserves the intense brooding music #kyle would truly feel like Kenny's a whole different person w Myst too like #fuck this is a whole other ramble man #ok im gonna attempt to draw i keep putting it off bc of shit brain #i should put thoughts like this into group chats but......i dont wanna be annoying lmao

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melinoekelapsi · 1 year

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It’s been god-knows-how-long and I still can’t get over the fact that the Crewniverse didn’t go with the “CG Pearl used to be White’s Pearl” idea when it would’ve fit so perfectly.

Like... B R U H

#steven universe #mini ramble #ngl part of me almost wonders if they'd thought about it at one point and decided against it due to time restraint #they were already rushing to tie up lose ends and didn't even succeed in tying all of them in the end so it would make sense #seriously though what a waste of what could've been an awesome twist #call it coping but I swear that 'I'm older than you' line from Pink Pearl was just a last minute attempt to squash the theory lmao

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notfivefives · 2 years

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BTHB: Part 4

The fourth fill for my @badthingshappenbingo card continued from the original request from @ladylienda. Here there be angst!

Title: Have I Done No Hurt

Square Filled: Kind Restraints

Characters: ARC Trooper Fives, Captain Rex, Vokara Che

Word Count: 3,700

Summary: Fives is bound, mentally and physically, and Rex begins to see how high the deck is stacked.

Chapter: 2/4

Warnings: Restrained/Loss of Autonomy, Forced Medical Treatment, Forced Medication

Read below the cut or on AO3.

My BTHB Card

The journey from the Halls of Healing was all quick steps and hushed words between Rex and Skywalker. They went over the same few points over and over, confirming what they knew and realizing how little that meant.

We’re chasing our tails, Rex thought as they came to a halt in front of the council’s chambers. As they awaited the masters’ arrival, any sense of proactivity their brisk pace had afforded them faded. Rex watched Skywalker. Brows furrowed, arms crossed, jaw set. Rex knew all too well the tightly-wound contemplation that inevitably snapped into rash action, and - if they were lucky - ended with an unlikely victory.

But this wasn’t a battlefield.

“Sir?”

“Yeah, Rex?”

“Permission to return to the Halls of Healing, sir?” There was no need for him to stay while the council conferred with one another. Maybe it was selfish, but it was also tactically sound. “We don’t know that this isn’t a Separatist plot. And with what happened with Tup…”

He let his words hang in the air between them. Whatever doubt Skywalker had for Fives’ claims, and whatever enmity Fives had incurred by accusing the Chancellor of something horrible, it had all fallen away when the blaster bolt had struck Fives.

I can’t protect FIves from here, he thought. I don’t think I can protect him at all. Guilt stung him more intensely when the thought that Fives would never in a hundred years blame him for it.

Master Windu, Master Ti, and Master Yoda approached from the opposite end of the hallway. Rex’s eyes flickered over them, then returned to Skywalker, whose deliberation was blessedly brief.

“Granted,” he said.

Rex nodded in gratitude. Skywalker shifted his weight from one foot to the other, then inclined his chin.

“I’ll square this with the council, Rex,” he said. Rex wondered if those words were more for him or for Skywalker himself. There was a flash in his eyes, something Rex tried to put his faith in. “I won’t lose Fives, too.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Skywalker nodded, gave him a little smile. His words were a vow at best, and a promise of belligerence at worst. Skywalker turned to meet the masters; Rex hoped care for Fives would temper his appeal to the council.

As he left, Rex felt it. There was a rift between them. It wasn’t observable, and it was something he scarcely acknowledged; he couldn’t explain it, not even to himself, but Rex felt it growing day after day. Skywalker hadn’t been the same since Commander Tano left. And perhaps something had shifted between him and Senator Amidala as well. After comm sessions with her, Skywalker would be possessed of a desperation that had never been present before. Rex set it aside with all of his other hazy twilight worries that he couldn’t name or define.

He began to retrace his steps to the Halls of Healing and check over the comm messages he’d received. The messages from Kix weren’t a surprise, but the message from Commander Doom was. (Rex had forgotten the depleted 125th had also returned to Coruscant.) There were questions he couldn’t answer, and questions he wouldn’t answer. Not until he was sure he could do so in privacy, not until he knew what to say. And even if he did, if Fives was right, would he be spreading that information like an infection?

