#separated

[whumpster-dumpster]

"So...now that you're back on your feet, I guess that means you'll be going soon..."

"Oh. Yeah. I guess so."

"..."

"Ask me to stay. Please."

#whump #whump prompt #writing prompt #aftermath #recovery #caretaking #bonding #separated #dialogue prompt

[play-my-game]

#Blindfold #Ball gag #Isolated patience #Going out #Separated

[shadowxamyweek]

What ARE your thoughts on the whole Shadow/Amy thing, Rouge?

[Rouge sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose as Amy seems to try and vanish into the couch.] Rouge:... Why are you so embarrassed? (¬‿¬) Amy: I'm not! Rouge: Well, you're acting like it. Amy: (ﾒ`ﾛ´) Well, I'm not. [Rouge cocks an eyebrow. Amy looks away.] Amy: I'm- honestly, I'm probably the happiest I've been in a long time. Not that I wasn't happy before! Please don't think that! And even though I'm also super nervous about everything, this... still makes me really happy. Rouge: Well, good! I hope it would! Amy: You're not upset? Rouge: Why would I be? Amy: I was kinda worried... you'd think the worst. Rouge: What, that this was a rebound? You don't get Sonic, so you go for 'Sonic 2.0'? [Amy flinches. There's a pause.] Rouge: ...No, sugar, I don't think that in the least. As concerned as I am for the two of you, I am happy for you. Amy: Really? Rouge: Yes. Amy: ...Rouge? Rouge: Yeah? Amy: How long did I keep Shadow waiting? Rouge: ◔_◔ Years. Amy: Oh... I was afraid I was right about that, and here we are. [Rouge shrugs.] Rouge: Couldn't be helped. Trust me, I tried. [Amy lets her face fall into her hands with a groan.]

#AskAmy #AskRouge #rouge the bat #amy rose #shadamy #anon #ask #separated

[whumperofworlds]

A captured Whumpee trying to break out of their cell. They punched the bars, hoping to break through them, only to hurt themself to the point their knuckles began to bleed.

But they didn't care. They had to escape. They had to find Caretaker.

#whump #whump prompt #whumpee #captured #cell #blood #separated

[in-tenebris-et-in-solitudine]

#missingyou #longdistance #faraway #separated #love #distancemakesheartgrowfonder #countingdownthedays #cantwaittoseeyouagain #loveofmylife #travel #photography #art #quotes #spilled thoughts #aesthetic

[omgiamwish]

Whumptober 2022 Day 26 - Separated

#whumptober2022 #no.26 #separated #rottmnt #art #tmnt #tmnt 2018 #leonardo #donatello #raphael #michelangelo #fan art #artists on tumblr

[imbeccable-writes]

no I won't shut up about it actually. there's no greater compliment than knowing someone continues to think about something I've written after closing the tab. even knowing people reread separated from time to time because they loved it so much is just mind-boggling to me, not because I haven't done that to other stories in the past, but that I never thought anyone would do that for my stories. Like I don't know how to impart upon you guys just how much each and every one of you guys, with your wonderful comments and asks and art have uplifted me and inspired me and motivated me not just in finishing Separated, but even with my more recent stories. You guys made me really and truly believe I was a good writer, a great one, because I did not think that before. And I never once thought anyone would leave my stories where I put my blorbos into situations for funsies being impacted or affected at all. The fact that some of you still think about it? Will talk about it with your friends? It is simply mind boggling to me. And I can't thank you all enough for the love and support you've given my sad little story.

TLDR; crying screaming throwing up etc etc

#im deceaded and disintegrated thank you for your time #separated #animaniacs #bec speaks #twma

[der-gorgonaut]

// getrennt //

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by Georg Nickolaus

#photographers on tumblr #separated #stairs #architecture #entrance #architecture photography #borders #artists on tumblr #travel photography #original photographers

[one-piece-aus]

Hello, if your requests are still open for the remaining days of whumptober, can I ask for Rosinante and Day 26: No One Left Behind? Thank you!

Why yes, they are open! Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy! ^-^

Whumptober Day 26

Rosinante x Reader

"What's taking them so long?" you wondered out loud to yourself, hanging your head back at looking at the snowy clouds.

Your husband had instructed you and Law to stay on the boat but the boy couldn't sit still and wait. Maybe you should've gone with Rosinante to retrieve the fruit. No, you would've just gotten in his way. The fellow may be clumsy, however, give him a stealth mission and he sneaks with skills rivalling a ninja. You smirk at the thought, that's your hubby for ya.

