wassup gang im lil o'strike, i identify as a rapper & i hunt plebs for fun
oni if u read dis ur a pleb:)
anyway my homies told me 2 sign up 4 dis sht & put my art n stories outta there. so guess we doin dat now g 🤙🏼
if u a hater get in da damn line. got sumn 2 say? spill. my haterz r my fuel. but b ready 4 dat disstrack u fool #barz #rapper
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GODS HOLD THEIR HEADS HIGH [Loki torture fic]
check out @ecri-archives for LAB WHUMP
[wassup elli hope u doin good doc]
[DISCLAIMER: Lil O'Strike is a fictional character from my story universe; this is her OC blog. Anything said & posted here are meant only for entertainment & not for offending anyone. It ain't that serious.]
RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it!
omg thank you @befuddled-calico-whump :]
i have so many WIPs that many will not even be listed here and i will put a cap on tags 😭
Again (current kit project!)
The Redlight Stop cover
ryder struggle
urinal trio (meme...)
ARKA miel liminal shower
Aftermath (kit comic)
mihai lijah 1
kit pinned 1
Trainspotting (gage comic)
gage hunter in the tent 1 (calico AU.....)
The Long Ride take 2 (gage comic)
Alive anim 1 (gage animatic)
Who's Ready for Tomorrow (young gage comic)
bathtime (gabriel and antonio comic)
purge (paneled for over a year!!!)
No-Tell (miel comic....)
broken mother
a bunch of these i want to come back to!!! so many ideas sob!
Tagging (zero pressure of course! so many WIPs...):
@fishhuo @videntefernandez @ziptiesnfries @cryboycries @golden---moon @twigsofmanyfaces @kninewarrior-whump @inhurtandincomfort @arkabit317 @pvtashby @the-bloody-sadist @sams-whumping-ground @qualitygarbage @btbigelow
thx for da tag @pvtashby hehe i aint never do these xd but brother i aint even know that many ppl to tag 🥀 but here they are lol
E.C.R.I.
ONI_0963_LOGS.docx
ONI_0963_SCHEDULE.xlsx
ELI_001 + LOS_480 TEXTS.docx
LUC_911 x ELI_001 TEXTS.docx
pleb custody.docx
lil o x elli snippets.docx
Prison talk.docx
Oni Implant Rejection [Lil O's apt].docx
elli lilo first interview.docx
PLANE SCENE V1.docx
Gods Hold Their Heads High
Gods hold their heads high.docx
GHTHH READER POV.docx
bonus: recent ableton projects cuz i b cookin in da stu 🤙🏻
lets uhhh not get into that photoshop folder ight?
@whumpwillow @yougivemewhumperflies @whumpster-dumpster @demondamage @whump-queen @whumpsday i guess i cant think of more ppl to tag lol im barely on here l8ly sryyy
hihiii i was wondering if you had a plan for when ghthh will be returning?
do i look like i got a plan?
gonna drop it at one point thats for sure!! but i wanna give it justice and l8ly ive been possessed by a massive OC project so i havent been writing GHTHH as much. there r new parts but i aint happy w them:( anyways i started postin it on AO3 if any1 wanna give that a visit, been doin some HTML work w some of the chapters hehe
uh i also have this thing w finishing stories so theres that... but the continued support im still gettin on whtvr i got posted makes me wanna get back 2 this project so maaaaaybe imma drop smth soon ;)
dying/critically injured whumpee takes in a big ragged breath, wheezes it out, and then falls silent. caretaker strokes their hair and waits. when whumpee breathes in again, caretaker is torn between being relieved that they're still alive.... and devastated that they're still in pain.
wassup gang im still alive. GHTHH is still happening but uhh im consumed by another project[s] im working on rn so uhhh production will b slower. just givin a heads up cuz i aint wanna leave noone in da dark. new updates will come when i get da Big Inspiration 2 write it again!! i aint wanna force it & have it b not up 2 my standards. trust me what i have planned is insane, but i got smth else thats rotting my brain rn.
oh and im still actively writing GHTHH, i didnt abandon the project. dont draw conclusions n whatnot. this aint me softlaunching that i wont finish it! i cant do that to my fav lil god hehe but yeah i wanna only provide da best quality stories!
wassup gang im still alive. GHTHH is still happening but uhh im consumed by another project[s] im working on rn so uhhh production will b slower. just givin a heads up cuz i aint wanna leave noone in da dark. new updates will come when i get da Big Inspiration 2 write it again!! i aint wanna force it & have it b not up 2 my standards. trust me what i have planned is insane, but i got smth else thats rotting my brain rn.
WARNINGS: post rescue. literally the softest comfort ive ever written, painful recovery, traumatized/hurt Loki, panic attack, ptsd flashback [gets kinda intense], 2nd person POV
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To your surprise, when Loki wakes this time, he’s not panicking. Not thrashing or screaming, not even sobbing – save for the few stray tears in the corners of his eyes when he realizes that he’s being held and not restrained. Your warmth must've been grounding for him while he slept, and honestly, his cold temperature helped you sleep better, too; whoever has been in charge of the ship’s thermostat seems to want to boil everyone alive.
