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Once he was a princeā¦
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Coworker
#my art#illustration#fanart#friends at the table#palisade#kalvin brnine#Routine rennari#Cw: implied violence#Cw: implied torture#You thought I couldn't make ācoworkerā sad???#I can make anything sad#fifteen days of fatt#15 days of fatt
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"I know it hurts, I know. You can take it. That's a good whumpee. Good job, shhhh."
#this has been in my head all morning#whump#whump prompt#whumpee#whumpblr#whump writing#whump blog#whump dialogue#intimate whumper#creepy whumper#cw: implied torture
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FERDIBERT
Again? Okay, but it's some hurt. and no comfort.
Sand. Metal. Bile. As his body swayed over the floor, Hubert felt the blistering dryness of his tongue swollen in his throat. The cuffs around his wrists burned into his skin any time he attempted a spell. After the first three days, he'd given up trying to focus on his surroundings. They were the same. Mold growing on rotting vines curling around and up the stone walls. The metal grate of the cell was rusted, but still thick and study. You would need to be rather bulky to rip them off the hinges. Or just know a decent incantation to cause an explosion.
But such an explosion wasn't possible. Not with the guards around him. Not with these damned cuffs. He looked over at the guards, one of them showing off the blood stained dagger in his hand. It was the one from Hubert's boot. The very same one that had given him a lovely souvenir on his side just moments ago.
He'd been there for weeks, not long after a failed mission where his target somehow managed to get the better of him. And he'd come to the conclusion not long after, that he would probably die in here.
Still, better he than her Majesty, he figured. Better he than....
Closing his eyes, he imagined warm, honey gold eyes watching him from across the table. A vibrant smile as they laughed over tea. The shine of the sunset on those long, silken locks. As his mind faded to slumber, all he could hear the final words they'd said to each other.
"Return home swiftly and safely, Hubert. Promise me."
"I will certainly try."
"No. You must promise. Otherwise, you may not step out of this room. Or warp away. Promise me you will return home."
"....Very well. I promise."
He'd lost count of how many days he'd been locked away. He should have been home already. No doubt they were beginning to worry. He was probably sick with it. Knowing him, Ferdinand would be trying to rally a search party by now. A fruitless endeavor, to be sure.
I'm sorry, Hubert thought. I'm sorry for lying to you.
#fe3h#fire emblem three houses#hubert von vestra#ferdinand von aegir#ferdibert#cw: blood#cw: implied torture#angst#hurt/no comfort#though if someone wants to reblog to give this a happy ending feel free
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before you continue, I wanted to give a quick warning to please read the content warnings listed in the tags, if anything listed there disturbs you or makes you uncomfortable, please do not read this
{ INT. CONTAINMENT LABS - HALLWAY }
Cosmos said nothing as he was led through the hallway by Proctor.
He wanted to keep as much distance between him and this strange tailed one as possible, but he feared what would happen if the tailed one thought he was trying to escape.
This one called Proctor had come to his room that morning saying something about how he was āperfectā for answering a question that he had. Cosmos wasnāt sure that question was, but he didnāt really want to ask for fear of it being something dreadful.
Though, he tried not to get his hopes up.
He looked down at the ground for the rest of the walk, but he couldnāt help but look at the long tail that swayed behind the person in front of him.
He wondered about why none of the other ones seemed to have one.
Guess heāll add that to the growing list of questions about this strange furless species.
āāāāāā
{ INT. CONTAINMENT LABS - OUTSIDE THE MENAGERIE }
After a while of walking, they came to a large set of doors that opened down the middle.
It looked like a completely different part of the lab that he hadnāt seen before. It had numerous black doors stacked on top of each other and seemed to extend at least five squares up.
He figured that these must be other rooms, since thatās the only thing that he could think of.
Proctor stepped onto a section in between one of the room and Cosmos followed suit. Almost immediately, the part of the floor underneath them started to float up.
