#locked away

[lulusdreamsz]

In case you're wondering if I'm wearing your chastity keys

[linecrosser]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 27 - Locked Away

[laura-mistress]

My wishlist: https://throne.com/mistresslaura

[chvsire]

tbh I don’t know how us as viewers are suppose to sympathize with any of the casts’ parents, ESPECIALLY aaron’s dad. specifically in mystreet’s case we literally witness them experiment on their own children and then derek takes it a step forward by literally locking his son in a metaphorical cage his entire childhood and young adult life? he can’t leave the house, can’t live on his own without supervision, literally hires people to stalk him while he’s at school, and in general is just a major asshole to him while playing the “im doing this to keep you and everyone safe!” card. like dude if you were scared about what your son was going to become bc of your own family curse MAYBE you shouldn’t have had kids in the first place. or stopped after you had your eldest daughter bc the curse only affects men in the family??? I don’t like aaron, but man, the guy really got unlucky in the family department.

I think what annoys me the most is agent r knowing everything that derek did to aaron, still telling derek that he was the best father aaron could have when he was a better father figure then him.

[seshen]

a little something from the fic i'm writing:

You could feel him watching you as you walked along the bookshelves. A book caught your eye, you pulled it out. “What’s this one?” You asked as you looked at the cover. Your jaw dropped open as you saw it. The cover was like an old romance book but it was a woman embracing a dragon. 

You heard footsteps coming up behind you hurriedly and you turned, Seto was there snatching the book out of your hand. You had never seen him look so embarrassed before. You grinned at him playfully.

“Is that one you have yet to read?” You saying teasingly. 

His face grew a shade you had never seen on him before. He looked away from you trying not to make eye contact. “It was a joke gift from Mokuba.”

[clownqueen88]

A drawing request for @princeasimdiya12

Their request was young Stan Pines captured and locked up and wearing Aladdin style clothing

I've also never tried this kind of lighting or shading, so I hope it looks good!

[aprocessionofthoughts]

Locked Away

ai-less whumptober23 day 27- Forgotten/ Locked away/ Immortal Whumpee fandom- Danny phantom TW- nothing summary- Sam can't shake the feeling that she needs to visit the Fenton house

ao3 ailesshwhumptober23 masterlist part 2 of AHINWTG

Ever since that night, when they’d spoked with the spirit Phantom, Sam had been having dreams. None of them were very clear, blurry faces or spots around town, the feeling of electricity. But one thing that had come up more than once was the Fenton house.

The Fenton house had stood empty for years. Or at least that's what everyone said. But the house hadn’t been sold, and it didn’t even look like it had been vandalized. The little Sam had heard about the house was that when the Fenton adults had died of old age, their daughter had visited for the funeral before leaving and never coming back. 

Several years later the City Committee had tried to track her down once to see if she’d sell the house, but they found that she’d died in a car accident.

No one approached the house. In fact, the houses to either side also stood empty.

Sam had considered exploring it before, but it just seemed like such a normal house. Sure, it was a strange situation and the houses to either side were empty but… Actually, why hadn’t she ever done it? She could faintly remember standing in front of the house before but neer one had she approached it.

Sam squared her shoulders. She was no coward. She stuffed a flashlight in her backpack and left her house. As she approached the Fenton house a sense of dread started to fill her, her body tensed and when she stood in front of the house her breathing speeded up. Subconsciously, she found herself turning around and waking a few steps away. When she realized it, she froze before gritting her teeth and walked quickly around the side of the house so that she could break in through the back. 

She felt cold and her whole body was thrumming with dread. The lock was easy to pick and she ignored the dread and stepped into the house.

She wasn’t sure what she had been expecting. But with the intense dread that permeated the place, the last thing she’d expected was a house that looked so…normal. The furniture wasn’t even covered in white sheets. It was like after the adult Fentons had died, no one had stepped foot in the house. She walked through the little hallway that connected the backdoor to the living room. 

There was a dust covered photograph on the wall and Sam wiped the dust off. When she finally got a good look at the picture, she inhaled sharply. There were four figures in the picture. A large man, a slight woman, and a red haired girl. The fourth figure was unrecognizable beneath the scratch marks that covered that section of the photo. 

Could that be Phantom? Was this why she was dreaming of the Fenton house after speaking with the spirit?

She continued into the house, the dread increasing but she shoved it down. She entered the kitchen and thankfully there was no rotting food. The Fenton daughter probably took care of that at least.

As she looked around she felt drawn to a cabinet next to one wall. She couldn’t tell why, but she felt that there was something behind it. Something calling her. 

It takes a while, first to move everything in the cabinet to the table and counters and then to wiggle the cabinet far enough from the wall that she could shine her flashlight behind it. 

There was a door. She stared, for she’s not sure how long, before she finished moving the cabinet out of the way.

There’s no doorknob and there’s a board over it that’s been nailed to the wall.

It takes some time, but after looking around she found a hammer and was able to pry the nails out and remove the board.

Then she just stood there, looking at the door.

Finally, she opened the door and a wave of cold air rushed over her. There’s a stairway. She shivered, but took a step down. The cold increased the further down she went, but she only quickened her step so that she wouldn't stop.