"It shouldn't be taking them this long." You frown glancing back at the island. "The navy's here, at least I thought I spotted them earlier. Maybe that's why they're taking forever to get here."

You scan the waters, searching for any ship nearby, but the snow made it difficult to gaze at anything further than sixty feet. You huff and fold your arms, crossing your legs over the other, that's when your sense of temperature registers in your brain. You were freezing playing the sitting duck.

You pulled your coat closer together as chills shook your body. You never quite minded the cold in the North Blue, but that was because Rosi had been at your side to warm you up. It's one of your favourite affections you share, and the smiles you shared with each other warmed your hearts. There's no other you'd rather walk through the icy north with, even when he had to go undercover.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"No no no no, you're not doing this operation on your own!" You opposed, waving your spoon at him.

"[Y/n], I have to do this on my own," Rosinante told you, lowering his spoon. "It's my brother, I... I want to reason with him, get him to side with us. I don't want him to end up in prison like every other pirate, he's my brother... and I don't want to betray him, he would never forgive me if I arrested him."

"That's why I'm coming with you," you stated after swallowing a spoon full of boiled cabbage. "You're bound to slip up if you're on your own. Besides, I don't want to sleep alone at night, you know how cold it gets."

"I would be shivering non-stop without you," Rosinante smiled, pulling you in for a side hug.

=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

"That's it! I'm going to look for the two myself," you declared and climbed out of the boat.

Treading through the snowy train, you scan the area for the two. Worry swirled countless thoughts in your mind. What if they went back already? What if Corazon got hurt and that's why they weren't back yet? What if they ran into trouble? The questions feasted on your anxiety. You couldn't hear your body's senses over the noise in your head. Fortunately, your reflexes kicked in and you jumped back just in time when a large spiderweb came down in front of you.

Eyes widen, you felt your breath leave your body, and your heart scrambled. An island-sized birdcage stood before you. There's only one who could wield string like this, only one capable of crafting it in such a way. 

Doflamingo's here.

"ROSINANTE!"

#whumptober2022 #no. 26 #no one left behind #separated #one piece #whump fic #whump fanfiction #one piece x reader #one piece scenario #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #donquixote rosinante #one piece rosinante #rosinante x reader #rosinante #corazón #one piece corazon #corazon x reader #donquixote corazon #corazon #no 26 #requested

[whumpster-dumpster]

hi! could you possibly do a list of prompts for an angsty reunion but being forbidden to talk/otherwise contact each other? thanks!

"I'm not sending you away! They can't make me."

"No, please! Please don't go, I just got you back!"

"I've missed you too much to lose you again now."

"Please, just give me enough time to say goodbye!"

"One of us has to go...I'd rather it be me than you."

"We'll see each other again, I swear, I'll find a way."

"We've waited this long...We can wait a little longer."

"I don't care what anyone says, I'm not leaving you!"

"You have to figure out how to be happy on your own."

"How am I supposed to go back to being without you?"

"How is being kept apart 'for our own good'?! The only good thing in my life is you!"

#whump #whump prompts #dialogue prompts #unhappy reunion #separated #loneliness #angst #answered ask #the-almond-and-the-apple

[play-my-game]

#Body writing #Clamps #Good answer #Going out #Separated #mtg

[shadowxamyweek]

ROUGE! ROUGE THEY KISSED! ROUGE THEY KIIIIIIIISSED!!!

Rouge: WHAT? [She whips around to yell into the depths of the apartment.] Rouge: OMEGA! OMEGA, GET OVER HERE! [Omega trundles into the room.] Rouge: I know you were taking pictures at the party- Omega: You cannot prove that. Rouge: Whatever. Did you happen to get any pictures of Shadow and Amy? Specifically any pictures of them kissing? [There's silence. Omega slowly rotates their hands in thought.] Omega: Why do you ask? Rouge: I want a copy! Obviously! Omega: What are you willing to give for it? Rouge: Oh come on! Can't you just do me a favor just this once and give it to me? Omega: Negative. I have lost our wager. I must make up my failure in other ways. Did you or did you not teach me to charge for that which others want of me? [Rouge clicks her tongue, crossing her arms as she taps her foot in contemplation.] Rouge: ... What do you want for it? Omega: What are you willing to give? Rouge: No, I want an idea of what you want first. Omega: I will not inadvertently offer a low estimate of my work. Establish what you are willing to give first. Rouge: I've got a paper note worth fifty rings in my wallet. That good enough? Omega: ... I wish to also go to a Hotwheels Monstertruck Live show. Rouge: I told you before, we don't live anywhere near where those would be happening! Omega: It is the fifty-ring note and the Hotwheels Monstertruck Live show. That is what I want. If you want the photo that I have, you will pay the cost. [Rouge tosses her hands in the air, rolling her eyes as she does so. She grabs a used envelope from the kitchen counter and a pen, hastily scribbling the agreement down before digging out her wallet and retrieving the note. She thrusts both at Omega.] Rouge: Okay. Gimmie. [Omega lets out a high monotone note of joy. They tuck the money and the contract into their chassis before producing a single black and white photo.]

