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celtic-crossbow · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023

No. 4 Shock | No. 7 “Can You Hear Me?”

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader (Platonic/Early Relationship)

Setting: Post farm / Pre prison

Warnings: Electric shock, blood, CPR

“M’gonna check the fence.”

“I’ll get the generator.”

It was a safe enough place to make camp. It was freezing, snow coming down in large flakes to stick to the couple of inches already on the ground. Being inside a building was already a blessing but with a fence around it? You couldn’t ask for more!

The few vehicles left to your group were unloaded, everyone else was inside getting set up. You opted to stay close to Daryl, as you often did. Sometimes, he seemed annoyed. Other times, indifferent. But since the fall of the farm, you found that he didn’t seem to mind your company. Hell, he had even sought you out the nights you had watch. Conversation was always light, but the silence in between became comfortable. The man didn’t sleep much, but when he did, he opted to sleep close to the group so that he was near you.

It wasn’t until he started putting his arm around you on cold nights, pulling you back against his chest, that you began to question exactly where you stood with him. Friendship was one thing. That was an entirely different animal. Not that you were opposed. Simply confused. Even more so, when it became a common occurrence.

There wasn’t much you could do right now to help. Staying out of the way, hovering somewhere between Rick and the archer, was probably the best option. You began to check out the treeline, eyes peeled for any signs of danger, living or dead. Thankfully, it was quiet. You felt like you were waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Glancing down at Daryl, he was pulling on sections of the fence, checking their integrity. It seemed like a kind of heavy wire, not chainlink. If it kept out walkers and unsavory characters for the night, it could have been made of playdough for all you cared.

A glance back to where Rick worked found him studying the generator. There was barely enough light of day left for him to see without a flashlight. Maybe you should offer yours. You let the idea move about uselessly in your head while your eyes curiously followed some of the cables from behind the generator. Strange. What was out here that needed power?

The generator was sputtering when you found the metal clips at the end, your brow furrowed. They were attached to the fence. That didn’t make— ‘Oh, shit!’

Y/N, meet other shoe.

“Daryl, let go!” You cried as the noise from the generator spurred to life, your eyes filled with horror just as the archer turned his head toward your call, both hands on the wire. There was a loud sound, like one of those lights meant to fry mosquitos but amplified. Your feet were already moving before Daryl had hit the ground, tendrils of smoke rising from his clothes.

“Oh my god, Daryl! Daryl, can you hear me?” His eyes were closed. Small streams of red filtered from his nose and— oh, god — his ears. His palms were burned, charred and smoking from his grip on the fence, while smaller burns were scattered across parts of his skin that you could see. You didn’t know if you should touch him. Your knowledge of anything medical was limited to smacking someone on the back if they were choking. What help could you be now? “Rick!”

The ex-sheriff was already stumbling onto his knees beside you, nervously assessing the situation. You heard the door open, the others obviously hearing your cries. “What’s going on?” Hershel. Yes! Yes, you needed Hershel!

“Fence. Daryl. Shocked.” You stammered, not making much sense but the old man was jogging over anyway.

“He’s not breathing.” Rick muttered, mostly to himself, with a haunted, panicked glaze over his eyes that you were slowly coming to know very well. He lifted Daryl to remove the crossbow from his back. It’s a wonder the thing wasn’t broken from the impact. Maybe it was. Hershel and Rick moved as if they could read each other’s thoughts. The veterinarian began chest compressions, halting only long enough for Rick to force air into the archer’s lungs with a trembling hand pinching his nose shut.

Everyone had moved closer but kept distance to let the men do what was needed. Except Carol. Through her own tears, she wrapped her arms around your shoulders and pulled you to your feet.

“No.” You mumbled quietly at first, shaking your head before pulling against her to get back to Daryl’s side. “No! Daryl! Daryl!”

“They’re trying to help him!” The older woman reasoned, spinning you so that your cheek was pressed against the front of her shoulder. You could barely see through your tears but Rick was shouting in frustration, and Hershel kept shaking his head. “It’s okay.” Carol whispered. Her fingers carded through your hair but offered little comfort.

