#starvation mention tw

[bloominghands]

—- *Certain people on the dash got me in my feelings about Robin and her relationship with food. (*// TWs in tags)

HONESTLY THOUGH. Even when Robin was living on Ohara she never got enough to eat. From going days at a time without food because her aunt and uncle forgot or she was being punished to barely being able to eat a slice of bread without being hounded about being a burden. I imagine people in town not only hated her because of her powers and how odd she was, but also because she would sometimes be caught stealing food out of the trash.

Unfortunately, however, what she learned while trying to survive on Ohara would only be put to use again and again after she was forced to live her life on the run. After a while she lost count of how many times she’d almost died from starvation or dehydration, or how many times she had to dig through trash cans or dumpsters in alley ways and behind shops before sleeping behind them after scarfing down whatever edible thing she could find.

And she was working for other criminals it was hardly any better. Always the odd one out no matter where she was and one more mouth to feed, she was rarely given any rations more than what would just keep her alive — after all, if she was weak from hunger then she’d be easier to manipulate or overpower. This of course, lead to her tendency to hide food when on someone’s ship. From pulling back baseboards to smuggle an apple to carving out a false bottom of a barrel to hide stashes of rice or grains.

Always ready to flee at a moments notice, never knowing when her meals would stop or where they would come from next. She had no choice but to stockpile what she could in the event she had to run. It’s a subconscious habit she still carries to this day even on the Sunny. (Though thanks to Sanji’s gentle insistence that she will never go hungry again, it’s no where near as bad as what it was when she first joined them. Perhaps a small snack hidden here and there when she’s not thinking about it.)

TL;DR; Over all, Robin’s relationship with food is complicated. On one hand, her life style gave her a strong stomach and taught her how to be resourceful, how to hunt her own food and make traps - how to survive. But it also gave her crippling anxiety about when she might go hungry next, or when she may be eating too much - never wanting to be a burden to those who have been so kind as to actually feed her, even subconsciously.

*Bonus: She never really developed many likes and dislikes because she never had the luxury to, and will eat almost anything you put in front of her. Except for gum. It’s absolutely disgusting to her and also gives the illusion of eating something while still having an empty stomach.

#food mention tw #starvation mention tw #abuse mention tw #child abuse mention tw #child abuse tw #food tw #starvation tw #;headcanons #CERTAIN PEOPLE: -eyes @ punk- #giving me feelings tonight

[empathiie]

@withinthem | Misty & Shauna.

"Shauna, do you think Ben is okay? I'm really worried about him," Misty asks, and the worry shows all over her features. "I mean, if we're here, does that mean he's still in the forest, starving? Is there no way we can rescue him?"

#( * character interactions: misty. ) #( * misty ; shauna. ) #withinthem #beta editor #starvation mention tw

[electrozeistyking]

Hello, welcome to The Rare Bites AU! I was going to draw J and V, but my eagerness to show this to you was far too strong. Here's some notes on it:

-the disassembly drones are pretty much starving and scrawny. uzi hates that her colony basically lied to these guys because they're only attacking because they're desperate to feed. she's like "DAMN WE'RE A BUNCH OF FUCKING LIARS HUH."

-j, n and v are some of the rare few disassembly drones that reached close to adulthood. they're all shaky and weak by this point, but still strong enough to take down a worker if they absolutely pushed themselves to do it. their population has been shrinking for years, due to starvation, overheating and killing their own young.

-"And our parents are leaving these fuckers to starve over one stupid deal they failed to uphold and won't even tell us about?! Like, come on! If these guys were human, they'd be all bony and shit! That's gross! What the fuck is wrong with us?!"

-n unwittingly reveals how bad their situation is by announcing that j and v might kill him in order to feed themselves when they find out he's had more than enough to drink (uzi's like "damn" and gives him some extra oil canisters. the workers have enough as is, so she doesn't bat an eye over having to give any up to disassembly drones).

-because these three don't really have a major reason to hate each other, i like to imagine that n, j and v basically fell asleep in a very shaky cuddle pile in order to feel less alone in this cruel world, and eventually begin to include uzi. at that point, they feel safer and start gaining weight and showing their true personalities. :3

-long story short, they start off in a bad place but then everything gets better because of uzi's input. :3

#rare bites au #murder drones au #murder drones n #murder drones uzi #mentioned but still there: #murder drones j #murder drones v #ask to tag #i'm not insensitive i'm just stupid #tw starvation #tw cannibalism #but kind of not so subtly implied??? the babies are being munched on

[xxno-thoughts-just-chaosxx]

Prisoner AU: Page 9

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#A surprise Junior to add some much needed sweetness to this page #luigi #bowser #fanart #comic #grimdark #fancomic #princess peach #mario #bowugi #prisoner!au #tw: ed mention #TW: SH #TW: Starvation

[cheesecakethots]

Hellooooo, good morning from my side of the world. I saw a post about regretful yanderes, so can I please get a regretful yandere ask for the hxh adult trio with Feitan pleaaaaseeeeee🥺🥺. Ignore if it's too much trouble.