This goes the whole way to the top.

The Halls of Healing had become busier since he’d left. Not by any means bustling but certainly more awake. He received polite nods and curious looks. He found his way back to where he’d left Fives. But instead of Fives, he found an unfamiliar healer treating a youngling’s knee. He tried to ignore the wave of heat that swept over him. He knew he was in the right place. There was a reasonable explanation. They probably moved him. But where? What if the guard had taken him? What if Fives had slipped away on the table the youngling was now perched atop? That wasn’t a death befitting a soldier, and...

“Captain?”

Healer Che regarded him, her hands clasped in front of her, her expression even.

“Yes, sir?” Rex said. He straightened, and hoped that would make up for the expectant dread in his eyes.

“We moved him to a more private room,” she said. “Somewhere we can continue to treat him, and he can start to recuperate.”

Rex was thankful she answered his most urgent question, but the word private tugged at something in him. Privacy wasn’t something he or his men were accustomed to. His mind cycled through other words. Confined. Contained. Locked away. He glanced away from Che. Perhaps the thought was unworthy of him. He set aside the mistrustful semantics and met Che’s eyes.

“He’s safe,” she said. Her voice wasn’t soft. Not exactly, but it was concise and quiet, and Rex took heart in that. “I’ll take you to him.”

Rex kept pace with Che’s unhurried steps, but with each footfall, the sense that he was too late grew.

He followed her to a room in a quiet corner of a quiet hallway to a low-lit room where a privacy curtain was drawn. Che sidestepped the curtain and slipped by, barely jostling the fabric. Rex did the same, and on the other side, found Idan fastening a restraint around Fives’ left ankle. Contrition edged into the focus on his face when he glanced up as Rex made his way to the bedside.

“A regrettable necessity, I'm afraid,” Che said as she followed Rex’s eye line. “They’ll come off as soon as he’s lucid.”

Rex felt numb as he nodded and rested his hands on the bed rails. He was nothing if not practical. He knew the restraints were there for a good reason. This wasn’t even the first time in the same ten-day he’d seen a brother in this state, but seeing Fives there, unable to move, much less defend himself, set Rex’s teeth on edge. As Idan pulled a strap over Fives’ chest, he glanced at Rex, then away, his gaze there and gone like a fish disappearing beneath a rock. Rex knew he hadn’t imagined the contrition and unease he saw there. He pulled in a protracted breath, held it in his lungs and his belly, then released it.

Idan checked his handiwork, then stepped back before picking up a datapad and handing it to Che, who accepted it in both hands.

“His blood work,” Idan said as he pointed at the screen, his expression somewhere between concerned and intrigued. Che hummed as she manipulated the display, her features unreadable.

“Did…did you find anything? In his blood?” He feared the answer as much as he needed it. Just the same, he begrudged himself the quaver in his voice. If either of the healers had noticed, they showed no sign of it.

“We did,” she said with a slow, considered nod.

Idan excused himself to other duties and Rex waited for Che to continue. She set the pad on a nearby stand and, from the side of the bed opposite Rex, regarded Fives for a long moment.

“There were traces of a sedative, but there was something else too. I’m not certain how one chemical affected the other, and the other drug we found in his system is unfamiliar to me. But I recognize enough of the components and their effects that I feel confident enough to offer treatment. As close as I can tell, whatever he was given impaired his cognitive function and amplified his fight or flight response. It’s incredibly long-acting, and…” Che trailed off. Her lekku twitched and something, not anger, not quite, shadowed her features. “And it’s cruel.”

Rex’s fingers tightened around the bedrail. Whatever had leached into Fives’ veins had robbed him of his intellect and stoked his instincts into actions he couldn’t control. Che’s findings went a long way toward explaining Fives’ actions, but Rex had another thought.

“What about…” he tapped his index finger on his right temple.

“I can feel an absence there. Scans show that a procedure was done and that he’s healing without difficulty, but I can’t entirely rule out whether or not it’s had an effect on his behavior. At least, not yet, but whatever is in his bloodstream likely accounts for it.”

Rex made a thoughtful sound as he watched the peaceful rise and fall of Fives’ chest.

“I’m going to bring him out of this sleep,” Che said. It sounded like an apology. “I’d keep him under if I could, but it wouldn’t be the most effective way of monitoring improvements. Or any declines. The best we can do for him is to keep him as calm and as comfortable as we can.”

