#cw starvation

[princemonarchempress]

Had a very vague half-baked Hadestown au on the back of my brain a while back

It didn't go much beyond an excuse to draw siffrins of various siffrinage as the fates... yes i know the change god doesn't technically count as a Siffrin but i was running out

but some unfinished comics below the cut

#isat spoilers #isat siffrin #isat loop #in stars and time #isat mal du pays #isat change god #isat isabeau #isat act 6 spoilers #isat act 6 secret encounter spoilers #isafrin #you have no idea the struggle of trying to decide if it should be Mira or Isa as Orpheus #but in the end I couldn't imagine Loop being mean to Mira in the way they could be to Isa #but in my heart she walks into hell to save Siffrin and Loop actually believes she could do it #cw starvation #cw food issues #I think? it's implied? #I'd rather be safe then sorry

[clowncarfullofrats]

I was playing wobbledogs and these two wobblepups were starving but they refused to let go of each other to eat and im just like okay very toxic yaoi symbolism or something but DUDE JUST EAT-

#my posts #cw food #cw starvation #ig #wobbledogs #toxic yaoi

[redd956]

Vampire whumpee escapes but they still have the manmade device to prevent them from biting stuck to their face. It's painful, uncomfortable, and prevents them from feeding. They can't speak with it on even, or really move their mouth in general. The device is only fitted for blood bags to be slipped in afterall.

Taking it off without the proper tools and know-how is drastic. It could really hurt whumpee, or leave permanent damage behind, like accidental defanging. Whumpee doesn't want that so they're adamant on not letting anyone come close to their face.

But they can't just leave it on. Whumpee will starve, and frenzies will only do more harm than good since they can't sink their teeth into anything. Maybe by the time someone gets it off whumpee won't be thinking right, or haven fallen into lethargy before a second death.

#vampire whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #cw violence #cw starvation #cw mouth whump #cw death #whump #vampire whump #whump vampire #starvation whump #dehumanization whump #whump drabble

[paintingpuff]

Old card deck idea I had where every suit was a "failed" kingdom in some regard (corrupt, dying, etc) with the spades suit being one of revolution

#artists on tumblr #card deck #card design #cw starvation #cw death #cw scopophobia #cw hanging #brazilian artist #br art

[writingphoenix]

WoW Birthday Whump Day 2

This is Day 2 of @whumperofworlds's prompt event. If you want to read Day 1, you can find that here.

Prompt: Starvation / Thirst / "Please..."

Nathan woke up to the cold stone of the basement floor, just like he had the day before. Or at least, what he thought was a day. There weren’t any windows in the room he was in, a room no bigger than a closet and bare of anything save a bucket. It was lit by a dim, flickering light that never went dark.

He hadn’t eaten or even had anything to drink since before he had been kidnapped. He had woken up when the men were taking him out of the car and had been led down the stairs and into his prison. They had removed his blindfold and the gag and replaced the ropes around his wrist with handcuffs chained to the floor. Then they closed the door and locked it. He hadn’t seen anyone since.

The gnawing at his stomach was easy enough to ignore. It’s not like this was the first time he’d gone a few days without eating. The thirst, though, was nearly unbearable. His lips were already cracking and his head throbbed. He didn’t feel like moving anymore.

The day passed slowly, hours crawling by as Nathan lay unmoving on the floor. He didn’t want to waste what little energy he had. The door creaked open.

Nathan flinched and forced himself up into a crouch. There was a man in the doorway, leaning on the frame. It was dark beyond it and Nathan couldn’t make anything out. Instead, he focused his attention on the man.

He was tall, over six feet at least, and stocky. Nathan was only 5’7” and skinny from a lifetime of barely enough to eat. His eyes were cold and the gun on his hip made Nathan’s blood run cold. But the man was holding something else, a bottle of water. And Nathan was getting desperate.

“Please..." Nathan croaked out. He was startled at how raspy he sounded. “Please, water.”

The man looked at the bottle in his hands, then back at Nathan. He cracked open the bottle and Nathan watched in dismay as he drained it, turned, and left, closing the door behind him. Nathan was left alone to his hunger and thirst again.

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#cw starvation #cw dehydration #cw kidnapping #cw captivity #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump series #starvation #dehydration #“please...” #wow birthday whump day 2 #wow birthday whump

[wr-n]

Every time I think of HorrorDust ship kids I think of Little Nightmares.

Just the fact that no matter how much you feed the child, it'll just make them hungrier and more aggressive. At some point their parents have to keep them from eating because they know it'll only make it worse but someone (maybe the Stars or another family member) takes them away after succumbing to their begging from behind the locked door.

They feed the child, but they become more and more dangerous.

Maybe the child grows up to become a serial killer, cannibalizing other monsters and feeding on their flesh, but its NEVER ENOUGH.

Their magic aches, and aches, and ACHES like its starved.

