#mentions of restraint

[ratwithhands]

Character relations/opinions!

Alright before I post any more Battle Addict stuff I should probably explain what a League Council is. Here's a summarized diagram:

A Pokemon League is a region's network of specialized skilled trainers. It is run by the League Council, which includes finance, HR, marketing, PR, and other managing departments which are divided into different branches depending on who they work with.

This is all to say that everything gets messy very quickly when news of the diagnosis spreads through the network. Originally the diagnosis was supposed to be private information for only the Battle and League departments, however certain higher ups felt it was a safety risk and notified gym leaders as well in the event of future collaborations.

The network is mostly divided into people who are positive/neutral about the news, and people who feel negatively about the twins as a result. Coworkers who were already familiar/close with the two tend to be positive, or at least supportive, whereas those who didn't know them got another reason to avoid them. Some people think they should go on leave for "recovery", but some are more forward and want them terminated.

If you're wondering where Cynthia falls in this, she's a foreign top league worker (Sinnoh Champion) who is hosted in Unova. Basically she has dept. employees assigned to help her connect to people around the region and get different services if requested. She's basically watching everything unfold from the sidelines, with every interview about her opinion boiling down to "lol if you're scared of people stronger than you then get good". She does also bring up historic accounts of CM/HCCM though, mostly to clarify that CM is not a new or scary thing. She's not for or against the twins, rather just hoping to use this as an opportunity to teach others.

I didn't end up drawing her because I got tired but Elesa got the news too!! She actually got it before everyone else since the twins decided to go tell her beforehand. The general scene basically had Ingo and Emmet deliberating in the car, Ingo telling Emmet it's not too late to turn around and go home while Emmet was hesitant but adamant that they needed to tell her first. She probably took it the worst out of everyone but that's mostly just cause it caught her off guard that her friends would just randomly drop in to deliver the news. She's still rooting for them though, mostly trying to support the Subway with more collaborative events to make the twins look better after the hit from the media. She also tries to rework Emmet's restraints where possible, usually trying to make them look more cohesive with the rest of an outfit or trying to make them less visible (cause as much as Emmet says it's not a big deal it's still the first thing he looks at in his reflection).

Here's them in alt clothes :7

Man is cuffed under there (T_T)

Can't really think of too much to say so hope you guys like the art and see you later!

#submas #submas au #au #ingo #subway master ingo #ingo pokemon #nobori #emmet #subway master emmet #emmet pokemon #kudari #pokemon shauntal #caitlin pokemon #marshal pokemon #champion cynthia #grimsley #Elesa will use these two to model clothing lines without mentioning Emmet's are technically modified to match his work requirement #“His hands are just cold dw about it” #I wonder if Emmet's version of the clothes would be sold seperately #surely there must be a market for thick clothes with long sleeves and a compression fit #hell Emmet's league restraint is like half leather by volume there's gotta be an audience for that #also for those wondering‚ BFOs are considered auxilliary to the formal league and are considered as extra members for special events #They're generally not included unless an event is being planned or they need the extra marketing bait #Also the General Department handles other tasks!! it's just that most people are assigned/categorized for a specific dept. anyway #so the GD is for people coming in from out of the region or people ranking below gym leaders since they aren't assigned #All this writing is kinda making my head hurt‚ see you guys later

[captainsigge]

Zevlor in the Grymforge

#i need him carnally #pls #he's a hellrider #commander #i know he would give a good pounding #he has excellent endurance #not to mention the self-restraint #i wanna make him lose it #i am feral for this man #zevlor #bg3 #bg3 zevlor #zelvor bg3 #screenshots #grymforge #sweaty zevlor #baldur's gate 3

[hold-him-down]

🚑 Rushed to the hospital

✥ The Hospital Arc - Part 1 ✥ 

Notes: ~ 18 months in, just a little introduction to a long awaited mini-arc.

Trigger Warnings: Med Whump, Panic Attacks, Hyperventilation, Medical Restraints, Needle Mention, Institutionalized Slavery

✥ ✥ ✥ 

It was supposed to be a simple enough task. Go to the grocery store. Get the things on the list. Go home and get back to his books and cook dinner and watch the sun set and, if it’s a very good day, once Luke gets home they can watch a movie in Luke’s bed and maybe Luke will hold him, even if just for a little bit.