Che rested her fingertips on either side of Fives’ head, not quite touching his temples. Her eyes slid most of the way closed and her lips moved.

—

Something was calling him away from the mercy of nothingness.

“Fives?”

There was a disconnect between the sound and its relevance; the impulse to respond was fleeting. Fives’ mouth was hideously dry; he tried to swallow - there was no saliva in his mouth to truly accomplish this - and felt the pressure beneath his nose, something in his nose.

He tried to raise a hand to his face, but something around his wrist stopped him well short An unlovely sound came out of his throat as his eyes struggled open and he tried to lift himself, but met with the same result at his chest and feet. He felt the pinch of an IV catheter in the crook of his arm and the adhesive tug of the tape that was keeping it there. Beeping sounded to his left in time with his escalating heartbeat.

There was a person on each side of him, and the realization he was outnumbered as well as restrained scratched like static over his senses.

“You’re in the Halls of Healing in the Jedi Temple.”

Fives’ gaze found its way to the speaker as he continued to struggle. He blinked heavily as he looked at his captor and things became a little more focused. Blue Twi’lek woman. Stern voice, kind eyes. The healer.

“Try to be calm.” Her voice, or something that went deeper, made him want to do just that. To be calm. He wanted to be calm. So calm. But his world was unfocused and his head was spinning and he was tied down and he had to move, he had to…

“Can you tell me how you’re feeling?”

Something glib but incoherent flared and extinguished in his mind.

“Lemme go.”

To his disgust, the words came out plaintive and edgeless.

“Hey, Fives.”

That was Rex! Fives’ attention listed to the other side of the bed where his captain stood.

“Rex,” he said. He panted and blinked, trying to clear his mind. Focus, you asshole! “You need to listen. I need to-”

“No, Fives, you don’t.” Rex’s voice was grave, but there was so much worry in his eyes that Fives felt deeply and utterly sorry he was the cause. “You need to trust me. Can you do that?”

Of course he could trust Rex, couldn’t he? He’d come to him because he trusted him. Fives lifted his head off the pillow and his head spun as he looked down at himself, seeing the points at which he was bound to the bed he was propped up on. Someone had changed him into a medical gown; the burgeoning ache in his side told him he’d find dressings and bandages if he was able to see beneath. His head fell back once more, then rolled in Rex’s direction to look beyond him at the privacy curtain obscuring his view of everything beyond.

“Let me go,” Flives pleaded. He focused on each word and punctuated the phrase with a frustrated tug of his restraints. “I need to tell the Jedi!”

Rex shook his head sadly.

“I can’t do that, Fives.”

Rex sounded like he wished for all the world he could. He moved a hand toward Fives’ shoulder, but Fives shied away from the comfort he was being offered. He didn’t think he meant to. It could have been his frayed nerves. It could have been the fact that little of the contact he’d felt in the last few days had been understanding or kind. But beneath that, sour as bile, was a feeling of betrayal.

"'m not crazy."

Fives squirmed, and the heart monitor trilled faster. He was too hurt, too tired, too hot. As though the truth he was carrying was going to burn him alive from the inside out.

“I know that, Fives. I know. Once you’re well-”

“Doesn’t matter,” Fives groaned as he shook his head. It didn’t. He knew his life was over, but if he could tell someone what he knew, to get them to really hear him, at least it wouldn’t have been for nothing. “The Chancellor, the chips. We’ve gotta stop him!”

“Calm, Captain,” the admonition came from his left where the healer - he couldn’t remember her name - was looking at monitors and tapping at a datapad.

“Fives…” Rex trailed off, his brow furrowed as he frowned with all too familiar sadness and uncertainty. “Whatever’s happened, we’ll figure it out.”

“You don’t ha- have to believe me. Just listen. Please, please, just listen.”

He knew how he must look, tied down and doped out of his mind. Just like Tup.

Oh, Tup.

He felt less like the madman he’d been branded, and more like a grieving brother. And there was something else he needed someone, anyone, to know.

“The chips,” he said. He shook his head and tried to swallow away the new tightness in his throat. “It wasn’t Tup’s fault, Rex. It wasn't.”