#wraith notes #dusthorror #horrordust #dust #horror #tw starvation #cw starvation #starvation

[freetobeeyouandme]

I'm Starvin', Darlin'

Tags: Rated T, No Archive Warnings Apply, Will Byers/Mike Wheeler, Bylerween 2023, Slight Angst, Starvation, Brief Mentions of Cannibalism and Dying, Prompt: Trapped in the Upside Down

Words: 2.8k

Summary:

In the end all he can say is: “I have a bad idea.” “Worse than standing too close to a gate and getting dragged into the Upside Down as it closes?” “Depends.” He scoots closer. Lets go of Will’s hand to properly cup his face. He’s so close that he can smell Will’s breath: Acidic and dry. Kinda bad. “On what?” Will says, breathless. - Or, Bylerween Day 1: Trapped in the Upside Down

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A/N: Happy Bylerween one and all! I normally have a hard time coming up with shorter stories, so it's been fun trying to figure out what to write for each day, especially since I wanted to do every day and not just the ones I immediately had inspiration for. The solution was picking a common theme across the board, which ended up being kissing - something else I could use the practice with and something that was very fun to combine with the sometimes more horror themed prompts I picked. For today we got "Trapped in the Upside Down", so enjoy! CW (not sure if necessary): Starvation,brief mentions of cannibalism and dying

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It’s strange, Mike thinks, how quickly the temperature has stopped bothering him. It feels like perpetual winter here, except that it’s no winter wonderland. Wish that it were – the magic of that would have quickly faded, too, but at least for a while they could have pretended. Instead they had gotten dim light with spores flitting through the air like tiny evil dust motes and vines crawling along the floor like snakes, ready to constrict and suffocate whatever enemies their master had.

And they had gotten the cold.

It’s the sharp, freezing chill of a calm winters day, with no harsh winds biting at your clothes or heavy snowfall obscuring what little remains of the sun when the days are short. It’s a cold that doesn’t even register at first until you’re already freezing, frog in a boiling pot except Mike would do anything right now to be that frog. Because down here the sun has never once risen to warm a single inch of this lifeless, barren land.

They had done their best to combat the cold, but by now it has seeped under the blankets and their shirts as well, settling wetly into every inch of them, toes to fingertips. But Mike has gotten used to that, since. Exist in one state for too long and you got used to a lot of things.

He’s used to the hunger, too. His stomach had given up a few days ago now, and the dizziness that came with the hollow in his stomach had turned into simple, perpetual exhaustion. It’s a softer feeling, less painful. His body simply does not have enough energy to keep warm and also stay awake.

They’d counted days, at first, but once they’d begun drifting off, they had begun blurring into one another. He remembers the first day, the trek through the dead landscape until they found the dark mirror of Hop’s cabin. They had contacted the other side, carefully spelling out messages in morse code and then using El as a radio to let their families know where they were. That they were as safe as they could be in this place. That they would be waiting right here.

He’s not sure how long it’s been since then. He’d been freezing already by the time they tried to fix Hop’s old bed and collected whatever half decent blankets they could find to create some semblance of comfort. And since then they haven’t really moved. There’s no food to forage, no water to find. Spending their energy on a trek into town to find more fabric isn’t worth the energy they’d lose.

So they’ve just been laying here. Trying to conserve heat and energy (which really are the same things, Mike’s inner Mr. Clarke points out unhelpfully). Trying not to think about how they might die here. Just like this.

A few years back one of his grandmother’s neighbors had died at home while Mike and Nancy were visiting her. Nanna had said he’d gotten lucky, that to die in your sleep was really the best way to go. You just fell asleep and that was it. No pain. You didn’t even notice. She’d said that was how she wanted to go, and back then that had seemed like a sensible thing to Mike.

Now it’s the scariest thing he can think of. To simply drift off and never wake in this cold hell? To leave Will to fend for himself? To die not knowing if Will, at least, will make it out?

Worse, to wake up and find Will even colder next to him, no heartbeat, no breath?

Mike reaches out, tapping his finger lightly against Will’s elbow. He’s laying curled around himself, his back ever so slightly to Mike, but Mike’s insistent tapping brings him back around. He uses the opening to slip his hand into Will’s. This time Will doesn’t pull back.

Mike had tried earlier, thinking that the closer a space they could create under the blankets, the easier it would be for their bodies to recycle the heat. But Will had scooted away at the lightest touch, and Mike hadn’t given chase because the bed was only so big.

Now Will lets him slide his fingers between his. Lets him scoot closer.

Not that it’s going to help with the warmth at all.

“If you wake up and I’m dead you have my permission to eat me,” Mike says with no preamble. There is no way to lead into this conversation.

Will stares at their intertwined hands, frowning. Then he says: “If anything you should be eating me. It’s my fault we’re in this situation in the first place.”

And there it is. Mike had been waiting for Will to say that – knew Will was bound to take the blame. It doesn’t mean Mike is ready to agree with him. They both could be stubborn like that.

“Will-”

“No. If it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t be here. I was trying to hold onto something and then you fell in with me, and I’m sorry.”

Mike shakes his head. “You weren’t the only one trying to stop you from falling in. I could have let go before I fell and I didn’t. Because this way at least you’re not alone.”

Will turns away, staring up at the dirty, overgrown ceiling above them. He says nothing. And Mike can’t read his face. Can’t figure out why his eyes shine with tears.

“Or did you want to be over here alone again?”

Will’s lack of a response should be answer enough. It’s not like Mike can’t guess what he’s thinking in that regard. But as Will continues to be quiet, looking pointedly away from Mike with tears in his eyes, he can’t bear letting him be quiet.

He pokes Will in the side with his free hand. “Did you? All alone while monsters prowl and-”

Will meets his eyes again, expression dead serious. His voice is shaking when he replies: “No.”

“Sorry,” Mike says.

Will shakes his head.

