#torture mention tw

[helldustedstories]

@madefate asked: ❛ i’m going to get you out of here. ❜ / blitz @ stolas!

200 random dialogue prompts // accepting

Part of him had enjoyed the idea of Blitz coming to his aid, of his imp in shining armour swooping in to perform a daring rescue at the last minute. And even when Striker had tied him up in his cave, he didn't really take him seriously. After all, if Stella had hired him, how competent could he actually be? Plus, she wouldn't go so far as to hire someone to kill him; maybe rough him up a bit, but he was still Via's father. That meant something, even to Stella, didn't it?

It wasn't until Striker had stabbed him the first time that Stolas had actually started to believe that he might not live through the encounter. He had tried to fight back at that point, tried to petrify the cowboy, and when that didn't work, he'd tried to kick him away from him. But Stolas had never been a physical fighter. He had a very high pain tolerance, which had allowed him to keep his composure, going so far as to taunt his assailant…., but even that had only lasted so long.

The moment Striker turned his back on him, Stolas took a deep breath, trying to stay calm…., but that was the moment a single tear escaped his eyes, and he began to understand that he wasn't going to make it out of this cave. He wasn't going to get a chance to say goodbye to Via, to tell Blitz how he really felt…., nor any of the thousand other little things he'd be missing out on. Via graduating, growing up…..; he wouldn't be there.

Striker had beaten and stabbed him a few more times, and Stolas hadn't managed to keep from reacting any longer. But when he had the nerve to mention Octavia, it gave him another burst of bravado. Because it didn't matter what happened to him, but if he touched a feather on Octavia's head, there was nothing Stolas wouldn't do to destroy him.

It was then that he lost sense of his consciousness. Because the next thing he knew, he heard yelling and fighting from nearby. And for a moment, he was sure he was hallucinating; he thought he'd heard Blitz. But he wasn't here; he was off being a good dad, getting his daughter taken care of.

He saw someone standing over him, and he blinked a few times, until his eye finally focused……only to see that it was Blitz.

"Blitz….," he whispered, swallowing hard. "You shouldn't be here; he'll hurt you too." It didn't matter what happened to him, as long as the people he cared about were safe.

#madefate #madefate : blitz #ᯓ★ stolas : answered #ᯓ★ stolas : ic #[has this thought been stuck in my head as a 'what if' since Western Energy?] #[no of course not] #[as always definitely let me know if this isn't okay!] #torture mention tw #torture tw #stabbing tw #injury tw

[another-whump-sideblog]

Jane's Pets Chapter 98: Aftermath

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Puppy can't stop crying, and she doesn't know why.

This is good. Great, even. If Master could've prevented herself from healing, it would've come up by now, she's 98% sure of that. This is exactly what Master wanted. This means they won't be hurt anymore. She should be overjoyed.

But there's that 2% of doubt. The fear that this is a test makes Puppy want to put her muzzle and collar right back on. Every second she doesn't is another infraction, another reason for Master to punish her. Still, that's not the reason she's crying. It's something deeper than fear.

Is she grieving? For Master? She wanted to die. This is the best thing for everyone. The world has already gotten better because she died. 

Still, it hurts to look at Master's body. She looks the same as any mudered child would. Puppy had always thought Master's corpse would be smiling if she somehow managed to die, but it's not. She just looks like a corpse, like someone sleeping with their eyes open.

Puppy closes Master's eyes. She really doesn't know why she's crying. Why is this so painful? This is the good ending. The outcome so good that she tried not to even think about it as a possibility because hope just hurts. If she can't be happy now, will she ever be happy?

She supposes that if Master's death didn't cause her suffering, she wouldn't have been able to kill Master at all. Maybe this is just how the magic works. She hopes it doesn't last long, she's not much use to Kitty and Bunny like this.

Strong arms wrap her in a hug. 

"It's okay, it's okay." Bunny says, gently rocking back and forth. "We're safe, it's okay, it's okay for the first time in years. We're okay. And it's okay to cry. Let it all out, no one's going to stop you."

She lays her head on his shoulder and cries until she has no tears left, which isn't long at all. She's going to have to drink water without permission, eventually. She shudders.

“It would’ve come up by now if she could… leave her wounds open like that, right? In your opinion?”

Puppy nods.

“That’s what I thought! Like, I don’t think she had the patience for such a long trick.”

Puppy doesn’t either, but she's been wrong before.

“Um… I know it’s probably going to take a while for you to feel comfortable talking. That’s okay. It took me a while to feel comfortable without the collar, when I was… gone. And it’ll probably take a while again. So just know… it’s okay. There’s no rush. But also, I’m really excited to talk to you again, whether that’s today or years from now or anything in between. I’m excited to get to know you outside of Jane’s control— and to get to know Kitty outside of Jane’s control, and for you two to know me.”

It was just days ago that Puppy broke his hands. He was able to heal them, with Kitty’s help, but she still did it. It scares her, that he thinks there’s a real her hidden beneath what Master made her into. What if he’s wrong? It’ll hurt him so badly when he realizes he’s wrong…

Because she didn’t have to break his hands. Jane didn’t make her do that, she did that to stop Bunny from casting because she thought it was impossible for Master to die, and she was wrong. She made the wrong choice, and that’s not some simple mistake. She broke the hands of one of the two people she loves most in the world for no reason. She only made things worse.

She wants to apologize. She tries, but just the thought of speaking makes her throat close up with fear.

She thinks maybe this is part of why she was crying. She did so many horrible things under the assumption that there was no alternative, and it turns out there was. Master’s death is the death of her ability to justify how much she’s hurt people. She can’t push away her guilt without that justification, and it swallows her whole.

She should just die. She’s just like Master, the world would be better without her. Death was the answer to Master's problems, so it can be hers, too. She should just stay by Master’s side until she dies of dehydration like Master would want her to do. That would help the others, too, because Master would never let her die so quickly if she was just tricking them, so they could be even more sure Master is truly dead.

“I think… we should go upstairs.” Kitty says from somewhere behind her. “I don’t want to be here if we don’t have to.”

Puppy shakes her head. She’s not going to leave Master’s side. It’s the best for everyone.

Bunny hugs her a little tighter. “Puppy shook her head. Um… I don’t want any of us to be left alone right now…”

Kitty sighs. “Alright. So… what do we do now?”