Rex’s features grew gentler, but he remained quiet as Fives tugged pitifully at the straps and closed his eyes against the horrible, jumbled mess of his thoughts, against the memory of the Chancellor’s voice slithering rancidly in his skull.

A few words, clone. A few words and all of your brothers will do what they were designed to do at the outset. The day so much patience and planning will pay off. The day the Jedi will…

Fives’ mouth formed a silent no as he closed his eyes and choked back a sob.

“Fives,” Che said as she rematerialized to his left; he barely heard her over the rush of blood in his ears. “I want you to take a breath for me, okay? In and out.”

Haltingly, and with the aid of the oxygen, he managed it.

“That’s right,” Che soothed. “That’s good, keep that up.”

What else could he do? He couldn’t get free, could even curl in on himself. So he breathed. There was nothing and no one to bargain with, but he would have given anything for one more chance to level a blaster at Palpatine.

He wouldn’t waste it.

“We found the drug in your system. And I know it’s making things difficult for you. I'm going to give you something that should counteract it.”

He peeled his eyes open at that, and his heart stuttered when he saw the syringe in her hand.

“No,” he said. He shook his head and tried to inch backwards. “No more.”

He failed to suppress the sharp, pained sound that escaped him when he wrenched himself to the right. His body itched as sweat prickled up over his skin. Nothing budged, nothing would give way. Nothing but his limbs and his limited reserve of energy.

”Rex? Please?!”

Guilt played over Rex’s face as he looked down and away from him, but neither he nor Che were moved. Fives could only watch when Che depressed the plunger and pushed the syringe’s contents into his IV line.

That’s not fair, he thought. That’s not fucking fair! None of it was, but that was the first time those words had clawed their way so pervasively to the surface, right along all the other thoughts, feelings, and truths that had nowhere else to go. The memory of something dark and inquisitive pressing against his mind made his breath catch.

You’re clever, aren’t you? Your resourcefulness and determination are laudable, but ultimately, it is for nothing. Even if the GAR and the Jedi were to tolerate this apostasy… the Chancellor had trailed off then tutted in a mockery of sympathy before continuing. I will not let a slave with an overdeveloped sense of self destroy what is to come. You cannot stop it. You will not stop it.

A cold burn crawled into his veins. Fives cried out and gave one last hard tug at his bindings. It was useless and it hurt.

—

Rex watched as FIves faded from himself. The tempo of the heart monitor decreased, and after a few minutes, his body began to relax. His eyes were half-lidded and unseeing, and his disjointed raving faded into flinches and whimpers.

“He is going to be out of it for a while,’ Che told Rex as she checked Fives over. She didn’t seem alarmed by his state. Rex knew he shouldn’t be either, but this felt worse. “If you are staying, I can arrange to have a cot brought in for you. If you would like.”

It was not the dismissal Rex was expecting, and as he considered his response, Che disposed of her gloves and washed her hands before turning back to him.

“No, sir, a cot won’t be necessary, but I’ll trouble you for a datapad if I may.”

A smile lighted on her lips and she gave him an amenable nod.

“I don’t know what trouble Fives has found himself in, but I will help him in any way I can.”

“Thank you, sir.” That’s all Rex said, no more, no less. He stood straighter, lest he sag with relief at her words. He hoped she could feel the enormity of his gratitude that she could be - at least for now - impartial, that her duty was solely to her patient.

“Of course, Captain.”

She outfitted him with a datapad and reviewed Fives’ vitals once more. Satisfied with what she saw, she told Rex to inform her of any changes, and that she would return at regular intervals. Then she left them.

As Fives drifted, Rex skimmed the holonet, trying to glean what he could from whatever news sources had reported on Fives. Rex expected anti-clone rhetoric and irresponsible, self-serving speculation, but he found suspiciously little of anything. His finger was hovering over a link to a maybe-relavant article when his commlink chimed.

He hurriedly discarded the ‘pad and answered the call. Skywalker’s small, blue facsimile leapt into view.

“General?”

“Hey, Rex.”

Skywalker’s tone was casual, but his eyes were sharp, vexed. Rex held his breath.

“The council will speak to Fives once he’s making sense. He’s to stay in the Halls of Healing.”

“That’s great, sir,” Rex said. It truly was, but there was something in Skywalker’s demeanor that forced him to phrase it as a question.