After running a few errands to take care of some stuff, you return to Loki with two trays of food. Of course, he doesn’t want to eat, not at first. But then you have to step out of the room to help one of your teammates, and by the time you get back, you find not only one, but both trays empty, and Loki sitting on the bed with a guilty and ashamed expression on his face.
He looks like a kid who knows he has done something wrong, and is waiting for the punishment.
Instead, you just smile, take the trays without a comment, and give him a fresh bottle of water. He hesitates before reluctantly accepting it.
An uncomfortable stretch of awkward silence is broken up by a shaky exhale from Loki.
“You are going to continue with… with my hair. Aren’t you?” He breathes out the question. His body is shaking so much you can hear the faint creaking of the bed as the vibration transfers through the frame of it.
“Only if you let me,” you answer gently, and make your way towards him.
Each step you take feels like the world shrinks more and more around him, until you can tell he’s trying his best to hide how terrified he is. The mattress groans under his white-knuckled fingers digging into it.
“I don’t think I have much say in the matter,” Loki hisses through gritted teeth. You stop in front of him then, and reach your hand out then place it on his shoulder as softly as you can.
“You do. We will go at your pace, and we can take breaks if it’s—“
“You act like that’s mercy,” Loki interrupts you by suddenly jerking his body away, but the quick motion only hurts him. He tries to swallow down whatever sound he was going to make, but a weak whine still escapes him despite his best efforts.. “Dragging it out longer.”
“Loki, no, that’s—I just want to make sure that you have control, that you're okay—”
“Am I okay?” He finally looks up at you. “Tell me. Am I?”
You hesitate with the answer. When you do, your voice is quieter than before.
“No.”
His mouth opens as if he is thinking about what to say, yet nothing comes out.
“I… I can leave,” you break the silence when it gets unbearable. Loki doesn’t even move, let alone address what you’ve just said. “If you need anything, there’s a button next to your bed, if you press it—”
“Just get it over with.”
“Loki, you don’t have to—”
“I NEED HIM GONE!”
The sudden scream makes the god double over, hands shooting up to his head, but he stops just short of grabbing onto his hair. His fingers shake above the bloody, matted strands as the urge to dig in and just tear it all out burns through him, only fizzling out when he feels your warm grip around his wrists. “I can't—can't stop, I can't stop it—it’s killing me—”
A sob chokes the rest of his words back.
You pull his hands down softly, already crouched in front of him, and when you reveal his face [now wet with fresh tears], he lets out a soft whine.
“Loki—”
“MAKE IT STOP! Make it—I can't do this—I can't—I can't do this again… not again—no—NOT AGAIN—”
By now, he’s hyperventilating, working himself into a panic so deep he’s visibly losing control of himself, so you sit up behind him and hold him tight until the worst of it passes. You know that he’s not hearing your soothing words, no matter how many times you repeat that he’s safe, that he’s not in trouble, that he’s not going to be punished. No matter how much you try to coax him into breathing slower, it only seems to make him more terrified, so you stop.
He only starts calming down when his body exhausts itself, then he collapses against you. Still trembling, still not breathing right, but at least he’s not actively sobbing anymore.
It takes a while until you speak; you don’t want to shatter the fragile calmness he’s finally found. The last thing you want is to say something that might trigger another panic attack. You never thought Loki could ever get like this… this wasn’t the god you learned so much about.
This… this is frighteningly out of character for him, and that worries you more than the wires that you still have to remove from his hair.
Eventually, though, you break the silence.
You tell him, softly, very carefully, that his hair can't wait any longer. You’ve been pushing it as much as you could, but you know with him eating more, his Asgardian healing will soon start to function properly again, and once his body heals itself around the wires digging into his scalp, it will be way more difficult and painful to remove them.
How ironic, you think; he’s finally able to heal, but in a way, it’s his own body turning against itself.
\\
You decided to give Loki a short break to mentally prepare himself for what’s about to happen. Quite frankly, you needed the break, too; the pressure you feel from being the only one who the god allows close has been growing during the past few days as you knew this was coming. The moment when you would have to hurt Loki, even if it’s so that he could begin to heal properly. You expect it to be difficult, given how much it hurt him last time when the wires you’ve removed weren’t even ones that touched his skin… now, most of the ones that are still in are those of which are threaded through his scalp, or at the very least stuck to his head with weeks, if not months of residual blood.
Loki knows, too.
While you were telling him, you could feel the shift in his posture. The tensing, the quick, shallow breaths, the twitches in his muscles he tried to play off as him changing positions. He didn’t pull away. When you finished talking, he didn’t resist. Just a nod, a single, borderline defeated nod.
