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[chaoscripta]

Pursuer/Captor Memes

"You can't escape me!"

"Ready or not, here I come."

"You can't hide from me."

"Come out, come out wherever you are..."

"Never forget who you belong you."

"Where are you going?"

"Don't tell you're scared of me?"

"I can sense you..."

"Are you trying to escape?"

"Do not run away again."

"You will soon me used to this."

"Mine!"

"I'm not that bad."

"I'm trying to help you."

"I've been so alone."

"You're not a prisoner."

"I have you now."

[glaemour]

@danviers​  

eyes  already  long  adjusted  to  the  darkness  that  enveloped  her,  maggie  painfully  shifted  her  back  against  the  crumbling  brick  wall  that  smelt  of  mildew  and  charcoal.  it  had  only  been  maybe  hours  prior  that  she’d  been  moved  to  this  new  place  -  full  of  rotting  bricks  and  damp  concrete  floors.  could’ve  even  been  a  longer  period  of  time.  it  wasn’t  as  if  she  had  a  watch  or  any  sense  of  time  apart  from  the  sporadic  meals  she’d  been  given  over  the  months.

months.  that’s  how  long  she’d  been  held.  maggie’s  only  clock  was  the  continuous  growing  of  her  rounded  stomach  and  the  unborn  child  within.  her  and  alex  had  been  working  with  their  doctor  prior,  in  attempts  at  growing  their  family.  they  hadn’t  even  known  of  its  success  when  she’d  been  taken,  beaten  to  get  information  in  which  she  didn’t  even  have.  maggie  had  wished  that  it  hadn’t  worked.  the  fear,  the  risk  with  everything  that  had  happened  ..  there  was  no  telling  what  the  outcome  would  be.

ignoring  the  constant  growling  of  her  stomach  in  hunger,  the  brunette  haphazardly  pushed  herself  to  stand  despite  weakness.  she  could  only  sit  for  so  long  now,  aches  and  pains  shifting  themselves  deep  into  her  bones.  bang !  the  sound  of  a  door  being  busted  open  on  the  other  side  of  the  empty  building  echoed,  causing  maggie  to  flinch  and  shrink  back  against  the  wall.  was  he  coming  back  to  finish  her  off  ?  to  follow  through  with  threats  ?

[meisterkirisaki]

@ribbedxgloves continuing from here!

Sylvan couldn’t believe what the hell he just got into.

It was one thing that sure, maybe his girlfriend had a lot of people she knew that had powers. And sure, maybe it was another thing that he (kind-of-accidentally?) made contact with two archdemons and so on.

But now Lavinia had Max? Not Max? kidnapped and tied up in Brent’s office after Max had shot Kamiizumi? Also, his girlfriend ACTUALLY had powers? He thought it was crazy enough back in Japan when he worked with people whose bread, when consumed, gave people extreme reactions, but...this was entirely different. A whole new level of strangeness, honestly.

Sylvan knew his way around the museum compared to last time, so it didn’t take long for him and Apollymi to find Brent’s office. Max? was still tied up in his chair, mouth still duct-taped shut, and he glared at the group as they arrived. Lavinia casually leaned against one side of the chair, before she smiled and waved at Sylvan.

“Hi~!” A giggle left Lavinia. “I see you found me. Can I just say—you two look adorable together?” 

Sylvan tried not to grimace at how calm Lavinia was despite the obvious situation going on. “Thank you, but...was kidnapping really necessary?”

“When he shoots your favourite client, yes.” Lavinia raised a brow. “I wasn’t thrilled to see Kamiizumi injured like that. Also, I know you don’t run this place, but...Brent really needs to install better security if I could just waltz through the back door with my captive with nothing to stop me.”

Max grunted once through the duct tape. Sylvan paused, taking a step forward, before ripping the duct tape off Max’s mouth.

“Fuck!” A hiss left the other man. He shook his head, looking up at Sylvan and Apollymi. “Who the fuck are you two...?”

Sylvan frowned. There was definitely a British accent to the other’s voice there...and definitely different compared to how he last heard Max. “I’d like to ask...who are you?” Hadn’t Eden mentioned in her text message that a different soul could be inhabiting his body?

A hoarse laugh left the other. “Guess I can’t hide who I am anymore, can I?” He looked up at Sylvan, a sigh leaving him before he answered. “Cassandra Gladstone. That’s...who I really am.”

“Gladstone?” Sylvan tilted his head, frowning. That was definitely a name he’d never heard of. “If you’re stuck in...Max’s body...does that mean you were dead before?”  

A sigh left Cassandra at that last statement as he hung his head slightly. “As far as I understand, I died two-hundred years ago. When Faye brought me back by accident in his body, I didn’t exactly get time to really figure out all the details before she started ordering me around.” 

Lavinia let out a low whistle at that part, an amused look dancing in her gaze. “Two-hundred years? No wonder you’re so grumpy.”

[csimz-blog2]

( @heyroslan​ ) It was that time of day again. Her captors didn’t afford her the luxury of a watch, clock, or literally anything to have any concept of time at all, but Cara didn’t need frills. She had her circadian rhythm, and with that she thrived. And by thrived I mean she fucking screamed. Fourteen times an hour. On the dot. Just like right now. Months after they first took her away, Cara still fucking did it. She fucking howled. After letting out the most bloodcurdling scream her feeble heart could manage (it was actually pretty good; she was very dramatic), Cara rattled her bars. She didn’t do that after every scream, but for this one...it just felt right. Then, quietly, “Roslan? Are you there?”

