#russian roulette tw

[ghost-whump]

Roulette

CW: guns, russian roulette-type game, kidnapping (implied), (let me know if I missed anything!)

Shink.

Into the chamber.

Whirrr.

Spinning around.

…Click.

Into place.

“How many rounds do you think it’ll take?” Whumper smiles, “Till you die, that is. You’ll become concussed rather quickly.”

Whumpee kept their head down. They watched Whumper load each blank in one by one, torturously gentle with each cartridge. “I don’t— I don’t know.”

“Maybe just the first one, if I fire too close. Depending on the distance, it could be a few shots before you even pass out.” Whumper spun the chamber again, absentmindedly fiddling with the revolvers hammer. They spoke casually, as if discussing the weather.

Perched on the table with their legs crossed, Whumper picked up another box of bullets, flipping it over to read the back. “Blanks are really interesting bullets, you know? A lot of people think they’re harmless because they’re not real bullets, but no one knows how dangerous they actually are!”

Whumpee trembled, their handcuffs making a horrible rattling sound from behind their back.

“Sorry, I totally got off track! Anyway, you’ll go deaf nearly immediately,” Whumper continued, putting the box back down, “I wouldn’t expect your hearing to heal. For argument’s sake, obviously. You won’t have the chance, after all.”

They stood, casually stretching their arms above their head. The gun was tossed carelessly from hand to hand, then positioned steadily — point blank at Whumpee’s temple.

Pulling the hammer back, “So, I’m guessing three shots — how about you?”

General Tag: @morning-star-whump

#my stuff #whump #whump tropes #whump community #whump scenario #whumpblr #casual whumper #is that a tag?? #gun whump #gun tw #russian roulette #roulette

[xxswagcorexx]

love reading swagdoons fics because it literally goes from "CAN'T STAND HIS FAKE ASS!!!" *one year later* "me and the love of my life"

#swagdoons #tw swearing #media.warning.swearing #like. #maybe one day the swagdoons ex's fic i have in my head will be real but #its so funny. how did we go from a crime lord playing russian roulette with his hostage #to domestic fluff soulmates that find each other in every universe #tw caps #media.warning.caps

[serickswrites]

John Mclane

Warnings: captivity, torture, restraints, forced to watch, gun, gunfire

Team Leader couldn't believe they had failed their team so significantly. Couldn't believe they had let Whumper get the drop on them all as they had fallen for the trap. Couldn't believe they now had to watch Whumper hurt their team. There was nothing Team Leader could do.

Whumper walked between Teammate One and Two, waving a gun in the air as they spoke. "I could just shoot them, make you watch as they bleed out."

"NO!" Team Leader strained against the rope that kept them in the chair.

Whumper chuckled as the stopped next to Smallest Teammate. "So sensitive." They carded their fingers through Smallest Teammate's hair. Smallest Teammate's eyes were wide with terror.

"Please, I--" Smallest Teammate began, but their words were cut off as Whumper shoved a gun in their mouth.

"WHUMPER STOP!" Team Leader roared.

Whumper smirked. "I will, this is getting kind of boring. Shall I just shoot them all and be done?"

"Please," Team Leader begged, "I can make it interesting. Please."

"The only thing that interests me, Team Leader is watching you suffer." Whumper moved to circle Teammate Two once more. "Perhaps there is a way to make it fun for all of us." They spun around and stared at Team Leader. "Shall we play a game?"

"Yes, please, just don't hurt them."

Whumper opened the cartridge of the revolver. They removed four of the six bullets. As they spun the cartridge, they smiled, "Let's play a little Russian Roulette. But with higher stakes. Two bullets instead of one."

"Whumper, please--"

"Team Leader, I'm giving you a chance to save your team. Two of you will walk away. Maybe even three if you play your cards right."

"Whumper, I can't let you--"

Whumper silenced Team Leader as they pointed the gun at Teammate One's head. "I could just end it now. Don't you want a chance for them to live?"

"Yes, yes, please. Whumper, just shoot me." Team Leader ignored the horrified looks on their team's faces. If Whumper wanted someone to die, it was better that they die.

Whumper frowned. "There's no fun in that. You'll get a turn in between each team member, Team Leader. Don't worry." And before Team Leader could protest, Whumper pulled the trigger. It clicked empty. Teammate One sagged with relief.

Team Leader sighed. Teammate One was safe and would make it out of here. Whumper walked over to Team Leader and shoved the gun to Team Leader's temple. "Your turn, though it would be a shame if you died before the rest of the players."

Team Leader closed their eyes, making their peace with the universe should it be their time to die. But the gun clicked empty.

Whumper laughed. "Good, I want you to stick around to the end."

Teammate Two looked up at Whumper rather than at Team Leader when Whumper put the gun beneath their jaw. "I will fucking end you," they spat in Whumper's face.

"If the odds are in your favor," Whumper said as they pulled the trigger. The gun clicked empty once more. "You are lucky, Teammate Two."