But it’s not a simple task. Anxiety builds in Leo’s peripheries as he weaves through the aisles, hyper-aware of every person he encounters. It’s busier here than he’s comfortable with, and the noises and the lights and the narrow walkways put him on edge. He urges himself, not for the first time that day, to pull himself together.

Still, he selects items almost carelessly, checking off his mental list as quickly as he can. 

It’s because he’s moving too quickly, and he’s too jumpy, and everything is too much, that he makes the mistake. He rounds the corner to the cashier, and his cart nearly collides with someone else’s. He dodges it, issuing an anxious, “I’m sorry,” and tries to keep his head down.

He knows the moment that he sees the scrub bottoms, though, that he’s in trouble. Handler, his mind screams at him. He tries to quiet that voice.

He closes his eyes, taking a breath. Another. Another. The sounds of the store grow distorted, far away and warbly and almost silent against the ringing in his ears.

It’s just a doctor or a nurse. The hospital is nearby. It is not a handler. It’s just a doctor. Maybe it’s Rob. Maybe it’s Luke. It is not a handler. Rationally, Leo knows that the nearest site is over an hour away, and no handler would still be in their scrubs after their shift. Leo’s not thinking rationally, though. 

He struggles to pull in air as he forces his eyes open. 

The man is staring at him. Does he look angry? He’s speaking to him, he thinks, but he can’t make out the words.

I’m sorry, he tries to say again, but isn’t sure if the words come out.

He takes a step back, raising his hands in apology, and tries to draw in another breath. He’s hyperventilating. His fingers shake as he reaches toward his pocket. If he can call… if he can call Luke, Luke can explain. If he can get home, he has medicine in the pantry he can take, and he can… he can hide somewhere until Luke gets home and helps him. He can… he needs to get home, he tries to say. 

The man takes a step toward him, his hands up, mirroring Leo’s. Leo’s eyes dart around the store, but he processes none of what he sees. 

He can hear voices behind him, telling the man to back off, he thinks. 

“I’m sorry,” he chokes out. “I–” He wants to tell them he’s allowed to be here. That he’s under contract, and that Luke told him to come here. He wants to tell them not to touch him, that if they touch him right now, it’ll be so much worse. He wants to tell them he’s going to be sick. He wants to tell them he can’t breathe. 

But all that comes out is another apology, choked off with a sob.

He’s going to black out. He reaches for his wallet, for his phone, for anything. He grasps at whatever memories of Luke’s voice he can find, clutching onto the sound and the words with every piece of rational thought that he has left. 

From behind him, he feels hands on his shoulders, and almost instantly, he’s back in training. The handlers are shouting at him, the handlers are holding him down. He’s crying, he’s begging them to let him go. He’ll do better, he cries. He’s so, so, sorry. 

✥ ✥ ✥ 

There are hands on him when things come into focus. There are fingers pressing into his neck, there’s a mask over his mouth and nose. Breaths don’t come easily, but they come, chased by a burning pain. 

He feels a jolt, and forces his eyes open; he’s in an ambulance, he thinks. He reaches up to take off the mask, to tell the man who’s holding him that he’s okay, to beg him to call Luke and to tell him that Luke will help him. His hands won’t work, though. 

“It’s alright,” the man says. “Take it easy.” 

Do they know he’s a worker? Do they kn… do they know he’s under contract? He tries to ask them if they’re taking him back to a DLS site, but he can’t. He feels tears pooling in his eyes; he tries to lift his hands again, but canvas straps dig into his wrists at the movement.

He sobs, while a desperate plea that probably isn’t understandable to the man works its way out of his chest. The mask muffles the sound, and the man looks concerned, so Leo lets himself hope that maybe… maybe he’ll listen.

Focusing is difficult. Producing words is even harder. 

“Let him talk,” another EMT says, nodding.

The first, the man at his head, says, “Stay calm and breathe, okay? You’re gonna be alright.”

The man is obvious with his movements as his hand closes in on Leo’s face, and Leo shrinks into himself.  The moment he’s free from the mask, Leo immediately whispers, “I’m s-sorry,” broken by a kind of panicky gasping.

“It’s okay,” the man responds. Leo’s not unaware of how closely he’s watching him, “You’re not in any trouble. They’ll get everything sorted out at the hospital, you’ll be out of there in no time.”