Puppy wishes she could go upstairs. Obviously Bunny and Kitty don’t want to be here, and they’re staying for her. Just more suffering she’s causing them.

Bunny is quiet for a moment. "…What if it's not real? I feel so sure that if she could do that while she was alive she would've done it by now… but I felt so sure that Barron's magic could protect me, too. And that she was a safe person to follow home in the first place. And even after all the times I tried… it feels too easy."

"Well, you had doubts… you just pushed them away, right?"

"Well, yeah… Yeah, I guess that's it. I don't want to push the doubts away this time, and I'm afraid she's not actually dead." He goes quiet again, then starts laughing. "Fuck, I'm so stupid. If she's dead, magic won't work anymore, right?"

Bunny lets go of Puppy and gets up. "Magic doesn't work if you're trying to prove something, so I'll try to heal one of you. Um… I'm more certain that it might work on the Puppy's pressure sores than on acid burns, so I'll try that first."

Puppy lies down on the ground facing Master while Bunny collects his materials. Master's blood is mostly dry now.

Bunny says some words and does his thing, and Puppy doesn't feel anything change.

"We would definitely know if she could just… get rid of magic, right?"

Puppy nods. Master hated mages. The chance of her having the ability to get rid of all mages and not using it until now is even lower than the chance of her having the ability to not instantly heal and not using it until now.

"So– I mean, I could've wanted to prove she was dead badly enough to skew the results, but still. I also really wanted to heal you. This is– we have much more evidence that we're free this time than we ever had before, right? So we're not pushing away doubts, we're disproving them! Like, I ignored the sketchy things going on here when I first got here. I ignored how certain you and Puppy were that escaping wouldn't work, and how magic doesn't affect Jane the same way as it does everything else, when my only evidence I was safe was Barron's magic. I ignored evidence, but I'm not this time. The only evidence we have that she's alive is that she's tricked us before. And if we encounter more evidence, we definitely shouldn't ignore that, but for now… I think we can assume we're free. That's– that's what the evidence points to."

"Right, right. And… the worst that could happen if we assume she's dead and we're wrong is torture. Which is bad, obviously, but if we assume she's still alive and we're wrong… we'd torture ourselves trying to stick to her rules. And Puppy would die, because those rules include her not eating or drinking without permission. I'd… honestly prefer the former."

"Yeah, yeah!"

Their voices have slowly filled with excitement throughout the conversation. Puppy's happy for them. Once she's dead, they most likely won't ever have to worry about being tortured again.

"So– okay, I think our first step is– well, I'm thinking obviously we want to move out of here as soon as possible, right?" Bunny asks.

"Right. We can pack up some clothes and food, and Puppy will probably want to take her plushies. Everything else we can leave behind."

Puppy stops staring at Master's corpse for a moment and looks at the others. They should sell a bunch of this stuff, but how can she tell them that? She can't force herself to speak no matter how hard she tries. She turns back to Master.

"Where do you think we should go once we're packed?" Bunny is pacing the room excitedly.

“Well, Puppy knows how to get to the nearest grocery store, so that’s at least a start. Once we’re… around some other people… it’ll probably be easier to figure out our other options.”

“Hmm… Puppy, do you feel good about that plan?”

Puppy shakes her head.

“...Okay, so the first step is all getting on the same page. Do you want to keep living in this house?” Bunny’s voice is full of determination, the same way it was whenever he’d talk about killing Jane.

Puppy shakes her head. She doesn’t want to live at all.

“So we’re on the same page there, at least.” Kitty says. “Sorry for not checking sooner. Do you feel good about us packing up some food, clothes, and sentimental items before leaving?”

Puppy sits up and makes a 'so-so' gesture.

"Um… is there something else you think we should bring?"

Puppy makes another 'so-so' gesture.

"Hm…" 

Both Kitty and Bunny seem fairly stumped. Puppy guesses that's fair, she probably wouldn't be able to figure out what she meant either if she was in their shoes. Even if she can nonverbally convey that she wants them to sell stuff, how could she instruct them on who to sell it to avoid unwanted questions?

She'll have to write it down. The idea scares her, but not as much as the idea of speaking does. She guesses she's never actually been punished for writing or signing without permission, because by the time those rules were established she was already very obedient. Thinking of speaking without permission brings to mind burning hot barbed wire digging into every part of her body, but thinking of writing without permission just brings up a general fear of disobedience.

She can't die yet. Bunny and Kitty need her. She'll probably have to be the one to actually sell the stuff, too. She sighs and scoops Master's body into her arms, then heads upstairs.

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else, or if you want to be added to or removed from the tag list!

Tag list: @eatyourdamnpears @whump-in-the-closet @scp-1296 @thecosmicmap @quins-whump-stuff @fuckcapitalismasshole

#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #nonhuman whumper #multiple whumpees #pet whump #whumpee #whumper #man i might have to stop adding that tag soon... #whump caretaker #3rd person pov #torture mention tw #blood mention tw #child death tw #kinda #jane's pets

[whumppmuhw]

