it's all come crashing down and nothing can save me now

[grapplinghook]

the broken meme.

You may once have been a great hero, or a modest regular person. But something has pushed you past the limit. There's simply no going back to who you used to be. To be seen now, your friends, your family, would they even recognize you? Your savior was too late. The pain was too much. The pleasure was too intense. You've been short-circuited.

You're broken.

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1. Pain.
You've been pushed beyond your limits and become light-headed, 'floaty'. The sight of your own blood doesn't provoke a reaction anymore, and seeing a friend might cause you to smile, or talk strangely. You might not even recognize them. It doesn't hurt anymore. It's alright now.

2. Lust.
No, no, no became yes, yes, yes. Dignity and self-respect have faded, replaced by an insatiable and alien feeling of want. You've reached a point where shame doesn't even occur to you anymore. Your eyes seem out of focus and your smile doesn't look right. Look, I've made so many friends who like me...! Do anything to me if it feels good.

3. Shock.
What has been seen cannot be unseen. A revelation about a friend, a loved one, an enemy- something has shocked you in a way you can never reverse. It may change not only the way you look at someone or something, but also the way you see the rest of your life. I saw nothing, I saw nothing, I saw...

4. Oppressed.
What's it like outside my cage? Your spirit of rebellion or confidence has been cracked, and your rescuers might not be there in time to salvage what's left of your spirits. You've long since accepted that getting away from this oppression is impossible- Perhaps you've even become attached to it as the only way to live life. Yes, sir. No, sir. Sorry, sir.

5. Corruption.
Something has eroded you. You're not like you used to be. You're obsessive, your face is darker. You may even see who you were before as weak or useless. Whether it's a magic ring or Phazon infecting your body, you're going grimdark and it's looking a little too late to pull you out of it. This power is far greater than what I had before! To think I used to believe in justice!

6. Hysteria.
When you talk, you don't make any sense. Pure Charisma Break. Maybe you were a god stripped of your might, or you've suffered a terrible defeat. Either way your ego has snapped, leaving you a total mess and unable to function. But how could this be? How could I lose?!

7. Desperation.
Where before you were airy, confident, in control of yourself, you're now a ragged and fuming pile of hopeless anger. As a fighter you may have been careful or even graceful; now you swing wildly, strike without precision. You simply cannot accept the situation, cannot accept your own fall. It's not over! I'm still in control! I can still fix everything!


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Jane Foster | Thor (2011) | Het for smut

[bifroster]

2

[knifeplay]

[It was his mission to intercept Jane Foster and steal her away, followed by breaking her down in whatever method he deemed fun enough.

For that, he chose to reduce Jane Foster to a woman who lived to be fucked. He raped her, first, and over the weeks he took her whenever he wanted to, leaving her tied down with vibrators or machines to fuck her when he wasn't. She was kept nourished via injections or IVs. The only thing she'd had to swallow since her arrival in the rather clean hospital-like dungeon was his seed.

Every now and again he would record her being fucked by some machine for hours, informing her that these videos and pictures were being spread out to the public. A nice video-diary of Jane Foster losing her mind.

It's early in the morning and she's been left tied down to a sybian for the night. He opens the door to the all-white room, empty and silent except for her.]

Morning, Jane. How're you doing?

loki / mcu / whatever canonpoint

[snowborn]

4 seemed like a good one?

[bifroster]

[It had been months since she had contact with the outside. The Avengers might have won the war against Loki, but they hadn't beat him. In retaliation, she had been taken. Hurt then where it would sting, right? Either way, she was somewhere... and she hadn't seen the stars in so long. Her whole world now was the small complex Loki kept her in with books and tools so she could work for him. Help him try to take over the world again.

Finally, after so long, she could feel herself crack. Give up.]

Mycroft Holmes: Sherlock: OTA

[bigbrotheriswatching]

Ermelyn Fox | OC

[atruevixen]

dubious how canon this will end up being but who cares?

[ravenlord]

[ Usuall she's the one to list shoulds and shouldn'ts, but this night it's him. This night as he stumbles up to her door, not so much knocking as slamming his body against it to let her know someone is there before falling to the ground.

