#forced to kill

[sir-fenris]

for the ask game again :3

16. Do they have a person they care for? Is it someone they are supposed to protect or is it in spite of orders?

Thank you for another ask!! :3

(Ask game) - (Curse of Withering masterpost)

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16. Do they have a person they care for? Is it someone they are supposed to protect or is it in spite of orders?

Well, this gets sad quickly :')

Cyrus doesn't gave any family or friends, not ever since he was made into a living weapon. So there's not much anyone for him to care about deeply, he's surounded by doctors, handlers and soldiers.

He is half friendly with one member of the medical staff, but again... not a friend, not anyone close. He's not allowed to have those.

But he's a very caring person, and being forced to use his magic to kill people... well... he does care a lot about their death. If that counts.

:')

(He does care about people in his recovery arc, though! He gets to be happy then, that... will just take a good while to happen...)

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Taglist: @whump-till-ya-jump @floral-comet-whump @paingoes

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[inkskinned]

it's extremely critical that you see the photo of the perp walk for luigi mangione as being propaganda. i've seen so many people wave it off and instead fawn over his looks. and trust me, i know it ended up being kind of pathetic and weird - but please don't brush it off as a "modelling opportunity" for him. it's a fucking terrifying message the police are sending.

i want to make a few comparisons here, in case you're not from the US or familiar with why the perp walk thing is something to pay attention to. just to set the groundwork for why this is a purposeful, unusual, and cruel act by the nyc police - for why this is not a common occurrence and for why that matters.

the prosecution alleges the show of force is due to the charge of "terrorism." for comparison, in june 2015, tsarnaev was found guilty for the boston marathon bombing, which killed 3 people and injured hundreds. his actions are considered to be an act of domestic terrorism. i have spent the last hour looking through google for pictures of similar to mangione's perp walk - and so far, i have found zero. i also just do not personally remember a moment like that, despite living in boston at the time.

they allege that luigi is a stone-cold killer who carried out a longterm plan, making him particularly dangerous. again for comparison: in nyc, recently cory martin was found guilty of the killing of brandy odom. the murder was planned and premeditated to steal insurance money. and yet no staged perp walk. why didn't her life matter enough for a "show of force"?

but mangione gets paraded by a veritable army of police officers as if he is a rabid animal. for a single citizen who allegedly killed one other single citizen, the "largest perp walk ever" occurs.

so what is the "strong message" that the mayor and the police were trying to send here? the mayor speaks as if mangione is already convicted of terrorism. there is a very thin number of people who feel threatened by the CEO's death. none of us felt like mangione needs to be under massive armed guard.

the message is that you shouldn't resist. they are trying to "make an example" of him - that if you behave badly and kill a single rich person, you'll be treated as if you killed hundreds of people. you will be treated worse than a man who was found guilty of terrorism. you will be considered guilty without trial. the message is that the rich are a protected class, and you cannot touch them without massive punishment. they are trying to prevent a revolution by showing dominance and force against you.

the message is that the police are a puppet of the wealthy and that the law is not equally applied across class disparity. it is "some are more equal than others." it is "one life is more precious than another."

the show of force wasn't for luigi. it was for us. it was a warning. they are trying to remind us who is really in control.

[jordanswitches]

one of the hottest things ever is forced orgasms. someone fighting their body for me. getting them really really close and telling them not to cum and they're like straining and clenching their muslces trying to hold it back, even though they know i'm not gonna stop in time and their orgasm is inevitable. but they'll try anyway because they want to be good for me so bad. "stopstopstop, please, i'm gonna cum" awww you can't hold it for me? just a little longer? i know you can do it baby. i know you wanna cum so bad and it feels so good and you just wanna give into the feeling, but hold it. you know i'll ruin it if you don't.

