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♡ Febuwhump Day 29: Not Allowed to Die ♡
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omg last day! I'm done! That being said I accidentally wrote two for this prompt. I decided to post this one but I might do the other later cause it's about Solstice and I love them.
So here's another little thing to go with my series, 'Ripe, About to Fall.' Takes place some time before Onthyes shows up.
Content: pet whump, ! suicide attempt ! , intimate whumper, jumping off a balcony attempt, defiant whumpee, nonhuman whumpee, drug addiction/withdrawls, non explicit dub-con (or non-con depending on how you see it), transactional sex
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"Not so fast, little bird."
Ventis yelps as Athos's hand snags his arm and pulls him from the railing of the balcony.
"No!" Ventis grabs the railing, holding himself there as Athos tries to drag him back inside. "Let me go!"
Suddenly, Athos stops pulling and pushes on Ventis's head, causing his face to hit the railing so hard that he blacks out. When he comes to he's sprawled out on Athos's bedroom floor and the man is locking the balcony doors.
"Did you really think you could escape like that?" Athos asks as he returns to Ventis, grabbing his horn harshly to pull him up to his knees. "That fall would've killed you!"
"I know!" Ventis snaps back.
Athos's face goes from shock to rage faster than Ventis can comprehend. His hand flies, striking Ventis across his cheek and leaving a cut in the wake of his ring. Ventis's head snaps to the side but Athos uses his hold on his horn to pull it back to face him.
"Stupid boy. You would really rather kill yourself than spend another day in luxury?"
Ventis averts his eyes, earning a hand on his jaw, squeezing too hard. "Look at me," Athos demands.
Ventis looks, his eyes filling with tears.
"You aren't allowed to die," Athos hisses in his face. "Not unless I want you to. Your contract states it very clearly."
"I hate you," Ventis snarls. "Death would be better than having to look at your ugly face all day."
He's slapped again, then shoved to the floor. He curls into himself as Athos's foot slams into his ribs and leaves him gasping for air. After a few more kicks Athos grabs Ventis's wrist and drags him over to the bed where he cuffs it to one of the posts at the end.
"You're sleeping on the floor tonight," Athos says as he secures the chain. "And no nightspill until you learn to be grateful for what I do for you."
Fear rushes through Ventis and he can't help but let out a sob. He can't go through withdrawals again. It hurts too much. "No, please. I'm sorry." He reaches for Athos, catching the edge of his robe and pulling on it. "I'll make it up to you. I'll be good, I promise."
Athos sighs, reaching down to pet Ventis's hair. "I wish you would be this sweet to me when you aren't in trouble, dearest."
Ventis stares up at him, batting his lashes. "Please, master," he says again. "Let me show you how good I can be for you."
Athos cups Ventis's cheek gently, smiling at him. "You're finally learning the way of things here. I'm very proud of you, treasure."
Ventis takes a deep breath, preparing himself for what is to come. He's willing to take a few moments of discomfort tonight to ensure he won't have to go through withdrawals tomorrow. It's worth it, even if this man disgusts him.
Just a few physical acts and he can avoid punishment completely.
Except when it's over and Athos is satisfied, Ventis is banished to the floor again. and when the next morning comes Athos ignores Ventis's pleading looks and the nightspill box remains firmly locked.
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Voma, the lampliker
another case of me ruining things with lore
CW/TW: ↓ detailed description of drug use, addiction, and withdrawal (I realize that I really should've been putting this earlier... my apologies)
SO, PROPER NAMES: they are called the Possessed.
They're a spiritual zebraman militia who chew this fungus, a bioluminescent, poisonous stimulant in order to stain the inside of their mouth with the bioluminescence and get a high from it. They believe that the glowing mouths of Debu is the source of their strength and power, and by chewing the fungus they get that power too, which is partially correct - chewing it, they don't need to sleep or eat, get visions or hallucinations, and are working at 200% capacity while on it, becoming "possessed" by the Debu spirit (which is often said to be the source of their sudden bursts of violence...).
