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its-my-whump · 7 months

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Whumptober 07

No. 7: " “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

"Can you hear me?”

You don't need to read the whole story. Every day can stand for its own (more or less, at least till here). And poor Sam just has to suffer through every single one of them, I promise!

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The fizzling electrodes burning the cotton of Sam's sweat soaked shirt. The smell of burning flesh reached his nose. A flash of white agony, like someone just pushed a gleaming knife right through his heart and the world stopped.

A cruel grin in the other man's face. Frustration had gotten to him, but he had channeled it effectively by almost pushing that cattle prod through his chest.

The body in front of him had gone limb again, the head lolled forward. The slack form hanging sadly in his chains, feet awkwardly scrapping over the floor. Blood and spit were dripping from his mouth. Beats of sweat summoned on the tips of some strands of his hair, about to fall.

The gloved hand pulled his head up by the wet hair again. "There he is again, my little humm... " The man froze, hesitated a second. Sam's eyes weren't all the way closed, skin ashgrey, his mouth open.

"Hey?!" The perpetrators voice instantly thin. He shook the heavy head under his palm slightly. It felt like he was moving a bag of sand, no tension at all.

Then the hand gently put Sam's head back down and two fingers went for his carotic artery. The cattle prod fell to the floor with a dull thud, completely forgotten.

"Fuck!" Jumped out of the man's mouth. The glove was yanked from his dominant hand and he tried again. No sign of a heartbeat. Nothing.

"No no no no..." Panic highjacked the intimidator. The chain from the ceiling gave way, the limb body sank into his arms like a lifesize doll, of which the strings had been cut. He put Sam down, his back flat on the concrete floor, cuffed arms fell down, lifeless.

The man lost the other glove, ripped open Sam's shirt, starting by the hole, that was burned right in its middle. He overstretched his neck and breathed 2 puffs into Sam's mouth. His big hands went down to his middle of the fragile rib cage. Burned flesh under his palms, when he started CPR. "No no no. I'm sorry hummingbird."

Sweat from his frantic attempt to start the stopped heart working again and tears of despair mixed on his flushed face, dropping onto the pale chest of his victim.

2 more breaths for Sam and more chest compressions. A hectic hand grabbed for the cattle prod and pushed down in the same spot, where he had done it before. The electric impuls shot through the lifeless body, muscles spasming. More flesh burned. A testing hand to his neck, still no pulse. The kid's skin was cool and clammy, strains of hair stuck to his forehead, blood trickling down his ghostly pale cheek. "Kid" was a mere desperate discription of the grown man laying in front of him, while comparing their ages. He felt like he had just killed his son, despite their lack of relation.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." The man was mumbling to himself. "

He breathed for Sam again, his hands forcefully massaging the unmoving heart. Another attempt with the cattle prod. The kid's body jolted, 2 fingers to his artery.

A thud...

thud... thudthudthud, thud. His pulse was off, thready, but it was there.

An audible breath escaped the perpetrator and he sank down to his butt. Keeping his fingers on the neck to make sure for a bit longer.

A big hand brushed over the boy's sticky forehead and through his sweaty hair. The other palm finally left the young man's neck and touched his ribs all so gently.

The man lay down his face on the cool, slightly muscular but skinny body of his precious little mess. He was looking at Sam's unmoving face sideways: his jaw, his slightly bluish lips, stained with drops of blood, black lashes against pale skin and most importantly, his nostrals slighly moving. The ear on his clammy chest making sure, that his heart was really beating.

Hot tears connected with the young man's cold sweat. "I'm so sorry, my little hummingbird."

TBC

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determinedwriter · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023: Day 8: Outnumbered

“Ro…” Dad says nervously as enemies surround us.

“Dad?” I reply.

He gulps. “Fight like hell…and when you can…run.”

I turn my head enough to look at him, still focusing on the enemies as I do so. “You want me to leave you? We can call for backup. We can-”

“Aurora.” Uh oh, my full name. “I already have. You need to find Pepper. Go.”