[mismatchsocks]

“will graham is just a sad poor guy who was manipulated by hannibal lecter-“ BOOOOO!!!!! BORING!!!!!!! MY will graham enjoys KILLING and MAIMING because he’s a SICK FREAK

[floral-comet-whump]

hiiii I got inspired :3

Content warnings: Captivity whump, implied past torture, execution via slitting throat, captive whumpee, whumper pov, minor/child whumper, child abuse, institutionalized whump (hardly noted), fantasy whump (hardly noted)

taglist (I forgot I have one soz): @lordcatwich @chiswhumpcorner

The senior investigator skims the report a final time, nodding. They make a spinning motion with their free hand, and Walenty scurries to get a pen from the counter, walking on their toes to negate the limp. They look away as the other writes something, trying not to fidget or look at the captive.

It's not difficult. The muffled screaming has grown into background noise, just as normal as the scratching of steel on paper or the humming of magic.

The stench of misery haunts the air.

“Alright,” their instructor starts, and Walenty nearly squeaks, quickly remembering to place their hands behind their back. “Kill him.”

They blink, looking up. The older’s gaze doesn't waver. Walenty feels like a dumb child. Why? They want to ask so, so bad. They still hesitate, looking at the floor, then at the still captive, at their eyes, practically frozen. They hear the nigh-silence occupying the chamber now, a stark contrast to the prior white noise.

“You’re not questioning my orders, are you?”

“No-!” The apprentice speaks before they think, racking their brain for an excuse. Lesson, strict teacher, mistakes. “I, um.. I just wanted to ask how! So that I don’t do it wrong. Sir.”

Their teacher raises an eyebrow, fully aware it’s a lie. They hum, deeming it acceptable.

“Whichever is most efficient, then.”

Walenty nods, taking back the dagger they’d used. It’s already plenty dirty and none of the other tools are suitable. It might splash, but the floor is bloodied anyway.

“Is slitting the throat fine, sir?”

“Sure.”

And so they walk up to the ruined human, ignore the muffled screams and squirming as they tilt the head upwards with a firm grip, and slash. They’re fast with it as to not hesitate, immediately ducking away to avoid the blood spray. It doesn’t come, only oozing out. Huh.

Walenty flinches at the touch on their head. They don't dare reject it, though. “You minimized cleanup. Good job, Walenty.”

“...Thank you, sir.”

“Kill him.”

“…Wh—what?”

The young man stared at the kneeling criminal before him, his specific crimes forgotten. He couldn’t do that, not him, he—

The king interrupted his thoughts, carefully and gently setting the knife in the young man’s hand, even curling his fingers around the handle.

“Was I unclear? Kill him.”

[botanicalbasilly]

I hate being a person who loves bugs, I can't say anything without the person I'm talking to reacting with disgust. Today I had to literally beg a coworker for the life of a spider, and then after I put it in a nook outside she thought it'd be funny to show me a video she took of her killing one. Like idk man. Birds scare the shit out of me but I still get why people love them. They come in pretty colors and they sound nice and they're interesting to observe. I don't understand why people don't feel the same about bugs. The rich amber color of a cockroach, the iridescent glow of a fly, the intricate hydraulics that power their little legs, the chirp of a beetle, the art of the spider's web... It's all so beautiful. Why is it the habit of so many to destroy?

[moghedien]

Lae’zel’s romance arc is literally everything like it’s a one night stand. It’s a two night stand but she pretends she isn’t dying to be with you again. She’s a domme. She’s a bottom. She doesn’t believe in love and doesn’t like to cuddle. She thinks you’re weak for showing interest in her. She thinks she’s weak because she can’t stop thinking about you. She wakes you up in the middle of the night and makes you duel her because she doesn’t know what else to do about being obsessed with you. She cries and confesses her devotion to you if you win. She cries and confesses her devotion to you if you lose. She will tell everyone about your sexual exploits without shame. She’s embarrassed if you try to kiss her in public. She growls at you if you stop kissing her public. She is extremely possessive of you. She wants you to be as extremely possessive of her and is the most visibly heart broken if you cheat on her. She takes half the game building up the courage to ask you to cuddle. She changes her entire perception of the world because you showed her to was ok to approach things differently. She gives you multiple terms of endearment. She’s terrified that your relationship will end after all of this is over. The climax of her romance is holding her hand.