From your one and only crazy chicken 🐔🐔

ok i kinda struggle with hxh trio having regret because like. they don’t seem the type to. kinda?

below the cut: hisoka (very short), chrollo, Illumi, feitan

hisoka. 0 regret. horrific man. will not ever feel bad about whatever he does to you.

chrollo and illumi are a little bit tricky for me.

chrollo keeps up with the gentleman act, but has zero regret in taking you away. his punishments are also very thought out and planned, so i don’t think he’d come to regret them, as in his eyes you truly deserved what was coming to you. i can see him feeling some ounce of regret when you push him too far and the act drops; he might lash out and leave you with at most a broken wrist. he’d feel bad if you started going quiet after that, but mostly because he enjoys talking to you so much.

but i also think that something in the heart he thought he didn’t have starts aching at the sight of you crying. i imagine this in a scenario where you’ve been with him for a while now, and you haven’t been lashing out or trying to escape. he’s usually very in tune with your emotions, but for a split second when he looks up from his book to see you silently crying he feels his eyes widen, and breathing halt. the feeling in his chest is probably the closest thing he can have to actual regret.

illumi is similar in the fact that his punishments are very thought out, however i see them also being much more extreme. with chrollo if you run you get a condescending caress of your cheek before being knocked out and carried back. with illumi you could end up with two broken ankles. he’ll get some form of silent pleasure at carrying you around everywhere and having you rely on him entirely, so don’t give him the opportunity to do so.

illumi doesn’t like seeing you sad though. when he stalked you for like… two days before just taking you for himself, he felt something in his chest grow warm at watching you interact with things that made you happy (not people, though. that made him feel a little bit sickly.) seeing you play with a stray cat on your way home from work had him thinking that you would be a good mother. the next morning you woke up in the zoldyck estate, so… yeah.

you might become quiet the more time you spend with him, thinking that maybe that’s what he wants of you. he’ll regret if he makes you feel like that - like chrollo, he’s also hooked on the sound of your voice. he’s just a lot less obvious about it.

similarly to chrollo i imagine he doesn’t like seeing you cry. you’re his wife, you should be happy. it kinda depends on why you’re crying though. if it’s because of him he’s probably already convinced that he’s done nothing wrong and that you should get over it. if it’s his family, he’ll probably have a talk to them to see what happened. if it’s anyone else he’s seeing red. quite literally too; whoever it is will be drained of all blood they have available.

now. feitan. hrm.

as far as i’ve seen of him feitan seems to be one of the worst yans you could be stuck with. is mad at you for the fact that he’s in love. has considered many times just killing you so he can be rid of all of these feelings but every time he just can’t bring himself to, and it makes him more mad.

definitely sadistic. he doesn’t care to explain to you why you’ve made him mad sometimes, and it’ll be hard to know if you have because he’s always mad. the only time you see him content is when he’s come back from torturing someone (and also when he watches you sleep but you don’t need to know that.)

being with him is like walking on thin ice while wearing a suit made out of molten lava.

his punishments will hurt. bad. expect a lot of bruises or broken bones, and he’s pretty fast to dish them out. he actively enjoys seeing you cry, so that isn’t going to help with anything.

but. i can actually feeling some sort of regret at times. very VERY rarely, though.

one time he locked you in the basement for a couple of days, forgetting that you needed food and water to quite literally survive. you couldn’t really focus on much when he came back, but you could swear you saw actual panic in his expression.

he never apologises for things like that, but you’ll find yourself warm in bed, some microwaveable meal you enjoy on the table next to you, as well as maybe a book or game you used to go on about. it’s pretty much the only form of regret you’ll get from him, but you’ll take it over anything else.

