#crowbar beating tw

[mafia-tsukasa-official]

I did truly enjoy my time with you, Tsukasa. So if this is how it ends, I have no regrets.

...

[Tsukasa has his gun pointed to Rui's head. He looks, calculated, cold... ready to kill. He's not trembling, not an inch. He's completely still. He is the assassin meant to kill.]

[And yet, despite his precision, the bullet stops when he fires it.]

[It was as if his entire surroundings inverted, rhododrendons aimlessly raining down on them as time comes to a stop.]

Don't you think he deserves a more brutal end than this?

[That man's voice resound in his ears.]

... Does he?

[Tsukasa's head slightly tilts to the side, his expression unchanging.]

[He doesn't notice the gun in his hand has been exchanged for a bloody crowbar.]

He's taken you away from everything you've ever known. Such a wicked act warrants a cruel and torturous fate.

Sir...?

[His surroundings have changed to the place of his nightmares. A dark room with blood splatters on each wall that is too small for him to navigate. He can already feel the fear settling in. Fear clouds his judgment. He grips on to the crowbar tightly.]

[He hears his name being called, but it's distorted. What was once a familiar face is now covered by nothing but gardenias. He could've sworn he saw some blood on the gardenias too.]

[Whatever he was trying to tell him didn't reach out to Tsukasa. Instead, he responds by smacking the gardenia-faced figure with his crowbar, kicking them against the wall. Instead of a cold look, there is panic.]

No... no no no NO! STOP! THAT'S ENOUGH!

[Tsukasa swings the crowbar up and down, attacking the gardenia-faced figure with it. The more he hits him, the more blood that spills on the walls. Tsukasa didn't see a person who wanted to help, he just saw an enemy. Now they're paying the price.]

[The figure weakly raises his arms, but it only makes Tsukasa panic even more. He keeps attacking, screaming his lungs out.]

GET OUT, GET OUT, GET OUT-!

[Tsukasa feels a hand on his shoulder.]

This isn't you, Tsukasa.

... Huh...?

[... Strange. He thought this was real-]

It's time for you to wake up... You've been through enough...

...!

[Everything is going blurry, but Tsukasa has already realized what he's done. His eyes are widening in horror, and when everything turns to white-]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!

[Tsukasa has an unpleasant awakening.]

[lostgirl677]

Negan's wife

One-shot

Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Established relationship

Masterlist

TW: language, sexual comments, near assault, violence, blood

A/N: this is the first time I write for Daryl Dixon and I'm a bit nervous. I hope I did okay

Since that fateful night, I’ve been locked up here, sitting alone on the bed, the only furniture of this weird room. I didn't even know how much time had passed. And no matter how many times I tried to force that damn door open, it wouldn’t move. I just let out an exasperated sigh as I sat on the floor. I didn’t know what Negan had in mind when he took both Daryl and I with him, but it sure meant trouble. But the worst part was that I didn't know where Daryl was and if he was okay. I haven't seen him since they unloaded us from that truck. So here I was, alone and scared. Not scared for myself but for Daryl, for our people. I still had the images of the bloodied corpses of our friends, laying there. But instead of letting myself go insane, I tried to focus on what I could do to get Daryl back and to run away from this place. And I would have to be creative since they took all my weapons.

As I was lost in my thoughts, I suddenly perceived the noise of footsteps coming near my cell. My heartbeat quickens, ready for a fight if needed. I promptly jumped on the bed to get as far as I could from whoever entered the room. I heard a key unlocking the door and as the handle turned, I could feel my heart beating in my throat. When the door opened, The first people I saw were some of his goons. After each four of them entered and placed themselves on each side of the door, Negan entered. How I wish I could erase the smirk on his face with my crowbar. He snapped his gloved fingers and one of his goons, Dwight,came next to me and put a black dress next to me. I threw a look at the dress and then at Negan. His smile grew bigger. 

Anger filled my veins when I noticed that Dwight wore Daryl’s clothes. I jumped on my feet and asked “What do you want? Where’s Daryl? Why does this fucker wear his clothes?” “Damn! This guy may never shower but he sure as hell has a fine taste in women.”Negan said, practically undressing me with his eyes as I stood up. He smiled at me and said “Calm down sweetheart. No need to get your panties in a twist. We are civilized people, we can talk calmly.” I scoffed at ‘civilized’, which made him smile even more. He then said “To answer your first question, I’m here to make you one of my wives, hence the black dress.” I grabbed the dress and threw it at him “You can shove it in your ass!” I screamed as he caught the dress mid-air. “Language, sweetheart. Damn! I like you.” I just gave the middle finger with a forced smile. He smiled and then continued “To answer your second question, Daryl is taken care of and..” “If you lay as much of a hand on him, I'll kill you all.”, I said, getting dangerously close to him. “Eh! Don't worry sweetie, I never do the dirty job. But you might like to talk to Dwighty-boy here. He's the one in charge of your lover’s captivity.” I turned my head to my left to throw the blond guy the dirtiest look I could. Dwight seemed to gulp as I kept looking at him.

It seemed to amuse Negan as he looked at the both of us. “Oh, I see you already met. Good, then you’re already familiar with some people here.To answer your last question, D. got promoted. He was allowed to take your dirty biker’s stuff.” My blood was boiling at this point. I was already preparing my fist to punch Negan square in the face when he suddenly closed the distance between us and whispered in ear “You don’t want Daryl to become chow for the dead, right? Believe me, you want to be a good wife.” He was too close for my comfort. But I stayed stone faced, not dismissing the threat underlying his sweet talk. He then looked at me and added “I’ll come back to see you tomorrow. I’m sure you’ll look sexy as hell in the black dress.” He approached his hand to caress my hair but I smacked it as I kept looking at him straight in the eyes.”Don’t touch me!” I hissed through my gritted teeth. He laughed loudly, earning the laughs of the guys behind him “And she's feisty too. I made the right choice choosing you, sweetheart.” We kept eye contact until he broke it to call his goons. “See you tomorrow, darling.” He said one last time, winking at me as he closed the door and locked it.

Instead of sleeping, I spent the night trying to find a way to negotiate with him. Or even a plan to find Daryl and escape with him. But the only way was to bluff or just blatantly lie to get what I want. And after hours of racking my brain for a solution, I decided something.I just hoped it worked the way I wanted to. All I could do was to hope that Daryl was still alive.

In the morning, I heard someone unlocking my door. I readied myself to attack just in case, my breathing getting louder as my heartbeat was going crazy. Then Dwight appeared, with a huge grin on his half-burned face and a tray of food in  hands. “Hello, Y/N. You slept well?” I threw him a look and replied “Go to Hell.” He chuckled and said “Guess someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” I didn’t reply, just threw him a dirty look. Then I noticed. All I could see was fresh blood on Daryl’s clothes. Seeing red suddenly, I jumped on him, grabbing Daryl’s shirt and screamed “What did you do to him?! What did you do?!” He had let go of the tray in a noise of broken dishes and seemed panicked. He tried to get free from my grip but I was too angry to let go that easily. “Answer me! What did you do to Daryl?!” 

“Y/N, calm down!” It made me even more angry, so angry that I kicked him in the balls. He fell to the floor with a less than virile scream. As he clutched his privates with one hand, he used the other to reach a pocket in Daryl’s shirt and got a small box out of it that he threw at my feet. He then said through laboured breathes ”The fucker apparently wanted to pop the question. Too bad he’ll never get to.” I grabbed the box and kicked him harder in the ribcage. And I kept hitting him, adding blood on Daryl’s clothes. I would have killed him if some other guys hadn’t heard his screams. I was blinded by a devastating anger, I couldn’t stop myself. Until one of these guys grabbed me by the shoulders to get me away from Dwight. The goons threw me violently on the bed and helped Dwight up. With that, they locked the door again.

As the anger slowly passed, I suddenly realized how reckless I’ve been. I was sure that Dwight would torture Daryl even more. I curled on the bed, clutching the tiny box in my hand. Daryl wanted to propose to me. He really loved me this much. This statement was a shock to me. In another world, we would have a real wedding with all our friends alive and well. This brought tears in my eyes that I quickly wiped as I heard the door opening again. I didn’t know how much time had passed, again. But it sounded like trouble. Just like the last time, Negan appeared with his goons, including a bloodied Dwight. It was the moment to take action.

“Well, well, well. Hello Y/N. Heard you had one hell of a morning.” he said in his insufferable sing-along tone. Instead of replying, I got closer to him, stood straight and looked him in the eyes when I said “If i become one of your wives, you let Daryl go” His smile didn’t falter but grew bigger. “Very straightforward I see. I like that. But, well sweetheart, it’s not a question to ask.” I stayed with an emotionless face when I declared with determination “I wasn't asking. I'm telling you  how it's gonna be.” Much to my irritation, Negan laughed loudly.”Aren’t you a confident one, darling?” He said as he booped my nose. I immediately slapped his hand out of my face.He wasn’t even upset by my gesture and said “Bold of you sweetheart. I don’t know how it works with Rick. But I’m afraid that it's not how it works here.”

Instead of getting angry, I tried to hold my wrath inside and said “If you don't want me to raise hell, you better accept”. He giggled and leaned his hands to his knees to look at me. “.What are you gonna do, huh? You are alone here sweetie. And loverboy won’t help you.” he cooed as if he was talking to a pretty stupid little girl. How much I wanted to punch him. But I had to remain calm, somehow. Dwight suddenly said “Uh, Negan? She’s really violent”. He was instinctively protecting his junk just in case. It made me smirk “See ? Listen to Freddy Krueger over here. He knows what I'm talking about” I said, pointing at him. Negan threw Dwight a condescending glance before turning his attention back at me, smiling brightly.``Well, you really have fire inside. I’m definitely keeping you”. He said with a laugh.”Well, it was good to have a laugh. Now, put your dress on and get ready. Someone will come to get you in ten minutes.” He said as he got out of the room rapidly.