Whumptober Day 15: Muzzle, transformation

tw: muzzle, forced servitude, conditioned whumpee, torture mention

... "I fucking hate you! I don't want to work for you anymore! Get off of me, you son of a bitch!" Whumpee yelled out as Whumper tackled him to the ground. Whumpee was kicking and flailing, and Whumper found it hard to hold him still, even for a second, especially one handed. Whumpee tried his best to fight his oppressor, but weeks of tiring labor and malnutrition on Whumpee's end gave Whumper the upper hand. Whumper used one hand to hold Whumpee's head to the ground, and with the other he put on the muzzle he had someone make for Whumpee. He used that hand to keep the muzzle on and keep Whumpee's head down, then picked up the other to reach into his pocket and pull out a small key. Whumper locked the muzzle around Whumpee's head, and the fight was over. Once Whumpee heard the click of the lock, he knew he was beat. His voice was his best weapon, and now he couldn't even open his mouth fully. He was a turtle laying on its shell with no one to tip him over; utterly defeated. Whumper sat up, panting. Once he caught his breath, he spoke. "That oughta keep you silent." Whumper stood up and dusted off his clothes. "Servants don't need to talk anyway. Maybe now you'll stop being so damn defiant." Whumpee was sick of doing Whumper's labor and playing his games. He would do anything to get out of this place, but there were no windows to tell him where he was and Whumper would always lock doors when they weren't being used; escape was not an option. Whumpee sat up, slouching, mood dampened by the newest development. He could breathe just fine, but without his snappy insults and clever comebacks, his fire was bottled up. All of his rage, all of his hurt, was now trapped with no outlet and Whumpee felt awful. ... (Two months later) Whumpee's fire was dying out. Two months with the muzzle, which only came off for a quick meal or drink of water. Now, Whumpee rarely used and could barely recognize his own voice; he only ever spoke in whispers, used to not speaking at all. The only voice Whumpee ever consistently heard now was Whumper's, and he was starting to hate it. The only exceptions being Whumpee's occasional whispers and Whumper's guests - Whumpee locked away in some other room forbidden to make noise as he strove to hear anything of the world outside Whumper's place - before the muzzle was back on or the short visits were over. Whumpee, now more restricted in his freedom of expression than ever, couldn't really resist Whumper's orders, so he had given in. Sure, escape sounded nice, but it wasn't going to happen; just a fantasy. Whumpee had grown used to the physical demands of the work, and Whumper had been a bit less harsh with Whumpee's newfound silent obedience. Whumper was loving it. He no longer had to put up with Whumpee's fiery words, and once that was gone, the rest of Whumpee followed. It had been a rather quick transformation from loud and defiant to silent and submissive, and the only thing Whumper loved more than a functional servant was seeing Whumpee defeated, day after day. Even when Whumpee had his muzzle off, he wouldn't say anything out of line. Whumper had made lots of progress with his conditioning and Whumpee didn't feel like trying to defy Whumper anymore. While punishments were few nowadays, Whumper still enjoyed torture, and while it felt like hell, Whumpee didn't struggle like he used to and had gotten use to the routine. Soon, this was Whumpee's life, his rebellious self as distant as him from the false hope as freedom. Whumpee had given up, a shell of who he used to be.

#mine #ailesswhumptober2023 #whumptober #whump #muzzle #transformation #muzzle tw #forced servitude tw #conditioned whumpee #torture mention tw

[dellcartwrights]

Location: District 13 bunker, middle of the night Open

Delly had barely any time to react to Peeta's very obvious deterioration before the air raid siren had gone off, and she had to run through the halls of Thirteen looking for Dirk. This couldn't be happening again. They couldn't be bombing Thirteen the way that they had bombed Twelve. The only difference was this time she could protect Dirk, and she would protect Dirk. She couldn't always leave it up to Gale. Delly had found Dirk in their room, cowering in a corner, and it had taken everything in her to not break down in that moment and to get them both down to the bunker.

The first hit had startled her and sent Dirk scrambling under his bunk. Delly spent the next few hours calming him down and trying to not let herself fall apart either. Dirk couldn't see her like that. It wouldn't help anything.

It wasn't until things got quiet, the strikes farther apart, to the point that Delly thought that they were through, and Dirk was asleep that she got up to stretch her legs. They had long fallen asleep, and she was unsteady on her feet as she managed to wander among the people to find a somewhat empty corner where she collapsed and buried her face in her knees as the tears came. She cried for her mom, her dad, Peeta, and her brother. When were they going to get Peeta back? How much longer could he take the Capitol's torture?

Delly nearly jumped when she felt a presence next to her. The "I'm fine!" came without even thinking. And then she paused. "No, I'm not," she admitted, tears in her eyes. "But I'm not hurt, so you can just...I'm sure there's hurt people or someone else that you need to tend to."

#eventideevent04 #eventideppp #bombing tw #death tw #grief tw #ptsd tw #torture mention tw #parent death tw #anxiety tw #eventidestart

[badguysgalore]

My Two Cents on the Joker: My Love/Hate relationship with the Clown Prince of Crime

I think something we tend to forget in fandom is that you can like or dislike a character without liking or disliking everything about them. Before anything else said, I want to make this clear as crystal. This is my opinion. I am not saying it is right or that you have to agree. No one has to agree with me. All I ask is that you hear me out, acknowledge my opinion, and if you don't like it, agree to disagree. I fully respect the opinions of those who dislike/hate this character. Okay, let's talk about this frikkin' clown.

It is absolutely no surprise, to me or to anyone, that a lot of people LOATHE the Joker. And with good reason. He is a monster. In nearly every continuity he's in, he's done terrible things. He killed Jason Todd, paralyzed Barbara Gordon, abused and manipulated Harley, tormented and experimented on Tim Drake, turned Superman into a dictator, the list goes on. I understand why people hate him. Their reasons are valid, especially if they relate to his victims.

I myself have a love/hate relationship with the Joker.

Here's what I love about the Joker:

I love that he's Batman's opposite, a bright, loud, colorful clown.

I love that when written right, he can be scary AND funny.

I love his overall classic design. Purple suit, bow-tie, green hair, red lips, etc.

I love that he's deadly, as any Batman villain ought to be.

I love his genius-level intellect. Though, arguably, all the great Batman villains have that.

I love his weapons. Joker venom, acid-squirting flowers, ninja-star playing cards, etc.

I love the whole "Joker card as a calling card" shtick. To me, that never gets old.

I love how ruthless he is. Some of the best villains are ruthless.

I love his whole "agent of chaos" shtick.

I love the idea that he's a deadly maniac hiding behind the humorous image of a clown.

I love the fact that he's anti-nazi. Good to see he has some sort of standards, at least in one or two continuities.

I love his obsession with Batman and their rivalry.

Now here's what I hate about the Joker.

I hate that he has zero respect for anyone other than himself, or even if he does respect them, it's only as a means to an end. At the very least, he ought to have more respect for his allies.

I hate how he serves as a bad representation of mental health. I will not sugarcoat it or give it a pass. I have my own share of mental illnesses, so him serving as an example of the mentally ill? Terrible.

I hate the whole "Life's a Joke and only I know the punchline" shtick.

I hate the way he treated Harley. It was wrong then and it's wrong now. There's no hiding it, or excusing it.

I hate the growing amount of "edginess" the character has been given. He's a clown villain. At least half of his crimes should be nonsensical fun.

I hate how he treats the younger members of the Bat-Family. I know they're his enemies, but still.