#tw yandere #tw.yandere #yandere #yanderecore #yandere chrollo #yandere hxh #yandere chrollo lucilfer #yandere chrollo x reader #yandere hxh x reader #tw kidnap mention #yandere illumi zoldyck #yandere illumi x reader #yandere illumi zoldyck x reader #yandere hunter x hunter #yandere feitan #yandere feitan x reader #tw starvation

[phleb0tomist]

the recent surge of articles on severe ME is shattering my heart. we’re looking at a live, ongoing portfolio of the NHS’s failure to protect young ME patients, the same failures that cast a shadow over both my childhood and my current life, and it’s so wild that things aren’t changing. there’s no repair, no apology for the highly preventable suffering or the deaths, which are mostly young women.

the improper care of ME patients isn’t because of a lack of funding, it’s because of ignorance & stubbornness. the bare minimum of appropriate care to prevent a severe ME patient from getting worse is to allow them to be somewhere dark, quiet, lying down, hydrated & fed, and somehow the NHS can’t even provide that. my main shred of hope is that this is finally being reported and i wonder if that will be the catalyst for a little bit of repair. i’m desperate to believe it will be

#feel free to reblog. it means a lot that ppl are becoming aware #txt #negative #medical trauma #medical. #severe myalgic encephalomyelitis #myalgic encephalomyelitis #chronic illness #starvation tw #death mention #let me know if more trigger tags are required

[brainr0t-landfill]

🌃Mercurial:

Ghoap x male reader

Chapter One/Prologue: Abstain

"I found you, I found the door."

-Mitski, I Want You

(please mind the tags, I don't know how the UK train system works, English isn't my first language apologies for any mistakes <3)

You kiss them goodbye on the doorway, you make sure their jackets are zipped up, you promise to keep the windows locked and to not go out at night, Simon smiles, his eyes crinkling above the surgical mask.

"Gonna be good for us, hare? Sure hope so."

It's half joking, half threatening and desperately hopeful.You focus on the spot between his eyes as you nod, stomach twisting into knots and hands sweating.

You press your ear to the metal door and listen to their footsteps fading away then you rush to the balcony and watch the black, truck you repainted last month go down the road, through the U turn and disappear, your knuckles white against the railings your forearms stiff, eyes so wide and unlinking untill they water and force you to blink. You're scared that any moment now the other shoe will drop, they'll turn the car around and John will ask you if you really took them for such fools as Simon rumages through drawers and wardrobes laying every bit of your pitifull escape plan on the floor, like a wolf gutting a hare. Then you'll be driven back to the lonely, stuffy shack in the woods in the trunk, hogtied and gagged, feeling every bump on the road.

The trunk opens and you shut your eyes against the onslaught of white hard light, nose stinging from the cold as you curl into yourself out of both fear and well deserved shame, guilt. They're talking above you, familiar voices blurring together and becoming white noise. You feel like an insect pinned down, getting dissected.

Someone places their hand over your eyes, rubbing at your red, runny nose with their calloused thumb.

"Oh lovie."

"Carefull Si, cannea back out now."

There's silence for a second and you know they're exchanging the kind of look that saves their lives out on the field, the kind of look that explains and understands.

"Gotta let him learn his lesson ,hmm?"

"No other choice left."

Simon runs his hand over your face and rubs at your neck, that still smells of someone else. Mature and cold with hints of narcissus.You can see his internal conflict in his darkned eyes and see you can see his attachment, his love, his despration winning out.

You look up at them at Simon's wide set face and his unfocussed eyes dried out from lack of sleep, John bends down and picks you out of the truck setting you down on aching feet, still clad in socks as he flicks his knife out, a flash of fear goes through you, gutted by the same knife you had bought for him on his birthday, how fitting.

"Run 'n I'll break ya legs,."

"Last resort Si, might never heal proper again."

"Wouldn't tha' a good thing by now?"

You hear a sigh, both exasperated and heartbroken.

"Hope not."

Simon holds you in place by the shoulders as John cuts the ropes away, his jaw is set but his sweet blue eyes are wet, tired and you can't help the immense guilt you feel at putting them through this, for pushing them so far, for staying when you knew you'd do this.

Then you lift your face and see it, the cabin it's a box really, no windows and only one heavy door, John had mentioned his father had built one for hunting ,you wonder if it's the same one. You look over the dark wood walls and the door padlocked from the outside, your fear snowballs, all consuming and rattling your ribs. The idea of being trapped in the small, dark space is nauseating, it terrifies you in a way so primal, so reflex you think you'll bolt for a second, you think you'll beg scream, anything, anything. John straightens up and caresses your face.

"Just for a little while hare, just 'till Si n' I are back from this misson, then we'll come 'n get ya, promised we'd never leave eachothe, remember?."

He rips the tape off your mouth and gives you a soft sweet kiss, familiar lips failing to settle you for the first time, well groomed stubble scratchy against your moist skin, Simon presses his cheek against yours.

"It has everything ya need and we'll be back before you know it, just behave yourself and you'll never have to see this place again."

His voices is gravel against your skin, his breath smoke but you can't focus on them pressing against you on either side or the ropes laying undone on the grass.

All you can see is the cabin, the padlock, the wardens, the convict.

You had stayed for a long time in that cabin, long enough for your food to start running out, long enough to grow both lovesick and resentfull, long enough to get yourself together and fix the old, busted hunting camera you had found shoved between the wall and the bed.

