#lift cage

[angelsdean]

Dean remembering Hell in Supernatural: Bobby Singer's Guide to Hunting.

(for context they're up against a Greek Goddess that is feeding on their memories--preferring the good ones--so Dean starts remembering all his worst ones to hurt her)

[majimasleftasscheek]

Hi, im very sorry if this has already been answered or established somewhere else but im curious, with your Kazumaji stuff, around what time did they start dating (i.e. after the events of Yakuza 0 and all that) and how?

tbh, I dunno!

I don't really have an established date for that cuz sometimes I'm like man they'd be really cute during y0 and then other times I set it between post y0 and the beginning of y1. The latest they would start me thinks is some months after the events of y1 but in general it sorta depends on how I'm feeling and what silly scenarios play in my head

ideas under the cut tho 👀

if we're talking y0: I like to think Kiryu has to go to Sotenbori for some reason, be it business or he's there with Nishiki for some partying. he sees Majima at the Grand being depressed and is like "damn girl those bags under your eyes makes my dick go *boing sound effect*" and asks him out 🥺 Kiryu gets rejected immediately cuz Majima's in this cycle of 'I deserve nothing but pain and suffering' but Kiryu can't read the room so he is persistently showing up at the Grand despite Majima very obviously wanting to kick his ass. eventually he relents and goes on cute™ dates with Kiryu and realizes oof maybe human intimacy be kinda gucci

if between y0 and y1: Majima's fresh in his mad dog era starting shit with people just to be annoying and Kiryu's one of his targets mainly due to the events of y0. he's kinda like "lol this goober really did some important plot stuff, huh?" and his curiosity gets the better of him because Kiryu is an enigma who eats bugs and Majima cannot suppress his need to get some sense of understanding on this weirdo. in this timeline, it's more one-sided affection from Majima that comes in the form of stabbing while Kiryu is desperately trying to fight the gay allegations and failing. eventually he caves but it's a sorta unofficial, on and off thing that Kiryu doesn't really know how to evaluate for himself. Majima doesn't really care what they are since he's high on life atm and has a cute dude with big boobs on his arm

if during y1: literally just everything Majima Everywhere. Goromi. GOROMI 😩💦 Kiryu is all: I LIKE PUSSY but everyone's like okay big man then why's Majima pole dancing for you huh. the two braincells he has start to click and he realizes maybe Majima wants to hold hands or something unthinkable like that. ngl I like to think Kiryu's thing for Yumi is like a demisexual bi thing where he's like, I do love her but she don't zap my brain quite like the bowlcut freak who knows how to punch me real good and it becomes sorta his personal introspective journey during this time. Majima is also floating in the space of am I doing this for his benefit cuz "training" or am I falling for this dork. he's pretty sad about it cuz of the Saejima reminder vibes but eventually Kiryu falls into his own person that Majima really meshes with and the two of them struggle to actually voice how they feel all the while their pants are down in some dirty alley

if after y1: (going to insert shit from a fic I'm working on) Kiryu's absolutely devastated with what happened in the Millennium Tower + now having to take care of Haruka that he's shut himself off from everyone and everything other than doing the bare minimum to live. in comes Majima being a menace like yo you can't like, let a child parent herself you gotta get outta this slump and Kiryu's all fuck you stop breaking into my house. so it's a long pain in the ass process to help Kiryu deal with his grief while Majima keeps unintentionally making googoo eyes at him and both of them are like boy I sure hope this doesn't awaken anything within me. there's also a lotta dadjima stuff going on and Kiryu's like wowie zowie so you do have a heart and Majima's like no way loser while being just 😳👉👈

[geddyqueer]

the world is my oyster now........ i can go anywhere. anywhere these teeny tiny wheels will take me

[ultimateplaylistmaker]

I've seen alot of ŌGoku art where Gonta carries Kokichi, but I feel like there should be more of Kokichi carrying Gonta.

While I appreciate your faith in Kokichi's ability to carry someone who is over a foot taller than him and weighs more then double he does, he is in fact just going to get crushed

[roychewtoy]

just. roman forcing himself to go and see logans body as concrete, tangible proof that his father was indeed gone, when he previously couldn't even look at him when he was frail and sickly. and TWO days later seeing a photo of his corpse whilst confined in a ski lift, it's so fucked it's all SO FUCKED. here's how the dog cage will prevail.

[prettyprincessplace]

My 25th birthday was yesterday and as a gift I got a strength kink 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[the-whumpening]

The Caged Tiger | Part 4

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CW: gaslighting, torture, gore, Ozmund being Very Very Scary

(heads-up: the next few posts are gnarly)

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Several days pass in the same fashion: part of the day, he’s observed as he spars against Owen, and the rest is spent as Ozmund’s lab rat. How many days exactly, he’s lost count—he’d never been that skilled with numbers to begin with, and the lack of sunlight confuses him. He wakes when he’s fed in the “morning,” and sleeps when he’s given a potion at “night.”

With the fatigue wearing down his body, he finds it harder and harder each day to suppress his rage. Owen is only getting stronger, learning his tactics and finding new ways to counter him every time they fight—and Ash’s failure to keep up is grating on Ozmund. He can see the frustration growing day by day, the terse line of Ozmund’s mouth sinking further and further into a scowl. Between the increasingly bitter comments thrown his way and Faye becoming more and more skittish, he can sense a change in the air.

