funny banna

from season 5 of the flash and ia from the year 2049 she is 27 and is the daughter of the flash (barry allen) and iris wets-allen. pick whatever stroy you want

nora west-allen from season 5 of the flash joins the neagtive speed froce

Power, the Blood Fiend with a devil-may-care attitude, never stays down for long—especially when she’s tied up. During a mission gone sideways, a powerful enemy managed to trap her with chains forged from cursed materials designed to suppress devil energy. Bound and unable to move freely, Power’s usual wild grin twists into a scowl of frustration and indignation. She snarls and kicks against the restraints, her sharp horns barely held back by the bindings. But beneath the rage and stubbornness lies a calculating mind plotting her escape. Despite the ropes constricting her, Power’s spirit remains fierce and untamed. She refuses to be a victim, viewing the situation more as an annoying inconvenience than a threat. Her sharp wit and unpredictable nature mean she’s always one step ahead, ready to turn the tables in the blink of an eye. Though momentarily restrained, Power’s chaotic energy simmers, promising a wild and explosive breakout that no one will forget. In the world of devils and hunters, Power’s resilience is as dangerous as her blood magic—and no chain is strong enough to hold her for long.

Jessie, the fiery and ambitious member of Team Rocket, often finds herself in precarious situations—usually the result of her own bold schemes and flair for drama. On this occasion, her latest plot to steal rare Pokémon from a high-security facility went awry, resulting in her capture and temporary restraint by the facility’s security systems. Though tied up with sturdy ropes, Jessie’s spirit remains unbroken. She glares defiantly at her captors, plotting her next move with characteristic bravado. Her sharp mind races through potential escape plans, and her pride refuses to accept defeat. Even in captivity, Jessie’s larger-than-life personality shines. She entertains herself with exaggerated complaints and theatrical threats, fully confident that her teammates James and Meowth will arrive to save the day—or at least to create enough chaos for her to slip away. Jessie knows that setbacks are just part of the game. With her relentless determination and quick wit, she’s certain she’ll turn the tables soon—and when she does, Team Rocket’s motto will once again echo through the skies: “Prepare for trouble, and make it double!”

It started—as most chaotic things in Tempest do—with a casual joke from Milim and Shion. During a festival celebrating peace between nations, the citizens decided to hold a lighthearted costume contest. What began as a harmless suggestion turned into a full-blown scheme when Shion proudly presented a custom-made bunny suit… sized perfectly for Rimuru. Despite his protests, the crowd’s curiosity and Milim’s relentless enthusiasm left him cornered. After all, how could the leader of a nation known for embracing diversity and fun turn down a request backed by so many smiling faces? Reluctantly, Rimuru agreed, slipping into the snug outfit with a sigh of resignation and a faint blush. The moment he stepped into the town square—complete with bunny ears and a twitching tail—the cheers and laughter erupted. But rather than feeling humiliated, Rimuru couldn’t help but laugh too. It was silly, a little embarrassing, but it reminded him of something important: the joy and peace they had built together. If putting on a costume helped others smile—even just for a moment—then maybe it was worth the flustered glances and teasing smirks from his closest companions. Still, he made a mental note: next year, someone else is wearing the bunny suit.

Vaggie has always been defined by her fierce loyalty and fiery spirit, battling to protect those she loves from the chaos surrounding them. Yet, after witnessing the devastating consequences of pure rage and blunt force, she begins to realize that strength can take many forms. Inspired—whether knowingly or subconsciously—by the cunning and control exemplified by figures like Valentino, Vaggie starts to adapt her approach. She studies the art of manipulation, learning how to wield power not just with fists but with words and subtle influence. It’s a dangerous game for someone so fiercely honest and blunt by nature, but she understands that survival sometimes means playing shadows instead of only fighting head-on. This new persona doesn’t erase her passionate core but adds a layer of sophistication. Vaggie learns to mask her emotions, use charm as a weapon, and play the long game. Her fiery outbursts give way to calculated moves, strategic alliances, and persuasive speeches. It’s a transformation that unsettles both her friends and foes alike. Though this side of her is unfamiliar even to herself at times, Vaggie embraces it—not as a betrayal of who she is, but as an evolution. After all, in a world as chaotic as hers, sometimes the most potent power is the one hidden beneath the mask.