I reluctantly nod. “I’ll see you soon. I’d better.”

“I’m not planning on dying,” Dad tells me.

Enemies block my path, forcing me to clear the way with bursts of fire from my hands. Hesitating against my better judgment, I turn to see how Dad is doing while I continue weaving through the bad guys.

“Keep going! I’ll see you soon, alright?!” He reassures me.

Focusing back on the task he’s given me, I run to find Pepper. Why can’t we have good things in this family? Why did things go so wrong so quickly?

Dad decided to take time off for once, taking me and Pepper on a vacation with him to a private beach house with its own pool. It was supposed to be a nice getaway until some ominous guys on a boat came to cause trouble.

We don’t even know who they are. We just know they’re out for blood. And so, our vacation is sadly cut short.

This is why we can’t have nice things.

It kills me to leave Dad to fight the rest of these guys, but I do have to make sure Pepper is okay. We got separated soon after the pirate wannabes showed up and I haven’t seen her since.

Searching the beach, I find Pepper hiding in a sailboat. “Pepper!”

She pulls me into the boat to hide, hugging me in relief. “Where’s your dad?”

“He’s still fighting those guys. He told me to run and find you.” I explain.

“We have to help him somehow. I managed to call for help, but they might take a while. And there’s so many of them…” Pepper insists.

“I want to help too, but what if you get hurt?” I ask.

She grins sadly. “You’re so sweet, Ro…we’ll work together.”

I hesitantly nod. “Be careful.”

Pepper kisses my cheek. “I’m supposed to tell you that.”

I grin bittersweetly. “Let’s go kick butt.”

Pepper and I run into the fight, Pepper using a paddle from one of their boats to hit some of these melee weapon wielding assholes while I hurl fire at everyone that tries to hurt me. “Stay back if you know what’s good for you!”

I lose track of Pepper sometime after that, soon finding her fighting side by side with Dad. I run to help them.

“Ro, duck!” Dad yells.

I duck down, narrowly avoiding a sharp blade that was seconds away from decapitating me. It makes me a little sick to think about it. Spinning around and crawling away on my hands and knees, I see Dad fire a repulsor blast to take the attacker down.

And just like that, every one of them is gone. “Thanks…” I say out of breath.

He helps me up and I hug him. “Is it over?”

Before he can even say a thing, It’s my turn to tell him to duck. “Behind you!’ I scream.

He turns around quickly but not quickly enough, the final intruder throwing a spear that Dad dodges, launching right into my stomach.

“No!” Pepper screams.

Dad looks down at himself after taking the man down, thinking she must mean him, confused to see he’s unharmed. “Pep, I’m-“

The breath is knocked out of him at the sight of me. “Ro.”

Catching me as I fall backward, Dad lowers me to the ground. “You’re alright. It’s alright.”

There’s a spear sticking out of my body. Nothing about this is alright. “Make sure there’s no more of them,” I say.

He nods. “Friday.”

“No enemies detected, boss.”

With that taken care of, Dad looks down at me with worried and slightly glassy eyes. He’s more afraid than he’s letting on, so I play along and let him believe everything’s fine, holding his hand and giving it a squeeze. “Dad…?”

He looks pretty consumed with his fear, Pepper kneeling beside me and talking to him. “Tony. Tony, hey.”

“We need to call for help.” He tells her, trying not to worry. “Pepper…”

“I already did.” Pepper replies. “I don’t know how long that’s going to take. Do we have anything at the house to help?”

“It’s ransacked, but it’s better to go there than to stay here,” Dad replies. “Ro, I need you to breathe. Okay? Breathe. Hold onto me. Real tight, okay?”

I nod. “Okay.”

“Okay, one…two…three.” He counts down and picks me up in a bridal carry, making me scream in pain. “GAAHHH! G-GOD!”

“I know, baby. I know. I know.” Dad tries to soothe me, carrying me to our beach home. We never really got the chance to enjoy it before we were attacked.