However, unbeknownst to the zebramen, this has awful effects on their body, as you could imagine. The Possessed are given the Possesion fruit (they call it a fruit, they are incorrect,) constantly - so they barely sleep at all, barely eat at all, outright collapse from exhaustion or drop dead out of nowhere, have seizures, chew at their fingers (sometimes they break or chew them completely off), they become nauseous and can barely hold down what little food they do eat, and their hallucinations and psychosis often scare them and lead them to depression and paranoia over everything/everyone. And if they survive THAT until retirement, they're going to have withdrawals for the rest of their life
One big symptom though, is the rotting of their teeth! The fungus is acidic and chewing it constantly has eroded their teeth into falling out, which is bad, but is especially bad considering that the zebramen are constantly showing their teeth! They have lips and can close them, but by default they're smiling. The Possessed either hide their bottom faces with cloth or unnaturally close their lips shut.
I imagine statues or sculptures of the Possessed look a lot like sumerian devotive statues... huge eyes because they're held so wide during possession that their scleras are constantly visible, and tight lips.
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"There are worse things"
"Kauri." It's Nat's voice behind him. He doesn't look up, just breathes deep where he hunches over the sink. Nausea rolls through him in wave after wave, cold sweat trickling down his temples, his neck, alongside his ribs.
His heart pounds, a terror entirely physical washing away everything but the panic, the adrenaline, the sense that any moment he will die from this.
He tightens his grip on the metal edge of the sink until his knuckles are white.
"Jus'..." He wipes at his mouth with the back of his hand, but his hand is so sweaty and wet it doesn't feel like it helps at all. "Just give me a second, okay? Think I picked up a... a flu or something..."
Nat is quiet, but after a few moments he feels her hand rubbing his back, gently maternal. The scent of her perfume somehow doesn't make it worse. She has dark hair loose and wavy from having been in a braid before, and his blurry vision keeps wanting her to be someone else. Someone he doesn't know, can't know, because if he has to have a headache on top of this he might actually just give up and die.
"You should stop taking them," She says. She doesn't say what. She doesn't have to.
"Oh, don't worry about me. Once I get some more-" His stomach tightens suddenly and he shoves himself fully over the sink, but all that happens is a flood of sour spit and a dry sob. "... I'll-... I'll be fine." Is he panting? His words are airy, barely breathed.
"Kauri-"
"There are w-... worse things than this," Kauri manages, voice thin. She brushes a little hair back from his face. The sobbing comes again, but not dry this time.
This time, he finds tears.
His heart pounds so loud it drowns out everything else. He's going to die. He's going to die.
He left Owen and he sleeps with other men and he's going to die.
"Kauri-"
"Worse things... I've d-done them all. I mean, I did O-Owen, right?"
He laughs, but there's an edge of hysteria to the brittle sound, and his stomach twists again.
She rubs his back as his stomach roils and his muscles burn and his shirt sticks to him like Owen's eyes, and he knows once he feels better he'll head back out, climb the back fence, and he won't even say thanks before he goes.
He can disappear into a drink or a pill or powder or whatever he can find and maybe this time they'll tell him to not come back.
Maybe this time they'll see he doesn't deserve to come back.
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Whumpblrful’s 100 Drabble Challenge - Whump Edition (prompt 11 to 15)
A third batch of @whumpblrful‘s 100 Drabble Challenge with Skyrim Custom-voiced Followers.
11 - “No.”
Nebarra's teasing tone cut through the air like a dagger, and Lucifer's heart sank.
"You see there was this lizard back in Taneth, and she was cute and I was rather drunk..."
Lucifer's eyes darkened, hurt flickering across his features.
"No.", blurted Lucifer, trying to hide the pain in his voice, refusing to believe what Nebarra said, spitting it was another naughty trick on his part. He refused to imagine that there was even a tiny chance of what Nebarra was saying. Being abandoned and not knowing his true parents had always been a sensitive topic for him. (101)
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12 - Confusion
Consuming skooma had muddled with his mind and memories. Even though he had quit the drug, Inigo still suffered from the confusion it caused in his brain. He remained convinced of having attempted in the past on the life of the Dragonborn even if the latter persisted in denying it. From time to time, the painful symptoms of skooma withdrawal would be felt. And Inigo would occasionally fall back into a lethargic, confused, and disoriented state, with his usually bright eyes unfocused and dilated, his heart pounding, and every nerve screaming for the comforting embrace of skooma. (97)
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13 – Broken
More than any physical pain, Taliesin knew there was one thing in particular that would break him. From the person he feared most in the world. His own father. Should he be caught by the Thalmor, his alias would quickly be dispelled and he was certain that his own father would lead the interrogation and the torture session. His father would surely revel in inflicting pain on his degenerate son to match his disappointment and contempt. And Taliesin would endure it all without a word, staring blankly and body trembling in a cold sweat, so engulfed in the terror of his own father's wrath. (105)
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14 - “Let’s have some fun”
When they arrived on the scene, it was already too late. Blood stained the feet of the statue of Talos and lifeless bodies littered the small square in front of the altar. Talos worshippers and Thalmor, who had killed each other. They heard a wheeze, then a black robe moved. One of the Thalmor was still alive. Eyes full of resentment, Kaidan unsheathed his nodachi. He approached the Altmer with an evil grin, ready to make him pay for his crimes, without trying to listen to the latter's defense.
