home is where the heart is (and yours is gone)
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[stp art request]
Mayhaps the Prisoner choking someone to death with her chains? Still the favorite moment in the game-
that part went so hard i feel you
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[ cw: violence mention / death mention / ]
Will never stop thinking about how Leo, all alone in an endless void and being beaten again and again and again by the only other living thing around, still finds comfort in that space. The situation he was in was completely hopeless, and in any other circumstances he would not have escaped, at least not fast enough to save him from permanent (or even fatal) damage, be it physical or mental.
And yet, despite the bleakness of his situation, despite the agony and helplessness, all he needs is one glance at a crumbled photograph, one glance to remember his family, and that’s enough of a reason for him to smile.
Maybe that’s why his powers center around manipulating space - because no matter how much space is between them, no matter how dire his own situation may be, just the thought of his family, alive and okay, is enough to give Leo hope.
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Winfred Rembert (American, 1945-2021), Untitled (Eleven on the Chain Gang), 2011. Dye on carved and tooled leather, 20 7/8 x 33 ½ in.
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Bored in prison, what should he do while locked up?
New videos posted in the GIL folder!
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Convict in Florida Prison Blues
Florida Prison cell and Transport Chains
Sliding solid door. Maximum security cell.
Striped pants. Two person cell.
Back of shirt.
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How much would it cost for a full week in the strictest maximum security?
I assume you are asking about costs for the Franklin County Historic Jail Roleplay.
The level of security or any other requests do not impact the price (which is $400 for each 24 hour period).
You may ask what you get for $400. That price includes:
Access to the cellblock- dayroom- booking area- prison yard
Use of inmate uniforms and restraints from a vast collection
24/7 uniformed guards (minimum of 2 at all times)
3 meals a day served with prison utensils
Laundry- showers- linens- toiletries
Creation and maintenance of your roleplay at all times, including but not limited to: arrest- intake- mugshots- fingerprints- yard time- hard labor- chain gang- solitary confinement- general population- court hearings.
We will also work to create any special requests on a case by case basis. We can't do everything!!
Question about Franklin County Jail Roleplay
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(meanwhile in Shackling Prison)
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Straight boy kidnapped, woke up laying on the cold concrete floor. His hands, legs and body was bound by some kind of straps.
He looked around to see that he was in the some kind of small abandoned warehouse room.
The boy was scared; he didn't know where he was or why he was there?
The last thing he remembers is that he wore his new adidas tracksuit and went jogging through the forest and passing by a van parked in path.
Boy struggled on the floor to get himself free but straps were tight, giving no loose.
He saw there was a door to get out of this room, but it looked like locked and impossible to open when bound like this.
He didn't know what to do so he started to call help.
Boy: "Help"
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Boy: "Anyone here? Help"
…
Soon boy heard some racket and somebody opened the warehouse door.
Boy struggled to turn in his bonds and saw tall man wearing black shiny nylon windsuit, ski mask and carrying a bag.
Boy: "Help me! Let me out!"
Man laughed: "Can't let such tracksuit twinks run freely"
Man walked on boy and crouched, using hand he groped boy's ass.
Man: "Your cute ass looks and feels so good in those trackies"
Boy struggled and screamed
Boy: "NO, TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF AND LET ME GO!"
Man: "You aren't getting free sporty boy, we are gonna have some fun with you"
Boy: "LET ME GO YOU SICKO, HELP!"
Man took something from bag and boy soon heard sound of tape tearing.
Man: "I think you have been loud enough"
Boy: "STOP!"
Man went top of the boy and and stuffed some cloth inside the boy's mouth and started to wrap duct tape around boy's head.
Boy tried to struggle and scream but binds and man on the top made it impossible.
Multiple and multiple times, man made loops with duct tape around the boy's head before finishing the gag.
Man rose up and reached for bag again.
Man: "You was trying to leave when you moved through the floor towards the door?
Boy heard sounds of the metal chains.
Man took boy by shoulders and pulled him against the wall.
Boy kept trying to scream but gag was very effective.
"Sit up" Man said when he lifted boy into a sitting position.
Boy felt chain put around his neck and it getting locked behind.
Boy tried to resist but couldn't do much.
Then man took rest of the chain, pulled it up to create some tension and locked it somewhere above boy's head.
Now poor boy couldn't move around at all as chain on his neck kept him to sit against the wall.
Boy looked his captor and noticed big cock bulging in man's windpants.
Boy got scared of that and the man noticed what the boy had seen.
Man came and put his crotch to boy's face.
Grapping boy's head he forced boy's face to slide around his bulge through soft and shiny nylon of windpants.
Boy tried to get his face off from the bulge but man was holding boy's head tight, man enjoyed that and got even more hard.
Leaving boy in the bonds, man turned around, picked his bag. Now cellphone in his hand, he took picture of poor boy.
Man: "Don't go anywhere, later when my gay dominant sport friends arrive, we will start the actual fun."
Leaving the helpless boy behind, he switched the lights off, now it was pitch black.