He crossed his arms and continued.

“There’s some truth to what he was saying about biochips. Master Ti confirmed it.”

Rex’s world grinded to a halt, but he sat, and he listened as Skywalker told him what he’d learned. Biochips, viruses, behavior modification, Fives’ self-elected surgery.

“It just doesn’t make any sense, Rex. None of it.”

Rex silently agreed.

“Master Windu has ordered me to return to Kamino with Master Ti so that we can be fully briefed about the chips. Quietly.”

No doubt it was Windu’s order that rankled Skywalker. No matter how much respect Skywalker held for the man, contention had grown between them. Rex knew it was not his to regret, but he did all the same.

Skywalker nodded and his expression softened.

“How’s Fives?”

“Recovering.”

“Good, that’s good,” Skywalker said as though he were expecting no other outcome. He crossed his arms more tightly around himself and looked off to his left; his image flickered as though the machine was projecting the essence of his hesitation. Rex shifted in his seat and spared a glance at Fives. If Rex was to be ordered to Skywalker’s side, or given another duty, he’d rather get it over with.

“Sir?”

“Fives tried to save Tup, but he didn’t make it. I’m sorry, Rex.”

Rex had assumed as much, but to hear it spoken and drawn down into reality still hurt. Good-hearted, capable Tup. Brothers’ deaths were never easier despite the constancy of their nature, but Rex knew that even when this wound was no longer fresh, Tup’s absence would be felt over and over again, and not just by him. The balance the younger trooper managed to foster among the men would be gone forever.

“Thank you for telling me, sir,” Rex said with a curt, professional nod.

Skywalker looked like he wanted to say more on the subject, but Rex was thankful when he didn’t. Rex didn’t know what he would have wanted to hear, and so silence was, as it always was in those moments, preferable.

“We’re leaving right away. You’ll be under Master Windu’s command until I return.”

“Good luck, sir.”

Skywalker’s image flashed from view. Where Rex felt he was chasing his tail before, he felt like he was drowning now. What had been in Fives’ and Tup’s heads was in his and all of his men’s. The entire GAR. What else were they unaware of?

Ticking time bombs.

Fives was insensible and the outside hall was empty. Alone with his thoughts, Rex touched his head, knowing there would be nothing different there and finding no comfort in that fact. He despised himself for thinking so, but the ugly realization crept in that all of this would be easier if Fives was truly mad.

A message on his commlink announced its arrival.

“Damnit.”

Rex jerked his hand away from himself and looked at what he was being sent. The channel it originated from was encrypted. Rex’s flash of annoyance congealed into something that was mostly suspicion and bordered on alarm.

He opened it and the device displayed a still image of a stranger accompanied by the words, “Watch Out.”

#bad things happen bingo #star wars: the clone wars #kind restraints #arc trooper fives #captain rex #vokara che #lots o angst #fives is straight up not having a good time #hippa shmippa #i wonder sometimes if palpatine messed with fives’ head on top of everything else #story and angst-convenient neurology and pharmacology #Mace Windu takes thee earliest opportunity to get Skywalker off of coruscant #came to the realization that this is the first multi-chapter fic i’ve attempted in well over a decade #kind of fucking me up a bit actually #someday I’ll write one where Tup lives too

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terrifyingstories · 1 year

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meredith beckham / vampire academy callie sadecki / yellowjackets daisy jones / daisy jones and the six ginny miller / ginny & georgia isabella tavez / good trouble lizzie saltzman / legacies devi vishwakumar / never have i ever rosa ortecho / roswell nm maya / high school judy hale / dead to me bonus: julia wicker / the magicians

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#this was HARD i tried to limit myself to newer media / things i haven't really discussed on this blog in order to not have a meltdown about #narrowing down my All Time Favorites to 10 characters #it was also difficult because my capacity to consume new media is so low... why watch something new when i can just watch the same 5 shows #a million times in a row #but attempts were made #some of these shows i haven't finished.. honorary mention to julia wicker who i know would be a WHOLE SITUATION if i finished magicians #i also had a surprisingly had time choosing between isabella and luca #and unsurprisingly the restraint i had to show to not make five of the characters from vampire academy tv... massive #i never would have expected lizzie to be my fave and i'm still unsure but s4 just gave me SO much also jenny boyd's delivery insane #here are some lesser known / new obsessions #love u all #out.

