#tw: restrained

[kathaynesart]

Since people liked Out of Context Replica Donnie, have an Out of Context Replica Leo.

Note, these won't be making an appearance in the actual comic, they're just "what if" scenarios that I might consider for Patreon down the line. For this one? Let's just say things don't go so well in the early years at the Central Park Colony. Guess they forgot Leo can pretty much change anything metal to a weapon.

#out of context #also let's be honest #those handcuffs are not going to restrain him in the slightest #just more ammunition #rottmnt #rottmnt replica #replica #kathaynesart #save rottmnt #needles #hospitals #tw blood #blood

[despoticmouse]

If Spearmaster ripped off the flesh covering where it’s mouth would be, would there just be a hole, a normal mouth, or a deformed mouth under there? Would it be able to consume food through whatever is under there?

Ehhh let’s agree not to worry about any of that 🫡

#artists on tumblr #rain world #rain world downpour #rain world slugcat #slugcat #slugpup #spearmaster #rain world spearmaster #rain world slugpup #body horror cw #body horror tw #I said not to worry about it and this nightmare design isn't necessarily canon #but what I will say is canon is that their teeth is fused in a way that wouldn't allow them to open their mouth #basically bars of teeth under there #also I remember someone sending an ask about Spears shish kabobing the slup if they get a nightmare #but I can't find it #Spears is pretty good about restraining growths! #and in game it seems to take a lot of effort to get them going so that helps too

[thebramblewood]

Apologies for ruining your weekend.

Previous / Next

It's not necessary, but if you want to learn more about the events Grace is describing (particularly the spellcaster who sacrificed herself), it originated in another story you can read here (chrono link for desktop only). I'm sure there are some inconsistencies because I had no idea I'd be doing more with it and my storytelling was more casual and gameplay-oriented then, but it might help fill in some gaps.

[rapid knocking at the door]

Caleb: …Morgyn? 

Grace: Caleb-

Caleb: Why are you in your nightgown? Are you crying?

Grace: Caleb, I-

Caleb: Where’s Morgyn? Council meetings never go this late.

Grace: [sniffling] Oh, Caleb… The Sages, they’re… they’re…

Caleb: What happened?

Grace: [strangely detached] I’d already gone home. Almost everyone had. There was an… attack. No one saw it coming. Dark magic… ancient spells… malicious… forbidden. How did he even find them?

Caleb: [impatiently] Grace, you’re not making any sense.

Grace: [distantly] The Realm is secured. Someone stopped him before he could tamper with the portals. A teacher, I think, from the children’s school. She sacrificed herself to drain his power.

Caleb: I don’t care about the goddamn Realm! What about Morgyn?

Grace: [sobbing] I’m sorry, Caleb. I’m so sorry. They were ambushed. They had no chance to defend themselves. Faba, Simeon, Morgyn… The entire Council is… dead. Oh my god. Caleb, are you okay?

Caleb: Stay back!

Grace: But-Caleb: I mean it! You’re not safe around me like this. Go home, Grace! Now.

#ts4 #sims 4 #ts4 story #sims 4 story #simblr #story: hzid #caleb vatore #grace anansi #for some reason caleb's jaw/chin area is slightly more pronounced in his human form... not sure how that happened #i hope it makes sense why his dark form takes over at the end! #it's sort of like the vampire equivalent of going into fight or flight mode #it's like their bodies' defense system so it can kick in automatically if they feel overly threatened or overwhelmed #and as a result they become more easily driven by base instincts and less in control #which is why he tells grace he's dangerous! #since he's so disciplined he would probably be able to restrain himself from hurting her but he'd rather not leave even a small opening #(and besides it's a convenient way to tell her he'd prefer to be left alone) #death tw #gif tw

[ayyy-imma-ninja]

Meg, what is the coloration of Sk moon? Please, I am currently tryna do fanart (that I finally got motivation to do after months of procrastination) and I am struggling to figer out his coloration.

here it be

#answered ask #dca!serial killer au #sk moon #color palette #fnaf daycare au #fnaf dca #tw knife #cw knife #restrained

[nerosdayinanime]

Restraining Order<3

bonus birthdayboy

#kny sabito #shinazugawa sanemi #sabito #sanemi #giyuu #loverboy sabito posting #neros art tag #i love sabito looking Deranged<3 dont be fooled by his prettyboy smile he can and Will fly off his hinges at a moments notice #sanemi has 2 restraining orders. tanjiro & this fuckass #two of the generally accepted sweetest/kindest people- one of them is actually a sweetheart and the other is a Fucking Liar #the only thing they have in common is hands rated E for Everyone- /especially/ tanjiro</3 #sabito is v proud of himself for going full Fuck It & biting him #tw blood

[befuddled-calico-whump]

(remaining panels under the cut for gore)

Test Track AU (T$$ AU Masterlist)

previous /// next (cw: gore)

as suggested by anon!