“C-Can you call Luke?” He swallows, forcing as much air into his lungs as he can. It’s not enough. “B-Bennett,” he whispers. “He’s my… he holds my c-c-c-” His whole body is shaking, and the man puts the mask back over his mouth.

“Your contract,” the other EMT says. She squeezes his hand, eying the strap holding it in place. “They’ll call him as soon as you get checked out,” she continues. “There’s… protocol, we need to follow, with people in the system.”

Luke will come, he tries to tell them. More importantly, he tries to make himself believe it. The world is spotting, though. The handlers’ voices are back in his head. Every time his eyes close, images of restraints, of hands on him, of laughter, of his collar, of tubes and white coats and bright lights and scrubs and pain, force their way to the front.

He can’t quite parse out what’s real and what’s in his head, so he sucks in breath after breath, tears streaming in waves down his cheeks as two hands turn into four hands turn into so many hands, and he's too scared to open his eyes and he's too scared to speak and all he can think of, over and over, is that Luke will come for him. He just needs to be good, and Luke will come for him.

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[painsandconfusion]

Confident

(tw: kidnapping, ransom, zip ties, bag over head, death, murder mention, implied filmed whump)

[Drabble Masterpost]

“So, do I give you my Starby’s order now orrrr..?”

Even through the dark fabric of the bag, Whumpee could swear they saw Whumper’s eyes roll. To clarify - there’s nothing to see. This is a metaphor. 

Not a metaphor. 

Hm. 

What’s the word for that…?

Aaaaaa…...an exaggeration? Aaaaaaaa…tasteful lie? 

Maybe it’s a-

“No coffee-” Whumper snapped. 

Whumpee’s fingers splayed up in a surrender - they’d lift their hands and arms, but their wrists were kind ziptied to the chair. 

Didn’t even seem like a strong chair. Like if they tried reeeeeally hard to tip over, it might just snap apart and they could walk out of here. 

“I mean I can take a tea, then? Or a smoothie-? I really like the pink dri-”

“SHUT UP.”

Whumpee sighed, slumping back in their chair. “You’re no fun, you know that?”

They could feel eyes boring into them. 

“Why the fuck are you so cocky-? You’re about to fucking die on national television.”

Whumpee shrugged. “Not cocky.”

“Stupid, then.”

Whumpee lifted a finger. “Confident~” they corrected. 

Whumper snorted a scoff, footsteps tapping closer in a pa-tat-pa-tat-pa-tat- “Why would you have any reason to be confident??” Mocking. 

A little ‘ptew-’ whispered through the room, and a body dropped to the ground at Whumpee’s feet, thudding softly as it came to rest. 

Whumpee smirked under the bag. “Took you long enough, hot stuff~”

“Yeah yeah yeah,” Caretaker’s voice echoed through the room, steps remarkably silent as they crossed to Whumpee’s chair - movement evidenced only by the proximity of their voice. “Sorry baby, traffic was killer on the east side.”

Whumpee shrugged. “Can we get Starbucks?”

“..and make me drive more through this shit?”

“I was just kidnapped and held for ransom, I deserve a treat.”

They could feel Caretaker roll their eyes as they snapped the zipties at Whumpee’s ankles - then wrists. Less metaphorical this time - more a highly educated guess and a deep knowledge settled into their soul. 

“Fineeee- but we’re going to the one by the park. Interstate is shit right now.”

“Works for me~”

Caretaker’s hands caught Whumpee’s as they reached up to pull off the bag - fingers circling their wrists and keeping them suspended halfway. 

Caretaker’s voice softened. “..I’m sorry this happened.” 

Whumpee shook their head a little. “It’s all okay now.”

Dark, kidnappy black bag fabric be damned - Caretaker kissed them through it anyway. 

[Drabble Masterpost]

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#kidnapping #ransom #zip ties #bag over head #death #murder mention #implied filmed whump #blindfold #drabble #whump drabble #whump scene #whump #zip tie restraints #character death #rescue

[angstyaches]

little drabble idea: shayne having just eaten and reflecting on the feeling of a full stomach—thinking maybe it's okay and maybe he can start being comfortable with that feeling

Anon, I have not been flustered like this in a while, good job lol

100x10

CW: disordered eating (implied), fullness

___

The pressure in his stomach was like dull, fuzzy background noise. He wasn’t queasy, nothing hurt, nothing felt unpleasant. He hadn’t eaten a crazy amount, but he hadn’t stopped while still feeling slightly hungry, either.  