You bought two flasdrives a week ago before their deployment and hid them in your tool box, on one you upload images of the cabin, of chains, of bruises, dents in the wall and your room ransacked time and time again.You know it's not a strong case and it's not meant to be. It's supposed to be a reminder for what you did, what you're running from, your sentencing.

On the other flash drive you upload all your happy memories, screenshots of loving wordsand jokes, selfies together, pictures of gifts and vacations, the apartment you saved up for with them. To keep you warm, souvenirs from the last place you settled in, from the last place you let yourself be loved.

You tuck them into the struddiest back pack you own, four changes of clothes, underwear, very basic toiletries, some fancy jewellery you'll have to pawn off later on. The money, fake ID and passport you had hidden in the inner lining of one of the coats John's forgotten about a long time ago, discarded at the back of his closet.

You pack the bag in under ten minutes just the way you practiced, the hard part is the note, you write over and over again palms sweaty and hands shaky eventually you settle on;

'Stay safe, I love you, goodbye.' Flowery language and false promises feel ingenuine when you're leaving everything the three of you have worked for, everything they'd tied their hearts to , it feels cowardly when you're running away. You leave the crumpled up notes on the top of the trash and your shared card on the table. You keep your promise ring in your pocket.

The walk to the train station is torture, every loud step is Simon, every wide shoulder or brown jacket is John, you feel like you're drowning in a pool filled with snippets of them, like driftwood caught in a storm much bigger than he'll ever comprehend. You either dread the day they'll be nothing but memories or salivate for it, you can't decide with the overwhelming panic, the sick excitement.You buy a day pass and a burner phone before you throw away your cell phone.

The bus ride is calmer, when you don't think about the pub you met in, the small flower shop you routinely bought foxgloves and bluebells from, the record shop Johnny loves, the workplace Simon insisted he drove you to whenever he could; the lufe you're betraying, the blessings you're running from.

You sit arms crossed and face hidden under your hood as you watch the city flash by, the further away from home you get the more guilt you feel; guilt for letting them in, guilt for misguiding them, guilt for aggravating them again and again and again untill either one snapped, guilt for leaving when you had just convinced them you wouldn't even think of it.

You swallow it down and watch the city speed away colors blurring like oil paint.

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#cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod x male reader #ghoap x reader #ghoap x male reader #ghoap x reader AU #tw toxic reader #tw implied cheating #tw codependency #tw controlling realtionship #tw implied abuse #tw first fiv ever basically #fic #Mercurial #tw mentions of starvation #flower symbolism #i researched too much for #tw shitty writing #call of duty x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x male reader #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish x male reader #simon riley x john mactavish x reader #angst

[waccozzz]

vampire dib au

more people should also add the fangs to his shirt in vampire aus, that ideas very silly.

i feel like he would refuse to drink human blood (saviour complex or whatever) and he would only target zim

#invader zim #Invader zim au #Dib #Vampire dib au #Vampire dib #Tw: starvation mention #dib membrane #Sillyisms

[itsguysnightitsironic]

Surviving enough to start living again.

Survival it's eating the apple before it falls from the tree. Living it's picking fallen apples to make a pie. And what's sweeter than an apple pie?

I can't believe a victim of war crimes, who lived through starvation and other abuse, ended up being best friends with a professional chef who makes sure he's always full and satisfied. I, I can't-- Don't touch me, I'm soft--

I can't believe they are legally married-- Fae magic it's fun--

#legends of avantris #once upon a witchlight #tw food #gideon coal #kremy lecroux #tw starvation #tw kidnap mention #tw abuse #gideon be like fire himbo and his backstory is literally a victim of war crimes #like DAMM #you good big man? #tw eating issues #love these two #a couple of fellas

[bloominghands]

* Love love love (and by that I mean I am crying as we speak) the idea of Robin casually revealing horrible little snippets of her past in the most nonchalant of ways because those things are normal to her and when everyone is staring at her she’s just like ???

Some super fun™️ examples include:

- Going through the pantry and finding ancient bread that’s so moldy and dry that it’s almost dusty & Robin picking it up and saying with 100% seriousness to the horror of the others that it’s still edible if they remove the mold spots.

- Or mentioning how they can steal food effectively by only taking little bits here and there. It’s appealing to take as much as possible but you can make your source last longer by being careful and slow.

- Saying to the others that you can throw off hunting dogs from tracking you if you cover your scent and that she likes using mud the best.

- Sharing herbs and plants to effectively stem bleeding or cover wounds. Just picks one as they’re walking by like “Oh, this can help keep us from bleeding to death, I’ll take some with us c: ! “

- Herbal remedies to stop fever or help with pain that can be self administered.

