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intersectionalpraxis · 2 months
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Famine is in Gaza because the IOF has been and is starving Palestinian people. 13 children...and the state of Northern Gaza is just beyond horrifying -this terrorizing occupation must end. This doesn't just stop at a ceasefire. The IOF must be held accountable for their war crimes.
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electrozeistyking · 7 days
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More facts on the Rare Bites AU: these little guys are about this small when nori attempts to help their fellow disassembly drones. i feel like they (along with many other disassemblers their age) would not have been able to “get at nori” or any of the extra oil she might’ve brought with her. the adults are definitely way too big and wouldn’t have carried if they accidentally trampled on them.
it didn't used to be this way, but it was unfortunately hard for their parents to put up with extra mouths to feed when they're also starving. they were all vaguely aware of each others existences before shit hit the fan. for some reason, after the whole nori thing, their parents collectively decided they wanted more oil and tried to kill their offspring.
due to their size, the trio banded together and hid in some small alcove the bigger disassemblers wouldn't have access to (being an incredibly deep hole in a wall somewhere that their tiny, scrawny bodies could fit inside). and they've basically been their own little family ever since.
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cheesecakethots · 7 months
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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.
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frownyalfred · 3 months
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Oh since Bruce didn't die his kids are going to be PISSED. he's going to wake up surrounded by his family shouting "WE COULD HAVE SHARED"
Bruce had very valid reasons for not sharing. The boys were going to go hungry eventually no matter what, but Bruce spared them as long as he could.
They’re not adults, save for Dick and maybe Jason. They’re injured, they have too many nutritional needs, or they’re still growing. Their margin for error on sustenance is so much thinner than it is for Bruce.
I’ve been watching Alone on Hulu like I’ve mentioned in another ask, and the big guys — muscular or fat or some combination of the two — can easily drop 40-60 lbs before they get really, really sick. It’s not pretty, but it’s possible.
The women and smaller men on the show can’t do that. If they show up thin, they’re some of the first ones to tap out on the show.
Someone like Dick or Tim who are operating at leaner weights can’t drop that much weight without becoming very weak. Bruce made a calculated guess — that he could lose that mass easier than any of his kids. He was right.
But yes. They’re going to give him hell for it later. There are long term deficits to losing that kind of weight, but Bruce was also right that children/younger people would have far worse issues than him, had they been the one instead.
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loonybun · 1 month
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since i just answered an ask abt cannibalism on one of my oc blogs, i bring to you one of my favorite underused and yet so so so fucked up tropes: forced cannibalism. specifically used on a whumpee who’s been starved for days. you see the vision right
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very-uncorrect · 2 months
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I love how Tails is a little bit chubby because it shows how Sonic was so determined to care for him when he took him in, he saw how thin and frail this toddler was and was like not on my watch I'm gonna learn how to cook for you
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From my reincarnated sukuna's s/o drabble
Tw pregnancy (reader has sukuna's kid), death of unborn child, mentions of starvation
Seeing all these fics were suku tries to impregnate us made me think....
What if at that time reader was like pregnant when they died? Like even after sukuna's sealment urame tries to save sukuna's s/o and unborn child but the moment he finds them its too late, both them and the baby are already to gone to save. They find their body in a cell outside the villages, already thin and dry(???) from starvation, since that was the only way for the socerers/ villagers get rid of them.
But years later reader's reincarnated and so is the unborn kid, the lil one being reader's younger sibiling now, but after they encounter sukuna the lil one's hair starts to change color by the few weeks...from its original color to a pinkish color
Ya'll see where im going with this?
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intersectionalpraxis · 2 months
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I shared an image of Yazan a few days ago. He was severely emaciated. Only to find out he passed away recently. The IOF has been systemically genociding and starving Palestinian people, and the world should never stop talking about this. This little child suffered right until the end of his life, and I don't want anyone to forget nor forgive settler-colonial Israel for this. The IOF may pay for their war crimes and crimes against humanity.
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electrozeistyking · 8 days
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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
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justbreakonme · 1 year
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A team just found their missing member after they were “lost” in the woods for days.
The starvation, dehydration, and exhaustion were expected. The finger shaped bruises the leader caught sight of before being hastily covered up were not.
They insist over and over that they got lost, nothing happened, everything was fine, they would be okay after a good nights rest and something to eat.
But the leader doesn’t believe them, and they know it.
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hywenhei · 17 days
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the WoW whump event is rlly motivating me right now so... time for prompt lists! (starting from day 2 bcs i missed day 1 yesterday bcs of the boops)
Day 2: Starvation/Thirst/"Please..."