@theonewithallthefixations , @violets-whumperflies , @whump-me , @pirefyrelight , @soheavyaburden , @snakebites-and-ink , @whumpsday , @kixngiggles , @echo-goes-aaa , @whumpcateyes , @suspicious-whumping-egg , @cryptidwritings , @painsandconfusion , @grizzlie70 , @bloodsweatandpotato , @ladyblogofficialreporter @whumper-soot , @poeticagony

#interrogator being a cheeky bastard #yes they are duct taping the flayed skin back onto him #sahota being maliciously compliant #wonder how long it will be before their overuse of sedating him has an effect :) #whump art #whump comic #t$$ test track au #flaying #gore #blood #tw gore #t$$ sahota #restrained #its a battle of wills at this point

[serickswrites]

Make It Stop

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, cruel whumper

Whumper had thought that kidnapping Whumpee would be easy. It was. Whumpee was easily caught and subdued, thrown into the back of a car and driven away.

Whumper had thought that restraining Whumpee would be easy and helpful. It was. They had bound Whumpee's wrists and ankles while Whumpee had been passed out in the back of their car.

Whumper had thought that torturing Whumpee would be joy-filled. It was. Watching Whumpee cower in fear and flinch at their every move made Whumper so joyful.

Whumper had thought that Whumpee would be quiet and become quieter. They weren't. Whumpee whimpered and moaned throughout their time in captivity. And after a few days, they had taken to screeching every time Whumper came anywhere near them.

Whumper had tired of the sound. Their ears hurt and they had a headache. Torturing Whumpee was no longer as joy-filled. "MAKE IT STOP!" They roared as they grabbed Whumpee by the hair and pulled. "JUST SHUT UP!"

But Whumper's words had no effect on Whumpee. Whumpee continued to screech, the volume of their cry growing ever louder. And Whumper was at a loss of what to do.

#serickswrites #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #tw captivity #tw restraints #tw torture #cruel whumper #whumpuary #whumpuary2024 #day 17/18 #prompt: “make it stop” #prompt: hair grabbing #prompt: restrained #queue

[fulcrumwrites]

Prompt #10: Locks

Locks are so incredibly underutilized in whump writing. They are, of course, alluded to, but almost never described. Some examples:

• Whumpee’s heart drops as they hear the heavy, final click of their captor turning the key in the lock to their cell/cage/coffin/closet/etc. Trapped, they listen as the footsteps fade away, leaving them in the cold, dark, and loneliness.

• From the other side, whumpee can hear whumper sealing the door with layers of chains before padlocking it. They throw themselves against the door, screaming for help. But the chains and lock don’t give.

• Locking the padlock on chains, tugging it to make sure it won’t snap. Stepping back and smirking as whumpee tries to move. Then whumper draping the string of the key over their neck to taunt their captive or slipping it into their pocket out of sight.

• Handcuffs, collars, and shackles that lock automatically once snapped shut. Too quickly restrained to struggle, no chance to fight back.

• Alternatively, restraints that require to be locked manually. Whumpee fights as long as they can. Eventually, whumper gets the restraints around them and soon after jams the key in the hole. Whumpee sags in defeat once they feel the twist and hear the click. They’re stuck now.

• Sci-fi locks that require a fingerprint, passcode, or a keycard.

• New objective: find key/keycard/fingerprint/passcode/etc. in order to escape.

• Locked in a room with a bomb, a monster, poison gas, filling with water, an interrogator, etc.

• Metal gags, muzzles, and masks that lock. Even if their hands are free, whumpee can’t remove the gag to speak. If they escape, they’re mute until they can find a way to get it off.

• Locking whumpee in a room, cell, tower, etc. to prevent them from completing their mission, delivering information, or stoping a crisis.

• Whumper dangles the key in front of their captive’s face before throwing it away or swallowing it. “You’re never leaving this place.”

• Trapped in a lockdown protocol.

• Connecting restraints with padlocks to make whumpee even more immobile: connecting two cuffs around the wrists and/or ankles with a padlock instead of a short chain; lock the chain between cuffs to the chain tethering their neck to the floor, padlock a loose chain to a loop in the floor, wall, or pillar; padlock two people together, etc.

• Smashing a lock with a brick or stone or the butt of a gun. Shooting out the lock (I play Uncharted). Even kicking the door and breaking a weak lock.

• Captive has lock-picks hidden in their hair, mouth, or clothing. They quietly and skillfully pick the lock and escape. Maybe they are caught in the act and there are consequences.

• Magic locks. Only the person who enchanted the lock or the right counter-spell can unlock it.

