#cw electrocution

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[ID: Sketch of Redemption-era Eliot Spencer lying on the floor on his back with his back arched and neck muscles tensed, grimacing as a collar around his neck lights up, giving him an electric shock. End ID]

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Day 8: alt. Electrocution

Eliot being tortured with a shock collar as a cheeky little bonus for Day 8

Ficlet below the cut

“Move and we shoot.”

The voice was nearly as cold as the barrel of the gun pressed against Harry’s head.

Eliot froze.

He was several metres away, where he had guided the fight to keep Harry out of it.

And now he was too far away to get to him, to do his thing and make this guy with a gun go away.

“Frank,” Eliot didn’t growl, but his voice was hard and even more threatening than this Frank guy with a gun’s was, “Let ‘im go.”

“You don’t get to make demands here, Spencer,” Frank replied, “Now stay still.  You know I won’t hesitate.”

Eliot glared, but he obeyed, staying perfectly motionless with his eyes on Harry.

Of the four other goons who had attacked them, two were unconscious, and one had blood pouring liberally from his nose. The remaining one, apparently following some signal from this Frank guy, moved closer to Eliot, smirking when his adversary did nothing but glare.

"Right ear," Frank said, "Comm unit. Take it out and smash it."

The gun shoved against Harry's head.

"You too, Wilson."

Harry slowly raised his hand, extracted the earbud and held it out. Frank took it, dropped it, and stamped, presumably crushing the comm as thoroughly as the other hitter had crushed Eliot's a short distance away.

"Phone," Frank demanded, and as he accepted Harry's phone, instructed his colleague, "Check him for phone and weapons. Spencer usually has a knife or two stashed somewhere."

And Eliot did.

As Harry watched, still held in place by the gun to his head, the other hitter retrieved a pocket knife, a multitool and too throwing knives from Eliot, as well as his phone. He tossed all this away, shot the phone with a loud crack that made Harry jump and Frank laugh.

By now, one of the others had woken up and the nosebleed of the other guy had been stemmed enough for him to get involved, which he did with evident relish.

"Get the collar on him," Frank ordered, the hand not holding the gun coming to grip Harry's arm, twisting it up behind him, "Watch closely, Wilson. This is the fun bit."

As if Harry had a choice but to watch.

Eliot remained fixed in place, his attention on Frank and Harry, as two of the other men roughly fixed a rigid collar around his neck, yanking his hair out the way and making a point of briefly choking him as they pulled the contraption on. And, it was a contraption. Not just a collar. There was a box on one side of it with a little red light.

Smacking Eliot unnecessarily on the back of the head as they finished, the other hitters stepped back, one pulled out his phone, and then, suddenly, Eliot tensed, teeth gritting, and dropped to his knees, as the collar light turned blue.

Harry instinctively made a move like he might run forward, try to help, but the grip on his arm grew tighter and more painful and the gun knocked against his head.

"Shock collar," Frank said with a smile as the light turned red and Eliot was left breathing heavily on the floor, "Made special just for Spencer."

The light went on again, longer, bringing Eliot all the way to the floor.

"Do exactly as your told, or we'll see how long it takes for that thing to kill him."

With those words, the gun was removed, but almost immediately, there was darkness. A rough, imperfect, darkness. A bag thrown over his head, and two strong forms on either side were half-dragging Harry away.

Out of the building, into a vehicle, the same guys who had been dragging him pressed close on either side.

They didn't drive for very long - not more than an hour, but long enough and with enough turns that it wouldn't be easy for the others to track them from their last location. And they had to be on the way by now. Hardison and Breanna would have used the earbud GPS before they were destroyed, or maybe be tracking their phones.

There would be a Brick and Basil truck en route to where they had just been, and hopefully soon after to wherever they were going now.

When they finally stopped, Harry was manhandled once more, bringing him across a hard floor, into another building, an elevator, and then, at last, into a wooden chair.

The bag was whipped off, and across from him, behind a large, fake mahogany desk, was a man he knew perfectly well.

"Austin," Harry greeted, adopting the false pleasantry he always did with clients, "I'd love to say it was a pleasure, but..."

He nodded to the goons stood either side, taking that motion as a chance to look for Eliot.

Not in this room. A small office with two doors, the desk, some chairs, a mini fridge, and a large conference TV screen.

A bit of a downgrade from this former client's upmarket business address with its tropical fish tank and wet bar.

"Harry Wilson," the man smiled coldly, "You're a hard man to find."

Harry shrugged noncommittally, "What do you want, Austin?"

