#cages.

I'm imagining waking up in it, still disoriented from whatever you put in my drink the night before. You notice me stirring and tell me about how you lovingly picked out everything for my new home, how you want me to be so comfortable. I'm scared now, but you will teach me to be such a good pet for you, how to obey your every command. You will condition me to forget about everything other than being a perfect fucktoy, and I will learn to love my new home so much that I wouldn't run away even if I could <3

🧚🏻‍♂️✨

@collectorcocktail

Knowhere. The name had sounded to Bruce Banner- the single solitary human among the entire population of New Asgard, depending on how exactly you defined the word- like kind of a tasteless joke at the expense of whatever vast thing had died to create it. (Too soon? No, but still...) Something like a god, Thor had told him. Right on the edge of the known universe, carried along by its constant expansion like a tide. 

Did he want to set foot in this place? Feel roads under his feet that he knew were nothing more than dirt packed into a crumbling skull, like something a kid might find in the woods and- 

No. 

But living for months on that ship, trying to walk and move and hitting wall after wall after wall, it was starting to feel... like another cage.

Sometimes life was just a choice of the lesser of two horrors. But once the hot, fetid air beyond the hatch hit him, crashing into him like a wall, he couldn’t really be sure which one was which.

[You receive a puppy in a cage. What do you do next?]