#attempt escape

[a-muzzled-hound]

“What could go wrong?”

DAY 12 - WHUMPTOBER

Rusty nails, mayday may day! Cave in 

CONTENT!/TRIGGER WARNING!: Continued story from day 11, rusty nails, punishment, rope/tough rope, burning nails/burning metal, no comfort, rope restraints

Ashtyn would already be sat on one of the metal foldable chairs they would keep in the corner of the shed, his arms restrained strictly with rope on the arm sides, his ankles, quads, his torso would be tied up as well to the chair that'd sit in the middle of the shed, right in front of the counters

It'd take him a minute to wake up, and by then, everything was set up on the counter right behind him, 10 rusty nails, a pliers, and a singular lighter, and of course that's all they needed for what they planned on doing. 

His eyes would roll up feeling stinging pain in his knee, that’d still be wrapped up rather poorly in rags, as he’d realize rather quickly that he was tied up- and quite securely to the chair, limiting pretty much every movement he made, getting out of the daze of sweet unconsciousness, as he’d look up at, fixing his gaze to his surroundings, with his insides falling apart when he realized what was happening. 

“You’re finally awake, it took you long enough, but we did have plenty of time at least to get everything ready for sweet little, you.” Alyx would speak up amongst the other men, standing right infront of ashtyn,  take a long good, gander down at ashtyn. His words expressed sarcasm to the boy in his statements.  

Ashtyn would speak up shakily “It- hurted- I’m fucking sorry! I wa-was.. Going to return!” it just felt as if an noose was getting tied to his neck, and proceeded to get choked by the noose, with his voice squeaking abit, in an act to hold back any tears

“That is such utter bullshit.” Alyx spoke up with a darting glare, following that statement up “You know damn well, once your knee was feeling a-okay, you’d run to the gates and attempt your escape. PATHETIC!” 

Ashtyn would shake his head with a rather resilient look on his face, it truly was something to be entertained by. But- on ashtyns end, there wasn’t anything to say anymore. Alyx was right- He was going to attempt an escape once his knee felt somewhat better.

“That’s exactly what I thought.” Was uttered as the lighter and pliers were picked up by alyx, with him holding the pliers ends up to the flame of the lighter, flaming it up, so when it touched any bare skin or anything really- it’d burn right through. He’d just bow his head down in shame, balling up his fists tightly knowing this whole procedure all too well. 

—-

After a solid minute of ashtyn, bowing his head in shame with his fists twitching in fear, just doing his best to distract himself from what’s going on, what surrounds him, who’s around him. The pilers would finally be hot enough, with the jaws of the pliers having some steam coming off of them just from how hot the metal had gotten. 

“C’mon, open your palm.” Vincent spoke up, peering down at ashtyn next to alyx.

Ashtyn would hesitate abit with his fist just shaking more, til his hand would slowly squeeze itself open, still refusing to look his head looking to the side, with his eyes squinted shut, his hands shaking just wouldn't stop despite being open, with it flinching a few times. 

Til suddenly the burning hot jaws of the pliers would be twisted onto ashtyns ring finger, as tears flushed out of ashtyns eyes, erupting an blood curdling scream with all of the fight getting crashed into ashtyn all at once, the struggle started all over again 

“FUCK, FUCK!!- FA-FWUC!!! AGH!!!” Screaming continued blocking out any words he was trying to get out for this period of time, only making out blabberings, which soon turned into blabberes out please as his finger would get twisted by the burning hot jaws of the pliers, getting twisted quite slowly, til it took a whole other direction, getting QUICKLY twisted

CRRRKKKK—... 

SNAP! 

The bone in his ring finger was completely bent, with ashtyns releasing an pretty uncontrolled scream, jerking around quite a bit in the ropes, just trying again and again to pull his knees up, and his arms side ways, but, that didn't last for long, did it? 

Alyx would slam his own hand on top of ashtyns palm, removing the pliers from his ring finger as he does it, sending ashtyn into a flight response as his head shot back and looked at alyx then his palm through tears that would be racing out of his eyes at a rapid rate, shaking his head no

Alyx would just take a gander at ashtyn "No?" 

Ashtyn of course immediately nodded, again and again, nods, with his crying showing no sign of a pause, despite him sucking in some of the tears, for them to flush out moments later with his breaths. 

