#confinement

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[kuuyandere]

Welcome to The Yandere Cafe

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James Turrell, Soft Cell, 1992

[simply-sammm]

Dibujo atrasado por el 14 de febrero, además, hace poco busqué la serie para ver si finalmente había salido el episodio 8 o había algo nuevo solo para enterarme de todo el quilombo de Lord Bung :(

[metalatias5]

AU Summary for my SCP/Confinement AU (SCP AU)

This is SCP-51302 aka SCP Simon

He's used by the Foundation as a living crash test dummy because he's an anomaly with regenerative immortality and thus will simply respawn any time he dies.

I won't like, this AU is extremely heavily inspired by Lord Bung's Confinement series, I just looked at Connor and Dr. Powers and needed them to be Simon and Betty...

This, of course, means that Betty, or Dr. Grof, in this AU is Simon's psychologist and girlfriend who goes above and beyond to try and make him feel better, even when that means trying to rid him of his immortality to make him "normal".

The remaining cast of Adventure Time in this AU are either another SCP, staff of the Foundation or in some cases both.

Finn is an SCP who can summon swords.

And Jake, well, he's Jake, of course he's an SCP too.

Finn's mom, Dr. Minerva Campbell, is one of the scientists at the Foundation.

Dr. Bonnibel Bubblegum is both an SCP and a scientist working at the Foundation.

Marceline is an SCP for being both half-demon and a vampire (though she wasn't raised by Simon in this AU so she's quite a bit more dangerous).

The Ice Crown is an SCP object, one of many that Simon has tested.

Finn's dad, Martin Mertens, is a former D-Class who managed to survive long enough to convince the Foundation to keep him around as part of the cleaning personal.

[scp035sdiscordkitten]

how I imagine Connor from Confinement n DV from Detective Void rn, knowing both of their channels have been deleted/privated also anybody else see the leaked footage from ep8? man I feel so bad for the connor character I loved him sm but now he's like,, ruined

[lamaenthel]

Solitary Confinement

[read on ao3][Febuwhump prompt: Solitary Confinement]

After being captured alongside General Kenobi by the Seppies, Cody holds out hope that rescue will arrive in time.

Characters: CC-2224|Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano Word count: 1575

The cell is damp and near-freezing. With Cody's vision robbed by whatever contraption they'd bolted over his eyes, his other senses have sharpened. He has to be careful not to breathe with his mouth open. The smell of rot and open sewage had him gagging when they first dragged him into the stronghold. He's gotten used to it. Mostly. It's only gotten stronger in the last few days.

Soft tapping from the other side of the room is the only point of contact he has with General Kenobi.

"Take heart, Cody. The beacon was launched before we were captured. I don't expect we'll be here long." General Kenobi gives him one last encouraging smile from the floor, his wrists chained above his head, before the clankers bring out the drill and start attaching the metal blinder to his temples. "This should be entertaining at least, my dear."

Their chains give them just enough leeway to stand, though if they do it more than a few times an hour they're shocked into unconsciousness. It happens if they speak, too, which seems idiotic as the Seppies would have a better chance of overhearing something than extracting it. He marks the days by torture sessions; by his best estimate, there's a full rotation between visits. The chains hum and go warm with promised electricity. The door opens and one of them is dragged out of their cell for uncountable minutes to be interrogated.

Cody much prefers being strapped down to the table over his General. At least he knows what's going on when a droid asks him for GAR secrets in a monotone buzz, right before the needles go into his neck and what feels like acid fills his veins. Its agony, but they'd started training him to withstand torture at five. At least when they're torturing him he can breathe.

The waiting is the worst. Those dreadful seconds when metal footsteps approach them and he doesn't know who they'll choose are worse than anything they can inject him with. General Kenobi has no such training, just his strength of will, and while it's indomitable, Cody knows it will give out eventually.

Maybe that's why they haven't taken him for three days. Kenobi taps on his chains every few minutes so Cody knows he's still alive, but he can't hear the reassuring sound of his Jedi breathing over his heart's own drumbeat pounding in his ears. There's nothing else to hear in the gluttonous, bloated silence.

