#verse: captive

[lilacevans]

𝑜ℎ, 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦, 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒… 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑.

— pete’s place🤎

[aelswiths]

I'd wanna be next to you Right next to you Next to you

- Die With A Smile (by Lady Gaga & Bruno Mars)

[captaindamianos]

People should start putting Laurent's little magic tricks into fanfic more, especially modern AUs. Just casually pulling a coin from behind Damen's ear in bed. He can and should be a bit cringefail at it but this should be more of a thing™

[crystal-verse]

currently just rotating g'raha in my head. . . thinking about the crystal exarch and especially the shb concept art for him and how flowy the robes are in that art. i have a silly little idea of, what if his robes are all extra flowy and billowy while in the crystarium because of his connection to the Tower somehow, but the further he gets from it the more weighed down by gravity the robes get

[soulfulempathy]

@huyaoxiaozi

"Yuki?"

At the sound of his name, Yuki turned. An older man stood a block away, a man that seemed...vaguely familiar. His name was on the tip of Yuki's tongue, but he mentally flinched away from the sharp spike of pain in his temple. Like barbed wire on a fence, protecting whatever was inside...or protecting whatever was out.

"My god...you're alive," the man continued, taking a few steps closer. However, when Yuki drew back like a stray animal to an outstretched hand, the man stopped. He looked Yuki over with sad eyes that made Yuki grind his teeth.

"Who are you?" Yuki demanded.

"What happened to you?" the man countered, shaking his head slowly. "You look just like your father."

This stopped Yuki short. Like his father? Isen? No...someone else, someone whose face was blurry, distorted. Yuki's hands clenched at his sides.

"I don't know you," he said coldly.

"What did he do to you, son?"

Yuki's heart thumped loudly against his chest and he took another step back. The longer he looked at the man, the more something prodded at his mind, something that plagued his dreams often. Headlights, tires screeching, screams. Yuki shut his eyes hard.

"Come with me," the man begged. "There's something you should see."

Curse his curiosity, but Yuki had to know. And what he found changed everything.

He'd stumbled out of the police station, gasping for air, and when the detective put his hand on his shoulder, he broke out into a run. He ran until he couldn't anymore, finally stopping in an alley with his hand on the brick. And when he pressed his forehead to it, he realized he wasn't alone.

Maybe if he'd been on his game, he would've escaped. He would've killed them all. Still, though Yuki did damage to the men, he was knocked unconscious. And the next thing he knew, his arms were bound to a pole pressing against his back, his ankles tied together with rope. Not a soul was in the room.

He wasn't sure how much time passed. His mouth and throat ached with thirst. Pangs of hunger stabbed into his stomach for awhile, until they turned into clenching pain, nausea. It didn't matter. Most of the time, Yuki wasn't in his body. He was floating on the ceiling, watching a car crash over and over, seeing dark eyes he knew so well, being ushered to a black car. He remembered a warehouse much like this one, damp and dark, where his father -- where Isen had pushed him to his limits until he was a sobbing heap on the ground. Until his memories disappeared, until he became the perfect, obedient weapon. Until he was broken.

The door creaked open and a taller Chinese man entered. Yuki gave him a skeptical look and resisted the urge to back away as much as he could. For the first time, Yuki spoke, his voice rough as sandpaper.

"Your hospitality is terrible."

[diverse-hearts-ocs]

@whimsiegoth asked for a Starter

Something really must be wrong with him if he could sit there and think about how this situation could be so much worse. Afterall, being locked up with nothing to do wasn't anything new to him, so although he was stuck staring at the same four walls, that wasn't what was currently bugging him - it was the fact that this was beginning to seem...fine? Like, was he actually over reacting? At least here, he was safe. He wasn't being hurt, he wasn't having to deal with anything or anyone dangerous. He was basically just a normal person here - well as normal as he ever was. Sighing, he reached into his pocket and pulled out the one bell that he'd managed to recreate this far. He wasn't even sure if it would work on Prudence, she wasn't human, and that tended to make the ability weaker or ineffective.

But, the thing actually holding him back from trying, was that nagging feeling in the back of his mind that told him of how insane it was to want to return to that hell that was his home in the first place - wouldn't Yumeno understand?

[gallowsheart]

❝ did you just ‘’oh, damn‘’ yourself? ❞

@alwaysxinxtrouble

To be honest, Jesse didn't always pay attention to the shit that came out of his mouth. He'd been talking to himself for years before anyone but his brothers were there to actually listen. He kind of had to, since there wasn't anyone else around for miles. He'd been working in the butcher shop with Jed since he was old enough to help out, and he worked the counter more often than not so he could chat with the customers-- an aspect of the job that Jed tolerated a little and Abram not at all, making Jesse the best man for the job. These days, though, the three of them were taking it in turns to stay on the ranch and keep an eye on Robin. None of them trusted the twins alone with her.

