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NADJA FINALLY FLIRTING WITH WOMEN WE FUCKING WON
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angelamcss · 1 year
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look at her lil 🥺 face.. .
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livsjaded · 5 days
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still not over this gear omllllll
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orbcube · 8 months
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from willow's ig
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somebluemelodies · 2 months
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BAGHERA JONES THE WOMAN THAT YOU ARE
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smokestarrules · 1 year
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“Hello, you gorgeous slime!”
My emotional support nerd <3
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leonkennedyaoi · 4 months
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finished the first game n found a new fave
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marypickfords · 11 months
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Evergreen (Victor Saville, 1934)
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your-neighbor-bear · 15 days
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Carson Shaw leagueoftheirown my utmost beloved
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Day 3 - Stitches and Bandages
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Synopsis: Couple months into Isaac's captivity, his pride is like gone lol. Submits himself to vivisection in order to keep his blanket :)
Content: Vivisection, gore, I'm gonna say it again there is vivisection and gore, immortal whumpee, whumper turned whumpee but it doesn't really come up here, a lot of invasive feeling stuff this is vivisection after all, blindfolded guy, broken whumpee
Tagging: @whump-in-the-closet @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @eric-the-bmo @befuddled-calico-whump
The blindfold was a mercy, he supposed.
It didn’t feel like one. If he didn’t want to look, he would have closed his eyes—but now, he didn’t even get that choice.
Isaac had never thought that there was anything more terrifying than the darkness and the silence, but he had a sinking feeling that he was going to be proven very, very wrong.
He struggled against the ropes binding him to the table but made no attempts to beg for release. Because he chose this. Maybe this was a fool’s choice, but he couldn’t pass up the chance to earn back his only source of comfort.
Kasumi promised him that she’d give him the blanket back after this, and it was all Isaac could hope for that she’d keep it.
“Hmm. I’ve never done this before,” Kasumi remarked, a laugh at the edge of her words.
Isaac swallowed nervously. The pit in his stomach only got deeper.
He wasn’t prepared for the first slice across his torso, and he would never be. The cold scalpel glided across his chest, cutting through skin and emaciated muscle.
Sharp fingernails dug into the incisions. His panic rose, his heartbeat like a beating drum. He felt the tearing of flesh and then a sudden cold. It was getting hard to breathe.
He tried his best to not scream.
His best was a whimper, let out between choked gasps and incoherent pleas.
A finger lightly traced one of his broken ribs, barely felt but still horrific. He was frozen in the grip of fear, save for the tremors that racked him. This shouldn't be happening. This shouldn't be happening— Why was this happening?
“God, that’s fucked,” Kasumi murmured, awe in her every word.
Isaac could hear her smile and her glee.
A knife ran over his empty, aching stomach. He felt what was left of his chest tighten, every muscle tensing. Don't, don't don't please—
Kasumi hummed as she dragged the scalpel down to his intestines, leaving a long, shallow cut in her wake. Isaac was hyperventilating now, lungs rising and falling rapidly.
"You're awfully quiet now, aren't you?" she teased. She lifted the scalpel, and for a moment, Isaac could almost breathe.
It came down in his liver.
The pain was sharp and instant, a burst of agony that stole his breath as he coughed and hacked for air. He spasmed on the table, trying to get away, even when he logically knew it was useless.
Kasumi laughed a mirthless laugh and pulled out the blade. Somehow it made Isaac feel worse, head spinning and bright colors flashing behind his eyes, joining the tears.
"That," she remarked, "was nothing." The scalpel pressed down on his lungs, not enough to leave an incision but enough to make Isaac freeze in terror.
She pushed the blade down, ripping through flesh and tissue, and Isaac screamed with all the breath he had left. "This? This is only the beginning."
It felt like hours. How long had it been? No, it didn't matter. Agony had a way of blending time together, and Isaac couldn't say if it's been 3 hours or 3 days.
He could barely breathe, and his head pounded in rhythm with his rapidly-beating heart. His viscera was alight with pain, and he wanted to beg for it to stop but he couldn't gather the breath to form the words.
Kasumi was saying something, but he couldn't really hear her. He needed to listen.
He couldn't. It hurt too much.
Something sharp lodged itself in his abdomen—he couldn't tell exactly where, because everything hurt the same. It felt…different from the scalpel, but maybe his nerves were just fried.
It didn't leave, though.
Not even as Kasumi folded his chest back together and started to stitch up the incisions.
Tiny little pinpricks making their way up his torso.
He tensed and shuddered at the constant, tiny bits of pain, the way the needle dug into his skin and pulled it together. It set his nerves alight, and he needed to get away but he couldn't, he was trapped here. Trapped, with no real way to escape.
He sobbed quietly in between gasps for air as she roughly sewed his wounds shut.
Then the ropes loosened, falling to the floor with a quiet thud.
Isaac got to savor the freedom for a moment before hands shoved him off the table. With a cry, he crashed onto the floor. The sharp thing still embedded inside him jolted, and he screamed, mind going blank and vision turning from black to white.
When the throbbing started to fade and the tear-stained blindfold came back into view, he curled in on himself, careful to not injure himself again.
He heard the door open with a creak, and Kasumi's footsteps as she walked away. The tangled knot inside of him seemed to loosen with every step she took away from him.
Though she returned as quickly as she came, and Isaac panicked, wondering if he did something wrong—
But no. She draped a thin, bloodstained blanket over him, and Isaac clutched it tightly, not wanting to let go.
Worth it. Was it worth it?
It had to be worth it.
Kasumi tapped her foot impatiently. "Well?"
Isaac hesitated. "…Thank you," he muttered, voice stiff from resentment and disuse.
"There." She reached down and pulled the blindfold off of him, and Isaac shut his eyes tightly as the bright fluorescent lights of the cell came into view.
"And by the way," she ordered, "I expect you to clean this up once you wake up."
She walked out of the cell, leaving Isaac with only silence, pain, and the smallest bit of warmth to mull over.
AN: Ahahahaha and this is only the first part :D
I love being evil to Isaac. and posting writings with absolutely none of the proper context. Look if you read this and you're like "what? how did we get here?" you can message me. I can infodump or summarize the possibly missing context as you please <2
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marbirds · 2 years
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25ji luka appreciation
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jupiterjunebug · 17 days
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Aminataaaaaaaaaaa
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hazyupset · 1 year
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ohh youre in for it now !!
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sappymix1 · 11 months
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niki nihachu if you’d just give me one chance
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atthebell-moved · 1 year
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wilbur told tallulah that story about not bragging when you steal and then she lifted about seven tortoises off phil without anyone noticing and brought them home without saying a word until wilbur gave her the nametag
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jinngweis · 11 months
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ohh ,,,,,,, oh my god ,,,,,,
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