#control tw

They are chipped! Not with gps devices but still chipped.

Nah you’re good.

They are impeccably trained. He got Clyde right after his first training certificate and Rudy about a year or two later.

They’re trained just the way that Mason like them, curious and open and comfortable but they’d never wander too far, never bolt out of the house or touch anything they know they’re not supposed to. No matter how enthralled they are with what they’re doing if he calls for them they are right there.

They aren’t scared of him because he has never, ever hurt them without reason. He doesn’t often have to be the “bad guy” and he almost never uses the “because I said so” lines. If he wants them to change something about their behaviors he’ll tell them why. At this point he’s not making them guess what they did wrong they’re past that.

Did he do that in the past? Yes of course. He trained them. He made them into exactly what he wanted.

Honestly Mason loves those boys. But their world is very small. Very controlled. If there was a big pet liberation movement they would probably be the last to know simply because Mason would never tell them.

@chippedxteacup gets a plotted starter

If someone had asked him a few hours ago if he’d rather Regina have his dagger than Zelena, he’d have said yes. Mostly because he’d assumed that, as a fellow former villain aspiring to be good, he’d thought she’d give him his dagger back. How foolish that was. Not only had she taken his dagger and controlled him with it, she had waxed lyrical about how ‘heroes don’t exact vengeance’. She hadn’t even seemed to care what he’d been through, or that her sister had killed his son. No, she didn’t care. And neither did anyone else. No one had said anything to her, told her to give his dagger back or anything. No, he was a threat, to be controlled, not the man who had sacrificed himself to save them all only a year ago.

He sat in his shop now, staring into a mirror. His face was blank, but inside his mind was whirling, and a small part in the back hysterically reminded him about Zelena’s rant on appearances before he shoved it away. What was to become of him now? Regina didn’t seem to have any intention of giving him his dagger back. So what, he’d become the town’s slave? The idea made him feel sick. Until it didn’t.

He frowned, studying his reflection as though it held the answer to these new feelings he suddenly had. They made no sense. The overwhelming sense of safety, of love, was something he’d not felt since before he’d died. Why was it here now, out of nowhere? A thought stuck him, and he felt his heart sink. Was this a command? He’d been rather grateful that Zelena had been unimaginative with her commands. Though perhaps unimaginative was the wrong word. She’d wanted him to grow to love her on his own, she hadn’t wanted to command it, to force him. But did Regina have no qualms about it? Was this her command, a paltry attempt to fix him after he’d been so broken?

It didn’t really feel like a command, but he’d never been commanded this way before so he couldn’t be sure. All he knew was there were no other commands on him, so he stayed put, staring into the mirror until he saw a bit of movement in it, and hear the refreshingly familiar sound of the bell over his shop door. And when he saw who was being announced by it, he smiled. He stared at her for a moment in the mirror, as if not really sure it’s her, but then he turned and then he was moving and so was she and finally, finally he was back in his Belle’s arms.

Yeah, sadly this also seems to be a reoccurring thing with Ororo and her evil doer suitors. Loki had done something similar using magic to alter reality and intensify her feelings for him. I think it’s the fetish of men secretly wanting to control powerful, desirable women. 

Zane used his power to keep hold on Kadens blood as he walked through the town. He had lost control over Rosalie but that was the least of his worries. He wasn’t scared of her, even if she was able to get out of his hold for a split second.

“What do you say we go fuck some shit up?” Zane asked as he glanced over to Kaden. He smirked as he let him have control over his mouth.

“Fuck you!” Kaden hissed at the blood bender and it only made Zane chuckle. “I’m sorry I have a Fiancée. Also, guards aren’t my type.” Zane said with a devilish grin.

He heard someone behind him in that moment and he smiled. “Clark, so nice of you to join us.” Zane tilted his head to the side. “Have you come to join in on the action?” Zane asked as he maneuvered Kaden to stand in between them. “I think I can make him fight for us, so he could even be our shield if we need it.” Zane said with a smile and then he noticed someone else appear out of thin air. “Cassandra, so nice of you to join us.”

@shattcredhearts liked this (and plotted too lol) for a starter

They’ve released him back home from the hospital, after having kept him overnight to make sure he wouldn’t have another heart attack. Even if that’s not really what had happened to him. And now he was supposed to be better, after having been in a place of healing. And yet he felt worse than he ever had. 

He’d been mostly silent the whole way back to Loki’s home, only muttering the occasional mono-syllable when necessary. He had wanted to break things off with Loki immediately, leave so the poor man wouldn’t have to deal with any of this. Only he wasn’t allowed to. Not since Loki had some form of power and she wanted to know more. 

He looked so surprised and confused by her words, her heart hurt with his expression. Rumple looked as though he never expected to hear her words. Belle felt a flash of anger at herself. She had treated him so horribly lately, it had almost felt like a spell but she knew it wasn’t. Between being Lacy and everything else she had lost sight of everything that was important, and she almost lost him entirely. No more, she will give him all she has and give him a reason to trust her just like she trusted him.

She held him close as she kissed him, trying to pour all the love she had into it, wanting more then anything to let him know that she was his and she was on his side first and foremost. He began to sob against her lips. She could feel him shaking. Her eyes opened and she whimpered softly before she moved to kiss his cheek and head as she wrapped her arms around him.