- Sharing mind tricks to help ignore pain

- Showing how to make hunting traps and traps in general while saying some shit like “If we put some of these around camp, we can keep anything or anyone from sneaking up and killing us in our sleep c: !”

- How to collect rain water or water from different sources.

- Sharing how to hold their breath or breathe slowly through their nose to keep as quiet as possible and to test each step before setting your weight down completely to avoid creaking floor boards.

#;ooc #;headcanons #someone hugging her after saying shit like that and she’s just like óvó ?????? #starvation tw #starvation mention tw #hunting mention tw #hunting tw #wound mention tw #wounds tw

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Random Imagine:

Imagine it was Eclipse in a newly built body to have gone to the daycare to harass Sun and gets shot with the barrel.

Eclipse has just enough nanobots to reform as a kitten. Sun simply tosses him from the daycare and Eclipse lives within the vents for a while, eating whatever he can grab from the kitchens and simply trying to survive within the PizzaPlex’s vents.

One day the vents over the theater go crashing down due to a prank from Monty and Lunar finds a malnourished, injured, feral Kittenclipse in the wreckage of the vents and gets him cleaned up and bandaged up.

Sun and Moon find Lunar curled up hugging Kittenclipse while Eclipse is asleep and Lunar is petting him and asks him how he found that particular kitten and explains that that’s Eclipse and to toss him out of the daycare again before he wakes up.

Lunar retorts that Eclipse may have been horrible but certainly didn’t deserve to be as neglected and abandoned as Sun, showing him how skinny and hurt he is, in tears showing Sun he can see Eclipse’s ribs and spine. He’s too tiny to defend himself, the world is too dangerous to throw him out!

While they’re arguing, Eclipse has a nightmare that turns into a panic attack and begins crying and making pitiful little yowls, which Moon picks up on and holds him, gently waking him up and trying to calm Eclipse down. Moon shuts down their argument rather harshly but shows them the terrified kitten having a panic attack, telling Sun they absolutely weren’t throwing out a helpless kitten no matter who it was.

Moon infuses him with more nanobots and gets him back into a normal body but it takes a long time for him to recover from months as a cat and he still retains many of his cat habits like sleeping in the vents, getting food from the kitchen disposal, rubbing his head on his things to scent them, hissing, purring, and even curling up on people and sleeping.

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #kitten eclipse #fnaf eclipse #fnaf sun #fnaf lunar #fnaf moon #snoweytrashposts #snoweytalks #snoweyrambles #snoweyrants #five nights at freddy’s imagine #sun and moon show imagine #sams imagine #tw near death mention #tw neglect mention #tw starvation mention #tw injury mention #tw abandonment mention #realized i haven’t annoyed you’s ll lately with these #take this

[lovelesslittleloser]

People should be more afraid of asexuals, because they’re the only people that are immune to one of the seven deadly sins

#seven deadly sins #maybe they have metaphorical lust. lust for the aesthetic #asexual #we also should fear aromantics but they aren’t necessarily immune to lust so fear them for the usual reasons #pride? sometimes can be negated by self-hatred but usually shows up when you do something to be proud of. as it should #greed? you might donate your money to orphans but if anyone touches your collection of shiny trinkets their hand will be removed #envy? unless you have never met any other living beings I don’t think it’s possible to escape this one #wrath? work in public service for a week and we’ll get you wanting to fistfight god #gluttony? eating disorders are a thing; however you should definitely eat something unless you wanna die #sloth? insomnia is a thing. but you should probably sleep if you don’t want to be driven mad upon the rocks #honestly too little of the seven deadly sins is also bad. no sloth? you’re barely functioning. no gluttony? you die of starvation. #no wrath? you’ll become a doormat. no envy? you’ll never want to improve yourself. no greed? you give all your stuff away and are now poor #no pride? you don’t love yourself AT ALL. no lust? no new generation. #and frankly that last one isn’t bad in the slightest considering that much is also true for people with a same-gender significant other #(unless they are also trans and willing but that’s a them problem to have) #plus overpopulation is a thing anyway so frankly the less lust the better. #the avatar of lust has been too overworked the past few decades and and wants a damn break for once #tw eating issues #tw eating disorder #eating disorder mention #shitpost

[whump-queen]

look i know i said im not much for sickfic,, (frankly im already in one)

but here are some sickfic adjacent tropes im feral for—

concussion whump

starvation whump

overwork/over-exhaustion

heatstroke

sleep deprivation ohmygod

#idk it’s all only mentions but tw anyway #i don’t remember posting this. #did I queue this forever ago tf #well here ig #sleep deprivation #tw head injury #starvation tw #environmental whump #tw concussion

[brokenfoxproductions]

Went to the ER for an endometriosis flare up that was aggravating my back issues.