Dad lays me down on a bed while I hyperventilate in pain. “I can’t do this. Dad…Dad…Dad, p-please. I can’t d-do this.”

His hands are already covered in blood as he holds mine. “I know it hurts, but you gotta be strong. You’re being so strong, Ro. Keep your eyes open. Keep looking at me.”

Pepper grabs everything she can to stop the bleeding, Dad packing my wound with as many clean towels as possible. This hurts more than anything else, making me wail incessantly.

My screams cause him to become teary-eyed. “I know, I know, I know baby. I know. It’s alright. Keep breathing. Keep breathing, Ro.”

Becoming woozy as blood surrounds me, I whimper quieter and quieter. “Dad…” “I’m still here.” He replies.

“I love you.” I croak. “I love you…”

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s okay, kiddo. I love you too. I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Dad reassures me. “Don’t fall asleep. Don’t fall asleep. Hey…come on. Ro. Ro? Ro, open your eyes.”

I quickly fade, trying to do as he says. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry…”

“Babe, come on. Stay awake. Please. Oh God, please…”

The next time I open my eyes, I’m not in the beach house. I’m in a hospital and connected to machines and feeling both sore and tired. “Hey, mini Stark.”

I turn my head to see Dad. “Hi, umm…normal-sized Stark?”

He grins and brushes some hair out of my face. “How do you feel?”

“Just tired,” I reply.

“You’re gonna be alright.” He tells me.

“You look pale,” I observe.

“I donated some of my precious blood to you.” Dad jokes. “Lucky you.”

I chuckle. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world, aren’t I?”

We laugh a little before I take some time to rest, Dad never leaving my side.

And he promises to bring me on a vacation that doesn’t end in bloodshed.

That’ll be the day.

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actress4him · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 - Day 30 - The Shadow and The Brute

This bit of the hero/villain verse takes place in between the other two I've written this month - after Leave Me Alone and before Interrogation (both of which you can find on the masterlist!)

Bruno aka The Brute belongs to Izzy, who wrote most of his dialogue for this piece and helped come up with the idea for it.

Taglist: @painful-pooch , @sssunshinebreeze

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No. 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.” | Bridal Carry | “Not much longer...”

Contains: lady whump, supervillain whump, beating, broken ribs, mild blood, corporal punishment, talk of death, referenced parental abuse, brief self-deprecating thoughts, touch aversion, passing out

“What do you think you’re doing?”

Kamaria whirls around, heart lodging itself in her throat as soon as she hears Roderick’s voice. Swallowing past it, she gestures lamely toward the end of the alley where she’d been heading. “Going back to headquarters?”

He takes a couple of slow steps forward, eyes narrowed behind his mask. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t believe you finished your mission.”

She grits her teeth. This was bound to happen, she just thought she’d have until she got back to prepare herself for it. He’s never met her outside of headquarters like this before. “I couldn’t. Got stopped by The Brute.”

“He stopped you.” His voice is a dangerous growl now, and he storms forward until he’s looming over her. Kamaria refuses to back up. “Show me. Show me right this instant how, exactly, it is that he stopped you. Because it looks to me like you are standing upright, walking, even. I see no blood. I see no broken bones. And even if I did see those things, I know that I have trained you to take a lot more pain than that and keep going. So explain to me again why you’re on your way back without completing your mission, because I am sick and tired of hearing that The Brute stopped you while you are still alive and on your feet.”

This is going to end very badly. “Look, he’s…relentless.” Relentless in showing up, at least, making her life so much more difficult but somehow better at the same time. “I can tell when a fight isn’t going anywhere.” Mostly because neither of them want it to go anywhere. “I could show you the bruises he left on me, but I don’t really want to strip down in this alley and you probably wouldn’t be able to tell them from yours, anyway…”

The punch across her face is predictable. It was either that, or he grabbed her by her hair or throat, and she honestly prefers the punch. It whips her head to the side, but she stands firm.

“You don’t get to decide that ‘a fight isn’t going anywhere’. Your job is to make the fight go somewhere. All these times you’ve clashed with The Brute…he should be dead by now.”