"I need you to do a job for me. I have a certain legal matter that needs taking care of, and the lawyer I had hired is, quite frankly, not worth the air he breaths. I need you to make an airtight case for me and present it in court," he pushed a pile of documents across the desk, "Everything you need is here. You have three days. This office..."

"No," Harry cut him off. He had worked for this guy before. He had helped him cover his tracks after he destroyed the lives of several of his workers and interns, leading to the suicide of one. This man was one of the long list of regrets burdening Harry's mind. He was two bullet points on the redemption list.

Harry would not work for him again.

"I expected you may say that," Austin stood, walked around the desk towards the screen. The goons rotated Harry's chair, forcing him to turn to watch.

"That's why I have invested in this incentive."

He used a small remote to turn the screen on, and after a second of blackness, a video feed was displayed, showing Eliot with his hands handcuffed to a metal loop fixed to the floor. It looked like a basement, but it was difficult to tell.

Austin pulled out his phone, and a few seconds later, that collar glowed blue again, electrocuting Eliot as he knelt chained to the floor.

And not just a short warning. It didn't stop. Austin wasn't going to stop unless-

"Okay!" Harry yelled, and the collar turned red, leaving Eliot unmoving on the floor, "Okay. I'll do it."

Austin smiled, "Good man. Now, as I was saying, those are the files. There's paper, pens and so on in the desk drawers. Water and food in the fridge. Bathroom through that door. You have three days."

He moved towards the door, the goons following.

"Oh, and if you fail to deliver..."

On the screen, Eliot was subjected to another shock, his body tensing, but nothing more. Harry wasn't even sure he was conscious.

"These gentlemen," Austin nodded to the goons, "Will wait outside. Their colleagues will be with Spencer."

He left, the door was locked, and the screen was left turned on, Eliot still not moving.

Harry spent about an hour searching the office and bathroom for anything that could be useful to escape. Weapons, air vent...anything.

But, predictably, there was nothing. And, even if there had been something, if Harry made an attempt, there were still those other hitters with Eliot, and no way Harry could get there in time to save him.

Harry was just going to have to play along for now. Get to work, start building a case...as a last resort, he would do what Austin asked. He would pull out all the past evil lawyer tricks, hopefully then get Eliot and himself back to safety, and Leverage could deal with the aftermath.

But that was a worst case.

Hardison, Breanna, Parker and Sophie would definitely find them before that. They had three days, and a collective set of skills beyond anything Harry had known or imagined before meeting them.

Three days was more than enough time for Leverage to track people down.

Harry kept this in mind as he spent the first day, working at the case, trying to ignore the itching of his conscience.

There was one moment, towards the end of that day, that robbed Harry of all his forced focus.

He hadn’t expected to see Eliot being treated well, but without cause - Harry had been doing as he had been told - two of the hitters from before had entered the room to amuse themselves.

Harry had no way to contact anyone. He couldn’t get to Austin to convince him to make them stop, refusing to work unless they did. But he didn’t really have the leverage. They were hurting Eliot, but not killing him, and it was within Austin’s power to let them do so.

Harry watched until the hitters disappeared from view and Eliot was left unconscious on the floor, blood pooling beneath his head from the repeated blows they’d delivered to his face.

And, facing the screen so he could see when Eliot woke up, Harry turned on the desk lamp and resumed the arduous task of figuring out how to help the rich and powerful crush those they had wronged.

He had no awareness of falling asleep. At some point, near midnight, he lay his head on his arms, just to try and let his eyes rest…just a bit.

He woke to a hand on his shoulder, a whispered voice in his ear.

“Harry.”

It was Eliot, crouched beside his chair, watching him with evident concern.

The collar was still on, and in places it was shining with blood that seemed to come from Eliot's lip and cheek. The handcuffs were on, but the chain between them broken, links draping on Harry’s shoulder.

"Harry," he repeated as Harry was still registering the situation and deciding whether or not it was a dream, "You alright?"

The hand on his arm was very real. Strong and familiar. And Harry probably couldn't accurately dream the fine details of the collar that he could see now up close.

Harry broke into a smile, "Better now. You're a good person to be kidnapped with."

That drew a small laugh from the hitter, his teeth showing bloody, "Ain't my first rodeo. You good to go?”

Harry nodded and quickly began gathering up all the documents on the case - it could come in handy later.

“What’s that?” Eliot nodded to the folder.

“The reason we’re here,” Harry replied, “And better off in our hands than his.”

“Former client?”

Harry wasn’t sure how Eliot knew, but they didn’t really have time to get into that, so he just nodded and followed Eliot towards the door.

"We have an exit?"

"We're gonna make one."

"What about..."

The collar.

Eliot had stood and moved to the door already, was looking out into the corridor.

