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whump-mania · 3 days
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If you’re still taking requests: an oldie, but a goodie — Defiant Whumpee A is captured, but they take everything in stride, much to the Whumper’s frustration. Then, Whumper drags in Whumpee B (Whumpee A’s friend/family member/lover/etc) and suddenly, Whumpee A is singing a different tune…
(A whump classic!)
(TWs for blood, brief hand whump, cursing)
“Stop fucking moving!”
Whumper was fed up now. At first, the chase and the fight were enjoyable. They never liked things to be too easy. But with this one, Whumpee, it was teetering on infuriating.
“Make me!” Whumpee shouted, doing everything in their power to make Whumper’s task of tying their ankles together as difficult as possible.
“I’ll break your legs if I have to!” Whumper growled.
“Then do it! See if I care!” Whumpee bit back. There was nothing in their eyes that told Whumper they were backing down.
Plan B it was.
“I know where Caretaker is,” Whumper snarled, “and I’ll have them beaten and tortured in front of you if you don’t comply.”
Whumpee actually laughed.
“Bullshit! You don’t know where anyone is. You’re bluffing!” Whumpee punctuated their statement with a satisfying kick to Whumper’s nose. They beamed in satisfaction as Whumper grunted and held their now bleeding nose, sending a punishing glare Whumpee’s way. Finally, after sitting on their legs and knocking Whumpee’s head on the ground a few times, they got their ankles tied. They stood up and wiped blood from their nose.
“Fucking watch me.”
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Until the next day, Whumpee fully believed that Whumper was lying about Caretaker. They barely knew anything about them. They couldn’t get to them, there was no way.
That was until Whumper dropped Caretaker, bound and bleeding and crying, at Whumpee’s feet.
Whumpee froze in shock for a moment before pulling at their restraints. “NO! LET THEM GO!” They screamed, terrified for Caretaker.
Whumper just walked up to Caretaker and stomped on their hand, causing Caretaker to scream through the gag they’d put on them.
“You just broke a rule,” Whumper said calmly. They knelt down and lifted Caretaker’s bloody face by the hair. “Anytime you lash out at me, disobey me, or disrespect me, I’ll make them pay for it.” Whumper dropped Caretaker’s head and stood over Whumpee.
“So what’s it going to be?”
Whumpee sobbed quietly. They couldn’t let them hurt Caretaker too. It couldn’t happen. Reluctantly, they moved into a kneeling position, just as Whumper had requested the day before.
Whumper grinned. “There you go.”
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xullianart · 2 days
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HA
GODDAMNIT. YOU FERAL FUCKING MENACE SOMEONE NEEDS TO CAGE YOU
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sweettish · 8 months
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just pinkie pie responding to people who make their own substitutions to her recipes and then bitch about how they sucked 🍰
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This came up on my Pinterest feed the other day and I was like 'oh is this a diy craft thing?' and then it wasn't.
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kaysdenofchaos · 3 months
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little sibling things
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Kirk, lying awake at 2 am: Do you think mankind has overstepped it's boundaries? It feels sometimes like we are fighting a war against our very nature as beings- stuck perpetuating the circle of mistakes and insufficient attempts to fix them.
Spock, also awake: It is unclear, Jim. However, part of what makes your species so admirable is your need to continue that circle- so long as you persevere and continue to fix your mistakes, the imperfections can be discounted. Do you think mankind is so undeserving of the sympathy you so pride yourselves on?
Kirk: Do you think-
McCoy, his pillow over his head: Do you think mankind is ever going to go the fuck to sleep?
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astrangerthatlovesyou · 5 months
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“It’s okay to not be okay”
Unless it impacts your work performance…
Or your grades
Or how you act
Or if it causes you to say no
Or if you’re harder to be around
Or if you need time alone
Or if you talk about it
Or show symptoms
“It’s okay to not be okay”
Unless you have trauma
Unless you have one of those “scary” mental illnesses
Unless it inconveniences me
Unless you’re undiagnosed
Unless you cry or scream or make a scene
Unless you don’t keep that shit to yourself
Unless you make me uncomfortable
Unless I can’t infantilize or fetishize you
Unless you have hallucinations
Unless you have psychosis
Unless you get angry
Unless I think you’re cringe
Unless you can’t preform hygiene tasks
Unless you’re disabled, or trans, or gay, or not white, or fat, or AFAB, or intersex, or a man… so I guess anyone
“It’s okay to not be okay”
As long as nobody ever finds out.
Our society has a severe issue with performative activism, and mental health is a huge example of this. Every time someone considers reaching out, they run through this list mentally. This is why true activists and resources need to be loudly supportive of all the things on this list. Take the subtext out of your support.