He really should be. She’s had hundreds of opportunities to kill him, especially now when he’s decided it’s all just a game between the two of them.

But she can’t. He may be a hero, but he’s the only person in the whole world who treats her like a human being. She doesn’t want him dead.

“If I could, I would have! He’s too strong.”

“Then maybe we should just make you stronger, hm?”

That’s all the warning she gets. Roderick lays into her, slamming his fist into her face. She stumbles backwards a couple of steps, blood immediately pouring from her nose and reflexive tears stinging her eyes. He punches her again, and the taste of blood fills her mouth from a cut in her cheek.

Still, she keeps her arms down by her sides. She’s not allowed to fight back.

He switches to her stomach, instead, doubling her over after two hits, at which point he grabs her by the shoulders and throws her into the brick wall. It would be easy to just crumple to the ground. She’ll end up there eventually, anyway. But if she falls too early it makes him mad, he wants her to withstand it for as long as possible.

So she trips, and wavers, but straightens herself back up to face him. And the hits keep coming. By the time she does actually fall to her knees, she can’t take a breath, the alley is spinning in vicious circles around her, and her head feels like it’s being repeatedly stabbed. She does attempt to get back up, but he kicks her in the chest, knocking all the remaining oxygen from her lungs and bruising her spine against the wall.

Kamaria catches herself on her hands as she retches. Another kick sends her toppling over onto her side. Instinctively she wants to curl up, to protect her head and organs, but she has to stay limp and vulnerable, to let him do what he wants. He won’t kill her, anyway. He’ll drag her back after this, make her use her power to keep herself alive if he goes too far. It won’t change how much she hurts, though.

He targets one spot on her side, slamming his heel into it over and over until the ribs give way. Then he turns his attention to her legs, leaving bruises all up and down them, with a few more shots to the stomach in between.

Suddenly he pauses. Kamaria’s vision is too blurred to see what he’s doing, she can only hope that he’s done. Every breath rattles in her chest and sends pain shooting through her center. This is definitely one of the worst punishments she’s had in a while. The next few days are going to be horrible to deal with, especially if her father still insists on sending her out on assignments.

Seconds pass, then Roderick delivers one more swift kick to her knee before his footsteps hurry away. He…didn’t take her with him. She lifts her head, just barely, trying to blink away the fog and see where he went without success. Is he just…leaving her here? Does he want her dead, after all? Or is this some kind of test, to see if she can make it back on her own?

She allows herself a quiet groan as she drops her head back to the ground, but cuts it off and tenses up as more footsteps approach. A figure hovers over her for a moment before crouching down. She tries and fails not to flinch as their hands reach toward her.

“Shadow. Oh, no…”

Wait, she recognizes that voice.

“It’s okay, it’s me, Brute.” A string of curses spills from his lips. “Okay okay, we need to get you help.”

No. No, that’s the last thing she needs, all of this happened to start with because she and Brute are too attached, because she can’t just kill him and he refuses to hurt her. If she doesn’t get back to headquarters right now, she’s going to be in even worse trouble.

She shifts, trying to get her arms underneath her so she can sit up. Everything in her body throbs with the movement. “‘m fine. Don’…don’ need help. Gotta…get back.”

“Don’t try to get up!” His hands grip her shoulders, and she jerks backwards away from him. She lands on her back, vision going black as pain erupts in her skull.

Brute’s voice is muffled, barely filtering past her own harsh breathing. “Shadow…keep your eyes on me.” He swears again. “This isn’t good. Okay, I don’t care about the code right now.”

He’s touching her again, but she can’t pull away this time. He moves too quickly and decisively, sliding one arm beneath her knees and the other under her shoulders and lifting her off the ground far too easily. Kamaria bites back a gasp. Her head is swimming with both panic and pain. Her cheek is resting against his shoulder and the proximity makes her skin crawl, but she can’t seem to lift it up. All she manages is slapping at him weakly with one hand.

