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pianokantzart · 8 months

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#my art #luigi #super mario brothers #Dimentio #strangulation tw

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one-time-i-dreamt · 10 months

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I was in a staring contest with Jerma985 and suddenly he started getting uncomfortably close and proceeded to strangle me.

#dream #text #jerma985 #violence #violence tw #strangulation tw #queueueueueueueueueueueueueue

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memesomething · 1 year

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spot-the-muse starter prompts

muses being able (or forced) to see/watch each other is a great way to start or set up interactions. these are a set of visible prompts that might work as premises for starters. feel free to specify which muse is watching and which muse is experiencing the prompt!

send a number for a starter where one muse watches the other....

being strangled

being hit on by someone they're uninterested in

crawling out of an alley somewhere

getting soaked as a passing car drives through a puddle

dancing/standing in the rain

defending the other muse physically or verbally

talking about the other muse with someone else (and they don't think the other muse is listening)

sleeping in the grass in a park

returning the last copy of a library book the other muse wanted to borrow

trying and failing to eat a messy meal without making a mess

tripping up a staircase

doing their job particularly well

realising they can't pay for their coffee at a cafe

missing their stop on public transport

sighing as their phone runs out of charge when they really needed it to get home

defending themselves physically or verbally

needing help

asking someone else for help and not getting it

wrapping up (or trying to hide) a wound

passing out (or about to pass out)

interacting with a scared animal

sacrificing/giving up something they wanted, so that someone else can have it

having a nightmare

drowning

attempting to escape a disastrous blind date

#rp meme #strangulation tw #injury tw #rp memes #roleplay memes #regular meme #angst

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descendant-of-truth · 8 months

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What I like about Rockman.exe is that. they push the notion that Netto is the wild card between the two so much, right, like he's the classic loud, reckless kid who jumps out of windows and runs into radiation on purpose. so, next to the sweet and mild-mannered Rockman, he's gotta be the crazy one of the two, right?

Except at every turn, Rockman proves time and again to be WAY more susceptible to unhinged behavior than Netto could ever be

And to his credit, the stuff with Dark Rockman and the Cybeast forms were caused by external factors, even if it still adds to a narrative pattern that I'm very invested in. But the part in the manga where he tears a navi apart with his bare hands was 100% pure Rockman rage, and Netto has to be the one to tell him not to give in to it while he's strangling his evil double in the background

The best way I can think to explain it is that Netto is a consistent level of insane across the board regardless of the situation, while Rockman switches rapidly between the extremes of being Actually Normal and needing to be physically restrained to stop his bloodlust. And truly, who else is doing it like them

#megaman #megaman battle network #mmbn #rockman.exe #hikari netto #lan hikari #analysis #meta #violence tw #strangulation tw #Disclaimer: this post is NOT being written with fully up-to-date knowledge on everything that happens in the Battle Network franchise #If I'm forgetting crucial examples relating to either character then. My Bad #I also went out of my way to include pictures from each version even though there's a lot of overlap in plot points between them #just to show that I'm referring to their characters in like. the franchise as a whole #rather than a specific version

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cpt-winters · 2 months

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Hostage / Kidnapping Whump - Part Two (Part One)

Whumpee closed his eyes as his name echoed down the adjacent hallway, muffled through the metal door as rapid footsteps grew louder.

The sniper flexed his fingers, tightening his fists as his eyes snapped back open with the door.

"Whumpee? Whum-" Leader stilled, pistol trained in front of him.

No shot sounded.

Whumpee clenched his jaw as the cold metal barrel dug deeper into his temple. "Shoot him," he gritted out.

"Leader," Whumper started, gloved fingers snaking around the side of Whumpee's neck as he spoke. "Put down your weapon."

Whumpee went rigid, gaze wandering over to his rifle, still out of reach. It was tempting, impossible, but tempting.

He forced his expression to remain neutral, the hand on his neck tightening.

"No one has to die," the mercenary went on. "Just put it down."

Leader's gaze faltered, meeting his teammate's, the other glaring up at him from his spot on the ground.