As I zipped the dress, I tried to ponder whether I should put Daryl’s ring on my finger or not. I didn’t want Negan to take it from me. But I decided to keep it hidden on my necklace.He already took the man I love away from me. I had to act carefully, now. I didn’t know what they were doing to Daryl, but it sure fueled my nightmares. We’ve been through everything since Atlanta and it took one asshole with a barbeled bat to separate us. When I’d get the opportunity, I’d definitely gut Negan. I swore it to myself and to Daryl. I heard the door getting unlocked again and a giant guy came to get me.

The walk to my mysterious destination was quite chilling. The corridors had a cold atmosphere to them. It wasn’t welcoming. Hell, even the prison seemed more cozy than this. As we walked in the maze-like building, something suddenly caught my attention out of the corner of my eyes. Brown long hair and blue eyes. I swiftly snapped my head to see Dwight pushing  someone violently in a small room. It was Daryl, I knew it. Thus, I tried to sneak away from the giant guy to run in the direction of the room but he caught me by the arm. “Where do you think you’re going, doll?” he said as he dragged me away. I could hear an irritating song blasting from here. That’s where they were keeping him. I then swore to myself to note the path we took to find his cell next time.

When giant guy pushed the door in front of us, I caught a glimpse of the room. There were sofas everywhere as well as bottles of alcohol. And there were at least ten very attractive women dressed in the same kind of dress as me. He left me here and got back to whatever was his job. I quickly felt uneasy when all the women snapped their heads to look at me. I felt really awkward to be the center of attention so I tried to find a quiet place in the room. They didn’t even try to come to talk to me, which was fine by me. All I had in mind was the glimpse of Daryl I had in the corridor. His back was almost arched. I never saw him like that, even at his worst. They were breaking him, destroying him completely. I couldn’t stand it. Tears were brought to my eyes again as the images kept replaying in my mind. I just closed them to keep me from crying. “Hey! You okay?” asked a woman’s voice next to me. 

Surprised, I opened my eyes and wiped them with the back of my hand. And I looked at the mysterious woman. She was a brunette with brown eyes. “Uh, yeah, yeah. It’s okay. I’m okay.” She looked at me emphatically and said “I’m Sherry. Aren’t you Daryl’s girlfriend?” I almost gasped. “What? You know him?” She looked at me a bit embarrassed. “Well, let’s say we met in the woods.” “You’re the one who stole his crossbow and his bike!” I exclaimed, suddenly understanding. She seemed even more embarrassed. “Well, you mugged my husband earlier today. Let’s say we’re even.” I almost choked. “You’re married to that scumbag?! The very one torturing Daryl, right now?!” I said angrily even though it wasn’t her fault. “Yeah, I was. Now I’m Negan’s wife. Just like you.” I felt like I could trust her, somehow. But I couldn’t risk anything here.I was sure there were snitches waiting for some intel to give to Negan. So I just nodded my head and kept to myself.

I spent some time in silence, lost in my mind when I noticed that the sofa I was on dipped under someone's weight. “Hey! New girl.” I tried to focus again on the real world to see a beautiful woman next to me. “Yeah?” She smiled at me and said “Tonight’s your special night. You should get ready.” “What do you mean?” Confusion was probably written all over my face because she added “ Negan’s gonna mark you as officially his. We’re here to prepare you, he’s quite rough the first time. He gotta show you who’s in charge I guess” I felt the blood draining from my face. “You mean, he’s gonna…” I couldn’t finish my sentence. “ Yeah. But don’t worry. It’ll hurt for a few days then you’ll get used to it. Just be prepared psychologically.” I wanted to run away, as far as I could. But I had to pull through. For Daryl. He must never know about it.

The fateful moment was here. I was escorted to Negan’s room and was waiting for him to come. It was the moment to find a weapon quickly. I ran to his drawers and tried to rummage through his stuff. After fruitless effort, I finally pricked my finger to some kind of tiny knife.Relief washed over me as my fingers curled around it. It was tiny enough to hide it. But I didn’t have much time to think about it when I heard the doors. “Eager I see.” He said in a smug tone as he saw me next to his bed. I turned to face him. His smile was the most horrendous thing I saw in my life. This predatory look in his eyes, full of lust, disgusted me. He swiftly approached me and began to unzip my dress. I couldn’t help but try to get out of his reach. He paused and asked, surprised “What ? Don’t tell me Tough guy never touched you?” I turned my head to not see him. “ It's a sin, really.” And as he kept unzipping my dress he added “Well his loss.” And he let his hands wander on my body. I had to hold down my urge to throw up. Daryl would never do something like this without my consent. He would never treat me like this. But I had to play the game to get where I wanted. 

Negan made me face him. I was just waiting for him to get closer. My heartbeat quickened, it would be my moment soon. He was so focused on my breast that he didn’t see anything else. I wanted to punch him so hard but what was waiting for him was better. Swiftly, before he could react I got the knife out of the pocket of my dress to press it on his neck, next to the carotid. His eyes widened and he took his hands off me. But instead of panic, he seemed amused. What the hell was wrong with him? A trickle of blood was running down his neck.'' Why do you have to kill the vibe, uh missy? I thought we were getting cozy, here.” he said casually, as if I wasn’t threatening him at all.” As I was stucking the knife deeper in his skin, he swifty grabbed my hand to get the knife and added “Unless it’s some kind of kink?” He slowly  licked  the knife. HIs eyes were full of lust. Out of anger, I spat in his face. He wiped his face with an even bigger smile but there wasn’t any joy in it. “Well, you can’t tell I didn’t warn you last night.” 

The next thing I knew, he was dragging me half undressed and my hair in a mess through the cold corridors. He then stopped. “You only want the dirty redneck? Well, knock yourself out! I’ll come back later and I'll be less charming, believe me.” I locked eyes with him one last time and spat in his face again. WIthout any other word, he threw me in a cell. The first thing I noticed was the terrible smell. But the worst was him. Daryl was here. My heart broke when I saw him all curled up in a ball on the floor. “Daryl.” I called softly. But he didn’t react nor acknowledged my presence. “Daryl. Hey! It’s me, Y/N”. Carefully, I got closer to him and caressed his hair.I felt him stiffen at my contact.That’s when the tears finally escaped from my eyes.”What did they do to you?” I asked as I kept crying. Then I heard his broken voice ask quietly“Y/N? Ya real?”. I saw him slowly getting in a sitting position. “Yeah, it’s me.” Relief seemed to wash over him until he noticed my poor state. He tried to wipe my tears away. His rough hand never felt so soft on my skin. “What happened? What did he do to you?!” he asked anxiously, probably expecting the worst. “He didn’t…? Please tell me he didn’t. They kept tellin’ me horrendous things he did to ya. I’m gonna kill him.” I put my hand soothingly on his when I assured him. “No, he didn’t. Didn’t have the time.” Daryl sighed in relief.

He then approached his hand to my shoulder to get the fabric of the dress to hide my bra.Clumsily, his hand got untangled in my necklace and found the ring. His head dropped and he said “Was supposed to pop the question. But I don’t think..” “Yes, Daryl. I want to marry you.” I slowly got closer to him and kissed him as I was supposed to after all this time. “I don’t know how or when. But I’ll get us out of here. I promise."

A/N : feedback is welcome. I think I need advices to write Daryl correctly 😅

[sharp-silver4795]

Liu Woods Headcannons

The people have spoken! On a poll that I made, I asked if yall wanted me to post my own stuff and…. Oh god- I set it for a week cuz I thought no one would see it- 40 FUCKING PEOPLE RESPONDED-

So, I hear you! I’m gonna start with just random head cannons cuz… yeah…

TW!!!

Suicide, Murder (duh), abusive families, definitely not the Liu most ppl know.

I will put a warning before each group of bullets.

Least Sensitive >> Mildly Sensitive >> Most Sensitive

The first two aren’t head cannons-

I pronounce it like “Lee-oh” (Leo). I made a post about it earlier. However, I’ve said it like “Loo” for a long time- I’m tryna break that habit

He is my favorite. I remember seeing a post that was judging ppl based on their fav creepypasta…. No I won’t shut up about him.

HEAD CANNON TIME

General

He’s Chinese. Jeff is his half brother on their mom’s end. There is no fucking way an American kid would have a Chinese name.

So, Liu moved from China when he was 5 and his mom married Peter. Jeff was born when he was 7.

When Liu was young he didn’t have many friends cuz his English sucked and his little brother wasn’t even a year old.

He likes brownies and cinnamon rolls like their made of gold

Man can cook 🧑‍🍳 🤌

Has a bunch of plants that he forgets exist and cries when they die

Boy is tough. A lot of ppl see him as a teeny bean, hell nah!

Wears combat boots, skinny jeans, and sweaters consistently.

The scarf is to cover scars.

He’s about 6’5 (nearly 200cm).

Murder, Gore, Blood

Mainly uses a crowbar to beat his victims to death.

Remember how I said he wears combat boots? Well those things have heels and he tends to “stun” kill people by jumping up and stomping down on the side of the person’s head. 240lbs in a surface area the size of a US quarter is definitely gonna break your skull.

In the mansion his job doesn’t really revolve around murder as much as it’s about torture. He’s fucking good at it too.

Sexuality, Gender, and Such

He’s gay. You can’t change my mind.

I see him as being Agender and not caring about the pronouns you use for him. (Note: I usually switch up the pronouns but since this is the first HC post I’m making for them, I wanted this to be said first)

Married to EJ. If you don’t like the ship, I’m sorry!

⚠️ SA, CSA, Abuse, Suicide, SH, Grooming ⚠️

DID usually forms before 9yo and I can’t believe him getting DID at 19.

So, he hung himself when he was 19. This is what set Jeff off, because he was the one who found Liu’s body.