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somethings-diner · 9 months

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Poor little Pit.. Here, take this. [ANON gave PIT a small bag. It contained fresh-baked cookies in it. They seemed fine and not poisoned..]

[PIT still has a gag in his mouth, he can't eat.]

#also like #the restraints #i appreciate the attempts but trust me the sadists thought of pretty much everything #mafia arc #omori food administration #non omori characters

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bravevolunteer · 10 months

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it's been long enough that i can say this again, i firmly believe there was NOTHING holding michael there when he got scooped

#discussion of suicide in tags //#no restraints. no force. nothing.#besides ennard outside who.. obviously wouldn't have let him escape had he TRIED to run #doesn't matter though bc he Did Not Move At All #i bring this up mostly bc the version in ruin DOES have that restraint but... no!#the end of sl was fully a suicide attempt on michael's part and it makes me so UPSET #first of all i think going back to his hometown and old place and the warehouse REALLY fucks with him .. it just unearths so much trauma #that he's been trying to shove away and triggers him into an even worse mindset than usual #that message from william .. hoooo boy it fucks with his head (and the fact that he FOLLOWS it is a whole other thing that makes me gnaw on #concrete but i digress)#yes he tried to get out yes he told himself he wanted to be done with all of it but he never TRULY unpacked anything #he's just been living with this huge weight that he never tries to heal from or shoulder with someone else bc he either never lets himself #try for the chance or sabotages everything before he can #an again it comes back to the sheer amount of GUILT he carries with him..#he knows what his father has done he knows liz or whatever is left of her is DOWN THERE he knows she wants to escape #and he thinks she truly deserves so much more of a chance at the life she was robbed of than he ever did...#he is just so exhausted and has struggled with suicidal ideation for A Long Time that he realizes what they are doing and just... resigns #himself to it... there is still that innate fear as it happens but he was Ready to die #aaand then he gets to live way longer with nothing left besides one goal that just will not rest... excruciating!#it's one thing to discuss his exhaustion with Living when he's. a literal corpse. but the fact that This is a thing makes it even more :((#suicide tw #suicidal ideation tw #suicide attempt tw

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a-muzzled-hound · 2 years

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“What could go wrong?”

DAY 12 - WHUMPTOBER

Rusty nails, mayday may day! Cave in

CONTENT!/TRIGGER WARNING!: Continued story from day 11, rusty nails, punishment, rope/tough rope, burning nails/burning metal, no comfort, rope restraints

Ashtyn would already be sat on one of the metal foldable chairs they would keep in the corner of the shed, his arms restrained strictly with rope on the arm sides, his ankles, quads, his torso would be tied up as well to the chair that'd sit in the middle of the shed, right in front of the counters

It'd take him a minute to wake up, and by then, everything was set up on the counter right behind him, 10 rusty nails, a pliers, and a singular lighter, and of course that's all they needed for what they planned on doing.

His eyes would roll up feeling stinging pain in his knee, that’d still be wrapped up rather poorly in rags, as he’d realize rather quickly that he was tied up- and quite securely to the chair, limiting pretty much every movement he made, getting out of the daze of sweet unconsciousness, as he’d look up at, fixing his gaze to his surroundings, with his insides falling apart when he realized what was happening.

“You’re finally awake, it took you long enough, but we did have plenty of time at least to get everything ready for sweet little, you.” Alyx would speak up amongst the other men, standing right infront of ashtyn, take a long good, gander down at ashtyn. His words expressed sarcasm to the boy in his statements.

Ashtyn would speak up shakily “It- hurted- I’m fucking sorry! I wa-was.. Going to return!” it just felt as if an noose was getting tied to his neck, and proceeded to get choked by the noose, with his voice squeaking abit, in an act to hold back any tears

“That is such utter bullshit.” Alyx spoke up with a darting glare, following that statement up “You know damn well, once your knee was feeling a-okay, you’d run to the gates and attempt your escape. PATHETIC!”

Ashtyn would shake his head with a rather resilient look on his face, it truly was something to be entertained by. But- on ashtyns end, there wasn’t anything to say anymore. Alyx was right- He was going to attempt an escape once his knee felt somewhat better.

