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sweet-beezus · 2 years

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Day 5: Gummiship

@khoc-week

World hopping is no easy feat, but at least it comes with plenty of options to get around!

Of course, this means a small boy like this will have to find ways to do so, especially if he wants to explore!

During the Age of Fairytales, Alto's best means was by using portals! It's how he got from place to place effeciently that wasn't just him walking or running to get there. It took him to many spectacular places that sadly he may not remember now, but will always cherish deep in his heart.

His favorite world to visit at that time was the Olympus Coliseum! He idolizes Hercules and looks up to his strength to protect what matters, but also his willingness to admit that not everything can stay in one piece for long.

Another memory forgotten from that time, but revisiting that world and reliving that in a distant future seemed to replace it in his heart. While not his favorite anymore, he still cherishes everything he learned.

Now, though, after his heart was time jumped to the future (via rebirth, surprisingly not through Xehanort, he became someone else entirely which I may touch on, who knows?) he had lost the power to create portals, along with many other things (ie. his memories), so how was he supposed to get around?

Well, after being awakened in the Mysterious Tower (before the events of KH2), Yen Sid, in an effort to help him regain... anything, really, teamed poor Alto up with another unfortunate soul who had reawakened from a different unfortunate accident(?)

Iliana, a fellow Keyblade wielder, is also a... decent Gummi pilot and more or less came prepped with a ship in need of repair. Despite her concerns with taking a presumably 14 year old boy on a trip that's super dangerous, she reluctantly toted him along wherever she went, and was stuck with him until the end of canon... Marvelous...

On his adventures with her, he saw many new places he never knew existed!! His favorites inevitably being between Halloween Town and Atlantica. On the one hand, he got to dress up as a spooky zombie to scare his new friends, and on the other he was a sea slug!! How could that not be fun?

The most important part to him, however, was helping himself gain new friends despite his lack of memories, and even then old friends were still somehow close by.

Of course, he is always ready to explore and can't wait to see where he goes next! Even if it means hopping between realities to get there.

#sham's art #shamsbabs #alto #iliana #khoc week #khoc week 2022 #[nudges the lore further in there] anyway #i say i'll write about his lore and then only partially indulge #prolly because i already rambled a lot here-#but there is a bit of lore on how he got here 👀#funny enough it connects him and iliana and it's probably the saddest plot detail i ever wrote for them LMAO #but that's for a different prompt (if i remember-)#kh oc #kingdom hearts oc #khux oc #digital doodles #also haha finally iliana content that isn't aor related #aor has been eating away at my brain for too long i almost forgot her og canon-

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yawn-emoji · 2 years

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#who i was march 24 2022 and who i am now are completely different people. i remember crying in caffe reggio to zay sun and adiba because #my dad was in the hospital and we didnt know why and we werent even there to support him and my mom because we had travelled to nyc that #morning. and the whole trip was overshadowed by this sense of grief and fear and horror at what was unfolding back at home while i was #trying to pretend everything was okay and that i was fine. i never cry in public but i cried on the q train while visiting my coworker who #lives in manhattan and then i sobbed in a xi’an famous foods location in manhattan w my brothers because the cheapest and earliest train #home was that night and i had no idea what to do w myself #and when we got home finally we all knew what the diagnosis was but nobody wanted to say it not even the doctors. i dont think anyone used #the actual word cancer to us for months. they cloaked it in such technical terms so as to make it easier to swallow but it was still like.#an elephant in the room yk? nobody told us the stage either but it was a stage iv glioblastoma and i remember going on r/glioblastoma and #just crying reading all the posts abt how difficult this disease is. most projections were six months to a year and a half. a lot of people #even chose not to get treatment because of the high probability that it would make no difference to the prognosis. i have no idea whether we #made the right choice going w chemo or not honestly. only time will tell i guess. inshaAllah this will prove to have been the right choice #idk what im even trying to say now. i just dont reflect a lot on where i was when this started because it’s… almost too painful. i have #given up so much for my dad at this point and i still feel like it’s not enough but also i’ve been trapped by this sickness and i’ve given #up my life to it and idk how to rebuild myself from here. i need to move on w my life but what if these are the last moments w him and i #take those for granted by not staying home to take care of him and spend time w him. again idk what im trying to say here i just have no #idea how we got to this place. it still feels like some insane fever dream that i will suddenly awaken from #seeing pictures of my dad even from 2021 is the hardest thing. i have no idea what happened to that bright funny charismatic loving man. he #is literally a shell of himself at this point and i hate it. it actually turns my stomach sometimes because it all is so wrong #none of this was supposed to happen he was supposed to retire peacefully somewhere tropical in a couple years not get diagnosed w cancer #journal #illness tw