So, Keith is about 11 years older than Liu, and, when he was looking for friends, Keith took advantage of them. This lead to Liu basically being groomed until he was 12. I HC that Randy had a lil “crush” on Jeff and Keith kept Liu “out of the way” by consistently r—ping him.

Things at home weren’t great for him either. Peter was under the impression that his mom was a virgin with no kids (incell vibes), and when he found out Liu existed Peter decided to take it out on him. He would be locked in a dark closet of the basement for days on end. If he “misbehaved” too much, Peter would put him in the clothes dryer (also in the basement) for however long he deemed necessary.

Eventually Liu couldn’t take it and he hung himself.

Liu’s Alters and System

⚠️ similar themes from before, drugs/alcohol abuse, religious trauma ⚠️

Hannah: gatekeeper, what Liu “would have been” like if nothing happened.

Jinx: Sexual protector, the response to Keith’s abuse

Sully: Physical protector, response to Peter’s abuse

Jessie: Mental persecutor, encouraged Liu to kill himself.

Leviathan: Trauma holder, response to constant guilt from religious trauma

Vex: persecutor, response to alcohol and drug addiction.

Nigh: Trauma holder, response to all those lonely years

So, about Jeff…

Liu has zero issues with Jeff.

Jeff didn’t kill him, he had to make his way back to life (I will post more abt this another day).

Jeff mispronounced his name, but Liu was too nervous to correct him (bc trauma)

He is about 6yrs older than Jeff.

I probably have other HCs that i forgot, but anyway- that’s all the energy I have rn….

[simply-whump]

Weak Hero Class 1 (약한영웅 Class 1) - Whump List

Whumpee : Yeon ShiEun played by Park JiHoon and Ahn SooHo played by Choi Hyun Wook

Synopsis : Yeon Shi Eun is a model student, who ranks at the top at his high school. Physically, Yeon Shi Eun appears like a weak boy, but by using his smarts, tools, and psychology, he fights against violence that takes place inside and outside of his school. (MDL)

Genre : Action, Youth, School bullying, Bromance

TW : There are some violent fights in almost every episodes and some heavy bullying. This whole show is pretty sad...

Warning ! Possible spoilers below !

Yeon ShiEun

Ep 1 : Hit with a shoe — Exhausted after running — Slammed against the wall, choked (Gif Set) — Slapped, drugged, vision blurry, very dizzy, head swimming, sweating, almost collapses several times (Gif Set) — Slaps himself several times until his cheek is bright red — Goes kinda berserk, starts beating people and stabbing them with a pen, thrown to the ground

Ep 2 : Punched — Fighting, kicked, thrown to the ground, kicked several times while down, pinned to the ground, hand stepped on, saved, coughing (Gif Set) — Beaten up, bottle almost smashed on his head, saved

Ep 3 : None

Ep 4 : Fighting, cheek cut by a knife — More violent Fighting, thrown to the ground

Ep 5 : None

Ep 6 : Chased, fighting, beaten up, beaten up violently with a crowbar, passing out (Gif Set)

Ep 7 : Wakes up in an ambulance, exhausted (Gif Set) — In the hospital

Ep 8 : Arm in a cast — Worried for SooHo, crying when he sees him in the hospital — Beats someone up — Fighting, head hit multiple times, on the ground, ears ringing, more violent fighting — More fighting, crying

Ahn SooHo

Ep 1 : None

Ep 2 : Fighting, thrown to the ground

Ep 3 : Arm cut by a knife — Taken away by the bad guys — Hit on the back of the head with a metal bat then beat up with it, half conscious on the ground, knocked out with a kick to the head

Ep 4 : Hands tied, wakes up wincing, kicked — Almost stabbed — Fighting — More violent Fighting, punched, choked — Wound bandaged, arm in a cast— In the hospital

Ep 5 : Arm still in a cast

Ep 6 : His motorbike was tampered with, the breaks don’t work, has an accident, on the ground in pain (Gif Set) — Has a leg brace on 

Ep 7 : Difficult fighting in a ring, kicked in the head, on the ground, ears ringing, barely conscious, kicked again repeatedly, unconscious and not breathing, left for dead

Ep 8 : Taken in an ambulance — In a coma in the hospital, oxygen mask

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[sadboytournament]

ROUND ONE

Propaganda

Adriane Tepes/Alucard: Bro's mom got murdered and his dad went insane and tried to wipe out humanity, and Adrian had to kill him to save everyone. AND THEN he had to deal with people trying to revive his dad to cause even more deaths! Also he's immortal so he's outlived everyone he's ever cared about 😭

Jason Todd: (tw: sexual assault mention) the second robin, gets taken in by bruce after his abusive dad walks out and his mum dies of an overdose (and he also steals the wheels of the batmobile, king). bruce trains him to be robin and for his original run he was a pretty cute kid (with the occasional Angst Arcs that are pretty common w robin - special shoutout to jason finding out his dad was actually killed by two face and he just didnt know, and an arc where a woman that reminds him of his mum gets raped by a guy that iirc has diplomatic immunity i think?? or enough power to get away with it? anyway jason fucking kills him so not that immune ig) then death in the family happened and jason found out his mum isnt his biological mum so he sets off trying to find his bio mum, and eventually he meets her, but shes working for the joker and sells jason out to him. the joker then proceeds to beat jason with a crowbar and blows the building hes in up with his mum also inside it, killing them both. dc then does a fun thing for the next 20 years where they start treating jason like the '"""troubled""" """angry""" robin who was too reckless and was always going to end up dead. eventually dc brings jason back (as dc is wont to do), by having him wake up inside his coffin years after dying, dig his way out with his bare hands, and walk half-dead in the general direction of wayne manor until he's hit by a car and taken to the hospital (where all his says is 'bruce' over and over, and when asked who bruce is he responds 'my dad' and passes out) eventually he ends up in talia al ghul's care and is dunked in a lazarus pit to revive him completely, and he finds out not only is the joker still alive, but batmans also replaced him as robin. jason returns to gotham as red hood and has an honestly pretty slay arc where he taunts bruce by doing a better job of cleaning up gotham than him ngl. eventually it all culminates with him luring batman to a building where hes keeping the joker and telling b that his no kill rule is bullshit, and he shouldve killed the joker for taking jason away from him. he gives bruce an ultimatum thats basically if you dont kill me ill kill the joker, you gotta pick' and bruce chooses to instead disarm jason and save them both, and jason escapes. what follows is a lot of ups and downs for red hood comics (mostly due to the "angry robin" narrative dc writers have spun, making a lot of jasons appearances wildly ooc fights, lots of weird (tragically in character) cringefail behaviour, and this odd period where hes a natural redhead and his helmet is this ugly dome). itd be too long to list every jason todd sadboy moment from the last 20 years here but i do want to give a special shoutout to a currect story arc where bruce (who thinks hes being controlled by a 'perfect batman' hes got in his head) gets sick of jason's """reckless behaviour""" and fucking alters jasons brain chemistry so that whenever his adrenaline rises, he'll have a panic attack so severe hes basically incapacitated and can barely speak through his fear (the instant he escapes bruce's captivity he jumps into a burning building to save a little girl im SOFT for him!!). also second special shoutout to the jason todd in the arkham games who didnt even have the luxury of dying at the jokers hand, and was instead tortured for like 3 years, branded, beaten by p much everyone in batmans rogues gallery (and some of jokers goons dressed as batman), eventually jason breaks himself out only to find out that NOT ONLY has bruce replaced him, but it took the man like. a month. like jason wouldnt be thought dead for a long time, he was missing and bruce just went 'ill let this new kid adopt himself' ig? also theres a vr game in the arkham series where you can go into arkham asylum and hear jason screaming 🙃

[staydandy]

Time Between Dog and Wolf (2007) - 개와 늑대의 시간 - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : After his mother is brutally murdered by the Thai criminal syndicate, Lee Soo Hyun is adopted by NIS agent Kang Jung Ho, and he grows up with his son, Min Ki, like brothers. Min Ki and Soo Hyun both become NIS agents later on. One day, Soo Hyun ruins a mission when the suppressed memories of the day his mother died surfaces in his mind. The NIS Director gives Soo Hyun an undercover assignment to infiltrate the syndicate. Soo Hyun fakes his death and assumes a new identity. Under the pseudo-name of Kay, he prowls the back alleys of Bangkok with revenge in mind… (MDL)

Whumpee : Lee Soo Hyun played by Lee Joon Gi (left) • Kang Min Ki played by Jung Kyung Ho (right)

Country : 🇰🇷 South Korea Genres : Action, Romance, Crime, Drama

Notes : This is a Full Whump List • My favorite episodes are pink : 00 • TW : suicidal

Episodes on List : 15 Total Episodes : 16

*Spoilers below*

01 : [flash-forward] Lee Soo Hyun is shot while driving, passes out & drives off he edge of a pier into the ocean, drowning

03 : Unsteady, panic attack, recalling childhood trauma … in a fight … choked, collapses, passes out … hospitalized, in & out of consciousness, seizure … starts to have a panic attack, hyperventilating … punches a mirror

04 : Nightmare … knocked out … Kang Min Ki is slapped … Soo Hyun is tied up & beat up … Min Ki is shot in the arm … a weight is tied to Soo Hyun's feet & he's pushed into the water, drowning … Soo Hyun & Min Ki's wounds cared for

05 : (near end) Soo Hyun is in a Muay Thai match

06 : In another Muay Thai match, knocked out (nice eye rolling) … nightmare

07 : [from ep1 FF] Shot while driving, passes out & drives off he edge of a pier into the ocean, drowning … found, unconscious, washed up on some rocks … (more nice eye rolling) wakes with a gasp, pain from wounds … unsteady.. amnesia … hit in the back of the head, collapses, kidnapped, tied up

08 : … continued from previous ep. ... Tied up … beat up

09 : (near end) Beat up, arrested … beat up

10 : Hallucinating … arm cut in a fight

11 : Injured arm is pulled

12 : (near end) Beat up … rush of memories, car accident

13 : … continued from previous ep. ... Collapses … arrested … Min Ki is beat up & captured, tied up, force-fed drugs, beat up

14 : … continued from previous ep. ... Semi-conscious … carried/dragged … wakes with a migraine, unsteady … Soo Hyun is beat up … attacked by a group, beat up, hit in the head, beat with a crowbar

15 : … continued from previous ep. ... Helped to walk … Min Ki starts a distraction, locked in a closet

16 : Punched … Soo Hyun is in a fight … shot in the leg.. shot in the chest & hand.. shot in the back, passes out

[theyanderespecialist]

Jealous Germany (Scenario) Germany X Reader (Hetalia) (Yandere)

[Hello My Sexy Muffins and welcome back to another chapter, this chapter is a scenario of Yandere Germany being jealous! so please enjoy this chapter here! My sweet muffins]

Disclaimer One: Just because I am writing a fictional personification of a country as a yandere DOES NOT Mean this is how people from Germany act. It is FICTION and not to be taken seriously. Germany from Hetalia is a fictional character and is not how actual German people act thank you.