"Right, we'll move on then, twisting fingers never really were my favorite thing to do."

—

Ashtyn would chuckle lightly, releasing more sobs as his head fell down shortly after, his back hitching around, a bit, his hand going limp as alyx would go ahead and grabbed half of the rusty nails on the counter behind ashtyn, with Vincent grabbing the other half. 

Ashtyn's laughter would be hitched in between his crystal, as he'd look at the rusty nails with some old blood stained on them still, as he stared, his crying worsened. There was really no stopping Ashtyn's cries, other than.. More pain! 

Alyx would take his hand, spreading his palm out on the chairs arm rest, laying the nails out aside, taking one of the five he had. And propping it right on ashtyn's pinky fingers, knuckle. With ashtyn's hand making slight twitches in utter horror. Alyx picks up a perfectly sized hammer for bashing the nail right in his knuckles. 

And within a few seconds of anticipating for the big bang, it happened, the nail was BASHED, down by the hammer alyx wielded, with the nail going right through the knuckles bone marrow, striking his knuckles nerve, and to add insult to injury, the hammers face striked the knuckle right after the bashing

   The crying was endless on ashtyns ends, with his crys cracking infrequently, his throat feeling weak, it wouldn’t take long for Vincent would follow the same path with alyx lending him the hammer, violently bashing the nail down with the hammer's face, over and over again. 

Ashtyn's struggle didn't stop, it worsened, with his tugs against the rope becoming violent with every tug, worsening the blisters he gained from how tough the material the rope is, he'd keep on turning in the chair, looking honestly a bit wheezy from just looking at the graphic display that were his hands. 

Soon enough, the two men had already went through with every knuckle went through, and without realizing, ashtyn had collapsed to unconsciousness in the chair, with his salty tears drying on his face, same with the heavy snot that had came from his nose, through all of those hysterical sobs. 

But, There's always time for a good beating.

#whumptober #whumptoberday12 #what could go wrong #EVERYTHINGWENTWRONG #i have failed #woopsies #attempt escape #captured after escape #whump #tramua #whump writing #whumpblr #no comfort #rope restraints #chair restraints #i failed whumptober #yes #rusty nail #rusty nails

[corruptimles]

Gaster Escape Attempt #26: Letter to Santa

#undertale #utdr #deltarune #i guess #wd gaster #happy gasturday #gaster escape attempt #low quality memeing #i dont have a drawing tag

[aureachaos]

Scar's Great Escape Attempt:

Scar: Look at us go, chat, look at us go. I've never been back here. It's like a whole new world.

Joe Hills: Do you need a hand?

Scar, actively trying to escape: It's working, it's working on it

Joe: Okay, cuz it's not actually moving. The base isn't rotating or anything

Scar: Obstacle avoidance is off, Joe. You better watch out! It will run you over

Joe: Okay, well, you're like behind the computers now. You going 100% the wrong way.

Scar: Oh Joe, I go where I wanna go

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft s10 #hermitcraft season 10 #liveblogging #hermitcraft liveblogging #goodtimeswithscar #joe hills #scar's great escape attempt #hermitcraft charity livestream

[2smolbeans]

Yandere thought hear me out-

But imagine a support group for all the escaped darlings.

Like they all met each other through a private facebook group and every friday or so they meet up at a secret place, making sure to wear a mouth covering mask for privacy. Then, with all of them sitting in a circle, they would take turns venting and raving about the absloute madness they had to endure with their obessor. Like fucking:

Support group host darling: "Okay so, today I'm gonna get this out..Escaping them was fucking hard"

Darling 1: "Yeah no shit! I had to fake my own death in order for them to let me go!"

Darling 2: "I had to fight them one on one with nothing but a rock!"

Darling 3: "I had to sleep with them, and then drug them before running to the nearest police station! Like fuck do you know how humiliating that was?!"

Darling 4: "I had to threaten the death of our child to let me go...I held a knife against my daughter's throat a-and..They let me go..."

Everyone: ".............."

Support group host darling: "Jesus Christ Ron, do you need a hug?"

Darling 4: "......*sniffle*..Yes..."