• Emotions of panic and desperation as a whumpee who hasn’t given up yet pulls at the chains in hopes of finding a weak point. Or defeated acceptance once they hear the final click, knowing they’re stuck.

#writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #writerscommunity #whump #prompts #tw restraints #whump prompt #restrained whumpee #restrained whump #tw chains #chains whump #locks whump #i obviously thought about this a lot #i should be sleeping #defiant whumpee #whump community #show not tell #kidnapping whump #prison whump #captivity whump

[whumpypepsigal]

Whumptober 2023 | No. 27

Scars

Willow s01e04: “I’m not supposed to talk about it.”

@whumptober @whumptober-archive

#whumptober2023 #no.27 #scars #willow #gifs #flashing tw #whumpedit #whump #injured #possessed #restrained #fear #hidden scars #shame #worry #support #my gifs #graydon hastur #elora danan #tony revolori #ellie bamber

[hold-on-a-little-longer-whump]

Whump Potluck!

To celebrate 400 followers (!!!! What?!??), I encourage everyone to share a recipe for their favorite whump scenarios. And, because everyone always has more than one favorite (I know I do!), share another recipe! And another if you like! Not only does this get the info-nugget out of your brain, but you could find others who enjoy the same thing and it could even help some struggling writers! Better yet, why not use these delicious recipes as writing prompts? I'll start with my own favorite recipe:

Comfort Can Hurt

Restrained/Handcuffed

Blood loss

Thrilling/Intense rescues

Panicking teammates

Manhandling

Grasping hands (for comfort, to keep from getting separated, trying to break free, etc.)

"Just hold my hand. You're gonna be fine."

Can't breathe/Catch their breath (!!!!!)

Struggling against caretakers because it hurts

"[Name], you need to calm down!"

Involuntary sedation

Can't go wrong with some classy whump tropes, am I right? Here's one more:

Martyrdom Idiot Heroes

Strong/Angry at the world/Distant whumpee (thinks everyone couldn't care less about them)

Pushing past their limits

Self-sacrifice

Gunshot injury

Blood loss

Injury reveal (jacket/coat w/ a white undershirt? (!!!))

Collapsing (with a dash of teammates rushing to catch them)

"It's okay, we've got you."

Sunshine medic turning into angry, no-nonsense medic

Soft/Hazy awakenings (esp. if everyone else is sleeping nearby/standing guard)

Confusion at being coddled

"Pull that stunt again and see what happens."

See?? Delicious. Feel free to contribute or modify recipes to fit your personal tastes <3 no recipe is too niche or too flavorful!

#whump #whump prompt #whump writing #whump scenario #whump community #whump challenge #whumpee #whump potluck #martyrdom #self sacrifice #tw: gunshot wound #gunshot wound #tw: blood loss #blood loss #asphyxia #can't breathe #manhandling #soft manhandling #tw: restraints #restrained #rescued whumpee #involuntary sedation #sedated #involuntary drug use #tw: drug mention #injury reveal #comfort whump #blood and injury #angry medic #team caretakers

[galaxywhump]

Prompt: Wren doing something that's blatantly stupid/suicidal (like going out into the jungle to pick fights with the wildlife) when he becomes apathetic about his own life, and Daniel's reaction to that?

[SV-240 masterlist]

Thank you for the prompt, anon! Sorry it's so late, it's been in the making for a while now and I finally got the motivation to finish it.

Warning: this is a rather heavy one; it's also not canon.