Disclaimer Two: Germany is not a yandere in canon this was just for fun and not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional characters is fine as long as you separate fiction from reality. Yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life.

Disclaimer/TW: Slight mention of torture

(No One's POV)

Germany was not a man to see himself falling in love. That was until he met you, you are a stunning person and he wanted you as his partner. He was not clear on how he felt. As he did not know how to tell you how he felt. Though he thought he was. So one day it came to him going to ask you out on a date. That is when he sees you with (YOUR S/O). He saw how you kissed them on the lips and played with their hair.

The flowers in his hands began to be crushed as he stares in shock, horror, and disgust. This person did not and SHOULD Not be touching you! They would pay for this. Germany had a have of mind to storm in there and beat this person to a bloody pulp. Then to punish you.

Though that would make him seem like the bad guy. So instead he waits and stews. He wants you for days on end with this person. Watching for the right moment to strike. It finally came when (Your S/O) went to your home when you were not there. Germany works fast and comes He hits (Your S/O) over the head with a crowbar. Knocking them out and dragging them out of your home.

Germany takes them back to an undisclosed location and wakes them up. They are tied to a table.

(TWIGGER WARNING THE MENTION OF TORTURE START HERE: Long story short some medieval torture is explained no actual torture scene)

"You know, I been thinking of many ways to get rid of you." He says to them. "I have tortured many people in my life."

They are gagged so they cannot speak back.

"But I picked one of my favorite methods."

He picks up a bucket and a cage with a rat.

"This little guy is going to burrow inside of you and then I will seal you up." Germany says. "Then it will eat its way out of you. I then will leave you to succumb to blood loss or infection. Though I am going to add honey to your body, plenty of critters will be attracted to the sticky sweet and you will feel them end you."

There is horror in the man's eyes as he thrashes and jerks screaming behind the gag.

"This is what you get for being with my love. They belong to me, not to you." Germany says and got to work.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed it, and stay sexy all my muffins!]

[needtomakebetterusernames]

Michael’s Original Voice Mail/Phone Call to William (Raw and Uneditted. TW: Swearing angry American Teenager, Peepaw Willy fearful for his Kneecaps)

YOU HAVE ONE NEW MESSAGE. BEEP.

“Dad. It’s me, your eldest fucking son, Michael. You are dead to me, you fucking shitty piece of shit! I went down there as you requested and guess what? Those animatronics were actively trying to kill and Elizabeth was in on it! You tricked me and got me killed, you deadbeat piece of shit! They tore my guts out and literally used my body as some sort of suit until my skin turned dead and purple and dumped me on the streets! The fact I’m alive is a damn miracle but now I can’t even finish school anymore thanks to being a walking carcass now! You ruined my fucking life and now a crazy killer robot Elizabeth is on the loose! If I find you, your kneecaps will be turned to dust! You hear me?! I will take a crowbar and smash your kneecaps in before beating it into your damn skull! Better start running and praying to God for once, Dad! Because I’m going to come find you and it’s bye-bye kneecaps!”

William Afton sat silently for a few moments after hearing that voicemail play automatically. He processed what he just heard and realized three things. One. His daughter Elizabeth was now free from the confines of Circus Babies Rentals and now he could try and locate her and create her a new body. Two, Michael wasn’t dead like he had hoped for and could be a problem. And three, Michael was alive and angry as hell to where now William’s knees were in danger of being busted. He slowly leaned back in his seat and simply muttered to himself. “Oh fock me.”

[ambercast]

❧ Name: Blue Cartwright ❧ Nickname: B ❧ Age: 29 ❧ Gender: Cis male, he/him ❧ Orientation: Queer ❧ Relationship: Single ❧ Occupation: Chef at Country Roads ❧ Residence: Commune ❧ Title: The Wight ❧ Faceclaim: Sam Strike

❧ Personality -

Receptive / Reliable / Loyal / Observant Withdrawn / Anxious / Violent / Repressed

❧ Introduction -

tw: abuse mention (emotional, physical, psychological, sexual), murder

Blue always knew he was adopted. His parents lorded it over him, acting as though they’d done him a favor and congratulating themselves in front of all their friends for their good deeds. His mother doted on him when he was small, enjoying having an adorable little boy to show off to the world who loved her unconditionally. As he grew older, however, she became resentful, not wanting or ready to be a mother to a whole person. She would punish him for simple mistakes and then comfort him afterwards, manipulating his emotions to keep him subdued and docile.

His father didn’t like how coddled he was and did the exact opposite, mocking him for being a “sissy” and living “under his mother’s skirts.” He began to beat the boy, hoping to knock the sensitivity out of him. His mother protested to no use.

This continued into Blue’s teen years. He went to school, but he was withdrawn and didn’t make any friends. The other kids wrote him off as a weirdo who would probably snap and kill everyone one day. Finally, his mother convinced him that the best thing for both of them would be to rid themselves of his father. She gave him the means and the opportunity and one night when his father got home from work, sixteen-year-old Blue murdered the man with a crowbar. His mother cleaned up the mess, and they dismembered and composted him, burying the bones beneath the garage.

Free of the physical abuse, Blue thought maybe life would get better. It didn’t. His mother dug her claws in him deeper, convincing him that no one else would love him as much as she did to keep him living with her. She began to sleep around with dangerous men for the thrill, knowing Blue would always protect her and enjoying siccing her son on the more abusive boyfriends. Even when they turned their sights on Blue in inappropriate ways, she would goad them on, waiting for Blue to eventually snap on them and beat them to a pulp.

This went on for ten years, until finally Blue snapped in a way she wasn’t expecting. He murdered his mother and her latest horrible beau with the same crowbar he used to kill his father, before fleeing the house, taking the crowbar with him. He stole a car with it and drove and drove and drove until he ran out of gas.

He set off on foot, then, stealing cash where he could by threatening people with the bloodstained crowbar. He recalled Huntsville from the stories his bio dad used to tell him, the rare times his mother let him talk to the man. He made his way there, hoping to disappear, hoping for peace. He arrived with crowbar in hand, and managed to get a job working at the Country Roads restaurant. The methodical chaos of the kitchen soothes him, and he can often be found disassociating over the grill, somehow never burning or undercooking anything despite the dead look in his eyes.

[seasidelillies]

I kinda went off here.

Haven't written anything in months but this flew out of my fingers.

Tw for torture and death descriptions.

--

All of Joker's dead victims, the wretched remnants of their souls, unable to rest. Jason, after death, joining them.

And upon being dropped into the Lazarus Pit, being brought forth to control of his revived body, but with the entire of Them with him.

But he's alive. No matter how much They howl and scream and beg, he can not hear them.

But he dreams. And he remembers. Pieces of places and skills and likes and dislikes and names and dreams.

He never had to learn how to use a gun. Or a rifle. Or a bazooka. (The soldiers and cops and warriors that fell in an all too human way did it for him)

There is no song or character in a game or cartoon that he doesn't know, one song or lullaby that he doesn't have memorized by heart. (So many children, all lost and broken, and who still loved these things that keep going with him)

He can knit like the most talented grandmother.

He can cook like the most dedicated chef.

He can sing, and dance, and write and act so many plays like it was all carved into his head. (Carved into his soul).

And They all cry. And They all hunger.

And he doesn't understand the source of all this grief. Was it only for his pain? Was his death enough to blind him in face of that monster, to wrestle even the gentle child he once was into lashing out against the world that failed him? (The world that failed THEM)

A young Jason, relearning to love his life even as he carries hundreds of tortured souls tied to his own, whose numbers only grow with the passing of time.

And a Jason that learns with time about this. About him. About Them.

And he makes his move.

Was capturing the Joker always this easy? (No for one person. Yes for the collective knowledge They have.)

But he doesn't kill him.

No.

He sits down in a chair, beside the murderer, monster, clown, and takes his hand.

A plier on the other hand.

One nail off.

One name.

One date.

One life.

One death.

Alicia Briar. 12 years old. Born in 96.

A fan of watching sesame street with her mom in the afternoons.

One trip to the mall with her mom.

One can of sleeping gas rolling inside the store.

One moment of waking up, tied in the dark with the others from the store.

Her mom is beside her.

One moment of being caught by the man with a scary, scary laugh.

And one knife to the chest. Again. And again.

One nail off.

And Alicia steps away, and waits at the corner.

Another nail.

Thomas Chase. 31 years old. Buying a Christmas gift for his son.

A bullet to the head.

And Thomas steps away as Jason talks, and vanishes as he goes.

Five nails later, Samantha Briar, age 32 steps out. Same knife as her daughter. Same day, same death.

They leave together.

And Jason counts.

Each and every one of them.