"What the hell?" Whumpee choked out, the pressure in his head building before the merc's grip loosened. "Just shoot him sarge!" he snapped.

"I-"

The shrill of Whumper's warning shot to the ceiling earned a wince from his captive as Leader hesitated a moment longer.

"No. Don't you fuckin' dare-" Whumpee's protest was cut short by the soft clink of Leader's gun touching the floor.

Whumpee's eyes widened as four figures poured in from the side doors behind his sergeant, weapons in hand.

He made the lunge for his rifle at the exact moment something pricked his neck. Whumpee hit the ground face first, muscles spasming before the darkness blotted his vision.

Taglist - @dutifullykrispyland @gala1981 @jinxquickfoot @hostagesituations

#whump #defiant whumpee #team whump #team dynamics #whump snippet #captivity whump #military whump #hostage whump #stoic whumpee #protective caretaker #team leader whump #leader whump #power dynamics #male whumpee #strangulation tw #electrocution #kidnapping whump

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megamyceted · 9 months

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SHADOWS OF ROSE SCENERY 3 / ?? resident evil village: shadows of rose, 2022

#shadows of rose #resident evil village #rosemary winters #re8 #resident evil #reviledit #* mine.#gore tw #body horror tw #strangulation tw #just in case

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just-bee-lieve · 1 year

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day 6: dream / nightmare

(i’m sorry)

#teruki hanazawa #my art #mp100 #strangulation tw

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pianokantzart · 7 months

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#not my art #Dimentio #Luigi #Mario #Super Mario Brothers #blood tw #violence tw #strangulation tw

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fromgallowsandgraves · 2 months

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Open Starter

“You fool.” Lips curled, he grabbed the dying necromancer by the throat, hoisting the would-be king of the undead into the air. “You knew my story, and still, you learned nothing. ‘You may be my creator, but I am your master.’”

The quote held every bit as much venom as it had when he'd originally directed those words at Victor Frankenstein, and then some.

“So fell my maker. What made you believe that you would fare any better?”

Normally, the reanimated man didn't take the risk of taunting his enemies this way, no matter how vulnerable and close to death they might appear. Even now, enraged almost to the point of madness by how close he'd come to saving the victims, only to watch the life and will leave their eyes, he would have brought this one-sided conversation to an abrupt – and probably gory – end.

Unaware of the interloper, he drew the necromancer closer to him and smirked, reveling in the man's shudder.

“I've been learning. Unlike dear Victor, you won't have the luxury of staying dead. But don't worry. I'll leave just enough of your consciousness intact that you can spend centuries thinking about what you did to your ‘thralls’. I’ll show you exactly as much mercy as you showed them.”

As the first spark of horrified realization in his victim's eyes, he tightened his grip on the man's throat, crushing the man's windpipe with no real intent to revive him. Only then did the reanimated man notice the third person in the room.

“Did you know this man? Are you with him? Tell me the truth, and I swear I will not harm you.” It was a foolish vow, perhaps, but it might keep an innocent soul from attacking first out of fear.

#open starter #v: high fantasy #death tw #strangulation tw

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actress4him · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 15 - The Shadow and The Brute

This is the latest Brumaria AU, a Hero/Villain story! Bruno aka The Brute belongs to Izzy, and bits of his dialogue in this were written by her.

Taglist: @painful-pooch , @sssunshinebreeze

The Shadow of Death Masterlist

No. 15: “I don't need you to help me I can handle things myself.” | Suppressed Suffering

Contains: lady whump, touch aversion, strangulation, referenced whipping, referenced stress position, corporal punishment, hidden injuries

Kamaria doesn’t feel like being here. Not that there’s anything new about that, being in good physical condition is a foreign concept and most of her missions aren’t anything she’s personally invested in, anyway. There are often a hundred other places she’d rather be than where she’s sent, in bed usually being one of them.