They gave me Tylenol, ordered a transvaginal ultrasound (and made fun of me for having vaginismus, which made it difficult to get the ultrasound probe in), asked me repeatedly "what's aye-lurr dan-liss (Ehlers-danlos)?", misgendered me repeatedly and responding to my correction with "change it legally and I'll care", and then discharged me whenever I was still in 8/10 pain. They told me that I couldn't wait for a ride home, I would be removed from the building if I didn't go. I explained that I don't drive, I didn't have a ride, there's no Uber in the area, and my only option was to walk 2 hours to get home. I wasn't in a place to walk at all, I was in extreme pain and hadn't eaten anything for a few days, but I had no choice, so I walked 3/4 of the way before collapsing in someone's driveway and waiting for my partner to come get me. Now my pain is closer to 10/10, but I can't do anything about it.

Thanks Wayne Memorial Hospital. Thanks for that.

#trauma #ptsd #lgbtqia #disabled #disability #ehlers danlos syndrome #eds #ehlers danlos #endometriosis #spinal cord injury #emergency room #tw not eating #tw ed #tw disordered eating #tw starvation #i wasn't not eating on purpose I'm in a situation where I'm not allowed to eat normally because of abuse but still tagging ed mentioned #vaginismus

[bluereo]

Trio of Chaos!AU

Sorry in the beginning. This turned out more serious then I intended but I want to create some surroundings for future crack.

Memes at the end

Backstory more or less part 1

Megatronus and Soundwave meet eachother in the arena. Sound held the title of chempion for some short time before he was chalanged and overthrown by Megs. Still the fight was toughter then both expected. Finding themselves nearly equal in battle they started to form very slowly their friendship.

They build trust and understanding between eachother. Soon they were inseparable. They always had eachother backs. In the arena or not. Megatronus got along with cassettes too.

They discovered through Megatronus poems that their political views were similar too. Megatronus started writing a lot more in his free time then. Between matches and trainings he always stayed at his quarters preparing essays and poems usually with Ravage or Laserbeak as his companions.

Soundwave beeing the technological master he is soon found a way to publish his essays online.

In the matters of days and weeks more and more bots started to read and talk about Megs works. Mostly in lower castes but not only. Of course he used a pseudonym to not be recognized by someone of higher standing immediately.

They never expected that their works would ever reach someone of wealthier middle or higher cast. Until one day they got a message on their private communication Chanel with they both used.

Soundwave was always confident about their security soo the moment they saw unknown message from encrypted com they were kinda stunned.

"Your words reached even Iacon. Though you need to be careful. Those words can get you killed - O.P."

This message woke up something inside Megatronus. He was heard by someone above. His words were spreading and listened to even by bots of Iacon, the capital of north half of Cybertron.

"And who are you secret messenger? Are you perhaps trying to warn me that someone already chosen to snuff my spark and i should watch my back? - M."

Reply came almost immediately.

"Of course not. I'm intrigued and interested about your other political views. Also, I would like to discuss some unclear details in you last essay. Of course if you are ready to chalange? - O.P"

Megs smilled to himself when Soundwave siting next to him confirmed that no one was spying on them.

"Then bring it on, let's see what you have to say - M."

And that was the start of the longest debates in Megatronus live. Days and night he was writing with secret O.P. who never introduced himself. He found someone who chalanged his views in constructive way.

In the matter of weeks they went from using their initials to full names. Mysterious O.P. was an archivist Orion Pax who worked in the Hall of records under Alpha Trion. There was something in the way they talked, that instantly made them fully understand eachother. Their views complemented and soon Orion started to be an editor of megatronus works. He gave him more words to use, more materials to work on and much more motivation to write.

They were working together something around two months when Megatronus invited Orion to Kaon. They both craved meeting in person and ability to discuss everything without long long messages. Soundwave on the other hand chosen to use safe distance for now. He too was amazed by the archivist and his dedication to their work but chosen to be safe rather then sorry if something bad happened.

When they finally met, something just clicked and Soundwave, Megatronus and Orion become much more then ally. They become friends. Orion turned out to be a truthful person who, even with his higher standing, could see the pain and misery of those below.

Orion stayed in Kaon for whole 3 days. Cassettes loved how, even when he was working, still payed them a lot of attention and could listen to their stories without a problem. He could fully concentrate on two, three and sometimes even four things in the same time.

The  the time came for Orion to return Soundwave needed to separate his minions from archivist who was one minion tear way from staying another day.