"Let's have some fun..." he muttered, pointing his blade at the wounded Mer. (104)
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15 - Control
Remiel's heart was beating furiously in her chest, to the point that her ears were ringing. The Vampire Lord towered over her, and she felt her insides melt with fear at the terrible threat he posed.
"You are mine now, little Breton.", whispered the vampire, his eyes glowing with malevolence. "The rest of your poor life, you will be my obedient and devoted thrall."
A tear rolled down her cheek, she couldn't fight the vampire's control over her. She could only pray inwardly that her friends would come to save her, and quickly. (96)
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Oooh okay, how about something where Leo doesn't turn up to training one day and he doesn't give anyone notice, and when they eventually check in it turns out he's been sick all night and can barely get out of bed and even looking at his phone to send a text makes his head split in two
I've been WANTING to write Leo's bad day bc the poor boy has gone Through It. Warning: Angst and talks about depression.
"Oi, where's Leo?!" Vince yelled halfway across the field and Jonah shrugged.
"How the fuck should I know?!" he yelled back and tried not to dwell on the fact he was worried. If this had been Vince, Jonah wouldn't have worried, he'd just assume Vince was too hungover to bother showing on a Monday morning. If this had been Atwood, he would've been annoyed, but not worried because Lucas was well... Lucas. But Leo? Leo never missed practice. Ever.
It was a simple fact, like water's wet, fact. Leo never missed practice, even when he didn't have to be there he still showed up. When he had sprained his wrist after a game and got benched for a month? Still showed at every single practice to just hang on the bench. When he had a raging fever last year? Still showed up, much to Jonah's distress.
He pushed the thought aside, Leo was a whole adult. He could handle himself.
"Did Leo text you?" Lucas asked, two hours later, as they finished showering after practice. Jonah laced up his shoes.
"Nope."
He didn't have to look up to know Lucas had a frown on.
"I'm sure he's o-"
"He didn't answer me," Lucas interrupted, "I texted four times already."
"Clingy," Jonah pointed out, though the teasing missed its mark badly, because a feeling of dread washed over him. Lucas ignored it.
"Something's not right-"
"So are we going over or not?" Vince said in the most casual voice, shaking his head and sprinkling water on Jonah, who glared at him.
"...Let me try texting him first," Jonah decided, fighting the urge to jump the gun. He didn't like this feeling at all.
Where are you?
He sent the text and then stared at the screen, hoping for the "read" notification at least. But nope, the text only stayed there, all gray, mocking them.
"Fine," Jonah sighed after five minutes of no answer, "let's go."
Leo lived in the dorms, like Vince, but in the farthest building, the same one that Bella lived in. The one Lucas hated more than anything.
"The fucking elevator is always out of commission," he grumbled as they climbed the seven set of stairs to Leo's apartment. It was a difficult feat after practice and Jonah's mood was already spoiled because of worry, but only got worse with the building condition. He wasn't sure if he was more pissed he was there, worried over something that was probably just Leo oversleeping or if it was over the fact Leo lived in this shithole building. No wonders Lucas was always pissed off when he spent the night at Bell's.
They walked up to Leo's door and then knocked.
And knocked
And then again-
"Well, we're not smart," Lucas sighed, making Jonah frown.
"Speak for yourself," and then after a beat, "why?"
"Well, he's no home clearly, so we just wasted a tri-"
"Excuse me," Vince rolled his eyes and then banged the door with his shoulder, bursting it open with such an ease that looked like it wasn't even locked to begin with.