“No, no, don’...don’ touch me…gotta…go back…”

“Your ribs are broken…at the very least! You can’t make it back on your own.” He’s running with her in his arms, and every step jostles her injuries. “Look, you got to trust me for once. I…I won’t lose you.”

It isn’t that she doesn’t trust him. She shouldn’t trust him, he’s a hero, but that’s not something she can even fully grasp right now, much less worry about. She knows he’s trying to help, but he doesn’t understand that she’s suffocating from being held, and that every second she spends away from headquarters is more pain she’ll experience later. And how can she explain that to him? She can’t even tell him that there’s a villain’s guild without signing her own death warrant, much less that she’s said guild’s favorite punching bag.

She wouldn’t, even if she could. She’d rather he never know how pathetic she actually is.

“Fought you with…broken ribs…before.” Also with fresh whip lashes, and with a broken arm. It’s the only argument she can think of at the moment, but she knows it won’t do any good, not now that Brute has his mind set on something.

“I know you have.” He pulls her even closer to himself. “I won’t remove the mask. I swear on it. I got a healer that can patch you up in no time. Then you can go back.”

No, that won’t work. If she comes back miraculously healed…besides the fact that he doesn’t need to be bringing other heroes into this. “...get in trouble.”

“Me or you?”

Her breath catches as he stops suddenly to look around a corner. It feels like there’s a knife stuck between her ribs.

“Both.” Wait, no, she can’t tell him that she’ll get in trouble. “You’re a hero. Can’t…help me.”

Thankfully, he doesn’t seem to notice her slip up. “I don’t care what I am and what you are. You’re a person that’s hurt. I’m not letting you die. Over my dead body.”

Before she can argue that she’s not about to die, they’re at his car. Or at least she assumes, since he’s bending down and opening a car door to put her inside.

“‘m gonna get blood on your seats.”

“So what? They don’t matter to me.” He maneuvers her through the door and into the passenger seat, and Kamaria somehow manages to keep from making any pained noises while he does so. Opening the back door, he rummages around for a moment, returning with a towel that he throws over her lap like a blanket. Then he runs around to the other side of the car and dives into the driver’s seat.

“Shouldn’t…be doing this.” She shouldn’t be letting him. She should be opening the door, throwing herself out of the car if that’s what it takes. If the villains find out that a hero helped her, she’ll be in so much trouble. If the hero guild finds out he helped her, she can’t imagine they’ll be happy with him. And if the villains decide to go after the man who did it, she’ll never forgive herself.

“Stop worrying. I’m gonna get you help.”

The car is moving, every jolt and curve resounding through her body. She clutches the edge of the cloth seat until her knuckles ache. Brute punches buttons on his console, and a phone begins ringing, echoing loudly through the car.

“They’re gonna…hate you. Not supposed to help me. What if…what if the guild finds out…or…or the media?” It’s getting harder to talk, her face starting to swell up more in various places.

“No one is going to find out about this.” A woman’s voice comes through the speakers, and Brute rushes to reply. “Patches. I need you. I need you so bad.”

Kamaria lets her eyes drift shut, too dizzy to keep watching the scenery speed past. “They’ll find out,” she mumbles to herself. “Always find out…”

Brute and the woman are arguing, voices raised, but they’re drifting in and out of Kamaria’s focus. A hand rests on her leg, and she tenses all over. It just lays there, though. It doesn’t squeeze, doesn’t hit, doesn’t hurt her in any way. Oddly, it’s…slightly comforting, despite the way her skin seems to shrivel underneath it at first.

“Hang in there, Shadow.” His voice sounds like it’s coming from very far away. “Not much longer now.”

Kamaria stops fighting the darkness that’s been trying to claim her, allowing herself to sink deeply into it.