Shayne stretched his arms over his head on the sofa. His belly gurgled a little as it churned his dinner. His emotions defaulted to disgust and shame, but he pushed those down. He wanted to enjoy how it felt to not be at war with his own body for once. 

He turned his head, heart fluttering at Charlie’s inquisitive expression. 

“I’m full,” he said quietly. 

#StW Shayne #StW Charlie #i kinda wanna write a whole Thing now with Charlie reacting to this but i have to show self restraint lmao help #hurt comfort #hurt and comfort #disordered eating mention #100 word drabbles

[remember-to-be-gentle]

Hey hey hey can I get a kind of mean aizawa so like he's a Dom and reader is well u get it but when he comes home from work he's pintup so he👉🏾🤏🏾👅💞💓😽😩💦🍑 reader's kit cat

Subject: BNHA, Shouta Aizawa aka Eraserhead

Title: YandereSpace Chp. 3.5: Failed Test

Trigger Warning: Non con, yandere, kidnapped darling, escape attempts, restraints, cunnilingus, daddy kink, biting, implied brat tamer

“You’re not happy to see me?” Aizawa palmed himself through his pants, already half-hard from work. Pinning villains, using his capture weapon, working up a sweat--all of it got him excited. And knowing you were at home waiting for him made it all worthwhile. 

Although, your behavior had been pretty rotten since you woke up bound to his bed--after he'd kidnapped you some time back. You had been an ungrateful little brat. He’d even changed the sheets for you, made sure he had lots of toys to please you with, and even stocked the fridge with your favorites. He tried being gentle at first, but honestly, he liked the idea of punishing you more. Most days, however, he just did what he wanted.

Aizawa didn’t hold back, greedily eating at your cunt, sloppy and messy. Your juices caught in his stubble, covered his chin. Listening to your sweet little whimpers and moans only spurred him on. He didn’t know how long he’d eaten you out or how many times you’d cum, but by the time he considered himself “satisfied” the sheets under your pussy were much darker. Aizawa licked his lips staring at the mess. 

Like right now. Aizawa was on his knees, his hot mouth breathing against your exposed cunt. “You didn’t look happy when I came through the door,” Aizawa purred. He teased your delicate skin, nipping his teeth at the soft flesh of your ass. You bucked away from him but that only let him get better access to the soft skin of your ass. 

He placed a kiss to your clit, watching you squirm against the restraints on your wrists and ankles. “Maybe you’ll get more excited when I make you cum.” He dragged his tongue across your entrance, relishing in your sweet taste. 

He untied your restraints, keeping himself between your legs, before slowly sliding into your cunt. Instantly, you grabbed his arms trying to ground yourself. Aizawa purred in your ear, his big hands grabbing your ass and working your hips against him. “You’re so fucking wet, angel.” He nipped at your ear. “You like how daddy fucks you that much? Huh?”

You mewled, trying to keep him appeased, but when Aizawa got like this, there wasn’t much you could do aside from letting him have his way. 

“God you’re so fucking soft,” he snarled. “Fit me so perfectly. Just for me.”

His hips stuttered as his first end rode up on him. “Can’t wait to fill you up. My good, sweet girl.” His grip on your hips tightened, fucking you rougher and rougher until his seed spilled inside of you, balls squeezing every last drop of cum into your insides. 

Aizawa groaned then, sinking down on top of you. “You’re mine,” he groaned, “all mine.” Slowly, Aizawa pulled his cock out and got off you, to lay on the bed. His eyes fluttered closed and his breathing slowly evened out. But he wasn't actually falling asleep. Aizawa knew it was cruel to do, but he had to test you.

You misbehaved each time he let you go and each time he has to punish you. Some days he hoped you'd misbehave, though, give him an excuse to fuck you silly like the little cum dump you were. But mostly, he wanted the comfort of knowing he could trust you.

And when you slipped out of bed, running toward the front door, Aizawa grabbed his capture weapon. Another failed test. At least you’d be fun to punish.

#raven writes #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa x reader #eraserhead x reader #yandere aizawa #yandere eraserhead #male yandere #yandere x reader #tw non con #tw yandere #tw kidnapping mention #tw escape attempt #tw restraints #tw daddy kink #tw biting #tw brat taming #not my best work but here

[ludiharambasha]

I think I can finally put my figner on what I find wrong about Hazbin Hotel, and why I think it is neoliberal dribble that fails at its socual commentary.

