#hostage mention

[it-was-me-zion]

may this be the year the hostages come home

[the-dumb-smart-friend]

Every time someone draws Karlach with a dainty hourglass figure a hostage dies

[as-above-is-moving]

54! Crowley and Kairi :) Whatever the circumstances are are up to you!

∗ 54﹕ sender  needs  receiver’s  help  getting  in  the  bath .

@valiant-au-save-slot-a

It's a heavy subject, so I'll put it under a readmore for other folks;

Cw: medical bay setting, recovery, torture/hostage mention, trauma, medical talk

Kairi was still bedbound for most of the day since the rescue, but she had been recently upgraded from the wheelchair to crutches for moving around with--until her prosthesis was ready, anyway. But despite Crowley insisting they work on it whenever he was awake, she kept making him put the notebook down that he was using to sketch it out, and rest. He came out of that confrontation far worse than she had in her entire month of bekng Basilisk's hostage, in her opinion. She wanted to make sure he was taking the time he needed to recover too, while also respecting their need to keep his hands busy, and build her prosthetic leg himself. As much as she sincerely didn't blame him for the accident, or how long it took them all to find her, she understood how strongly Crowley felt about making things right.

They'd been put in the same room at the medical facility beneath Mack and Rachael's property once Crowley had been kidnapped "discharged" from the Macro City hospital he'd been taken to after his battle with Basilisk. Kairi was reading in bed, trying to keep herself busy to avoid dissociating in front of Crowley, when she heard rustling from the direction of his bed. They had sat up and swung their leg(s) over the side, and was getting ready to pull himself into their own homemade wheelchair to take him to the bathroom. Kairi asked if he needed any help, but of course he said no--he was just going to take a bath, and he'd be back soon.

Kairi was already climbing out of bed herself, reaching for her crutches even as they protested. Like hell she was going to let him try and crawl in and out of the bath by himself, especially while trying to maneuver an oxygen tank around.

"I've been thinking about taking one myself, anways. We can just go together." Was her excuse--which was partially true, anyways. As clean as the room was kept, medical wards always left her feeling like a film of death was settling over her the longer she stayed in one spot. She needed to scrub it off, before she tried clawing out of her skin.

Kairi followed Crowley in to the restroom in the room they were both staying in. She had far more ease of mobility than they did, so once she had started the water and was sat on the closed lid of the toilet, she helped him get undressed first. Even if they protested, she just 'shush'd him and gave him a kiss on the cheek for good measure. She helped to move them from their wheelchair to the edge of the lub, and helped him turn so he could slide onto the chair sat in the warm water safely. Only after Crowley was settled in did she get undressed herself, and join them by sitting on the edge of the tub. She washed his hair for him, and grabbed the mask attached to his oxygen tank whenever breathing became too difficult on his own.

Crowley would start up again at some point, saying they should be the one taking care of her. She was the one who had been held captive for a month, she should be the one being taken care of. Kairi would smile, and turn his face towards hers.

"Once you can move around without the oxygen, I'll let you help me around as much as you want. Right now, just let me take care of you, alright?" She'd lean in, and rest her forehead against theirs.

"I want to do this--you know it makes me feel better to do things for the three of you. Consider it my way of repaying you for rescuing me. Save your energy for the prosthetic you're making for me, and recovering. Okay?" A pause, and a stroke of her thumb across his cheek. "I love you."

Kairi gave Crow a soft, tender kiss to punctuate her words before she let go so she could rise the shampoo out of their hair.

[caseclosedheadcanons]

All of the Detective Boys should do some form of martial art. Just look at how often Ayumi is taken hostage - if I was any adult in their lives I would insist on sending them somewhere to learn how to defend themselves. Just look at how useful karate and kendo are for Ran and Heiji - I wouldn't emulate Shinichi and rely on soccer.

Plus, it would be cool if they all chose something different and became little badasses. Like, Genta dominating in Judo, Mizuhiko winning Karate competitions, Ayumi knocking down boys two heads taller than her in Aikido.

Professor Agasa would come to all competitions to cheer them on - probably with a little detective boys flag he made himself.

[im-a-goat-in-disguise]

the vowel in floor is about 1.5 octaves lower than in flaw

I don't know nor want to learn what an octave is. they are the exact same pitch so I'm not sure what you mean. I KNOW in my heart that "aw" and "oor" *should* be different but when preceded by "fl-" that is completely thrown out the window. I've looked at one [1] video of somebody who pronounces them differently and it sounds like they're being held hostage into pronouncing them differently

[incorrect-web-novels]

Hostage or not, sometimes it's nice to be held.

- Han Xin

[greatgatsbyhateblog]

Who is keeping the trek merch model guy hostage

[mori-exe]

Marty and Vanessa headcanons/plot bunnies

A/N: This is Marty and Vanessa, so possibly triggering elements are involved, such as kidnapping. I got bored and I’m in a Marty mood. :) 

Tagging: @monstersmaid

- Marty first became interested in Vanessa when she was sat ringside during one of his moments with Melissa. She cringed and her face scrunched up in a way that he had seen a thousand times but it just struck him. Her naivety didn't help her either. She thought he was “Normal”. Unexpecting. He absolutely loved when they didn’t expect.

- Second was her name, it meant butterfly and Marty had a thing for butterflies. Sweet innocent butterflies, and she was definitely as pure as they come. 

- He could tell she was going to be a challenge. Some say you can't cage a butterfly, but the tribe believed otherwise. Butterflies made obedient pets when coerced and carefully pushed to their limits.

- A few days into her capture, he allowed her out of constant restraints and allowed her to work inside the room, while still warning her of Mariposa, You have to give a butterfly some freedom. Easy defilement later, the tribe believed.

- He knew she liked to write and set up an area for her to do so. He enjoyed her stories, even if they were about him and his vile acts. In a way, they validated him.

- She tried to escape once the first week and was promptly locked up again and punished, not as severely as he would've otherwise, but he took a strong liking to her. At least it was he and not his sister that caught her. 

- She didn't try him again until about the third week, she got out but saw a shadow and receded back into the safety of the den. Mariposa saw her, but Marty was able to get her under control, promising she wouldn't get loose.

- "She's too soft, sister. A simple mouse could put her in her place."

- "You better hope so Marty, I don't like your pets."