Whumper walked towards Team Leader once more as they took aim. "Let's see if lady luck smiles on you, Team Leader." They squeezed the trigger. The gun clicked empty one final time. "Two bullets in a row left. Oh Smallest Teammate you are the winner of tonight's game!"

Team Leader's mouth went dry as they realized that the next shot would surely kill whoever Whumper took aim at. "Whumper, wait! Please! I want another turn. Please, give me another turn!"

Whumper stopped as they carded their fingers through Smallest Teammate's hair once more. They pressed the gun to Smallest Teamate's temple. "Why would I let you cheat like that?"

"Because I'll suffer. You want to see me suffer! You don't have to shoot me in the head. You can shoot me somewhere else. Watch me bleed to death."

Whumper considered for a moment. Team Leader's heart froze in their chest as Whumper shook their head. "Why do that when I can watch you suffer over the loss of you beloved teammate? Then I can shoot you so you bleed out slowly."

"Whumper, please. Please. Shoot me." Team Leader blinked back tears as they tried desperately to convince Whumper to kill them.

"All in good time." And they pulled the trigger once more.

#serickswrites #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw torture #tw forced to watch #tw gun #tw gunfire #team whump #winter whumperland #winter whumperland 2023 #amow winter whumperland 2023 #day 8 #prompt: russian roulette #queue

[just-whump-and-suffering]

Goritekini Arienai Ep 10

#goritekini arienai #asian whump #whump #jdrama whump #japanese drama #jdrama #japanese whump #tw gun #threatened #tied up #fear #russian roulette #matsushita kouhei

[huginsmemory]

Plot Foils: On Ace, Robin, Marineford and Enies Lobby

Thought I'd put together a short lil meta on how Ace and Robin in the arcs of Marineford and Enies Lobby mirror each other within the plot, and what that thematically implies since I can't stop thinking about it and since any tradgedies immediately trigger my trap card of Write Meta Frantically. Also, note that there are spoilers for up to the time skip.

First, I'll start with the similarities between both Ace and Robin, and the arcs of Enies Lobby and Marineford, which can be laid out on the flow chart chart below, which I'll go into detail below, before digging into the themantic implications:

Parent figure involved with poneglyphs

mass violence by government in response to threat

survival of the character but widespread demonization of them

struggle with survivors guilt and suicidal inclinations

Acceptance into a found family, and who they are no matter their demonization

testing of the acceptance by capture of the World Government

resounding yes and declaration of War against the World Government by found family

do you want to live?

rescue/failure

1 and 2: Parent Figure and Mass Violence

Both Ace and Robin are survivors of violence from the government at a young age; Robin with the genocide of Ohara, and Ace with the hunting down and killing of babies in Baterilla after the execution of Gol D Roger. This violence by the world government is a response to both their parents being involved with poneglyphs, which threatens the power of the government (I also understand that Gol D Roger in his status of King of the Pirates was it's own impetus... but that's also intertwined with the poneglyphs in a way). Interestingly, both the parent figures desperately try to protect their children through denying or hiding the children away from the government as a form of protective love.

3 and 4: demonization, survivors guilt and suicidal inclinations

For both of them, their parents (or people's) demonization is transferred to their own lives. Robin quite literally becoming called a demon child and scorned by the world, while Ace is more round-about-ly called a demon child when talked about theoretically. Actually, even Dadan, who does love him, at one point calls him the devil's spawn (or some other variation, I can't remember exactly). As a result of the violence occurred by the government they both carry the feelings of survivor's guilt; and with their demonization, this guilt over being mere alive is compounded as the world repeatedly tells them that they should not exist. As a result, they both struggle with their own existence and suicidal ideology, unsure of what the world really tells them is true especially as both their parents are dead and cannot validate their existence. Also, as they are demonized, they are isolated from society, and other forms of love and acceptence from adults which could reassure them against such internalization of their demonization aren't really forthcoming. Although Ace has Luffy and Sabo for a good chunk of his childhood, and so is not entirely alone and rejected by everyone, he still clearly struggles with being alive and being accepted by others, especially adults and parental figures; this evidenced through his anger issues and his talk with Garp in which he asks if he should have been born (gonna fucking strangle Garp for being like 'Well I don't know' to a fucking KID who is asking if he should be alive or not). Robin on the other hand, is clearly alone and acutely lonely the majority of her life as she has to continue to be on the run, as she has a bounty placed on her head, and even kind people cannot accept her for long without the threat of the law.

ID: Ace asking Garp as a kid "would it have been better if I was never born?"