“Daryl.” You whimpered, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand.

A loud, wheezing inhale came from the ground, followed by a series of coughs. It was the most beautiful sound you’d ever heard.

“Glad you’re back,” you heard Rick practically gasp the words, his tense posture relaxing a little. Hershel slumped in exhaustion but it gave you a glimpse of Daryl. He was pale, drawing in quick breaths, and had yet to move.

“Think… fence s’good.”

In all your time with your little apocalypse family, you had never seen Daryl sleep as deeply as he was now. It had only been a few hours since the incident, but the image of him, unmoving, was trapped at the forefront of your mind. Everyone was asleep, aside from T-Dog being on watch by the door. The room was warm, the small fireplace enough to keep a little heat going even as the flames burned lower.

You sat next to where they had placed the archer, giving him the only bed in the building. He protested that Lori should have it, of course, being pregnant and all, but even she had insisted. Exhausted from the trauma, he had fallen asleep soon after Hershel had done his initial checks for early signs of nerve damage or any heart abnormalities. His palms were wrapped heavily, having received the worst of the burns. Dried blood was still beneath his nose and ears, but that could be dealt with later. Gauze covered the other burns on his arms and neck. You were instructed on how to check his pulse and what to watch for while he rested.

“Ya ain’t tired?”

Your eyes had been glued to the rise and fall of his chest, so engrossed that you hadn’t noticed his eyes open. Those pretty, pretty blue eyes.

“No, I’m, uh…I’m good.” You sniffled and moved forward to the edge of the chair, reaching for his wrist. He flinched but didn’t pull back as he would have only a few months before. “Just checking your pulse.” He gave an almost imperceptible nod, eyes slipping closed. Satisfied, you sat back and rubbed a hand over your face. You really were exhausted but letting someone else watch over him wasn’t an option.

“Y’alrigh’?” His eyes were still closed. He must’ve picked up on your uneven breaths or the tap of your foot. Clever jerk.

“Yeah, I’m fine. How are you feeling?”

“Like a human Pop-tart.” He turned his head toward you, eyelids heavy and expression pinched. He was in pain, though he’d never admit it. Hershel had left some Tylenol but you’d have to wrestle him to get him to take it.

Still…

“Hershel left—”

“Don’ need it.”

“Of course you don’t.” You pursed your lips and crossed your arms. “Go back to sleep.”

“Ya need ta sleep too, y’know.”

“I have to keep an eye on your heartrate.”

He hummed, eyes opening a little wider. Without warning he pushed himself up onto his elbows with a wince and moved to the opposite side of the bed, collapsing back onto the pillow.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You whisper yelled. You hoped he could see your irritation in the glare you were giving him since you couldn’t verbally express it at the moment.

“Shuddup an’ get in.” Daryl gave a jerk of his chin toward the now empty space in front of you.

“Daryl, I need to—”

“I gotcha covered. Jus’ get in, damnit.” With an annoyed huff, you toed off your boots and climbed under the blanket, flopping onto your side to face him. “Now c’mere.” The archer stretched out the arm closest to you in invitation. You hesitated. Sure, you’d slept next to him before but he was behind you, keeping you warm. This was…not that. “C’mon, ain’t got all night.” Gulping audibly, you scooted closer, gently laying your head against the front of his shoulder. His arm came around from behind you to rest against your side.

“Won’t this irritate those burns?”

“Nah, s’fine. Gimme yer hand.” You lifted your hand from where you had it sheltered in front of you and allowed him to gently grab your wrist with his fingertips. He was carefully avoiding his wrapped palm coming into contact. Your hand was placed, palm down, against his chest, his fingers pressing it flat. “There. Monitor away an’ get some sleep.” His heart thudded strongly at a regular pace, the feel of it soothing. You found yourself smiling at this sweet gesture, only to look up and be met with his raised brow.

