#Prompt: Shackled

[serickswrites]

Heavy Burden

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Warnings: captivity, torture, botched escape attempt/rescue attempt, restraints

Caretaker stared down at the shackles around their bruised wrists. They had been trying to break out of the cuffs for hours. But it had been to no avail. 

They had thought their plan was fool proof. They had thought they would get in, grab Whumpee, and flee. And Whumpee would be safe. Whumpee would be home. What Caretaker did not account for was that Whumper had a partner. And that partner was very big and strong. 

Before Whumpee had had the chance to call out to warn Caretaker that Accomplice was behind them, a hand closed over Caretaker’s throat. Accomplice threw Caretaker bodily into the wall and everything went dark. 

When Caretaker came to, they were shackled. And they weren’t in the same room as Whumpee. But they could hear Whumpee. Hear Whumpee begging and pleading. Could hear Whumpee implore someone to spare Caretaker. To grant mercy. And they could hear Whumpee’s screams of pain. 

That was hours ago. Hours of Whumpee’s screams and sobbing. Hours of Whumpee begging for Caretaker’s life. And hours of Caretaker trying to rip the shackles from their wrists. Caretaker could not endure hearing Whumpee cry out like that. They had to get to Whumpee now. Save Whumpee. Free Whumpee. Now. 

But Whumpee had gone suddenly quiet mid scream. The silence sent chills up Caretaker’s spine. They had tried to break their own thumbs to slide the cuffs off, but couldn’t. They couldn’t do it. Couldn’t break free to save Whumpee. And now they had to exist in the silence. Until Whumper came for them. 

[demon----dean]

Chapters: 3/4 Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker Characters: Anakin Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Series: Part 7 of Obikin Febuwhump 2023 Summary:

Anakin is too blinded by his need to please his master to realize something is off.

[comfort-character-central]

Your f/o needs you just as much as you need them, if not more in some cases. You're their comfort, their anchor and safe space. You give them that consistent experience of being their full, authentic selves, you're their home. So yes, of course your f/o loves, appreciates, and needs you. You give them that joy and love too, the kind you always go to them for.

[yourwakingnightmares]

Chapters: 1/3 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Characters: Roy Mustang, Edward Elric, Riza Hawkeye, Team Mustang, Alphonse Elric Additional Tags: Febuwhump 2023, Febuwhump 2023 Day 21, Prompt: Shackled, Rape/Non-con - Freeform, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Victim Blaming, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Rape Aftermath Series: Part 25 of WakingNightmares' Febuwhump 2023 Summary:

Roy frowned at the door, the quiet knocking pulling him from his very important thoughts about the color of the carpet in his living room. He hazarded a glance at the clock above the fireplace, and his frown turned into a scowl when he saw the time.

  Who the hell was knocking on his door at four fifteen in the damn morning? Sure, he wasn’t asleep, but whatever inconsiderate asshole was knocking didn’t know that. What if he’d been a completely normal, completely functioning member of society, who slept at completely normal, functional hours of sleep?

[soupysundae]

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[unforgivenn]

Masterlist

Noah shuddered, the tears welling in his eyes mixing with the blood and sweat on his face. He tried to pull away, but the strings only tightened, biting deeper into his flesh. Andrey laughed softly, a sound that sent shivers down Noah's spine.

"Struggle all you want, slave.," Andrey murmured, his lips brushing against Noah's ear. "You'll only hurt yourself more. Accept your fate, and perhaps, just perhaps, I'll show you a mercy."

But Noah knew there would be no mercy. Not from Andrey. The prince's touch was as cold and unyielding as the chains that bound him. Nevertheless, he was too ensnared in his thoughts to make out Andrey's words. He felt as if he was teetering on the brink of insanity. There was just pain, pain, and more pain.