_________________________

#yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere prompt #yandere oc #yandere headcanons #yandere ocs #yandere ceo #yandere oc x reader #yandere drabble #yandere scenarios #yandere best friend #yandere escape attempt #yandere male #yandere female #male yandere oc #female yandere oc #yandere female x reader

[bet-on-me-13]

Oliver Adopts Danny

(Note: I have no idea what exactly happened on the island and made up my own thing. Also I had no plan when making this and it shows)

...

So! When Oliver landed on that Deserted Island, he wasn't alone.

On the Island, there was a Little Kid.

He was about 7, and he was just as confused as to why he was there. Apparently he had been sleeping at home when all of a sudden he felt himself falling, and seconds later he hit the ground in the forest. He couldn't remember anything past that, or really anything before that as well. He had seemingly lost his memories.

So, Oliver was stuck helping a Random Kid while trying to survive on the island.

He did learn that the Kid was a Metahuman with the ability to make Unmelting Ice, but the kid seemed disappointed by his powers. It was like he expected them to be stronger than they were. When asked, he said that he didn't actually know why he felt that, like it was something else he had forgotten.

And that was how the situation stood for a few years. He and the Kid, who he eventually learned was named Danny, became closer. He took up a paternal role in the kids Life, trying to keep him safe from the dangers of the island.

Danny was also a huge help on the island, his Ice was useful during Hot Nights, and the fact that it was Durable and Didn't Melt made it a good material for their tools. He also knew a lot of random skills, like the basics of how to shoot a Bow and how to set up a Campfire.

By the time they had been there for 3 years, Oliver already saw Danny like a Son. He had decided long ago that when they finally left the island, he would adopt him.

Then, on the 4th Year, Oliver found something strange. There were tracks in the Dirt on the less explored side of the Island, Human Tracks.

Following them, he found the source, An Illegal Slave Trading Ring.

The Base seemed to be new, so they had probably set up shop a few weeks ago at most. He and Danny must have missed them because they didn't usually go to that side of the Island.

He returned to the Camp that night and contemplated what to do.

It took another few days for him to resolve himself to go and save those people.

It took another few weeks to prepare himself.

It took less than 30 minutes to get the Job Done.

By the end of that night, every Slaver on the island was Dead, and the slaves were set free. They still didn't have a way off the island, since a few of them had managed to sabotage the boat before they died, but Oliver and Danny were there to help them.

By the 5th Year, they basically had a Small Village set up back there their Camp used to be. It was a community of all of the people Oliver had managed to save that night, all working together to survive on that Mysterious Island.

Then one day, finally got some luck. A Fishing Boat had gotten lost on their usual Route, and had spotted the SOS Signal that they had set up on the Beach.

After that it didn't take long for everyone on the Island to be saved. Oliver asked the former slaves to keep his heroics a secret because he wanted to keep him and Danny safe from the press, and they all agreed.

So, Oliver went home and adopted Danny.

He also decided to become a Vigilante.

And then eventually he joined the Justice League.

And one day while showing his son around the newly build Watchtower he ran into Constantine, who then proceeded to ask "Why the hell do you have a mini-death god holding your hand?"

...

I have no idea what this was supposed to be. I wanted Oliver to adopt Danny, and I wanted it to be on the Island, but I had no idea how to do it.

My basic idea for it is that Danny accidently wished for a Good Dad one day and Desiree heard him. So she turned him into a Kid, sealed away most of his Powers, and sent him to the Island with no memories past age 7.

Maybe this was "Ghost King Danny"?

Idk, I like it more as "King Danny who rejects the Throne but is still basically the leader because he keeps helping people no matter what" but that's just me.

Thoughts?

#Dpxdc #Dp x dc #Dcxdp #Dc x dp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Oliver Queen #Green Arrow #Danny is adopted by Oliver Queen #Danny is on the Island #De-Aging #Deaging #Danny becomes a kid again #Danny doesn't know that he is a Death God but feels like he should be more powerful than he is #Desiree strikes again #I had another idea where Danny is hit by a Magic Spell that seals away his powers and memories #But he escapes and just so happens to land on the Island #And maybe it was Constantine who did it in a misguided attempt to stop the “tyrannical ghost king” #Just a thought

[jordanstrophe]

Whumper cracked open the cell as the light revealed their captive on their knees. Their hands were bound behind their back and a chain bolted to the wall wrapped around their arms and chest.

The chain was nearly off, not enough they could get free but enough they clearly struggled for a long time. 