He's dehydrated. Water wasn't provided—deemed unnecessary when every day the droids held his head under a steady stream of it until he passed out—but they haven't been fed since they arrived. Not food, anyway, just leathery balls of surprisingly sweet jelly during their torture sessions. They get angry when he chews them, so he keeps doing it, figuring it's the right call. His stomach cramps violently, squeezing acid up into his throat and eroding delicate tissue. His body is starting to cannibalize itself. Every torture session leaves him weaker, but it doesn't matter. He will survive, force his heart to keep pumping blood even when every other bit of him wastes away, because that's what he was made for. He's a Marshall Commander to a High General, not some wet-behind-his-ears shiny who's never known a night without Kamino's thunder. He knows how to withstand any torture, no matter how brutal.

Kenobi taps again. Cody taps back. It's all they can manage. It's enough to keep going.

Take heart, Cody.

He will. He'll let them rip him up from the inside out if that's what it takes, but he will not lose hope. Not if his General still needs him.

He feels the hum of electricity in his teeth right before his chains warm and come alive again. He steels himself. Any moment the door will open. They'll drag him off again to ask the same questions that he won't answer, flay him like a nerf left to rot in the sun, then throw him back in his cell once they deem it to be another wasted day.

The door doesn't open. Instead, the chains go cold. Cody frowns; that's never happened before. The floor vibrates, and he's thrown violently to the side with the force of an explosion somewhere below them. The rushing roar of blood in his ears intensifies. "General Kenobi?" he whispers, taking a chance that their captors are occupied with whatever the hell that was. He can't speak properly anyway. Between the screaming and the stomach acid, his voice is virtually gone. "Can you hear me, General?"

Kenobi taps again, unwilling to risk it. Cody accidentally sucks a deep breath in, gagging from the stench of rot. It's all he can do to not vomit, even though he doesn't have anything to bring up except acid. He ignores the burning in his throat. DC-17 carbine fire echos through the vents, a song as reassuring as a mother's lullaby to a clone trooper. "They're here, General," he says, adrenaline jumpstarting his weak heart. "We did it." We survived.

Kenobi taps again.

Waiting for his brothers to find them is more painful than anything their captors have put him through. He can hear boots thumping, blaster fire getting closer, the hum of a swinging lightsaber. He twitches in his chains, weak muscles begging to join the fight. Who came, the 212th? Undoubtedly they'd come in some capacity, but he would hazard a guess that there's a fair amount of blue mixed in the golden orange. Skywalker never was one to sit on his hands and wait patiently where General Kenobi was concerned.

"Just hang on, General. They're almost here." Cody licks lips that taste like sour old iron. First thing he's going to do after seeing to his General and getting debriefed is grab the bottle of tihaar he confiscated from Wooley. There aren't many perks of being in command, but if he had to make a list then sampling the contraband for “safety reasons” would definitely be near the top.

The blaster fire gets closer, along with the subsonic buzz of a lit saber. Cody fidgets in his cross-legged sit, his legs on fire and cramped from being bent for days, barely able to contain himself. The door beeps and slides open. Cold air that smells like corpses is sucked into the room, shocking him. He hears a single, sharp inhale, high-pitched and young. "Cody?" a trembling voice asks after a few pregnant seconds.

"Commander Tano," Cody rasps. The words scrape his throat like rusty sheet metal.

The sound of her footsteps scuff across the floor. "Oh, Force, what is this?" She touches the metal band that the droids had bolted into his skull. He jerks in his chains as a lightning bolt of sharp pain zaps through his temples, accidentally smacking his head against the wall as he does. "It's okay. Don't move, everything is going to be fine." Her commlink beeps. "Rex, cell 117. I found them. I need a medic here, now." Her voice shakes. “E-Everything is going to be okay.”

"General?" Cody tries to clear his throat, tastes blood instead. "It's alright, General, we can talk now. The chains are turned off."

Kenobi taps.