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just-shapes-and-sweaters · 2 years

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system-error404-notfound · 2 years

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Note to self: be more careful when standing up

#almost passed out lmao #I don’t think I’ve ever dropped to the floor so fast #realized what was going on and went #OOP NOPE-#passing out tw

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snakes-on-skates · 3 months

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i hate feeling faint i hate fainting i hate passing out i hate it so much its the worst sensation in the world its distracting and it makes me nervous and it makes me scared and theres no immediate remedy so i just have to lay there hoping it goes away hoping i dont pass out i hate it i hate it i hate it

and i ran out of my supplements so long ago and my mom still hasnt bought any more so its been getting worse again im gonna kill someone

#vent #ig #fainting tw #passing out tw

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protectxthem · 9 months

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@parameddic asked: “Can you hear me?” God, no, please, no, he couldn't -- he couldn't. He just couldn't. So Dad was gonna have to wake up 'cause TK couldn't do this without him (his hands scrambled, either side of Owen's face, then at his neck, searching for a pulse), "Dad, wake up. Come on. Dad!"

HARD-TO-FIND HURT / COMFORT SENTENCE STARTERS. | Accepting

Owen had been doing so well since his last chemotherapy treatment for his lung cancer so moving around the house with no help from Tk felt nice. He must've moved too fast or something because the next thing he knew he was feeling a wave of nausea wash over him.

He grasped at the wall as he slid down to his knees and then fell to the ground as he passed out. He could faintly hear TK asking if Owen could hear him before he fully passed out. He couldn't respond even though he wanted to. Owen faintly felt the hands on either side of his face, then at his neck. There was a pulse, it was weak but it was there.

#parameddic #Captain Smoke Eater (Owen Strand)#passing out tw #nausea tw #cancer tw #lung cancer tw #(if you want something different let me know)

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howlsnteeth · 20 days

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24/05/2022

#i write phrases and poems and shit and have dozens of them tucked away. went through them the other day and this one stood out to me #i'm doing fine sometimes it's just good to doodle something conceptually very sad #alluding of abuse etc. also this was within the month my dog passed away so i was going through it #also i'm working on like a bigger cotl project which is taking a whileeee sorry #artists on tumblr #digital art #pixel art #vent art #canine kin #canine therian #abuse tw

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booksandothersecrets · 1 month

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Thinking about this for ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and

#i wish i could tell you that i wasn’t legitimately crying just from rereading that quite #quote*#gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #harrowhark nonagesimus #gideon nav #tamsyn muir #the locked tomb #tlt #griddlehark #do NOT even get me started on the follwing part #if i think too hard about you are my only friend i am undone without you i will pass out #tw killing #tw death

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its-my-whump · 7 months

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Whumptober 06

No. 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”

You don't need to read the whole story. Every day can stand for its own. And that poor soul has to suffer through every single one of them, I promise!

Hummingbird 06

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...He screamed from the top of his lungs. His heart wanted to jump out of his chest in painful jumbling beats. His arms felt like dead weight, his legs giving in. The torture stopped. Little electric impulses still on their way to leave him and slowly his world turned black.

His mind floated away to a point in time roughly 2 days ago.

...

"You don't need to come in tomorrow, Cooper."

Sam was dumbstruck and just stared back. More satisfaction in Harolds eyes. "We're letting you go."

...

'Yeah, he had lost his job! He had lost his job?'

Frantically Sam sucked in oxygen, as he suddenly came too again. 'What just happened? He was at work and now he was... strung up? Where was he?'

A firm slap to his face and he unfortunately remembered, that he had been drugged in the club, where he had tried to drown that shitty day. 'So he HAD actually lost his job.'

His mind was back and his body finally realised, that he was currantly being tortured by this freak, that was now and again calling him a fucking hummingbird.

Before he could get a complete picture of his situation again, the cattle prod was jammed into his other calf. His legs jumped again. He jerked in his restains. The pull on his wrists let him think, his arms were being seperated from his burning body. As if on queue his agitated left arm was also regarding his attention.

His heartbeat actually hurt with every frantic thud. His body was violently trembling, chains rettling loudly. But he could hardly hear his own screams above the rushing in his ears.