5: Acceptance

For both of them, their internalized suicidal thoughts and doubts becomes suppressed when they become incorporated into a family that accepts them wholeheartedly, breaking the stigma of their demonization. To Robin, this occurs when she begins to sail with the Strawhats who accepts her pretty quickly, not caring about her being a 'demon' in the eyes of the general populace and forgiving her for her previous transgressions against them; accepting her for who she truly is for the first time in her life since her very early childhood. Luffy, of course, I would bet sees the similarities between her and Ace; something that we the audience during the first read/watch though are oblivious too, but contextualized later make immense sense for why he has such strong feelings about Robin and suicidal characters. But I digress. For Ace this becomes suppressed when he is accepted into the family of Whitebeard; who is the first adult to not care about who his father is and still accepts him whole heartedly, to the point of seeing him as his own son. Again, Whitebeard and his family, like with the Strawhats and Robin, forgive Ace for his attempts of violence against them. This acceptence of them even spite their demonization, even in spite of them previously attempting to hurt or actually physically hurting the crew, allows them to begin to undo their internalized suicidal ideologies.

6, 7 and 8: capture, declaration of war and confessions

This acceptance by their found families ends up being tested as the World Government gets involved; for Robin in the Enies Lobby arc and with Ace, the Marineford arc as they are both captured as a result of them caring about their found families. For Ace, it is guilt over not recognizing Teach's dangerousness who was in his division, and the need to avenge his brother; for Robin, it is to ensure the survival of the Strawhats. As they are captured, the acceptance and love of their found family, in the face of both their demonization fully explained and having to fight against the World Government, is put to question; will their family declare war against the World Government and risk death to save them? The answer both times is a resounding yes. Yes, their found families love and care about them, those who have been told time and again by the majority of the world to be better off dead or never born at all are worth so much to their families that their families are willing to put their lives on the line to save them; in an ultimate display of acceptance and love. Both Ace and Robin initially refuse the attempt to save them, desperate for those they love to not get hurt, especially as they partially believe that they don't deserve to live, let alone be worth dying for. However, under the insistence of their found family who wants to save them, they both confess and cry out in desperation that they want to live, even after everything, even after questioning their own validity in being alive. However, here is when things begin to change in their parallels; compared to Robin's cry in Enies Lobby, Ace's cry is a lot more bitter, coming from the fact that Ace is already seeing those he cares about die before him to save him, such as Oars Jr. . Meanwhile in Enies Lobby, when Robin is asked if she wants to live, she has not already seen one of her crewmates die before her.

ID: first image of Robin crying as she declares she wants to live, second of Ace with his head bowed and crying saying 'why do I suddenly... Want... To live?!!!"

9: Rescue/failure and thematic implications

From here, it diverges further. Robin is saved in the end in Enies Lobby; there is no devastating death, and the Strawhats survive facing and declaring war against the World Government relatively without any negatives. Robin is told she is allowed to live, that she is allowed to want to live, and lives. The narrative of Enies Lobby showcases that the government will respond to potential threats to its power by mass violence excused through demonization of people or people groups; this dehumanization causes those who survive the initial violence to struggle with their mental health and the understanding of the value of their own life, as their life devalued by the world. In response to that, Oda displays and reminds the audience that no matter your perceived demonization, there will always be people who will accept you and love you for who you are and are willing to stand along side and fight for you to be recognized; no person is born illegal or wrong, that you are allowed to not only want to live but also to live, no matter what the world might say. This is directly implied with how Jaguar D. Saul tells Robin there will eventually in the future be someone that accepts and cares about her.

Building off of Enies Lobby, the same premise of the government enacting violence and the issue of demonization and mental health arises, as Ace is shackled to the scaffold and his parentage is revealed. However, unlike Robin, Ace is not that lucky; although he escapes the scaffold, it is his own inability to stand down that kills him in the end (something framed as heroic by the narrative which--yeah no sorry I don't think it's 'heroic'). He is told, right before his death, that he is accepted, he is loved, and that he is allowed to want to and to live no matter his heritage, by those who love him--but then he dies anyways, thanking everyone for accepting him. Marineford shows that, even if there are people who will accept you and love you, sometimes that doesn't stop the world from hating you to the point it kills you. It is realistic in that; if you are going to engage with these themes and topics, then you can't shy away from realistic depictions of what these systems actually does to people. Marineford and the death of Ace is built off of Enies Lobby and Robins rescue; Oda needed to show that yes, you can be loved and saved, before he was able to show--in a good way--that sometimes even the love of others isn't enough to shield you from a world that hates you. In the end, Ace was always meant to be set up to die, both as a narrative tool to display the violence of the authority of the government, in parallel to Robin being rescued in Enies Lobby, and as an impetus for Luffy to grow as a character.

To summarize:

Ace and Robin, through their false demonization by the World Government used as an excuse for mass violence, internalize this message and question the validity of their existence. This suicidal questioning is assauged by their acceptence into a found family which validates their existence. However, their capture by the World government reiterates their previous questioning, and bares their demonization to their families in a test of their acceptence. This causes a subsequent declaration of war by their families, who affirm their love and acceptence for the characters as they try to rescue them. Their arcs both deal with the demonization of people or people groups who threaten the power of the government, which is used as an excuse to eradicate these 'threats' to the government by mass murder, genocide and martyrdom. In exploring these systems, Oda touches on how people who are subject to such demonization often struggle with suicidal tendencies as they are told they should not exist, while also emphasizing that even through their demonization, these people (or people groups) will always find others who will love them for who they are, past the accusations and demonizations; no human is born illegal. As Robin in Enies Lobby is saved, this emphasizes that those who are demonized by the government will always eventually find people who will accept and love them no matter their demonization. Built off the back of this premise, Oda revisits this in the Marineford arc, but with a more somber cast, as this time Ace is not saved but dies, even after everything. In revisiting it with a different ending, Oda recognizes that sometimes, even being accepted and loved by people isn't enough to shield you from the harm of the government. (I mean also it had narrative implications of raising the stakes and giving luffy an impetus to get stronger but nevertheless...)

