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bakerstreet2013-10-24 07:08 am
ex_victimized943) wrote in bakerstreet2013-10-24 07:08 am
Physical Torture Meme
TRIGGER WARNING: this meme contains extremely graphic content.
if you are not comfortable with drastic violence, please don't proceed.
i. self-mutilation. for whatever reason, you're your own worst enemy. can another character save your from themselves, or are they in the same boat? maybe it's neither and they just like to watch.
ii. otherwise inflicted. one character is the torturer, one character is the tortured. state your preference or assume the top commenter is in the tortured position.
1. DISMEMBERMENT/AMPUTATION: You should never get too attached to your limbs. Who knows when you'll lose one? Or have it taken from you. Hands, feet, arms, elbows, if it sticks out, it can be snapped, sawed, crushed or pulled off. Better staunch that stump quick, unless life isn't worth living without your favourite foot.
2. IRREVERSIBLE SENSORY DEPRIVATION: See, speak, and hear no nothing. While temporarily muting a sense can heighten the others and make for a fun time in the short term, it's probably not an adjustment you'd want to make permanently. Too bad. Perforated eardrums, plucked eyes, and cut tongues fall under this category -- and don't forget those other senses you could always do without, like touch and smell.
3. FLAYING/SKINNING/SCALPING: People are layered. Time to find out exactly how much. Peel, shave, or pull the flesh off yourself or others and maybe you'll expose their true nature. Or organs. Probably that second thing.
4. SCARIFICATION/TATTOOING/BRANDING: Make your mark. Ritualism, boredom, or for any number of reasons, it's time to claim what's yours. Brand it with red-hot iron, slice it with a scalpel, write it in permanent ink -- make sure you're never forgotten.
5. BLUNT TRAUMA: Stop the blood flowing and keep the fun going. Blunt trauma involves any painful force that doesn't break the skin. Hitting, kicking, beating with brass knuckles or bats, and breaking bones. Nobody said anything about internal bleeding, did they?
6. TRAPS: From medieval torture devices such as iron maidens to the infamous reverse beartrap of the Saw series, isn't technology fascinating? Push your face through knives to activate the switch that releases your bonds, or stretch yourself thinner on a rack. For more implements, check the instruments of torture page.
7. PERFORATION/LACERATION: The opposite of blunt force trauma, this option is for those that prefer to dig a little deeper. Cut the skin with knives, suspend it with hooks, lash it with whips. Shallow or mortal wounds, see red red red!
8. EATEN ALIVE: A body is a terrible thing to waste. Perhaps you're the guest of honor at a cannibal's feast, you've been thrown to the dogs, or zombies, or there's always the good old brown rats ready to burrow through your bowels with a little incentive.
9. TEMPERATURE: Burned, boiled, frozen, drenched in wax, it's uncomfortably hot or cold in here and taking off all your clothes probably won't do the trick this time.
10. PHARMACOLOGICAL: You're the guinea pig in this ethics-committee-bypassing experiment, lucky you! Injections are the name of the game. Induce pain, pleasure, hallucinations, sleep, sleep deprivation, the sky's the limit. Or just toss them into a pit of hypodermic needles. Cause you know. That's cool. Oh and don't forget about withdrawal!
11. FREAK-FOR-ALL: Don't see it above? Don't worry about it. If it hurts, it belongs in here, so let your imagination run free, you twisted wild thing, and wreak a little misery. ♥
2. IRREVERSIBLE SENSORY DEPRIVATION: See, speak, and hear no nothing. While temporarily muting a sense can heighten the others and make for a fun time in the short term, it's probably not an adjustment you'd want to make permanently. Too bad. Perforated eardrums, plucked eyes, and cut tongues fall under this category -- and don't forget those other senses you could always do without, like touch and smell.
3. FLAYING/SKINNING/SCALPING: People are layered. Time to find out exactly how much. Peel, shave, or pull the flesh off yourself or others and maybe you'll expose their true nature. Or organs. Probably that second thing.
4. SCARIFICATION/TATTOOING/BRANDING: Make your mark. Ritualism, boredom, or for any number of reasons, it's time to claim what's yours. Brand it with red-hot iron, slice it with a scalpel, write it in permanent ink -- make sure you're never forgotten.
5. BLUNT TRAUMA: Stop the blood flowing and keep the fun going. Blunt trauma involves any painful force that doesn't break the skin. Hitting, kicking, beating with brass knuckles or bats, and breaking bones. Nobody said anything about internal bleeding, did they?
6. TRAPS: From medieval torture devices such as iron maidens to the infamous reverse beartrap of the Saw series, isn't technology fascinating? Push your face through knives to activate the switch that releases your bonds, or stretch yourself thinner on a rack. For more implements, check the instruments of torture page.