contents: slavery whump, forced relationship, creepy/intimate whumper, suicide attempt (nothing graphic), depression, restraints, comforted by whumper.

~~~

Wren leaves the house without Daniel’s knowledge.

He still has the tracker, of course, but when he left, Daniel was napping, so hopefully he won’t wake up for a few more hours. Wren just wants to go for a swim in the picturesque pond he remembers the path to. He’s unarmed, without so much as a kitchen knife, but he’s not scared. He’s not anything.

There is an emptiness inside of him that has had a grip on him for several weeks now. It’s the sort of hopelessness he’s been trying so hard to avoid, but instead of making him Daniel’s loving partner, it’s only making him… do this. Go for a walk in the jungle, looking straight ahead, not scanning his surroundings, barely flinching when he hears rustling and other sounds of the dense forest.

He’s had these thoughts a few times before, but now he’s decided to follow them. Not directly, even though he knows there are several options inside the house; instead, he lets fate decide, since it seems to control his life anyway. So he goes for a swim. If fate decides he should stay underwater, he won’t fight it, nor will he fight if it decides not to let him reach the pond at all.

He’s clothed, and yet feels so exposed, a puny human in a jungle full of animals he knows nothing about, having only met one, which tried to kill him. Maybe there are others like it. Maybe one is already stalking him.

Keep walking, not running, walking with calm emptiness. Get away from Daniel’s house, leave his life on the jungle’s mercy. He frowns when he feels a small pang of regret. He should turn back. He should live. But it’s too late now, isn’t it? He’s far enough that the way back would be anything but safe, and he doesn’t want Daniel to question him once he returns. He takes a deep breath, clenches his fists, and keeps walking.

There are noises all around him.

There’s a noise somewhere behind him.

Soft steps, a low growl. He’s being stalked.

He closes his eyes.

And then there’s a familiar man-made sound, cracking bolts of plasma piercing the air; one followed by the sound of the animal fleeing, one hitting a tree just a few centimeters left of Wren, making him jolt in place.

“Hi there,” he hears Daniel’s voice, almost playful. He swallows and slowly turns around to face his captor, who’s standing still with his arms crossed and his eyes narrowed.

“You missed,” Wren says, lifting his chin, though there is nothing more to his defiance, no spark in his eyes.

“If I wanted to shoot you, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.” There is no affection in Daniel’s voice, and Wren prefers it this way. “Have you forgotten about your tracker?”

“No.”

Daniel raises his eyebrows.

“What was even your plan?”

“I went for a walk,” Wren explains, looking him straight in the eye; his expression remains empty.

“Good one,” Daniel scoffs. “You know you’d be dead before the day’s over, don’t you?”

“I do.”

The silence that follows is unbearably heavy. Daniel gets it, and for a split second he looks genuinely surprised before going back to his usual unbothered expression.

“Come here. Let’s go home.”

Wren doesn’t break eye contact.

“And if I run?” he asks. “Will you miss again?”

“I’ll shoot, but I won’t kill you. I’ll target your leg, maybe both, and I’ll drag you back. Now come here.”

He does, his head lowered, brow furrowed, mind blank. The jungle around them is bustling with life, never completely quiet, yet the silence between them feels suffocating enough that it could spread over the entire forest, forcing it into stupor. Neither of them says a single word on the way home.

Home. Wren sighs. Home. Daniel’s house is his home now, there’s no denying that. He’s too tired to deny anything anyway, not to mention worry about what Daniel’s going to do to him after his stunt.

They’re still silent when they reach the house and the door closes behind them. Wren follows Daniel to the living room, sits down on the couch, and watches him retrieve two pairs of leather cuffs.

“You’ll have to be restrained more after this, you know that?”

“Yeah.” Wren puts his arms in front, wrists close together, and does the same with his ankles. The cuffs close, a familiar sensation, and he stares down at them, barely feeling anything.

“It’s for your own safety.” Daniel doesn’t crouch down, doesn’t sit next to Wren, still standing in front of him, towering over him.

“Yeah,” Wren repeats, his voice monotone; he only wants this pointless conversation to end, and Daniel can sense it, which doesn’t mean he cares.

“Look at me.”

When he does, Daniel frowns seeing the weary emptiness in his eyes.

“Why did you do it?” he asks, and his accusatory tone makes Wren flinch, like he’s being scolded. It’s the last thing he wants to experience today.

“Take a guess,” he mutters, lowering his gaze, as if even looking up requires too much energy.

Daniel sighs and his frown deepens. He knows the truth, as much as he doesn’t want to accept it.

“I won’t let you do that, Wren.”

“I know. Cause I have nowhere to run, right?” For the first time today, there is something in Wren’s voice, the tiniest of sparks. “I can’t fucking escape you and this-this fucking nightmare, I’m stuck here and you won’t even- you won’t even let me-” He gets choked up, and to his frustration he tears up. “Fuck, just fucking hold me already and spew your bullshit, I know you’re going to do it anyway.”

Without a word, Daniel sits down next to Wren, who leans against him and exhales slowly when Daniel embraces him.

“I’m not going to spew any bullshit. I just…” Daniel trails off for a moment and gives Wren a light squeeze. “I wasn’t expecting this, and it hurts.”

“Oh, it hurts you?” Wren laughs in disbelief. “Poor you, the guy you’re keeping captive and torturing is a depressed loser. Cry me a river.”

“It hurts me because I love you, Wren.”

“You said you weren’t going to spew bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit to me, and I hope that soon it won’t be bullshit to you, either.” Daniel sighs, a heavy sigh that makes Wren even angrier, which he knows is, at the very least, better than complete emptiness. Daniel doesn’t have the right to feel and react this way, not when he’s the cause of all of this. “And remember that you were depressed even before I bought you.” He feels Wren tense up at that. “You can’t pretend otherwise, it was right in your file. Depressed, isolated, drinking problem. You were lonely, and that made it possible for Berkeley to make you disappear without raising any eyebrows. Now you’re here, I’m here with you, I know about your problems, and I want to help. On my terms and at my pace, but I do.”

“You’re not helping,” Wren croaks, trying and failing to blink away tears, Daniel’s blunt words feeling like a dagger piercing his heart, over and over again. “I wasn’t- It was better than this, I wanted to get better, I just…”

He just couldn’t, and it was only getting worse, until he started spending entire hours - he was too busy to afford days - curled up in his bed, staring at the wall, questioning the point of it all, and he was alone, completely alone, and-

“On Earth, I wouldn’t have been there to stop you.”

Daniel’s words are like a punch to the face, strong enough that Wren would sway on his feet if he wasn’t sitting down. It’s true, he realizes in horror, and a painful sob reverberates through his body; he slumps in Daniel’s embrace, overwhelmed by the most terrifying what if he’s ever had to consider.

“Shh, sweetheart.” Daniel gently runs his hand up and down Wren’s arm and pulls him closer as he sobs, unable to stop, because Daniel is right, and he was so stupid, and in a twisted way he almost let Daniel win.

What could have been back on Earth doesn't matter anymore. Here, if he dies, Daniel wins. It’s a way to escape, but it comes at too great a cost, and now that he can think more or less clearly again, he can’t believe he even attempted that. So stupid, so stupid, and if it wasn’t for Daniel, the very same person he's fighting against, he wouldn’t be here right now.

He won’t thank Daniel, he can’t, but he leans into his touch ever so slightly, and he’s still crying, so overwhelmed by what he almost did and so relieved that he’s still here, still fighting.

“Cry it out, sweetheart. I’m right here.”

For the first time, though he would never admit it out loud, he’s grateful for that.