Velgrynd, the fearsome Oni warrior known for her immense strength and fiery spirit, rarely finds herself in a situation where she is physically restrained. Yet even the mightiest can be caught off guard. During a fierce battle with a cunning enemy clan, Velgrynd was momentarily overwhelmed by magical bindings forged specifically to suppress her raw power. Tied up with enchanted ropes that sapped her strength but did not break her will, Velgrynd sat silently, radiating a quiet fury beneath her calm exterior. Her piercing eyes scanned the surroundings, measuring the threats and searching for the slightest weakness in her captivity. Though her body was restrained, her mind remained free and fierce. Velgrynd refused to be broken or subdued. Every fiber of her being burned with the desire to rise again and fight. The ropes were only temporary shackles against an unstoppable force. Her captors underestimated the depth of her resolve. Velgrynd was a storm contained, waiting for the perfect moment to unleash her wrath and reclaim her freedom. In bondage, she was still a warrior — unyielding, proud, and fierce beyond measure.

Alya Mikhailovna Kujou, the determined and resourceful detective from The Great Ace Attorney series, found herself in an unexpected predicament during a high-stakes investigation. While pursuing a lead on a mysterious conspiracy that threatened to destabilize the political balance, Alya was ambushed by unknown adversaries. Their plan: to silence her by restraining her and removing her from the game. Bound with soft yet secure cords designed to restrict movement without causing injury, Alya was placed in a dimly lit room far from the public eye. Despite the physical constraints, her mind remained razor-sharp, analyzing every detail of her surroundings. She understood that her captors underestimated her—the true threat lay not in physical strength, but in wit and will. Throughout her captivity, Alya maintained an unshakable calm, using her keen observational skills to gather clues and plan her escape. Every interaction, every subtle shift in the environment, was carefully noted. She knew that patience was as vital as courage. Though tied up, Alya’s spirit was untethered. She viewed this challenge not as defeat, but as a puzzle to solve—a test of intellect and endurance. Her confidence never wavered; she was determined to turn the tables on those who sought to imprison her and emerge stronger, ready to expose the truth and bring justice to light.

The trio set out on what was supposed to be a straightforward quest: clear a seemingly abandoned ruin rumored to harbor bandits. Kazuma, as usual, declined to join, opting instead for his usual blend of sarcasm and laziness. Megumin insisted she needed to conserve her explosive magic for the perfect moment, while Aqua and Darkness took the lead, confident they could handle the mission on their own. Things quickly spiraled out of control. Aqua, overestimating her divine powers, accidentally triggered a hidden magical trap, and before anyone could react, thick enchanted ropes shot from the walls, binding Aqua’s arms tightly. Darkness, ever fearless, tried to shield her friends but ended up caught in the trap herself, her limbs restrained as well. Megumin, arriving just a moment too late, was ensnared while preparing her signature explosion, her frustration palpable even as she struggled against her bonds. Now, all three sat tangled together near the heart of the ruin, each trapped but very much alive. Aqua was dramatically protesting her captivity, lamenting how a goddess deserved more respect. Darkness, ever stoic, blushed slightly but maintained a calm composure, quietly enduring the predicament with a hint of a smirk. Megumin, impatient and fiery, grumbled about wasted opportunities and plotted her escape, the suppressed urge to unleash an explosion simmering beneath the surface. Without Kazuma’s scheming or backup, the three were left to rely on their wits—and each other—as they awaited rescue, bound together in an awkward but familiar camaraderie that was far from over.