"What the fuck Vi-"
"Do you really think the locks work in this building?" Vince rolled his eyes, poking his head in the dark dorm, "Leeoo-"
The room was tiny, with just enough space for two single beds, two bedside tables and one tiny bathroom. Leo wasn't in bed.
"Is he not-" Jonah started to say, before being interrupted by a hard, violent heave coming from the bathroom.
"He's definitely home," Lucas scoffed and took the lead, moving to the bathroom door. He knocked on it lightly, "Leo? It's me, Luke... And the guys. Are you alright?"
"He's clearly not okay," Jonah scoffed, while there was a minute of silence and then:
"I'm fine, g'way," traveled through the door, in Leo's weak voice.
Lucas pouted, then knocked again, "Leo, can I come in?"
He didn't get an answer, but they heard Leo retch again. Jonah shifted uneasily, trying to focus on any other noise but that. He let his eyes wander around the room.
In all three years they had known each other, he had been to Leo's dorm maybe twice and never once for long enough to take in the details.
His friend's side of the room was easy to spot, because there were very few personal details displayed. While the roommate had made a little gallery wall of pictures of him with his family, friends and girlfriend, Leo's side was naked.
His bed was unmade, blankets fallen on the floor and there was a garbage can within reach, that betrayed the puking had been going for on for a while. He had framed one of his jerseys. There were meds on the bedside table, a nearly empty bottle of pepto, tylenol packets... An orange pill bottle, completely empty.
Jonah frowned, walking closer - in the background he heard Vince and Lucas coaching Leo into letting them in. He picked up the empty bottle, privacy be damned and read the label.
Wagner, Leo
Clomipramine
Since this was an off brand medication, Jonah's mind rushed to try and make sense of the active listed...
"Fuck," he scoffed, turning around and walking past Lucas and Vin, pushing the bathroom door open, heart racing with panic.
Leo was a sight to behold, all crumpled up on the floor of the bathroom, an arm draped over the toilet, which was also being used to support his head as he panted over the bowl.
He raised his head to protest and he looked awful, somehow worse than what Jonah had been expecting. Behind him, he heard Lucas gasp from the door, while Vince cursed softly in italian.
Leo had dark under eye bags that looked like he had been punched. He was always pale, but today he looked nearly translucent and his eyes were blood shot, lips chapped.
"How many of these did you take?" Jonah asked harshly, holding out the bottle for Leo to see.
Leo glared at him, dizzily, "get out."
"Answer me."
"Jon, what are you doing?" Vince said quietly, stepping into the bathroom, "he's sick, man, leav-"
"How. Many. Did. You. Take?" Jonah repeated, slowly, anger bubbling in his words, fueled entirely by panic. He had seen a drug overdose over at ER before and it hadn't been pretty. The fact that Leo was coherent for now offered very little relief, as antidepressants took their sweet time to act.
Leo's entire back arched with an empty heave and he punctuated it with a soft sob, hiding his face on his arm, "none," he answered quietly.
Jonah scoffed, concern managing to push the sympathy nausea out of his mind, "Leo, c'mon-"
"None," the blonde raised his head, glaring at him, "I took none, you hear me?"
"What is going on...?" Lucas whispered, "what did he take?"
"Nothing!" Leo snapped, then retched as the yell made his head throb even more, "I haven't taken a single pill in five days, so if you could so kindly fuck off and let me be si-"
"What?" Jonah said quietly, but alarmed, while Vince rushed ahead to fill up a glass of water, unable to resist his urge to feel useful, "you didn't take a pill in five days?"
"Did you turn deaf?" Leo answered bitterly, moving closer to the toilet once more and letting out another airy burp that brought up with it a splash of pink colored saliva.
Jonah gagged at the sight and turned his head, swallowing in convulsively not to retch... He caught Lucas' eyes, then Vince's. Both men looked confused and worried.
"Jon, what's going on?" Lucas asked, his voice wavering slightly.
"Nothing, he's fine," Jonah forced out, planting a hand on Leo's shoulder and squeezing it in a comforting way, before getting up from his crouched down position and allowing Vince to step into his place.