Their thrived around eachother. Need for change in the system become their focus. Soon Megatronus started presenting his speeches after won matches. Orion spent days and night making sure that there were good enough to present, he even pulled some political strings and few contacts to make sure about pits beeing safe for time beeing. Soundwave carefully made sure that no Master of Pits tried to help Megatronus dissappear and started to use some contacts to find a safe place for meetings of more and more mechs who started to listen and follow them.

In matter of weeks their work started to pay off. They were able to get real medic to do health exams on bots living in the Pits poorest around. They were able to get some datapads and even teach some mechs how to read and write. Of course hunger among them was still a thing but with time and some strings pulled they managed to get few allys who supported their movement from the shadows.

Their "headquarters" was safely hidden underground in old cavern of unknown use. But Soundwave was nearly sure that this place is remnant of secret tunnels to hide bodies of those who perished in the ages when rust plague thrived, but never actually been used. Those tunnels provided them with a lot of space and safe ways of going in and out.

This was normal to see there Orion surrounded by young sparkling begging him to tell them another story. Pax thanks to beeing an archivist remembered a lot of those, especially about first primes and their legacy.

Normal was also finding Megatron in company of his loyal followers who offered their help and ideas on next steps.

Normal was that Soundwave allowed his minicons to roam free around. He knew they were safe and there was nothing that could hurt them here. They were among those who would always help them.

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Okay so that's the first part of backstory. It came out serious but I focused on main events. I will post some separated post with more silly situations after I finish backstory more or less.

If you saw any mistakes in my writing pls message me.

But for now some new memes

#silly goofy mood #cassetes are here too but i forgot to mention them before #crack turned serious by mistake #i promise i will be better #transformers prime #optimus prime #tfp #transformers #megatron #tfp optimus #orion pax #megop #megaop #soundwave #optimus #tw for starvation #tw for knife #idk what tags to use #Trio of chaos!AU

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June of Doom 2023

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Day 9 - “I should have listened to you.” | Sprain | Defiance | Smoke 

Contains: lady whump with male whumper, captivity, restraints, beating, stress position, mild blood, implied starvation, head trauma, hair pulling, death mention, broken ribs, dislocation mention, brief dog and master imagery

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There isn’t much to see in the basement. Lainey inspects every concrete block, every crack in the foundation, every plank on the steps, every lock on the door, and finds absolutely nothing useful. It still feels better than just sitting around, though. Not that she’s blaming Isa for sitting, she can’t even help it with that chain around her neck. That thing makes Lainey want to punch something every time she thinks of it. But she also has a feeling Isa wouldn’t be helping her look even if she could get up and move. 

It doesn’t take long for the man to return. She’s just come back down the stairs from checking out the door when the locks start to slide open, so she spins around and plants her feet, glaring up at their captor, trying to ignore the way her heart is suddenly threatening to break through her ribcage. 

He’s not much to look at, either. Just an unattractive, scraggly bearded man, like someone you might see loitering outside a gas station and walk quickly past on your way inside. For good reason, apparently. 

“Have you come to let me go?” she demands as he starts down the stairs. “To let us both go?”

He scowls back at her. “I see you haven’t yet learned your lesson about keeping your mouth shut.”

“You think I’m going to listen to you? Some low-life who gets his kicks from kidnapping and chaining up young women?” He’s getting closer, and part of her wants to back away, but her pride and anger won’t let her. “I bet you’ve never had a girlfriend before, have you? Probably never had any friends at all. Is this the only way you can get anyone to hang around you? Locking them in your basement?”

She sees the swinging fist coming, but can’t get out of its path. It smashes into her face with a force that sends her over backwards, head cracking against the wall as she hits the ground. Her vision cuts out, then comes back swirling and spinning. There’s something bitter and metallic pouring over her lips. It takes far too long for her to realize that it’s blood. 

As she sits there, stunned and in pain, the man advances. He grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks her up off the floor, dragging her toward the center of the room. Her feet stumble clumsily after him. 

“I told you to shut up. You’ll figure out I mean what I say sooner or later.”

He throws her down, and she just barely keeps her head from smacking concrete again. Her arm isn’t so lucky, unable to move from its restrained position and getting crushed between her body and the floor. 

For an instant, she sees Isa, sitting directly in front of the assault. She has her head turned to the side, staring off at some unknown point, face blank. 

Then a boot is buried in her stomach. Lainey doubles over, coughing and gasping for air that seems to have vanished. The man doesn’t wait for her to catch her breath, though. He keeps kicking, pounding the toe of his boot into her ribs and back and legs over and over and over again. She curls up as best she can, trying instinctively to protect her organs, but all she can do otherwise is lie there and groan and sob.

It seems to last forever. Part of her thinks she actually might die right then and there. But then the kicks stop. He reaches down and grabs her by her bound wrist, pulling her backwards across the floor. She moans again as her shoulders bear the brunt of the pressure and as every sore part of her is jostled. 