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zackcollins · 2 years

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I’m a special gorl, guys 👉👈🥺

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imagineacoolusername · 1 year

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@carryon-countdown day 23: hurt/comfort

A HERO AND A BOY

661 words, rated G

Summary

Baz comforts Simon after he kills a dragon in first year, and Simon finally returns the favour when Baz drains an animal for the first time.

link to the fic

#i almost went to sleep without posting this because i wrote simons part and then left baz's for later on #but then i completely forgot about it and i remembered as i was getting ready to sleep so i had to write it and post it and here we are now #i hope it doesn't suck that much #carry on countdown #coc 2022 #snowbaz

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b0amagination · 1 year

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I posted 165 times in 2022

52 posts created (32%)

113 posts reblogged (68%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@whumblr

@suspicious-whumping-egg

@b0amagination

@as-a-matter-of-whump

@brutal-nemesis

I tagged 163 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#the words of sneck - 24 posts

#morning reblog - 11 posts

#ask game - 11 posts

#hasan badeaux - 10 posts

#ghost anon - 7 posts

#declan labelle - 7 posts

#whump - 6 posts

#not whump - 5 posts

#as-a-matter-of-whump - 5 posts

#tag game - 5 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i’ve got writing but right now is panic up to finals season so it’s gonna be a minute before i’m able to finish the chapter i’m writing 😅

My Top Posts in 2022:

Hasan and Declan - His first visit/His first visitor

Series masterlist

So! This is a little something different to bring the series back now that I’m finally at the home stretch for the semester. The writing is formatted as a script, so this is actually best experienced as an audio (please ignore any cues that don’t match up, I made some edits) but you can still just read it and get the experience.

And if you’ll remember back: Lee is Hasan’s boyfriend, finally in town to meet the boy he’s been seeing so much about ;) This is probably a month or so into captivity.

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Content warnings: kiss (consensual and subtle), captivity and torture, creepy whumper, painful wound cleaning, implied recorded whump and kidnapping, manipulation, beating,

and for the audio in general: there's some sudden sounds, but nothing too abrasive in my opinion. If you're bothered by yelling, take caution. Also, pain sounds. But I figure that should be more of a draw for this audience <3

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I had to split up the audio file for this chapter so click here for (RECORDING PART 2)

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[The scene opens with hearing footsteps across carpeted floor.]

LEE

Are you sure he’ll be ready? I don’t want to start off on the wrong foot…

HASAN, lighthearted

He’ll be fine. You couldn’t possibly make a bad impression anyway.

LEE

I know, I know. (Beat) I guess I’m just worried about association. It sounds like he hasn’t coped well with things recently.

HASAN

Declan’s resilient. No matter how hard it gets, he doesn’t lose his spark.

LEE

As long as you trust him, I trust you.

HASAN

Mm. Thanks, love. [they kiss LEE] He’s probably still napping. Would you rather wait out here…?

LEE

That would be best. Take your time, babe!

[A door is heard opening and closing as HASAN enters DECLAN’s room.]

HASAN

Good morning, love!

DECLAN

Hi Hasan.

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Hasan and Declan - 12

Series masterlist

Content warnings: intimate whumper, noncon touch, noncon kiss (one brief on the forehead), touchin wounds, electrocution mention, mention of (unintentional) food and water restriction, mention of painful wound cleaning, bound, noncon haircut (minimal), knives, flaying (semi-graphic).

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I had to split up the audio file for this chapter so click here for (RECORDING PART 2)

Previously…

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This was the longest day at work they’d had since they lived with Lee.

Or it certainly felt that way, despite their 8-4 routine taking up the same amount of time.

After spending far too much time on their phone and falling a little behind, Hasan clocked out. Now they were giddily slipping off their coat and rushing to the staircase. They disabled the electricity first, unlocked the chain holding the door shut, and twisted the built in lock before opening the door itself.