Their names, and their lifes, and their deaths.

One piece for each of them.

And the pile he keeps grows.

Nails, bones, hand muscles, patches of skin.

Each one the freedom of a name.

And he goes, counting and remembering each and all of them for hours.

The joker doesn't laugh for very long.

He tries. But the person slowly taking him apart is unfazed. Nothing he says seems to be understood or cared about.

If he fights or not makes no difference for Them.

And off They go, one by one as They're called and remembered.

And Jason counts. And talks, and tells the clown about each and every one of Them.

No anger. No screaming. No laughter. No pleasure at his pain and suffering.

Simply calm and mournful as he recounts every single one of them.

His mom steps out. A patch of skin out of his leg. A bomb is planted inside the warehouse. She lingers but for one moment, and steps away.

One last little name.

Jason Todd. 14 years old. A fan of literature, a boy fond of magic and of bringing hope to those who needed him to do so.

A trap. A beating with a crowbar. A bomb was planted in the warehouse.

He takes a tooth. He watches at this little stolen piece of his bane. At his little freedom letter.

And a little Robin melts back into his living self.

He gets up, alone, collects the pieces he took in a bag, and begins to leave.

The clown jesters. Was he being left alive now? Was all of that for nothing?

And no. He has nothing more to take back.

And he says so, waving his little tooth. And he explains.

The Red Hood made sure no one, even after death, would be chained to this clown ever again.

Now, his body, his hands and feet and skin and face were taken apart by pieces.

His death isn't necessary. He won't hurt anyone anymore. Jason made sure of it.

He will go back to being a prisoner, only this time there will be no break out, for his kneecaps were taken for Beatrice and Greg. He won't walk.

No functional hands. Too many little bits taken back.

Funnily, no hair on his head. The children all seemed to enjoy clumps of dyed green hair as a prize.

And Jason at last reveals.

This wasn't for the Joker. This wasn't furious revenge or righteous vengeance.

This was simply taking back. A piece taken away for each life he did the same.

No. The revenge is what comes after.

Jason won't kill him. That would be freeing.

He will, however, erase him.

Who is Red Hood? A vigilante, a crime lord, a Bat, a protector.

No one shall remember the name once belonged to someone else.

And he shall be forgotten.

Maybe not now. Not anytime soon, with so many deaths fresh.

But one day the man once known as Joker shall die, alone in a bedroom, forgotten amidst of so many Gotham criminals.

Jason has the time to wait.

He has all the rest of his life to live from now on after all.

So he leaves, with his bag of treasures, one for each person that was once a part of him, only leaving a broken clown and a call to the police behind.

He still remembers. Half-forgotten pieces that shall fade with time, but he makes sure to write every memory and every name.

And he goes from cemetery to cemetery. Graveyard to graveyard.

And buries each piece next to its rightful owner.

It takes weeks. Not all pieces have a grave to belong to, but he buries them nonetheless, wrapped with something beloved and a paper with a name and a date.

In the end, he buries his little tooth in front of his own grave.

And steps away.

*slides the bottom jaw of a musky across the table*

Imagine if you will, that if enough people died in a similar way or by the same person, and wanted revenge enough to form as ghosts, that they may form together as a collective ghost.

Say there was a collective ghost of Joker’s victims.

Say Jason became part of that collective after he died.

Say it’s pretty difficult to remove just a singular soul from such a large collective in a bout of spontaneous resurrection without dragging others along for the ride.

You might think that those extra passengers might be hanging around in the back of Jason’s head, making him…. pretty angry, and particularly Obsessive in his revenge even.

(Long story short if I wasn’t wasn’t making sense, Jason’s Pit Rage is just the voice/emotions of other -or even all- of Joker’s victims that make him lash out.)

I had no idea what a musky is so I googled it. Thank you for introducing me to the existence of Musk Deer they are so incredibly adorable.

now on that note, this idea is akin to If You Give A Bat a Burger so go check that out.

but this. this idea. its sUCH an incredibly neat concept. The voices of the ones who were killed by the Joker urge him to make the Clown Prince of Gotham pay for his crimes. They egg on Jason's anger. They must convince him to make the clown pay.

[red-jaebyrd]

Festering Wounds

Whumptober #16 - Hallucinations

He had finally made it back to the Cave, but something was off. Jason couldn’t quite place what was wrong, but something wasn’t right. All his senses were in high alert. He could feel his heart rate gradually start to increase and there was an odd pressure in his chest. His limbs also felt heavy and tingly.

The worst was the laughing, no cackling he could hear that no one else seemed bothered by. He scanned the Cave, but couldn’t find its source.

Jason tried to play it cool shaking off the symptoms as sleep deprivation. He just needed a cup of coffee, a few hours of sleep and he’d be right as rain. He stayed a few feet away from the group trying not to bring too much attention to himself, but the dog, Ace wouldn’t leave him alone. Ace kept following him and nosing Jason’s hands, so he obliged and kept his hand on the dog.

The family was chatting about the evening’s events, Tim was complaining about something Jason couldn’t be bothered to listen to and Dick kept asking him a question he could have sworn he had already answered.

Jason’s attention was pulled away from the group to a strange tall figure hiding in the shadows of the Cave. He could see the outline of green hair and a purple suit.

Fuck.

The figure stayed in the shadows, bringing a purple gloved hand to its mouth and it cackled. It walked into the light locking eyes with Jason. Jason gasped. Fear gripped his whole body he felt as if it had been plunged in ice.

“No, fuck no, you can’t be here.”

“What’d ya mean, Bird Boy? I never left.” Joker taunted, drumming the end of a crowbar against Jason’s temple to drive his point. “I live 24/7 in that moderately pretty screwed up head of yours.”

Joker was looming toward him patting the crowbar in his hands. Jason walked backwards and fell over his own feet. His heart pounded in his chest so hard it made it hard to breathe. He looked down to right himself and found that he was dressed in his old Robin uniform. This was so fucking wrong.

Fuck. He crab crawled away from Joker, but he wasn’t fast enough. Joker stopped him by putting a foot on chest and pressing down hard. It was a relatively easy hold Jason could get out of, but Joker was too strong. He couldn’t breathe. He was starting to lose consciousness.

It was the low chuckle that kept Jason from completely blacking out. Joker was standing over Jason twirling the crowbar in his hand like a psychotic cheerleader. Terror gripped Jason so tightly he couldn’t move.

“Batsy really scraped the bottom of the barrel when he picked you,” Joker insulted, holding the crowbar over his head ready to strike. “I guess he was hoping that street rat spunk counted for something.”

The hit across Jason’s chest sent a wave of pain throughout his body knocking the wind right out of him.

“You were ripe for the picking, my little angry bird.” Joker swung again, making contact with his stomach. “A pathetic charity case he could hand feed promises to, promises like becoming his Robin. And where did that get you?”

Joker drove his knee into Jason’s chest and leaned forward further invading his space.  

“Six feet under in a pine box…and when you died, what did he do? The Bat-stard replaced you. He didn’t really care that much about you if just replaced you with the next door neighbor. You were expendable. ANOTHER SOLDIER IN HIS CRUSADE!”

Jason tried to tune him out, ignore the taunts, and not rise to the bait. But he couldn’t fight how the words wedged their way back into his heart corrupting what little confidence he had gained in himself.

“…and when I took you away from him, he did nothing. He didn’t avenge his precious Robin, did he? No. He believed that you killing me would be far worse than letting me live. You sure showed him…oh wait.” Joker laughed, a high pitch sound that sent Jason into a wave of panic. “You didn’t. CUZ I’M STILL HERE!”

One final hit of the crowbar across Jason’s cheek made it feel like his eye might explode.

“Do you know what you are, my little angry bird? You’re nothing but a festering wound, open and slowly rotting away. And you know what happens to festering wounds if they’re not treated? They get cut off permanently.”

The frightening giggles continued to echo in his ears, but the sound was soon replaced by a loud ticking noise of the bomb.

Fuck, fuck, fuck, not again.

Jason tried to get up and head to the bomb to defuse it, but his body wouldn’t respond. His limbs felt like lead and his head was swimming. Tears streamed down his face and his breath hitched in panic. In his nightmares he had always been able to crawl and make his way to the door, but this time he couldn’t even get up. He just lay there on the floor hearing the sounds of the ticking bomb reverberating in his head.

Bruce, help me please. Please come find me. Please come. I promise I’ll be better.

The ticking finally stopped. Jason closed his eyes in relief, but when he opened them he was in total darkness, which only meant one thing. He was back in the coffin.

He could feel his surroundings pressing in on him and he couldn’t breathe. The air was thick and he was running out of oxygen. Jason had to get out, but his arms wouldn’t cooperate. There was no strength left in them break free.  Before he knew it dirt was crashing in on him crushing his chest and pressing hard on his face suffocating him. He couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t move. He was going to die all over again.

“Jason.”

Someone was calling his name.

“Jason, listen.”

He knew that voice.  

“Whatever you’re seeing isn’t real.”

It sounded far away, but there was no mistaking it for anything else. It was Bruce. Bruce was here? He couldn’t see him, but he could hear him.

“You made it out, son. You’re safe.”

Jason blinked and when he opened his eyes everything was hazy. Once the fog in his brain cleared, he could see Bruce’s face.

Bruce came for him.

Jason relaxed at the familiar face in front of him. He was safe because his Dad came for him.

888

From the moment they had all gotten back to the Cave, Bruce knew something was wrong with Jason. He had been showing all the classic signs of Fear Toxin exposure. Jason had been unusually quiet. No snark or casual ribbing had been directed at Tim when he complained about one of Crane’s thugs getting a good hit in.  No name calling had been directed at Dick when he had called him ‘Little Wing’, especially when Dick repeatedly kept asking Jason if he was okay. Jason just stood away from the group, eyes scanning the Cave nervously.