Mike squeezes his hand. He has the weird urge to reach out and brush the tears away from Will’s face, except no tears have even fallen yet. And he doesn’t think putting his thumb to Will’s quivering lips is going to help either.

“They’ll find us,” he tries to reassure Will and himself. “They’re working on a way to get another gate open and then we can leave. No one’s going to eat anyone.”

“What’s the first thing you’ll do when we’re right side up again?” Will asks, indulging Mike’s overly optimistic speculation about their future.

Mike has to think about that for a second. He had been busier conjuring visions of death than of survival. “Drink something? I think we still had like half a bottle of iced tea in the fridge when I left, so I’ll drink all of that. I’ll take a warm one too, I don’t care.”

“Yeah. Or some coke. Even a nice shaken up soda.”

Mike hums in agreement. “And then I’d pop some pop tarts into the toaster while I drink. I could eat a whole carton.”

“And some chocolate.”

“Yeah, some chocolate. Some eggos. Fuck, I’d eat broccoli right now if that just meant I had something to eat.”

Will giggles.

“What?”

“I like broccoli.”

Mike puts his hand against Will’s cheek but doesn’t actually push him away, not even playfully. “You’re weird. Like so weird. You know that, right?”

Will smiles tightly but says nothing. Mike shakes his head, shuddering as his dead mouth remembers the taste of broccoli. Maybe he’ll take that back. It’d be the ultimate test of how hungry he really is if the choice was between broccoli and starvation.

Finally, Will says: “You’d just throw it all up again.”

“Did you?”

Will shakes his head. “They wouldn’t let me eat enough to throw it back up. But- I didn’t even want to eat that much. You stop being hungry after a while, even when there’s food again.”

Mike doesn’t know what to say. He wants to wrap his arms – wrap his whole body – around Will. Both to comfort him and to reassure himself that Will’s still there and breathing.

“Well, we’ll throw ourselves a feast and we’ll eat until we’re sick. They can’t stop both of us.”

Will laughs. He twists to the side, curling up towards Mike, and Mike feels thrilled by that simple movement. He can feel Will’s body shake across the mattress. Mike grins at him.

When he’s calmed down again, Will places his hand over where theirs rest intertwined on the mattress. “I’m glad you’re here with me.”

Mike gives him a smile. “Always.”

Will shakes his head. “That’s not- that’s bad self preservation.”

Mike shrugs.

“Mike-”

“I don’t care if we’re still fighting the Upside Down by the time we’re fifty, okay? We know about the dangers now so I’m not ever letting you deal with it on your own again. It’s really simple.”

Will smiles sadly, the tears back in his eyes. “You’ll have a wife and a family by the time you’re fifty. I don’t think they’ll like you running off to fight the Upside Down every time the Mindflayer rears its head.”

Mike is about to retort that he’d not leave Hawkins if he didn’t know the town would be safe, and so his future wife better know all about the Upside Down and fight it beside him, when Will’s phrasing gives him pause. He turns it over in his head for a quiet second, then says: “And you won’t?”

Will looks away but doesn’t turn. Yet.

When he doesn’t say anything, Mike says: “I know it looks like we’ve all figured it out already because we’ve had girlfriends, but it’s okay to be late to that.”

“Mike.”

“And I mean I think out of all of us girls like you the most. I mean Amanda Miller asked you to dance at the snowball. And Jennifer Hayes cried at your funeral. I’ve only ever been with El and we all know how that ended, don’t we?”

“Mike!”

“I’m just saying! Just because you haven’t figured out all your shit in High School doesn’t mean you’ll be single forever. Dating in college is gonna be much better anyway. Like, seriously, screw High School.”

Will squeezes his eyes shut, as if unhappy with the reassurance Mike was trying to give him. And Mike’s not sure why. Because that is the issue, right?

Will sighs as if he doesn’t want to say what he’s about to say next. “I have my shit figured out, it’s just that-” He breaks off, looking away as he can’t bring himself to finish the sentence.

“It’s just what?” Mike asks.

Will looks at him and then looks away again just as quickly. As if ashamed. And suddenly Mike understands. Will isn’t going to have a wife – or even just a girlfriend – because he doesn’t want one. Because what he wants-

“Oh.”

Will grimaces. “Yeah. Oh.”

“Hey,” Mike starts and then doesn’t know how to continue. What is he supposed to say to that? How is he supposed to make Will feel better? When he’s never even given much thought to it? Of course he knows that this is what the bullies said about Will, but to find out it’s true – it’s not a problem for him. He knows it can’t be, because it’s Will. And he could never have a problem with Will.

But there’s a queasy feeling in his stomach and Will looks close to tears again and they’re trapped here in the Upside Down together so he can’t even pretend to go to the bathroom to figure this out in private and instead has to readjust his worldview while Will watches on with those really, really sad Will Byers puppy-dog eyes and if Mike does anything wrong Will is going to be hurt even though he doesn’t want to hurt him because it’s Will and of course it’s alright with Mike that he’s-

“Mike?”

He closes his eyes. Exhales.

It’s alright with him. Does anything else matter right now?

He tries to give Will a smile. “It’s okay. You’re alright.”

“Yeah,” Will replies, not sounding like he believes it. “I’m alright.”

Mike scoots closer, squeezing Will’s hand. With his free one he brushes through Will’s hair. He’s not entirely sure why. It’s not a comfort they are used to giving each other, but it feels right.