He kept up a running commentary while they worked together on the old tractor in the shed. The thing hadn't worked for years, and while Jed might have been able to get it running, he didn't have the time. Robin was good at that sort of thing, and she'd been able to get farther with it than Jesse could have on his own. Oh, damn! might have slipped out when he'd finally managed to piece a particularly difficult part back together, but he had to pause a moment and think back over the last few things he'd said, finally chuckling when he realized she was right.

"Why, yes ma'am, I did. Good to give yourself a little credit now and then." Who else was going to do it? Jed wasn't a big one for compliments, Abram barely spoke, and the twins were, well-- them. He straightened and stretched, his back aching from being contorted over the machine for so long. Frankly, she could have clocked him with one of the heavy wrenches and tried to run at any time that day. None of them bothered to bind her wrists or ankles anymore, not even Jed.

[sweetfirebird]

This book has ~everything~

traditional Stefon book pimping post

D/s as a metaphor for kingship or whatever

destiny

an Easter egg of the standard R. Cooper variety

shitty parents getting what they deserve

quietly obsessed with each other MCs

a fun loss of virginity ritual

porridge! so much fucking porridge!

heraldry

robin hood meets lion in winter vibes

field surgery

there was only one bed (not really)

embroidery!

A Suitable Captive - December 26th

[bellecourageuse]

Wish!Belle who was rescued by the Charmings when they defeated the Evil Queen and who set out to find Rumplestiltskin, unaware that he has been in the Charmings' captivity all this time.

Wish!Belle who is a leather-clad adventuress who helped many people along the way but never forgot about her goal, never gave up hope that she would find Rumple, even though it's been years and all the stories she hears about him, little traces of his presence, they all date back to before she was rescued by the Charmings.

Wish!Belle who eventually finds Wish!Rumple and is horrified by the idea that the Charmings and dwarfs and the Blue Fairy (she did hear some bad things about the Fairy, though, on her adventures, so this is not as surprising, not to mention there was no love lost between her and Rumple back when Belle was his maid), the people who are meant to be good and all, would not only lock someone up like that and just... leave them there to rot away in solitude but also lie to her about not knowing where he was (so they didn't forget about him, they left him there on purpose).

Wish!Belle who develops a relationship with Wish!Rumple while still being an adventuress and never ceasing to amaze Wish!Rumple with her sharp mind, kind soul and the ability to save a village, reunite True Love and make delightful pies for tea time and all of that by 5 o'clock

OR

Wish!Belle who finds Wish!Rumple at any point between him being released by Regina and his would-be death and quickly makes him forget all his villainous plans (because really his whole plan to make everyone alone and unhappy forever was about his own loneliness and unhappiness)

Just...

Wish!Belle and all the opportunities the writers missed.

[inevitablemoment]

June of Doom Day 12 - "It's No Use" (Locked Door)

For @juneofdoom

Word Count: 525

Warnings: False imprisonment, kidnapping, mentions of drugging and physical assault, praying

Fandom: The Frighteners

Pairings: Frank Bannister/Lucy Lynskey

Yet another sneak peek of the whumpy Frighteners fic. I finished this at 11 pm on Sunday night, so I might tweak it a bit when I actually get to writing the fic.

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"Seth? Seth?!"

Lucy's eyes were burning with tears as she looked at the now-empty crib.

She didn't know how this could have happened.

She remembered laying Seth down in the crib before-- before whatever Amy and Charlie had done to knock her out this time.

They had taken her baby boy from her while she slept, and she had no idea if he was dead or alive.

And if he was alive, where did they take him?

She was certain that they wouldn't have just dropped him off on her and Frank's doorstep. Her brain began to run through various scenarios, ranging from least to most horrifying.

Left at a safe haven, like a firehouse or the medical center?

Given to baby brokers so he could be sold to some wealthy, childless couple?

Dumped under the bridge leading to the freeway, like an unwanted litter of kittens?

Lucy reached towards her bed for one of Seth's blankets that their captors had snatched from the house before they had brought them to this place. She held it to her nose, finding it a poor substitute for really holding her son in her arms.

When she looked down at her hands, she realized that she was trembling. But it wasn't from fear. It was anger.