Belle wanted to believe in the good of people, but she couldn’t deny the darkness that existed too. It was both the dark and the light that made Rumplestiltskin the man she loved, and he has been so hurt and abused that she couldn’t just let it go unpunished. As much as she didn’t want anyone hurt, Rumple had every right to hurt them. Belle had taken so many steps back that she almost lost him. No greater good was worth losing him. They could all go to hell for what they’ve done, for all the hate and cruelty.

How can Rumple be a good man if everyone treated him like he was beneath them or a beast every single moment. Rumple was a good man in her eyes, capable of so much more and of such kindness. Belle knew because he was good to her and kind to her and she knew now that some people were not worthy of kindness and every single person that acted like Rumple was evil and out to kill them all without even trying to talk to him like the man he was. What good was there in hurting him more? In forcing him away or to help free this town filled with people that feared and hated him. No, no more will she let this town hurt him. Her heart told her that enough was enough.

Rumple needed her, and it was time that she took the stand, the only stand that mattered, besides him.

Belle sank down with him when he dropped to his knees. She hugged him close and tight. Her arms wrapped firmly around his back before her hand rose to gently stroke his hair as he sobbed and said I’m sorry over and over. “It’s okay Rum, its okay, oh it’s okay my love, let it out, it’s ok.” She whispered over and over as she stroked his hair and held his head against her chest letting him cry as he needed too. Belle hated seeing him cry but he had every reason to do it, to get it out and she wouldn’t let anyone take away that. He deserved so much better then this, so much more then his. Belle needed to find a way for them to escape this cursed town, so that this heartbreak and suffering could end once and for all. Damn the rest of them to hell. Belle was willing to sacrifice herself to help everyone else but not Rumple. Rumple has suffered and sacrificed so much for absolutely nothing and still everyone looked at him like he was nothing more then a beast.

He is so much more and he deserves his freedom, and more than anything he deserved some peace to just grieve. Belle would make sure now that he would have that. She was going to give him that and everything else she was capable of giving her poor Rumple.

She smiled weakly at him as he spoke. “It’s okay Rum. I shouldn’t have used your dagger like I did and I am sorry that I did. You have every right to be angry and upset after all you’ve been put through and me using your dagger was wrong.” Belle apologized and gently cupped his face, wiping away his tears for him and kissing at his forehead lightly. Belle heard his last words and pressed herself the slightest bit closer. “I’m sorry I can’t couldn’t find any other way through to you.. I hate the way that this town has twisted us Rumple and I am going to find us a way out, but now, for as long as you want. I’m here and I’m yours Rumple, no matter what. Light or dark I don’t give a damn, there’s only you and I love you.”

He leaned against her, clinging to her as though letting go would kill him. He didn’t want to let go. He didn’t want to ever have to let go of Belle. That was part of why he hadn’t told her what he was doing, why he’d tried to act like he wasn’t as affected as he was by Zelena and his son dying and everything else that went on. He was absolutely terrified of losing her, and honestly that was what he’d thought might happen when she found his dagger and stopped him from killing Hook. But here she was, kneeling in front of him and comforting him when he really didn’t deserve it, and he found himself thankful yet again for Belle and her kindness and understanding. He didn’t deserve her. He never had. But he sure as hell needed her.

And then she was apologizing for using his dagger, and he felt his soul relax ever so slightly. He’d known she didn’t really want the level of control that the dagger gave her, but he hadn’t been entirely sure that she didn’t want at least some control over him. So hearing her apologize for taking the dagger and using it, even if she had done it to try and help him, as like a healing balm to his soul. He leaned his forehead against hers, letting out a shuttering sigh. He was still a bit tense, but so much more relaxed then he’d been in the longest time. In fact, he’d only been this relaxed before he’d died the first time. Ever since he’d been scared and tense and so very hurt. Until now. Because of Belle.

“I shouldn’t have tried to kill the pirate,” he admitted to her, his own way of apologizing for what he’d done. “I was scared and I thought it was the only way not to be anymore but I… I’m sorry. I should have known there was another way.” He pulled back just a bit then, wiping at his own tears before looking at Belle in the eyes, wanting her to understand what he was about to say.

“You… I… I haven’t felt this safe since before I died,” he admitted to her softly. Of course he still didn’t feel entirely safe, but given that the dagger wasn’t even in his possession, the fact that he felt even remotely safe was remarkable. “I should have known that you were the answer all along. You almost always are.” He reached up a hand, slightly trembling, to trace her cheek, focusing on the feel of her soft skin underneath his finger and letting that relax him even further.

“I was scared, and I pulled away from you,” he muttered as he watched his own finger, unable to look her in the eyes for this part. “I shouldn’t have let it come to this. You shouldn’t have had to use the dagger just to get me to listen to you. But I… can I have it back now?” he withdrew his hands to his lap, eyes moving towards the floor. It felt almost wrong to ask her for it back after the way he’d been acting. He didn’t feel like he deserved the damn thing. A part of him thought she should keep it, to keep him in check. But he knew he could never feel completely safe like that. He needed it back, at least for now.