“You are alright. It doesn’t matter to me. And it’s not going to matter to Lucas or Dustin or Max and El. Or your mom or Jonathan. Or anyone who’s important. And everyone else can go stick their opinion elsewhere.”

This time Will’s smile – his little laugh – is more genuine.

Mike lets his hand slip off Will a little. Pulls back until his palm is resting against Will’s cheek, cold and clammy. It’s there he freezes when the thought comes: How does Will know he wants to be kissing boys instead? Would it feel good? To kiss a boy?

To kiss Will?

“Mike?” Will sounds a little breathless, and for a second Mike worries he gave voice to those thoughts. But Will doesn’t look like he knows what Mike was thinking. Rather-

His pupils are blown wide. His mouth is open, his breath grazes Mike hotly.

Does Will want to kiss him?

For a second he can’t think or act as the possibility plays out in his mind. If the tension in his stomach is any indication he definitely wants to be kissing Will.

In the end all he can say is: “I have a bad idea.”

“Worse than standing too close to a gate and getting dragged into the Upside Down as it closes?”

Oh, he really wants to be kissing Will.

“Depends.” He scoots closer. Lets go of Will’s hand to properly cup his face. He’s so close that he can smell Will’s breath: Acidic and dry. Kinda bad.

He still wants to taste him, though.

“On what?” Will says, breathless.

Mike doesn’t say anything. Just meets his eyes.

Will swallows. Mike can feel him swallow, can feel the movement in his jaw. His eyes drop down to Will’s lips involuntarily.

Mike says nothing. Neither does Will. Somehow they take the last step together, though.

Will’s lips are dry against his. Not hard and unyielding, still soft, but there’s something of sandpaper in it. Cold sandpaper. And it doesn’t get much better when their mouths open. The bad breath translates to bad taste. There’s something sharp and metallic in there, and for a second Mike worries he’s split the tender, dry skin on Will’s lips by pressing in too hard. He pulls back to make sure there’s no blood, but Will’s lips are a pale, blueish purple, not red.

The kiss leaves a bitter aftertaste in his mouth, but he can’t bring himself to care. Can’t bring himself to stop. Will sighs into the next kiss and it doesn’t matter that they both taste of death – it’s warm and it’s good and if the little bit of exertion didn’t have them both panting like they ran a marathon Mike wouldn’t want to stop at all. Will’s fingers tracing his face feel so nice and he’d much rather lose himself in this than in the dim exhaustion of starvation.

Even as they pull apart they don’t move far, and Mike’s grateful for that. He’s not sure he has enough life left in him to go chasing after Will.

“Verdict?” Will asks, quietly and still somewhat out of breath. He’s not meeting Mike’s eyes, afraid of the answer.

Mike tilts his head, pressing a third, short kiss against Will’s lips.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh,” Mike says with a smile.

Will smiles back, first hesitantly, then unable to keep his joy inside of him. Mike knows the feeling. He presses another kiss to Will’s lips.

It’s bad, though. The bitter, acidic breath. The tang of cold metal.

He rolls onto his back a little, stretching out his arm behind Will’s head. Will accepts the invite without hesitation, scooting closer and putting his arms around Mike’s middle. They readjust the blankets. Cuddle up properly.

It’s the closest they could possibly be and still Mike doubts they’ll be warmed by it.

It only half matters, though. Because at least Will’s with him. At least they have this. Will starts tracing patterns onto Mike’s ribs. Mike starts playing with Will’s hair. They’re cold and hungry and somehow, briefly, content.

“Actually, I think the first thing I’ll do is brush my teeth,” Mike says after a while. “Second is going to be kissing you better.”

Will chuckles, the sound reverberating in Mike’s rib cage where his head is pressed against it.

They only have to wait for help to arrive.

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#bylerween2023 #day 1 #trapped in the upside down #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #cw starvation #cw metions of death #cw mentions of cannibalism #my fic

[reasonsforhope]

The parties in the conflict in Ethiopia’s northern region of Tigray agreed on a “permanent cessation of hostilities,” the African Union mediator said, [in November 2022,] just more than a week after formal peace talks began in South Africa.

Former Nigerian President Olusegun Obasanjo, in the first briefing on the peace talks on Wednesday, said Ethiopia’s government and Tigrayan authorities have agreed on “orderly, smooth and coordinated disarmament” along with “restoration of law and order,” “restoration of services” and “unhindered access to humanitarian supplies.”

The agreement marked a new “dawn” for Ethiopia, he said, speaking at a news conference.

The war, which broke out in November 2020, has pitted regional forces from Tigray against Ethiopia’s federal army and its allies, which include forces from other regions and from neighbouring Eritrea.

Ethiopian Prime Minister Abiy Ahmed hailed Wednesday’s breakthrough deal and committed to working towards the agreement.

“The commitment to peace remains steadfast. And our commitment to collaborating for the implementation of the agreement is equally strong,” he said in a statement.

Tigray’s rebels hailed the deal and said they had made concessions.

“We are ready to implement and expedite this agreement,” said the head of their delegation, Getachew Reda.

“In order to address the pains of our people, we have made concessions because we have to build trust.

“Ultimately, the fact that we have reached a point where we have now signed an agreement speaks volumes about the readiness on the part of the two sides to lay the past behind them to chart a new path of peace,” said Reda.”