~~~

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#slavery whump #forced relationship whump #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #suicide tw #suicide cw #creepy comfort #depression whump #restrained #sv-240 #wren rackham #daniel rooney #my writing #so much time passes between updates i forget all my tags #anyway thank you for the prompt anon i really loved it! #writing this was really cathartic and i hope you enjoy

[nichiperi]

Zagf? (For the art request)

This might come as a surprise to some, but ZAGF is the only IZ ship I am truly ride or die for. I waNt theSE TWO TO BE FRIENDS!!! (⁠┛⁠✧⁠Д⁠✧⁠)⁠)⁠┛⁠彡⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

#i like other ships but this?? non-negotiable #in my mind they hang out. :) #urrghhh aaaaaughhh gotta restrain myself from dumping my headcanons upon ye #invader zim #gaz membrane #zagf #tw eyestrain

[ziptiesnfries]

Persuasion, part 1

(Loosely based off of this post by @whumpshaped)

CWs: mind control, whumper POV, kidnapping, restraints

Everyone loved Gianna Jennings. Her friends said she gave the best hugs. Her fans adored her makeup tutorials, and even her most vocal critics had to agree that she was charming in person. Gianna wasn’t sure how old she was when she first noticed it—really noticed it. All her life, her family had adored her, and even strangers would bend over backwards to please her. She’d always been affectionate, so maybe that was why it took so long to notice: it was her touch. Any skin-to-skin contact made the people around her much more agreeable. The effects only intensified the more she learned to control it.

Of course, she never let it get out of hand. But what was a talent like this for if not to be used? It served her well with getting sponsorships when she launched her career as a beauty guru. Most of her job happened online, but after years of building up her charisma, she knew how to work her audience. She didn’t need touch to draw people in, but when it came to in-person contact, it certainly gave her a boost.

Having the whole world at her fingertips was lovely, but it wasn’t very exciting. She wondered what it would feel like to make someone hate her—really, truly hate her—and what would happen if, then, she used her powers on them. The thought of it was more than a little alluring. It sounded complicated, interesting, real.

She decided to go hunting.

After visiting the same club a few weekends in a row, Gianna had finally found her target. They were smaller than Gianna, and always wore short skirts and tank tops—the kind of outfit that would give her ample opportunity to use her powers. Every weekend, without fail, the target arrived at the club with the same group of friends and spent the entire time sitting in a corner, texting. They seemed utterly disinterested in everything around them, even their friends—although, given the interactions she’d seen, Gianna was hesitant to label them as friends. Others who tried to approach the target had been met with either apathy or outright hostility.

They were perfect.

Gianna had already been at the club for an hour, chatting people up, when her target slouched in behind their usual group of three others. One of them, a tall girl with long brown hair, looked similar enough to be related to the target—a sister, maybe a cousin—and she interacted with them the most. The other two, another girl and a boy, hardly spoke to the target at all.

Gianna watched as the group claimed a table, and the boy went off to the bar. The two girls sat next to each other, chatting and laughing. The target was already slumped down in their chair, eyes glued to their phone, their bleached bangs obscuring half their face. When the boy came back with the drinks, he only brought three, depositing two in front of the girls and one in front of himself. The target didn’t seem to notice or care.