A battered piece of metal shone by the light of the staircase, but Hasan’s attention was quickly drawn to the inside of their wooden door. Streaks of dark blood ran down crooked, frantic scratches.

“Mmm…” they hummed to themself, tracing down the deepest one. “You really don’t understand when to stop.”

They took the stairs slowly, listening intently for movement below as they creaked lightly. Nothing until they reached the bottom of the stairs and faint breaths reached their ears.

Declan’s door was open, and they leaned against the frame. He curled up further in front of the television, acutely aware of their presence, clearly panicking, and still refusing to look at them.

“Not going to try and hide it then, are we?” they started, letting a step fall on the concrete.

Declan grunted and shook his head, and Hasan invited themself closer.

“That’s something then, isn’t it?”

He only tensed up, arms coming up to protect his head.

He flinched when Hasan pulled his shoulders back into their lap, straining away, but gentle hands pressed him down and stroked through his hair. God, he was trembling all over.

“Alright, lovely. You’re going to tell me how you spent your day.” Their words left no room for refusal but he shook his head, hyperventilating.

“Nhh- no, no, I ca-an’t-” he cried, and Hasan smudged tears away with their thumbs.

“Yes you can. If you can make such an impressive effort to run, you’ve automatically signed up to tell me all about it.”

“If I tell you, you’ll… you’ll- something like yesterday- I can’t-”

“There seems to be a disconnect between us here. What I don’t get is: if you understood my threat yesterday, then why did you take the next available opportunity to run from me?”

“Because I- I thought I was gonna make it out. Or- or if not- you didn’t have to know.”

“Mmhmm… but then when this happened…” They took his left hand in theirs, flipping it up to prod at his burned palm.

“Hhhh-! Don’t- it h-hurts!”

“Do tell me: how many times did you try turning that knob before you realized it was futile?”

“Nnh- nnnnhhh…” He didn’t respond at all, breathing too shallow to form words.

Hasan sighed lightly and reached to the cooler, keeping their eyes on Declan. They felt around for a lemon and dug their nails in to peel it. Their captive didn’t react at all, eyes squeezed shut.

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Hasan and Declan - 13

Series masterlist

Content warnings: restrained, sound torture, dirty talking (no, it’s not sexual. yes, that’s the only way I can describe this), description of medieval torture and recorded/broadcasted whump, mention of noncon kiss.

I have to encourage listening along to the audio for this chapter because it’s so much better for it, especially with the heavy dialogue focus, and it was such an experience to record. However, I do have to warn that the reason it’s so effective is because it’s creepy as all hell. So, you know. Listen at your personal discretion.

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I had to split up the audio file for this chapter so click here for (RECORDING PART 2)

Previously…

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Declan felt really weird when he woke up.

Which was saying something, considering his kidnapping predicament.

He opened his eyes to darkness. Okay. Normal. He pulled his arm back to roll over and sit up. It caught on the bar of the cot. Not normal.

Both his legs and arms were tied to the bars holding his shitty cot together. The pressure against his head should have been bandages wrapping around it, but it felt too tight. When he muttered a curse to himself, the sound was muffled to his ears and ricocheted in his head instead. Something sticky pressed against his forehead and nape, winding around his head in the same way the duct tape had when Hasan gagged him.

Over his ears were what felt to be padded headphones, and that was all too much for having just woken up. It must have been the middle of the night. He settled as comfortably as he could and let unconsciousness claim him once more. Hasan’s presence would wake him when necessary.

And wake him it did.

Blaring vocals with a driving guitar and drums flowed directly into his ears.

“Yesterday I heard you say your lust for life has gone away! It got me thinking: I think I feel a similar way and that’s sad (that’s sad, that’s sad!)”

“Fuck! Fuck off!” Declan yelled, a newfound understanding of his situation dawning upon him. “Thank you for less 2000’s love proposals! But that doesn’t mean I’m down for this bullshit! And it still sounds like half of a love proposal! Or an offering to join a cult!”

The song was only halfway through once an awful headache set in. The left side of his head was still in misery, only amplified by the joy of Hasan’s music taste introducing itself.

And when it finally ended, their voice was there to console him.