I will never condone the Joker's actions, nor the actions of any villain. And again, I fully understand and acknowledge that my enjoyment of the Joker as a villain is unpopular. But I feel like I should be honest. At the end of the day, the Joker is one of my favorite villains. Do I like everything about him? No. But I don't have to.

#villains #opinions #dc comics #dc universe #batman #the joker #death mention tw #torture mention #torture mention tw #death mention #abuse tw #abuse cw #Yeah i like the joker as a bad guy and an antithesis to the hero #but i will never condone his actions #at least he's anti-nazi #i have a love hate relationship with this clown #i guess he's a guilty pleasure character #problematic fave #unpopular opinion #possibly unpopular opinion

[mvsicinthedvrk]

horror corn maze event 16 starter for xie lian & sophie // @mcrcki

"Alright, so--" Xie Lian says, a little frazzled by the events of... however many hours he's been in the maze so far. "Geese isn't so bad?" Not compared to the things trying to murder them, or psychologically disturb them, or freeze them to death. Unless the geese are about to pull out knives, or shape shift into monster-sized geese, this part of the maze is... fairly normal. "Ah, I've been to the left of here, and it's no good. I would avoid the left, if at all possible," he advises, with some measure of polite composure. "Have you been to the right at all?" As he speaks, he looks Sophie over from head to toe, as if to make sure they haven't sustained any major physical injuries or disasters.

#hwevent16 #;; xl ;; #;; xie lian speaks to sophie hatter ;; #[ for context i rolled: hoard of geese ] #torture mention tw #weapons mention tw

[oftincturedwords]

in watching the new episode the tipping point of star wars : the bad batch , i noticed that during crosshair's 'escape attempt' when the lady interrogator / doctor was telling him 'there is no escape. not in his condition.' it appears that crosshair already knows there's no escape for him , even before she explained that even if he can make it outside in his condition that hounds would be on him in minutes , & then switches the blaster to stun rather than kill her ( which , as a side note , was a very strategic move since he knew he wasn't escaping he didn't want to kill her , a rather 'a devil you know than a devil you don't' type scenario if that makes any sense )

when he arrives in the station to send out a communication , he warns the batch that they are being targeted & hunted , he tries to warn that it's omega the empire are after but it's cut off. bUT he doesn't say his location , he doesn't say he's in trouble , he doesn't give any information that would lead to his recuse. his sole worry is about telling his brothers that they & omega are in danger & to go into hiding.

crosshair doesn't expect a rescue. he didn't even try to make it about an escape when he was running , his goal was to ensure he warned his siblings about the empire's agenda.

lowkey thought crosshair was going to shoot himself when he was coughing from the toxin they filled the room with & he made to grab for the blaster. it was a fleeting thought but i was so scared for a moment because he did want he set out to do in sending a warning to the batch & i thought he would think it better if he eliminated the threat he poses to them if he cannot stand interrogation...

#star wars #star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #swtbb #crosshair #crosshair tbb #the bad batch spoilers #tbb spoilers #bayze rambles #my thoughts #torture mention tw #torture mention cw #suicide mention tw #suicide mention cw #ask to tag

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

Whumptober Day 6: Conditioning and Forced to Hurt Someone Else

My protegeinnit timeline. Tommy is forced to kill Punz for the first time in his necromancy training, and Dream uses his exile conditioning to get him to comply. Warnings for abuse, injury, death, blood, referenced torture and murder, dehumanisation, traumabonding, self victim blaming, manipulation, isolation, imprisonment, and love-bombing.

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The knife felt like lead in Tommy’s hands.

Heavy and poisonous, he was half convinced his wrists would break from the strain. He felt sick as he looked down at Punz, strapped to a hospital bed and looking bored, and imagined how it’d feel to end a life. It felt wrong, the mere idea of it. He knew what Limbo was like; he didn’t want to put anyone through that fate worse than damnation.

“I know you can do it, Tommy,” Dream said, voice a mix of soothing and threatening, as he observed. “I’ve trained you well, haven’t I?”

Tommy gulped. “I- I mean, yeah, obviously, but…”

“It’s difficult to take a life for the first time? Yeah, it’s like that for us all-“

Punz snorted, rolling his eyes. “Speak for yourself.”

“C‘mon, you know the kid’s not like us.” Dream scolded, like Punz was a silly child. “Play nice.”

“Whatever. Get the little asshole to get this over with. I’m bored.”

Tommy didn’t know why Punz seemed to fucking hate him so much. He was nice, before… everything. Exile. The experiments. Now, he eyed Tommy with barely hidden contempt when Dream was around and completely unhidden rage when he wasn’t. He’d almost expected the man to strike him a few times, not as a punishment like Dream did but out of sheer anger and hatred. But he never did, saying something about how he was lucky to be Dream’s little pet.

Tommy was pretty sure that was meant to be an insult, but he took it in pride. He clearly wasn’t cut out to make decisions for himself, and if he had to be owned, Dream was a pretty cool owner. Even though he technically was one- Tommy couldn’t really disobey him or anything, not unless he wanted to regret it- he mostly just let Tommy chill and hung out with him like Tommy had once done with Wilbur, long ago. And- and, yeah, Tommy would have never ever agreed to the experiments if he had a choice, but it was for the greater good, so it was only fair for Dream to make him do them. Tommy was just a whiny baby.

He didn’t know why Dream put up with him. Useless, stupid, scaredy-cat Tommy, not a big man at all, clearly wasn’t the person to help with delicate magical research. Dream shoulda asked Tubbo or someone. Now, that was someone clever and brave and helpful. Someone who knew what the fuck they were doing. Someone who wasn’t a complete waste of fucking space-

“Tommy?” Dream’s voice was loud, but not cruel. “You’re dreaming awake again.”

Tommy could feel his cheeks flush as he came back to reality. He’d tried so hard to work on that, and Dream was so kind about it, but he hated it so much, so Tommy wasn’t allowed to do it. He’d tried so many ways to fight the static from his mind, from decoupling from his body and becoming nothing at all, but they didn’t seem to work. When he got like that, nothing Dream said or did could help him unless he caught it really early, and even then, it was like delaying the inevitable.

It was fucking embarrassing how little control Tommy had over his own mind.

“Sorry,” Tommy said quietly, trying his best to pretend to be a person. “I’m trying.”