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snowe-zolynn-rogers · 28 days
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Also, totally not me grieving, but what if Ruin fucked up and just managed to turn several trillion people and animatronics into cats instead of collapsing their dimensions.
So, then, after Solar 'dies' Moon is just standing screaming meanwhile newly kitten Solar is pressing his face against Moons legs in confusion because he's tiny and cold on the floor and doesn't know how to move besides wriggling like a worm.
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magsusopium · 1 month
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I want to see them fight, I want to see them lose again and again
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But what if freakshow Caine won?...
Freakshow AU - @hootbon Carnival AU - @sm-baby
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zoomzooml · 3 months
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Bumblebee overthinks late at night after a fight with one of his teammates
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sdv-said-what · 3 months
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Cabbages are flowers in botanical terms and I finally found a way to share this sacred knowledge to the world.
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kiame-sama · 3 months
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Drag Me To Hell- (Yandere!Alastor x Chubby!Fem!reader) pt 2.
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Warnings; same warnings apply from Hazbin Hotel as to here, but if you know Hazbin, you're already prepared for what's coming, spoilers for episode 1 of Hazbin, a bit more "background" for reader, fem pronouned reader,
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"I swear, if you film me goin' at it with mister fancy-talk creepy voice here, you'd be rollin' in participants willin' to stay at this tacky hotel."
"Haha, never going to happen."
You glanced over from where you sat at Husker's bar, seeing Angel Dust make a few gestures to Alastor. The Radio Demon in question had a sneer on his face disguised as a wide grin, almost seeming annoyed with the consistent light flirting from Angel.
Angel would never have him.
Alastor- as you knew him- was not an overly sexual being, and anything that did come over him was fleeting if even substantial enough to act on. Besides, he was not one to expose himself to just anyone. It took decades for Alastor to come to you, and you were by his side more often than anyone else in his demonic life. You suspected part of why he was even willing to approach you about the matter was because you were already the equivalent of a lady in waiting to him.
His living diary. His secretary. His studio assistant. His bed-fellow. His ensnared soul bound eternally to be loyal to him alone. His favorite soul in the entire collection.
You weren't his strongest- if anything, you were his weakest- but you were his favorite.
"Hey," Angel started, "I have a question, if freaky-face over there is so powerful, then why can't he just make people stay here?"
"Oh, trust me," the light around Alastor faded and his antlers slightly grew, "I can!"
It was then Husker spoke up, a bottle in hand and a frown on his face.
"Why do you think I'm here?"
The hell-cat bartender was a familiar face to you. He was yet another soul in Alastor's repertoire and his contract was one that made you pity the gruff demon. You were there when it was struck after-all, not that Husker knew that.
Alastor didn't like going places without you, so he would often contain you inside of his microphone cane. In a sense, you were the spirit possessing his microphone. Where it went, so did you, meaning you were always by Alastor's side. Of course, you could be separate from it, he just didn't usually want you to be. An eternal summon bound by the shred of demonic power you had to your name.
"You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fucks bitch and moan all the time if he wasn't forcin' me?"
"I like being forced."
"Keep that to yourself, Niff."
The sudden interjection from Nifty actually made you laugh, knowing the twisted inner workings of another of Alastor's 'summons'. Nifty was more like you than Husker, far more intertwined to Alastor and his whims than others. Nifty was more of a pet to Alastor- not that you were any better- and she kept things tidied to Alastor's standards.
"Never change, Nifty."
She smiled at you and Husker rolled his eyes, wiping down the same bottle once again. Husker was damn good at being a bartender and listening, even if he bitched about it while it happened. Between the three of you, you all were used to Alastor and his general behavior in most situations. As Alastor's confidant and microphone, you knew him better than anyone else and even then there were things you didn't know about him.
"Darling, can we talk a moment?"
The words sent anxiety down your spine, but you were quick to answer the non-optional summons. Walking up to his side he lazily wrapped an arm around you, leading you away from the group.
"Yes, Alastor?"
"Ah-ah, what did we talk about?"
"Sorry... Yes... Dear?"
"Hm, I never get tired of hearing that. I just wanted you away from them for a bit, that's all~"
Part of you wondered if Alastor was being serious or not, but decided that he had done far deadlier things to other demons for far less than vaguely annoying him by existing. If anything, his new interest in 'pet-names' was a recent development that likely had to do with his growing jealousy. You had been with Alastor on his seven-year 'sabbatical' and now you both were among others like this. It was clear to you that he was finding himself a bit more possessive of you.
"Just happy to have you here, and trust me, I'll make sure you never leave."