"Almost got it off, huh?" Whumper smirked, standing over them as whumpee looked up with an exhausted expression.

"No worries. I'll tighten it for next time..."

#whump #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump scenarios #captive whump #kidnapped whumpee #restrained whump #cruel whumper #failed escape attempt #controlling whumper #whump angst #isolation whump

[luxaofhesperides]

Ghostlights cuddling for comfort, but also they're oblivious idiots who are pining over each other but thinks its unrequited

“Ugh,” Duke says, dropping down onto the bench besides Danny.

Danny nudges him with his shoulder. “Rough night?”

“Slept for like an hour,” Duke mutters, “This sucks. My head’s going to burst like balloon and my eyes are about to fall out.”

“Yikes. You know, you could have just canceled for today. I wouldn’t have minded.”

Duke sighs and presses the heel of his palms against his eyes. “Maybe, but I would have minded. We barely see each other anymore, man. I’ve missed you.”

“Oh.” Danny bites his lip, trying and failing to stop from smiling. Something soft in his chest glows at the words, a growing spark of happiness in knowing that for this, at least, the feeling is requited. It’s nice to hear that he was missed, and it would be even nicer if Duke wasn’t in pain, pushing himself just because he didn’t want to cancel. Carefully, Danny reaches for him and pulls his hands away from his face. “Here,” he says, “Let me.”

His hands are always cold. Most of him is cold, really — side effect of having an ice core. Sam told him once that his hands were better than an ice pack, and he’s hoping she’s right or this is going to be weird. 

Danny gently presses his fingers against Duke’s temples, his hands cradling Duke’s face. Duke is tense for a few seconds, then abruptly relaxes, leaning into Danny’s hands. 

“Is this helping?” he asks, voice hushed to keep from aggravating Duke’s migraine.

“Mhm. Yeah, it feels great. Thanks, Danny.”

Duke goes completely limp, leaning against Danny. They sit there for a minute in silence, the rest of the world feeling far away. As nice as it is to just exist together, he knows what Duke needs most right now is quiet and stillness. Gotham is very much not that, and every honking car that passes by makes Duke wince, trying to turn away from the road even more.

“Hey, let’s head back to my place. It’s close by, and a lot quieter than out here.”

“Are you sure? I know we planned to go to the arcade today…”

“The arcade can wait. You’re more important.”

Duke blinks open his eyes and looks at Danny with something soft in his gaze. Being so close together, barely any space between them, with Duke looking at him like that makes Danny’s cheeks flush red, unable to think anything but please kiss me.

Which is never going to happen. Duke is his friend, and just his friend, no matter how much Danny wishes they could be something more. It’s a pipe dream, something so impossible it’s almost laughable. 

Duke likes being friends with normal human Danny. He doesn’t want to imagine how he would react if he found out about Danny being half ghost, assuming this imaginary reveal happens without Danny being hunted down and cut open by GIW agents. 

He’s still in hiding, always waiting for the worst as he stays in the apartment his friends (living and dead) had set up for him. The building is for ghosts so it technically doesn’t exists, which means it’s the safest place for Danny while he’s actively being hunted by the US government. 

He can’t be honest with Duke. Can’t be as close to him as he wants to be. Duke deserves more than to be dragged into Danny’s problems and put in danger.

Even so, Danny can’t help but want him around, pushing his luck each time they hang out.

“Come on,” Danny urges, standing up. He pulls his hands away and Duke’s brow immediately furrows, his pain returning. “It’s only a few streets away.”

Duke sighs, then visibly braces himself before he stands up. Danny tucks himself into Duke’s side, taking as much of his weight as he can as he walks them down the street. It’s times like these that he wishes he could reveal his powers safely and just fly them to his apartment. But even without the GIW gunning for his head, showing off powers in Gotham is a sure fire way to get a target painted on his back.

“Almost there,” he says as they turn a corner. 

His apartment doesn’t have a fixed address. It doesn’t have a fixed location at all, drifting around, but it likes this street the most, so this is where it usually is. Danny takes them halfway down the street, then turns into an alley, following his ghost sense. 

Where there’s usually a dead end is instead a building, looking as if it’s always been tucked away in this alley. Danny keeps a tight grip on Duke as they climb the front steps, silently asking for the building to let him stay while he’s with Danny. The door opens easily, which is as good as an agreement, and they’re inside without anything going wrong. The small entrance lobby is empty, with an area for packages filled with clearly magical artifacts carelessly wrapped in bubble wrap. 