The single movement is fragile, barely there, but it’s agreement.
Surrender dressed as consent.
Arriving at his room [or more like the small recovery room assigned to him for now], you walk in slow as not to startle him. You would’ve bet money that he was going to be sitting in one of the corners, or bundled up into a small ball on his bed, but instead, he’s sitting on the floor, back resting against the mattress, staring at the ground. His hands are folded in his lap, one clutching the other. Despite his attempts, the posture does a poor job at hiding the shaking, that only gets worse the closer you walk, but he keeps his composure. He clings onto it as if it was the last thread keeping him together.
He speaks before you have the chance to.
“I need this over with,” he exhales. The simple sentence sounds practiced. “I can take it,” but it sounds like he’s trying to convince himself more then you. He takes a shaky breath before he continues. Grabs onto the fraying sleeve of the oversized hoodie he hasn’t taken off since the medics first gave it to him. “You need to finish it. Even if I scream, if I—if I… beg.” He scrunches his nose in disgust as he says the word. “You need promise me. Promise me that you will do it. Promise me. Can you?”
The few seconds of silence feel like a burden. You don’t even know what to say. His reaction was the furthest from what you’ve expected, and you try to process what he’s asking for… but your stomach knots every time you imagine him writhing in pain while you ignore his pleas and keep going. You can't do that to him.
“We need a safe word,” you blurt out eventually. Then you continue, softer now. “If… if I agree to this, I’ll need to know if you seriously need me to stop. I need to know where the limit is, yeah?”
His laugh that follows sounds hollow and bitter.
“Limit? Do you—do you think He cared about my ‘limit’?” Loki scoffs, a tint of contempt coloring his trembling voice. “My ‘limit’ has never been anyone’s concern for centuries. No need to pretend that you care, mortal.”
“It is my concern, cuz I don’t wanna have you going into shock from the pain! Or— or worse. Sorry. I, uh… didn’t mean to put that in your head,” you ramble. Your words sting with regret as you see his body tense up more. You quickly attempt to course-correct. “Just… pick a word. Any word. And if you say that, I’ll stop immediately.”
“This is absurd,” he remarks, refusing to say more.
“People have safe words for way less intense things,” you say after a beat, and you can tell your assumption that he’s oblivious to the idea of safe words would’ve made him smile under different circumstances. Surely, he knows about them, what were you even thinking? “How about ‘Asgard’?”
“Tesseract,” Loki says almost immediately, as if he already had the answer prepared.
You nod, then move your hand to his shoulder softly, rubbing slow circles into his trembling muscles. The repetition makes some of the tension melt away, your hands soothing him easier now than a few days ago. Finally, it seems like his body is relearning the concept of safe touch. You can't even imagine how terrifying it must feel for him to let someone this close after what happened to him…
“Do you want to stay on the floor?” You ask after a few minutes of calming his anxious body. He doesn’t respond. “You could lay your head in my lap if you get on the bed, that might be better. Easier for… both of us.”
Loki doesn’t say anything, just slowly, painfully slowly pushes himself up and lies on the bed, lowering his head into your lap mechanically, as if he was merely following a pre-written program.
The pillow you put under his head is there for his comfort and to catch the blood that will inevitably be running down his neck once you start pulling out the wires. Soon, the tools come out of the small medical bag, and you feel him twitch in his whole body each time a dull metallic clink drags up a painful memory.
“Deep breath, Loki,” you whisper, keeping your voice soft to soothe him. His breaths come in short and ragged, barely pulling air into his lungs as the rising panic tries to suffocate him, and you feel a lump in your throat already, before you even start. “It will be over before you know it. And I’ll try to be very careful, okay?”
“Just… just promise me,” he forces the words out between stifled sobs. “No matter how much I beg you to stop, or—or—”
“Shh, Loki, I know. I promise… I promise,” you hush him gently as you wipe the tears off his face with a towel from the pile you’ve brought with you. Like a needy, touch-starved kitten, he pushes his head into the soft touch instinctively. “Tell me your safe word again, just to be sure.”
“Tesseract.”
“Okay,” you exhale, grabbing the pliers and a medical tool with a hooked end, meant to keep wounds open – now it will be useful to pull apart layers of hair so you could reach deeper areas. “Do you want me to tell you what I'm gonna do before I start?”
“Just get them out of me,” Loki murmurs. His voice quivers despite it being muffled against the pillow. You feel his fingers sink into your thigh as he grips whatever is in reach, but he knows that no amount of bracing will prepare him for the pain.
He does it anyways.
But the moment you touch his hair [gently, just with your fingers at first], he lets out a ragged cry. The soft cushion he bites into only dampens the sound, despite his desperate hopes that it would dull the pain, too. You pull away automatically before reminding yourself of your promise… then you grab his head to hold him steady while you begin parting his hair with the hooked tool.