 -via Al Jazeera, 11/2/22

Update: 1/25/23

Nearly three months after it was signed, the tentative peace deal between the Ethiopian government and leaders of the country’s northern Tigray region appears to be holding. Tigrayan forces have begun to disarm, basic services such as banking and telecommunications are being restored, and desperately needed humanitarian relief is making its way to Tigrayan civilians.

Although thorny questions remain about the presence of Eritrean forces in Ethiopia, the status of contested territory, and accountability for the severe human rights abuses that characterized the two-year conflict, the momentum is toward a reduction in violence.

-via Foreign Affairs, 1/25/23

#ethiopia #tigray people #tigrayan #civil war #cw war #cw starvation #cw genocide #global politics #peace treaty #africa #african union #good news #hope

[selfshippingquotes]

Child F/O: No, I do not like the taste of this mush, and will not consume it no matter what you tell me.

Child F/O: I will sit here with a pouty lip and arms crossed for all eternity in this high chair, and when I die of starvation, it will be your fault.

S/I: Child F/O, just eat the fucking carrots.

#f/o #self ship #selfship #selfshipping #selfship quotes #fictional other #familial f/o #child f/o #kid f/o #death tw #tw death #cw death #death cw #starvation tw #tw starvation #cw starvation #starvation cw

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[ @hisslord LIKED For A Starter || Vaggie ]

[ Alastor ]

The dizziness hit him suddenly and nearly knocked him off his feet. One hand lifted to his forehead and he closed his eyes, stumbling backward a little bit. When he opened his eyes again, they were dull, and he swept the lobby for the nearest seat.

Falling into a chair near the communal phone, he sighed softly, letting his heels rest against the floor, his feet up. His stomach lurched and he gripped it over his overcoat, fighting bile rising in his throat. Oh, this was a fabulous time for the hunger pangs to kick in.

At first, he didn't hear what Vaggie said, but he knew she'd spoken. Her voice had gotten through the fuzzy static buzzing in his ears. They twitched, then flattened against his head, and his tail folded down over the back of his pants. Gulping a little bit, he waved his free hand dismissively.

"It's nothing, I'm just tired."

It was a lie. He'd need to eat soon, or he'd suffer this curse the rest of the day.

"You wouldn't, ah... Happen to know where Nifty is, would you?"

#If You End Up On My Table Then It Serves You Right (αℓαѕтσя) #(Alastor and Vaggie - Hisslord) #cw dizziness #cw starvation #cw fainting

[nami-writes]

[ an apple | a day | (keeps the doctor) away ]

couple month old 3 part story i conjured up! i came up with this concept and thought it was pretty cool so yknow. wrote it and now here we are <3

content warnings: implied/referenced abuse, emeto, bad/reluctant "caretaker," starvation, begging

It’s his first day being tasked with watching Villain.

He arrives half an hour early, signs in, and sits in the lounge to pass the time. This promotion may not be due to his competence— it's no secret the heroes’ main facility is becoming understaffed after their public support started dwindling— but he’s not going to let that disprove it. The heroes need all the loyal supporters they can get. Guard can ignore a couple of rumors to prove he's worth their time.

He triple-checks his sidearm before he rounds the corner and exchanges a nod with the guard already there, then takes her place. In five hours they’ll bring him Villain’s dinner to slide under the door and then three hours after that he’ll switch out with the night shift guard and go home. Easy as that. He just needs to ensure Villain eats and check the barred window every few minutes to make sure Villain is still chained up.

He is, upon Guard’s first glance in. The chains are longer than he expected and the cell is also much smaller than he expected. Villain is slumped against the wall, so still Guard can't quite tell if he's still breathing, but he decides that even if he's not, so be it. His job isn't to keep Villain alive. His job is to make sure he doesn't escape.

Things get boring quickly. He starts out looking in every dozen seconds or so, just out of curiosity and amazement that he’s this close to a completely helpless Villain, but nothing ever changes. Minutes and hours drag on and he thinks a strand of hair shifted out of place, but even that could be his imagination. Maybe Villain is just asleep. Guard passes the time counting the cracks in the wall. Then counting them again, just to make sure he didn’t miss any.

Finally, someone brings him Villain’s dinner tray. It holds a couple spoonfuls of what looks like mystery meat, half a cup of water, and a limp carrot. Guard frowns, then shrugs and slides it under. They must intentionally keep him weak. It doesn’t matter to him anyway, just makes his job easier. He's a little hungry too, in fact— maybe he'll bring a snack with him tomorrow.

He checks on him again a few minutes after sliding his lunch in. Villain still hasn’t moved. The chains must be as long as they are so that he can reach his food, but if he’s tried, he left no signs of it. Guard’s starting to think maybe he is asleep.

“Hey,” he calls, knocking on the door with a knuckle. “Wake up and eat your lunch before the rats get to it first.” He doubts there are actually rats, but it makes for a marginally meaner command.

Villain doesn’t show any signs of life. Maybe he’s just dead.

“Hey!” He slams a fist into the door this time. “Wake up!”

He flinches and his head lolls just a bit. Guard frowns, annoyed. So he is alive. He’s just ignoring him.

“Eat your lunch or I’m coming in there,” he shouts. He was instructed to avoid unlocking the door but he is authorized to use force if he deems it necessary.