It was supposed to be a simple quest: investigate a suspicious ruin just outside of Axel rumored to be the hideout of a low-level bandit gang. With Megumin insisting it was too mundane for her talents and Kazuma opting for a nap, Aqua and Darkness took it upon themselves to handle the situation—and prove they could manage just fine on their own. It started well enough. Aqua blessed their weapons with holy magic, and Darkness boldly led the charge. But once inside, it became clear that neither had actually come up with a plan beyond “rush in and wing it.” Before they knew it, the pair triggered a not-so-subtle magical trap designed to capture intruders. In a flash of enchanted ropes and glowing runes, both were yanked off their feet and securely bound in a corner of the ruin—left to sit side-by-side like captured loot. Aqua, fuming, kicked her legs and shouted dramatically, her complaints echoing off the stone walls. “I am a divine being! I should be worshipped, not tied up like some common thief!” Darkness, on the other hand, blushed deeply and shifted slightly in her bindings, her usual stoic demeanor softening. “I can endure this... for the sake of the mission,” she murmured—though her tone hinted she might not entirely mind the situation. With neither Megumin’s explosions nor Kazuma’s cleverness around to save them, Aqua and Darkness were left to bicker, struggle, and wait—two unlikely heroines in a hilariously unfortunate predicament of their own making.

Himeno, the seasoned Public Safety Devil Hunter, had faced countless dangers alongside Denji and her comrades. Her tough exterior masked a deep loyalty and a fierce resolve to protect those she cared about. Yet even the strongest hunters can be caught off guard. During a mission gone sideways, Himeno was ambushed by a cunning enemy who managed to restrain her with strong bindings designed to suppress her Devil powers. Tied up in a dimly lit room, her usual confident smirk softened by the unexpected situation, she refused to let despair take hold. Though her movement was limited, Himeno’s sharp eyes scanned her surroundings, calculating every detail. Her devil contract granted her power, but it was her will and experience that truly defined her strength. She knew that this was only a temporary setback. Even restrained, she maintained her resolve. Her mind raced, plotting escape routes and waiting for the perfect moment to strike back. The ropes couldn’t bind her spirit, nor silence her determination. Himeno was a fighter through and through—no matter the chains, no matter the odds, she would find a way to break free and return to the battle, protecting those who depended on her.

Makima, the enigmatic and powerful Control Devil, had always walked a path where few dared to tread. Her calm, calculating demeanor masked depths of ambition and manipulation that shaped the very fabric of her world. But even the most commanding figures can find themselves caught in unexpected traps. During a covert operation aimed at undermining a rival faction of devils, Makima was ambushed by enemies who sought to strip her of her influence by physically restraining her. Using rare, enchanted chains and bindings designed to suppress devilish powers, they thought they could contain her overwhelming presence. Bound and isolated in a dimly lit chamber, Makima’s composure never faltered. Her eyes gleamed with the cold fire of someone who knew the true nature of power. She understood that control wasn’t solely about physical freedom—it was a matter of mind, influence, and perception. Even in chains, Makima’s presence dominated the room. She mentally mapped her surroundings, gauged the strengths and weaknesses of her captors, and began weaving subtle manipulations. Every breath, every calculated word, was part of a grander scheme. To her, this was merely another move in the game she orchestrated. Her captors underestimated the depths of her control—and they would soon learn that true power isn’t bound by ropes or walls. Makima’s patience was her weapon, and her escape would be as inevitable as the tides.

It was Christmas Eve in New York, and while most were decking the halls or cozying up by the fire, Spider-Gwen was out on patrol, making sure the city stayed safe—even during the holidays. But just as she swung near a beautifully decorated storefront, something felt off. Before she could react, a surprise attack came from an unknown foe. This enemy was clever, wrapping Gwen in sticky, reinforced webs that shimmered faintly with festive red and green strands—a twisted holiday prank. Bound tightly, Gwen struggled but found herself unable to break free. Worse, the villain had the audacity to place her, carefully wrapped in webbing like a Christmas present, right next to a towering, glittering Christmas tree in the shop window. Suspended beside twinkling lights and ornaments, Gwen smirked despite the situation. Her mask hid a determined grin. “A Christmas gift? Seriously? I’m more of the ‘save the day’ type, not ‘holiday decoration,’” she muttered. Though momentarily immobilized, her mind raced, analyzing the web’s strength and the perfect timing needed for her escape. She wasn’t about to be the city’s seasonal decoration—especially not under some villain’s twisted idea of holiday cheer. Even tied up and on display, Spider-Gwen’s spirit stayed bright. She’d turn this unwanted spotlight into her advantage—and unwrap herself with a style only she could pull off. Because no holiday trap could hold down Spider-Gwen for long.