I am definitly going to write about redemption arcs more (a post about a different show is coming), but it should not come as a surprise that I am not a fan of them-they are a rather cheap narrative tool that breeds uncreative, stale, mediocre storylines. However, when the central theme of a work of fiction is redemption in the context of heaven and its righteousness, that could be written in an interesting way, especially if the very concept od redemption is deconstructed. And, for some time, the show seemed to be upping the game in terms of the sriousness of its narratiive as it went on, yet failed to deliver on this.

There is a serious issue I have with the author's idea of what redemption means in the context of heaven's hegemony and how it reflects our world. There is a critique of this inequitable system in which "hell is forever", and so is heaven- once fallen there arel no second chances, no turning back, and those graced can never do enough wrong to be punished for their misdeeds. And this critique is utterly toothless in my opinion, not in and of itself, but because the author tries to couple it with the possibility of getting redeemed. If redemption did not exist in the world of Hazbin Hotel, then the story's theme about Heaven and hell would make sense- there is a brutal system that punishes some for their misdeeds but does not punish mass murder and terror. A hypocrotical and arbitrary system in which the powerful make sure that those who are in power stay in power through that false morality. They quite literally live in a gated community oblivious to the fact that they live in such bliss because there is an army in their midst that goes to commit purges onto the underclass, the sinful. But if you make redemption an actual thing, something a sinner can achieve, then all the fault is shifted onto the sinner. The problem is no longer the segregation, the mass murdering of the underclass, and the fact that eternal torment extists in the first pllace. No, the problem is that more people don't get their ticket to the Pearly Gates, the problem is that there is not enough social mobility, not the unjust system itself. Does this not remind you of the American dream? That if one just works hard enough they may be getting their seat at the table?

No one seems to be attacking Charlie's dream on this front-eternal torment itself is unjust, and not just the annual exterminations- they are a cullmination of this problem. Charlie's dream is one that ultimately does not challenge the status quo-it is one that affirms heaven and works within its confines. Who gets to say who gets to get redeemed, especially an entity that allows genoocidal maniacs into their ranks?

And I don't think the show lacks merit entirely, but this tendency in Western fiction to use ideas of revolutionaies and then water them down soo it is more palatable to a neolib audience is tiring and should be criticised more often.

#it took a lot of restraint on my part to not go on a tangent about paradise lost #i wanted to mention it but i figured that comparing john milton to vivs mediocre ass would be an insult of the highest degree #now i dont want to be so mean to her because i dont think she lacks talented but most writers are unimpressive compared to him #there are things i like about the show #in fact i enjoyed watching it i jist dont think it is good and though that its lackluster themes were worth mentioning #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel criticism #that she lacks talent*

[coffeegranate]

long time no post! finally got around to finishing season three jon for your amusement

definitely didn’t post this on the wrong blog twice nope

#my art #digital art #tma #tma jon #tma nikola #jon sims #jonathan sims #nikola orsinov #tma s3 #tma spoilers #tw kidnapping #tw kidnap mention #tw restraints

[ratwithhands]

i wonder when anyone is going to tell the league (in Battle Addict au) that straight jackets are actually pretty bad at keeping people actually restrained when they can think clearly hruoiehgboerhg (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ivuuJxX1hXg (when praciced, its even easier to get out of than shown here lol)) but this au is incredibly interesting! fascinating looking at how the public reacts to things in the extreme and how the people who they target suffer for it, and how much misinformation is spread. really got me curious how they sped their time and how this effects emmets mental state. it cant be easy with everyone acting like hes a monster. and while ingo doesn't get the majority of the attention- if must be so hard to see his brother suffering like this. and im sure he isn't spared so scorn as well. really really fascinating- and a verrrry clear reminder of what people used to think mental disorders were like and how people with them were treated.

Funny thing: that’s partially why there’s some minor edits to Emmet’s straitjacket. There’s a narrow bar that his arms have to slot through, as well as a set of belts tied to his upper arms to keep them from moving too far from resting position. Homeboy weaseled out of the first one after like two weeks and they said "ok do it again this time mf" and handed him the new one.

The league would probably put Emmet on "leave" (house arrest) if they saw him get out of another one/realize the strait wouldn't work. That is probably what's keeping him from breaking out more than the actual jacket is.