Everyone had dispersed as usual to the showers, changing rooms, and then upstairs. Dick had stayed behind to talk to Alfred.

Ace had noticed something was off with Jason as well. He whined a little and hung by Jason’s side until the young man noticed him. He kept nosing Jason’s hands until Jason placed a hand on his head.

Bruce had watched as Jason wandered off to a corner staring at nothing in particular. It wasn’t until Jason gasped and collapsed onto the floor, that Bruce’s suspicions were confirmed.

“Jay,” Dick shouted, running to catch Jason’s head before it hit the floor. “Jason, can you hear me?” Dick held Jason’s head in his lap. “Bruce, he’s trembling like a leaf and he’s all clammy.”

“He’s been exposed to fear toxin,” Bruce answered.

“What? How? He had his helmet on the whole time.”

Jason’s eyes were open wide with fright, but he remained perfectly still. Ace lay on top of Jason’s chest resting his big front paws on Jason’s shoulders. Ace wouldn’t move so Alfred worked around the dog to get Jason’s vitals.

“His pulse is erratic, but not in danger, not yet. Master Dick, keep talking to him,” Alfred said.

Jason didn’t appear to be thrashing or fighting to get up, but his throat was making low keening sounds and tears were running down his cheeks. Dick was doing his best to calm Jason telling him he was okay. Meanwhile, Jason’s breathing was shallow as he was on the verge of hyperventilating.

“Breathe, Jason. You’re okay. You’re in the Cave. Breathe for me.” Dick said calmly. “I don’t think he can hear me.”

Bruce knelt by Jason’s side taking his hand in his. “Jason, can you squeeze my hand?” No response.

“I don’t know how this happened, Bruce. I swear we all took precautions,” Dick explained. “We all had rebreathers on. Jason wasn’t even around when I caught Crane. He was with Duke and Cass stopping the distribution.”

Bruce rushed to find Jason’s helmet. He searched all over scanning for any damage. The filtration system looked intact from the inside, but as he felt over the outside of the helmet he felt a crack on the side along the cheek.

“Shit,” Bruce cursed.

“Vitals are still slightly above his baseline, Sir, but not dangerous,” Alfred said. “I’m more concerned with this breathing. Perhaps an antidote is in order?”

Bruce quickly injected Jason with an antidote, took a blood sample, and gave it to Tim so he could analyze this new strain of the toxin. None of the past toxins had ever caused paralysis. Crane typically liked to see his victims physically react and interact with their fears.  If Bruce had to guess, it appeared this one was designed to mimic sleep paralysis.

A guttural sob escaped Jason’s lips as fresh tears streamed down his face.

Bruce’s heart shattered at hearing his son make such a sound. He carded his fingers through Jason’s sweaty fringe giving reassurances he wasn’t sure Jason could hear.

“Jaylad, it’s Bruce. You’re not there. You’re here with me, in the Cave.”

Jason’s whimpering echoed throughout the Cave. He was trying to say something, but the sounds weren’t making any sense. Bruce knew Jason was likely reliving his death all over again and worst of all waking up in his coffin. Jason never discussed what happened to him when he woke up in there, and Bruce regretted not giving Jason the opportunity to talk about it.

“You’re okay, Little Wing. Bruce and I got you,” Dick sniffed, wiping his eyes. “You’re with us in the Cave. You’re safe.”

Bruce held onto Jason’s hand rubbing his thumbs in circles along the back of it hoping the contact would help to calm his son down.

The words and touch were doing very little to help calm Jason. He showed no signs that he was even actually hearing Bruce and Dick or that he even knew where he was at present. Soon he started gasping for air, which quickly led to him hyperventilating.

Alfred promptly came by Bruce’s side with the portable oxygen tank and mask. He put the mask on Jason, but Jason started to panic at having something on his face.

“Jason. Jason, listen to me. Whatever you’re seeing, it isn’t real,” Bruce said thickly. “You made it out, son. You’re safe.”

For the first time since this whole ordeal started, Jason responded to Bruce’s words. His eyes moved and briefly made contact with Bruce. Jason’s whole body slowly relaxed as he breathed in the offered oxygen. Jason’s eyes began to droop and before long he fell asleep.  

888

Once Jason fell asleep, Bruce and Dick moved him upstairs to his room so he could wake up in familiar surroundings. Dick was reluctant to leave Jason’s side, but Bruce insisted and promised he’d get him as soon as Jason woke up.

Bruce stayed with Jason all night just watching him sleep. Watching the rise and fall of this son’s chest in what Bruce hoped was a dreamless sleep. It had been awhile since Bruce had stood watch over Jason all night. He had forgotten how young Jason looked when he slept. How the moonlight erased the harsh lines and scars of experiences and hardships making his son look twelve years old again.

Bruce drank in the peaceful moment and allowed his eyes to close in sleep.

He woke up a few hours later to a hand squeezing his wrist. Jason stared at him, blinking away the sleep as he tried to wake up.

“Morning, son.”

Jason kept his head on the pillow keeping his sleepy gaze on Bruce. “What happened?”

Bruce handed him a glass of water with a straw. “Fear toxin laced with a paralytic.”

“Son of bitch,” Jason hissed, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands.

“How are you feeling?” Bruce asked, gently sweeping Jason’s bangs from his face.

Jason took a few sips of the water and handed the glass back to Bruce. “I’m fine.”

Bruce didn’t believe him. Jason had a habit of hiding things, especially how bad he was feeling. The apple didn’t fall far from the tree in that department. Still, if this was something Bruce could help change for the better, he would do it, starting with himself and Jason.

Bruce set the glass down on the nightstand.

“Don’t look at me like that, Old Man.”

“How am I looking at you?”

“You’re giving me your furrowed brow of judgment. I’m fine.”

Leave it to Jason to choose sarcasm and snark to deflect from the pain.

I’m not judging, you. Let’s just call it my “furrowed brow of concern”.

“Whatever.”

A familiar tension fell between them that Bruce knew all too well. It always boiled down to miscommunication between them. Bruce would say the wrong thing or nothing at all. Jason would respond defensively in anger at Bruce. It was a vicious cycle. One Bruce hoped to break, but he had to be careful. Emotions were still so raw from last night; he didn’t want to fight with Jason. Bruce knew he was skating on thin ice with what he was about to say next.

Looking at his son’s face on the verge of tears, and trying desperately to hide any show of emotion, Bruce could see that Jason was far from fine.

“It’s okay if you’re not fine, because everything that you saw and experienced last night was not fine –,”

“Bruce, please stop,” Jason pleaded, biting his bottom lip to keep it from trembling. ”I’m f-fine.”

Bruce wouldn’t stop. He had to keep going. He had to make Jason understand that it was safe to let his guard down; so he continued.

“Alright, but just know I’m here if you don’t want to be fine.”

Jason choked back sobs. He shook his head, wiping his tears with the back of his hand.

Bruce moved from the armchair to the bed and sat down. He reached over and embraced Jason in his arms rubbing small circles on his back. Jason leaned into the hug and held on tightly crying into Bruce’s shoulder.

“I know you don’t want to talk about it, but I’m here to listen when you do want to talk.”

Jason nodded into his shoulder.

He didn’t need Jason to tell him what the fear toxin made him see. Bruce had a fairly good guess of the trauma the toxin had made Jason relive while under its influence. Bruce had enough experience with fear toxin throughout the years to know that its sole purpose was to unearth deep rooted fears and existing trauma the victim may have ignored or worse, repressed.

It wasn’t a surprise that Jason had buried much of his trauma from the warehouse and the events that had followed. He avoided opening up to anyone about what happened to him just as much as Bruce had avoided talking about his grief over his parents’ death. But by not acknowledging the trauma and keeping it buried, it had fueled the flame to anger and resentment.

Jason needed to talk with someone, and so did Bruce for that matter.

“It doesn’t have to be me that you talk to, but you…we need to talk to someone, okay?”

“But...”

“No buts, Jay. This is important. I don’t want you turning out like me, burying fears and pain so deep you end up cutting yourself off from those who love you and want to help you. I want things to be better for you.

“It doesn’t have to be tomorrow or next week, but it needs to be soon.”

Jason broke from the embrace, his eyes red rimmed and watery. “Will –will you come with me?”

Just like that, Jason sounded twelve years old again asking Bruce to hold his hand during a shot. Bruce melted at the simple request of his son still needing him. He placed a gentle kiss on Jason’s forehead.

“Of course, I love you, Jaylad.”

“Love you too, Dad.”

[eboy-dio]

currently at a big church camp and dying. i don’t care that i’m forgiven for having sex before marriage!! i’m gonna fuck whether some stupid god likes it or not!! i don’t care!!!! leave me alone mr skidmore!!!!!!!!!!!

[cd-head]

youre not there

[drakenology]

the yakuza wife - yakuzaboss!bakugo x housewife reader - inspired by @hanji-is-life ‘s sexy ass. 

yakuza au

tw: violence, sadism, mentions of blood, smut, cum, cussing, daddy/ddlg kinks undertones, mentions of guns, very much harley quinn and joker only joker actually loves harley in this ya know?

“where the fuck is my money?” bakugo asks this bludgeoned man tied up to a metal chair in some god forsaken warehouse god only knows where. 

“please sir, i’ll get it to you as soon as I can! please stop!” the man pleads, flinching when bakugo raises his fist to land a mean left hook into his jaw with a dark chuckle. 

“you know you shouldn’t borrow from people if you have no intentions in payin’ em back. it’s fuckin’..” he pauses before taking a crowbar and bashing the man in both his knees, blood curdling screams filling the empty space. “rude!”

bakugo smirks as the man begs for mercy, pulling a set of pliers of his pocket and holding them up to the man’s face to tease him, grabbing by his neck to make him meet his intimidating gaze. 

“shoulda thought of that before trying to playing me for a fuckin’ fool.. hey, I wonder how many teeth I can pull outta ya before your weak ass passes out.” he grunts, waving the plier in his face until the sound of his phone ringing stops him from doing anything.