Her blood was boiling as if the sun had finally gotten to the point that it would engulf the Earth. The tears in her eyes felt the same, burning as they fell down her face, she wouldn't have been surprised if there were burn marks to mark them long after they evaporated.

With the blanket still in her hand, she charged towards the door. First, she braced her foot against the wall and pulled at the doorknob, even though logic told her that it was locked. Then, she tried pushing at the door.

Then she repeatedly slammed her shoulder into the door in a feeble attempt to break it down.

"Amy! Charlie! Whoever's there! Where's my son?!" she cried out as she banged her fists against the door. "What have you done with my son?! Amy!"

Violent sobs began to take over her body, compounded by whatever substance that they had given her and the injuries that they had inflicted on her over the past couple of days.

"Please," she sobbed. "Please... What have you done with my baby?"

It's no use, a voice in her head spoke.

She slid down against the door, clutching the blanket to her chest even though she was unable to pretend that her little Seth was in her arms.

"My baby..."

I just wanna go home, she thought helplessly, unable to think of anything else. I wanna see my babies... I wanna see Julia and Seth... I want Frank...

"Dear God..." she was able to say, though her throat was thick with tears. "Dear God, please... please watch over Seth. Please don't let them hurt him."

There was something else that she wanted to add... but it was useless.

She was a lost cause, even for God, so why should she even say it?

And please help me get home to my babies and my husband...

[vintersang]

magical girl au for elsa. imagine.

au headcanon meme / selectively still accepting / @mayoinomori

Ryn, listen, I don't even have this AU of hers completely fleshed out yet because I'm still focused on trying to get her Genshin Impact AU completely finished. Unless the future films give me something fitting to be Elsa's magical girl outfit, then my first headcanon for this ask is Elsa's magical outfit.

𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃… ❄️

Yachiyo Nanami has an amazing default design, so she can keep her original outfit. With that being said, I am indeed stealing one of Yachiyo's costumes because Elsa has nothing to work with. Now, which outfit will Elsa be stealing from Yachiyo? Why, that's very easy: Her magical girl outfit would be Yachiyo's Fairytale costume. If you haven't been blessed by this outfit, then allow me to enlighten you:

The next headcanon is how Elsa's soul gem would be shaped like a moon, much like Yachiyo. However, opponents would be unable to guess where is her soul gem is actually located. Her soul gem will not be the only source to glow when using magic; in fact, the stars on Elsa's hands will deceptively glow. Elsa has a tendency to use her hands for her magic, so it's an easy assumption that her soul gem is located on one of her hands.

In the case that someone decides to smash Elsa's arms to rid her of her soul gem, Elsa will regenerate her arms by creating temporary arms made out of ice until her magic is able to bring back her human limbs. In the case of losing limbs, she will always use her ice magic to keep herself together. (Am I inspired by Sayaka's fight with Holy Mami? Maybe!)

Speaking of her ice magic— If she is overwhelmed and surrounded, she will cocoon herself in order to freeze herself. Should anything or anyone try to touch her, it will result in them freezing themselves. If you aggressively try to attack her, this means the ice will spread just as badly over the attacker. Should your soul gem be frozen, then you are beyond saving... The good news? Freezing herself is something she only does as a last resort, however.

If Elsa deems you too dangerous to keep you around, she will pierce your gaze or your heart with her ice magic. Unlike the eerie fate of freezing your soul gem, piercing an opponent's eyes or heart with result in the numbing of your heart. The first strike will cause your heart and mind to be too numbed to act by itself, which means she will be able to control you. Depending on where she freezes you means she can use you in different ways. For example, piercing one's heart with ice will allow her to manipulate you; but attacking one's gaze allow her to trick you into experiencing what she wants you to experience.

[ever-winter]

@theircurse asked for a Starter

He sat leaning against the bars of the other's cell, a book spread out in their lap as he frowned in concentration. It'd taken a lot to admit that he wasn't able to read, even more so to ask for Yumeno's help with learning - but now it gave them both something to do while they were stuck here waiting for whatever punishment was about to befall them. "What does this say?", he asked softly, shifting to show them the page better. Maybe it could be seen as a little ironic that someone created from a book, couldn't actually read any text that he knew of - though he was getting better at recognising certain words and characters.

[bizarrebazaar13]

elementary rewatch time, so here’s some Jamie Moriarty quotes I thought the fl gang might appreciate:

“But the truth is, I see everything you do. I feel it. Makes the world quite dull, no? Looking at a man, and knowing all his secrets.” “So you’re saying we’re the same?” “I’m saying I’m better.”

“I have reserves of creativity I haven’t even begun to tap. For your own good, let me win.”