Danny drags them past that quickly, hoping Duke doesn’t notice, and calls the elevator down. It arrives silently, the doors opening to let another tenant out. Carefully, Danny positions himself in front of Duke, making sure he doesn’t see how the tenant, who nods at Danny, has a still bleeding wound in his stomach that has him nearly split in half. 

“Alright,” he says, ushering Duke into the elevator, “Just a little ride up and then you can lay down.” He hits the button for the fourth floor and they ride up in silence, Duke dropping his head down to onto Danny’s shoulder again, wrapping his arms around his waist as he stands behind Danny. He’s glad Duke can’t see his face; there’s no doubt that he’s blushing like crazy and if that doesn’t give away his feelings, he doesn’t know what will.

Thankfully the elevator ride isn’t long. If Danny had to go for more than a minute with Duke breathing softly against his neck, his warm hands on his stomach, Danny would have collapsed into a pile of flustered goo.

He opens the door to his apartment and kicks his shoes off. Duke follows in suit, still plastered onto Danny’s back, refusing to let go. 

“Come on,” Danny says, leading him to the couch, “Sit down and I’ll grad you some water and painkillers.”

Duke nods against his shoulder, then slowly detaches himself from Danny and makes his way to the couch. He drops onto it gracelessly, pressing his face into a cushion. 

Danny winces. He must be feeling really bad. He knows how bad migraines can be with sleep deprivation, having suffered through high school with only a few hours of sleep at night, if he got to sleep at all. Frankly, it’s a testament to Duke’s strength that he lasted the entire walk to Danny’s apartment without complaint. 

He returns to the living room with a full glass of water and a bottle of Advil, setting them on the coffee table to crouch next to the couch and place a cold hand on Duke’s cheek. “Hey,” he says softly when Duke turns to look at him, “Is Advil alright? It’s all I had.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Thanks, Danny.”

Duke sits up and shakes out three pills, then washes them down with water. He drains the rest of the cup quickly, then falls back against the couch with his eyes squeezed shut.

“Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?”

Duke immediately reaches a hand out for him.

“Um?”

“Sit next to me. I feel better when I’m next to you.”

“Oh! Alright. Bet you’re only saying that because my hands are cold.”

“You caught me,” Duke laughs, pulling Danny onto the couch. He goes easily, tucking his legs beneath himself, and places his hands on Duke’s temples again. “Man, I owe you my life.”

“I don’t think my cold hands are worth quite that much.”

Duke hums, but doesn’t say anything else, so Danny settles in and focuses on keeping his hands a little colder than normal. 

The apartment is quiet. No sound from outside can reach them, one of the few ways the building looks after its tenants. Danny and Duke fall against each other, at ease with each other. There’s no need to fill in the silence, and with Duke’s eyes closed, Danny doesn’t have to carefully shove down his feelings and act normal. He indulges in the warmth of Duke’s body pressed against his, a hand on his knee and an arm around his waist. 

He keeps his hands as steady as possible as he looks over Duke, adoring all the little details he can see; a small scar on his chin, the fullness of his lips, the way his hair falls into his face now that it’s long enough to keep in braids.

“I can practically hear you thinking,” Duke murmurs, “What’s on your mind?”

You’re cute, he thinks, I feel safe with you. I want to kiss you. I wish I could be brave enough to be honest.

I wish I was brave. I wish I was brave. I wish I was brave.

“Nothing,” he says. “Feeling better?”

“Yeah. I might fall asleep though.”

“That’s fine. You know I would never say no to a nap.”

“Come here, then,” Duke says, and before Danny can do anything, Duke gets a stronger grip on his waist and pulls Danny down on top of him as he falls back towards the arm rest and gets his legs on the couch.

“Duke!”

Duke laughs underneath him, and Danny can feel it roll through him. Okay! This is definitely something he’s going to think about… forever. Wow, he can feel Duke’s abs tense up as he laughs, and has he always been ripped? Unfair. Also unfairly hot. 

“Is this alright?” Duke asks, voice soft and quiet. There’s a hesitancy around his words that Danny doesn’t like hearing, and he brings his hands down to sweep his thumbs soothingly over Duke’s cheeks.