[Rouge grins, reaching for her phone as she examines the picture.] Rouge: Worth it.

(Of course, I also did it in colour.)

Background found HERE posted by @pepperspoppies

Amy and Shadow adventure style sprites found on Spriter's Resource

Put together in Paint.Net

#shadamy #AskRouge #rouge the bat #AskOmega #e 123 omega #SonicCharacterAsk #anon #ask #countdown #team dark #sonic co. #separated

[atths--twice]

Pause

A separation. A new place to live. Life moves on… but hearts don’t always get the message.

Like many people this past year, I’ve become completely immersed in Taylor Swift’s music. So many songs fit MSR so perfectly, it’s hard to not write a story based on each one. ❤️

I hope you enjoy this story. 💔❤️

February 20, 2015

“Oh, a new address? How exciting!” the administrative assistant said, her voice far too happy and bubbly for Scully. “Moving can be difficult and tiring but it also can be so beneficial, you know? Clean slate and all that?”

“Hmm,” Scully hummed, looking down at the desk.

“Well, I’ve got your address changed here. Is the phone number still the same?”

Scully looked up and met her eyes, annoyance rising at the happy smile on her face.

“Yes. It’s the same,” Scully said softly as her gaze fell to the desk again.

“Perfect. Well, everything is all set. Thank you, Doctor Scully.”

“Yeah. You’re welcome. Thanks,” Scully said with a nod as she turned and walked from the hospital’s office.

She frowned as she continued to the parking garage and got into her car. Waiting for a moment to let it warm up, she thought about what the woman had said.

“A clean slate,” she whispered almost angrily, shaking her head as tears filled her eyes.

Drawing in a deep breath, she looked around and wiped her face, not wanting to be seen crying in her car and gaining the attention of her colleagues.

She left the garage and drove to the apartment she had moved into two weeks ago. Parking in her designated spot, she took the elevator to the third floor and walked down the hall.

A clean slate, she thought as she stepped inside and closed the door, locking it behind her. Dropping her keys onto the small table, she shook her head as she looked around the room.

A small stack of boxes sat waiting to be unpacked. Laundry filled a tall basket, desperately needing to be washed. The furniture she had ordered needed to be unboxed and put together. The new mattress was leaning against the wall, still wrapped in plastic.

Since moving in, she had been sleeping on the couch covered in a blanket she had taken off the bed when she left. It smelled like home and using it was equal parts comforting and painful.

The plain white set of dishes and nondescript cutlery had been set on the counter and opened to remove only one of each item, the rest of the box remaining unpacked.

Every time she had come home, the thought of doing anything beyond what was absolutely necessary had made her feel tired, sad, and overwhelmed.

This was not a happy move or a chance for the clean slate that had been mentioned. This was a separation from the man she loved, an uprooting from her home, and she hated it.

All of it.

She hated the sterile smell of the apartment, as well as the layout of it, the color of the walls, and the way the bathroom handle squeaked when she turned on the water despite her many attempts to fix it.

But what she hated the most, was being alone after living with someone for so long.

The silence around her felt so heavy and pressing at times, it made her want to scream. It felt suffocating and sometimes she had to open all the windows, to let the cold winter air in, causing her to shiver as she took in deep breaths to calm herself.

“I can’t keep living this way. I have to take care of it,” she said determinedly, wiping away the tears she had not realized she had been crying. “No more excuses.”

She changed into a pair of black leggings and one of Mulder’s old gray shirts that she had taken with her when she left. Pulling her hair up, she came back into the living room and picked up the laundry basket.

Once the first load had been started, she picked up her phone and opened her music streaming app and selected a mellow music station, not wanting anything too upbeat or peppy as it did not fit her current mood.