“I know, little bug. I’ll be so proud of you for doing this, y’know. Don’t you want me to be proud of you?” There was an almost mocking tone to how his voice shifted, suddenly cruelly playful. “After all, remember what it’s like when you really do disappoint me?”

Tommy instinctively flinched, the punishments already playing in his head. Maybe, if it wasn’t too bad, it’d be like Exile, and Dream would mercifully just give him a beating, or a lecture, or lock him in his room for a few days, but Dream couldn’t be that kind nowadays. No, what normally happened was that next time it was his turn to die, Dream would make sure it was as painful, slow, and agonising as fucking possible. Probably leave him in Limbo for a few extra days, too, stewing in the agony. Prick.

Well, that wasn’t really fair. Tommy shouldn’t think that about someone who was practically family, the only person who not only tolerated but adored him. If Dream decided he deserved to be disembowelled or burnt or whatever, then he deserved all of it and worse. Dream was clever, too. He- he was the one who figured out how to bring people back, and he said it was a good thing, so it had to be, even though it didn’t seem good at all. Dream knew best. Dream knew best.

The sweat on Tommy’s palms made holding onto the knife feel like a nigh-impossible task.

“Aww, Tommy, don’t panic. I know you can do it.” Dream was clearly relishing in Tommy’s fear. “Remember, I know best, right? I taught you well. I don’t want to have to start all that again. Unless you want to go back to step one, Tommy. Do you want that? Do you want to go back to Logstedshire?”

“N-no, sir.” Logstedshire was easier, but Logstedshire was also hellish. Every day, the sun beat down and scorched him, and he woke up with water in his lungs. Every day, he did the same thing, comfortingly routine yet painfully constricting. No luxuries, no breaks, nothing. At least here, he was respected. He was a researcher into necromancy, much like Dream and Punz, and his thoughts were important and appreciated. He was given ample free time, a comfortable cell with plenty to do, and Dream got to spend much more time with him now. He even got to own things, which was weird to consider. He wasn’t a defiant exiled child, learning to obey- here, he was a valued protège, a Big Man respected in his own right.

He couldn’t be treated like that helpless child again. He’d rather be poisoned with the most agonising regents, left to starve in a tiny box, anything but being unable to do anything.

“Don’t call me that.” Dream’s voice was so harsh that Tommy flinched violently enough to drop the knife straight on his foot, yelping as it cut through his skin. His eyes widened at that, and his voice turned soft. “You’re not in trouble, it’s just…” He turned away, and shook his head. “Get this over with, okay? And I’ll get you a potion or something, if you do it quickly.”

Tommy scrambled for the knife, unable to stop himself from grinning a bit. It was like the jolt of happiness through his chest back when he was in Exile, and Dream didn’t make him put his stuff in the hole that day- it was something he’d once, stupidly, taken for granted, but Dream had taught him to take joy in.

Dream said that he, Tommy, and Punz all had different roles. Punz was the control group, serving to document the effects of regular revival both in the short and long term. Dream focused mainly on the effects revival had on the necromancer themselves to see if that could aid the pursuit of immortality in any way. And Tommy had the most crucial job of all- testing the extremes. The most agonising deaths, the longest and shortest times in Limbo, the effects on extreme stress afterwards before and after revival. It was miserable as shit, but Tommy took pride in knowing his suffering was helpful, and Dream didn’t hesitate in rewarding him.

Yeah, Tommy was spoiled, he really was. He had his Switch and all the games he could want, books, music, soft blankets, hell, Dream had even got him a kitten (though that was also to test revival on animal species). But no matter how kind, how ridiculously nice Dream was, that wasn’t going to get in the way of the research. Tommy’s pain was a test, something to be studied and not helped, regardless of whether it was a stubbed toe or a missing limb. Any sort of painkiller, any sort of healing, ruined the result, made it unclear how revival impacted his senses and his recovery.

Dream must be really proud of him if he was offering a potion.

The knife still felt wrong in his hand, bloodied and twisted, and it hurt to drag himself to Punz’s side, so much he thought he might not be able to, but he bit his tongue and pushed through the pain.

Punz rolled his eyes at him again. “Finally gonna get it over with? You’re so dramatic.”

Quietly, too focused on being good to speak, he nodded, lifting the knife and dragging it across their throat.

It was not quick, nor was it painless, but it was definitely more so than any of Tommy’s deaths. Punz choked on their own blood, thrashing violently against the restraints on instincts for what felt like forever, until he stilled, letting out a final rattling breath. It was a sickening sight, and Tommy couldn’t help but gag. Yeah, he’d been through worse, but it still looked like it hurt like Hell. Tommy deserved it. Punz didn’t, and now he was in Limbo, the hellish place playing tricks on his mind, and he must be so scared, and-

“There you go,” Dream cooed softly, like he was talking to a small child. “That wasn’t so hard, was it? I’m so proud of you, Tommy.” He ruffled Tommy’s hair gently, and the feeling of comfort sat wrong with the agonising sight of Punz clinging to life, desperately trying to free himself. It felt wrong. So, so wrong.

But there was something so soothing about Dream’s calm voice, his pride in him. It felt safe. It felt like the only good thing in the world. It was like the feeling in his chest he had after he went to Church, the light of the Primes shining down on him, and even though he couldn’t go to Church anymore, he longed for that feeling of being protected by a higher power. And- and Dream, he was practically a God compared to Tommy. Stupid, sickly, weak-hearted Tommy, who needed a firm hand to guide and punish.

He swallowed the bile in his throat and let himself lean into the touch, forcing a smile. After all, Dream was proud of him, and He knew best.

#My writing #ailesswhumptober #c!primeboys #dream smp #abuse tw #injury tw #tw death #blood tw #torture mention tw #Murder mention tw #dehumanisation tw #Victim blaming tw #manipulation tw #lovebombing tw

[heartunderneath]

His head HURT. There weren’t any injuries on his body but there was still a deep ache within him. Stefan had been tortured before, he was fairly used to the drill as a vampire, as a human his shoulders still felt stiff from being tied up. He still felt weak from being tied down. Unable to help as the two people he loved suffered due to a situation they were only in because he was a human being. “Where am I?” He asked groggily. Stefan struggled to recall if he’d gone to sleep on account of being wasted or his body was just too tired to go on. | @sanguishqsstarters​

#injury mention tw #torture mention tw #sanguishqs.start

[apalestar]

❛  i'll always be here for you, no matter what. just please don't shut me out.  ❜ (Aurelia)

@never-surrender from emotionally charged sentences.