“Well well well, good morning my darling! You just heard The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience! I hope I didn’t frighten you. Or that I did. As much as I do so much wish I were there with you, my self control has kept me my job thus far.

“I’ll fill you in on some basics: Yes, you are tied to that cot aren’t you? Tough, unyielding ropes holding you down, just the same as last night. Do squirm and wish for escape, won’t you? I expect to see some gorgeous, irritated red skin by the time I’m home.”

“Yeah sure,” Declan grunted. “And I’ll hope you got mugged or something.”

“Second of all, I know it sure is tempting, but you are not to touch these headphones. They’re taped in place for a reason. I promise that even if you take them off, the volume is far too loud to block out in any meaningful way.”

“Fuck youuu, that’s stupid.”

“They’re very not stupid. Otherwise you’d spend another day left to your own thoughts instead of my lovely guidance. Wouldn’t that be a shame?”

“No.” Declan rolled his eyes.

“I’m not asking for your input because that was rhetorical.”

“Are you fucking listening to me?! Bitch, is this live radio?!”

“I feel like I should have something else to say, but I’ve forgotten. Perhaps you’ll hear it in a later session as I check in with you throughout the day. I leave you with 2012 by Will Wood and his since redacted tapeworms,” they said.

Another song picked up lightly before the vocalist shouted “FUCK!” directly into his ears. Ow. At least it was relatable.

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“You’ve really got the panic down!” The whumper laughed, brandishing their weapon at wide eyes and muzzled pleas, “Now how about we get a little more disco?”

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My #1 post of 2022

whumpers running their fingers through whumpees’ hair, petting it, gently moving their hands, brushing it away from their face, and every so often they give it a little tug. to remind them of the danger, to punish some small defiance, to let them know they’re pushing too far, to see them wince or feel them flinch.

or they pull it hard, pulling whumpee’s face back to make menacing eye contact, twisting their hand in the strands, and then letting them slide through their fingers, going right back to gentle stroking.

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Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Thanks for a good year you guys #I know I wasn’t very active but I really appreciate the patience of everyone who’s stuck around #I’ll be able to write again very soon as I’m almost done with finals #and I’m so excited to share more of Hasan and declan’s story because I’ve really missed it #but for now. My grades are up for the first time in college. I didn’t drop any classes for the first time.#and I didn’t fail a class for the first time #as you can imagine that’s taken a lot of effort and didn’t leave time for writing #but now I’m here.#I made it

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skyburger · 2 months

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do NOT go through old photos from 2020 when u are dumb as fuck like me and take anywhere from 6.5k to 30k photos a year. you WILL waste so much time. DONT FALL FOR THE TRAP!!!!

#for the record my peak photos in a year (at least since i backed up my gallery to google photos +#and started fresh) was just over 30k in 2020 and thats Not including like jan fab & early march (i coincidentally cleared my gallery +#pretty much just before lockdown iirc)#it gets a little less every year though like 2021 was JUST under 25k #2022 was a crazy improvement (just over 10k)#and 2023 looks nuts in comparison (6.5k)#but if im being completely honest? i think thats only because i was pretty much exclusively online on my phone in 2021 and ESPECIALLY 2021 #i think it was 2022 ish when i started almost always using desktop and 2023 i used my phone a lot less #late last year i started just using my phons (and my ipad! which i didnt Have back then) p much all the time again #so if i had to guess. if i keep going like this my photos count is gonna be ridiculous again this year #but to add on to this (LAST PART I PROMISE)#i do still save a stupid amount of images to my computer #but when you take screenshots on windows. unlike on ios it doesnt just save a file to your gallery #it just copies a screenshot to your clipboard (which i normally paste in a priv discord server)#so that gets rid of half of all my screenshots #the other half i use the snipping tool for. Which also uses the clipboard. i think you see my logic here #ok thats all i had to say. sorry i think i am a massive nerd about really unimportant numbers :3 #muffin mumbles

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madegeeky · 5 months

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BLOOD IT WILL TAKE BLOOD day 22: powder highlighter

I actually really like these colors and have used a similar palette as subtle eye shadow. My mother has claimed them for experimenting which I'm very happy about. I think you're never to old to experiment and find out that you have a love for things you hadn't in the past.

Glad to see some makeup! I'm 99% sure the last day is going to be a large eyeshadow palette (as that's something PLouise is known for). So I'm hopeful (but worried) about what day 23 and 24 bring.