Once it reached the fourth floor, the platform stopped and Proctor stepped off, with Cosmos doing the same. They walked down the elevated walkway until Proctor stopped at a room with the label: āMenagerie B: 454ā. Proctor looked at the door and within a moment, the black door parted to reveal the captive inside.
What he saw almost made him gasp from shock and fright.
Inside the room was a large creature. Itā¦.it looked like a member of the Kin of the Bear. Only it was missing various parts of its fur. Mange came to mind, but he had seen mange and this didnāt look like mange.
Though that wasnāt what drew his attention. There were five thick āvinesā attached to the wall beside it that looked similar to the ones that Samantha had put on him before, but these ones were a dark black and were much thicker. They even appeared to be pumping something into the bear as a soft āthuddingā sound came from them along with an eerie dark magenta glow where it was attached to the skin.
The skin looked a sickly color, like this creature was both a moment away from death but was for some reason still alive. Scars were littered across its body, some looked like claw marks while others looked like whole pieces of its flesh were torn out and healed but didnāt replace the missing flesh.
The stomach of the bear looked bloated and unnatural, as if it had eaten too much. It was completely furless, having dark magenta vein-like markings stretching across it like thin roots from around the stomach where some fur still remained. One area was completely without fur, showing a trail of dark veins stretching up from the stomach to the neck and across the face of the bear.
Both of its ears were torn as if something had tried to rip them off. He could see the metallic chip on its right ear, just like the one that they had given him.
The legs and arms of the bear were chained to the floor with those same transparent bindings that had been used on him before. Not that it seemed like the bear could even attempt to escape. The claws on all limbs seemed to have completely torn out as if theyād been removed completely. Saliva dripped from its maw as its mouth hung open from its cries.
It sounded like every labored breath it took was excruciating.
This thing. It smelled like rot and blood. He could practically feel its pain radiating off of its tortured mass of a body. The fur on his body stood on end as he could only stare at the writhing creature as it let out soft cries of pure agony. A wave of nausea crept up from his stomach to the back of his throat, adding to the sense of sheer discomfort and fear he was already feeling.
A small trail of purplish-red liquid trickled down its face from one of its bloodshot eyes. Almost as if it was crying.
From where he was, he could see that the bearās teeth had all been made flat or were completely missing.
Beside him, Proctor looked down at the pitiful sight.
Proctor: This one was quite a disappointment. *he walked closer to the creature* *his tail flicked dismissively at the creatureās soft pained cries* But, even the disappointments have their uses. Its mind may be insufficient, but its body and blood has proven quite useful. *he kneeled down and in one shift motion, cut with his claw-like finger into the side of the creature, causing a slightly louder cry of pain to emit from it* *a small stream of dark magenta blood flowed from the wound* *he pulled his finger away and looked at the blood before his mouth seemed to slightly open just enough for what looked like a black tongue to slip out and lick the blood away* *he stuck his finger into his mouth and even seem to make a sound of enjoyment like when someone is trying their favorite food* Delicious. *there was a hint of something like sheer pleasure in his voice*
Proctor turned his head to look at the horrified fox.
Proctor: Come here.
Cosmos didnāt move.
Proctor: Did you not hear me? Come here. *he sounded like an annoyed parent trying to make his kid behave*
Cosmos still couldnāt move. His body felt like it was locked in place.
Proctor: *expression changed to what looked like a scowl* Move now, or next time I wonāt bother to knock you out before cutting open that little body of yours.
That snapped Cosmos out of the freeze state of mind, bringing his attention back to the human who was eyeing him down now.
With shaky legs, he began to walk over to where the tailed scientist was.
Proctorās scowl turned to a neutral expression once again upon seeing that Cosmos was doing what he said now. His tail flicked slightly as if beckoning Cosmos closer.
In spite of the waves of discomfort and fear that rested on him like an unwanted heavy blanket, Cosmos couldnāt take his eyes off of the creature before him. He stopped a few feet away from the scientist, he didnāt want to get any closer toā¦ it.