“Of course it is, man. I’d never refuse cuddles.”

“Okay. I’m gonna pass out now. Wake me in an hour?”

Danny moves his hands back up to his temples and says, “Sure. Get some rest, Duke. You really need it.”

He feels Duke relax beneath him, breaths slowing down as he begins to fall asleep. It’s peaceful and quiet and Duke is warm in a way Danny never can be with his ice core. He doesn’t mean to fall asleep, but curled up on the couch with Duke in the safety of an apartment that only barely exists has him drifting off in no time at all.

. . .

(Duke wakes up before Danny. Their legs are tangled together and Duke has moved during his sleep, turning so Danny is held tightly to his chest, his back to the cushions, while Duke is balancing very carefully at the edge of the couch. 

It’s been hours, and he should be heading home soon, but he stays as he is, enjoying this quiet moment for as long as he can have it. Danny is in his arms, safe and content with him, his head no longer hurts beyond a residual ache he can easily ignore, and he can admire how pretty Danny is without being worried about Danny catching his lingering stares. 

These moments are precious to him, rare as they are, and he wants nothing more than to kiss Danny once he’s awake and let his feelings be known.

But the Signal has lots of dangerous people after him, and Gnomon has started causing problems in Gotham again. So he’ll bite his tongue and keep his less platonic feelings buried under lock and key until it’s safe enough for Danny to be around him more often.

And when that time comes, he can only hope that Danny will feel the same way.

That’s all far away from the stillness of Danny’s apartment. All that matters is that he has Danny in his arms. Everything else can wait. 

For now, this is more than enough.)

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #dpxdc fanfic #prompt fill #my writing #once again unable to resist the urge to write abt living buildings #duke and danny are pining no stop bc they're both like 'this is a bad time for a relationship/i have to keep too many secrets' etc etc #while also cuddling and going on dates that they dont call dates out loud and sighing wistfully when they think of each other #taking what small things they can while trying to hide their feelings.... #some other batfam member is going to stumble upon them in public and chat a bit w dukes friend #then walk away texting the group chat like 'hey duke and his friend are madly in love but too shy/stupid to do something abt it. #lets play cupid lol' and then theyre all trying to get duke and danny together #it gets to the point that every time they hang out it ends with them doing some nonsense to escape the batfam and their kind but unhinged #attempts to get them together #thanks for the prompt!!!

[whumblr]

Find them!

Good whump words in all variants. So have some prompts you can hear :) from calm and collected to most desperate.

- Whumpee hiding in a darkened room. They hear the door open, hear multiple sets of footsteps enter, getting closer, walking past. Then a calm "Find them".

- Whumper bending over, picking up the remnants of cut rope. He straightens back up, looks around. A click of the tongue. This is an inconvenience.

- A blood trail leading to the woods (Whumper: calm, with a smile. Caretaker: a little less calm)

- The captives have escaped, but the building is sealed anyway.

- The (snow) storm is getting more extreme and Whumpee hasn’t come back yet. "We have to find them!"

- Whumper has been signalled nearby and Whumpee (oblivious) is out.

- Caretaker realising in the midst of chaos that Whumpee isn't among them anymore.

- Whumper who has just been shot (bonus if sniper) or punched to the ground screaming in rage, "Find them!"

- Caretaker crying, pleading with the rescue team.

- Whumper slamming the door to their office open. Surprise :) the precious thingamajig / important documents / hostages are missing.

- Whumper finding the cell empty. And the bigger badder Whumper is waiting for them.

#whump #whump prompt #whump tropes #escape attempt #angry whumper #whump dialogue #whumplr #captivity #failed escape #recapture #protective caretaker #my prompts #my whump tropes #my writing

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

snupdate:

PEPPERCORN'S FUCKING ESCAPED AN ENCLOSURE WITH A*SLIDE* LID

i have no IDEA how he's done it but he's definitely not in there I'm going into parental panic mode i will update yall

#peppercorn beloved #i asked my reptile discord and they're helping me out about this #also apparently every snake ever will make escape attempts so i guess i jhust gotta get used to this

[symphonyincoordination]

Things I love about Big Mac:

-Klinger’s refusal to yield at the prospect of a MacArthur visit

-Trapper and Hawkeye respecting his efforts

#mash #mash 4077 #max klinger #hawkeye pierce #trapper mcintyre #he’s a force of nature I love him #his reaction is the only appropriate one and I love that the episode knows that #later on you get this subtle but insidious tone shift #where his escape attempts sometimes feel set up as something we’re supposed to root against #the young and the restless for example #but this? 💖

[metukika]

premob

#au where dimple meets teru right after he escapes an attempted claw kidnapping and teru keeps him around #dimple is like do u want to become god and teru is like ok #cons of keeping dimple (10000 word essay) pros: not more lonely anymore #what if dimple was like a shitty mentor to him what if #what if teru kept him around and then mob would exorcise him thinking hes forcing teru into possession #(but ends up not killing him fully ofc) and teru is like :0 #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 dimple #ekubo #teruki hanazawa #metukikart

[a-muzzled-hound]

“911, WHAT’S YOUR EMERGENCY?”

DAY 11 - WHUMPTOBER

Sloppy bandages, self done bandages, makeshift splint

TRIGGER WARNING/CONTENT!: Reopened wound, knee injury/worsening injury, concrete burns, attempted escape, slight/light pet whump, training, selfdone bandages/diy bandages, bad storyline (ish- this continues sort of.)

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"he'd fall right down on the payment, his scar that was on his knee from just last week, after well, you know~ concrete burns, the scar opened right up,  delightful!

Let out an blood cuddling scream then sob, instantly reaching for his knee only for alyx to kneel down, and pull Ashtyn's arms behind his own back, twisting them together

Ashtyn really couldn't help but jerk forward with loud crying coming from him with screams poking in between some of the crys, with him blabbering on about freeing him, and how it hurted, so, fucking, bad. 

  So in between one of the men just yelling at ashtyn for slackness, he'd scramble himself up, holding his knee for a moment. 

"DOWN." 

Ashtyns knee would wince every time he'd attempt to set it down, balancing against one of the mens chest, taking him 10 trys to finally set the knee down with his face red, and all snotty. 

After 25 seconds, of drilled in instructions of what to do from the man that was right behind ashtyn, he'd get pushed slightly with an ton of blood from the injury flowing down his shin, crying even more as he'd just cover his eyes shaking his head

     "Cmon, get on with it."

Ashtyn would wince as he'd look at the knee, having a hard time moving it, he needed.. Aid! Right now! So he'd look around, with the men's gaze locked on ashtyn, with ashtyn looking ahead, with him turning and dashing off to God knows where.. 

Heavy heart poundings were pounding out of ashtyn's chest as he’d hold his knee, tears trickling out of his eyes once he got a fresh breath of air, and they did not stop then, they kept on flowing out. With hysterical sobs getting choked out of him. 

'C-Cm'-mon..!!" A pitiful panicked voice came out from him, as he'd hold his knee up to his chest facing to the shed right behind him, with burning hot tears drizzling down his chin, onto his chest, looking back at the knee injury, the blood ran all down his leg onto his shoes, holding his knee tightly to his chest

Bandages! He needed bandages.. Blood was flowing at such a rapid rate from his knee, it was an gift he had the opportunity to run away from them. 

He’d just wait a few moments holding his knee directly to his chest letting out all of his heavy breathing out, with some of his breathing stammering over other breathes he’d release to cool his adrenaline rush 

Distant callings would get yelled out “ASHTYNN! GET OUT, AL-FUCKING-READY!” 

Ashtyn would just rock himself back and forth, biting down on his lip, with the yellings becoming more distant with them heading the opposite opposing side of the estate, with him beginning to lower his knee from his chest, resting his head into his blood soaked knee, with it stinging an tremendous lot, and his tears sliding down his knee did not help with the stinging.

Once it had progressed in ashtyns mind the men had moved more away, in search for him he’d crawl over to the shed, pushing it open with the lock breaking quite a while ago.. Thank god, he’d hurry himself inside shutting the door behind him.

To say the least, ashtyn moved way too fast for his own good, with his head spinning once the door closed behind him, resting up against the door.

After about two minutes of catching himself and breathing his head slowly lifted itself up, revealing a red, tear filled face, with exhaustion expressed all over it, his eyes feeling heavy, as his eyes went right to left, immediately frightened with what he saw.. With his eyes heaviness immediately taking a 360 turn, feeling light as a feather now.