Loki can barely breathe by the time you catch a glance of the first piece of wire, just a faint glint under the mass of sticky, knotted strands of hair. It’s caked in so much blood you almost miss the metal at first.
“Okay, I see one,” you say quietly. The god’s breath hitches at your words, but he truly tries his best to keep it together. “You’re doing amazing, Loki. Take a deep breath and exhale when I pull.”
He doesn’t react to that, of course. You didn’t expect him to. But when you wedge the tip of the pliers between the black strands and work it in until it’s deep enough to grab the wire, he suddenly sinks his fingers into your skin, so much so that you're almost sure his nails drew blood already.
Then you pull.
It doesn’t move.
Not at first. Not before you wiggle it back and forth… and you try to be as careful as you can, but as every small twist of your wrist feels like liquid fire being poured onto his already screaming nerves. Just a few small movements are enough to dislodge it, and you see the crusted, coagulated blood break off in small, almost black flakes.
Then you see the fresh blood.
It pools under, quickly muting the metallic shine that finally peeks through the damaged hair, and you decide to pull quickly before it gets too slippery to be grabbed.
So, you do.
Until now, Loki kept his composure, as much as one can in his situation. But the moment he feels the tug, the sickening, familiar strain at his scalp, he loses whatever scraps of dignity he’s been holding onto.
It’s not even a scream that rips out of him. It’s like nothing you’ve ever heard. Doesn’t sound human, let alone godlike… it’s feral. The agonizing shriek of an animal that’s convinced it’s going to die, without understanding what is even happening. Pure, unfiltered panic and pain twist every nerve ending in his body into a formation that makes no sense, further confusing his already spiraling mind until there is nothing left but pain, pain and more pain.
You need to put your entire weight on his head to keep him in place as you wrench the wire free, pushing down every one of your instincts that tell you to stop. He asked for this. He asked for this. He asked for this. Don’t stop. He asked you not to stop. He needs it out.
The resistance under your hand finally ebbs as you feel the wire slide out from whatever piece of flesh has already healed around it. His muscles, cramping from unbearable tension, slacken a little bit, and his fingers loosen around our thigh as the worst of the wave passes. Only when you drop the piece of wire onto the tray next to you does he remember to breathe, but it costs him more than he thought it would, and the moment air hits his aching lungs, he collapses into a series of uncontrollable sobs.
“Loki… hey. You need to breathe. I know it hurts. I know. But you have to breathe, okay? I can't keep going until you do,” you murmur softly, trying to guide his body to inhale and exhale at a steady pace with your hands on his chest. It doesn’t work very well, but at least it stops him from spiraling further. “You did so good, Loki.” It’s a lie, but it doesn’t matter. You just reach for the hooked tool again once he calms a little bit. “Next one, okay?”
Waiting for a response would be a waste of time, and you know it, so you just work the tool back into his hair, wincing as you feel individual strands of hair tear against it as it burrows deeper and deeper, until it finally clinks against another wire. It’s deep… you know this one hasn’t been cut through. You couldn’t get this deep the first time you worked on his hair, but seeing how deep it’s lodged, you contemplate if it’s even worth trying to split up. It’s going to hurt regardless. At this point, it might be easier to just remove it all at once, which might be worse… but at least it won't last twice as long.
Loki is crying with his whole chest now. Desperate gasps tear through the flow of weak whimpers that blur into background noise, making the god’s already trembling body twitch with each inhale. The screams from earlier had already taken a toll on his voice, now more ragged and raspy, but you swallow your concern and lock his head down while you sink the pliers back into the mass of hair.
“N-NO! STOP!” He chokes out, as if the words themselves decided they would break free despite him trying his best to keep them in. You slow down immediately, but don’t pull away. He asked for this. He asked you not to stop.
Yet, you can't just ignore him without double checking.
“Do you want to use your safe word?” You ask in a soft tone, suppressing the low quiver in your own voice. Seeing him, a god, like this is almost enough for you to break your promise.
Immediately, as if he just realized what he said, he lets out a long, keening whine. “No…” the word is fragile in his mouth and almost gets lost in the tear-soaked pillow.
“Then I’ll keep going, okay? Just… say the word if you really need me to stop.”
Without wasting any more time, you close the pliers around the wire and drag, which tears another scream from him. It scrapes at his already raw throat. Rattles through his weak body in waves of sickening helplessness. You feel his fingers curl again, nails finding their way back into your bruised flesh as the god tries to hold onto anything that’s in his way.
He is losing it. It’s too much. He can feel the thick fingers on his head, digging in, making sure his head stays in place. He feels them grip the back of his neck, threatening in its intimacy as they hold him still.
The pull. He feels the pull. A horrible scrape at his scalp, cold, hot, deep under his skin, scratching the bone… he hears the vibrations echo through his entire body, melting upwards and slightly to the left as something is peeling. His hair. One follicle tears out, and it’s so loud Loki wants to scream again just so to drown out the ringing it left in his ears.