“You look at people and you see puzzles. I see games. You? You’re a game I’ll win every time.”

“I would never kill you. Not in a million years. You may not be as unique as you thought, darling, but you’re still a work of art. I appreciate art.”

and of course the ever-classic “As if men had a monopoly on murder.”

[diverse-hearts-ocs]

@whimsiegoth asked:

🫳  to  put  a  comforting  hand  on  my  muse's  shoulder. // Prudence & Garth

— ARE YOU OKAY?

With a short scream, he sat up quickly, tossing the covers off his body as he tried to catch back his breath, the images of his fading nightmare still fluttering before his eyes as he tried to take a few deep breaths, trying to force his heart to calm down - only to jump as he felt a hand rest against the top of his shoulder, red eyes gazing back at Prudence in fear. He'd thought he'd been alone, but she must have been watching over him while he slept...which wasn't totally unsettling at all - maybe she was worried about him hurting himself again? He blinked slowly, trying to summon the strength to actually say something, instead of just sitting there in the dark staring at one another in concern. "...nightmare", he muttered finally, softly shrugging her hand off him as he laid back down, "...just a nightmare...", he paused before frowning slightly, "...are you resting in here?".

[kingofthewebxxx]

Open Starter:

“Now tell me, do you perceive me as a meta human or mutant. Take your time, it’s not like either of us are exactly going anywhere.” He said as he sat surrounded by his guards, watching the intruder in the makeshift cell carefully as he took a small sip of his black coffee.

[gallowsheart]

@alwaysxinxtrouble

Jesse had no idea how long the woman had been in the camouflaged pit. He didn’t have time to check the twins' traps every day and knew they weren't exactly diligent about it either, despite repeated reminders that rotten meat that had been dead for days was no good to anyone. He guessed it was anywhere from a day or two to only a few hours. He’d had to bind her wrists and ankles and gag her to haul her out, but he’d removed the gag once they reached the slaughterhouse.

Nobody was going to hear her from in there, and he liked having someone to talk to while he worked, even if the conversations could be sort of one-sided. She didn't seem reassured by his promises that he would kill her so quickly she wouldn't even feel it, or that it was lucky he'd found her before the twins did. They liked to play with their food, no matter how many times Abram raged at them that fear and pain affected the flavor. Conversations could be sort of one-sided with them too. Their listening skills were highly selective.

Blood dripped from the edge of a sharp knife while he carved up meat at the counter. He wasn't trying to scare her more, but it was possible he didn't realize what a frightening scene that was. He was waiting for one of his brothers to get home to help with her. Contrary to popular horror movie myth, it was difficult to single-handedly butcher and preserve the meat from anything larger than a pig. Not impossible, but they didn't like to waste anything. The whole process would be smoother with another set of hands. Though Jesse had a tendency to run his mouth, that was not a detail he'd shared with his captive.

He didn’t look up from what he was doing at the sound of the sliding door, assuming it was one of the twins come to check on their haul, until Jed's voice snapped through the space. He had that oldest brother talent of commanding instant attention and making him feel vaguely guilty, even when he hadn't done anything wrong. Or maybe it was just that he was already shouting.

"What the hell are you doing? Jesse, what the fuck."

Jed was staring at Robin, bound on the floor, filthy and crying and looking like she'd just been pulled out of a pit, which, he realized with a sinking feeling, was probably exactly what had happened. He knew the twins had traps set up all over the property, and none of the locals ever made noise about the occasional missing hiker. But this was bad. This was bad. Robin wasn't just some random hiker. Locals were off limits. They never killed people they knew, and he’d already been seen in town with her on multiple dates. They couldn't just kill her, as Jesse had clearly been planning to do.

But they couldn't just let her go either. It was plain at a glance that she'd already seen and heard too much. Jesse never did know how to shut his goddamn mouth.

"Fuck!" He was still yelling, his younger brother's voice competing with his.

"What are you talking about? She was in the trap!"

"That's Robin! That's the girl I'm going out with! Goddamnit, Jesse!" He shoved him hard, heedless of the knife in his hand. It was no threat to him. The Ashworth brothers might infight from time to time, but they always stopped short of actually hurting each other.

"Well what the fuck, Jed! How was I supposed to know?"

Jed ignored him, moving almost on autopilot to Robin. He knelt by her, reaching to loosen the restraints on her wrists. He didn’t like seeing her like that, helpless and terrified. It was still relatively new between them, but he’d liked her. More than he’d liked anyone in a long time. And they would probably have to kill her now. Robin would die for nothing, and her disappearance would bring unwanted attention to the family. Shit.