Patrolling the shadowy skyline of New York on a quiet night, Spider-Gwen thought it would be a simple sweep: stop a mugging, check in on the warehouse district, maybe snag a late-night coffee. But things changed when she answered a distress signal that turned out to be a trap. Before she could react, another figure—someone who knew her moves almost too well—ambushed her with high-tension synthetic webbing. Stronger than her own, laced with dampening agents, and launched with uncanny precision. Gwen fought back, flipping and twisting in midair, but eventually the barrage caught her off guard. Her limbs were pulled tight and bound mid-swing, webbed securely and stuck to a crumbling wall. Suspended and restrained, Spider-Gwen grit her teeth. Her heart pounded—not from fear, but frustration. Whoever did this wasn’t just after her—they knew Spider-people. They studied her. “Okay,” she muttered under her breath, glancing at the webbing wrapped around her wrists, “not ideal. But I’ve danced my way out of tighter spots.” She wasn’t one to panic. Even tied up and isolated, her mind worked fast—analyzing the tension of the strands, the material, and timing her breathing. Somewhere out there, someone was watching, thinking they’d taken her off the board. But Gwen Stacy didn’t go down that easily. And once she broke free—because she would—they were going to regret underestimating Spider-Gwen.

While traveling alone across the North Mountain to investigate an unusual magical disturbance, Queen Elsa encountered an ambush laid by those who feared her powers. Seeking to suppress her abilities rather than understand them, the attackers used enchanted materials resistant to elemental magic—binding her arms and ankles with specialized tape that suppressed her ice magic through runic symbols woven into its surface. At first, Elsa fought back with a surge of instinctive frost, but the runes held firm. The cold shimmer of her power flickered at her fingertips and faded. Left in silence within a confined glade, surrounded by snow-laden trees and the chill she once called home, Elsa closed her eyes—not in despair, but in calm focus. This was not the first time fear had tried to control her. As a child, it was isolation. As a queen, it was misunderstanding. Now, it was force. But Elsa had learned from her past: her strength was not only in magic, but in her will. She breathed deeply, steadying herself. The fear tried to rise—but she met it with stillness. Even restrained, even powerless for a time, she was not broken. The snowflakes in the air shimmered around her, echoing her presence. They waited for her to rise—because the Queen of Ice was not so easily subdued. Her time would come. And when it did, she would reclaim her freedom with grace and unshakable resolve.

Gwenpool, the mercenary with a knack for breaking the fourth wall and an unpredictable sense of humor, rarely finds herself in a situation she can’t talk her way out of—until now. While on a seemingly routine mission to recover a stolen artifact, Gwen’s usual cocky bravado met an unexpected challenge. Trapped by a villain who understood her tactics better than most, she was swiftly restrained with reinforced bindings designed to hold even the most stubborn prisoners. Stripped of her usual mobility and witty comebacks, Gwen found herself tied up in a dimly lit room, her pink hoodie rumpled but her spirit undimmed. The ropes were tight, but her mind raced with sarcasm and scheming. She knew she was the wildcard in this game, and that unpredictability was her greatest weapon. Despite the precarious situation, Gwen’s attitude didn’t waver. She mocked her captors with dry remarks, mentally breaking down the layout of the room and guessing their next moves. Each second she remained tied was just fuel for her eventual escape plan, a plan that would be as chaotic and unexpected as Gwen herself. For Gwenpool, being captured was just another plot twist—and she was determined to rewrite the ending in her favor, with plenty of laughs and fourth-wall-breaking antics along the way.

Ino Yamanaka, a skilled kunoichi from Konohagakure’s famed Yamanaka clan, is known for her sharp mind, powerful mind techniques, and confident personality. Throughout her journey as a ninja, Ino has faced countless battles, relying not just on her abilities but on her unshakable spirit and determination. During a covert mission to infiltrate an enemy stronghold, Ino found herself caught off guard by a trap specifically designed to neutralize shinobi abilities. Ambushed by an enemy who wanted to humiliate her and break her resolve, she was forcibly stripped of her standard ninja gear and, in a twisted show of dominance, forced into a revealing bunnysuit—a stark contrast to her usual combat attire. Bound tightly with strong ropes that sapped her movement, Ino was left in a room meant to mock her. Yet, beneath the surface, Ino’s pride burned fiercely. She refused to be embarrassed or broken. The ropes might hold her body, but her mind was free, sharp, and already strategizing an escape. Her usual sass and confidence remained intact, a weapon sharper than any kunai. Ino knew her captors underestimated her, mistaking her momentary vulnerability for weakness. But she was far from defeated. With every passing minute, she observed her surroundings, learned her captors’ patterns, and planned her comeback. For Ino Yamanaka, being tied up in a bunnysuit was just another challenge—a test of her resilience and spirit. And she was ready to turn the tables and prove once again why she’s one of Konoha’s finest.