He drops her again, and a chain rattles behind her. A moment later her wrists are being pulled upward once more, but this time the chain sounds accompany it, and this time it doesn’t stop. They keep being dragged up toward the ceiling until she’s forced to move, scrambling with leaden limbs to get her feet underneath her and stand. The chain seems to be hooked to the ziptie around her wrists. She can’t straighten her back or lift her head, shoulders wrenched as far backwards as they’ll go and wrists stuck up high. 

And that’s how he leaves her. He doesn’t say another word, just walks off, footsteps echoing through the nearly empty room. She cranes her head to the side to see him pick something up off the stairs before disappearing up them.

She’s never been in this much pain in her life. Before now, the worst pain she could remember was a broken arm from her highschool softball days, but between her throbbing head, her burning shoulders, and the fiery pain that shoots through her ribs every time she breathes, this is way worse. 

“That was my food.”

She tries to look over at Isa but can’t get her head to lift that high. “Wh-...what?”

Isa’s voice grows a little louder, a bit higher pitched. “He was coming down to bring me food and water, and probably unchain me, and you screwed it all up disrespecting him like I warned you not to.”

Lainey scoffs, hardly believing her ears. “Do you…do you realize…you sound like a dog right now? Waiting for your…master to feed and water and unchain you?” She winces at the increased pain in her ribs that talking creates, trying to shift her position. “And…I’m the one who just got…beaten up so…pardon me if I’m not overly concerned about your food.”

“And whose fault is that?” It comes out practically a growl, the most emotion she’s heard out of her so far. “I told you not to make him mad. I told you it would get you hurt. I’ve been here for five years, remember? I’ve tried it all before. I’ve figured out how to survive. But if you don’t want to listen to me, fine. Refuse to save yourself any pain. Learn everything the hard way, like I did. Just…can you at least leave me out of it?” Her voice wavers at the end, going quiet again. “I haven’t eaten in days, because he was gone to get you. And the two bottles of water he left me ran out hours ago.”

Isa sounds like she’s about to cry, and Lainey finds her own throat tightening in sympathy. She hadn’t meant to rob Isa of her first food in days. She wants to help her, not cause her more trouble. But she’s being an idiot, isn’t she? The woman’s right, she’s managed to survive for five years, and it’s stupid for Lainey not to listen to her advice, no matter how much it makes her skin crawl to think of sucking up to that man. 

“I’m sorry.” She tries again to look at her, and manages to catch at least a glimpse of her face. “I should have…I should have listened to you. You’re right, it’s…my own fault that I got hurt. And I didn’t think about…you suffering from it.” She pauses, breathing through the pain and thinking about her response. “I can’t…promise that I’ll do exactly what you want. I’m not good…at holding my tongue. But, uh…I’ll try.”

There’s silence for a long time. It’s a struggle for Lainey not to find some way to fill it, despite her painful position. 

“I don’t want you to have to go through everything I have,” Isa murmurs finally. “And I’m…honestly terrified that you’re gonna make things even worse. Keeping on his good side is so tentative. I just want to keep things as…easy as possible. For both of us.”

“Yeah,” Lainey breathes. “I, um…I get it.” She considers her next words carefully before deciding to take the leap and say them. “Hey, do you…still have the water bottles?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you roll one over to me?”

“They’re empty.”

“I know, just…just do it if you can.” She can hear movement and the slight crackle of thin plastic. A few seconds later an empty bottle rolls to a stop several inches from her foot. “Hey, nice shot. Lemme just…” Very carefully, grimacing with each movement, she steps on the heel of first one sneaker, then the other, removing them and kicking them behind her. Then she strategically uses her toes to pull off one sock, too. Isa mutters warnings about dislocating her shoulders here and there, but Lainey is determined to make this work.

Stretching out the bare foot, she drags the water bottle closer. “It’s still got drops of water left in it, so if I focus, I can…” She lays her foot across the bottle and closes her eyes. This is much easier to do with her hands, but the foot will have to do in a pinch like this. It takes almost a full minute of concentration, but eventually the droplets start to grow, dripping down into the bottle. The process gets faster as it goes, until there’s water swirling all through the bottle, filling it.

“There we go.” Satisfied with her work, Lainey takes careful aim and shoves the bottle back in Isa’s direction. “I can’t make you food, but…I can at least do that.”

“Water magic.” The plastic crinkles in Isa’s hand again.

“Yep. I’m…not very skilled at it, but…expanding water that’s already there…isn’t so hard.”

There’s no answer for a moment, but it sounds like Isa is taking a drink. “Thank you,” she says softly when she’s done.

“Yeah,” Lainey replies, equally as soft. “No problem.”

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