Whumpee is left chained in Whumper's basement without food or water for days on end. By the time Whumper finally meets their new captive, they are weak, pale and can only say one word - "Please."
Whumpee is overworking themselves at their new job (could be from pressure on themselves, could be from their boss Whumper) and while working on a difficult assignment, forgets to eat/drink until it is too late and they end up passing out (into Caretaker's arms).
Similar to the first prompt, but Whumper withholds food from Whumpee just so that they can hear them beg for it. Bonus points if it's given to them just out of reach of where Whumpee is chained/tied up.
Whumper is fed up with their victim's constant begging for water, so they decide to give it to them - via holding their head down in a tub of water. Whumpee's feeble pleas are drowned out by their own coughs and splutters as they desperately try to fill their lungs with air again.
i've never done something like this before so please let me know if you like it! more posts hopefully coming soon!
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whump-queen · 1 year
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I love vampire whumpees because ~
they’re just hungry little guys,, you can starve them and then hurt them for not being able to control themselves and lunging at the first sight of blood
it’s so easy to convince them to hate themselve, that they’re monsters, that they deserve this.
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britishassistant · 1 month
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Not me combining my dunmeshi and bg3 hyperfixations to headcanon that the reason Gale has abs is because he’s in a state of constant malnourishment.
It’s like an actor or a bodybuilder. If you deprive the body of enough water, enough fat through fasting, even with little exercise you can have a physique that’s fit for a magazine cover, or doing an action scene in a movie. But it’s not sustainable for long periods of time. It means you’re drained. Tired. Unable to perform physically or mentally at your best.
And the orb is constantly draining Gale. It’s eaten away at his magic to the point where he’s gone from an archmage back to level one at the start of the game.
And maybe some of that is the tadpole, but we see the orb physically affecting him in game, when he’s afflicted with arcane hunger. He’s hunched over, struggling for breath against the pangs wracking his body, snappy, cranky, desperate. The magical items he’s fed give him relief, but less and less each time, like someone starving slowly receiving the same small snack and expecting it to feel as filling as when they were mostly full.
Who’s to say that, once Gale’s magic is drained, the orb doesn’t begin eating away at other forms of energy his body produces? Siphoning away the nutrients he gets from eating and drinking, gradually eating into stored fat and water weight. Until the desperate grasp for sustenance, for nutrients, for energy, results in a supernova exceeding the limits of the human body.
The brightest stars burn out fastest, after all.
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frownyalfred · 3 months
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then jason, the other Certified Big Guy in the family, will be EXTRA pissed because how dare bruce be so selfless to him as well. unless he was also squirrelling away rations to give to tim, dick and damian.
I hc that Jason has a higher metabolism post Lazarus Pit AND, as Clark mentions in the fic, he’s carrying almost as much extra muscle as, if not more than, Bruce. Extra muscle = extra calories to maintain body weight.
Bruce didn’t want to see Jason hungry. Jason is infuriated with his father. Back from the Lazarus Pit and even now Bruce can’t treat him like a full adult.
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purple-heart-x · 1 year
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Nothing like a more experienced whumpee quieting a newer whumpee almost violently when Younger breaks and begins to cry with need for something completely natural to them (food, water, sleep). Older slapping a hand over Younger’s mouth hissing angrily- or, really, desperately- that they know it hurts, but they can’t.
Older shooting an apologetic glance, barely hiding their panic, at the rescuers. Unable to hold in stutters as they assure the rescuers that they’ll be good, Younger was just a little scared, he swears they’ll be good. Managing to keep their voice somewhat calm despite the stutters, muted panic in their tone as they try to defuse the situation. Subtly positioning themself between the rescuers and Younger, hoping and praying they’ll be spared and given another chance. 
Just something about Older being protective over Younger despite being just as or even more scared than Younger of anyone near them. Being forced to be rough with Younger to shut them up so they might survive.
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whumpflash · 6 months
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cw: starvation, dehumanization, death mentions
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Though it was springtime, the morning air was chill and damp, crisp to breathe but cold on the skin. Cerus felt it more than most; he'd been given a scrap of rough-woven fabric that was little more than a loincloth to make the journey to the mines, where he would likely spend the rest of his days.
Scant though it was, it was more than he'd been allowed in the dungeons. His own dungeons, where the rebel leaders should be rotting right now. Instead, they'd called themselves Council and made themselves comfortable in his throne room.