Boxes were moved and placed in the corresponding rooms. She unpacked the dishes, filling the dishwasher to run through a cycle.

Getting her small toolbox from the hall closet, she went into the bedroom to begin putting together the furniture, starting with the nightstands.

Sitting down on the floor, unbidden tears filled her eyes as she remembered buying similar items with Mulder when they had worked to fill the empty house. How they had yelled when tempers were short, but laughed it off later. They would eat dinner on the porch steps, the wind cooling them off and restoring their spirits.

It had been chaotic and stressful at times, but they had a home. A place to call their own where they could put down roots and not have the worry of always watching their backs.

But even a home, their place of security, could not keep out the darkness of the past. It had swallowed them slowly, him more than her, and now…

She shook her head and wiped her eyes, breathing brokenly through her nose as she attempted to stop crying.

“Stop,” she admonished herself. “Stop. You made the right decision. You did. It just… it hurts so fucking much.” Covering her face with her hands, she stopped trying to fight the tears and her shoulders shook with sobs.

When she was able to slow her tears, she got up to blow her nose in the bathroom and then rinsed her face. Drying off with a towel, she let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes.

“Come on,” she whispered and nodded her head. “Get this done.”

Checking the laundry, she transferred it to the dryer and then started the next load. Back in the bedroom, she finished the first nightstand and had the second one put together even quicker.

The bed frame was next and as she cleared away the mess from the nightstand boxes, she sighed, knowing this task would take longer. As she opened the box and started to lay out the many pieces, a song began to play on her phone. A soft guitar and piano melody that immediately drew her attention, though she did not know why as it was not something she recognized.

I still remember the look on your face Lit through the darkness at 1:58 The words that you whispered for just us to know You told me you loved me So why did you go away?

Away

“Oh,” she breathed, her eyes closing as the words hit her and caused her heart to ache.

I do recall now the smell of the rain Fresh on the pavement, I ran off the plane That July ninth, the beat of your heart It jumps through your shirt I can still feel your arms

But now I'll go Sit on the floor wearing your clothes All that I know is I don't know How to be something you miss

Her eyes flew open as she looked down at Mulder’s shirt, clutching it in her hands as tears filled her eyes again.

I never thought we'd have a last kiss Never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips

Staring straight ahead, she let out a deep breath, her grip on his shirt not slackening.

I do remember the swing of your step The life of the party, you're showing off again And I'd roll my eyes and then you'd pull me in I'm not much for dancing, but for you, I did

Because I love your handshake, meeting my father I love how you walk with your hands in your pockets How you'd kiss me when I was in the middle of sayin’ something There's not a day I don't miss those rude interruptions

She cried bitterly as she remembered dancing with him in so many random places, his hand pulling her close as he hummed an unknown tune, not caring who saw them.

And the times he would stop her with a kiss when she was attempting to dissuade his crazy theories or when they argued about who was supposed to have taken out the trash that day or any other trivial thing that did not need to escalate to an argument.

And I'll go Sit on the floor wearing your clothes All that I know is I don't know How to be something you miss I never thought we'd have a last kiss Never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips

“Oh, Mulder,” she cried, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around them as she bent her head and cried.

So I'll watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep And I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe And I'll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are Hope it's nice where you are

And I hope the sun shines and it's a beautiful day And something reminds you you wish you had stayed You can plan for a change in the weather and time But I never planned on you changing your mind

She raised her head and sniffled, the guilt over leaving him nearly crushing her. She wiped her eyes, wondering how he was doing all alone in their empty house.

So I'll go Sit on the floor wearing your clothes All that I know is I don't know How to be something you miss I never thought we'd have a last kiss Never imagined we'd end like this Your name, forever the name on my lips Just like our last kiss

Forever the name on my lips Forever the name on my lips Just like our last

A pause of silence and then a new song began to play, completely unaware that she had been left feeling gutted by the previous simple, but poignant lyrics. She stared without seeing, her mind recalling too many memories.

Go home. Go back. Leave this apartment and everything within it, she thought. Just go. You’d be there in thirty minutes. Twenty if you drove really fast.

“I can’t,” she whispered.

Yeah, you can.

“I can’t,” she said more forcefully, angrily wiping away her tears. “This is what we needed. This is… right. It’s… right.”

But is it?

“Yes,” she nodded, her resolve stronger as she sniffled again and let out a long breath. “We were breaking. One of us had to…”

But aren’t you broken now?