Application

The thing is, this is a tactic of demonization and dehumanization as a excuse for violence is one that has been used over and over again by governments and society all over our world. It's being used right now to excuse the genocide going on in Palestine. It has been/currently is being used against queer and trans folk, against POC, against Indigenous people, against unhoused people, against people with disabilities, against addicts. It's not something that's not applicable. It's highly applicable. By deliberately showcasing it, Oda validates those who are in minorities that have suffered under such systems of violence, often to the point of suicidal actions; he says instead it's ok, you are not who they tell you you are, you will find people who will accept you for who you are, you deserve to live.

But he also, in showcasing it, asks, what stereotypes and propaganda have you accepted? After all, being part of one minority doesn't mean you aren't able to be an oppressor. Are you standing there cheering when they enact violence? Or are you going to think beyond what you've been told and help them?

#portgas d ace #ace op #nico robin #robin op #robin one piece #ace one piece #one piece #one piece spoilers #one piece meta #op meta #enies lobby #marineford #hugin rambles #hugin rambles op #sometimes im like ok wow oda did such a good job and other times im like *pointing* misogynist #also interesting that he has all this stuff about propaganda when really to actually understand past propaganda you need to like... engage #with the stereotypes and understand it deeper but then he still has shitty stereotypes #its a bit like a russian roulette on oh is he gonna portray this well or not #tw genocide #this fucking post has been the worst to make on tumblr since tumblr keeps insisting on not properly letting me put it together #lol honestly wasn't super interested in ace as a char and then marineford happened and they were like yeah hes kinda suicidal :/ #and then i was like :OOOOO #i know his death is v narratively important but FUCK i hate it when theyre like oh this suicidal person now wants to live- oh oops! #nevermind they are dead now anyways teehee which makes me strangle authors but since the way its set up carries meaning its like. #hnnngh *fist clench* FINE

[ashintheairlikesnow]

The Winners

The Motherfucking Gallaghers Masterlist

For @amonthofwhump Day 8: John Mclane | Held Hostage | Russian Roulette | Forced to Watch | Comfort: Rescue

CW: Murder most foul, very brief gore, captivity, whumper POV, sadistic whumper, referenced shock collar and noncon (brief)

As always, Jax Gallagher belongs to @comfy-whumpee and is used with their permission and input

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When Isaac Marcoset holds out his hand, his steward is already stepping forward to give him the gun. 

He smiles, closing his fingers around the familiar grip, custom-built for larger hands, his fingers weighed down with rings. It feels like simply an extension of his limb. The family heirloom has been with the Marcosets since the 19th century, handed down from father to son as each took over as the head of the family business.

It’s a beautiful gun.

“Everything is ready?” He asks, already knowing the answer. The question isn’t for the steward’s benefit, or for his own - it’s for the benefit of the three unlucky men sitting at the table. 

Their eyes are on him, and Isaac is truly in his element in moments like this - he is the power and force in the room. It’s his whim they’ll all be subjected to, and not all of them will survive. None of them deserve to, granted, but Isaac enjoys the occasional extension of mercy. It makes his cruelties stand out all the more. 

“Yes, Master Isaac,” His steward replies, quietly unobtrusive. He was brought in as a young man and has been with the family for nearly two decades, a creature of perfect loyalty for the family that owns him. 

Unlike the man his niece insists on keeping, who Isaac has more or less been forced to keep track of while Savvie is out of town yet again on a tour.

That irritating creature doesn’t get a seat at the table, and Isaac doesn’t like the way he seems capable of befriending all the staff of the house so quickly. He’s keeping Jax close this time around, even if the man is nearly unbearably annoying.

Jax, the slave his niece lost and he recaptured for her and who she is definitely fucking now - disgusting, but Savvie has always been headstrong and stubborn. She denies it, of course, but the loathsome man himself has been perfectly happy to elaborate unnecessarily and in the crudest of terms as to what is going on at Savvie’s home at least three nights a week these days. If he says the words ‘sex slave’ one more time, Isaac’s going to duct tape his mouth shut and leave him in the stables until Savvie comes back.

In any case, his niece’s erstwhile kidnapped lover has been given a place against the wall and told not to move a muscle or say a fucking word unless he wants his arm broken again. He isn’t here because he deserves to be, but because he is a living example to the other men of what the Marcoset family can do to those who displease them. 

He’s a walking example of a fate worse than death. 

Based on the flat, empty look on his face, he’s well aware of it, too.