Aurelia was as soft-hearted as they came. It often got her into trouble. Cazador used it against her the same as the bastard used everything against them. Her pleas and cries of mercy often made everything much more difficult for him. Astarion couldn't trust her. He hadn't trusted anyone after he came out from that coffin. Everything had changed.

Especially with the arrival of the third spawn, Violet. Violet who was as cruel as she was beautiful. She altered the entire dynamic in the palace. Again.

Astarion bodily pulled himself away from his 'sister'. No more kin to him than a random stranger on the street. "Are you? Are you truly? Because we both know you will sing so beautifully for him if he asks. There is no trust between us. Not anymore."

He put more distance between the two of them. Shut himself off. He became the cold one among the siblings. The one no one truly approached. He couldn't see her kindness as anything more than a ploy.

#ask: penning the rogue #never-surrender #verse: years of torment #torture mention tw #// When he shoved away emotionally #// so sad #queue

[rubberduckyrye]

Oh because of the scaradotter fic or the v3 fic

Okay gonna go into more detail about these dark fics so under the cut they go!

Note though: the way I see both of these fics is that if I were to write them, they would be horror. Keep that in mind for the V3 fic especially dnasjdnsjak

The DottoScara fic is on my to-do list, but I have to be in a VERY specific mood for that dsnfkjnsfjkds. To clarify: the fic is currently called "Diablo", and it explores Scaramouche's live from the very beginning of his life, through his "Three betrayals," through the meat of the fic (Dottore torturing him via experimentation) and up until his final confrontation with the Traveler where he fights in the big robot. The main reason it's DottoScara is because the meat of the fic will explore the potential tortures Scaramouche faced under Dottore. AKA It's torture porn. Also something something you could argue that any and all vivisections Scaramouche endures can be allegories to being sexually abused something something invading the body in a way that is a very unique experience something something not intended but I've definitely written Wrenn in RPs where he feels violated in his healing verses when he thinks of the vivisections so there's that?

Anyway. The V3 Darkfic. Um. Ho boy. This one might get people screaming at me.

(I say, literally describing that Scaramouche endures Vivisections... But the themes of the V3 fic are.... things people really love to harass people about. Ah. Oh well, Antis, eat your hearts out.)

The V3 fic.... Listen, it didn't start off as a darkfic but boy did it go there real fast. I don't even know if I want to write this one. But I'll tell you the concept for it--the idea is when there are 14 students left, the Motive Monokuma and the Monokubs give them is a collar around their necks and the Seven Deadly Sins. The collars inject a chemical that is supposed to make their respective hosts more and more likely to enact their respective sins, and there are two of each sin. Three doses from the collar will make the student go into a frenzy if they've been resisting their sin for the previous 2 doses.

Sounds pretty interesting--until you think of the consequences of that and the sin of Lust specifically. It accidentally went from "interesting them and motive" to "Oh this is literally 'Fuck or Die' combined with 'Sex Pollen'." fsdnjfjkfnsdk

Definitely not intentional on my part. Anyway guess what two "I'd rather die than be vulnerable with someone, especially if forced into intimacy" boys got the Lust Collars. If you guessed Oumota you'd be right.

Since I think the concept of being forced into lust is a very horrifying situation, I was drawn to the idea of writing it from Kaito's perspective and writing down the horrors from his perspective. The fact that him and Kokichi keep blacking out on the third dose does not Help his imagination. I don't think I'd write any of the sex scenes (been there, done that with "A Little Out of Order", not sure if I really wanna do smut again) but I think the blackouts/reading Kaito slip from coherent consciousness into darkness make it all the more horrifying. Just, they're both drugged and black out, who knows what could have happened to either of them when they black out. They both hate this.

I think at some point Kokichi concocts the idea of killing himself just to make the motive end for everyone, but also because he gets to be at his breaking point because. Well. You know. Pretty sure Kaito has to stop him.

I do know Miu gets a wrath collar and ends up breaking a lot of shit in her lab on dose 3. That or she beats up Kokichi. Probably the latter because you know. That or sloth if only because I can't tell which sin would make her feel her worst. It's about the despair, everyone!

This idea of far less plotted out though because I don't really know what to do with it, let alone do I even really want to do anything with it. Like I don't know how the motive ends, if there's a murder, if the ship can even really become a true ship after that kind of trauma, ectect. So for now it's staying as a plot bunny in my head that I occasionally remember and ponder on.

Anyway. Ehe. if I start getting hate anons I'm closing my ask box immediately. Juuust saying.

#Not tagging fandoms because I don't want randos harassing me for darkfic plot bunnies #but: #Vivisection mention tw #Dubcon mention tw #torture mention tw #... Huh that about covers it I think actually #Ask to tag?

[daydrcamings]

@lcvenderhcze

diego was a coward. there was no sugar coating that. there was no way of righting what he had done. he had not only taken part in the scams in the first place but... he had also given up his friends. he knew how dangerous john was and yet he couldn't keep his mouth shut in hopes of saving his own skin. it was only when he discovered that all of his friends had died... did he realise how stupid he had been. diego would never forgive himself. which was why... at the sight of mateo? he thought his guilt was simply driving him insane. "no... no... go away!" diego let out a whimper, shaking his head. "tu no eres real, tu no eres real, tu no eres real." repeated over and over again as tears welled in his eyes.

#( lcvenderhcze. ) #( diego interacts. ) #( diego x mateo. ) #death mention tw #murder mention tw #torture mention tw #trauma mention tw

[another-whump-sideblog]

Jane's Pets Chapter 90: Hope

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"Is there something specific you want to talk about?" You ask. Fuck, it's been so long since she could choose what to talk about, at least that you've seen. 

She just shrugs. "I don't know. I love you both. That's what I wish I could say the most. Besides that… I don't know."

You squeeze her hand. "I love you too."

Kitty nods in agreement. "Yeah, love you both…"

Puppy is silent for a bit. "You… you said I might hate you for not being politically active… why? I know you were homeless for most of your adult life, anyway… Hard to be involved in stuff like that when you're struggling to stay alive. And it's not like I was any kind of activist."