As she approached the bottom of the stairs she started to see what looked like lab tables. There are boxes around the edges of the room and dust covered tools on the table. There’s some trash on the ground and some pieces of broken equipment scattered around. 

When she reached the bottom of the stairs her eyes landed first on a large empty hole in one wall. There were severed wires coming from it. She glanced around and realized that there’s a strange glow coming from beneath a tarp placed over what looks like a large crate or something. 

She walked over, shivering and wishing she’d brought a jacket. 

She tugged at the tarp, and when it finally fell free she stumbled back. That was a glowing green cage. 

Then she saw the lump lying at the center of the cage and gagged. That was a body. 

Then the body lifted its head and looked right at her.

She screamed.

Sam wasn’t proud of herself, but she raced out of the basement, up the stairs and out the open front door. 

Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god.

What was that?

She umped down the porch and had almost made it to the sidewalk when she stumbled and fell. In front of her hand, lying on the grass, was the planchet. She bit back another scream, and scrambled to her feet before racing away, not stopping until she was safe in her own room.

The next day, she couldn’t help making her way to the Fenton's street. She stopped far away, but she still stumbled back when she noticed the front door was shut. That was the door she had run out of. She hadn’t closed it. And now that she thought about it, she had neer opened it either.

She turned and raced the rest of the way to school.

[sen-sational]

In the span of one minute after posting on one of my blogs my inbox looks like this

YOU RABID BEASTS

[laura-mistress]

My wishlist: https://throne.com/mistresslaura

[crystalsthingsposts]

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[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

The Secrets of Castle Drachenburg: Chapter 1

Summary: Written for AI-less Whumptober 2023 Day 27. Set after Httyd 2. Hiccup wakes up all alone in a strange room injured and alone with no memory of how he got there.

Warning: Injury, graphic depiction of violence

Rating: Mature

Characters: Hiccup

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Words: 2 796

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: Forgotten, Locked away

Whumpee: Hiccup

Author’s Notes: Ooooh, my second longfic this Whumptober~ Very excited to FINALLY be sharing this one!

Anybody who can guess the game that inspired this fic's setting gets a cookie. 🍪

It's gluten-free.

Enjoy!

@ailesswhumptober

[talesofedo]

Day 3 - Solitary Confinement

If you enjoy my art this Whumptober, you might also like to check out my past Whumptober and Comfortember art. 🥰

[machetelanding]

[euesworld]

"Your smile was locked away behind your resting bitch face until I unlocked it with a laugh.."

And what a beautiful smile it was.. like the sky trying to hide a sunset - eUë

[twomanyfandomshelp]

What are you top 5 most favourite songs of all time? send this to 5 of your favourite followers when you answer! if you get a second one say your top five favourite artists and if you get a third say your top 5 favourite albums!

Oh my gosh this is so hard. Artists or albums would be so much easier, but songs? I love so many songs! Here, have five that I’ve been obsessed with recently, in no particular order they are:

1. Paper Rings by Taylor Swift (will always be one of my fav songs, it’s just so cute)

2. Cry by Benson Boone (fantastic song, please listen to it if you haven’t).

3. Locked Away by R. City feat. Adam Levine (it just gets stuck in my head all the time and ya know what I’m not mad at it)

4. Can I just say all of Epic: the Musical? Just, the whole thing? Is that cheating? I don’t care, it’s my post, don’t make me choose.

5. The Underworld Saga of Epic: the Musical (yes, I know I already said epic, but I’ve been listening to it on repeat since it came out and I just love it so much so take it or leave it).

[holyluvr]

I do not agree with the sentiment of “psychosis doesn’t measure someone’s intelligence”/“psychotic people aren’t that way because they’re idiots” (basically what they’re saying). Yes, it’s correct in a way? But it’s also partially false, and the way it’s used to separate from people with ID when they probably have the closest experiences to people with schizo-affect disorders bothers me.

Psychosis does impact cognitive perception and performance. It does technically make people less intelligent than they would be without it. It’s situational to the psychosis levels while ID is permanent is the difference, but Schizophrenia spectrum disorders do impact cognitive abilities.

Why do you need to let people know that a psychotic person who’s freaking out doesn’t have an intellectual disability? That shouldn’t be necessary to respect someone, and it’s not praise or validation to me. I want to punch the person when I hear that, but I don’t because I know they aren’t being mindful and most people would say smth like “sorry I didn’t consider it”. (Although I did get into a fight at a hospital and had to be sent to the quiet room over this but worse lol) Don’t tell me that I can be a little more respected because I’m not like my OLDER SISTER THAT I CARE ABOUT.

How is that an affirmation to someone or explanation to respect someone psychotic? Fuck you. I’m not throwing people with ID /cognitive disability under the bus so you can decide if you’re supposed to scold, mock, neglect, and yell at me for being stupid (ID treatment)…or if you’re supposed to treat me like a bomb that will go off any moment and has to be closely monitored, drugged, invaded boundaries, and controlled (psychosis treatment). although they often blur and have similar patterns of how people treat us