#cw talks of torture

[ahbeduo]

[whump-in-the-closet]

Five Types of Living Weapon Whumpees

The guard dog -> loyalty has been ingrained into their bones, following their handler around like their shadow. No one dares stand against the organization because of the legendary dread surrounding this living weapon. They hardly say a word but every movement is calculated, eyes always darting, always watching. (“You always were their lapdog.”)

The loose cannon -> dangerous for both sides. Always talking back and never predictable, their value is dependent on their skill. If it wasn’t for that, they’d be dead a long time ago. Their loyalty is earned, not bought. No one wants to be on their bad side, walking on tip toe whenever they show up. And they enjoy it. (“What’s everyone looking at? Aren’t you happy to see me? I even brought my rifle!”)

The broken down -> most common type of whumpee I’ve seen. They’ve been overpowered and forced into the commission. They hate their handler more than anything else but see no way out. When they’re told to shoot, they don’t even blink. It’s always “yes, sir” this and “yes, sir” that. If they feel any sympathy, they don’t show it. They’ll do anything to avoid punishment and flinch at quick movements. Nothing they face on the field is worse than the cards they’ve been dealt. (“I understand, sir/ ma’am. I-I’m sorry.”)

The dissenter -> Usually recruited into the organization or joined as a last ditch option. Not necessarily against using their abilities or skill, they just hate being told what to do. As time goes on and their disobedience is punished over and over again, they grow reluctant. Bitter. With every order, they slip in a snarky comment. Roll their eyes. Anything to assert their own identity. Or what’s left of it. (“ah ah ah, you didn’t think i’d notice? The middle finger was a bit much. I’m afraid it will have to go.”)

The ghost in the machine -> known only by their codename by outsiders and by their number in the organization, they’ve been stripped of all humanity. They live, breathe, and think by their handlers orders. They’ve been told over and over again that they are just a weapon. And a weapon does what it’s told. Their anonymity is attached to the organization in the same way a gun is simply an extension of their arm. But at night they still stare up at the ceiling with a blank stare— did they ever a life before this? They can’t remember. (“It’s not like it’s a person. It doesn’t have feelings like that.”)

[14dayswithyou]

no way you dropped the biggest river lore in the tags and moved on like it was nothing 😭 can i ask if this is still your intentions with him? bc it sounds like you changed your mind halfway 🤔

im ngl though i really enjoy how ren and river are similar and different to each other, but does that mean river would hurt his angel but leave our friends alone the same way ren would never hurt his angel but would unalive all of our friends? since they're suppose to be each other opposites. i really hope this makes sense 😬 my final question is what is ren doing on thursday? i want to go on a cute pier date again 🩷🌸

@secretkoa asked: and can i hear more about what unsent memory is suppose to be about or is that off limits? idk if i asked this in my previous question so ignore me if i did! thank yuo and remember to drink lots of water 🐸🌱

⌞♥⌝ For those who haven't seen the original post, I want to quickly clarify once more that while River was originally my OC, he's since been picked up and revamped by my friend Jesse/@unsentmemory!!

However, now that Jesse has stepped away from the yandere community, River's fate (and da fate of Unsent Memories) has kinda been put on the sidelines for the foreseeable future.

‼️ Massive Unsent Memories and River spoilers under the cut ‼️ CW for: mentions of gore, torture, mutilation, self-harm, etc.

With all of that being said, yes, Jesse's original intention for River was for him to be your standard "serial killer-turned-yandere once he accidentally catches feelings for his latest victim (Bunny)". The only main difference is that I originally planned for River to be a generic murderer first, whereas Jesse had him become a yandere right off the bat.

You also asked to know more about Unsent Memories, and I think giving a general synopsis(?) would be fine?? ^^ But basically... After getting involved in a car accident, Bunny wakes up with amnesia and gets tricked into thinking that this random guy — whom they've never met before — is their loving, supportive boyfriend named River. In turn, he convinces Bunny that staying in their shared home would be more beneficial than staying in the hospital as it might rekindle some old memories, he'd be able to take care of them, and it would be easier for them to recover at their own pace. But surprise!! River is actually a frequent patron at the Murderer Motel™ and now has trapped Bunny in his Torture Basement®!!! <3 He also maaaay or may not've been the one who hit them with Ren's car as well... ^^ Oopsie daisy hehe

And yeah!! Similar to what you've said, River was also supposed to share (somewhat of) a narrative foil with Ren!! I personally wanted them both to have similar, complimenting vibes with each other — all while having completely different/separate motives and incentives when it comes to the object of their affection. I'm glad to see it was conveyed well enough; even after Jesse's additions to River's characterisation :3 I know I already shared some examples in the previous tags, but I can share a few more:

Where Ren puts Angel's feelings and opinions above his own, River purposefully ignores Bunny's and does everything for his own personal benefit. Essentially, "I'm doing this for you" vs "I'm doing this for me".