[sapphia]

congrats on hbomberguy for getting the internet's highest queer honour

[hatsbuckets]

John Price who's tired after missions.

John Price who strips his gear haphazardly and slides on his last clean shirt and sweatpants.

John Price who rubs his face dramatically, huffs, and ignores the after action report he needs to finish up.

John Price who collapses on to the couch in his office, sprawled out on the thing that's almost too small for him.

John Price who doses off right then and there, not caring an ounce for his comfort otherwise.

John Price who barely cracks an eye open when the door to his office drifts open, the warm light from the hall seeping into the dark room, and a particularly exhausted Sergeant enters.

John Price who closes his eyes and just opens his arms, accepting the weight of one Kyle Garrick on top of him, wrapping his arms around the man.

John Price who breaths in time with Gaz as the smaller man shoves his nose into John's shoulder, to which John sighs contentedly.

John Price who doesn't open his eyes when the door cracks open again and the familiar presence of one sleepy Scotsman shoves his way onto the couch next to them, somehow, impossibly, perfectly. The warmth of one John Mactavish burrowing into his side.

John Price who moves his arm so that one is around Gaz and the other is around Soap, sprawled and wrapped into each other on the couch that's definitely too small for them.

John Price who hardly notices when the door opens again, and one silently tired Lieutenant sits on the floor, leaning back against the couch.

John Price who reaches over, gives the man's shoulder one good squeeze, and his hand is caught in the callused fingers of one Simon Riley.

John Price whose eyes scrunch in a smile when his hand is graced with one gentle press of lips before it's released.

John Price who sleeps warm and comfortable in his pile.

John Price who's tired after missions,

but never too tired for his boys.

John Price who eventually snores but all of them are too exhausted to move and are undeniably comforted by the noise anyway.

gaz | soap | ghost

[nando161mando]

Rehabilitation, not Devastation. Fuck The Police.

[witchofthemidlands]

as someone who identifies as a woman & wishes to have a child one day i am genuinely horrified by what they wrote for belinda chandra. that is actually terrifying.

[daemaid]

AU type thing where instead of imprisoning him, the Bishops somehow manage to wrestle the red crown off of Narinder and he is reduced to his mortal form.

[stealingpotatoes]

heres a crappy venn (??) diagram explaining the dynamics in the tl4j time travel au bc it's easier than trying to write a full plot

[starcurtain]

I think this is how the conversation in the dev room went.

[starry-bi-sky]

on a completely separate note; shizun luo binghe with a disciple shen yuan who fell into the abyss??? *thinks about LBH canonically stealing SQQ's corpse for 5 years* he'd hallucinate i think. like, like visual and audial hallucinations.

Keeps thinking he's seeing SQQ in the corner of his eyes, or wandering between the trees, amongst a group of disciples. Thinks he hears him calling for him, but its just the wind or another disciple.

Gets Xiu Ya reforged but patently fucking refuses to make a sword mound. Because his disciple Is Not Dead :))) There was No Body. He's Not Dead. And If You keep Insisting That He Is, He's Gonna Skewer You :). He's holding onto Xiu Ya so he can return his most favored disciple's sword when he returns. It's on his hip right next to Zheng Yang where it's supposed to be.

Also this motherfucker?? does not sleep btw. He has the image of SQQ, wide eyed and hysterical and standing at the mouth of the abyss burned into his fucking eyelids. Can't use the dreamscape to escape it either because he keeps trying to save him and either he does and it's an incredibly cruel trick to wake up to, or he doesn't and he gets his heart broken in several different pieces again.

There is no convincing this man that Shen Qingqiu is dead. Absolutely nothing at all. He is buried so deep in denial that moles would be jealous of how deep he is. He keeps making tea for two in the bamboo house only to remember that it's just him. SQQ's fans are hiding everywhere, little reminders of his presence. He goes to wake up SQQ on the mornings he sleeps in-- only to find the room empty.

[kaogens]

recent artdump ive been neglecting my tumblr a bit so sorry...quite busy