As the leader of the Imperial Guard and the strongest Holy Knight of the Western Holy Church, Hinata Sakaguchi was revered as a warrior without equal—disciplined, unyielding, and unwavering in her convictions. Known for her strategic brilliance and deadly combat prowess, few dared to challenge her, and even fewer walked away unscathed. But in a world shifting after Rimuru’s rise and the restructuring of political powers, old enemies and hidden factions began moving in the shadows. One such group, remnants of radical splinters within the Church who rejected Hinata's reforms, viewed her evolving alliance with Rimuru as a betrayal. They set a trap—not to kill her, but to remove her influence. Ambushed during a supposedly peaceful negotiation, Hinata found herself overwhelmed by cursed restraints specifically designed to suppress spiritual and magical energy. Her sword was stripped from her, her armor broken, and she was bound—arms and legs tied with sacred chains—and held within a sealed chamber, far from the Church and its politics. Yet even in captivity, Hinata was not defeated. Her silver eyes remained sharp, her breathing steady, and her will, untouched. She replayed every moment of the ambush, already noting flaws she could exploit. The chains dug into her skin, but pain was no stranger to her. She had survived worse—and had never broken. Her captors mistook silence for submission. But Hinata was simply waiting. Calculating. Because when the moment came, she would strike with the full fury of the woman once feared as the blade of the Church—and she would show them why she never loses twice.

Frey, once the Queen of the Winged Beasts and now a trusted ally of Demon Lord Carrion and later Rimuru Tempest, was never one to let her guard down. Known for her aerial grace and commanding strength, she balanced elegance with martial skill, a figure both respected and feared across the continent. But during a diplomatic journey meant to strengthen alliances in the post-Walpurgis era, she was ambushed by a faction opposed to the Demon Lords’ growing influence. The attack was swift, laced with precision and planning. Her wings were targeted first—hit by magical snares laced with anti-flight enchantments. Before she could gain altitude or retaliate, the attackers overwhelmed her with binding spells and enchanted ropes meant to suppress even high-level beings. She awoke restrained to a stone chair in a fortified chamber, her power sealed, and her movement restricted. But Frey was no ordinary captive. Though calm and silent on the surface, her mind worked relentlessly beneath her composed gaze. She assessed her restraints, tested their limits, and memorized every guard rotation. Her pride as a ruler and her loyalty to her allies fueled her resolve. They hadn’t broken her—they had merely delayed the inevitable. She didn’t scream. She didn’t plead. She waited—for the moment to strike back, or for the storm she knew would follow. Whether it was her own escape or the wrath of Rimuru and Carrion descending upon her captors, she had no doubt: this would not end well for those who dared to clip the wings of a warrior queen.

Emilia, the kind-hearted half-elf with silver hair and violet eyes, had faced many hardships in her life, yet none quite like this. During a mission to negotiate peace among warring factions, she was ambushed and kidnapped by those seeking to use her political influence as leverage. Bound and isolated in a remote fortress, her captors believed her gentle nature made her an easy target. But beneath Emilia’s calm and graceful exterior lies a core of unwavering courage and resilience. Though physically restrained, her mind remained sharp—focused on survival and the hope of rescue. She recalled the lessons she’d learned from Subaru and others: strength comes not just from power, but from the will to endure and protect those she loves. Each day in captivity tested Emilia’s resolve, but she refused to succumb to despair. Instead, she quietly observed her surroundings, waiting for the right moment to turn the tide. Her faith in her friends and in herself never wavered, shining as a beacon in the darkest hours. Emilia’s kidnapping was not the end of her story—it was the beginning of a new struggle where hope, patience, and courage would guide her toward freedom.