He met Lucas at the door, gestured with his head for him and then sighed, "he'll be fine, don't worry so much. I'm going to run to the pharmacy, get him some decent medication to help with the naus-"
"Jon," Lucas interrupted him, seriously, "stop lying to my face. Is this serious? Is this-"
"It's medication withdrawal," Jonah shrugged, trying to make it sound as casual as possible, without saying what exactly their friend had been taking, "he ran out, so I'm just gonna get it refilled and he should be fine..."
It was clear Lucas had a lot of question, but he just nodded, all the while they heard Vince saying in a gentle voice, "shh, kid, you're done-" while Leo dry heaved painfully over and over.
"I'll be right back," Jonah promised, pocketing the bottle, "... don't leave him alone."
He didn't hang around, he rushed out of the room and into his car, thankful they had driven each on their own. Instead of going to the pharmacy, he went straight to the hospital, where he could get the drugs without having to explain anything to anyone.
Vince had successfully coaxed Leo out of the bathroom by the time he got back. He was sitting on the bed, with Leo's head on his lap and the man looked in pain, eyes squeezed shut while Vince combed through his hair.
Lucas was fixing everything around the room, cleaning the bathroom, taking all of the dirty laundry - His shoulders were stiff with tension and the fact he wanted to be in the known over what was truly going on.
"Jon's here," Vince said quietly, smoothing a hand down Leo's spine, "he'll help."
"This is so humiliating," Leo said quietly and Jonah rolled his eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed and starting to put together an injection, taking all different parts from their plastic encasing.
"You're just not feeling well," he said, filling the syringe with anti emetic medication. Behind him, Lucas let out a whimper and rushed into the bathroom to avoid looking at the needle.
He poked Leo right on the arm and pinched the skin. Thanks to dehydration it was very easy to see his veins, strained like cords, "this is going to burn a bit, okay?"
Leo's only answer was a whimper and burrowing his face on Vince's stomach as Jonah injected the medication. Vince's eyes were huge on his face, but his voice was calm and gentle as he said, "all done, Leo. You're okay."
Jonah nodded, "let's give it ten minutes, then I want you to take these for me, alright?" he shook the brand new bottle of antidepressants and Leo turned his head slowly to glare at it.
"...I'm tired," he admitted quietly and Vince, bless his soul, said.
"Then sleep, we're not going anywhere."
Jonah pressed his lips in a tight line, "we'll talk about this when you feel better," he promised and Leo sighed, leaning into Vince's touch.
"Okay..."
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Febuwhump 18: A Little Longer
Fandom: Grishaverse: Six of Crows
Summary: She's been struggling for so long. She's fought with her teeth, nails, and bones. She's tired.
Warnings: Drug addiction, withdrawal, vomiting, and mental distress
Word Count: 417
Ship(s): Nina Zenik/Matthias Helvar
Archive link!
Everything hurt and Nina was so painfully aware of it.
She thought that was the worst part of taking the parem. She was able to hear the heartbeats of the people around her, understand the intricacies of the human body in a way that she had never truly known before, but that also included her own. She could feel the way that the poison was leaching through her system and destroying the very fiber of what she was.
It had started in her throat, then traveled down to her stomach. She had always known the basics of what jurda did when it was in the system of another, but it was still odd to feel the synthesized drug mirroring it in that same way. The caffeine naturally contained in those little orange blossoms had traveled to her blood through the natural digestion and movement of nutrients, but it had carried with it the enthralling rush of power. It had amplified whatever it was inside of her that made her so magical, calling to that well inside of her so that she was a tidal wave in and of herself instead of simply the bucket that had brought it up to the surface.
As soon as it had passed from her bloodstream so that she was coming back down, it left her lacking. She could feel the way that the red blood cells that usually supplied her with the energy she needed to survive were searching for something that wasn’t there. She could feel the way that her stomach clenched around everything that she ate that wasn’t the drug, threatening to send it back up. She could feel her lungs struggling to force air into her veins and her heart struggling to pump that air where it needed to go.
Nina was in pain, she was dying. She knew that she had to fight to get through it, but she was so tired. She wanted it all to end.
She spent the entirety of their passage over the ocean and return to Ketterdam in a half dazed state. She was barely able to sit up to vomit or sip the broth that Matthias brought her. She didn’t even blink when the boat slowed to a stop and someone looped their arms around her body.