“you’re lucky I gotta take this.” he mumbles, taking a piece of dirty cloth and shoving it into his mouth to keep him quiet.

bakugo turns away and rolls up his sleeve, setting up his tools for torture as he answers the phone. 

“hi baby!” you chime, at the mall having the time of your life with his credit card. 

“hey. ‘m workin’ whaddaya want?” he says, holding up his pliers and sitting them down on the table as his hostage screams in the background. 

“just checking on you, dummy! whatcha want for dinner, hm? i know you haven’t eaten yet.” you say, holding up different dresses to your frame to imagine yourself in them. “hey, pink or powder blue?”

“pink. and ‘m not hungry. you’ve got security with you, right baby?” he asks, kicking the man onto the floor with a loud thud. 

“of course. you won’t let me leave the house without them.” you respond, not even paying attention to the muffled screams you hear in the background. you’ve learned not to ask too many questions when it comes to being a yakuza wife. 

“gotta keep my baby safe, right? listen, princess I gotta go. i’ll be home before 9 okay?” 

you suck your teeth and roll your eyes, “fine. be careful okay?”

“always am. love you baby.” as he hangs up and returns to his task. 

the difference between you and katsuki was night and day. everyone knew you to be so sweet and kind; unbeknownst to them all how you ended up with a cretin like Bakugo. even though Katsuki was immoral in many ways, he knew marrying you was the right thing to do. who else would want to dress his wounds and pick out his suits for the day?

katsuki demanded you quit your job. in fact he came with you to put in your two weeks notice, tough scowl staining his features as your boss signed the approval with shaking hands.

from that day on he ensured you were well taken care of and that marrying him and becoming his housewife came with many perks.

for starters, your husband was loaded. all those years of extorting and money laundering paid off every time you come home with a couple shopping bags from the mall.

katsuki loved lavishing you in the finest of everything, adoring how you look in designer. so much so, he fucks you by the bay window of your luxury penthouse, the Chanel dress he just bought you hiked up over your ass as his calloused fingers make way into your mouth. you’re pinned to the glass, bare breasts pressed against the window as he railed you from behind. and he wonders why you turned out to be a spoiled brat.

your gifts always made you stand out above the rest. many men fawn over you and he knows this. just a small price to pay for having a fine ass wife. but if anyone ever forgot their place, if anyone ever got to close. well. that’d be the last time you’d ever see them. course you have no idea why. but even though katsuki loved you with all his heart, you could be a real pain in the ass. you were so bratty, especially when he was busy. 

one day you came trotting into his office in the middle of some business deal. whatever. your jimmy choos popped and you needed a new pair before the yacht party you were attending started. 

“daddy’s taking care of business right now, okay? go wait outside.”

“no! you promised we’d go shopping! I need new shoes what the fuck am I supposed to do with these?” you whine, pouting like usual to get your way. bakugo’s brow raised, walking towards you and gesturing for the meeting to continue without him. his hand rested on your lower back as he escorted you out.  

he fucked your brains in in the next room for disobeying him, panties around your ankles, your charm anklet jingling as he picked up your legs. 

“spoiled fuckin’ brat. told you to wait didn’t I? hm? or did you make a scene ‘cause you wanted my dick?” your head hangs back as your hips are held down by him, thrusts brutal as you cry for him to slow down, face turned away from his. he grabs your chin and turns you around harshly with his scarred and calloused hands, bruised knuckles turning white with a tight grip. 

“look at me when i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you.” 

he came inside you when he was done, pulling your panties up for you as it dripped down your leg. 

“now.. back to what I was doin’. tell the driver to take your ass home.” he huffs with a zip of his pants and a shake in his sleeves to fix them. bakugo leaves you on the desk, leaving the door cracked for you to leave when you got yourself together. and when you did you could hardly hold yourself up, holding your high heels in your hand as you limp to the car waiting outside for you. 

having a yakuza boss as a husband was always exciting. something in you liked the danger; the thrill.

you tell this tale to your other socialite girlfriends and they almost never believe you.

you were out with bakugo on a date when work called. to your dismay, he had to get up and leave. you insisted on being brought along, hating being left alone in that big house that was often empty without him. he agreed but only if you promised to be quiet like a good little girl. 

when you arrive at some warehouse (the same one mentioned earlier), a man was already hog tied on the ground, muffled screams behind a piece of duck tape as bakugo ripped it off. you sat by a table, legs folded in annoyance. this interrupted date night? you scoff and fold your arms. 

“ah. good seeing you old friend. remember me?” he asks, taunting him a little with a gun in his hand pressing it against his jaw as the man let out muffled pleas for him not to shoot. 

“you tried stealing from me. fuckin’ idiot. my boys caught you in some hotel with your little girlfriend. did you think you were gonna have a victory fuck after you made off with my money, hm?” bakugo asks, hitting him upside the head with the butt of his pistol.

you jump at the sound of the blow, a small part of you turned on watching your husband beat the crap out of a complete stranger. your pussy starts to ache when you peer over at bakugo’s strong tattooed arms as he flung his jacket aside, rolling his white sleeves up to ensure his expensive suit doesn’t get soiled. 

“oh fuck, where are my manners? this is my lovely wife, y/n. say hi baby.” he coos at you, a switch from rough to gentle when he spoke to you. you smile and wave, the hostage sobbing out a weak greeting when bakugo demands him to. 

“anyways. what’d you do with the money, asswipe? gonna tell me or are you gonna make me fuck you up in front of my pretty wife. god, look at ‘er, ain’t she gorgeous? you know I was about 30 minutes from railing her before you had to go along and ruin our night. I should kill you right here.” bakugo turns his head towards you with a sick look in his eye. 

“whaddaya think, princess? what should I do to this motherfucker, huh?” he asks. 

“smack him again. he ruined date night.” you grumble, folding your arms. 

“he sure did, baby.” bakugo says, punching the hostage in his jaw. he gestured for his men to crowd around him, all of them taking turns kicking and beating him with metal bars. katsuki walks towards you and pulls you into a passionate kiss, a bit of blood on his knuckles as he pulled your hair. god, this whole situation was sick. but why was it so hot?

bakugo carries you away to the car, tells the driver to fuck off somewhere while he rails you in the back seat, knowing his men will take care of the rest of what he started inside the warehouse. you straddle his lap, bouncing up and down on his stiff cock as the car rocked back and forth. the car windows fog up as your body heat commingled throughout the space, your hands pressing against the glass to gain to balance as you rode his fat cock. 

“fuck, daddy. you’re so hot when you’re handling business. ooh, you’re dick’s so hard.” you purr, bakugo’s hand pinching and playing with your breast as his hips thrust upwards. He smirks at you, almost a bit shocked you got as turned on as he did from the pain he inflicted.

“hmm, I know baby. god, you’re sick. getting this wet from watching me beat up some punk. dirty fuckin’ girl.” he huffed into your hair, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck followed by harsh nibbles.

truth is even though you were so sweet and caring, you had a dark side no one knew about. I mean why else would you marry into the yakuza? 

you were both fucking insane. 

[a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all]

One Bad Day.... (Part One)

Fandom: Batman, Batfam, Joker

Word Count: 1760

TW: Whump, Blood, Beating, Torture, Tied Up, Murder, Revenge, Mentioned Teenager Death, Angst

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You hadn’t expected to get this much enjoyment out of the experience. Relief? Maybe. Some form of catharsis? Most definitely. But the overwhelming pleasure you are feeling with each swing? That is a surprise. But there is just something about the way the crimson red blossoms across his bone white skin, mattes up his greasy green hair, and stains that hideous purple suit that fills you with pure joy. As you take another swing, you realize that the laughter currently filling the room is no longer coming from the man bound to the chair. It is coming from your lips.

“I’ve got to hand it to you, Joker. Maybe you were on to something all these years. This is a hoot!” Your impact to his leg shatters bones. A wheeze escapes his busted lips but you can’t tell if it was supposed to be a cry or a chuckle. You slam your weapon into the same place on his leg. That time it was definitely a whine of pain. Your smile widens.

“I don’t know if I mentioned this little fun fact when we started. This handy piece of equipment I’ve been working you over with, any idea where it came from?” No response. “They found it buried in what was left of that warehouse in Ethiopia. It’s the same exact one you used on my son.” You slam the crowbar into his face once again. One of his teeth goes flying across the room along with a spray of fresh blood.

The Joker looks up at you and chuckles. “Uh-oh, Daddy Bat’s not going to be happy about this. You know how he detests this level of violence. This isn’t the kind of thing your side normally does.”

It is the first time he has spoken in almost an hour. You know he is just trying to rile you up, maybe try to make you reconsider your actions, but you know it’s not going to work.

“You’re right. And that’s the thing isn’t it. Everyone thinks I must be a good person. I mean, I have to be, right? I’m married to Batman after all. Mr. Unbreakable-Moral-Code, Mr. We-Don’t-Cross-That-Line. But that’s not me. That’s never been me. I’ve tried fooling myself for years into thinking I could be different, that I could be good. For him. For us. But at the end of the day, I know who I am.” You slam the crowbar into the Joker’s ribs, reveling in the harmonious crack that follows.

“You see Joker, I didn’t always play for the good side. When Bats found me, I was well on my way to becoming like you. But he pulled me back from that abyss. Tried to help me come back into the light. But I think we both know, once that darkness takes ahold of you, it never truly let’s go. And sometimes, all it takes is one event, one bad day to send you hurdling back into that darkness.”

“So, it is true that my husband has a code. That line he won’t cross. But you took my son from me. And for that, you deserve what’s coming to you.” You let the crowbar fall from your hand and you watch as it clatters to the floor, still dripping with blood. Then you pull out the gun you had tucked into your jacket and point it directly at the Joker’s head.