“You’re such an ass. Go to sleep.”

“You firs’.”

“Fine.” A beat of silence. “Think I’ll dream about Rick kissing you again? That was kinda hot.”

“Stop.”

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tenacioustrashcloudlamp · 1 month

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A muscular guy is in ventricular fibrillation, and ready for the defibrillation!

Anyone can be my muscular guy for defibrillation role play? 🫣

#cpr resus #male cpr #defibrillation #defibrillator #male chest #resuscitation #muscular #muscule #electric shock

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thecorvidforest · 8 months

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I need you all to know about the Judge Rotenberg Center in Massachusetts.

(Content warning for below the cut: ableism, electroshock torture of developmentally & intellectually disabled people, mention of death)

Two days ago (Sep. 7th, 2023), the Massachusetts Supreme Judicial Court ruled that a residential school called the Judge Rotenberg Center can continue to use electric shock devices called GEDs (graduated electronic decelerator) that are worn 24/7 to attempt to control the actions of developmentally & intellectually disabled people.

JRC calls itself an education & treatment school for “emotionally disturbed students with conduct, behavior, emotional, and/or psychiatric problems, as well as those with intellectual disabilities or on the autism spectrum” (according to their website). They have around 50 residences throughout Massachusetts. Their strategies center around restraint and punishment for unwanted behaviors. At least five deaths are attributed directly and indirectly to their treatments.

They say these electric shock devices, which are stronger than a police grade taser and are irrefutably shown to cause permanent mental & physical damage, are “life saving” and that they’re used on people “for whom all other treatment options have been tried and failed”.

Here’s a short list of things their “students” (who are placed there by their families and very likely have no choice in the matter, and are disproportionately Black/Brown/Indigenous) are shocked for:

hand flapping/stimming

standing up

sitting down

swearing

speaking

not fulfilling a simple task

any perceived disobedience

making noises because of their disability

making noises while being shocked (such as screaming or crying)

sitting in the "wrong" way

acting without permission

incontinence

More info on JRC here and on their history here (content warning: graphic & disturbing descriptions of ableism & torture in both links, death & suicide in the 2nd link).

This is just the latest piece of an ongoing battle to stop electric shock treatment on disabled people. In 2023 we are still not seen as human enough to be the victims of human rights violations.

Info on how you can help here. Disabled people have been trying to get eyes on this fight for decades. Please talk about it. Please don’t let this go unseen like it always does.

#stop the shock #ableism #cw ableism #tw ableism #ableism tw #ableism cw #judge rotenberg center #shock therapy #torture #tw torture #torture tw #electric shock #cw torture #torture cw #disability #disability advocacy #developmental disability #intellectual disability #disability justice

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gameraboy2 · 1 year

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Julie Newmar as Catwoman in Batman (1966), "The Catwoman Goeth"

#my gif #video #julie newmar #catwoman #The Catwoman Goeth #cheesecake #vintage #batman #batman 1966 #electric shock #switch #1966 #1960s #comics

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nineteenfiftysix · 9 months

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Selected Works & Projects: Sep. 16, 2018 - Jun. 13, 2022

#selected works #femaleidolsedit #femadolsedit #ggroupsdaily #kpopggedit #kpopedit #f(x)#electric shock #pink tape #red light #4 walls #gif animation #gif #graphic design #gfx

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lunaeclipse2024 · 3 months

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1,000 units of electricity going through the feeble brain.

#electroshock #shock therapy #shock torture #electric shock #electroshock therapy #electroconvulsive therapy

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ecgekg · 5 months

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we can't see an ecg readout but the AED has diagnosed VFIB and the big guy is gonna get a shock

#male patient #medfet #electrodes #defib #defibrillator #aed #shocked #electro shock #electric shock #resus

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moldforest · 1 month

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Meet the Electrician ! 〽️⚡⚠️

In case of a defective toaster or loose contacts in your wiring, call 1-800-he-will-probably-cause-a-small-fire-trying-to-fix-it !