"Looks like only some of the guards can set it off," Eliot replied quietly, "Took out the four who grabbed us. Hopefully we don' run into any others, but if we do..."

He paused, looking back at Harry.

"If we do an' I'm incapacitated, you gotta run."

"I can't just leave..."

"Yeah you can," Eliot tapped his arm and moved towards the door, not allowing any further arguments.

Harry followed closely, trusting Eliot to know when to freeze and when to move, and they managed to get into a stairwell without meeting any guards. Their luck ended there, but only for a moment or two. Only for as long as it took for Eliot to disarm and knock out the three guards they met as they moved down ten flights of stairs, and out into a carport.

No one there. Cameras, but no people, and no cars.

"What now?" Harry whispered, "You know where we are?"

"No. We gotta get somewhere crowded. Somewhere with people," Eliot replied, "We can lift a phone an' call the others."

"I don't think we need to," Harry smiled as he saw a familiar set of headlights approaching from the other direction. Eliot turned and broke into his own smile, bloody toothed, but just as relieved as Harry's.

As if summoned by willpower alone, a Brick and Basil truck stopped just outside the building. Harry wouldn’t be surprised if there had been some sort of planned dramatic entrance that culminated in such a welcome and timely appearance.

But they didn’t exit immediately in a dramatic, heroic manner. They were still inside the truck, probably planning their entrance, hadn't seen Harry and Eliot, based on the various screams, gasps, and almost punch that were thrown their way when Eliot opened the back doors.

"And here we busted our asses trying to get here quick as hell," Hardison complained teasingly, grabbing Eliot into a hug as they entered, "Coulda stayed in bed."

"Everyone okay?" Sophie asked, looking them both over, "Breanna? Can we get whatever that is off Eliot?"

"On it..." she immediately began inspecting the collar, while Parker picked the handcuffs, muttering something about more lock picking practice, and keeping hold of Eliot's hand for longer than necessary.

Harry was grateful for the cup of coffee Sophie produced and shoved into his hands, ushering him into the front with her so Hardison could set off driving, getting them the hell out of there.

"Who took you?" she asked.

"Former client," Harry said, drinking the coffee down more quickly than he should, "Wanted me to do a case for him, and used Eliot as leverage."

"Someone we need to take out?" Hardison asked.

Harry considered.

The court case would probably lead to twenty five years in jail if Austin lost...the man was practically already taken out as it was. Provided he lost the case. Harry knew who the prosecution team were, he knew the case, he had more than enough information in the folder alone…

Harry smiled, "I think I will take him out myself."

And he would make sure the team, especially Eliot, were at the trial. After all, they needed The Gloat.

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Anyone else smell smoked carapace?

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anyway here's PR!Eli dying brutally for ur consideration

narratively I kinda have different ideas for this but aesthetically??? what possessed me fr

I also have. like. a little blurb for this but all writing ever does is remind me why I'm an artist asghsjasdk

might post it anyway but either way y'all are welcome to try and make sense of this mess lmao

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WoW Birthday Whump Day 4

I ended up being very busy these past few weeks and just have not had the time or energy to write. Anyway, this is Day 4 of @whumperofworlds's prompt event. If you want to read Day 3, you can find that here. Later today, I'll put together a masterlist. I promise I'll finish this series, even if I have to go beyond April!

Prompt: Electrocution / "Anything but that!"

Nathan dreaded the next day. The man would return and begin some sort of training for something. Nathan had no clue what. His thoughts raced with a million possibilities, each one worse than the last. At some point amid his racing thoughts, he fell asleep again.

He was still alone, thirsty, and hungry when he woke up again. By his best estimation, it had been nearly four days since he was kidnapped. Four days with only a bottle of water to drink. Four days nearly all alone in a closet with his hands cuffed together and to the floor. Four days since he had been able to stand up straight.

It wasn’t long before he heard the lock on the door scrape and he pushed himself up into a crouch. He didn’t know what to expect but it seemed to be the best option to protect himself. The man didn’t look at him as he walked in. Instead, he unlocked the chain from the floor and held it like a leash. Nathan stood up unsteadily and carefully followed as the man led him from the room.

The rest of the basement and the main floor of the house were surprisingly normal. All the shades were drawn but Nathan could see light shining through the edges. It was the first actual sign he had of the time of day. He didn’t see any clocks around to tell him the time.

The man led him to a table in the kitchen. There was a plate of food there, scrambled eggs still steaming. Nathan’s stomach growled. 

“Kneel,” the man said. Nathan didn’t let himself think about it as he sank to his knees. He was already unsteady, it would be easier this way. The man dropped the chain attached to his handcuffs and disappeared from Nathan’s sight. He returned a few seconds later with a plate of some gross-looking mash and a collar. Nathan’s heart dropped at the sight.