"...I don't know. It just feels like the bare minimum, y'know? I guess… I wish I'd been more involved in trying to help people back then. I was just only focused on myself. And not being politically active is an example of that… Sorry, it was a weird thing to say. I don't even really know what I meant, and I'm definitely not judging you for not being an activist, or anyone else. Just a thing I… I don't know. Sorry."

She hums thoughtfully. "Well, just know I would never hate you. Were you…? …nevermind."

You kinda want to know what she was going to say, but also this conversation is reallyyyyy awkward and you want it to be over. It's… nice, to have a problem as simple as this. An awkward conversation.

"I could never hate you either."

She nods. "I think… you're too hard on yourself. If you expect people to hate you over things like that."

You laugh in surprise. "Guess so. Add that to the list of things to talk about in therapy when this is all over."

She frowns. You hate that she doesn't believe this'll ever be over, but there's no point in trying to convince her. That'll have to wait until after Jane is dead.

"I'm… glad we can talk about anything." She finally says. "Even if we don't agree. When I'm allowed to talk, at least." 

"Me too. Uh… I feel like there's so many things I've been wanting to ask you, but now that you actually can talk I can't think of anything." Besides questions about Jane you know she won't answer.

She nods. "Yeah, there's so many times that I want to say something and hold my tongue… but nothing is coming to mind now."

"We should just play a game or something, then. Kitty? What games do you think you're up for?"

They groan. "I don't know… I wanna play The Game of Life if you can talk, but… that requires a lot of focus…"

You're not really feeling up for The Game of Life either. "What about Crazy Eights?" That should be simple enough for you and Kitty and leave plenty of room for talking.

Puppy gives a thumbs up out of habit before remembering she can talk. "That sounds great."

Kitty nods in agreement, so the three of you play crazy eights for the next few hours, and then hang out with Puppy as she does her chores. It's so similar to how it normally is, and yet so different with Puppy joining in on the teasing each other and chatting.

This is how it should always be. They can't hope for that right now, but you can, and you will hope for them with everything you have.

-~-~

"Do you wanna know something funny?"

The girl stays perfectly still as Jane does her makeup. She's only recently been let upstairs for the first time and she doesn't want to do anything that would risk sending her back to the basement.

"My powers define death differently. Like, my immortality won't let me sleep forever, because that's considered too close to death. But I can only teleport non-living things, and wouldn't you know it, a person in a coma is considered alive! I don't get to be in a coma because I'm immortal. But someone in a coma is still too alive to be teleported. Isn’t that bullshit?”

The girl doesn’t dare move or speak. Jane hasn’t banned her from speaking yet, she just doesn’t want to know what’ll happen if she ruins the makeup. She wonders if Jane can teleport viruses, there's debate about whether or not those are alive, right? And her teleporting would remove all living bacteria, could it be used to sanatize things?

But she's not going to ask. She'll sit still and look pretty like Jane wants until she has a chance to get out.

“Drives me crazy." She mutters. "Look up, if you blink I'm gonna stab you in the eye."

The girl looks up as Jane applies eyeliner.

"You're really pretty… my little dress-up doll." She giggles.

The girl keeps looking up. Keeps being good, because eventually Jane will trust her to roam the house freely without cuts on her feet or broken ankles. Eventually, she'll be able to run. Just a bit longer. Just a bit more of this, and she'll be free.

-~-~

You think the healing spells you cast on the food in the fridge are working. You're the only one that would be able to tell, the others haven't been hurt recently, so you pay close attention to the speed of your healing. You think it's going faster.

It's been a few days since Puppy was allowed to talk, and your heart aches now that you have such a recent reminder of what Jane has taken away from her, and from you and Kitty. She should be that happy every day. She should be that free every day.

You spend a lot of time thinking about different spells and how you could make or find new ones. You feel fairly confident that if there was an already existing/known spell that could kill Jane, she would be dead, by her hand or someone else's. You have to discover the way to kill her, in your own way. You have to think of something no one's tried before. Something you have that everyone she's hurt before, including herself, didn't have.

There has to be something. There has to be. You have to have something special no one else has had before because otherwise this is going to be the rest of your life.

So that's what you spend your time thinking about, while you garden, while you play games with the others, while you go on walks and gather materials. What do you have that's special? What new spell can you make or discover that no one else before could've done?

"Kitty? Do you think I'm special?"

Kitty looks up from their coloring book (the three of you try to save the coloring books for special occasions- they can only really be used once, after all- and the special occasion today is that Kitty had a worse breakdown than normal and needed a pick-me-up). "Um… I don't know. Why?"

"Just… thinking. I've been trying to think of things that are special about me."

"...why?"

"I don't know. Sorry for bothering you."

"Hmm…" they go back to coloring. "Trying to… figure out why you're here? Even if there is something special… it doesn't help to worry about it."

"I know. I'm not worried about what made Jane pick me." You know why- you're trusting, and you were alone, and she thought it would be fun to hurt you. None of that is special.

"Okay…" Kitty frowns as they go back to coloring. Probably frustrated that they can't figure out why you're asking…

Well, Jane already knows you're trying to kill her. You can say this out loud.

"I just- lots of people have tried to kill Jane, y'know? If I want to be the one to do it, I have to have something none of those people had. I have to be special. Does that make sense?"

They nod slowly. "A little. But… it doesn't just have to be something about you. Or a specific person. Right? Cause… time keeps moving on. She's more or less given up on being able to die, or at least it seems that way from how she talks… but new things are invented every day."

Oh, you were totally right to talk to Kitty about this, even if Jane can hear your scheming. "Right! It could be something only someone in this specific time could do, not something only I can do. Hmm… If only we knew what kinds of things Jane had already tried! Or how she became immortal in the first place!"

Kitty sighs. "There's so much we don't know…" They look so, so tired.

"Don't give up hope. We're close, I just know it."

"Mmmm…"

They don't have to believe you. You'll get them out of here.

–

You wake up the next morning from a dream of forcing Jane to drink molten metal, a surprising but welcome break from your nightmares. You scheme even in your sleep. You doubt it would work, she's certain to have already tried that, but you do wonder… can she teleport things out of her body?