The buzzing stopped, his body was still slightly thrembling. Sam's head had lolled forward, too heavy to lift it again. Sweat was dripping from his face. His eyes closed and he tried very hard to keep conscious.

"So, now will you be my good little hummingbird again or do we have to go another round?" The voice was almost cheerish, but there was an undefinable edge at the end of his question. If Sam hadn't been too out of it, he would have almost mistaken it for some kind of plea. But his mind was playing tricks, despite his own blood rushing in his ears was muting the outside world almost beyond recognition.

Sam could hardly breath, even less speak, but he wouldn't barge. Gravity and limb muscles kept him hanging in his restrains, but he wouldn't give this creep the satisfaction of winning. His head was lifted slowly by the man's gloved hand, tears of pain and drops of sweat glistening on his cheeks. Sam's glacy eyes fixated onto his perpetrator. "Nee-ver. Sooo go'on... Aand s-s-eee. You jj-st made my pp-oin-t, mm-ister fuuckfac..."

The cattle prod was jammed right into the old scar above his heart. The man was furiously screaming at him.

"So, it's DO or DIE for you! YES? But YOU’ll never make me! Because the world will never EVER take my HEART! So, I'll just have to make you understand then! YES HUMMINGBIRD?"

The fizzling electrodes burning the cotton of Sam's sweat soaked shirt. His heart was surely ripped apart from the inside out right now. The pain was unbearable. The smell of burning flesh reached his nose. Another flash of white agony, like someone just pushed a gleaming knife right through his heart and the world stopped.

TBC

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yangjeongin · 8 months

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HYUNJIN | 230908 (for @jinniebit )

#hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #stray kids #bystay #createskz #malegroupsnet #a9gifs #flashing tw #*ccarly #*gif #*hyunjin #*carly:hyunjin #think i almot passed out making this #a new hyunjin of all time....?#*hits

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uncanny-tranny · 2 months

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I think respecting trans people comes with a territory of like... just because many people will pass as cis doesn't mean that it's a great idea to use their passing as a way of legitimizing how absurd transphobia is

Transphobia isn't absurd because I "look like a [cis] man," it's because transphobia is fucking ridiculous. It would be ridiculous whether or not I passed or whether I look like a "conventional man." I use myself as an example, but ultimately, passing or appearing normative should never play into whether or not transphobia is bad.

#trans #transgender #lgbt #lgbtq #ftm #mtf #nonbinary #transphobia #transphobia tw #like sometimes you do have to meet people where they are if you're trying to convince them to change their mind #but it does feel weird when people only have 'but she looks like a woman!!!' as a way to delegitimize the transphobia somebody would face...#...in that example would it suddenly be okay if the transphobia that trans woman* faced couldn't be defended because people didn't...#...~think she looked like a woman~#for me at least i don't think it's a sustainable strategy to rely on one's passing/percieved passing to legitimize transness...#...or to point out how ridiculous transphobia is...#...you know transphobia does a good enough job of making a fool of itself without us almost... stooping down to their level

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thewhumpcaretaker · 1 month

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🤍 Shock in Whump 🤍

The cause leading up to the shock - blood loss, panic attack, a sudden traumatic event.

The intensified feeling of softness. Everything feels soft, even metal. It's like being on a cloud.

Uncontrollable shaking.

Hyperventilation.

So cold. Everything is so cold.

Whumpee looks frighteningly pale.

Caretaker feeling the dangerous speed of whumpee's pulse.

Caretaker keeping whumpee warm with body heat.

Caretaker covering whumpee's eyes to block out light because overstimulation can make it worse.

Whumpee passing out from shock.

That sickly sweet, heady, half-numb feeling that's almost pleasant yet so unpleasant and settles deep in the bones.

A deep, extreme longing to be held and comforted.

Laughing in a strange, airy voice as everything goes distant.

Also, while writing this post, I learned that there are multiple types of shock, including distributive, hypovolemic, cardiogenic, and obstructive shock, according to the NIH. Hypovolemic is what I was picturing, but they're all full of potential.