Again,
. again.
His body moves on its own against his will, another breath after he thought he couldn’t possibly manage more. The fingers still hold him steady, one sliding down over the side of his face as he squirms helplessly. The dry and calloused touch grinds at his own frail skin.
He feels blood, a warm river, and the air is cold against the path it leaves.
One more breath.
It feels wrong, it feels wrong. It’s not him. His body is reacting to ancient coding in his genes that force it to function even under circumstances no living being was supposed to withstand. [Is he even still alive?]
Thanos shifts slightly, repositions his hand to an area he hasn’t been pressing onto before. Fresh pain blooms under the weight, and another primal shriek fills the room, one that couldn’t possibly come from a god. For a moment, Loki wonders where it came from. But the buzzing, that unceasing buzzing in his nerves drowns out any semblance of a thought before they could ever properly manifest.
He wants to beg, he needs to beg, he doesn’t know if he’s already begging or not, but he needs to, he needs it to stop—
“please stop, please stop, please stop…”
But it doesn’t stop.
Thanos doesn’t stop.
. [Why would he?]
The next wave of static suffocates him. It only lets up as he feels something gouge under his hair again, scooping up a few strands so it could settle between dried blood and mangled strands, and then white floods his vision despite his eyes being squeezed shut.
One more breath.
It feels like his body only needs it to get rid of it immediately, although there isn’t any sound that emphasizes the sheer violence of it leaving. That, somehow, makes it even more jarring. There should've been a sound. It shouldn’t hurt this much if he can't even scream. Right?
There is a slow, obscene slide under his skin. Pressure. It eases after an amount of time that takes only a moment and yet all eternity, and that somehow makes it worse, as his body relaxes into what little space the foreign body that just got removed left behind. He feels his dangerously rapid pulse throb against his own flesh rather than the metal that had already started to feel like it’s part of him. [It is part of him, isn’t it?]
Thanos says something, then.
It sounds definite, like a command. But it makes no sense, which isn’t surprising with all the constant noise in his fractured mind.
Still, Loki tries to answer, but all that comes out is a strangled, breathless sob. He tries again, but no voice comes out. Instead, he feels another deep grind into the back of his head now, so revolting that his entire body jolts without his input. A sudden, warm rush down his neck.
The titan’s low laugh matches the rhythm of his frantic heartbeat thrumming in his ears as Loki thrashes against the unyielding hands. It feels like he’s floating, something soft surrounding him, tight, not letting him move, and he can't breathe, he is convinced his lungs are filled with something heavy and viscous and hot, expanding and deflating again and again, as if he was breathing, but it’s not him, it can't be him, he can't do that, he can't—
“Almost there,” Thanos rumbles. The voice drapes over him like a heavy blanket made of stone.
He can't breathe.
“I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, Loki. Almost done, I promise,” the sound reverberates around him, slowing down and speeding up, blurring as it phases in and out of focus. Did Thanos really say that?
The next stab in the back of his head threatens to split his consciousness in half.
“I promise I'm almost done. I promise.”
Loki doesn’t know what’s going on. The titan’s voice distorts, folds in on itself, breaks down into scattered pieces, and he feels them dig into his scalp with the next drag.
Is he braiding the hair again?
no… no, no, please, not that, not again—
Nothing makes sense. A faint memory of being in a safe place tries to break free, but it shatters the moment the god’s hair is pulled taut again.
And during all of it, for reasons beyond his comprehension, all Loki can think about is the Tesseract.
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yo whtvr happened to u @ecri-archives?? did elli get ur ass or what? havent seen u post in fkn ages, gang.. u good?
just thought of ya cuz i found my old ecri badge lmao then remembered ur blog & like u r gone for months?? i tried shooting u a dm a few days ago but u havent hit me back up so dat got me worried... u hidin or what? or like... did u actually get taken out? didnt think ellison had da balls fr lmao he b actin hard but he just a pussy like all them fkn nerds at ecri. well xcept u or smth. u r a real g for postin all that 🫡
well anyways if u aint gon hit me back up or smth i gotta report u missing to da badges so like.. gimme sign on smth?
I am fine, thank you for your concern. I simply forgot about this website and the account I have made, as I got some very alarming news lately. Unrelated. Please, do not report me missing to the authorities - I can't believe I need to say this.
However, since I'm logged back in, I'm going to start uploading more of the documentation I have. My apologies for taking so long; life has not been giving me a break.
while u at it, look at the song i made while i was at ecri lol. used ellison's voice from those recordings i sent u;) bro hes legit so terrifying haha
anyways i hope u r doin good gang hmu i have some news about elli i aint wanna post on public. lets just say he reached out to me and... yeah!! ill tell ya the deets in a dm
How would you imagine a scenario going if Thanos was in a similar place to Loki right now in ghthh? I’m sure it would take a hell of a lot more to subdue and torture him to that point so he can’t fight back. But how do you think he would be? Is he capable of being scared? He’s capable of crying at least, maybe some honest sorrow if we care. But I’m just curious, it’s hard to look past my hatred for him lol.