As for mental state,

The household is certainly seeing more absences and mental health days. The worst part about the diagnosis for Emmet is that everything he used to enjoy has lost its worth because any time he sits down to study, he's just proving he is crazy and battle obsessed. He forces himself out of his old habits but he doesn't have anything to fill the void so he's stuck in a perpetual state of being exhausted and disinterested. Ingo may or may not be subconsciously picking up these beliefs as well

Thank you for your ask! Took a while to respond cause of school, but I do hope to outline more about their lives and habits when I get free time. I gotta run though, so see you guys later ^^

#submas #submas au #au #ingo #subway master ingo #ingo pokemon #nobori #emmet #subway master emmet #emmet pokemon #kudari #Elesa's straitjacket is easier to escape with one layer‚ but the secondary restraint keeps everything locked in place #League straitjacket would probably have a few loopholes‚ but it's honesty more uncomfortable than anything else #oh speaking of‚ Elesa's straitjacket works better on Emmet because of the mental block‚ just like the threat of leave #he wants to be grateful and not damage the garments + they're more comfortable so he's fine to not try as hard #ALSO I should really sketch the magazines/photo edits circulating the media‚ one conflict in the plot is Ingo finding them on sale #at a pharmacy/convenience store and bringing them home to discuss with Emmet if they should bring it up with the League/Court #not to mention friends/coworkers bringing up posts they've seen and asking if they're true‚ there's probably a stupid amount of rumours #probably many instances of paparazzi catching pictures of them and just coming up with bullshit to make the image sound more interesting

[itsjaywalkers]

guys i've been writing the iwtywmm sequel all day but i haven't stopped thinking about the overprotective james series like . at all . not even for a single second

#i think it's bc i finally made the playlist public #and there are a few songs there that are just So Jeggy in that au it's making me feel a bit insane #not to mention the third installment is probably the thing i've reread the most of everything i've ever written #not even bc of editing i just really like it #it's not my best in the slightest but idk #it scratches my brain just right #and i'm so fond of their dynamic there #one of my fav james for sure #u guys are so lucky i have some self-restraint bc i've been wanting to rant about that au here all day #like i'm writing iwtywmm jeggy and going feral over them #but at the same time #i'm brainrotting about overprotective james jeggy #ALSO #the series has a name already #kinda wanna start using it bc i love it and it fits so well but i've grown attached to 'overprotective james' lmao

[whumpbump]

Cw: manhandling and restraining, describing the death of Whumpee’s mother, gun mention

Whumpee had been rescued and was recovering in a hospital. They had no assigned Caretakers yet and were in the hands of the hospital staff.

Because they had no assigned Caregivers, Whumpee was essentially ignored aside from bandage changes and other medical needs like bathing. Even while eating, the staff left Whumpee alone.

With no one to talk to or engage with, Whumpee began to crave attention in the worst way. Especially hugs. They hadn’t had one of those since, since before they were taken! They remembered their mother who would always give them hugs as they came in the door and as they left. But that didn’t matter anymore. Whumper took care of that, placing a bullet cleanly between her eyes as they dragged Whumpee, screaming, from their home.

Whumpee shuddered as the memory came and faded. They hated thinking about it, about her fate, and began to sniffle. They missed their mama.

A doctor and nurses entered the room. “Hello, it’s time for bandage changes.” ‘Wow they couldn’t even use my name,’ Whumpee thought, annoyed.

They sat on the bed and removed the blankets. As one of the nurses began to remove the bandages, one was stuck on a scab and Whumpee jolted. “Sorry,” she muttered. As she went to continue, Whumpee pulled away, not wanting to feel the sensation of tearing again. The staff looked at each other and then at Whumpee. The doctor spoke up and warned “You need to hold still.” The nurse continued pulling and Whumpee began to howl in pain as the scab was torn from Whumpee’s leg. Whumpee became more antsy and pushed at her arms to get her away. She wasn’t doing it right.

The doctor hit the call bell and two nursing assistants entered the room. “Please hold the patient while we resume the bandage changes.

With a nursing assistant on each side, Whumpee was stuck. However, as the staff changed the bandages and cleaned up their newly opened up leg, Whumpee couldn’t help but feel compelled to sit quietly as they had a warm body on either side of them, squeezing them tight. It felt almost like a hug in a strange way. It reminded them of their mother and they felt safer.