[naturesloopholedarchive-blog]

Magic cuffs that protect them from the brunt of her rage but doesn’t prevent her from turning for them whenever she wants. How they manage to keep her down long enough to put metal around her snout has always been a mystery to her but they manage it just fine. Four months alone and she was now refusing to turn for them, not after she killed when she had enough strength of magic buddling inside of her in wolf form that she broke the muzzle that had originally been made of gold because they thought silver was a myth. Now, the cuffs she wore were silver and since she can’t feel herself with them on it was blood-drinking through a straw kind of thing. Weak, only a single bed and a handful of thin blankets. 

Hope knows that she would get things to be a lot better if she wasn’t being stubborn and would turn like a normal wolf (which the dumb asses couldn’t figure it out why she was so different) so bringing in another wolf seemed like a thing that was forced upon them. Hope heard her captors talking about it but when she sees a skinny boy being pushed into the cadge with her. Hope wants to laugh. Another wolf that doesn’t smell just wolfy. It isn’t until a human is being thrown in that Hope knows what is going on, watching in horror as a gun goes to the head of the untriggered wolf.  𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝. 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝. Hope hadn’t been forced, in fact at nineteen she had been a wolf for a long time now so they hadn’t had to play this game with her.

❝You can’t! No,❞ Hope is getting off the bed, the rest of her blood spilling off the table that had sat in front of her so that she could drink ❝Don’t make him do this!❞ She is pleading even with nothing to offer them. She’s weak, falling back onto the bed once more almost the moment she had gotten to her feet.  𝐈'𝐦 𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐤.  @losthisinnocence

[licnbcrn]

Mayhem || Ubbe & Lily

@justxaxstory posted this OPEN STARTER || 

The negotiations had lasted for nearly four days. Four days of debates, back and forth, and sometimes getting up and walking away from the negotiating table all together. It had been hard going at many points. Many times during those long days, he had almost given up and let one of the other Clans take the day. Still something always drew him back.

Finally, after four grueling days of negotiation, they were agreed. The neighboring Clans would co-exist in peace. From the Ragnarssons’ Valley, there would be fuel (as they had a significant refinery) and a significant portion of the fall harvest. A portion that would be tabulated by a representative of the Montgomery Clan. From that Clan, they would trade permanently two of their females, young and healthy enough to breed. It was a precious commodity. Even more so as one was already carrying. Proven fertility was a rare thing and children precious enough that it mattered little who actually bred her. The claim would be in the rearing of the child. The other female, by some miracle, remained pure. A precious child apparently, she had been well hidden by her parents until the Head of the Clan had discovered her existence. It was the pairing that made this bidding so high.

The Ragnarsson’s medic had confirmed the general health of the two females. Ubbe wanted both females for his people, one for himself, one to be shared by the others. Walking into the back chamber, the Montgomery Clan leader tugged off the thick cloth from a large cage. Inside, one female sat up, blinking blearily in the sudden light.  

Being outside had always been a dream of hers, for as long as she could remember.  Now, in this unfamiliar world, confused, angry, lost -- she wished nothing more than to be back in her bunker. 

Her parents had known -- her mother used to tell her stories of an older sister, one who’d been taken by the Clan and sold for food. Her father had told her that women, in this world, were a commodity. And one that was not treated with respect. She had thought both of them liars, keeping her trapped underground, far from the world above. 

And now they were gone. Punished; banished, perhaps, or dead. No one could or would tell her. Punished for keeping her a secret for so long. But of course they did -- the minute the Montgomery Clan had found out about her existence, the moment they’d thrown her in a cage. They’d left her untouched, in the dark, before they’d moved her. 

Another woman -- Eve, she was called -- had joined her that morning, and for a while, she had talked a lot-- she was happy enough to be going to this new home, this new clan. A new place, where her children would be fed. She had even let Lily touch her stomach, let her feel the kicking feet that, if everything went well, Lily herself would be accustomed to. 

But now, Eve was asleep, torn blanket used as a pillow against the hard flooring, snoring softly. Lily was the opposite, back pressed as far away from the door as possible, as if she could squeeze through the bars by sheer will power. 

She looked up quickly as the tarp across the cage was torn down, shielding her eyes from the bright light that flooded. Sunlight, natural light, was something she was still getting used to. She assumed she’d be greeted by another medic, or a guard -- but it was neither. Instead, a different man, tall and imposing, with light hair and eyes. Eve had told her of the things this man, his clan, wanted to do with her. Her mother had told her horror stories of how most men treated women. It was enough to set her on edge, make her wary.  Still, she was a curious one; this world already was so much bigger than the one in her bunker. She moved slightly towards the front of the cage, hands grasping bars as she watched him, head tilted. 

“You’re the one we go to.” It was a statement, not a question. “They say I am to bare your children.” 

[vuulpecula]

   Shafts of light shot into the darkness; they burned her eyes. Time moved differently down there in the darkness, surrounded by the damp scent of mold and constant dripping from the ceiling. Fox didn’t know how long she’d been trapped, but it felt like years. Every so often someone new stumbled upon her or was thrown inside -- this time would be no different. When the door opened, she looked up into the blinding light, skin pale and dirty, and begged whoever it was to leave. 

      “Go, go, it’s a trap,” she rasped out. Bloody fingers reached up, blocking out enough of the light to catch a glimpse of the other person there. “Get out, get out, run, hurry!” A monster would appear and push the stranger inside only to lock them both away. Time was running out. “Please. Save yourself.”

@yunafied ❤’d for a STARTER.

[marksandrec]

Marksandrec’s Super Dooper Popcorn Party #366

(Prequel to this post, I guess? Don’t worry, Anx will escape; he’s crafty.) (Dialogue from Hoodwinked.)

(Heck, and sequel to this post, haha. XD That wasn’t even on purpose.)