I love this question actually, i did already think about this once [i like to sometimes imagine reverse scenarios] and i got to the conclusion that it would either be impossible to get him to that same point, or it would take a tremendous amount of time and effort, and it would need to be much more mental/emotional torture rather than physical, given his titan physiology. Youre lucky i like breaking unbreakable characters down, so imma give yall a detailed essay on…
Lets break it down so we see what were working w b4 we get into my methods of breaking him.
Thanos is approx 1000 years old, which hints at lots of experience — now, Loki is also coincidentally the same age, but given his life as a prince in Asgard, i think its safe to say he has been more “sheltered” and “protected” than the Mad Titan who has been canonically waging wars w an agenda centered around death and destruction. [Now i wont get into comic Thanos lore as im not too familiar w everything there; but even in the MCU, Thanos has been a known warmonger with lots of battle experience.]
He is MASSIVE. Bro is fuckin 8’3” and estimated around 700-1000lbs [sources vary; dont quote me on this!]. That alone suggests that his other attributes are scaled up, as well: such as bodily functions, metabolism, neurological responses. Think of how even a very small force is enough to crush a small mammal, but that same push would barely hurt a human, let alone a titan. His pain tolerance is likely thru the roof, and the centuries of combat experience def came w lots of injuries that would make it skyrocket even more. He also survived the Infinity Snap that seems like an ordeal far from pleasant, so... yeah. Theres also that.
Therefore, physical torture would not really put a dent in him… or it would need to be VERY, VERY INTENSE. Even then... i have doubts.
[A quick little detour: Loki, being a Jötunn/Asgardian, is also way more resilient than a human, yes. In GHTHH he has been tortured for almost 2 months before the story actually started; that’s why he broke relatively “fast”. He held out for an awfully long time. He also has a higher pain tolerance from earlier torture, when Thanos first had him. But still, he has limits, limits which are definitely lower than that of a titan’s.]
Back to Thanos’ physiology. A creature his size is vastly more powerful than a human. Normal restraints are laughable when it comes to a cosmic being like Thanos. He would bend most human-made structures with ease. He’s not gonna be kept locked up for long if there isn’t something more advanced that keeps him there. Only mechanical restraints wouldnt do the job… but biomechanical ones might.
What do i mean by this?
Well, as some might know, im very big on cybernetics hehe so i cooked up something special just for him. This implies that he was captured, somehow sedated, and kept unconscious until the procedure could be finished. Think 100x strength elephant tranquilizer or some shit XD or like, Mantis using her “put to sleep” powers or whatever… idk. They figure that part out.
RESTRAINING A TITAN.
Now, for the restraints: im thinking a type of intramuscular restraint system that are basically serrated wires implanted straight into and aroumd his muscles, with ports all over his body that can be connected to external machinery. Question arises: with his pain tolerance, why doesnt he just rip them out of himself? But i will answer that question in the same breath:
He wont, because the threads are biomechanical, and they react to his muscles, as they read the same neural signals that his brain sends there to move those muscles, and they work the EXACT OPPOSITE WAY. Pull against them, so in a way, they cancel out any effort Thanos puts into trying to escape.
His muscles are basically rendered useless, with a built-in biomechanical restraint system, that can [and will] be connected to an external frame that can force him in whatever position you want him.
Even breathing, ones around his ribcage [cuz why not put some there, too, while youre at it] can basically restrict his breathing by making it harder for his chest to expand. If you wanna be really evil, you can even implant one into his diaphragm to make him constantly short of breath. Until the rest of his life... which is pretty much forever, given that he is likely "immortal", or close to that. Which would mess with his:
voice and speech [no more grand speeches; expression of self and communication are very important esp for someone like him],
his stamina, therefore his strength [no more battles or even training to keep his muscles],
his sharp mind, which he mostly needs for strategic skills and efficient problem solving [no more elaborate plans; this one is from the restricted oxygen],
his senses [same reason: lowered oxygen intake causes the brain to reduce functionality, long-term effects may lead to permanent effects],
pretty much all his basic bodily functions, honestly...
Bonus: since they can read the signals, its only natural that they can send signals as well: so you are basically able to cause muscle tension in him, which doesnt sound that bad for someone like the Mad Titan at first, but imagine weeks of constantlylocked muscles, with the constant gnawing knowledge of not being able to move on your own. For someone as powerful as Thanos, after a millennia of being in control, losing that control will already be a HUGE blow.
And then there is the added extra layer of electrocution. Not much pain for him prolly; but then again, imagine it in a way of disrupting sleep, relaxation, even breathing. Could be a steady pulse, or at random intervals. [I think random is worse for someone as calculated as him tho.]