Gianna kept an eye out as she circled the room. The three friends took a while to drain their drinks before they finally headed for the dance floor. The brown haired girl hung back for a moment, tugging at the target’s arm. The target yanked away, and although Gianna couldn’t hear across the club, it looked like they’d snapped at the girl. The girl stormed off, and the target was left alone.

Gianna took her time, idly circling the club before she sidled up to the target’s table. “Well, aren’t you a pretty thing?” 

They gave no indication that they’d heard her. The blue glow from their screen reflected in their bored eyes and highlighted glitter on their cheekbones. She could just barely hear their response over the music. “Who said I was trying to be?”

Instinctively, her wrist twitched to touch their shoulder, but she lowered her hand quickly. She was wearing lacy, elbow-length gloves to ensure that there weren’t any slip-ups. She didn’t want to use her powers—not yet, anyway. She laughed. “That’s cute.” She leaned on the table, tilting her head. “What’s your name, gorgeous?”

The target’s eyes flicked up. They scanned her face for a moment before turning back to their phone.

“I’m Gianna.” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Really, though, what’s someone as pretty as you doing by yourself?”

Finally, they lowered their phone and gave her an exaggerated eye-roll. “None of your business,” they said, enunciating each word.

It was like talking to a brick wall. Gianna could see why everyone who had spoken to them had given up. Even she was tempted to take off her glove and touch their hand, just to get them to open up a little. But she refrained; the whole point was for them to hate her, and it seemed like that was going well. She pouted. “Oh, come on. You don’t even have a drink. I’ll get you one, okay?”

As she headed for the bar, she thought she heard them mutter, “Don’t come back.” She grinned to herself. She couldn’t have chosen a better target.

When she returned, they hadn’t moved an inch. She slid their glass across the table, and they kept texting. “I don’t drink,” they said.

“It’s seltzer.” It wasn’t, and they’d know right away if they took a sip, but they didn’t even glance at the glass. She stirred her own drink with her finger and wondered how to provoke them. Clearly they weren’t interested in playing her game, and that was what she’d expected, but she needed the tables to turn in her favor a little if she wanted to take them home tonight.

“Don’t care,” they said dismissively. “I don’t take drinks from strangers.”

“That’s smart.” She smiled and rested her chin in her hand as she leaned forward. “But I think you deserve to have some fun. Don’t you?”

They shot her a scathing side-eye. “I’d be having a lot more fun if you weren’t—”

“Oh my god, Shelby!”

Their head jerked up, and Gianna turned to see the brown-haired girl from earlier approaching the table, her two friends in tow. All of them looked tipsy, but the brown-haired girl seemed just a tad more wasted than the others, casually gripping the table for balance. Gianna suppressed a grin as she turned to her target. “Friends of yours?” she asked innocently.

The girl didn’t seem to hear her. “Oh my god, Shelby,” she repeated, turning to the target. “Are you actually talking to someone for once? I never thought you’d—”

“Shut up,” they hissed, lowering their phone into their lap as they glared at the girl. “I’m not—”

“We were just having a little chat,” Gianna interrupted. She extended a hand over the table. “I’m Gianna.”

The girl shook her hand limply. “I’m Taylor.” She was talking too loud, even for the background noise of the club. “And that’s Anna and Tate. And of course you know my baby sibling, Shelby.” She squeezed their shoulder.

Shelby jerked away, their elbow missing their untouched drink by an inch. “Fuck off!”

Taylor pouted at them sarcastically. “Oh, sorry, was I interrupting something?” She shot Gianna a suggestive grin.

“I said, fuck off!” They crossed their arms, their phone clutched tightly in their hand. “Can we just go already?”

Taylor rolled her eyes. “We just got here. Why don’t you go home with someone else for once? Loosen up, have a little fun!”

Shelby’s arms tightened around their chest, and they opened their mouth to protest. “I’d be more than happy to help with that,” Gianna cut in.

Blush rose to Shelby’s face. “Yeah, I’m sure you fucking would.” Their chair nearly toppled as they got to their feet. “Whatever, I’m calling an Uber.”

Taylor rolled her eyes. “You’re such a killjoy.” They didn’t dignify her with a response before storming off across the club.

Taylor didn’t seem keen to go after her, and the other two hung back, exchanging uncomfortable glances. Gianna gave them all a sympathetic smile before she turned to pursue her prey.

She found Shelby near the entrance, tapping furiously at their phone screen. “Hey,” she said, just loud enough to be heard over the noise. They stiffened, but they didn’t turn toward her. “I’m sorry if I was being too forward. Do you need a ride home?”

Their back was still turned, but she heard them snort. “Like that’s not the most forward thing I’ve ever heard. I’ll take an Uber, thanks.”