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Ok but like if they all came back to life, I feel like it could go one of two directions with how the choir reacts afterward
They could either never bring up what happened with Karnak because it was like too painful or something
Or it could go in the complete opposite direction with them constantly bringing up what happened, usually to make fun of each other
Like one day this one teacher is being a huge jackass so when the teacher asks if they have any fun facts they’d like to share with the class Noel just stands up and goes “When a lioness has children-“
Ocean and Constance are desperately trying not to laugh
Mischa makes it a personal game to call as many people as possible a spielverderber
Somebody is talking for a really long time during a presentation and when it’s over Ricky just signs “And that is why not everyone should have a library card!” while Mischa just tries to not burst out laughing
Penny will sometimes recite Ricky’s Silver Surfer speech just so she can laugh about it later when people are like “Wow. So deep 🥲”
Sometimes you’ll just hear one of them humming everyone’s songs
The funniest time this has happened is when Noel caught Ocean humming “This Song Is Awesome”
Constance bakes everyone Zolar themed cupcakes and they’re so good
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fox-moblin · 1 year
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“Pfffbbbttt -Wild! Your hair is in my mou- aghck”
Quick sketch while I wait for the bus. Because:
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*please do not repost* *click for better quality*
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I've never wanted to eat a radio so badly in my entire life...
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black-aurora-nora · 11 months
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Sibling Squabbles | Yandere!Superman and Jon x Teen!Reader
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“Jon, please get out the way.” You demanded in an even tone.
The younger boy didn’t budge from his spot in front of the door. His gaze held firm and he shook his head, “Dad said you couldn’t leave.”
“Clark doesn’t hold authority over me.” You reminded him matter of factly, “He’s not my father and I’m not your sister.”
Jon frowned deeply at your words, “Dad said you’d have a hard time-“
“Move, Jon!” You demanded again, louder.
You moved up to him, trying to shuffle past him with your backpack filled with a few essentials.
“Where would you even go?! You were homeless before this!”
“And? At least I wasn’t stuck in some house with creepy men!” You rebutted angrily, grabbing for the doorknob.
Jon grabbed your wrist, gripping it tight, “I’m not creepy! And neither is my dad! Take that back!” He knew that his dad told him to be gentle with you since you were still settling down but you were going too far.
“No! I mean it! You’re creepy!” You repeated sharply, trying to wrestle your wrist from Jon’s grip. “Ugh! It’s no wonder your mom left-!”
A sickening crack sounded from your wrist and you saw it crinkle in a way it wasn’t supposed to then a horrible pain that left you screaming from both the shock of what happened and the pain.
Jon stood frozen, breathing uneven.
He looked from your crumpled arm to your snotty face.
He hadn’t meant to hurt you. His father had warned him plenty of times to use his powers for good and here he was hurting you because you said something hurtful.
“I-I’m- (Y/N), I’m so-!” He reached out to you and you jerked back violently with a yelp.
“Stay the fuck away from me!” You snapped, opening the door with your good hand and running out towards the trail that led to the city.
Jon decided it best that he not follow you.
He knew you wouldn’t escape now anyhow. You were far too hurt and in too much shock to get far enough. And no one would allow a young teen like you to walk around with a broken arm if you did make it to the city.
The next time he saw you, which was a day later, his father had brought you back home with a blue cast on your arm.
You looked exhausted, pissed off, and every other negative emotion that people could feel.
Clark had you both in the living room and glanced at the two of you sternly. He looked at you first with an expectant gaze.
“(Y/N), apologize to your brother.” He said, arms crossed.
You kept your gaze on the cast for a moment.
A deep breath in, “Sorry.”
“You can do better than that.” Clark wasn’t one that took apologies lightly. You had to put your full heart into it. “Remember what we talked about at the doctor’s.”
Another deep breath, “Sorry for saying stuff about your mother.” You gritted out, “And about you… I didn’t mean it.” Your voice was incredibly monotone but Clark knew that was the best they were going to get from you right now.
He knew there’d be plenty more altercations in the future to teach you how to apologize properly and honestly.
He turned to Jon, “Be more careful in the future,” He reminded him simply, “And apologize to your sister.”
Jon’s lip wobbled as he gazed at you and you wished great harm upon him. How dare he act like he was the one that had been victimized? Like he was innocent?
How dare Clark make you apologize first when Jon had hurt you? Now you were stuck in a cast and had been set back.
“I’m sorry, (Y/N). I won’t do that ever again and I forgive you.” He gave you a teary smile, “I know you’re having a hard time and I should’ve kept my anger in check.”
Clark smiled warmly, “Try to keep the sibling squabble to a minimum, okay, you two?” He patted you both on the head.
He then stood up and made his way to the kitchen, “Who wants breakfast?” He asked, tying an apron around his person, “I’m thinking waffles, eggs and bacon!”
Jon licked his lips, “I’ll have some! Can I help?!” He asked excitedly, running after his father.
“Of course you can, Jon.” You heard Clark answer from the kitchen, “(Y/N), come join us.”
God you hated them with every fiber of your being.
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