7. PERFORATION/LACERATION: The opposite of blunt force trauma, this option is for those that prefer to dig a little deeper. Cut the skin with knives, suspend it with hooks, lash it with whips. Shallow or mortal wounds, see red red red!
8. EATEN ALIVE: A body is a terrible thing to waste. Perhaps you're the guest of honor at a cannibal's feast, you've been thrown to the dogs, or zombies, or there's always the good old brown rats ready to burrow through your bowels with a little incentive.
9. TEMPERATURE: Burned, boiled, frozen, drenched in wax, it's uncomfortably hot or cold in here and taking off all your clothes probably won't do the trick this time.
10. PHARMACOLOGICAL: You're the guinea pig in this ethics-committee-bypassing experiment, lucky you! Injections are the name of the game. Induce pain, pleasure, hallucinations, sleep, sleep deprivation, the sky's the limit. Or just toss them into a pit of hypodermic needles. Cause you know. That's cool. Oh and don't forget about withdrawal!
11. FREAK-FOR-ALL: Don't see it above? Don't worry about it. If it hurts, it belongs in here, so let your imagination run free, you twisted wild thing, and wreak a little misery. ♥
awww yeah, reminds me I need to make an Awakened icon mule for this girl
[She says his name like a caress, a promise, and then laughs, all pride and dark joy. Sharp claws and proud wings, a white prince at her beck and call, all that glorious bright power and strong heart under her command... Why, this sounds like a story straight out of some fairytale, and something about the whole notion of it rather appeals to Riful. Clothing and stories, loyalty and comrades... she had always been fascinated by the trappings of humanity. From time to time, she even adopts them as her own (only to shed them like so much cast off snakeskin, with hardly any thought at all.)]
Well then, my prince, why don't we test out your new power? As my gift to you, we'll retake your lands, and reshape them to your liking.
[That she's returning to him what was previously his is... just a technicality, really.]
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[He straightens, shifting into a new pose almost at once. His hands lift to the ceiling, and his wings stretch to their fullest extent now. The posturing is an old habit that comes from years on the stage, but the new feathers make him seem so much bigger. Some protrude at odd angles, and he simply reaches over and grabs them by the roots to adjust them with thin cracks of bone. Even as takes care of this, he continues speaking with Riful. He feels like a ruler should, full of pride and vigor, and now he wants to hurry. He's getting hungry, after all.]
My kingdom, yes, must be dealt with. You were only trying to help, weren't you? But I know it best.
[He smiles so kindly. He understands why, now. Things should never have been allowed to grow so fragile, out of his protection.]
We shouldn't keep them waiting. I'm sure everyone will be so happy when I return!
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and takewhat she pleases, make no mistake.]Your kingdom. That's right~ [What she wants to see is the look on their faces as their beloved prince comes home-- all those wonderful human bonds of loyalty and trust, shattering under disbelief and betrayal. How tragic! How utterly lovely! She never had any doubt that her methods would work, only all those years of disappointment because nobody until now has quite been up to par.] I'll defer to your good judgement. [Indulgence aside, she adds matter-of-factly:] But don't go forgetting your place, prince. I am your elder, after all.
[Riful settles back town to her heels, flat-footed, then tilts her head to one side as if she's forgotten something. Perhaps she had. It has been so long since her own Awakening that... ah.]
Oh, I'm sure you're hungry by now. [With any new creature, the first instinct is survival, the second, hunger, all consuming and insatiable, as if the body is making up for all those years it had spent starved of power and truth. ] Why don't we begin with a snack?
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[He holds the pose for a moment longer, closing his eyes contentedly. Her touch once made him recoil, but now he can detect the fondness in it, even appreciation. It's all that he deserves, though he misunderstands its true nature. He is, after all, a prince worth admiring. He can do anything! And he's never been so proud as to refuse instruction. He had to learn swordplay and dance from somewhere, and this is no different. Just another skill to master.]
You and I shall work together. No doubt you have much to teach me.
[The mention of food only serves to worsen his hunger, or at least his awareness of it, enough to burn. It's the only unpleasant sensation so far, and he'd rather be rid of it. Somehow, he seems to brighten that much more.]
After all, that's a wise suggestion. I do... ahhh... I do need something to eat.
[He lowers his wings, folding them as best he can, which is to say, not very well. The long feathers jut out directly behind him from his arms, twisting awkwardly under his shoulders, but now, he doesn't seem to mind the disorderly state. His gaze is fixed in the distance, still smiling.]
Shall we find some meat?
(ooc: I think this might about wrap it up here, if that's okay with you! \o/ You can do another if you'd like, but I think we know where it's going!)