It’s hardly a surprise to him when he’s awoken not by the gentle Faye, but by the sharp stinging pain of Ozmund’s hand across his face. Every hair on his body raises as he starts awake, scrambling to balance on his haunches. As Ozmund looms over him, he realizes that the smack wasn't from Ozmund’s hand per se, but rather the tight leather gloves he now readjusts on his wrists.

Ozmund crouches slightly to Ash's level, placing his gloved forefinger beneath Ash’s chin and raising his head. “My patience wears thin, boy.” His voice is breathy and dark, less clinical than before. “Need I remind you what will happen if it runs out?”

He conjures something in his free hand: Ash’s eye, still twitching and fighting to look at him. At the same time, part of Ash’s vision goes black, and he feels a wetness on his face. His hand shoots up to touch where his good eye used to be, his fingers instead finding a gaping wound, dripping with blood. He pulls his hand away—no, no, no, this can’t be real!—as his breath comes fast and ragged. His remaining vision sways from his hyperventilation, and he stumbles back, his feet slipping out from beneath him and depositing him in the hay.

Ozmund chuckles. As Ash's vision returns, both the blood on his hand and his eye in Ozmund’s dissolve into green dust. A hot wave of wrathful humiliation washes over his face as he confirms that his eye is in its proper place.

“Glad to see we’re on the same page, then,” Ozmund says as he unhooks Ash’s chain and stands up. “We’ll be doing things a bit differently today. And since we’re understanding one another . . . ” He stares Ash down, almost hypnotizing him. “I expect full cooperation.”

Although often embarrassing and challenging, Ozmund’s tests haven’t been as malicious as Ash expected so far. Faye had him bite down on a salty dough to make impressions of his teeth, and Ozmund shined a light in his eyes briefly, which Hsa particularly disliked. They had him identify shapes and colors—though he still staunchly refuses to speak, he even proved he is capable of reading and writing. Most of the research Ozmund has done required very little on Ash’s part; after giving samples of hair, blood, or saliva, he’s usually returned to his stall. Occasionally, Ozmund performs seemingly harmless spells on him—they don’t appear to do much, from what Ash can tell.

But as Ash is led into the laboratory now, he suspects that his relatively humane treatment is at an end. Faye refuses to look him in the face, keeping her eyes fixed on the floor as she removes his shirt and pulls him to the stone table in the middle of the room. He realizes something new has been added to the slab while he was asleep: Faye presses his shoulder to make him lay down, and her breath hitches as she secures his wrist in a metal brace. She carefully latches down each of his limbs, finally linking the chain of his collar to a hook beneath the ledge.

Pretending to busy herself with the chain, she fervently whispers to him, barely perceptible if not for his superior hearing. “Just do as he asks—please! You don’t have to suffer!” Although fear has been his constant companion since arriving, the urgency in her plea amplifies it even further. Ash’s muscles begin to shake, and he swallows hard against the thick metal collar; even with his trembling, the restraints holding him prevent any movement at all. He wishes he could, for even a moment, be as stoic and sturdy as Krumgus.

“Is everything ready?” Ozmund calls from behind his notes.

Faye jolts, her dark braid bobbing in shock, before she regains her composure. “Yes, sir.”

“Excellent.” He snaps his book shut, tucking it away in his vest, and approaches the table. Like a disappointed father, his stern voice cuts to Ash’s core. “I’ve given you ample opportunity to be forthcoming with me. All I’ve asked is that you let that barbarous rage out—it must be killing you to hold it back all this time. Unfortunately, you’ve lost the privilege to make that choice. You’re going to rage for me today, whether you like it or not.” Sinking close to Ash’s ear, he whispers, “I know you’re hiding something. And I intend to find out what.”

With a placid smile, Ozmund turns to Faye and holds out his hand. She produces a knife—long and ornate, probably older than she and Ash combined—and hands it to him. Unblinking, he swiftly pierces it through Ash’s hand.

[wariizoro]

CH 11 | ONE PIECE (ZOLU FOCUS)

you know what happened next? no? go read the manga kkkk

"NO, IT'S OKAY. YOU JUST STAY IN THE CAGE!!" what

zoro is just so strong ~ 😍

(3/3)

[maderilien]

In my restless dreams I hear that voice (Miao Jiang) (I sleep soundly the rest of the night)

[unroxyfication]

What happened to loxy

We never hear about loxy anymore

loxy passed away last year unfortunately Very sad oh well

[milimeters-morales]

thinking of Miles being super powerful and not realizing just how powerful that means again!

[gender-euphowrya]

i never understood why people would subject themselves to difficult games on purpose but there's something about getting your ass kicked and then finding a way to Not get your ass kicked and get THEIR ass kicked instead that's really satisfying ackshually

[shittygothbitch]

Holy shit

[onepiexe]

what is wrong with my parents. . .

[radio-charlie]

Good omens this morning. Thank you god

[swagging-back-to]

lol researching how to grow pot rn and wowzers this is intense.