Either way, that seems to get his attention. Villain’s eyes snap open and he scrambles for the tray of food that Guard isn’t even sure is fully edible. Just to be safe, he watches as Villain takes each painstaking bite. Each one comes slower than the last until he stops completely, with half the tray still untouched. He downs the water, stares at the rest of his food like it hurts to look at with a hand clutching his stomach.

“Stop wasting time and finish your food,” Guard says. Villain has survived this long on this same food. What makes this particular tray so awful?

“I…” He drags in a ragged breath. “I c-ca…”

And then he retches onto the floor, just beside his tray of food.

Guard doesn't know what to do. He watches Villain heave the undigested contents of his stomach onto the floor he now realizes has stains from previous incidents like this and he just stands there because he wasn't told what to do in this situation. He stares in shock as Villain coughs up the last of the chunky vomit and then drags himself back over to the wall, where he collapses again. He doesn't even bother to sit upright, just lies down on his side.

It's fine. They'll probably bring him something new to eat tomorrow. He did eat, technically, and he won’t die from one day without food. Guard knows that doesn't count as eating, but something twists in his gut at the thought of making Villain choke the food down and swallow back his vomit. So he leaves it at that.

He lets Villain sleep for the last hour of his shift, even though the next guard shouts and bangs on the door to wake him up the moment Guard steps away.

—

He brings his own food the next day. A sandwich and an apple. He doubts he's supposed to be eating on the job, but he doesn't exactly have a lunch break and Villain is in no shape to try anything funny.

Things go about the same way they did the day before. He looks into the cell every couple of minutes. There’s a fresh new stain on the floor now, no doubt from yesterday. It seems the janitors didn’t clean it up very well.

With nothing else to do, Guard nibbles on his sandwich. Villain only moves once and it’s to curl up on his side with his arms around his abdomen like he’s still in pain even though it’s been a day. He’s completely silent, though, so Guard leaves him alone.

Five hours have never felt so long. At least yesterday standing in the same place while glancing through bars on a door was new. Now, the minutes drag on and he recounts the cracks in the wall but when that gets old, he starts counting how many times he needs to nibble his sandwich to finish it. When it's gone, he still has three hours left. He could’ve sworn it’s been longer.

He’s bored. He’s tired of standing here. And his only source of entertainment is Villain.

He checks in on him again. Villain is still lying on the ground curled up in a ball. Vomiting should’ve solved whatever was upsetting his stomach, right? What’s still wrong with him?

“Hey,” Guard calls. “Something wrong?”

Villain curls himself tighter. “No.” His voice is strained. It’s a boldfaced lie.

“Don’t lie to me.”

“M’fine.”

He shouldn’t pick a fight with him. He knows it’s not worth it. But he’s bored out of his mind and maybe he shouldn’t just resign himself to letting Villain die, if just because he needs something to do.

He pulls out his key and unlocks the door. The click of the lock catches Villain’s attention immediately and wide eyes meet his as he steps into the room.

“W-wait,” Villain stammers and holds up a thin pleading hand, “wait, wait, I’m sorry, I wasn’t— I didn’t mean to—”

“What’s the problem?” Guard snaps at a cowering Villain. He didn’t exactly expect him to start grovelling, but he just needs to know what’s wrong with him.

His eyes flick between Guard and the door, but then drop to the floor fast. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to look at the, um, I just— my… my s-stomach…”

“Throwing up didn’t fix it?”

Villain winces. “No, no sir, it happened, um… after.”

After? “What happened after?”

“...Nothing. Nothing. S-sir.”

“Spit it out,” Guard says, annoyed. “I can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong. What is it?”

Villain looks torn and terrified. Guard doesn't understand why it's such a big deal. He lifts a hand to gesture “well?” but Villain only cringes away from him.

“Well, it’s something with your stomach, right? And it’s not a digestive issue,” he says. Villain doesn’t respond. That’s a yes. “Lift up your shirt.”

He freezes. Understandable, but annoying nonetheless.

Guard frowns. “You’re not exactly making it easy for me to figure it out a normal way, so lift up your shirt.”

“No, wait, just— I-I’ll talk, I’ll talk, okay?” He sighs and mumbles shamefully through grit teeth. “I… it was a punishment. For throwing up. Okay? That’s— that’s what happened. They, um… beat me.”

“They beat your stomach?”

He nods. He doesn’t lift his gaze from the floor.

“Why?”

“My stomach’s why I threw up,” he shrugs. “So, that’s… that’s what they beat.”

Guard hums in acknowledgment. He sees the reasoning, he supposes, but beating his stomach won’t make him vomit any less. Isn’t the goal to solve the problem?

Villain raises his head just a little bit, daring to glance up. “Am I… are you done now?”

That’s when he remembers he originally just came in here to harass Villain and entertain himself. He almost feels bad. He does feel bad. But he’s already established that he isn’t here to be nice to him, so he just gives him a curt nod and lets him suffer in peace. As close to peace as he can get, at least.

Villain doesn’t move again for the next two-and-a-half hours, save for painstakingly shifting back into the same position on the floor he’d been in before Guard entered the cell. He doesn’t know how Villain is going to stomach his dinner if he threw up last night and now his stomach is in pain. Guard doubts the food will be any better tonight.

He receives the tray on schedule and slides it in. It holds the exact same food as yesterday, only the mystery meat is replaced with beans. It’s not enough to sustain him, not when he didn’t eat last night’s dinner and probably couldn’t eat any meals in between. But what can Guard do?