She approached casually, sliding an arm around their shoulders. They stiffened as she leaned in close and murmured, “Come on, let me drive you home. It’s the least I can do.”

Her lips brushed their ear, and that was all it took. The tension melted out of their shoulders, their phone lowering. They were quiet for a moment before they cleared their throat. “I … guess you could take me halfway there?”

She squeezed their shoulder before letting go. They’d feel the effects of her touch for another few minutes, and she’d sneak in another dose along the way. Of course, she’d prefer not to use it at all, but Shelby was a difficult target. A little persuasion would be necessary. “I’d be glad to,” she murmured.

Gianna took off her gloves to drive. Shelby was quiet in the passenger seat, their face turned out the window, their phone all but forgotten in their lap. “What’s your address?” she asked.

They didn’t turn their head, but their voice still sounded a little distant as they said, “You can drop me off at the corner of Fourth and Fremont. I’ll give you directions.”

“Oh, no worries. I know where that is.” Her house was that way, anyway—just a little farther down. Maybe Shelby actually lived near her; that was an interesting thought. “I really am sorry about earlier, by the way,” she added. “I know I can be a little pushy. And your sister … well, she didn’t seem very nice.”

They blew out a sigh that lifted their bleached bangs, propping their chin in their hand. “Fucking tell me about it. She’s a real asshole sometimes.”

Gianna suppressed a grin. “Oh? What’s she like?”

“She thinks I should worship the ground she walks on just because she’s letting me live with her.” They rolled their eyes. “I’d appreciate the favor more if it didn’t come with so many fucking strings attached.” They cut off abruptly and glanced at Gianna. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to dump all that on you.”

“That’s alright.” The car was rapidly approaching the corner Shelby wanted to be dropped at. Gianna leaned over and laid a hand on Shelby’s shoulder, feeling the warmth of her power flow through her palm. “Are you sure you want to go home, then? Maybe it would be nice to spend a night away from her. She sounds so overbearing.”

When she glanced over, Shelby’s lips were parted, their eyes halfway glazed as they gazed out the windshield. “I, um …” Gianna removed her hand, allowing the poor thing to think a little more easily. They blinked hard a few times. “She is overbearing,” they admitted.

Giddiness rose up in Gianna’s chest, but she couldn’t let it show. She rarely allowed herself to play with people like this, but god, it was fun. “Well,” she said, in her best logical, concerned tone, “take a break from her, then. It’ll be good for you.”

The intersection passed by, and Shelby blinked again as they realized. “Where are you …?”

“You can stay the night in my guest bedroom.” Gianna’s voice was pleasant and soothing, trained to perfection. Her powers may have only worked through touch, but people always responded well to her words, too. “You won’t have to see your sister again tonight.”

“Alright,” Shelby agreed quietly. Their hands rested in their lap, their eyes forward. “Thanks.” Gianna smiled.

It didn’t take much longer to get to Gianna’s house, a quaint two-story home in a quiet neighborhood. It was a bit big for one person, but Gianna had always liked it, and the extra space came in handy for guests. Shelby was quiet and pliant as Gianna led them inside, a gentle hand between their shoulder blades. The lightest touch was enough to keep them relaxed all the way up the stairs and into the guest bedroom.

Once they were in the room, Shelby paused, trying to gather their wits. “Ah … thanks for letting me stay over.”

“Of course.” Gianna smiled, her heart thumping. “Could you come in here with me for a moment?” She nodded toward the guest bathroom, attached at one end of the room.

They looked confused, but with her thumb rubbing circles between their shoulder blades, they followed her into the bathroom. She flicked on the lights and casually grabbed the pair of handcuffs she’d left on the counter earlier. Shelby looked even more confused at the clink of metal, and when they spotted the cuffs, they stiffened.

They made to pull away, but Gianna grabbed their wrist, channeling her power into the touch. Their phone cracked against the floor as they dropped it. “It’s okay,” she murmured, like she was soothing a frightened animal. Her heart pounded. She’d never done this before—never tried to calm someone over anything truly objectionable. She wasn’t even sure whether it would work. Shelby’s wide, fearful eyes flicked from the handcuffs to Gianna’s face, and she smiled at them reassuringly as she gripped their wrist. “It’s alright; you’re okay.”

Their mouth was agape, struggling to protest, but their body was like putty in her hands. One cuff clicked around their wrist, and Gianna gently guided them closer to the towel bar before looping the chain around and securing their other wrist.

“Good.” She removed her hands and stepped back to admire them, feeling giddy that it had actually worked. They twisted their neck after her, their lips still slightly parted, distress in their eyes. She scooped their cracked phone off the ground and smiled reassuringly. “I’ll be back soon, okay?” Their bewildered gaze followed her as she shut them in the bathroom to wait for the effects to wear off.