But today is particularly bad. She usually at least gets a night to recover after a punishment before she’s sent out again, but no, Roderick had to get ticked at her for whatever reason this morning. And absolutely nobody cares that she has fresh whip marks on her back, chafing underneath her clothes, and they definitely don’t care that her throat is so bruised she can barely even speak. They only care about her taking out some low-level criminal that’s interfering with their plans for the city.

Which she’d be doing, no problem, except that The Brute showed up. Nothing new about that, either, and normally an encounter with him doesn’t exactly dampen her mood. But today, she really wishes that for once, he wouldn’t be so annoyingly good at his job. Why can’t he just leave her alone today? She just wants to kill the stupid criminal and go back to headquarters to lick her wounds in private, but she’s stuck here in one of their half-hearted fights, listening to his one-sided banter.

“Looks like somebody didn’t get enough sleep last night.” Brute dodges yet another of her knife swipes easily, returning it with a punch that she just barely manages to miss herself. “You’re slow today.”

Usually she’d throw a barb right back at him, but just the thought of speaking makes her throat burn. She throws a knife, instead, which sticks in the brick wall just beside his ear.

“Ooh, not enough sleep makes you grumpy, too, I guess. Or should I say…even grumpier than usual? Going for the ‘silent and deadly’ style today.” He yanks the small knife out of the mortar and inspects it. “Doesn’t really bode well for me.”

Yes, she’s grumpy. She’d like to growl at him to shut up, she’s not in the right headspace to make light of this situation. Their fights barely qualify as such, since neither of them really want to harm the other, a fact that she absolutely refuses to examine and adamantly pretends isn’t true. She even sometimes enjoys getting to battle it out with the hero, even on days when her pain level is worse than usual.

Maybe it’s because she can’t snark back at him and get into the mood of the fight. For whatever reason, she just wants to get this over with, but unfortunately just because he seems to kind of like her doesn’t mean he’s willing to back off and let her do her job. She’s going to have to somehow give him the slip if she wants to avoid even more punishment when she gets back.

“Seriously? Nothing to say at all?”

I have plenty to say. I’d like to say go away. Leave me alone. I need to do this so I don’t get beaten to a pulp tonight.

I’d kind of like to ask how the only gentleman I’ve ever met ended up fighting on the side of the people I hate the most. Or why you seem to give a flip about me, a villain, at all.

I’d like to tell you that it feels like someone lit my back on fire, because I get the feeling you’d be the only person in the world that somehow actually cared.

She swings at him again, just nicking his arm with the tip of the blade. He doesn’t seem to notice, pushing closer and grabbing onto that wrist. Anyone else, she’d bring her left hand up and stab them directly in the chest. But it’s Brute. She can’t kill him, no matter how aggravated she might be with him. So she allows him to get close and doesn’t fight back yet, unaware of just how uncomfortable it’s going to be until he grabs her other arm, too, and spins her around to press her back into the bricks.

Her breath hitches in her throat, but her mind is only partially on the pain coursing through her back. He’s never pinned her before, she doesn’t usually let him. Being pinned means being hurt.

But this is Brute. He never hurts her, not badly, at least.

But he is hurting her.

But he doesn’t mean to.

Still, no matter how logical she tries to force herself to be about it, her instincts and memories are stronger. She struggles against him, face carefully blank but heart pounding too fast.

Let go let go let go let go

“Hey, calm down, Shadow. I’m not gonna hurt you!” He doesn’t let up, his grip strong but not bruising. “What is your deal today? Are you mad at me or something?”

Again, if he was anyone else, she’d be using the little bit of movement she has in her left arm to reach for another knife. Instead, she kicks at his shins, hoping to dissuade him.

“Ow.” He still doesn’t let go. She might have to go for the knife after all. The longer she’s trapped, the less she’s able to think straight to see the problem with just stabbing him.

“Shadow. Look, I’ll let you go in a second, but can you just tell me what’s -” He cuts off abruptly, leaning his face in closer. “Crap. What happened to you?”