While Ren would never dream about harming Angel in any capacity, he's perfectly happy to kidnap, extort, torture, and kill everyone else... In contrast to River, who's accustomed to torturing and brutalising others for his own twisted enjoyment and sees it as a way to show his interest in Bunny.

Kinda silly how Ren claims to be a freelance programmer (but is actually a hacker) and how River claims to work at a music shop (it's a coverup for his second torture chamber lmaoooo).

[CW: implications of SH] Ren is willing to go as far as mentally and physically hurting himself if Angel asks him to, whereas River is willing to physically mutilate Bunny if it means keeping them by his side. [end CW]

With that being said, you can assume that Ren is easily swayed by Angel's words, opinions, and emotions, whereas River can easily sway and manipulate Bunny due to his own feelings and emotions.

This is something I've actually mentioned before, but Ren always prefers things to be tidy, so he often cleans himself up after disposing of his victims. Compared to River, who casually wears the bloodstains with pride and blames it on getting a bit rough with someone else during a boxing match.

It's no secret that Ren is willing to change every aspect of himself to earn Angel's love, and River is willing to change his serial killer ways to return Bunny's love. Da power of friendship and repressed childhood memories gksdgjh T_T /silly

Ren pretends to be a Normal Guy© with tons of empathy to spare, whereas River pretends to be a Regular Person℗ with the heart of a himbo.

I could go on but you get da point lol

So, yeah!! This is essentially the vibes we had planned for River (and Unsent Memories) before Jesse stepped down /pos ^^ I feel like talking vaguely about UM is fine since River only has a small cameo in 14DWY — and I'm sure that if Jesse ever returns from war (/silly), they'll give River muuuuch more justice than I possibly can :3c

[tubbytarchia]

So I think my perception of Grian's reasoning for enabling the horrible Jimmy ecosystem and also my perception of his character as a whole has been turned on its head completely and I feel really bad for him after watching Kingdom of Valor and it's like bad roleplay but it's. it's done things to me and I've never ever felt this much for Grian not even in my sadboy Grian Desert Duo phase. I don't know what to do about this

SA word under cut

Episodes 6 and 10 (like the entirety of it) for context. :( . :(. But like major warning if you watch those episodes, especially 10, because um they didn't use any disclaimers

[yanoverload]

"please... no...." beau's voice was shaking almost as much as his body as he coward away from the farm hand. he could see behind the man's shoulder you were standing there. beau quickly scrambled under the man's grasp towards you, eyes wet as he desperately clawed for you.

you looked down at him and he started to smile before he noticed the slightly annoyed look in your eye. why.... why were you looking at him like that?

"hel-help...? me....?"

you crouched down in front of him, a fake reassuring smile on your lips. "i'm helping you."

you let out a little sigh as you looked at the stump where his leg had been. "i know this hurts. i know it hurts so much..."

you grabbed his face and pulled him to look deep into your eyes. he felt so sick but your touch on his chin felt so comforting, he couldn't help but lean into it. you gently brushed some of his hair back before petting behind his ear.

"i don't want you to run away..."

"i won't!"

"you did. when are you going to decide im the enemy too? when are you going to decide that you don't want to be my pretty cow?"

"i won't -i wo-"

you pull his ear taught, watching his eyes get teary and dizzy as you put in your farm's ear tag.

"please please please-"

his words became background noise as you gesture your farm hands to drag him back to the table. he starts to cry and scream and thrash. more farm hands come and hold him still while another administers a tranquilizer. his body quickly gets too heavy to fight and his eyes start to close... but he can still hear your voice.

"this time secure him like i told you to. i don't want anymore bodies and certainly don't want my prize bleeding out everywhere."

"yes sir, I'm sorry."

"i changed my mind about the arms. i want it above the elbow. and-"

what horrors await him when he wakes up

I almost felt bad, but then I saw how scrumptious it was written and forgot about it.