Elisio Casu swindled his way into the Mann Co. facility maintainance crew despite his more than lacking real portfolio; the Italian charm is unbeatable. Higher-ups caught wind of his constant mishaps and the mostly destructive, violent nature of them, and saw enough potential to recruit him for a trial month on the battlefield.

Freshly deployed with the Team, one of his new tasks was actually learning to repair and maintain electrical devices. The killing part he already had down, whether he liked it or not.

In time he will prove himself useful on and off the battlefield by disabling the power of entire enemy facilities, rewiring sentries to send electrical impulses that burn sappers to crisps, and of course housework like assisting The Sciency Bunch in various deranged experiments. Purely for educational purposes, of course. Nothing malicious ever brews in self proclaimed innovators' minds.

If he is successful, or even survives, remains to be seen.

Thanks for reading this itsy bitsy lore bit :3

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whump321 · 2 months

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Electrocution Reference

Don't ask why, but I stuck my tongue on a charger (I thought it wasn't plugged in but it was). I didn't realize what it's like to be electrocuted (aside from a little shock)

My vision went blue and white, my ears rang, and my tongue went numb. I felt like I was underwater and that my life was flashing before my eyes. All of this happened in the span of a millisecond.

Once I snapped out of it, it's like I was pulled out of water. There was a bang as my ears popped, followed by my vision returning and the feeling coming back in my tongue.

I realized my heart was beating fast and I had a headache that wasn't present before. My hair was all over the place and I couldn't think for a second. I am better now! :D

Do what this info what you will.

Don't try this at home XD

#whump #whump scenario #whump prompt #whump community #whump writing #electrocution #electric whump #electric shock #writing reference #whump reference #writing tools #writing inspiration #my prompts

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limplegsakimbo · 28 days

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how did you go about creating your chat bots? curious about the process, how did you train their AI?

#ELECTRIC SHOCK #CATTLE PROD!!!!!!!

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ohnoithurts · 6 months

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For @ailesswhumptober day 23- Forced to Watch, day 28- Whumpee Hair Pulling, and alt 8- Electrocution

#ailesswhumptober2023 #whumptober #whump art #jason todd #dick grayson #forced to watch #electric shock #hair pulling #my art #i am addicted to fics where dick is the whumpee and jason is the caretaker #especially if it involves dick sacrificing himself and jason feeling guilty #i love them and i want them to be miserable

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dresden-syndrome · 7 months

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16/VI-1963. Class 4 detention unit, State Security department No. 98, Středočeský region, People's Union Republic of Czechoslovakia, EESU

-…On May 25, you, comrade Štušek and comrade Trnka were out on the [redacted] street in Pardubice all day long. Just right where the mass armed sabotage took place. A bizarre coincidence, isn't it?

Václav hadn't been given even a second to react as another shot of electricity filled every corner of his body with even more pain. Tears dropped down his bruised face, legs started to shake from the spasms, as if trying desperately to fight the pain within. The previous shocks were horrible enough but now, as the voltage was increased one more time, it was unbearable.

-Please!… - Václav cried helplessly, unable to even think of anything else from the agony - Make it stop!….

"Stop it, comrade Páleníček." - the careless croaky voice commanded across the room. Just a moment after, it stopped. It finally stopped. The shock was gone, leaving the prisoner with nothing but pain from the recent beating and fear before the next one.

The scrawny middle-aged officer who was the one to ask questions while walking up and down the interrogation room with a cheap cigarette in hand, stopped around the table, smiling condescendingly at Václav's face.

-Too much to take, eh? Come on, Vacek. No need to play an innocent lamb. If you want it to stop so badly, why don't you tell us the truth?

The officer leaned further, blowing a bitter cloud of smoke to the prisoner's face.

-You will answer, or we will keep going. It's one or the other. You choose.

Day 3 of Whumptober

Prompt: "Make it stop"

Art taglist: @painful-pooch @prismpanic @generic-whumperz @suspicious-whumping-egg @onlywhump