Isaac was in a foul mood earlier, and the asshole Englishman has plenty of bruises now to prove it, although he’s calmer now. Nothing soothes a bad day better than punching Jax in the stomach just to see him double over in pain. Savvie’s irritating attachment to the man is the only reason he’s even allowed to live after all the trouble he’s caused. Isaac kills runaways who aren’t useful, and he assumes Jax must have at least three brain cells working, since he seems to know that Savvie is the only reason Isaac didn’t simply leave his body in his father’s apartment to be found shortly before he murdered the father, too.

No, it was Savvie's insistence that Jax be brought back to her, and the father be left alive.

But... Savvie isn’t here for him to simper at and hide behind, not now. He's utterly at Isaac's mercy, and he's smart enough to know Isaac has very, very little mercy at all. 

“Good man,” Isaac murmurs to the steward, tipping the gun this way and that, giving it some thought. This, too, is for the benefit of the three men at the table, who look increasingly uneasy with every passing moment. 

At least they aren’t stupid enough to start yelling or begging again. He’d just kill all of them if they gave him another headache.

The steward steps back and folds his hands behind his back, standing next to the place Jax has been told to remain. Isaac doesn’t see the way that the steward briefly touches Jax’s shoulder, a sign of sympathy and solidarity - if he had seen it, he’d have beaten the steward within an inch of his life, too. He doesn’t see the way Jax manages a slight, faint half-smile in return before carefully shifting away.

Isaac, instead, is busy gesturing using the gun. “You see that man, gentleman? The one right there next to my steward?”

He watches each of them look at the underfed, overdressed man against the wall, who stares without expression back at them from beneath carefully styled auburn hair. Isaac smiles as their eyes catch on the shock collar tightly locked around his neck, scratchy nylon above the crew neck of his luxurious cashmere sweater.

They look back to Isaac. One of them nods. 

Isaac addresses that one directly. “He’s Marcoset property, bought as a gift for my lovely niece. Then… he ran away from her. He dared. He had his daddy call the cops and he tried to put my niece in prison.”

The second man - the one in the middle - clears his throat and then hesitantly asks, “He… did put her in prison, though, right?”

Behind him, there’s a noise. Isaac glances back, but Jax’s face is exactly the same, no sign of a smile or the huff of laughter Isaac thinks he heard. He turns back to the men. “Yes,” He acknowledges. “She did go to prison. For quite some time. But then… she was released.” He checks the chamber of the gun, idly. One bullet, six spaces. 

Isaac spins the chamber and smiles at the satisfying clicking sound it makes. Honestly, this is his favorite gun, even if it isn’t the one he uses most often. Although this pistol has killed a lot of people since his grandfather first bought it.

He clears his throat. “Once she was out, I recovered him for her. Brought him back to where he belongs. Brought him back to my niece’s loving embrace.” He pauses, but Jax has no quippy little reply for this. No, he seems to be smart enough to know this isn’t the time to push his luck. “No one runs away from the Marcosets. No one. He tried - he was gone for years - and we still tracked him down and brought him back. He won’t run again. Will you, Jax?”

Jax doesn’t answer. Refuses to play along with Isaac's game.

Isaac will make sure he regrets that later. 

Savvie never minds a few new bruises, as long as her little slave can still do whatever she wants, whenever she wants him to do it. As long as he’s still able to obey, and fuck her, and tell her she’s pretty. As long as she can still tell herself he loves her. His niece is not stupid - well, in some ways she is... but she is primarily delusional.

Isaac knows better than to poke holes in that delusion.

Besides, the idiot creature makes her happy. 

He moves on. “Now, each of the three of you is a known associate of someone who ran away from a Marcoset,” Isaac continues, as if Jax had played his part. “Each of you provided that runaway with invaluable assistance. Each of you was exposed by said runaway once we recovered them. Three men sit at this table. Two will leave here alive, with my simple suggestion that you not aid a runaway from Marcoset family properties again.”

Isaac would tower over everyone else even if all of them were standing - he’s tall, and more than that, he has the Marcoset build of muscle trending towards bulk. He owns every room he walks into, impossible to ignore.

“Let’s play, shall we?"

With the gun loosely held in one hand, he walks slowly behind the first man. The lights catch the clammy sweat on the man’s face, making his dark blond hair brown around all the edges where it’s damp. His breathing is an audible rasp as he gasps in and out. 

“Oh god,” The man whispers. “Oh god, oh god, oh god… Please, pl-please, please no… oh god-”

Isaac smiles. “You gave a safe place to sleep for someone who ran from my oldest son Brayden,” Isaac rumbles, enjoying the man’s clear terror. “We brought her back to him, and he has ensured she will not run again. Frankly, she’s lucky we only cut the tendon on one leg.”

Against the wall, his steward remains expressionless. Jax glares up at the ceiling, hands behind his back. Isaac is sure he has them closed into fists, and wonders how often the man dreams about hitting him. Isaac glances over, smiling slightly at the sight. 