Besides, he ripped his sister apart with only his hands.

Hypocrite much?

THANK U FOR THE MEAL!!!

[stiffyck]

Convex au where cub is a crazy scientist and scar is his insane best friend who goes along with whatever cub comes up with. Hes like a willing test subject for cub.

Cub comes to scar asking if he'd let him hammer in a few nails in his spine and scar is immediately on board.

Absolutely no regard for safety. Both of them are insane.

[stagesofkiller]

no more sexy time. one of the gang thinks they’re agreeing to have sex with killer but instead he experiments on them and they fucking die. multiple times probably

[cervinae-canine]

You know how it is. Just two normal people talking during their normal work normally

Proships DNI

Reblogs > Likes

(also me rambling in the tags)

[sgt-tombstone]

immortality anon back with more nonsense! okay so in The Old Guard, whenever a new immortal dies for the first time, the others start dreaming about them also i'm assuming that the healing factor doesn't kick in until you die for the first time (correct me if i'm wrong, maybe you know more about this) what if soap was the first immortal of the group and then started dreaming about a man who was buried "alive" (aka simon gets trapped in an unpleasant cycle of suffocation and resurrection until he gets out of the coffin)

Yes yes yes, everything about this!

Simon Riley has felt extraordinary, immeasurable pain in his life, from his father, from the military, from Roba, but it is nothing like the pain of being buried alive. His lungs ache, both from screaming and, later, from holding his breath, trying to conserve as much oxygen as possible once he’d realized that no one could hear him. His muscles scream in protest as he pushes against the metal nails of the coffin and six feet of sandy dirt on top of him. His fingernails and fingertips are raw and bloody, worn down to the bone in some places, and yet… the wood is still intact. He hasn’t even made a dent.

The jawbone that he finds helps, as long as he refuses to think about where it came from, who it belonged to, what he’s laying on, and finally, finally the wood starts to splinter.

It’s not enough. He suffocates seventeen minutes later.

And then he wakes up, jawbone still in hand, his lungs aching for a breath he can’t take, and he starts where he left off. It must be a nightmare, a delusion gifted to him by his quickly fading mind. He needs air, needs freedom, needs a blue sky above him and a breeze against his skin. He has to keep going, no matter how many times he nods off or falls unconscious.

In the comics, it takes him thirteen hours to differentiate himself out of Vernon’s coffin. I wonder how long it would’ve taken if he’d been stuck in a torturous cycle of death and rebirth, his muscles getting increasingly weaker each time, the lack of oxygen shortening his life with every round. Days, perhaps, or weeks. Long enough for Johnny to find where he’d been buried, to be waiting for him when he emerges from the dirt, lungs straining and eyes hazy, questions on the tip of his tongue, and Johnny has answers (Simon doesn’t necessarily like the answers, but they’re answers all the same)

Anyway, the part about all of this that I’m most intrigued about is the dreams themselves, because they’re not just of what the new immortal is going through right now, they’re flashes of details of the new immortal’s life leading up to their death. Which begs the question: what would Johnny see in his dreams about Simon, and what would stop him from storming Roba’s compound then and there?

[baldurs-gate-official]

Thinking about Astarion and trauma again (shocking)

He really is the first character I've seen that depicts PTSD/C-PTSD the way he does. He's angry. He's collecting the pieces of himself he had to chip away over the years and figuring out how to fit them back together again, and it's hard.

I rarely see good PTSD rep in media (and C-PTSD is even less depicted/understood). And when I do, it's always the soft pitiable side of it. The side of it that's more palatable and easy to accept. But the reality is that the trauma that stems from such abuse can be vicious, and messy. It can lash out and push people away. Bring out the worst in you, at times. It can be so, so angry.

I love that we see that in Astarion. Both because it's good representation, and because I'm a survivor too. I'm angry. I'm upset. I want to kick and scream about it, but I can't. I feel like I must always remain in control, or that displaying those feelings will only hurt those around me and push them away. I don't want that. I don't want to hurt others or be alone.

Seeing Astarion do those things, being angry and messy over it all... It makes me so happy. He says things to Cazador I wish I could say to my own abusers, with no regard to how others perceive it. He doesn't hold back. And I get to see a character with a very similar kind of trauma do/say the things I only dream about, and not be abandoned for it. He's given the chance to heal and grow as a person, and feel loved. He gets to have a happy ending.