You add that to the list of things you want to test, right after if a body part got cut off, would she be able to reattach it or would she grow a new one? and can she heal if her entire body is destroyed at once?

You're scared to do things just to test them. If there's no chance of it killing her, you're just signing yourself (and the others) up to be tortured. But you'll never figure out how to kill her without more information…

So that makes the 'destroying her whole body' thing the most appealing. It's a test, but it also has a chance, however small, of actually killing her. So that's your plan for today.

You prepare a spell to do just that, not even bothering to wait for Jane to take someone else to the basement. You don't care if she's watching, so long as you can catch her off guard eventually. Your head is already starting to hurt.

Once the spell is prepared, you leave your room for breakfast, and-

Your hopes are immediately crushed. Jane is dragging Kitty by the hair to the basement.

You'd cast right now, but… you don't know if you're skilled enough to avoid hitting Kitty. So you just watch as Jane drags them and laughs while they cry.

"Good morning, Bunny! My Kitty needs a bit more training."

She throws them down the stairs and follows after, slamming the door behind her. Fuck

They're going to get tortured. You don't even know if they did anything, or if Jane was just bored. You need to kill Jane.

Puppy sits at the table, still muzzled, staring at the omelets she made. You need to kill Jane.

You sit down next to her. This… it's not ideal, but you can still get something out of this. Out of her being in the basement with Kitty. "Puppy. Do you trust me?"

Screaming starts up downstairs. Puppy nods slowly.

"Would you do anything for me?" You know you're being manipulative, but this can't go on any longer.

She looks at you suspiciously, but nods.

"Then I need you to tell me- If Jane's entire body was destroyed at once, would she die?"

Puppy shakes her head.

"If some kind of weapon was inside her body, would she be able to teleport it out?"

Puppy thinks for a moment, then shakes her head reluctantly. She's less willing to give you this information- probably because she's worried you'll do something stupid- but she did give it. She's not just telling you what she thinks will make you the least likely to get hurt, she's telling telling you the truth. 

"If one of her limbs were chopped off, would another one grow in its place?"

She shakes her head.

"Would the limb reattach?"

She nods.

"So, her healing… it just reverses damage, right? It's not making new cells or anything."

Puppy nods. But… that doesn't feel right. When you slit her throat, the blood didn’t go back into her. And she told Barron (thinking about it at all sends a stab of pain through your chest, but you push it away) she once held open wounds until she should’ve bled out…

“But her blood is different. From her skin and stuff. More gets made, and more skin doesn’t get made.”

Puppy winces and nods hesitantly.

“I guess that could be true about any bodily fluids… but you’re reacting like blood is special. Is that important? For killing her? Knowing that her blood is different somehow?”

Puppy shrugs. She’s starting to look pretty upset… just a few more questions, then you can comfort her. Kitty screams and screams downstairs.

“So her blood is important to her immortality.”

Puppy nods.

“Do you know why she’s immortal?”

Puppy nods again, looking more distressed. You’re… not sure where to go from here with yes or no questions.

“Okay. I’m done. Sorry for upsetting you.” You pull her into a hug, and she practically melts. “I’m sorry. Thank you for trusting me, and helping me. I know you can’t believe me, but… I’m going to end this. We’re getting out of here.”

She doesn’t respond, of course. That’s okay- well, it’s not, but it’s going to be. “It’s going to be okay, I promise.”

A/N: Let me know if I should tag anything else, or if you want to be added to or removed from the tag list!

Tag list: @eatyourdamnpears @whump-in-the-closet @scp-1296 @thecosmicmap @quins-whump-stuff @fuckcapitalismasshole

#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #nonhuman whumper #multiple whumpees #pet whump #whumpee #whumper #whump caretaker #3rd person pov #2nd person pov #torture mention tw #implied drugging tw #jane’s pets

[forafcrtnight]

NOTHING COULD HAVE PREPARED HIM FOR WHAT HE SAW IN THAT ROOM. he was letting cecilia handle.. er.. the other bitch however she saw fit but one of the guards had told him about another way to get through to parker's room through the balcony from the other room and so, that was precisely what he had gone to do. what he had found there, though? as soon as he saw him, logan froze. it was as if he was back in the war again and.. all the blood freaked him the fuck out. at first, he couldn't spot parker. was he really here? but then, he heard a whimper and turned to the other corner of the room to see.. holy shit. was there something that they had not done to him? even from afar, he could se it. the fact that it was easier to see the red and purple and black patches of the bruises on his friend's face than his actual skin. the way that one of his eyes was swollen and.. clearly, not opening properly. and his shirt? it was covered in blood. as was.. almost the rest of the room. what the fuck? "hey? hey, man? it's me. logan. you're okay. WE'RE HERE TO GET YOU. YOU'RE GONNA BE OKAY." was he? @fcdcdmcmories

#logan ; talks. #logan ; parker. #:((((((( #death mention tw #mental health tw #violence mention tw #torture mention tw

[faerunfcrged]

i want to write a starter that's first thing of everyone getting into bg and when they have actual rooms and it's kind of the first time that they've had time to breathe at all since (well everything, but especially since the confrontation in the nautiloid and the revelations there) and proper rooms and baths and mirrors and things and vinnie post bath examining herself and looking at the scars she has and trying to decipher how old they are and which ones are from the 'scientist' on the ship and just trying to cope with everything she's learned so far and everything that she still doesn't remember ---- so uhhhhhhh, i guess, if you'd be interested in a starter of this nature reply here and let me know so i can kind of model it for the appropriate nature of the character's relationships and such (i might come poke you to chat / plot some or just wing it depending!)

#medical trauma tw #torture mention tw #STARTER CALL.

[mvsicinthedvrk]

starter for dongfang qingcang and mags flanagan // @flyaboveitall

After the reports of the murders came out, it wasn't difficult to determine which of the killers had been attributed to Xiao Lanhua's cause of death. It had taken significantly more effort to track the woman down on his own, especially given how reluctant people had been to give him information of any kind-- probably based on the vaguely murderous look on his face-- but nevertheless, he's sure he's finally found her. "You're Mags Flanagan," he accuses flatly as he turns to face the other.

#;; dfqc ;; #;; dongfang qingcang speaks to mags flanagan ;; #death mention tw #murder mention tw #torture mention tw #body horror mention tw #[ no time like the present ]