He raises the gun and presses the barrel against the back of the first man’s head, listening to his soft whimper. “Please,” The man whispers one more time. Tears stand in his red-rimmed eyes. The chair creaks.  “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t kn-know, she l-l-lied to me-” The man’s voice trembles with his fear, and Isaac sighs, as if disappointed in it. “I-I didn’t know!”

“Yes, you did,” He says simply, and pulls the trigger.

Click.

The man flinches with a cry, then exhales in a rush when he realizes he’s still alive, and starts weeping openly right there at the table. Isaac catches himself licking his lips, and moves on to the next man before anyone else might notice. 

“You will live. Don’t fuck with the Marcosets again.”

The next one starts begging before he even touches him with the cool metal, jerking forward as if he could escape even though he can’t stand. “Wait, wait, please, please, I didn’t-... I didn’t mean to help anyone! I just, I thought, I thought h-h-he was homeless, is all, I thought-... wait, wait, you don’t have to-... I can pay you, I can… I can pay you-! I have money!”

“I have more money than I could ever use, and spend more on clothes in a month than you could ever have to give me,” Isaac says amiably.

He pulls the trigger.

He’s actually vaguely surprised at the deafening noise and flash when the gun goes off. The man jerks forward, dead before he even knows he’s been shot, blood and bone and brain matter spraying. A few drops hit Jax on the face and he flinches violently. 

Isaac sighs, shaking his head, disappointed. 

The dead man’s leg jerks once, twice, three times, and goes still. 

“Well, that’s no fun,” Isaac murmurs. “Ruins all the tension of the game if the second guy gets the bullet, doesn’t it?” He looks over at the third man’s wild eyes ringed in white. He looks like he can’t decide whether to be frightened or relieved, knowing that the bullet won’t be meant for him. “I was really hoping to get a second round in before it got to one of you. Oh, well. I suppose he’s the loser, and you two men are the winners. Congratulations.”

The first man blinks, as if coming out of a daze, and slowly looks up, shoulders still shaking. “What…?”

“I said, congratulations. You two have an exciting opportunity not to fuck with my family ever again. Thank me for it, or we'll play again."

The third man’s lips are trembling as he manages a weak, “Th-thank y-y-y-you… it, it won’t h-happen again.”

The first man nods frantically. “Yes, it, it won’t happen-... thank you-!”

“Good.” Isaac walks away, crossing the room and stopping by his steward. The first man starts weeping again behind him. 

His steward is unmoved by the carnage - it’s not new to him, after all. But Isaac notes with pleasure that Jax’s face is white and he’s staring at the blood slowly spreading on the table around the dead man’s head, the bits of gray matter mixed in. The man's breathing sounds shallow and fast. 

Isaac leans in. “You two can handle cleaning up this mess?”

“Yes, Master Isaac,” His steward says quietly. “We will have this dealt with within the hour and the two living men will be removed from your property.”

“Good man.” He pauses, then snaps his fingers right in front of Jax’s face. He catches the man’s suppressed flinch as his eyes snap up to Isaac’s. He does so love the way Jax looks when fear overrides his usual anger. “You. Savvie’s little toy. Dinner is in two hours, and your presence is expected. You will be showered and dressed for it by then. Is that understood?”

Jax inhales through his nose. His mouth moves into a smirk, even though his eyes don’t reflect it. He says, in a low voice, “Wouldn’t miss family dinnertime for the world, Uncle Isaac.”

Isaac’s lip curls, hand twitching with the urge to choke the man to death right here and now, but… that would be losing his temper. He won’t do that now, not in front of the two men he very much wants to think of him as a terrifying man in total control. Instead, he just leaves them there, and he hopes Jax understands the message for what it is.

One man died today, just for helping someone get away.

If it weren’t for Savvie being stupidly head-over-heels for the idiot and insisting on not doing anything that might make him hate her - as if he didn’t already… well.

If it weren’t for Savvie's inexplicable obsession with Jax, Jax’s father would have been one of the men at the table, instead.

He still could be. 

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#whump #sadistic whumper #captivity #forced to watch #sadistic game #russian roulette #captive whumpee #whumper pov #amow #amow 12 days of whumpmas #12 days of whumpmas #guns tw #brief gore #noncon mention #jax

[dawnthefox24]

Got a small headcanon that MW Cole is indeed a prick but he's also a bit sadistic and psychotic. Also TW this contains prompt contains a lovely game of Russian roulette you have been warned.