And he gets to be mad. And that's ok.

[supersuperdupersecretnerd]

Oh my God, this lore is so dark what

So Urbanshade can include 'making deals with Satan' and 'kidnapping and torturing an ACTUAL ANGEL' to their list of crimes, huh.

[whump-in-the-closet]

dialogue prompts for traitor whumpees

(cws in tags)

the betrayed:

"What are you doing? Why did you lock...why did you lock the door?"

"No! Stop, you can't do this!"

"You don't have to do this."

"I thought I could trust you."

"When I get out of this-- when, not if-- when I get out, you're going to wish you were dead."

"Fucker. I always knew you were trouble. No one else listened, did they? They took in your sob story and swallowed it whole."

"Oh, you're sorry? You're sorry? Why don't you run back to your master like the dog you are?"

"Fuck off."

"I don't want to hear it. I don't!"

"We should have never trusted you. We should have never helped you."

"You're going to regret this, I promise you."

the betrayer:

"I'm...so sorry."

"Its for your own good."

"This was the only way, you don't understand."

"I'm sorry-- I had to, they forced me-- please, please forgive me."

"This would be much easier for you if you just held still."

"Oh? Are the handcuffs a little tight? Do they pinch? My bad, let me just cut off your circulation here."

"This is very satisfying, I have to admit. And just the tiniest bit humorous."

"Someone gag them. They never know when to shut up."

"You really should have known better."

"Why on earth did you think I ever needed your help?"

"It was me or you, old friend. And I really prioritize survival over any relationship."

"It's nothing personal. It just had to be done."

"I may regret this, I may not. At least I'll be alive to regret it."

"You don't understand what they did to me. You will though. Soon."

"Oh shut up, this isn't even the worst part."

"I had no idea some of the most brilliant minds in the world were so... gullible."

"God, you lot were stupid. You...followed me into a basement. Seriously, what is up with that?"

[thebusylilbee]

THE JEWS OF IRAQ

by Naeim Giladi

Courtesy The Link, Volume 31, Issue 2, April-May 1998

I write this article for the same reason I wrote my book: to tell the American people, and especially American Jews, that Jews from Islamic lands did not emigrate willingly to Israel; that, to force them to leave, Jews killed Jews; and that, to buy time to confiscate ever more Arab lands, Jews on numerous occasions rejected genuine peace initiatives from their Arab neighbors. I write about what the first prime minister of Israel called "cruel Zionism." I write about it because I was part of it.

Of course I thought I knew it all back then. I was young, idealistic, and more than willing to put my life at risk for my convictions. It was 1947 and I wasn't quite 18 when the Iraqi authorities caught me for smuggling young Iraqi Jews like myself out of Iraq, into Iran, and then on to the Promised Land of the soon-to-be established Israel.

I was an Iraqi Jew in the Zionist underground. My Iraqi jailers did everything they could to extract the names of my co-conspirators. Fifty years later, pain still throbs in my right toe-a reminder of the day my captors used pliers to remove my toenails. On another occasion, they hauled me to the flat roof of the prison, stripped me bare on a frigid January day, then threw a bucket of cold water over me. I was left there, chained to the railing, for hours. But I never once considered giving them the information they wanted. I was a true believer.

My preoccupation during what I refer to as my "two years in hell" was with survival and escape. I had no interest then in the broad sweep of Jewish history in Iraq even though my family had been part of it right from the beginning. We were originally Haroons, a large and important family of the "Babylonian Diaspora." My ancestors had settled in Iraq more than 2,600 years ago-600 years before Christianity, and 1,200 years before Islam. I am descended from Jews who built the tomb of Yehezkel, a Jewish prophet of pre-biblical times. My town, where I was born in 1929, is Hillah, not far from the ancient site of Babylon.

The original Jews found Babylon, with its nourishing Tigris and Euphrates rivers, to be truly a land of milk, honey, abundance-and opportunity. Although Jews, like other minorities in what became Iraq, experienced periods of oppression and discrimination depending on the rulers of the period, their general trajectory over two and one-half millennia was upward. Under the late Ottoman rule, for example, Jewish social and religious institutions, schools, and medical facilities flourished without outside interference, and Jews were prominent in government and business.