Proctor: This one gave us quite a hard time, you see. *he patted the side the creature* Killed quite a few of my workers before we got him under control. Normally, I wouldāve simply terminated him and be done with it, but that would be such a waste. Itās not often that we manage to get our hands on this big of a specimen. *his face contorted into an imitation of a smile* So, I thought Iād test his limitations. *his eyes filled with what looked like pride* And it turned out better than I could have ever hoped.
Cosmos watched with wide horrified eyes as Proctor casually jabbed his hand back onto the small cut he had made. The creature let out half a shriek as its vocal cords sounded like they were straining to make noise any louder than a soft cry. When he pulled his hand back, it was covered in blood that didnāt look quite right as it looked to be a dark shade of red than normal.
He wasnāt sure why, but he couldnāt pull his gaze away from the no-fur as Proctor licked the blood from his hand. Repulsion and disgust welled up in his stomach at the sight.
Proctor: *quickly finished licking the blood before a sound almost like the purr of a satisfied cat emitted from the two black holes on his face* Delicious indeed~. *he turned to look at the fox yet again* I want to know what you think of it.
Cosmos: what? *his voice was no more than a whisper*
Proctor: Try some. *he said it so casually like he was just offering him an apple*
Cosmosās breathing began to quicken and he looked between the two figures in the room. His full body went stiff as he once again froze in place.
Was he seriously asking him toā¦ eat that?
Without even meaning to, he took a step back. His heart felt like it was trying to break through his ribs and run away from this awful room. He shook his head in disbelief.
Proctor didnāt like that.
Before he could even blink, a mechanical hand shot out from Proctorās lower back, grabbing Cosmosās around his stomach and forcefully bringing him closer. The hand covered the entirely of his stomach and lower back where it had grabbed him. Its grip was tight and unyielding, the cold metal of it sending shivers across his body. Or that couldāve just been the fear.
Proctor stared down at him with those cold gray eyes.
Proctor: And, what makes you think you have a choice? *another mechanical hand came around to hold down one of Cosmosās arms, leaving only one of them free*
With his main hands, Proctor grabbed Cosmosās other arm with a bruising grip, before securely holding his wrist in his other hand. He then moved the hand towards the bleeding wound.
Cosmosās mind screamed at him to stop what was happening, but all he could do was kick his feet in a futile attempt to escape the vice grip of the hands. He could do nothing as his hand was forced closer and closer to the wound.
Warm blood met his hand as it was pressed on top of the wound. He wanted to throw up. He had had blood on his hands before, but never like this. This was nothing like the quick kills he had done when hunting. That was out of necessity, and he always made sure to kill them quickly. But this? This is was justā¦. cruel.
When Proctor pulled his hand away, a few drops of blood dripped from it onto the skin of the creature. He then brought his hand back to show him his blood-soaked palm and fingers.
Proctor looked at him expectantly.
Cosmos looked with terrified eyes at his hand. He felt like he was shaking, but he wasnāt sure if that was really him shaking or the hands maybe. He couldnāt tell.
Proctor made a sound like an annoyed sigh. A hand roughly grabbed his face, angling his chin up and cold fingers forcibly opened his mouth.
Without a moment of hesitation, Proctor shoved Cosmosās hand into his mouth.
The metallic taste of blood coated his tongue. His sharp teeth poked at his hand, but luckily didnāt seem to break the skin. He wanted to gag, but he couldnāt. His widened eyes stared to look at Proctorās cold unblinking eyes.
He knew what Proctor wanted him to do.
Nausea became to climb up from his stomach as he licked the blood from his own hand. He didnāt stop until it felt like his palm was clean.
After a few more moments, Proctor pulled the hand from Cosmosās mouth, who gasped in barely hidden relief. Blood was still smeared around his mouth, but he paid no mind to it at that moment. His hand was covered in small traces of blood as well as his own saliva, but he was too shocked to even feel disgusted by it.
Proctor: Well?
Cosmos looked down at the ground, his vision was blurry from the welled up tears. He coughed indignantly as he breathed heavily.