Honestly, even just this is pretty terrible already, it would break most people. However, the Mad Titan is significantly stronger than most, and this would most likely cause no more than a mild annoyance. So, further steps are needed.
MY METHODS.
We got the restraints down. And i think that was the hardest part; now you have a Thanos thats stripped of his power, completely vulnerable to whatever you wanna do, ready for the torture. Im gonna list a few methods that i would do, categorize them into physical and emotional.
PHYSICAL
This is harder, i highly doubt you could fully break/subjugate him with only these [see reasons above]. However, weakening the physical body will eventually weaken the mind if we follow the rules of almost all living beings: mental and physical strength and health are closely intertwined.
The obvious trio:
1. Starvation+dehydration
2. Sleep deprivation
3. Oxygen deprivation
These will drain his system dramatically over time. Time here means months, most likely, again, think of his upscaled body. It will put a strain on him and will eventually start eroding his ability to think clearly. His will is extremely strong and it wont be a quick process by any means, maybe wont even be noticeable at first, but its a good soil for future torments.
Then lets fuck with his senses.
Already mentioned electrostimulation to throw him off.
Sensory deprivation or overload — potentially switching between them. Could lead to mental deterioration with time. Examples: constant flashing lights [would confuse his sense of time a lot, also if its possible for him, extreme headaches and nausea, etc], or complete darkness. Very loud sounds: brain-melting static, repetitive sounds, extreme high and low frequencies; im pretty sure his hearing range is wider than ours, he def hears lower frequencies [again, headaches, nausea, loss of balance - well, hes restrained, so not really that relevant here], or complete silence. Neurologically turn off all his tactile input vs. overload all his nerves all at once. The list goes on. [should i go on? I could]
As i said, im very into cybernetics, so id say lets do a full sensory remapping session: what i mean by this is confuse his brain. Re-route signals that are meant to be vision into sounds, vice versa. Cause synthetic synesthesia. Some hardcore psychedelic shit, but lasting days or even weeks and no way to stop it. A manufactured loss of reality.
Got this idea after watching a video about Salvia [a drug], it has some very intense some trip reports if u wanna know more. [Its hella interesting imo, i like to get inspo from stuff like this for my writing actually!]
Given his extreme metabolism and size, drugs would likely not work on him, replicating those effects with rerouted neural pathways could definitely give a similar effect. Or just find a comsic drug and use that. But that shit… i feel like that would be enough to bring him to his knees if coupled with the other stuff. Basicallt it would cause him to lose all his senses and his mind would split into fragments that would no longer make sense.
Im not even gonna get into regular torture methods, although there are a lot id try on him; some of which are:
forced, extremely invasive surgeries with no anesthesia, all things that would in theory "enhance" him [think about his philosophy w Gamora and Nebula, do the same on him, while listing all his shortcomings and "correcting him"],
followed by biologically induced implant rejection, which is horrible, visceral pain i imagine,
experimental injections [dont think i need to explain this too much... so many possibilities for various stuff!],
controlled organ “failure” to “test the limits of his physiology” [force his organs to shut down, then restart them. If they dont restart? Well, hes gonna be reliant on machines to stay alive which could be deeply degrading for someone as obsessed as being in control as him...]
I could go on... but ehh i think these would be more scientifically interesting than horrifying for him. Yeah prolly would hurt — but it wouldnt be the thing that causes his collapse. Also, as we saw in the movies, he barely feels shit so while it might be disorienting and painful at least to some degree, it wouldn’t add too much to the torture itself.
MENTAL/EMOTIONAL
Now, weve already talked about how the restraints will likely make him feel [utter loss of control, maybe even reactive visceral pain when he does resist and the biomechanical fibers pull against him on the inside… must be a nasty feeling], and also the neural rerouting/drugs could be categorized as mental, but those are more like… inbetween, id say.
What would truly, deeply break him would be a sense of loss so tremendous he cannot handle it. Weve seen him lose Gamora already that made him shed a few genuine tears, but he did it for a cause. He had a vision he wanted to see come to fruition, and he was ready to do what needed to be done.
Well, if he wasnt ready, and there would be no reason, that would certainly have a more profound impact on him.
Lemme be clear: i wouldnt wanna literally torture Gamora, she doesnt deserve that esp not as a tool for hurting thanos. But the Reality Stone is powerful… and lets say you somehow come to possession of it. Well well… imagine the things you could do. You could also make him relive the fall of his planet, i bet that one was also emotional for him. Whatever comes to mind, all within reach with the Reality Stone/memory manipulation tech.
[okay actually now that i think about it, a lot of that neural rerouting would be easier with the stone… well i guess i tend to think in more “physical” ways of things sometimes as im not an MCU main by default hehe. But the possibilities are endless there]
THE ULTIMATE METHOD.