As I sat there in my cell, unaware that a death sentence soon would be handed down against me, I could not have recounted any personal grievances that my family members would have lodged against the government or the Muslim majority. Our family had been treated well and had prospered, first as farmers with some 50,000 acres devoted to rice, dates and Arab horses. Then, with the Ottomans, we bought and purified gold that was shipped to Istanbul and turned into coinage. The Turks were responsible in fact for changing our name to reflect our occupation-we became Khalaschi, meaning "Makers of Pure."

I did not volunteer the information to my father that I had joined the Zionist underground. He found out several months before I was arrested when he saw me writing Hebrew and using words and expressions unfamiliar to him. He was even more surprised to learn that, yes, I had decided I would soon move to Israel myself. He was scornful. "You'll come back with your tail between your legs," he predicted.

About 125,000 Jews left Iraq for Israel in the late 1940s and into 1952, most because they had been lied to and put into a panic by what I came to learn were Zionist bombs. But my mother and father were among the 6,000 who did not go to Israel. Although physically I never did return to Iraq-that bridge had been burned in any event-my heart has made the journey there many, many times. My father had it right.

[...]

[la-muerta]

I'm actually also really curious what the English translation of "人彘" (rén zhì) was for this part because as far as I know there's no English word for it. It's basically the process of cutting off a person's hands and feet, gouging out their eyes, filling their ears with molten metal, cutting off their tongue and feeding them herbs that destroy their vocal chords, and then stuffing them inside a huge chamber pot. The process also sometimes includes shaving off all their hair including their eyelashes.

....yeah. 😬

[idiot-mushroom]

You want the type of peace where people don’t have to suffer or die for unrighteousness things

Or like the drama of someone wicked being brought down to size

i mean yeah i think? like wars are disgusting and are for world leader that don’t know how to do there job and act like toddlers. if you’re a world leader and can’t come to a civil and distinguished decision with another world leader, and someone needs to die for your inability of a good conclusion? then you’re bad at your job and should never be allowed to be so high ranked. i think unruly and unjust murder and torture is disturbing and disrespectful and should have the highest consequences in any right. don’t even talk to me about rape and shit like that, that is the highest offense, how can you look at someone, another human person, a being with a soul and heart, someone’s baby, someone’s lover, someone’s wife, husband, niece, nephew, child, spouse, and just disgrace and defile them?

what i want though? more petty bitch fights. i hate when it gets boring. humans are made to bruise, be passionate, to bicker. i am certainly not one to get rid of such a beautiful thing. i live to hearing rumors and stories curled and twisted and broken. my school doesn’t get many fights, more just the rumors and verbal affairs, but the real juicy stuff?? that rlly makes me feel alive. don’t get me wrong, i’m a hypocrite that won’t sully my own hands, but i would love for someone to fight at my school, hair ripping, bloody noses, abrasions, and black eyes. i’m all for it.

but i draw the line at death, at lacerations, sexual threats or pointing out people’s skin tone or ethnicity or religion, sexuality, gender, sex, just to win an argument. i have standards.

[ikkaku-of-heart]

Ikkaku's Scars Headcanon

Not sure if I've ever made an official headcanon about it, but Ikkaku has several scars. They're faint and well-healed thanks to Law's medical skills, but they are visible if you look closely. There are two sets of scars that are the most significant/memorable:

The ones on her back are from when she was captured and tortured by some of Joker's henchmen. Law and the Hearts thankfully rescued her, and after much healing, she was able to get a new narwhal tattoo (the old one got ruined by the lashings) to cover the ones on the right side of her back. She's not ashamed of these scars and will tell anyone who asks about how her amazing captain saved her and fixed her up, and they're a sign she survived a hellish ordeal.

The other most notable scar is on her left side, just under her breast. She got it from her oldest brother, Commodore Ushi of the Marines. It was during the time when Law was a shichibukai, so the Hearts were supposed to be under the World Government's protection. Instead, Ushi decided to gain the Celestial Dragons' favor by capturing and returning Jean Bart to Saint Rosward, and Ikkaku fought him to protect her crewmate. She got stabbed in the side for her troubles. Ikkaku nearly bled out and Law had to replace her spleen and left kidney. She doesn't like to talk about this scar as much, as she feels guilty about the circumstances and how Jean Bart could have been sold back into slavery because of her fucked up family feud. This scar is not covered by any tattoos, however, and is more visible than most others as it's the freshest.