Normally, sheds have gardening tools, housework tools, maybe some storage even? But this one.. No, not at all. There would be torture devices all across it, with some workshop counters at one of the corners, and that wasn’t all, the more his eyes skimmed the room, rope, knives, saws, tool boxes, all that kind of stuff, with even some blood that must be extremely dried up from how well it blended with the floor. 

He froze there with his eyes tearing up as he’d look behind himself anxiously feeling as if someone was watching him. Quickly wiping his eyes with his forearm as he felt the tears watering up in his eyes with his facial expression doing its best to look fierce.. He needed- AID. FIRST, AID.”  his breathing was rapid, and he didn’t even realize as he’d crawl with his knee up to his side to prevent any further damage from crawling on pretty much all fours. As he’d go to the counters, opening one out of the six drawers on the cabinets, being exposed to the smell of rotten flesh.. That they were just– keeping there!! He nearly gagged as he smelt it, it definitely was.. Rotten

 He’d just close that drawer, opening the next 3, getting greeted with surgical tools, or some jars of dead parts, he.. Didn’t enjoy this little surprise, til he’d hurriedly rush for anything, grabbing some small remainders of rope he saw by some of the jars with tears stinging his eyes just from how hot they were, happening all from the overbearing worry of, was an part of him going to be in one of these drawers?! What would happen!?

All of thoses thoughts overwhelmed him as he’d keep hurrying to find some first aid kit! All he could find would be dried out, used, rags, that was honestly the best he could find, thin ropes and a stack of dried out cloths

He'd just grab an handful of the rags, placing them right on his knee, grunting in pain from the dried out texture, and the fact he was putting something that wasn't his hand, over the gory wound, slowly beginning to place the rags all over his knee tying it gently with only one knot around his knee cap to secure the 'Bandages', he'd of course be panting, hating the feeling of touching gory stuff himself 

Of course finally when he got the 'bandages' wrapped up on his knee, he'd fall to his sides, holding onto his knee as he'd pant, somewhat rocking his knee, as if it was his baby, sniffling as he'd lay there 

Soon enough, he fell asleep with out even knowing, he was safe! Just for a few minutes. Before the men came banging on the shed, ashtyn still laying there unconscious. 

"Stupid, fucking mutt."

#whumptober 2022 #day 11 #911 whats your emergency #reopened wound #knee injury #leg whump #knee whump #whumpee #whumptober2022 #tramua #whump writing #no comfort #attempt escape #sloppy bandages #self made bandages #concrete burns #worsening injury #help

[corruptimles]

Gaster Escape Attempt #25: The Perfume Department

#happy gasturday #gaster escape attempt #art #i dont have a drawing tag #low quality memeing #wd gaster #gaster #undertale #deltarune #i guess

[just-whump-and-suffering]

My Home Hero Ep 09

#my home hero #asian whump #whump #jdrama whump #jdrama #japanese drama #tied up #whump gagged #fighting back #attempted escape #tw blood #whump beaten up #takahashi kyohei #naniwa danshi #wound reopened

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Riot Kings, page 163

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#riotkings #wesgoesbrr #whump comic #stress position #sensory deprivation #escape attempt #comic #i agonized over the pacing here 😭 #i don't think next week's has words either so round two! #163 #also when mel said hours he meant HOURS wes has been putting in WORK to get those unlocked

[whumpasaurus101]

"If I knew better," Whumper cooed, leaning in close until their lips brushed against Whumpee's ear, "I would be thinking my little birdie is trying to run away..."

Whumpee froze, their breath catching in their throat as their hand instinctively tightened against the doorknob, "I- I swear I ca-can explain..."

The flick of a switchblade made Whumpee flinch, followed by a whimper, "Ple- please, I se-swear I'll be good-"

The tip of the blade was pressed against the small of Whumpee's back as Whumper leaned in, voice a low whisper, "Oh darlin', I think it's a bit too late for that, don't you?"

Whumpee closed their eyes, mouth opening but only a whisper escaped. Tears began to stream down their face and their body shook, "'m s-sorry..."

#whump #whump drabble #whumpee #whumper #whump community #whumpblr #whump writing #yandere whump #ig? #failed escape attempt #intimate whumper #escape attempt #lee wrote something :o