Though he had been granted healing, walking still caused him pain. And though his limbs were slow and stiff and useless, they still had him in chains. Shackles on his wrists, on his ankles, further slowing him down. A full armed escort had been assigned to accompany him, but Cerus didn't see the point. The task could have been accomplished just as easily with a single man, armed or not. What could he possibly do now? He had no magic. He'd hardly been allowed his own body.
Likely they wanted to make it a spectacle. Let all the villagers and townsfolk they passed know that the great Shadow King had been broken and brought low. Cerus refused to let himself care. These people had already taken so much from him; he wouldn't lose his dignity so easily, wouldn't cower before those who hated him so.
The journey onwards was slow; the guards were mounted, but Cerus walked, chained between two horses. Though every step was pain, he supposed he should count himself lucky. He'd read of punishments of past centuries where a prisoner would be forced to run behind a horse until their legs failed and they were dragged to their death. These guards mostly seemed bored, content to ignore him as long as he kept walking.
As the days wore on though, he was getting weaker. No surprise there, the old wounds still hurt, and the guards only fed him the barest amount. Determined as Cerus was to hold out and take this treatment, he dragged the hollow feeling in his stomach with him like a weight, and the smell of the cookfires had him dangerously close to begging for a better supper.
Just a bite, just a little more than they deigned him worthy of. Something to quell the hunger that was starting to eat his very thoughts.
Maybe he sat a little too close to the fires, stretched as far as the chains would allow, or maybe he let his gaze linger a little too long on the stew pot, but one of the guards seemed to at last catch the hunger on his face.
"Take a look. The shadow wants some company."
"Company? I think it wants your stew."
Cerus shrank back, dropping his gaze and weighing his options. Asking for a meal, even just with his eyes, was a risky move, but there was a chance he could catch them in a giving mood. Right now, he was hungry enough to be bold.
"I…" he kept his head down. "Is there any food to spare?" It wasn't begging, it was surviving. Even if the road ahead was grim, he refused to die a death so common as starvation. His query was met with bawdy laughter from the men around the fire.
"Shadow wants the scraps!"
"It better ask nicer then."
"Don't be so cruel, I have something to spare for him!"
Heat rose to Cerus's face, and he grimaced, tension building in his shoulders. 
If I had my magic— No. Anger would do him no good here. He choked down any biting responses that would surely earn him a beating, resigned to letting his indignation sour in his empty stomach.
The men had taken to whispering amongst themselves, low voices occasionally interrupted by a short, barking laugh, and he thought they'd already forgotten him.
But then one of the guards tossed an object into the dirt before him. Cerus raised his head, eyeing it warily. Its form was muddled by the deep blue of dusk, but the firelight lined its edges. Was it a rock? Another taunt? He inches forwards, squinting at it. No, not a rock. A ragged chunk of brown peasant bread.
Maybe he'd gotten lucky after all.
Cerus reached for the bread with bound hands, but his chains kept him just short of it. If he could just contort his body, stretch just a little more---
The boot of a guard flattened the thing before he could reach it, and Cerus jerked his hands back. They twitched, a sharp ache pulsing in the twisted bone there, as if imaging it was fingers and not the bread that had been crushed. He looked up at the guard ruefully, unable to bury the flash of anger.
"What? Think you deserved that?"
Deserve. That word has been flung around like an excuse since the moment of his capture. Cerus took a breath, bowing his head.
"Please. It's-- it's already on the ground." It isn't begging. "Just let me--"
The guard twisted his boot in response, further grinding the bread into the dirt. "There. Now it's really on the ground. Still want it?"
Cerus didn't look up. "Yes."
He flinched when the guard barked out a sudden laugh, taking a step back and kicking the mangled scrap of food closer to Cerus. "Then eat."
It was ragged and flat, covered in grit and whatever filth had clung to the guard's boots, but Cerus reached for it still.
"No," the guard snapped, and he froze. "If you want to eat more than you're worth, you'll eat like a dog. Touch it with your hands and I'll break them."
Cerus's face burned with shame, but he obeyed, bending over it like a cat lapping at a bowl. He couldn't ignore the painful knotting in his stomach, not when there was something to eat right in front of him. The guards erupted in laughter as he took some into his mouth, trying to ignore the grit in his teeth, the dirt that turned to mud on his tongue.
It is surviving. One more day and they'd be dragging my body down the road.
Though the act of eating it had reduced him to entertainment, the bread did somewhat ease his hunger, turning the unignorable gnawing to a hollow pang.
Let them laugh. He wouldn't let himself fall on the road. He would survive the journey.
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