(Also, they fucking hid 24! For a moment I thought they actually forgot to give me a day. I'll show you in day 24 where they hid it.)

#geeky talks #blood it will take blood advent opening #geeky has an advent calendar #so far in general i've enjoyed this calendar #but i was honestly hoping it'd be so good i'd be like #well this was worth all that stupid fucking drama of getting it shipped to me #but it really hasn't which makes me sad because it easily could have been #anyway i went back and looked at the 2022 calendar to see if i romanticized it #but nope 2022 gave us more products #and the ones they give us were more adventurous and interesting #and you wanna know the real kicker the 2022 calendar cost almost half as much as this years #i paid almost double the amount of got less items that were almost all not nearly as creative and interesting as last years #just seriously what the fuck happened here

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fursasaida · 5 months

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This article is from 2022, but it came up in the context of Palestine:

Here are some striking passages, relevant to all colonial aftermaths but certainly also to the forms we see Zionist reaction taking at the moment:

Over the decade I lived in South Africa, I became fascinated by this white minority [i.e. the whole white population post-apartheid as a minority in the country], particularly its members who considered themselves progressive. They reminded me of my liberal peers in America, who had an apparently self-assured enthusiasm about the coming of a so-called majority-minority nation. As with white South Africans who had celebrated the end of apartheid, their enthusiasm often belied, just beneath the surface, a striking degree of fear, bewilderment, disillusionment, and dread.

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Yet these progressives’ response to the end of apartheid was ambivalent. Contemplating South Africa after apartheid, an Economist correspondent observed that “the lives of many whites exude sadness.” The phenomenon perplexed him. In so many ways, white life remained more or less untouched, or had even improved. Despite apartheid’s horrors—and the regime’s violence against those who worked to dismantle it—the ANC encouraged an attitude of forgiveness. It left statues of Afrikaner heroes standing and helped institute the Truth and Reconciliation Commission, which granted amnesty to some perpetrators of apartheid-era political crimes.

But as time wore on, even wealthy white South Africans began to radiate a degree of fear and frustration that did not match any simple economic analysis of their situation. A startling number of formerly anti-apartheid white people began to voice bitter criticisms of post-apartheid society. An Afrikaner poet who did prison time under apartheid for aiding the Black-liberation cause wrote an essay denouncing the new Black-led country as “a sewer of betrayed expectations and thievery, fear and unbridled greed.”

What accounted for this disillusionment? Many white South Africans told me that Black forgiveness felt like a slap on the face. By not acting toward you as you acted toward us, we’re showing you up, white South Africans seemed to hear. You’ll owe us a debt of gratitude forever.

The article goes on to discuss:

"Mau Mau anxiety," or the fear among whites of violent repercussions, and how this shows up in reported vs confirmed crime stats - possibly to the point of false memories of home invasion

A sense of irrelevance and alienation among this white population, leading to another anxiety: "do we still belong here?"

The sublimation of this anxiety into self-identification as a marginalized minority group, featuring such incredible statements as "I wanted to fight for Afrikaners, but I came to think of myself as a ‘liberal internationalist,’ not a white racist...I found such inspiration from the struggles of the Catalonians and the Basques. Even Tibet" and "[Martin Luther] King [Jr.] also fought for a people without much political representation … That’s why I consider him one of my most important forebears and heroes,” from a self-declared liberal environmentalist who also thinks Afrikaaners should take back government control because they are "naturally good" at governance

Some discussion of the dynamics underlying these reactions, particularly the fact that "admitting past sins seem[ed] to become harder even as they receded into history," and US parallels

And finally, in closing:

The Afrikaner journalist Rian Malan, who opposed apartheid, has written that, by most measures, its aftermath went better than almost any white person could have imagined. But, as with most white progressives, his experience of post-1994 South Africa has been complicated. [...]

He just couldn’t forgive Black people for forgiving him. Paradoxically, being left undisturbed served as an ever-present reminder of his guilt, of how wrongly he had treated his maid and other Black people under apartheid. “The Bible was right about a thing or two,” he wrote. “It is infinitely worse to receive than to give, especially if … the gift is mercy.”

#south africa #apartheid #colonialism #palestine

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