Man opened the door, walked out and shut the door. Boy could tell from the metal sounds that door was very thoroughly locked.
In cold, dark and silent, boy subtly tested his bonds, hands were secure, legs were secure and any movement to move around was prevented by the neck chain.
Now it was only helpless waiting for the poor boy to capturers come back and have their "fun".
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“Is this how you we are supposed to be living?”
(insp.)
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Klaroline Fic: The Wolf IV [01/13]
Summary: Five years after the downfall of the Mikaelson family, Caroline returns to New Orleans to fulfill the promise she made to Marcel: one day, she would be back for the man he has been keeping prisoner in the bowels of the old compound, and she would not be leaving without him. But the plans to abandon the city's eternal loop of tragedy behind once and for all are thwarted when a new enemy with unexpected old ties resurfaces, threatening not just Eve's life, but Caroline's as well.
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S04E01 Gather Up the Killers ✨
The thing about finally getting something you longed for what feels like an eternity is the accompanying dread that it might be taken away.
Even after five years, Marcel is still not used to having it. Peace.
Nobody tells you how unsettling peace is. How it manifests as a constant nagging in the back of your mind, like you're forgetting something, getting soft, letting your guard down. It's quiet and harmonious, yes, but it's also a kind of fear. A cold shudder at the pit of your stomach, as though at any second it can all be snatched away from you.
If he doesn't watch himself, it can easily descend into paranoia.
He doesn't think there has been a single day where he hasn't been on full alert mode, looking over his shoulder, watching over the city from his not-so-new penthouse like a vigilante, waiting for the monsters to come out. And then he remembers that there are no monsters anymore. None greater than him, anyway. He is the thing that everybody fears.
He's always tiptoeing around that delicate line separating caution from madness, one sudden move around a corner away from overreaction that could send all the hard-earned balance they've achieved blown into the air.
One wrong move from turning into him.
Read the full chapter here
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Took forever and a day, but ta-da! Starting part 4 was so much harder than I thought, but well. Here is something! Like I said, I'm not starting a new AO3 story for this, it'll be [22/34] there, but for the sake of being clearer here, I'm using the S4 numbers and a new summary.
I don't have any art or edit or anything to go with this story, so I just searched my old edits folder and found something that more or less applies, so there you go. :D
As always, your comments/kudos/reblogs mean the world to me and I really hope you guys enjoy it! Cheers!
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Prompt #10: Locks
Locks are so incredibly underutilized in whump writing. They are, of course, alluded to, but almost never described. Some examples:
• Whumpee’s heart drops as they hear the heavy, final click of their captor turning the key in the lock to their cell/cage/coffin/closet/etc. Trapped, they listen as the footsteps fade away, leaving them in the cold, dark, and loneliness.
• From the other side, whumpee can hear whumper sealing the door with layers of chains before padlocking it. They throw themselves against the door, screaming for help. But the chains and lock don’t give.
• Locking the padlock on chains, tugging it to make sure it won’t snap. Stepping back and smirking as whumpee tries to move. Then whumper draping the string of the key over their neck to taunt their captive or slipping it into their pocket out of sight.
• Handcuffs, collars, and shackles that lock automatically once snapped shut. Too quickly restrained to struggle, no chance to fight back.
• Alternatively, restraints that require to be locked manually. Whumpee fights as long as they can. Eventually, whumper gets the restraints around them and soon after jams the key in the hole. Whumpee sags in defeat once they feel the twist and hear the click. They’re stuck now.
• Sci-fi locks that require a fingerprint, passcode, or a keycard.
• New objective: find key/keycard/fingerprint/passcode/etc. in order to escape.
• Locked in a room with a bomb, a monster, poison gas, filling with water, an interrogator, etc.
• Metal gags, muzzles, and masks that lock. Even if their hands are free, whumpee can’t remove the gag to speak. If they escape, they’re mute until they can find a way to get it off.
• Locking whumpee in a room, cell, tower, etc. to prevent them from completing their mission, delivering information, or stoping a crisis.
• Whumper dangles the key in front of their captive’s face before throwing it away or swallowing it. “You’re never leaving this place.”
• Trapped in a lockdown protocol.
• Connecting restraints with padlocks to make whumpee even more immobile: connecting two cuffs around the wrists and/or ankles with a padlock instead of a short chain; lock the chain between cuffs to the chain tethering their neck to the floor, padlock a loose chain to a loop in the floor, wall, or pillar; padlock two people together, etc.
• Smashing a lock with a brick or stone or the butt of a gun. Shooting out the lock (I play Uncharted). Even kicking the door and breaking a weak lock.
• Captive has lock-picks hidden in their hair, mouth, or clothing. They quietly and skillfully pick the lock and escape. Maybe they are caught in the act and there are consequences.
• Magic locks. Only the person who enchanted the lock or the right counter-spell can unlock it.
• Emotions of panic and desperation as a whumpee who hasn’t given up yet pulls at the chains in hopes of finding a weak point. Or defeated acceptance once they hear the final click, knowing they’re stuck.
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JUNHAN
BREAK THE BRAKE
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