Thinking about food starts to make him hungry again too, which reminds him— the apple. He’ll just snack on that until his shift is over. He pulls it out and brushes it off and goes to take a bite, then stops. He takes a second to check on Villain. Villain hasn’t moved.

“Hey,” he says. “Uh…” How does he say this without being weird about it? “Are you gonna be able to eat that?”

Villain looks up at the tray of food and his eyelids droop warily. “Yes sir, I will, I’ll… I’ll eat it. I'll eat it. Have to.” He mutters the last bit hoarsely like the knowledge that he needs to eat it to survive is painful.

“I told you to stop lying to me,” Guard snaps. He’s trying to help Villain this time. “I’ve got an apple. If you couldn’t eat that I was gonna give it to you.”

At that, Villain’s eyes light up with hope and desperation. “Please.” He doesn’t even hesitate to beg. “I’m sorry, please. Please, I-I need— I won’t lie to you again, I swear I won’t, I swear, please!”

Part of him relishes in being able to make Villain beg. The better part of him rolls the apple through the slot under the door to get him to stop. “Here. Just don’t throw up again.”

“Y’sir, I won’t, I swear.” He practically lunges for the apple and bites into it. He still winces when he swallows, likely due to his stomach pain, but he gobbles up the apple twice as fast as he tried to eat his dinner last night. “Thank you— thank you, sir.”

“Don’t mention it,” he says, then adds, “Really. I doubt I’m supposed to be giving you food. Don’t say anything to anyone or you’ll regret it.”

It’s a bluff— he isn’t actually going to do anything about it, not really— but Villain either doesn’t realize or doesn’t care because he nods vigorously nonetheless. “Yes sir.”

“Good.” He looks down at the untouched tray of prison food beside Villain. “An apple isn’t enough to make up for a day’s worth of missed meals. Try and eat that too. Just don’t eat so much you throw up again and the apple ends up not doing anything for you.”

Villain eyes the tray painfully but at Guard’s command, he steels himself. “Yes, sir.”

He doesn’t make it past three bites, but at least this time he doesn’t vomit. Guard counts that as a win.

#writing #original writing #whump #cw implied/referenced abuse #cw emetophobia #cw bad caretaker #cw starvation #cw begging #guard caretaker villain whumpee dynamic bc i lov it

[baldurs-gate-official]

Posting an update cuz I've gotten some very sweet supportive messages and some of you seemed interested in hearing how it goes

Officially free from my abusers 😎 After failing to get away several times, I've spent the last two years biding my time and making sure I never have to go back and it's paid off. So yeah. I'm free and very happy. And I've ensured this will continue to be the case.

Putting a read more. But this is currently what's up

CW: Abuse, PTSD, Starvation, Torture

Rn I'm focusing on finally getting medical care for some of what happened. I need to relearn how to eat because it's been over a decade of very limited food access and I can't tell how much I'm supposed to eat/when I'm supposed to stop eating. Never expected there to be a learning curve for eating but here we are. I might need to have some bones re-broken, which I'm not looking forward to. But it's a relief to have something done about it finally. Part of the torture I went through involved having my bones broken repeatedly :') So they're a little messed up.

It's still so hard to believe it's over. I know once I accept that, I'll have to process everything that happened and that'll be rough, but when it's over, I'm gonna be so happy. I mean, I'm already pretty happy. I can eat whenever I want. Eating felt like a luxury/privilege before and now it's just...a Thing I can do whenever. And I can leave my room whenever I want. Or go outside. I can make noise. And sleep. Well, sleeps a little tricky. But I don't have to worry about someone hurting me when I'm asleep now. Admittedly, I still get scared of falling asleep, but once I'm out I'm good. It's just... a lot. It doesn't feel real yet.

It's wild to me that people just...have this. It's a thing people get to have their whole lives. being able to just exist and do things like sleep and eat. And I get to have that now too??? I could explode, I'm so excited. I've literally dreamt about this my whole life.

Anyway. If you're also being abused or neglected and need someone to talk to/advice, please shoot me a message. If I can get someone out of their own shitty situations, I will. Or if you even just want someone to talk to so you feel less alone. I know how lonely trauma can be.

I'm going to shut up now. But yeah. Ty to everyone that left kind messages. I'm going to go grab a popsicle or something now. cya

#personal #cw trauma #cw abuse #cw starvation

[commbowman]

“Hang on for me, please don’t leave me. Please don’t go.”

—

Anything Halman but if you want a prompt or two….

- Dave stops disconnecting Hal, but something goes wrong.

- Scene in which Frank and the others still die but it’s not Hal’s fault, and the majority of the life support systems fail and there’s nothing they can do about it and Dave slowly wastes away.

It’s been longer than he’d thought he would have made it. Much longer. That’s why they had selected him, wasn’t it? He was resilient, adjusting quickly by pushing back all reasonable panic.

A week, maybe longer. Dave had enough oxygen in his suit and the remaining two suits to last him a good few days. The trouble came when he had to switch levels, or tanks, or helmets. Like most in his field he could hold his breath, survive just barely enough. But the constant switch wasn’t expected… he was lightheaded. Not to mention hungry. The food that hadn’t spoiled or blown out the lock was hard to access… again a problem. He ate little, breathed less. Slept even less than that, curling in on himself in the command module to handle anything that could arise that Hal couldn’t solve.