Read part 2 here

#whump writing #whump #mind control whump #kidnapping whump #whumper pov #restrained #kidnapping tw #oc: gianna jennings #oc: shelby #zipwrites #y'all i'm having SO much fun with this one

[thebramblewood]

An Ill-Fated Afterparty: Part III

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Lilith: [frantically] CALEB!!!

Caleb: [mutters] This isn't your problem, Caleb. Do not get involved. Do not get involved. Do not-

Lilith: [hysterically] CALEB!!!

Caleb: Damn it.

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Caleb: Jesus Christ, Lilith.

Lilith: I didn't mean to do it, I swear!

Caleb: You always go too far.

Lilith: It was an accident!

Caleb: Well, maybe if you exercised even a sliver of self-control-

Lilith: You can lecture me later, Caleb. Fix her!

Caleb: Look at her, Lil. She's beyond repair.

Lilith: Then turn her!

Caleb: It’s far too late for-

Lilith: Please try. It was a moment of weakness. Is that what you want to hear? I'm weak and you're strong and I need your help! I'll get on my knees and beg if I must!

Caleb: [sighs heavily] Just get out of my way.

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Caleb: I’m sorry, Lilith. I think she’s too far gone.

Lilith: Then get rid of her.

#ts4 #sims 4 #gif warning #dead body tw #death tw #blood tw #horror tw #sims 4 story #ts4 story #simblr #injury tw #story: hzid #caleb vatore #lilith vatore #helena zhao #nonconsent tw #lilith thinking helena is a broken toy that can be repaired... girl you know how humans work she isn't different just bc she's your fave #don't look too closely at the wrist feeding closeup #i had to make caleb's pose myself and it was super janky (which is why i hid most of it) and i also had to add extra blood in photoshop #anyway lilith obviously isn't doing this bc she already failed to restrain herself once and is barely recovered from her feeding frenzy #caleb is way more disciplined and level-headed (he hardly ever even shifts into his dark form) #but will it even matter?? 🤔

[dresden-syndrome]

14/VI-1964. Advanced State Research facility Erfurt-53. German Democratic Union Republic, EESU.

The EESU government provides a strict production safety standard, working hard to keep its people protected from harms and poisons their manufactured goods could contain. All chemical components in medicine, hygiene and household products are carefully studied in ASR facilities around the country in order to determine their health effects, sometimes taking tens to hundreds class IV human subjects for one safety testing stage.

Chemicals in a gas form are usually distributed to the subjects through forced inhalation for a short period of time; after the exposure process, they are taken for examination to evaluate the changes and effects on the body. Results are measured both by the subject's descriptions and the examination procedures data. Newer subjects or subject showing aggression or agitation must be restrained.

On a picture: PT-8666, undergoing the inhalation stage.

Day 10 of Whumptober

Prompt: Lab rat (alternative)

Art taglist: @painful-pooch @prismpanic @generic-whumperz @suspicious-whumping-egg @onlywhump

#whumptober2023 #no.10 #lab rat #altprompt #oc #art #medical malpractice tw #restrained #historical whump #lab whump #med whump #medical whump #whumpblr #whump art #whump community #whump ideas #whump oc #whumpee #captive whumpee

[merakiui]

read your hucow mc and epel and loved it!!!! but hear me out....hucow mc and bull epel...im obsessed with all the epel crumbs you leave!!

OMG OMG bull!Epel who is mistaken as a female at first glance, so he's put in your pen. But then it becomes clear he isn't when the handlers find him railing you. <3 and it's already too late to separate the two of you because the both of you have gone so many rounds already and he's came inside each time. It will not be a surprise to anyone if and when you eventually fall pregnant. Epel refuses to be taken away from you once he knows you're pregnant, so the handlers have no choice but to let the two of you stay together in a space separate from the other hucows and bulls.

Aaaaa and maybe Epel's really protective and territorial over you, so if anyone tries to get near you (especially when you're pregnant) he gets really defensive!!!! <3 and he has to be the one to milk you and bring your meals and care for you!! He's so ready to start a fight if anyone gets too close for comfort.

#twisted chit chat #tw: pregnancy #i shall continue to sprinkle epel bread crumbs for everyone to enjoy #harveston really did turn me into an epel fan #and i may slowly be becoming a sebek fan... #it was really cute when he called the plushie a 'squirshie' #i'm certain there are sebek thoughts in my brain i just need to shake it like it's a snow globe and wait until the sediment settles hehe #i am restraining myself from thinking about jade and idia because i talk about them too much >_< #i write this and yet i have hucow darling x floyd thoughts where you escape your handlers and live with floyd and !!!!!! #no more floyd thoughts!!!!! i need him out of my mind!!!!