The touch ached against her overly sensitive skin, more of her own cells bursting. They couldn’t handle the healing process when everything in her was searching for something that she refused to give it.
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I know it isn't a huge deal or anything, but I'm two days sober. The withdrawal sucks, but I know that if I can beat it, then I can make it even longer. Any encouragement would be greatly appreciated. 🖤
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"Got bitches who told me put down the drugs but I'd rather be loaded then falling in love"
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So a while back I realised that one of my favourite characters was an addiction metaphor but one that I never really saw explored, so I tried to write my own character study fic for them
For this I had to basically invent a drug, which I based I think for the most part on ketamine or NOS or something like that, except that it came from a plant, so it was invested by chewing it (I looked briefly at opioids for this but I don't think it helped much)
The character went cold turkey at the start of the fic, so I drew up a timeline of their withdrawal symptoms, which follow;
Fateague, sleeping difficulties, mood changes and restlessness (these begin at around the same time), tremors and irritability, Intrusive thoughts, delerium, hallucinations, seizing.
The effects of the drug when itself taken are relaxation, euphoria, mild hallucinations, as well as negative effects of dehydration, confusion, and numbness
Is there anything you would change? What timeline could I expect from these? Any further insights you have for me?
Thank you!
Neither ketamine nor NOS really have withdrawal symptoms the way people tend to take them, but that doesn't mean a fictional drug based on them wouldn't.
Your withdrawal symptoms look most similar to that of alcohol or benzodiazepines- some of the most deadly withdrawals of any substance due to the possibility for life-threateningly long seizures and inability to care for self for at least some of that time.
So going off of that timeline, withdrawal that is completely unmedicated (not in a hospital getting medications to assist withdrawal) tends to last about 5 days.
5-10 hours after last drink: tremors, changes in blood pressure, sweating, insomnia, headache, vomiting, anxiety, and rapid breathing. These symptoms continue to increase in severity until 24-48 hours after the last drink, then begin to taper off.
12-24 hours after the last drink is when hallucinations tend to start. With alcohol the person frequently knows that what they are hearing, seeing, or feeling is not real, but it can still be really disturbing.
24-48 hours after the last drink, the person may begin to have seizures.
After 48 hours the symptoms tend to become gradually less intense.
Anecdotally (I have taken care of many people withdrawing from alcohol) if the person receives medication to replace alcohol (usually phenobarbital and lorazepam), this timeline becomes a little more drawn out, peaking at about the 72-96 hour mark. But you want it to be more drawn out, because as stated above, unmedicated (and sometimes medicated) alcohol withdrawal can be deadly.
How it works in a medical setting is that the person is usually given a replacement med like phenobarbital scheduled. Then they're assessed either every 4 hours or every 6 hours for withdrawal symptoms. Depending on the severity of withdrawal symptoms (measured on a scale like the Clinical Institute Withdrawal Assessment for Alcohol) , a nurse can given certain doses of a rescue medication, usually lorazepam. These would probably be different medications (possibly ketamine? we have that as an oral preparation in the hospital setting now) for the drug you describe.
But again, given that this is a fictional drug you can pretty much do whatever you want with it.
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A White Haze
Request: do u write about supervillain turned whumpee, who are experiencing withdrawal symptoms after they've been drugged by a whumper for quite a long time and the hero/vigilante/civilian is helping them during there symptoms?
Warnings: Drug withdrawal, fever, nausea, very mild vomit mention, scared whumpee, Supervillain whumpee, begging, sickness.
Supervillain.
The most vicious, ruthless criminal in the entire region. He‘d stop at nothing to achieve his own goals, he never hesitated to resort to brutality to get what he wanted.
Even the mention of his name filled people with fear.
He was cold and cruel, the worst of the worst.
And here he was, shivering uncontrollably in Civilian’s bed, soaked in sweat, and deep in the grip of fever.
Civilian sighed, adjusting the covers over his trembling body.
“Pl-please...” He whimpered, so different from his usual commanding snarl. “Please, I-I can’t do this... I... please.”
“Supervillain-”
“Please... j-just give me them.” He begged.
Civilian shook her head, knowing exactly what he meant.
“I can’t Supervillain. You need to recover.”