"Don't… don't let Anakin up here." Cody's blood freezes. A soft, trembling hand runs across his brow, mindful of the bolts this time. "We tracked the beacon." Her voice cracks. "We came… we came as fast as we could."

Cody leans into her soft touch, for her comfort as much as his. She's always been so sensitive. "I'm alright, Commander. Go check on General Kenobi."

He hears a humming fwoom. She cuts his chains with her lightsaber, rubbing his bloodless hands briskly like he'd been out in the cold once they're free. "It's going to be okay, Cody," she says again. She's crying.

"General, please say something," Cody says hoarsely. The stench of rotten flesh is so overpowering that he can taste it. "Obi-Wan?" Why hasn't he said anything? Why hasn't he greeted Ahsoka? When did the tapping stop?

The tapping resumes; relief floods his system. "Get off of him!" Her lightsaber ignites, swings, and a wet chitinous thump follows a moment later. "I'm sorry." Ahsoka whispers it over and over again until the words slur together.

Cody reaches up to the metal blinder and starts turning the bolts that keep it attached to his skull with numb fingers. The screws take forever to twist out of his swollen, infected skin, but he doesn't stop even when Ahsoka grabs his wrists and begs him to. He shoves the sobbing girl away and rips the blinder off with an agonizing scream.

It takes a few seconds for his vision to adjust. Even in the near pitch-black his eyes hurt. General Kenobi sits cross-legged exactly where Cody had seen him last. He's still chained to the wall, mottled hands cuffed above his hanging head. A pile of something shiny and wet glistens in his lap.

Cody creeps closer on his hands and knees, unable to trust his weak eyes. His hands slip in the slick blackness that covers that side of the room. The smell of rot and sewage is almost unbearable. Cody reaches out a quivering hand, confirms with a touch what his eyes refuse to see.

The bisected insect that's been eating its way through the General's guts taps weakly on the floor one last time before finally dying with a hiss.

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[dramainsv]

Since Bung is deleting their channel, my friend decided to archive all the (important) SCP Confinement videos onto a Google Drive Folder

I'm only uploading this in behalf because they don't want their name associated with Confinement so go nuts. (you can reupload these)

[agnezluf]

Stockholm Syndrome

The plot : 7/10

The yandere : 7/10

The artwork : 8/10 (season 1) and then 6/10 (season 2)

Artist : Pache

Author : Kimpa

A household name for intense toxic yaoi smut, this title has been around for awhile. The official version of the manhwa is slowly catching up with Raw. A quite decent read, although it loses quite a bit of the steam in terms of plot cohesiveness as well as the quality of the art. This manhwa works best when it embraces the psychological dark goodness aspect, but it becomes quite heart-warming on the later chapters and in my opinion it was a poor choice of the author.

Jeong-in was left with no choice but submitted to Seung-hyun’s whim when the younger roommate extort him with a secretly taped sex video. The manhwa brushed briefly the taboo aspect of having a boy to boy romance, which could give quite a realistic flavor, but unfortunately the author did not really flesh out this aspect.

The psychological extortion served as a great thriller fuel. I enjoyed a lot reading the horror of knowing that someone that the main character has always kinda looked down on now having the upper hand and using it against him. Scary premise and nice execution…

Until the separation arc in the middle and their reunion. It felt like the manhwa was written and drawn by two different groups. It is really disappointing, as this manhwa may get to be the next Lima Syndrome or Sadistic Beauty BL story in terms of its unrestrained approach to hardcore yandere thriller. There are elements of details in the earlier chapters that are quite nice to read, like the complex characterisation of Jeong-In. He is not the most likeable main character, but his way of thinking is realistic and believable. However he was rendered down to become a 2D shell of what he used to be when we arrived at the stockholm syndrome ark.

Anyway, such a pity for a quite promising story!