Anyways, create a hyperrealistic torture of Gamora [maybe even Nebula, or anyone else he ever cared about — although it does seem like he has no care for Nebula, and we dont know of anyone else, but if there are others, even better]. Then loop it. Either TVA tech or Time Stone, or straight up just use a cybernetic connection directly into his brain to project “memories” of him literally witnessing it, or even better, DOING IT to her [possibly under the influence of the Mind Stone], and he is forced to relive it again and again. [Could also be someone else hurting her; however i think its better if its him doing it.]
over
and
over
and
over
again
Implant memories into his brain that never go away. Not at first, not before hes beein "prepared" with the physical stuff a bit. With his scrambled mind from weeks, even months of physical draining [starvation, no sleep, lack of oxygen, sensory overload/deprivation, mental deterioration from the neural rerouting/drugs], he wont be able to tell those arent real memories. They will be real for him. Repeating thousands of times. Burned into his mind.
He cant stop hearing her screams. Shes crying for him, calling him father, begging him to stop, and he is forced to watch, even better if he is the one doing it in the memory, and he remembers how her flesh gave under his hands, how her grip weakened after hours of him tearing her open, how the lights died in her eyes after she realized he wouldnt be stopping anytime soon…
The most intimate, fucked up, graphic torture he can ever imagine, and hes the one inflicting it on his own daughter, the only one he ever loved truly, and now shes screaming, crying, begging him to stop hurting him, but he cant. He cant stop. His hands move on their own as the Mind Stone or whatever control they have over him forces him to pull her apart piece by piece, and hes apologizing, but it only makes it worse.
There would be no end of it. The rare times hes allowed to rest, he couldnt sleep from the even more vivid images from his nightmares. The visions would mutate. After a while, you wouldnt need to project anything into his brain; his own mind would take over and start making up worse tortures. That would be all he knows... depleted physically to the point of constant delirium, no concept of reality, no way of telling what time it is, where his body ends and where the outside world beings, whats a memory, a thought, a want, a fear... everything would blur together after so long.
Months of this, months of constant replaying of the worst tortures he could ever imagine, inflicted on the only one he loves by his very hands.
For him, it would be real.
WOULD HE BE SCARED?
This question is hard to answer. I dont necessarily think he would be scared, although in the opening scene of IW he does say that line about "legs turning to jelly" from fear, so i think he is capable of experiencing it. However, he likely refers to a past event, and it had to do with failure/losing... not torture [i assume! Then again, im not a Thanos expert].
He definitely wouldnt be scared of you [or the people torturing him]. Thats not something i can see him experience. If he was scared, it would be of the repetition, of seeing himself hurt Gamora, of not being able to stop. The loss of control, the inability to protect the only one he loves. That fear wouldnt manifest in begging, as he wouldnt have anyone to beg to, from his POV, since hes experiencing it as "memories", and not as "someone is doing this to me". He wouldnt believe you could stop it... well, in one case, i guess, if he begs you to kill him in one of his lowest moments.
Now that, i can imagine. Him begging whoever has him captive to put him out of his misery. But still, i think it would be unlikely, as he seems to be more introspective. He might actually develop a self-hatred so deep that he starts imagining that he deserves the torture, if he truly internalizes the memories and believes that he did that. Possible, not sure, but who knows.
But fear of torture? HIGHLY doubt it. Dont think he could ever get to that point. Fear in general? Yes, but still dont think you would really see it on him. Prolly you could see on his face, in the way hes trembling when hes in a memory loop, but it would be subtle.
CONCLUSION.
To finish off this lengthy essay with the answer: I think Thanos could be broken. It would take a while, and it would need to be specific, but its possible. First, deprivation, then overload, then alternate between the two, then maybe do some of the more physical stuff with the "experiments" [i just like that okay? i wanna see hehe], then descend into the mental/emotional erosion. Build it up. Dont blast him with it straight away; let him believe in the beginning that he is in control, that he can withstand the physical torture.
Let him laugh at your "pathetic" methods of depriving him of basic necessities. Let him think it "doesnt touch him", while its already slowly melting him from the inside. He would deny it for the longest time. Most likely longer than Loki, could take actual months to even a year... or more. I mean, a Time Cell [TVA tech] could be very useful here if you wanna speed things up for your own experience.
Then, when he is successfully weakened, eyes glazing over from his body shutting down silently, you bring out the big guns. Identity erosion, maybe some actual memories of Titan [the planet] falling, repeated over and over to prime him for the simulated Gamora torture loop, then BAM. That would drag him into the abyss. A few more months of that and he would be mush.
I think in a way that would even be worse than what i did to Loki, but oh well. I mean i could break Loki so much worse. What Thanos does to him in GHTHH is not like, the very worst… i have some scenes imma write into alt endings/deleted scenes that are… yeah.
ANYWAYS! Ramble over. Guess i just wrote a fuckin scientific paper on how to hurt the Mad Titan... wow. Everyone go torture Thanos now. And if u have anything to add, dont hesitate to reblog + add your own ideas!