He has burns around wrists and ankles from cold iron shackles he managed to get rid of along the way, and his back is full of wounds from a more than sound flogging. ]

Noah McManus // The Boondock Saints // whenever

[sixguns]

abarai renji ☼ bleach ☼ ota

[astrays]

SCREW RNG, we're going 1

[ofnoblemind]

[There are no clouds in the sky today.

It's a fleeting thought as Byakuya lays on the grass, hair splayed out almost gracefully, arms limp beside him, legs slightly curled. Or maybe it's all a little off, the relaxing picture of the moment not quite as it should be.

Perhaps it's the break in one of his legs, the hakama fabric pulled up enough to show how a fracture has pierced through his skin. Or it's the stream of dark crimson dripping down his face from somewhere in his dark hair. His kenseikan are shattered.

Maybe the most obvious sign of something wrong is the fact his torso is almost shredded by the Hollow's claws, blood racing out of his body to soak into the earth, staining everything a rich red. And yet, it's almost too much in places, blood congealing in little pools beside his body.

Byakuya feels nothing, except maybe, strangely, a soft breeze caressing his cheek.

The sky is so blue today.]

makoto mita // sweet pool.

[omegaeatburgers]

Loki | mcu | m/m

[has_an_army]

sharon carter | mcu

[carters]

Justin Hammer | MCU

[therealgenius]

Yakushi Kabuto | Naruto | ota

[sound_council]

Pepper Potts | mcu | ota

[walked_in_on_worse]

Mai | Avatar: The Last Airbender | OTA

[downer]

Misao Makimachi | Rurouni Kenshin | OTA

[weaseling]

Jane Foster | Thor | ota

[nomoresmashing]

Athena | HoC | OC

[needsnomirror]

Crowley | Good Omens | no 2!

[goodcheekbones]

Dean Winchester | SPN

[shotaway]

raziel, the angel of mysteries | judeo-christian mythology

[esotericism]

1 + 4 + EVIL

[phosphoriel]

[ The blood runs in dark lines down the pale contours of Raziel's back, his hips and buttocks and thighs, and Lucifer watches with the whip still dripping in his hand, his wings arched wide and luminous against the dark, empty vault of Hell. The wounds from the angel's fall had barely begun to heal before Lucifer chained him here to black rock on hands and knees, and flayed open wide wounds across his back, destroying the scar pattern that had been left by the tearing away of his wings. He can still hear the screams, how Raziel's voice echoed as sharp as a falcon's cry through the starry void, and his wings twitch reflexively, a rustling shudder. ]

I am so sorry, my love.

[ His voice soft and carrying. His feet bare and treading silent on the stone as Lucifer lets the whip fall and comes forward, accompanied by a susurrus of feathers; his fingers slip into Raziel's dark hair, and glide through the strands, tender and caressing. ]

You understand, don't you, why it had to be done? I only want to protect you. [ The lies fall from his lips as sweetly as music. ] Now you need not fear our brothers. You will be safe here.

Eleventh Doctor | Doctor Who

[aintno_grave]

[handymetacrisis]

((Why hello there! I rolled twice and got a 3+5. You want to roll for Eleven?))

judith lehnsherr | xmfc / marvel

[eisenhardt]

Fandral | MCU | Thor

[lunging]

Henry Mills | Once Upon a time | 4

[theboywiththebook]

[Regina had finally did it. She crushed the 'delusion' inside of Henry's head. Maybe there was no curse? Maybe he just wanted to believe there was so that he could finally have a happy ending. Maybe he'd finally get a mother who loved him. But nope. That hope was gone. There was no such thing as happy endings, he was stuck, he was to live without hope. He had to face the fact. Fairy tales weren't real.]

boris airay, alice in the country of hearts.

[riddling]

Quinn Fabray ♔ Glee

[ambitious]

Lisbeth Salander } TGwtDT

[lackingempathy]

1

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

[It's been an intense investigation, and it doesn't go entirely well- particularly this part, the bit at the very end where Sherlock ends up locked in the same house as the serial killer for six minutes and fifty two seconds before Lisbeth makes it there.

He's just stopping screaming as her boots crunch up the path. He hears it, but only very distantly.

Possibly a few miscalculations made along the way, yes.]