He laughs maniacally. “What? That’s it? A gun? After all of this? That’s no fun! I mean, be a little creative! At least I used a bomb. With that, we had such a blast!”

Your grip tightens on the handle, and you turn off the safety. But still, you hesitate. As much as you want this, you know the consequences if you carry through with it. The Joker sees your hesitation and laughs again. “You know he called out for you as I beat him. Not for the Bat. For you.”

You freeze. Just when you thought there was nothing the Joker could say that would bother you, he found the one thing that could. And he knew it. He smiles callously up at you.

“At first I thought he meant the other one. You know, the one who sold him out, the one tied up next to him. But it became pretty clear he meant good ol’ Batmom. ‘Ma, Ma, I’m so sorry I let you down. I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you. Oh Ma, if only I could see you one last time, tell you that I lov-’”

You tackle him, causing you, the Joker, and the chair he is bound to crashing to the floor. Sitting up, you straddle his chest with a knee on either side of his body. Discarding the gun, you begin pounding your fist repeatedly into his face but with each punch, his smile just grows wider. Finally, you reach your breaking point. It is time to end this once and for all.

You wrap your hands firmly around his throat and you squeeze. Using all the strength you have gained from training with Bruce, you manage to close off his airway. As you use your body weight as leverage to press harder, you see the Joker’s smile start to droop. You think it has finally sunk in that you really do intend to go through with this, that it isn’t just you lashing out in anger. He starts to claw at your hands, desperately trying to pry your fingers loose as he begins gasping for air, but you refuse to relax your grip. Behind the pale whiteness of his face, you see tinges of blue starting to spread around his lips. With the last of his remaining breath, the Joker somehow manages to rasp out, “Is this… really what… you want?”

You hesitate for a second, your mind suddenly flashing back to the first night your son had arrived at the manor.

You and Alfred had tried everything you could think of to make the newest addition to the family feel welcome but nothing seemed to work. And the worst part was that no matter what either of you tried, the kid would barely even acknowledge you unless he was being directly asked a question. Even then, it was followed by one- or two-word responses. You remembered this all going so much smoother on Dick’s first night here and you couldn’t figure out what you were doing wrong. Then again, you could already see the differences between the two boys even after a few hours. So maybe a different approach was necessary.

That night, when you went to tuck him in, you had a book with you. Without saying a word in explanation, you sat down on the end of his bed and started reading out loud. The boy had just stared at you for the first few pages, clearly confused. However, as you read on, you could see out of the corner of your eye as he snuggled down in the bed, getting more comfortable. You continued reading for about an hour until your voice became hoarse and your throat was dry. The boy appeared to be asleep so you finished the chapter and quietly snuck towards the door.

A quiet voice behind you stopped you in your tracks. “What book is that?”

You turned back to the bed. “It’s called The Princess Bride.”

“What made you want to read it to me?”

“My dad used to read it to me when I was a kid. It was my favorite book growing up and I thought you might enjoy it. I wasn’t quite sure what kinds of things you are interested in, but this book has a little bit of everything.”

“Do you think…. Do you think you could read more of it tomorrow?” he had asked shyly.

You gave him a warm smile and nodded as you replied, “As you wish.”

Reading time soon became a nightly tradition between the two of you. Soon, you were no longer seated at the foot of the bed but snuggled closely next to each other under the covers. When you finished that book, another took its place. Then another. And another. And even once he became Robin and would leave on nightly patrols, the two of you would find time during the week to read together in some form or another. But it had all started that first night, with that first book.

And now, as you stare deeply into the black void that constituted the Joker’s eyes, you know in the deepest parts of your heart what you truly want. And it is the one thing no one can ever give you.

“You want to know what I truly want, Joker? I want my son back, you son of a bitch! I want Jason Todd!” And with one final squeeze, you feel something snap and his body goes limp.

Taking a few deep, ragged breaths, you stare down at the lifeless form beneath you. You slowly remove your hands from his throat, but it is far too late for that to matter. You sit there, resting on his motionless chest, waiting for it to truly hit you. What you have done, what it will mean, what you have just destroyed. But the horror, the panic, it doesn’t come. You slowly realize that you just don’t care. This vile, heartless monster took Jason away from you and he deserved every single thing you did to him. And even knowing what comes next, you can’t feel sorry. You did what you had to do to make sure Jason was the last person he ever hurt. You did what you knew Bruce would never do, what he would never forgive you from doing. But you don’t care. Because now, your baby can finally be at peace.

As you hear the sirens approaching the warehouse, you stand up, giving the body between your legs one final kick before walking away. Your knuckles are a gory mess and you are sprayed in his blood but there is little you can do about it now. The red and blue lights from the squad cars cast eerie shadows throughout the space as you take one last look around. One last look at freedom.

With a deep breath, you slide open the door and walk out with your hands above your head. Three officers have climbed out of their cars, guns raised. In a strong, steady voice, you announce, “My name is Y/N Wayne and I have just murdered the Joker.”

[whumpingisfun]

OSAF - Chapter 2 - Nowhere to Run

TWs: captivity, strangulation, electrocution, burns, beating, cut skin from blunt force trauma, broken bones (elbow, nose, fingers)

Lian Adams had a normal life until Aaron Strider decided to collect a new toy.

Lian wakes up on his knees, in a cage. Something thin and tight is wrapped around his neck, and he can’t breathe right, the air whistling and wheezing with every gasp. It’s not enough but it’s enough to live on.

His hands scrabble desperately at the thing around his throat and he finds it’s a zip tie, the thin plastic synched tight enough his fingers skim against pulled taut skin, little wrinkles forming as the skin threatens to buckle.

It’s lashed against the thin bars of his cage, and it prevents him from sagging down and lying vertical. He can feel his feet, bound together in a similar fashion, but his hands are left free and he doesn’t know why.

“Good morning, darling.” A warm rich voice snaps through the haze and he stiffens, eyes flicking about the cage and trying to locate the source.

It’s the man from before, from the parking lot, lounging in a chair that looks right out of a high end magazine, hand cradling his chin as he enjoys the view, green eyes amused, a smile softening the edges of the man’s cheekbones and a jawline as sharp as glass. Feathery fluffy red hair falls down in fiery waves, but it’s such a color that Lian can’t tell if it’s dyed or real.

The man is wearing something neat and high end, a crisp white button up, with the long sleeves rolled up to his elbows, neat black slacks and shoes that shine and squeak.

Lian opens his mouth. “W-who—“ he cuts himself off as his throat seizes and he coughs, harshly and the force of it causes him to choke as his head jerks forward.

The man smirks. “Oh, I’m sorry darling did I forget to introduce myself?” He stands up, hands casually tucked inside his pockets without a care for how they crease the slacks as he prowls forward, circling the cage. “Aaron Strider, but you darling, can call me Master.”

Lian shudders. “L-like hell!”

Aaron tsk’s and shakes his head, hand snapping to a panel on the wall to the side of the cage. “I had so hoped you would be good, darling.”

And then he snaps the leaves down, and a shock of electricity runs through the metal bars and Lian screams as plastic melts against his neck and ankles and he seizes, tears frying on his cheeks.

Nowhere in the cage is safe, and just when he’s about to pass out from the pain, the electricity stops. He’s left shaking and shuddering from the phantom shock, wheezing and trying to catch his breath.

He can hear the cage door unlatch and Lian is roughly grabbed by the hair, forced to look up at Aaron’s impassive face. “Now let’s try this again, darling.” His voice is gentle even as his grip is iron. “What is my name?”

“N-nnnn—“ Lian gurgles, shuddering.

“Shhh… it’s over now, I just need one simple thing from you doll, that’s it.” Aaron soothes, hand stroking Lian’s tan cheek. “What is my name?”

Lian flinches, coughing out a whimper.

That hand circles his throat, cutting off his air despite the cooling plastic still too hot to touch. “Wrong answer, darling, I asked you a question.” He sings softly, and then pulls his other hand away, dragging Lian out. “Naughty boys need to be punished for not answering.”

Lian scrambles, breathing hitching. “N-no, s-stop!”

Aaron chuckles. “You don’t make demands, darling. Not anymore.” He boops Lian’s nose before throwing him to the floor. There’s an audible scrape as he picks up something metal and heavy from the cement floor.

Lian is only able to scramble to his knees before the crowbar strikes him across the jaw and upwards, the teeth of the bar cutting across the bridge of his nose and smashing cartilage with an audible crunch. He goes down with a scream, red flowing across the grey tile to collect in the rusty drain.

Overhead, a bare lightbulb flickers, sending shadows sputtering across the floor.

Aaron brings down the crowbar again, smashing into Lian’s exposed elbow as he curls up, covering his face. He screams, shrill and stuttering, petering out into choked wheezes as the bone is transformed into a collection of tiny broken shards. Again and again the crowbar strikes, connecting with his hands which he had curled up around his head and along his back, his exposed ribs and thighs.

By the time Aaron is finally done, the young man is a broken bleeding mess, hands and elbow shattered, ribs bruised and blood spilling out from where skin had been lacerated.

Aaron crouches down, gripping Lian by the hair and pulling him upward. “What do you say, darling?” He asks softly.

Lian keens, shuddering out a sob. “S-stop…”

Aaron gently runs the curled base of the crowbar across Lian’s Adam apple, tapping his jaw as the young man swallows thickly. “Stop… what? What’s missing, darling?”

Lian shudders, breathing hitching. “S-stop… p-please M-Ma-ster—“

Aaron pulls Lian directly into his lap, cooing. “Oh, good boy!” He purrs, hands running through the bloody matted mess that had become Lian’s hair.

Lian shudders, hiccuping on a sob as the man jostles his injuries.

“Shhh… it’s over now, Master’s got you, darling.” Aaron coos, and then picks Lian up in a simple smooth motion, and carries him out of the room, leaving the cage and crowbar behind.