Every moment in this hellish place was a relentless assault on his mind and body. The constant pain, the fear, the humiliation—it was all too much. Noah's thoughts raced, a chaotic whirl of memories and nightmares. He remembered his life before this, the freedom he had taken for granted, now a distant, cruel dream. He remembered his mother making rhubarb pie for him. His sister running around the house lighting it up with her talkative nature.

Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this? The questions had been echoing in his mind ever since he came here but now he heard them ring in his ears louder than before. He felt his grip on reality slipping, the edges of his sanity fraying with each passing second.

Noah's heart pounded in his chest, each beat a drum of panic. He tried to focus on something, anything to ground himself, but all he could see were the s, the blood, the darkness.

I'm finally losing it. I'm losing my mind. The thought was like a dagger to his heart. A part of him wanted to laugh at himself, at this whole shitty situation while the other wanted to just sob at his helplessness. The fear of what he was becoming was almost worse than the pain itself. He was no longer just a captive; he was a broken man, teetering on the edge of madness.

Andrey's voice broke through the fog of his thoughts, a chilling voice in his head that repeated again and again. "You're mine, Noah. Mind, body, and soul. There's no escape for you. No hope. No mercy." He wanted to help him to shut up but it felt as if he couldn't open his mouth anymore.

Wait.. What was he doing here again..?

Noah's vision blurred with tears, his body trembling. He wanted to scream, to beg for release, but he knew it would only bring more torment. He was trapped, not just physically, but mentally, emotionally. The shackles that held him were more than just physical restraints; they were the bonds of his shattered will, the chains of his despair.

I can't do this. I can't keep going. The thought was a desperate plea, a cry into the void. But there was no one to hear it, no one to save him.

The room seemed to close in around him, the walls pressing in, the air growing thin. He was suffocating, drowning in his own fear and pain.

Help me. Someone, please, help me. Please help me please help me- The plea repeated in his mind like a chant thought it went unanswered, lost in the abyss of his despair.

He was just a puppet, and Andrey was the puppeteer. And in this twisted game, there were no strings that could be cut to set him free.

(THIS WAS NOT A PART OF THE MAIN SERIES)

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[jordanstrophe]

A metal collar clamped around whumpee's neck. The cold bit at their throat, shivering whenever they shifted.

-Wich was difficult since it was chaining them to the floor, too short to stand up but long enough being on their knees was considered mercy.

[cadaverskey]

if i'm being entirely honest i find the term "spiritual psychosis" annoying at best. it makes me feel as though i, as someone with schizoaffective disorder, need to work extra hard to "prove" my spiritual beliefs are valid.

here's the thing. my spirituality has always been and will always be flavored and colored by being schizoaffective. even when i was an atheist i could not untangle the two. there's never going to be a way for me to know where the line is drawn between my spiritualism and my psychosis. for example i will probably never shake the idea that i died and was resurrected, and that event holds SIGNIFICANT spiritual meaning for me, even on antipsychotics, even when i can recognize that yes, it's probably the remains of a delusion.

so please tell me, why is it anyone else's business if i incorporate that into my religious practices? it harms no one and gives me one more reason to rejoice. if it started causing actual problems, putting me in danger, causing me distress, bringing along disorganized thinking or anything of the sort, that's when it would be time for me to get help. but really and truly i would not want random people im not close with to tell me to get that help, especially if their only clues into my mental state come from my spiritual practices. i am not a dog to be taken to the vet. sometimes people are psychotic and we exist in your communities and we have religious beliefs and you have GOT to suck it up and allow space for us, however our conditions affect us and our practices.

it's also just. buries my face in my hands. you can just say psychosis, you don't need a special term for it. again it just makes me feel like i'm being singled out and not being taken seriously because there's a long LONG history of psychotic/schizospec people having our mental illnesses used as reason to disregard us. please just mind your business.

[puppetmaster13u]

What if- What if DC x Subnautica Below Zero

Shadow Leviathans Batfam, Frozen Leviathan Wonder Woman, Glow Whales Superfam, Iceworms Speedsters, Cryptosuchus Cyborg, Brinewings Arrowfam; Eyejelly Marvel, Feather Fish Hawkwoman, etc I am open to further ideas

Bonus DP crossover of the Phantom crew crashing on the planet or getting stuck there when visiting Sam or Tucker who is working there.