Dave’s hands were slow, shaky and impossibly clumpy. The suit’s gloves were not made to handle the delicate inside repairs beyond the main module.

It was getting worse. He had slipped his arms from the sleeves to hug around himself, keep in the heat he still had. His eyes slow to react to any upcoming alert or flash of color on the console. He didn’t respond to their conversations as he had once had. Usually so quick and wanton for conversation.

“…. I’m not… going anywhere… Hal,”

His smile was lethargic, tinted blue around the edges. This lazy little smile, desperate to look better than it had but without the effort.

“I’m right here, alright?”

Dave breathed. His head lulled to the side. He was tired, unable to remember ever not being. It seemed like another lifetime, another person to be so full of energy.

“I’m not…” he blinks, slow to open his eyes.

“Hal, you said they taught you a song. Didn’t you? Well,” his breath was shallow when it was supposed to be deep. “Could you sing it for me? I’d like to hear it, very much…” he said, hoping it’d be some sort of comfort to them both. More for Hal’s sake than his own, a distraction.

#// #you can’t just give me a prompt like that and expect me not to use it *evil hand rubbing* #cw starvation #cw lack of oxygen #cw slow death #🪐 bowman #aso rp #in charecter #transmission: unknown #verse : life support failure

[redd956]

Little Things in Whump: 2

CW: Whump Tropes & Content Warnings in Tags (Distressing Situations)

Starving whumpee clutching their stomach as hunger pains intensify at the mention of food

The moment a character notices that another isn't doing too well in the high heat, only to graze their skin and notice the lack of sweat

The stumble a character makes while they cough, choke, or wheeze while walking. The stumble that quickly turns into a collaspe

A vampire breathing open mouthed as they debate giving into a hunger, the fangs white in the moonlight

Crawling whumpee panicking into more of a scramble when foot steps approach

The Iconic click-clack of a whumper in boots or heels as they walk, heard distantly, then nearby, then behind whumpee

The wheeze that whumpee makes as all the air leaves their lungs when they hit a surface particularly hard

When you can tell a character has finally lost their strength as their posture untenses, and their muscles forcibly relax

Winged whumpee extending their wings, only to do full body shudder, hiss in pain, and close those wings back up just as quickly. The look on their face as they realize they can't fly out of this one

The little hop a leg injured whumpee as to make when they try to limp away quicker

When an underwater character pulls on a human whumpee, and that panicked gasp of air they make before being dragged under

How whumper can feel a defiant whumpee still trying to turn their head, when they have hands clasped on whumpee's jaw

Caretaker watching feathers slip out of a winged whumpee's feathery wings, knowing it's not molting season

The way a whumpee's eyes widen when a needle or syringe is plunged into their skin

#cw iatrophobia #cw needles #cw violence #cw starvation #cw environmental danger #whump #whump prompt #whump ideas #whump prompts #whumpee #nonhuman whumpee #whump stuff #litte things in whump #whump little things

[we-lose-control-of-the-moment]

[ @southxparkxafterxdark LIKED For A Starter! || Michael ]

[ Max ]

All he could think about was eating.

He'd managed to clothe himself and wash off in the pond, but he was soaked to the bone and cold in the snowy weather. Why was it always winter where they went lately? He hated it so much.

Sighing softly, he held his growling tummy with one hand that still had blood crusted under his nails. Closing his eyes, he tipped his head back before finally opening them to look for someone to ask directions to the nearest buffet place.

Catching a tall, skeletal man that had not an ounce of meat on him, no tendons for pulling necessary, he bit his lip.

"Hey!" Calling out, he waved his arm above his head for a second, "Do you know where the nearest buffet is? Doesn't matter what it is, I'm starving. ...Cheap, too, if possible."

#In Its White Light There Are Voices Telling Me To Kill And Eat’s My Destiny (мαχ) #(Max and Michael - SouthxParkxAfterxDark) #cw werewolf #cw blood #cw food #cw starvation

[mathmetists]

Have been looking for a lost Loki fic for some time and have nearly giving up hope. Pls send help!!

Things I remember:

- was on ao3, but can’t remember if completed or not, and on the longer side (def 30k+, prob more)

- the plot was prisoner!Loki in the dungeons of Asgard starting pretty much right after the Avengers movie. He was refusing to speak to anyone (pretty much no one was allowed to visit him also). After some months Frigga goes to see him and he agrees to tell the entire story of what happened with Thanos in exchange for a favor. After Frigga leaves he succumbs to his condition and wounds and wakes up at the healers (and gets angry bc he isn’t dead but I could be misremembering)

- some details: Frigga sends him a pice of cloth that keeps away nightmares; pretty sure his cell hangs midair to discourage escape attempts and he makes it swing back and forth when he’s alone; Odis’s birds are also featured;

- details with CW!! a part of his sentence was to be whipped for every year his presence cursed Asgard or smth like that; the favor he asked Frigga for was a rope; his main reason for ending up at the healers was he was actively starving himself and not eating the food given to him

Please if anyone has it/ knows of it lmk!!

#lost fics #fic rec #fic recs #loki marvel #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #marvel #mcu fanfiction #loki fic #cw starvation #starvation cw #cw starving #torture cw #cw torture #cw sui mention #cw sui implied #disordered eating cw #lost fic #loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #ao3 #lost ao3 fic