“Shut up. Just stop,” she said as she started to cry again, her face back in her arms.

Quieting a few minutes later, she lifted her head and slowly stood to her feet, her limbs tingling.

She blew her nose and rinsed her face again. Staring at herself in the bathroom mirror as she dried her face, she nodded and went back into the bedroom, determination pushing her to finish her tasks.

When the bedroom furniture had been completed, the mattress added and the bed made, she stepped into the shower and washed away the tears and sweat she had shed over the past few hours.

Dressed in pajama pants and another one of Mulder’s shirts, her hair wrapped up in a towel, she turned on the kettle to make some tea. Staring at her phone as she waited for the water to warm, she debated whether or not to call and check up on him.

They had not spoken since she left, his anger and hurt combined with her stubbornness and her own hurting had left them out of contact.

But tonight…

She really wanted to hear his voice. To know he was alright.

To know if he even missed her.

She unlocked her phone and dialed his number before she could think and talk herself out of it. Her heart raced as it began to ring and she let out a silent breath.

One. Two. Three. Four.

This is Fox Mulder. Leave a message. I won’t promise that I’ll call you back, but… you can still leave it.

Mulder, you can’t—

Beeeeeep.

She froze, silently sitting there as she remembered the day two years ago when he had recorded his outgoing message. She had interrupted with a laugh just before he had stopped recording it. Playing it back, he had grinned and declared it to be perfect.

“No one ever calls me, except you,” he had said as she protested, telling him to record it again. “If anyone does, then perhaps it will give them a chuckle to hear two people bickering like an old married couple.”

“Except for the fact that we’re not married,” she had pointed out.

“A fact which they will not be aware of unless it’s someone from our past. And if it is, well…” He had shrugged as he stood up from the table, putting his phone in his pocket.

“Well, what?” she had asked, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows.

“It will seem like old times,” he had finished, grinning as he walked over and wrapped his arms around her. “Mulder and Scully arguing over something once again, even though he’s right ninety nine percent of the time.”

“Ninety nine percent? Not a hundred?” she had asked, smiling as she uncrossed her arms, placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him.

“Yeah. A hundred percent seems too high, ergo…”

“So that last tenth of a point changes everything?”

“Absolutely,” he had said and she had laughed when he kissed her, swaying them slowly.

How many times had she heard that recording, rolling her eyes as she called to tell him she was going to the store or that she needed to stop on the way home and pick up her dry cleaning? It had always made her laugh, but now it felt like a knife through her heart.

How could she have forgotten about it?

Hearing herself there when they were happy was a pain she had not anticipated enduring when she decided to call.

Realizing the message was recording and she had been silent for the duration, she opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. She sat breathing and trying to figure out what she wanted to say, but there was nothing.

With a soft gasp, she ended the call and covered her face with her hands.

The water in the kettle began to boil and she switched it off, no longer wanting any tea. Turning off the lights and double checking the door was locked, she went into the bathroom.

The lyrics of the song she had heard kept rattling around in her head as she brushed her teeth and then picked up the hair dryer.

I never thought we'd have a last kiss Never imagined we'd end like this

End.

God.

Turning off the hair dryer and putting it down, she left the bathroom with her hair partially dry, suddenly feeling exhausted.

The covers pulled back, she got into bed and turned off the light. Her phone buzzed and she groaned when she saw it light up across the room.

She got up and picked it up, assuming it would be someone from work with a question that needed an immediate response.

Mulder

Missed call

New voicemail

“He…” she breathed as she stared at his name, her finger hovering over the notification, never having heard the phone ringing.

Tapping the screen, the voicemail opened and she stared at it before pushing play and holding it to her ear.

It was nothing at first, but then she heard the creak that was undeniably the screen door opening and then closing. There was a loud sigh as she heard him sitting in his chair on the porch and then it was quiet again.

But she listened, closing her eyes to imagine herself there with him. He would suggest admiring the beauty of nature and she would say it was too cold to be out at night. But after he had gone out, she would have joined him, putting on a coat as she stepped out and handed him his own. They would look at the stars and he would quiz her on the constellations, trying to see who knew more of them by name.

“No crickets,” he said, breaking the silence and her eyes flew open. “It always feels better outside when there’s crickets.”

“Not in winter,” she whispered.

“But it’s winter so…” he said at the same moment and she smiled, even as she felt like weeping.

Quiet again, she heard him get up and the screen creaked open and closed, the door then closing as well.

The television turned on and she pictured him sitting on the couch, the remote held in his hand.