‘I could get used to this.’ Whumpee began to make a habit of fighting back exclusively so they could have a nursing assistant sit with them. They did so at baths, bandage changes, hell, if they were able to have a staff member with them, they would fight until they had it.

In a staff meeting, the doctor and nurses were trying to figure out what had caused the change in Whumpee’s behavior as this would be the opposite reaction that is seen in someone getting better. The easier the bandage changes and the more cognizant the patient is, the better it should be. They began to discuss potential psych meds to put them on and to have them sedated during any medical intervention.

One of the nursing assistants spoke up. “What if they’re just lonely?”

The doctor brushed aside the thought and continued to discuss four point restraints.

The nursing assistant spoke up again. “I’m serious. I think Whumpee is lonely. Have you noticed that once someone is with them or touching them, they calm down?”

The doctor hesitated. The nurses hesitated. “What do you suggest?” They asked.

“Well, one of us could keep them company throughout the day and be there for bandage changes and meal times and baths and everything that they need done. Realistically, they need a Caretaker. Has the social worker assigned someone to them yet?”

“Well, no, as a matter of fact. We were trying to wait to get them to a healthier place. I see what you’re saying though, they need engagement. Talk amongst yourselves to assign someone to them for this week and we’ll see how it goes.”

After the meeting, the nursing assistants planned out a schedule so someone would always be with Whumpee.

The next morning, after a nursing assistant brought Whumpee their breakfast, they pulled up a chair and sat down. “Mind if I hang out? We thought you might be lonely. Until we can get you a Caretaker, we’ll be keeping you company.”

Carefully listing while chewing their toast, Whumpee nodded. This sounded great! And it was great. With someone to talk to, Whumpee blossomed back into who they were. They made more progress in physical and occupational therapy, had support for bandage changes, and improved overall.

By the time Caretaker was assigned and showed up, Whumpee was in such great shape that they were ready to pack up and take them home. Whumpee cautiously reached out and held their hand as they walked to the car. Caretaker looked down and squeezed Whumpee’s hand with a gentle smile. ‘I think I’m gonna be ok.’

#whumpee #whumpblr #whump blog #whump ideas #whump #whump inspiration #whump tropes #caretaker x whumpee #cw major character death #cw gun mention #cw mcd #cw restraints #tw manhandling #tw restraints #tw gun mention #tw mcd #touchstarved

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Sun: Now you get to stay here. Alone. Forever.

Blood Moon, pulling at the reinforced chains and restraints: LET ME OUT! WHERE IS MY TWIN!? WHERE IS HE!?

Sun: Like I’ll tell you where I put him.

Blood Moon: GIVE HIM BACK!

Sun: No, you get to be alone. That’s your penance.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #fnaf sun #fnaf bloodmoon #fnaf harvest moon #incorrect sun and moon show quotes #incorrect sams quotes #incorrect fnaf quotes #incorrect quotes #source: my brain #tw caps #tw restraints mention #tw isolation mention #tw separation anxiety mention

[deer-with-a-stick]

oh my god oh my god oh my god

NAAFIRI??? FEMALE DARKIN WHO ALSO HAPPENS TO HAVE A REALLY FUCKING COOL MONSTER DESIGN???? HOLY FUCKING SHIT I’M LOSING MY GOD DAMN MIND

AND WE ALSO GET A VARUS VOICE UPDATE FUCKING FINALLY

GIVE ME MY TWO GAY ARCHER MEN

DEAR GOD DARKIN SHIT MAKES ME ABSOLUTELY FLIP OUT AND I DON’T EVEN FUCKING PLAY THEM

#lol #league of legends #darkin #league of legends darkin #naafiri #varus #HE HAS A VOICELINE ABOUT THE DOUBLE A THING #AND XOLANNI MENTION?? #WE ALSO GET A THIRD FEMALE DARKIN NAMED LETS FUCKING GOOOO #im so fucking hyped #it doesn't matter if naafiri isn't supposed to be played mid #i'm playing her there anyway #i already do this with lillia and it actually works #at my itty bitty elo at least #kai and valmar yessss #god the interactions are SO GOOD #kai is the epitome of humanity and the moral center for the other two #valmar is kinda the middle man who urges restraint and mercy but finds himself tempted #and varus himself is the Trauma Man who believes he has lost his humanity #and yet still hopes #darkin lore makes me go fucking feral