He composed himself enough to speak as to not anger the tailed one further.
Cosmos: Itās *his voice sounded rough* ā¦.fine. *shame and nausea whirled inside his stomach and mind like a whole school of fish fresh out of water* *he felt so ashamed and sick and disgusting and he just wanted to leave and never return to this cursed room*
Proctor hummed at his answer.
Proctor: Good enough.
āāāāāā
A little while later, Cosmos was thrown back into his cell. He had barely registered anything the whole way back, his mind still reeling from what he had been forced to do.
He was sure that he had vomited at some point, he couldnāt recall. Though, he could taste the bile in his mouth, the only real proof that that had happened.
He weakly crawled over to the corner of the room opposite of the bed and curled into a little ball.
āāāāāā
Part 8 :1
ā¦ā¦ā¦
Cosmos: This is the worst day of my life.
Proctor: The worst day of your life so far.
Previous: Part 7
Next: Part 9
#woodnote#woodnote main story#chapter 1#part 8#Cosmos#Proctor#the chimera who was once a kin of the bear#cw: body horror#cw: torture#cw: implied torture#cw: blood#cw: forced cannibalism#cw: cannibalism#again it is forced on the character#cw: dissection#its mentioned#cw: vomit#character mentions it
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Villain?
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pintrest
I still have my set like this. I like newer toys of course, but the craftsmanship as gone down for sure.
Oh when I bring out this kit you should see the fear in their eyes. It flays skin from flesh, and rips flesh from bone so well.
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your muse finds Mattheo on the brink of death. The asshole still tries to make jokes, and STILL TRIES to be flirty while your muse is in tears/in a panic, trying to keep them alive until the healers come. However, it's not looking great for him. And he knows that.
His situation either being the result of his father going too far, or Mattheo crossed paths with the villain by accident. (If Hogwarts verse - maybe an unforgivable curse has been used.)
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Pirate Whump
the brig!! thrown in there and forgotten while saltwater seeps through and drenches whumpee constantly leaving them coughing and miserable
lack of sleep, forced to be on duty for hours at a time
smacking whumpee to the deck with a blow that leaves their eyes watering.
scrubbing the deck until their hands are scraped and bleeding. their arms and back ache so badly that when they stand up, they immediately double over.
flogging for minor mistakes. the humiliation of having their shirt ripped away and the stabbing, sharp pain of the cat o'nine tails on their skin is enough to break down the most stoic of the crew
collapsing on deck. in general. fainting. nausea. suddenly light headed and woozy from blood loss
falling to the deck on hands and knees and scraping them on the rough, worm-eaten wood
hostage situations on āfriendlyā terms. whumpee can wander around on deck and maybe they even joke around with some of the pirates. but the minute they try to escape, thereās a sweeping blade at their throat and someone roughly manhandling them to the captains quarters to be ādealt withā
being made an example of for misconduct is often extreme and cruel. there are no laws on the high seas
the damage left by the opposing sideās cannon fire? timber embedded in limbs, gaping wounds, and formerly brave sailors curling up in fetal positions to try and protect themselves
a captain whumper who calls their prisoner whumpee ādarlingā in the most derogatory way possible.
emergency first aid being applied hurriedly and with unskilled hands.bandages made from old shirts, amputations done unabashedly and crew mates being carried back fireman style to their ship.
ābite down on thisā and ādonāt lookā as they cut away a damaged limb, multiple crew members holding whumpee down
mer whumpeesā caught and put on a leash so theyāre dragged along the side of the boat. sometimes they pull whumpee up and āhave a bit of funā as whumpee thrashes and gasps for air.
captain whumpee found stranded on an island by an opposing captain. theyāre ātaken care ofā by being humiliated and beaten, laughed at, and forced to be the cabin boy
#pirate whump#whump#whump writing#whumpblr#whump prompt#whump community#whump ideas#whump prompts#whump scenario#fantasy whump#cw amputation#cw violence#cw imprisonment#cw implied abuse#cw torture#mer whumpee#mer whump#cw blood#cw hostage situation#cw flogging#cw whipping#cw humiliation#let me know if i missed any tags
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Your story is changing.