[asoftepiloguemylove]

"I can't even guess myself what it must be to live the life of a human being." - Osamu Dazai

Sue Zhao / 唐狄鑫 Tang Dixin Confinement (2014) / Anne Carson excerpt from Autobiography of Red / Natalie Wee excerpt from Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines / Anna Kavan Ice / 070 Shake Vinyl Album Cover You Can't Kill Me (2022) / Henrik Uldalen Vacuum / D.M. Aderibigbe excerpt from Letter from My Father, Odysseus / Fernando Pessoa excerpt from English Song; "A Little Larger Than the Entire Universe: Selected Poems"

i. Sue Zhao

[ "...do not know if I will ever forget. I do not know if I want to. I am every age I have ever been. All time ever does is pass and all I ever do is remember. There are days I do not recognize myself in old pictures. There are times I feel like my life stopped at 18." ]

ii. Tang Dixin, Confinement

[ Drawing of a faceless figure staring straight ahead. One had reaches down from above to cover where it's eyes would be. Another hand reaches across from the right side to cover where it's mouth would be. ]

iii. Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red

[ "It happens to me frequently. / You disappear? Yes and then come back. Moments of death I call them." ]

iv. Natalie Wee, Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines

[ "Like any / unloved thing, I don't know if I'm real / when I'm not being touched." ]

v. Anna Kavan, Ice

[ "i felt i belonged to another dimension, and became silent." ]

vi. 070 Shake, You Can't Kill Me

[ Surrealist image of a woman looking to the left away from the camera. Her face blends together so no features are distinguishable. ]

vii. Henrik Uldalen, Vacuum

[ Surrealist painting of a woman holding her knees to her chest. Her face and back blend together behind her. ]

viii. D.M. Aderibigbe, Letter From My Father, Odysseus

[ "years / I spent on the edge / of disappearance;" ]

ix. Fernando Pessoa, English Song

[ "I am nothing but nausea, nothing but reverie, nothing but longing." ]

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[woundgallery]

Images:

Mona Hatoum, Cube, 2008

Bruce Nauman, Double Steel Cage Piece, 1974.

Mona Hatoum, Cage-à-Deux, 2002, mild steel, painted MDF, 201.5 x 315 x 199.5 cm

Mona Hatoum, Cells, 2014

Text: 

Michel Foucault, Discipline and Punish: The Birth of the Prison

[mordenheim]

Fictober 2023 09: “I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

He groaned as he woke up in a dimly lit cage. His head was spinning and he thought he might throw up if there was anything in his stomach. Sitting up on the dirty cot he had been lying on, he doubled over for a moment, rubbing at his temples.

“Oh good, you're awake.”

He held his ears, his head throbbing in agony as the voice came from a loudspeaker above his head. He saw it was attached to a row of bars above him. Slowly looking around he realized that he was locked in a cage. He walked slowly around the edge of the cage, checking along the way until he found the door. He yanked at the door a few times, finding it securely locked. He opened his mouth to shout in frustration but no sound came out. Had his throat been damaged, or was it just too dry?

“Please, relax. Feel free to rest on the cot, we will be with you shortly.”

Making a face, he paced back and forth in front of the door, squinting into the gloom. The only light seemed to come from directly overhead. Just beyond the edge of the light he could make out a metal folding chair with what looked like a key on the seat.

He stretched out his arm towards the chair, but it was a good few feet beyond his reach.

“What are you doing?”

Biting his lip, he tried to squeeze his shoulder through the bars, but that only gave him a few more inches.

“Stop that and return to the cot please.”

He thought for a moment, then stripped out of his shirt, wrapping it around his hand and tossin it towards the chair. After a few tries, he managed to pull the key off of the chair to clink onto the floor.

“Cease what you are doing at once.”

He tossed the shirt a few more times, slowly dragging the key within reach.

“Please calm down, we will be with you in a moment.”

Grinning with triumph, he fitted the key into the lock, twisting it with a loud clank.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

Finally he shoved the door wide and stepped out of the cage. He felt triumph surge in his chest.

“The cage is not to keep you in.”

Freezing at the words, he slowly turned towards the darkness as a pair of glowing eyes lit up in the darkness, glaring at him. Another pair opened, and another. Soon hundreds of pairs of glowing eyes were all around him in the shadows.

“It was to keep them out.”

[jloisse]

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