#whumplr #whump prompts #whump tropes #whump ideas #whump writing #tw shock #whump shock #passing out

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egg-on-a-legg · 11 months

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finally after 9 weeks of on and off work. hate monologue animatic. collapses

heres some of my concept sketches for this version of am!

#i have no mouth and i must scream #i have no mouth #ihnmaims #allied mastercomputer #am ihnmaims #ted ihnmaims #audio gore #audio gore tw #injury #injury tw #anyway. passes out for the next month #animategg #eggsdraws

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untoldstar · 1 year

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yandere boss when you find another job

warning: fem reader, yandere themes, obsessive behavior, abuse of power

At first, he notices a change in your demeanor, you do as you're told but you don't engage with him as much as you used to, the conversations you two had felt quite..personal to him, you two would talk in his office where no one would overhear or interfere, you even had inside jokes that only you two would understand, it felt special to him, so when conversations with you wouldn't go past five sentences alarms started going off in his head, did he say something to upset you? has one of your co-workers been bothering you? just tell him he can take care of it in the blink of an eye! it's not like it would be the first time he's done that for you. Perhaps your workload has been too exhausting? he'll happily give you a vacation if it means you'll treat him how you used to

This man reflects for a whole day to make he didn't upset you in any way, he gives you simple errands and prolongs your breaks but that only seems to spark even more of an unpleasant emotion in you, he replays all the security cameras in the office to see if someone has been harassing you which doesn't turn out to be the case but it does lead him to notice you being on the phone more often than usual and his mind immediately goes south, has she gotten a boyfriend? when? how have I not noticed this..

He backtracks all your calls to find out who you've been talking with so he can deal with them properly but he finds that most of your calls have been with another company..what would you need from another company? a job application? you were planning on leaving him?!

He becomes so paranoid, he goes to every length possible, he makes everyone in the office guilt trip you into staying with comments on how work would suck if you weren't there, how they would have a crisis every week if you weren't there to handle it quickly and swiftly every time, just what would they do without you?

He almost goes as far as giving you a bad reputation in the company you were planning on applying to when it finally happened..

You walking into his office with the most serious face you've had since he hired you, he listens to you utter the words "I'm resigning" from your beautiful soft lips and the rest is turning into muffled mumbles in his brain because the only thing he's thinking of is locking you both in his office forever where he can keep his eye on you, where you can't run away from him.

You finish the speech you so clearly prepared and exhaled while looking at him expectantly, guilt written all over your face, he doesn't say anything for a few seconds, the silence filling up his spacious office until it's broken with a deep chuckle, your shoulders slump down, that definitely wasn't the reaction you were expecting, he rises from his chair and starts to make his way around the desk to where your standing, the sound of his hitting the floor with every step only makes you more nervous "what could you possibly want from another company love? everything you need is right here!" you shift your weight to step back "I..well I already told you why-" he steps closer invading your space "ah yes you mentioned it but that's simply not good enough, see, all the reasons you've mentioned I can take care of I still fail to see why you would go searching for that somewhere else, could it be me you're escaping?" you're eyes blow wide "no! of course not..look, sir, I'm sorry but even though I know you're fully capable of providing me with what I'm searching for but I've already decided..working with you has been-" you jolt as he slams his hand on the desk trapping you against it, his head hangs low for a second before he lifts it and your heart skips a beat at the look in his eyes, you've never seen him look at you that way the entire time you've worked here " ah..your behavior over the past two weeks makes sense now, you were too guilty to act the way you usually do because you knew it was special too! and you just couldn't bring yourself to do that when you were planning on leaving..oh you sweet little thing, it must have been so hard to act so cold towards someone so special to you but alas, your efforts are in vain because you're not going anywhere my love.."

#yandere boss #yandere boss x reader #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere blog #yandere character #male yandere #yandere boss headcanon #I should be sleeping #inspiration comes when you're abt to pass out ig lol #yandere fanfiction #I lowkey hate this TT #tw yandere #fem reader

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