She realizes suddenly that this close, he can see the bruises peeking out from underneath her hood. That’s not what she wanted at all, now he’ll start asking questions and she’ll have to try to explain, if not now then some other day because he’s Brute and he doesn’t give up. Forget not hurting him or her own split-open skin, she needs to get away. She shoves hard and kicks out again, reaching for the knife at the same time.

Thankfully, he lets her go this time, backing away with his hands spread in front of him. She still bolts away from the wall, adjusting her grip on the handle and holding out the blade as if he’ll attack.

“Who did that to you?”

Her back is even worse than before, thanks to scraping it up against the bricks. Now she needs to use her voice, too. “Doesn’t matter.” It sounds exactly as horrendous as she imagined it would, and feels like she’s swallowing nails.

“Yes, it does.” He sounds so deadly serious about it. Is he offended that she’s faced off against someone besides him? If he knew it was her own handler he wouldn’t be. He’d probably laugh in her face about how pathetic she is.

“We’re in the same line of work. You know these things happen.”

Brute sighs, shaking his head. “I can barely get a hit on you…most days other than today. I know there’s more to this, Shadow.”

Kamaria forces a smirk. “Maybe you’re just not as good as the other heroes.”

He rolls his eyes. “Or maybe there’s a villain that’s been picking a fight with you.” Crossing his arms, he looks her up and down. “So who is it? Asking for a friend.”

“Can’t stand for someone else to be the one beating me up?” He needs to drop the subject so that she can stop talking. Maybe she can pretend to lose her voice altogether.

“I don’t think that counts as beating you up.”

“Not everyone is as reluctant to dirty their hands as you are.”

“Are you sure it was their hands they were dirtying?” He’s walking closer again, and she resists the urge to skitter backwards until he reaches out like he’s going to lift her chin with his fingers and inspect the bruises again. His hands go back up in surrender when she jerks away before he can touch. “I’m sorry! I won’t touch. But Shadow…” He sucks in a deep breath, jaw clenching and unclenching. “Is that a boot print?”

She can feel it almost as clearly as if it’s happening right now and not a few hours ago. Her lying on the floor where she’d been struck down, Roderick looming over her. The tread of his boot pressing, pressing, pressing into her throat. The delighted smile on his face. Her body jerking without her permission, desperate to get away even as her mind tells her she’s not allowed to fight back. Realizing with sudden dread that he may actually completely crush her throat, either killing her or taking away her voice for good. The darkness slowly taking over her vision as her oxygen supply dwindles.

Kamaria inhales sharply as if to prove to herself that she still can and focuses back in on Brute’s face. “I still think you’re jealous.”

“No, I’m not jealous because I have no desire to do such a thing to you.” He sighs again, running a hand through his hair. “You’re just as stubborn as always. Would you actually tell me if something was wrong?”

No. “Nothing’s wrong.” She smiles a little, trying to reassure him. Nothing’s wrong, this is just how my life is.

He grumbles a little under his breath. “Fine. Can we at least call this done and go home, since you clearly don’t feel like being here? You can just nod, you don’t have to speak.”

Grateful but trying to seem nonchalant, she gives a distinct nod.

“Good. I’ll see you around, Shadow. Take care of yourself.”

He turns to leave, and Kamaria begins walking in the direction she was heading before, toward the criminal’s place of work.

“Excuse me, I’m fairly certain that’s not the way you should be going right now.” Brute is glaring at her, arms crossed. Again, being annoyingly good at his job when she really needs him to just let her be.

She gives him her best innocent stare, but he just points toward where she came from. “I won this fight. That means you go home and don’t cause any more trouble today.”

Giving up any pretense, she glares daggers at him and turns on her heel, marching away. She can hear him chuckling behind her, completely oblivious to the trouble he is causing for her. She won’t give up yet, though. Being late on a mission still means punishment - and a longer time until she can properly care for her wounds - but it’s far worse to fail the mission altogether. She’ll bide her time, take the long way around, and try her best to take out her mark without any of the heroes catching her this time. Maybe she’ll get lucky for the first time today and only get stress positions instead of a beating or another whipping.

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