“That’s exactly what I thought.” Was uttered as the lighter and pliers were picked up by alyx, with him holding the pliers ends up to the flame of the lighter, flaming it up, so when it touched any bare skin or anything really- it’d burn right through. He’d just bow his head down in shame, balling up his fists tightly knowing this whole procedure all too well.

—-

After a solid minute of ashtyn, bowing his head in shame with his fists twitching in fear, just doing his best to distract himself from what’s going on, what surrounds him, who’s around him. The pilers would finally be hot enough, with the jaws of the pliers having some steam coming off of them just from how hot the metal had gotten.

“C’mon, open your palm.” Vincent spoke up, peering down at ashtyn next to alyx.

Ashtyn would hesitate abit with his fist just shaking more, til his hand would slowly squeeze itself open, still refusing to look his head looking to the side, with his eyes squinted shut, his hands shaking just wouldn't stop despite being open, with it flinching a few times.

Til suddenly the burning hot jaws of the pliers would be twisted onto ashtyns ring finger, as tears flushed out of ashtyns eyes, erupting an blood curdling scream with all of the fight getting crashed into ashtyn all at once, the struggle started all over again

“FUCK, FUCK!!- FA-FWUC!!! AGH!!!” Screaming continued blocking out any words he was trying to get out for this period of time, only making out blabberings, which soon turned into blabberes out please as his finger would get twisted by the burning hot jaws of the pliers, getting twisted quite slowly, til it took a whole other direction, getting QUICKLY twisted

CRRRKKKK—...

SNAP!

The bone in his ring finger was completely bent, with ashtyns releasing an pretty uncontrolled scream, jerking around quite a bit in the ropes, just trying again and again to pull his knees up, and his arms side ways, but, that didn't last for long, did it?

Alyx would slam his own hand on top of ashtyns palm, removing the pliers from his ring finger as he does it, sending ashtyn into a flight response as his head shot back and looked at alyx then his palm through tears that would be racing out of his eyes at a rapid rate, shaking his head no

Alyx would just take a gander at ashtyn "No?"

Ashtyn of course immediately nodded, again and again, nods, with his crying showing no sign of a pause, despite him sucking in some of the tears, for them to flush out moments later with his breaths.

"Right, we'll move on then, twisting fingers never really were my favorite thing to do."

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Ashtyn would chuckle lightly, releasing more sobs as his head fell down shortly after, his back hitching around, a bit, his hand going limp as alyx would go ahead and grabbed half of the rusty nails on the counter behind ashtyn, with Vincent grabbing the other half.

Ashtyn's laughter would be hitched in between his crystal, as he'd look at the rusty nails with some old blood stained on them still, as he stared, his crying worsened. There was really no stopping Ashtyn's cries, other than.. More pain!

Alyx would take his hand, spreading his palm out on the chairs arm rest, laying the nails out aside, taking one of the five he had. And propping it right on ashtyn's pinky fingers, knuckle. With ashtyn's hand making slight twitches in utter horror. Alyx picks up a perfectly sized hammer for bashing the nail right in his knuckles.

And within a few seconds of anticipating for the big bang, it happened, the nail was BASHED, down by the hammer alyx wielded, with the nail going right through the knuckles bone marrow, striking his knuckles nerve, and to add insult to injury, the hammers face striked the knuckle right after the bashing

The crying was endless on ashtyns ends, with his crys cracking infrequently, his throat feeling weak, it wouldn’t take long for Vincent would follow the same path with alyx lending him the hammer, violently bashing the nail down with the hammer's face, over and over again.

Ashtyn's struggle didn't stop, it worsened, with his tugs against the rope becoming violent with every tug, worsening the blisters he gained from how tough the material the rope is, he'd keep on turning in the chair, looking honestly a bit wheezy from just looking at the graphic display that were his hands.

Soon enough, the two men had already went through with every knuckle went through, and without realizing, ashtyn had collapsed to unconsciousness in the chair, with his salty tears drying on his face, same with the heavy snot that had came from his nose, through all of those hysterical sobs.

But, There's always time for a good beating.

#whumptober #whumptoberday12 #what could go wrong #EVERYTHINGWENTWRONG #i have failed #woopsies #attempt escape #captured after escape #whump #tramua #whump writing #whumpblr #no comfort #rope restraints #chair restraints #i failed whumptober #yes #rusty nail #rusty nails

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