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*(MW)Cole is flipping a coin and catching it since Angie called him, for some help for a small interrogation * (MW)Cole: Howdy Angie ya need me for something? (MW)Mercy: Yes...There's a problem I've encountered and I need you to handle it... (MW)Cole:*grins a bit* I reckon they're given you a hard time? (MW)Mercy:*grips her staff tightly* (MW)Cole:*noticed and chuckles softly* I'll handle it don't worry (MW)Mercy: I've can always count on you Cole besides, your the best at getting information out... (MW)Cole:*chuckles a bit* I'm flattered. (MW)Mercy: Get going... (MW)Cole: I hear ya, don't worry *(MW) Cole enters the interrogation room and grins a bit seeing the person they're trying to get information out of* (MW)Cole: *tips his hat a bit* Howdy, how about we play a game. Just you and I how does that sound..Frankie? (MW) Frankie:*stays quiet* (MW)Cole: Aw don't tell me yer chicken, I just wanna play a small fun game (MW)Frankie:...W-What's the game? (MW)Cole: *sets his peacekeeper on the table* A single bullet in a 6 bullet revolver, aim at your head and pull the trigger as many times you feel safe. If fired you lose more then just the game. (MW)Frankie:*looks at peacekeeper* How about you go fir- (MW)Cole:*picks up the gun and placed it near his head as he pulled the trigger three times before smiling* Done, now the real question is what information are you hiding from us Frankie (MW)Frankie:*takes the gun and feels fear* I..Um I surely can't take my turn with out- (MW)Cole:*Has his hands folded on the table*...Play the game Frankie... (MW)Frankie:*looks at the gun and starts sweating* *(MW) Cole walks out of the interrogation room and smiled softly as he looked at (MW) Mercy* (MW)Mercy: I take you got the information we need. (MW)Cole: Of course I got the file though be warn in case if it's infected or has a corrupted file, have a good day. (MW)Mercy: You never fail to impress me on how you get information. (MW)Cole:*has a sadistic grin* I love playing games and it's so much fun to see them crack under pressure

#mirrorverse headcanons #mirrorwatch #mirrorverse #cole cassidy #overwatch cole cassidy #cole cassidy overwatch #mercy overwatch #overwatch mercy #mercy #angela overwatch #angela ziegler overwatch #angela ziegler #mirrorwatch cole cassidy #mirrorwatch angela ziegler #mirrorwatch mercy #frankie overwatch #ow frankie #mirrowatch frankie #russian roulette #tw russian roulette

[wiltingwoes]

hm.

tumblr’s blocking system fucking sucks. if I don’t want to see someone, that doesn’t mean just don’t show if they like something. I can still see threads w said person and friends. and every fucking time I see the blog, it makes me feel physically sick and uneasy. I don’t even think I can do anything about it either.

fuck lol.

#🐀 OOC. 🐀 #tw: vent #like gee thanks guess I’ll just constantly play russian roulette with my fucking dash.

[maracllea]

WRAPPED 2022 videography | 5/101 | THE BOYZ RUSSIAN ROULETTE [no official mv]

#wrapped 2022 videography #the boyz #tbz #tbzinc #malegroupsnet #kpopccc #ultkpopnetwork #bg edits #bgedit #boy group #russian roulette #the boyz russian roulette #tw eyestrain #long post #tbz sangyeon #tbz new #tbz eric #tbz haknyeon #tbz hyunjae #tbz juyeon #tbz q #tbz jacob #tbz kevin #tbz sunwoo #tbz younghoon #spotify wrapped #*gfs #m1ne #kpop edits #boyidolnet

[guardian-angle22]

Please don't hate me, I know it may seems controversial, but I think I know the answer to why s1 TK seems to be more hot. Ronen was slimmer back then so his face was more defined, his facial features sharper-which is perceived as an attractive feature in men. Now he's a bit rounder, which makes him looks softer and cuter. Don't take this as body shaming, it's just an objective observation :)

[probably in reference to this post]

So I understand what you're trying to say here but... I also just don't agree with that being what I'm referring to when talking about S1 TK. I think that he has a different energy in that first season, especially pre-relationship with Carlos, that is a different kind of attractive.

Also, I want to clarify that I don't think he is "more hot" in season one. I'm clearly not speaking for everyone here, but whether or not he's slimmer or has sharper features personally is just not what I care about when it comes to attractiveness.

and despite the disclaimer you put about not trying to body shame... the assumption that him being "rounder" is what makes him softer and cuter vs him being "defined" making him hot... is just... not it... and implies things that I don't agree with.

Here, have a post of me talking all about how hot I find him throughout allll of the seasons with visual references.

#anon answered #tw: body image #tw: body talk #anon im not trying to hate on you or shame you here btw #its definitely possible that what you said is subconsciously part of some people's bias for how tk looks in season 1 #but I just... dont like that at all #(my askbox is now a russian roulette of what paul gif will you get from me. don't think this is one people really want in response but..) #also oof conversations about how people perceive attractiveness is weird for me to navigate as an ace person

[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

Georgia Senate candidate Herschel Walker is still facing questions about domestic violence as the election nears.

One of the first stories to come out about Walker's past was that he abused his former wife and at one point held a gun to her head threatening to shoot. Walker also admitted that he would play Russian Roulette. In fact, he told ESPN's Highly Questionable that he'd played it "more than once." He loved the competition of it, he said.

The violence and abuse continue to be a topic from those speaking to Walker, but the Heisman Trophy winner continues to dismiss it as unimportant.

Speaking to Atlanta based "Rolling Out," an entertainment site, Walker explained it wasn't anything more than a sin.