[sweetwhumpandhellacomf]

Enchanted shackles that seek out a specific person--or random captives--and drag them back screaming and panicking to whumper for their own purposes.

[painsandconfusion]

What to do to a royal whumpee’s old crown.

Hammer it into a collar. If it has points, make sure they point upward so whumpee can never slouch without getting stabbed. 

Nail/staple it to their head. 

Bend and rip it into a jagged blade to cut them with.

Split it and turn it into custom shackles. 

Put it on their head, then superheat it so it melts into their scalp.

Melt it down into the blade that executes them.

Hammer it onto their head until it’s bent in place and won’t come off no matter how hard they pull.

Melt it into chains to bind them.

[psychologeek]

Wild heart (pt 1)

Part 2 part 3 part 4

Dani travel alone.

That's how it is.

Dani travel alone, and she visits from time to time, and then she goes away again.

There's nothing Jazz can do about it. Or want, honestly. She never really got to know that girl who looks like her brother. And that suits her just fine.

But one thing that Dani does - one thing she keeps - is calling them.

No matter where she's going, she calls at least once a week. At first she used to ask strangers to let her call her sister, saying that she's lost. But at her first visit, Jazz and Danny got her a smartphone.

It wasn't new, or branded. But it was ecto-resistant, and could connect to any WiFi network, and that was enough.

So Jazz wasn't especially worried the first week they heard nothing from Dani. At the second week, she started chewing her lips. But it wasn't unknown from Dani to go out in the woods and miss a call because she forgot about the days.

But during the third week, Tucker's bug at the GIW network got something about a new subject. An on-going experiment. A deeper investigation earned them a photo of a familiar child.

A photo and a name. A subject name. Because "it" wasn't a child. "It" wasn't a person.

"it" was a creature, and therefore free for the taking.

(Looking for the subject's name brought more information. And videos. A glowing figure in heavy shackles. A small figure, green slowly dripping as a clinical voice talks about findings.

But after all, it was enough to get them a location, and coordinates. Enough to know where to go.)

(Like it? I have more mini-fics in this au. And full size fics on ao3. please vote in my update poll! And the one for next week! Bc I try to work ahead LMAO)

This mini-fic takes place in "We're not broken (just bent)" and a sequel for "to love and protect", both will be posted as part of the Lost&Found series

[rizzoto-whump]

@whumpawoman​ whump girl summer day 4 - Stress Position

@juneofdoom​ day 10 - Shackled

CW: Bruises, blood

[whumpinthepot]

@febuwhump 2023

Day twenty one: Shackled

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Whumpee is shackled by the wrists with their arms spread eagle. The chains that attached them to the wall have many many bells hanging off of them. If Whumpee moves or tugs at the restraints it causes the bells to all clatter loudly in whumpees ears. At first it seems like a joke, but as the days pass with the constant ringing it starts to drive Whumpee mad.

Maybe the bells are too loud for whumpee and it causes pain, or a headache, or maybe the bells are overstimulating to the point of a breakdown. Maybe they’re punished if they ring the bells too much or at a certain time of day (Maybe whumper can hear it when they’re trying to sleep at night.)

Bonus points if whumpees sight is taken away at all.

[bonetrousledbones]

i think im gonna try an experiment and disable new follower notifications and also hide my follower count basically everywhere to see if it’ll help make myself be a little less anxious when i’m about to post cringe. we shall see how this goes

[amxrany]

Kpop x Twst Prompt: Twst Boys x Very Nice

Character/s: Twst Ensemble

Song: Very Nice by SEVENTEEN (English Translation)

Relationship: Twst Ensemble x Reader (can be Yuu/the player)

Prompt: The boys and their first date with you

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