#cw eyestrain ?#cw implied torture#my art#mcsm radar#mcsm fanart#quick thing cause i think abt this scene A LOT !!
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on the same page
a normal qlandduo convo :)
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Critical sass levels.
#my stuff#cw blood#implied torture#a mean sassy unhinged bitch#heās so dramatic#š©¶#carnival au#carnival!jax#the amazing digital carnival#tadc#the amazing digital circus#tadc jax#jax#shitpost
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Cassian is NOT having a good time under Imperial's interrogation š«
(the full art is nsfvv and very heavy on noncon hence the crop, but if anyone is interested in seeing the whole thing I'll try uploading it on ao3)
#my art#fanart#nsft#implied nsft#uuuhhhh#cw: noncon#cw: implied noncon#cassian andor#andor#star wars andor#i finally got to draw noncon cassian..... and it was glorious. im sorry sad wet cat but it is my every fav's duty to be tortured extensively
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Dude... What the flip...
Gets more torturey under here vvv
amehell at the mercy of these two. ame abused girlfriend. cute :3
#hetalia#hetalia england#hetalia france#hetalia america#FrUsUk#alfred f jones#arthur kirkland#francis bonnefoy#FrUs#UkUs#KILL HIM HARDER!!!#cw stabbing#cw bruises#cw blood#cw kidnapping#ig. implied#tw stabbing#tw blood#cw tooth pulling#how do i tag a. nails through forearms cw#tw violence#guro#cw guro#yay yay yay this one was so fun yay I love ame torture#anon idk if you meant literal torture or metaphorical torture. im guessing literal.#myart
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LOYALTY (PART 4/?)
#madness combat#madcom#2bdamned#2bhank#phobos madness combat#doc madness combat#madness combat comic#cw blood#cw torture#implied. but still
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Killer purrs when he take care of others.
LET ME COOK WAIT!
He knows that other beings fear him; humans, monsters, no one in their right mind would let their guard down around a being like Killer (someone with an indecipherable soul).
However, there are creatures who submit to his hands, who accept his most delicate caress - even though these same creatures are aware of his volatile personality, knowing that Killer can tear them to shreds and step on their remains as if they were nothing.
But they persist in remaining in his arms, welcoming Killer's rare affection in their most vulnerable state.
And Killer, fascinated by, perhaps, this naivety, does not contain the light purr that resonates through his vertebrae.
Ooh thatās both interesting and kinda cute. Iād imagine heād be both fascinated and curious about this, and would instinctively want to test how far this trustānaviety, I supposeāwould go.
Would they stay even if he makes them cry, makes them bleed, makes them shake and tremble. Makes them afraid. Perhaps even breaks some limbs here and there. Would they stay if he tells them he still thinks theyāre beautiful.
Of course, if he ever actually acts on these urges depends. Perhaps heās enjoying taking care of something rather than destroying it all the timeāperhaps knowing that they know that he could (and one day will, someday somehow, he thinks itās inevitable) and is choosing not to is enough.
Although, if heās still with Nightmare and if he thinks it comes more from naivety than trust in himāthe ānaiveā belief that heās somewhere deep down a āgood personā or a person at allāthere may even be an element of amusement and perhaps even contempt, as if looking down on that person even as he takes care of them. Kinda like with Swap.
{ @qin-qin16 }
#howlsasks#qin-qin16#cw dehumanisation#cw conditioning#utmv#sans au#killer sans#sans aus#killer!sans#undertale au#killertale#killertale sans#undertale something new#something new sans#something new au#undertalesomethingnew#bad sanses#bad sans gang#nightmareās gang#nightmares gang#utmv headcanons#utmv hc#killer x reader#reader x killer#utmv x reader#cw implied violence#cw implied torture
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