“You know, he without sin cast the first stone," Walker said, quoting Jesus in John 8:7. Walker went on to attack his opponent, Rev. Raphael Warnock for being critical of his "sins" from 15 years ago.

Typically, one's past comes into focus when one runs for political office as a sign of judgment and leadership, and attempted murder is not generally brushed aside in political campaigns as nothing more than an everyday "sin."

Walker has also spent the past week employing the strategy of not being that intelligent, which is being called a racist dog whistle by trying "to galvanize white conservatives by leaning into antiquated and bigoted ideas," Slate explained.

#us politics #news #raw story #2022 midterms #2022 elections #2022 #Ron Filipkowski #Georgia #twitter #tweet #domestic violence #tw assault #tw abuse #russian roulette #slate #espn #highly questionable #rolling out #sen. Raphael Warnock #herschel walker

[scenecipriano]

Virgil: *Panicking for no reason keeping everyone awake*

Janus: *Loads all six rounds into a revolver*

Roman: What are you doing?

Janus: I’m going to play Russian Roulette where Virgil always loses

Patton: That’s murder!

Janus: *pulling the hammer back* and I need my beauty sleep-

#sanders sides #roman sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #tw gun #tw Russian roulette #no Virgil’s we’re harmed in the making of this post #also me rn@mybrain #sanders sides incorrect quotes

[sandfordsmostwanted]

My interpretation of the gunshot at the end of Endeavour s9 e3 Exeunt

tw: suicide/issues of suicide

So people are getting confused about what the gunshot was all about at the end of the episode. Morse is clearly very low at this point - he's lost the love of his life, his mentor, all his friends, his case - he's on the edge. But based on what he's said about his home life, he's been here before; he planned to kill himself at fifteen, making a list of ways to do it that would hurt the least amount of people. This list managed to talk him out of it, because he realised how clever he was and how much he was wasting his brain by not living. Having watched it a second time, I noticed Morse only puts one bullet in the gun and then spins the barrel. This time, he doesn't live because he talks himself out of suicide, he lives by chance. It's Russian Roulette, and the round he fired was empty.

Not his day to die, so he keeps living, getting steadily more buried under the burden of other people's secrets.

#itv endeavour spoilers #endeavour spoilers #endeavour series 9 spoilers #endeavour morse #shaun evans #tw: suicidal thoughts #tw: suicidal ideation #tw: suicide attempt #tw: suicide #tw: russian roulette

[tcpdog]

@turnecoat replied to your post “"It seems like your only personality trait is...”:

i'm not gonna worry bc i'm pretty sure you fire blanks anyway you cunt

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ just jamming his gun underneath John's chin with a grin.

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ❛❛ ㅤhow sure ? ㅤ❜❜

#turnecoat #guns tw #archer vc: you wanna russian roulette it huh :) since you like to live so Dangerously

[unhonest-iago]

Russian Roulette

Tw; Character death & Guns

Summary; Reader and Schlatt play Russian Roulette

Gn reader

Jschlatt was the only man reckless enough to consider playing the game Russian Roulette. You'd figure it was the alcohol eroding what little brain cells he had left. 'Blanks?' Face paling when he cackled, looking at you as to question whether you were genuinely asking. The unspoken answer revealed aloud a second later. 'No, sweets.' Eyes widening as he placed the previously assumed blank, now known to be an honest bullet into one of the six chambers. His thumb spinning it round and round before placing it directly against his temple. As if he would be bold enough to cheat death when sober. 

Grabbing your wrist in a loose grip when you tried to take the gun away. 'Hon, we're finishing the game whether you like it or not. Now sit down and look pretty.' Only letting you take it after he finished speaking. Taking a sip of bourbon, aged in an oak barrel for hundred years or so. A gift from little ol' Dreamie. A hand waving to go ahead, you knew exactly what to do. How to satisfy his taunt. 

How the weight of it shook in your hand in your first round, the game's second. Yet now you both were on the fifth round. Gaining confidence in your shot as you went along. A deep resounding gasp made you leap from where you were sitting, sprinting to his side. 'Don't bother. Was a long time coming anyways.' 

'I can't let you die.' It was too late, Schlatt would proceed to bleed out then and there. Y/n being one of the few to weep at the funeral. Knowing Schlatt was a complicated man and that most hated his guts. Like he said, his death was a long time coming, the universe never favoring him.

The universe never loved him.

#iago writes #tw gun use #tw character death #schlatt x reader #mcyt #dsmp #x reader #gn reader #chuckle sandwich #chuckle sandwich x reader #schlatt x you #russian roulette

[cctinsleykin]

God gives the worst tummy issues to the baddest bitches

#wrong #i have eaten bugs off the ground before #was perfectly fine every single time #but I cant eat things that I've been able to digest for years without playing Russian roulette #i could probably eat concrete and be fine #but I eat a corndog and suddenly my stomach decides I need to die #is this tmi? #idk #god tw #just in case #tummy issues #x text