We now return to our sci-fi marathon. Up next is Plan Nine from Outer Space followed later by The Man from Planet X.

“Huh. Might as well make my viewing number an even sixty,” he said and she heard the beginning of a movie she had seen at least ten times begin to play.

And then the message stopped.

Hurriedly leaving the bedroom, she turned on the television and flipped through the channels until she found the movie. Letting out a long sigh, she picked up the blanket from the back of the couch and covered herself as she laid down.

She closed her eyes and imagined she was at home, lying with her head against Mulder’s leg as he recited the movie word for word, his fingers running through her hair. When he changed pitch to do different voices, she would chuckle softly and his fingers would scratch her scalp gently in reply.

“God,” she breathed, shaking her head as she pulled the blanket even tighter around her.

You called. He called back. It’s a step…

“Yeah,” she whispered.

He knows you. He knows you understood what he didn’t say. Why he kept the line open for you to hear.

“Yeah,” she whispered again. Opening her eyes, she stared at the television and laughed out a sob. “Hearing voices. Talking to myself. What have I become?”

Hmmm…

“Yeah,” she said once more as she closed her eyes and exhaled, thinking of Mulder watching the movie at that exact same moment.

The familiar words of the dialogue and the knowledge that a small step had been taken between them, allowed her to relax for the first time in weeks.

It’s not an end, she thought, remembering again the lyrics of the song. It’s a… pause. Just a pause.

And that night, for the first time in weeks, she felt a sense of hope buried beneath the recent pain and heartache.

#the x files #xf fanfic #angst #angst and feels #separated #living alone #pre season 10 #missing the one you love #inspired by taylor swift #taylor swift lyrics

[dk-thrive]

It was a beautiful shade of blue, but then again not exactly blue, it was more like lilac. But then again, not exactly lilac either, since it had a tinge of grey in it. To be more precise, it was the colour of heartache.

— Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell (Bloomsbury USA; June 5, 2010) (via Alive on All Channels)

#susanna clarke #Blue #Sad #Loss #break up #Divorce #separated #heartache

[ladtheove]

ABO, Jason and Damian grow in the league and end up mating for love. This is not something Ra's approves of. They try to separate them.

Sorry, not enough time to paint as of now, but will when I can, because I love these sketches.

#whumptober2022 #no.26 #no.27 #separated #muffled screams #batman #digital sketch #jason todd #damian al ghul #damian wayne #alpha damian wayne #omega jason todd #omegaverse

[short-form-whump]

“Don’t do it,” the Whumpee hears a voice say. They are standing over a bathroom sink, the sounds of people chatting at a party just beyond the locked door. Their eyes are screwed tightly shut and they hear their own heavy breathing when they don’t hear the serious-sounding, almost threatening voice repeat: “don’t do it.” They open their eyes and see their own reflection in the mirror, except it’s not a reflection of themselves as they are. It’s a version of themselves that is instead standing behind them, leaning into their ear, and staring at their hands that are plunged into the sink. Running water spills up their hands and arms, and they glance down and see a blade is being held in one in a white knuckle grasp. “Don’t do it,” their own separated voice says. The Whumpee sees what they’re about to do and drops the blade and the sound morphs from the noise of clanging around the ceramic sink into one of a clattering knife hitting a kitchen floor. The switch awakens them from their stupor in the middle of a room full of people staring at them. The Whumpee’s heart pounds in their ears and it’s not their hands that are wet from the sink, it’s their face. They look around and their tunnel vision slowly clears as they lay eyes on the concerned Caretaker, one of (what feels like) many who moves slowly. They first pick up the knife then set it on the counter, then move with raised hands that look like they’re preparing to snatch the Whumpee. The Whumpee steps back instinctively to avoid their capture but becomes cornered by the mere fact of the kitchen layout. They try to focus on their friend but find themselves fixated instead on a vision of themselves walking calmly and slowly behind their friend, weaving around the gawking people. They point their thumb at the Caretaker then make a gesture across their own throat, then shrug nonchalantly. “Now that, that might be something you have to do,” the vision taunts. The Whumpee frantically grabs something, anything they can find, and throws it at the vision. A pot they had grabbed by its burning sides bounces and spills across the floor as they shout with pitiful desperation, “Leave me the hell alone!”

#no.26 #separation #whumptober2022 #oc #fic #dissociation #hallucination #sh #caretaker #whumpee #whump blog #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump scenes #separated #psychological whump