It wasn’t even a regular collar, it was a shock collar. Given everything that had happened so far, he had no doubt it was for him. The man put the plate on the floor then secured the collar around Nathan’s neck. Nathan didn’t dare move. Then there was a metallic click and Nathan realized that the collar was secured with a padlock. It was locked on him and whatever was going on, he was no more than a dog to the man who had kidnapped him.

The man sat down without a word and began to eat from the plate on the table. Nathan looked at the plate sitting on the floor in front of him. It was a pile of mashed up food. Nathan thought he saw bits of broccoli and maybe some pieces of chicken. There were no utensils so he reached out with his finger to grab some.

His body lit up with pain as the shock collar went off. He was lying on the ground next to the plate, his hand scrabbling at his neck trying to stop it. 

“I didn’t give you permission to eat. Kneel and try again,” the man said. His calm tone sent shivers down Nathan’s spine.

He realized he was shaking as he forced himself back to kneeling. He stayed there and let the tears roll unchecked down his cheeks as he stared at the plate in front of him. It looked so disgusting and yet he was so hungry that he would have done nearly anything to eat it. But he couldn’t take another shock. No, anything but that. He thought another one might kill him.

Then finally the man gave the order to eat and he didn’t hesitate. A few days ago, the taste would have made him gag. Now he barely even noticed it and instead let the mash fill the hollow ache in his stomach.

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CMDHB Pgs. 169-179!

This update's a little long, so we'll keep it under the cut

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I Take my writing planning very seriously I promise

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Whump Ideas: Electric Theme

Whumper: Electric/Lighting Elemental Or Creature

 Whumpee knows that whumper doesn’t even have to be near them for the shock of their life to come to them.

Whumpee running away from whumper, only to be struck down by lightning

Whumper scooting closer to whumpee, static electricity flickering between whumpee’s skin and their mittened hands. Whumper purrs watching whumpee trying to squirm away from what is coming.

Whumpee being tortured by electricity, somedays it’s a static shock, other days like a tazer, but whumpee is worried that someday the voltage will be too much for them.

Whumper siphoning the electricity out of Caretaker’s home, letting whumpee know they’ve returned.

All electronics glitching or powering down as whumper enters their vicinity.

Whumpee’s own electronics attacking them as they’ve become possessed by something inhuman

Whumpee talking to caretaker when both of them watch their hair raise into the air. Caretaker doesn’t understand what’s suddenly gotten into whumpee.

All of whumpee’s friends being suspiciously struck down by lighting, shocked by outlets, in freak broken wire related accidents. Now whumpee avoids everyone one, fearing one day whumper will grow tired of them.

Whumper the robot: cold, calculating, and not exactly easy to punch and get away with. Today whumpee got caught trying to hack them.

Electric/Lightning Whump

Villain whumpee convulsing and screeching in pain in front of hero, prying at an electric collar no one knew existed.

Whumpee trying to escape whumper and meeting the new electric fence he installed. Whumper only laughed when they arrived on seen to see their whumpee right where they wanted.

Caretaker trying convince whumpee to escape along with them. However whumpee breaks down, revealing the collar around their neck, explaining it goes off if they leave whumper’s establishment.

Whumpee being conditioned with electric shocks, now won’t do anything caretaker wants them to, reacting in utter fear and pain to nearly everything they ask of whumpee.

Robotic whumpee’s wiring/battery being fried from too much electricity.

Whumper interrogating whumpee, threatening them with a tazer

Caretaker witnessing someone in the distance getting struck by lightning, and rushing out into a thunderous storm to go help them.

Stoic whumpee (or my preferred formal stoic whumpee) removing their shirt to unveil permanent electrical scars scattered across their back, shoulder, and chest. They hiss, rubbing at their shoulder idly.

Whumpee being trapped in a cell with electrified bars. Whumper sneers at them curled up against themselves as far away from the bars as they can be.

Robotic whumpee being possessed by an electrical/lightning creature.

[graviitron]

Chapters: 2/4

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Rating: Mature 

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence 

Relationships: Ford Pines & Stan Pines, Bill Cipher & Ford Pines, Pacifica Northwest & Ford Pines, "Manly" Dan Corduroy/Tyler Cutebiker, Daryl Blubs/Edwin Durland, Fiddleford H. McGucket & Stan Pines 

Characters: Ford Pines, Daryl Blubs, Tyler Cutebiker, Stan Pines, "Manly" Dan Corduroy, Fiddleford H. McGucket, "Lazy" Susan Wentworth, Pacifica Northwest, Lee (Gravity Falls), Edwin Durland, Jesus "Soos" Alzamirano Ramirez, Abuelita Ramirez, Gideon Gleeful, Bud Gleeful, Ghost-Eyes (Gravity Falls), Bill Cipher 

Additional Tags: Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Flashbacks, Electrocution, Tasers, Post-Canon, Greasy's Diner (Gravity Falls), Past Torture, Psychological Trauma, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Gaslighting, Minor Fiddleford H. McGucket/Ford Pines, Minor Pacifica Northwest/Mabel Pines, Trials, stan and fiddleford are tag-teaming the Protect Ford Squad, Hospitals, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Graphic Description of Corpses, what the fuck gideon (I say no more), Sea Grunkles, Scars, Nightmares, Torture, Bullying, mature because there’s gonna be a torture nightmare scene now, im so sorry. but I think it’s what eyetrees would want so it must be done…

Summary:

The Pines family, for all of their involvement in saving the universe, were not present when the Never Mind All That Act was instated as immediate law. As a result, they never heard about it, nor did they hear about the punishment for breaking said law. Fresh off a boating trip, the brother of Gravity Falls’ hero has no idea why everyone is apparently insistent on pretending Weirdmageddon didn’t happen. He intends on getting to the bottom of this alarming mystery. Unfortunately for him, Sheriff Blubs always carries his trusty taser with him, and the public has no idea what happened in those few days before Ford was rescued from Bill Cipher’s clutches.

HEY @thereareeyesinsidethetrees IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT. THE SAGA CONTINUES IM RUSTY I HOPE ITS OKAY!!!

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Apparently I wrote this last night??? In the motel??

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TW FOR BRIGHT COLOURS / DEATH!

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Leaders are meant to lead a team

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Oh hey it’s Timestress Mikey! And… um.. someone else. They don’t know the name, yet.

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WoW Birthday Whump Day 5

Here's day 5 of the WoW Birthday Whump event! I finally put together a masterlist that can be found here. It's a short one but that's honestly all I have the energy for right now.

Prompt: Scream / Captivity

The man had brought him back down to the closet in the basement after he had eaten. He had finally released Nathan’s hands from the cuffs. His wrists were raw after wearing the handcuffs for however many days he had spent in captivity. He still had the shock collar on and he had a feeling that would be a more permanent thing. He also had a large jug of water now and the man had said it would be refilled every day. Nathan was thankful for that.

A few hours later, the man came again. 

“Follow me,” he ordered. Nathan looked at him and slowly began to get up. Again he felt the shock from his collar course through his body. It wasn’t quite as strong this time but he still screamed and found himself on his hands and knees trying to catch his breath.

“When I give a command, I expect immediate obedience. Get up and follow me,” the man snapped. Nathan scrambled to his feet and followed the man out of the room and back upstairs.

He spent the afternoon and evening on his hands and knees scrubbing at the floor with a rag and a bucket of soapy water. Any time he tried to stop to rest, he was shocked. His arms ached and he was sure the bruises on his knees would never fade but he had to keep going. He didn’t have any other choice.

Finally, the man snapped his fingers and ordered Nathan to stand. He scrambled to his feet as quickly as his abused knees would allow and desperately prayed his swaying body wouldn’t give out.

He somehow made it back downstairs to his room and passed out as soon as he lay down.

[atherflame-theconcubus]

Some more things on the bloodless passion AU: how the twins are treated by ruin.

⚠️Please read the tags before proceeding⚠️

Due to the twins lack of violence, ruin has kind of encouraged them to do things they weren’t really comfortable with. (mainly violence upon humans, which they do remember liking at one point. However, the second they killed their first human, they felt guilty.)

Multiple times the twins would end up suffering hunger pains, and even pass out from it at times.

After taking over the daycare (and blood moon, refusing to hurt others along with them barely doing anything during the destruction) ruin decided to punish them by control Shocking them. The brown tabby the twins adopted did try to protect them but, it just ended with the twins clutching the poor kitty while crying.

From that moment on the twins were living in fear of ruin, who had tried multiple times to activate their bloodlust via different means, whether it be shocking them, forcing them to drink blood, or even putting more code into them. None of it worked, which continually frustrated him.

By the end of the takeover, ruin got caught trying to get blood moon to give him one of the kittens They were trying to keep safe via shocking them. When attempting to intimidate confront Solar, moon & sun, he ended up restrained by KC, to which he responded simply by freezing blood moon in place, and having what few functional guns in the daycare there were shoot blood moon.

They ended up surviving the shot, but that moment is seared into the traumatized boys, heads forever.