“Please.” He whined, even more desperation edging his voice now. “I just want it to stop.”
“It will stop.” Civilian promised, gently wiping a damp cloth over his feverish brow.
He’d been drugged for months. It was how the so-called heroes ensured he didn’t cause anymore trouble. Keeping him chained to a bed, doped out of his mind.
It was no wonder he was addicted to the stuff.
She’d found him totally by accident, just a lowly intern at the base. She’d gotten lost, and stumbled upon Supervillain in his sorry state.
Breaking him out had been surprisingly easy. The heroes didn't have him too closely guarded. Because there was no way he was going anywhere in his drugged up state, and who would ever want to break out Supervillian?
Except she had, and now she was in hiding in her parents hunting cabin, with the master criminal begging her for more of the drug to ease his pain.
“I-I can’t do this... please, d-don’t make me do this...” He moaned, shuddering violently.
“Supervillain, I don’t have it. Any of it.”
He sobbed in despair, whining and writhing on the bed.
Civilian sighed, and sat next to him, tentatively resting her palm on his scorching forehead.
“It hurts.” He sniffled.
“I know it does.”
She stayed by his side as he cried himself into a fitful sleep, feverish and terribly weak.
“I promise it will get better.” She murmured, stroking his hair gently. “I promise.”
#supervillain whumpee#civilian x supervillain#sick supervillain#drugged#whump#drug withdrawal#fever#begging#requested#fugitives#cruel treatment
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Day 6 being clean from benzos.
(I started this blog after few days later of starting recovery, so don't be surprised why there is day 6)
For unknown reason start of recovery is always a lot hard for me, especially now when I have drug withdrawal. I didn't normally eat in 3 days, only little snacks and I lost few pounds because of it. I can't normally fall asleep and at nights I have really bad times when I have anxiety and paranoia episodes. I hear always some hallucinated sounds of bugs... It's so terrifying for me. I have phobia from bugs and even now when I think of them I want to scream.
At nights I'm mostly talking to one of my alters, because I do not really have a lot of friends... and I'm sure no one wants to hear my shits. So I'm just by myself with my people in my head... But it's hard. I wish someone actually understand me how I feel and just talked to me about it and stuff. I feel so... misunderstood by others. Like I say something what they don't get. Like I say something what makes me be more and more in role of 'weirdo'...
So yeah. You're right. I feel actually lonely. I want to cry and scream, but I have no one who would listen to me. So I'm just having all day some different episodes of each of emotions. Mostly angry because everything annoys me. Especially today. My young dog woke me up at 4am after me sleeping only 2 hours! I was so angry at him. I can't hold my feelings, so after that I felt a bit guilty and cried...
Weird shit is happening with me while I'm on drug withdrawal. I read that my peak of this shit circus will be next week... Well, next week I drive away to Italy, where I already will be in rehab. It's gonna be interesting... I hope I won't have peak of it in car while traveling, because it would be very difficult. Sigh...
I hope it's gonna be better soon...
#feelings#vent#vent ig#venting#vent blog#recovery#recovery attempt#recovery blog#start of recovery#drug withdrawal#help pls#:/// why#benzo baby#benzo addiction#benzo recovery#tw drugs#war on drugs#love and other drugs#narcotics drugs#I'm tired#drug rehab
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I’m going through withdrawal and I’m so sick. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so sick from something so mundane. I really hope it’s all superficial and only lasts a few more days.
#drug ment tw#drug mention#drug withdrawal#I’m not even addicted or a chronic user my body is just deciding it’s had enough#this blows :(
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2021
Me: I’m going to get a job and buy a new computer!
Pandemic: No.
2022
Me: I’m going to get a job and buy a new computer!
Mental decline: No.
2023
Me: I’m going to get a job... and buy a new computer?
Covid + Paxil withdrawals: Actually just fuck you
#I AM GOING TO GET A JOB THIS YEAR#FUCK YOU COVID#Tequito.txt#covid#drug withdrawal#ssri withdrawal#drugs#drugs tw
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I have no one on my side.
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Imma say that energy drinks are not for kids cuz I just chugged half of this nitro java monster and now the room is spinning.
It's so disgusting but I gotta drink it so I can stay awake and think
And plan
And scheme
Edit: the world needs to stop spinning or I'm going to scream
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Febuwhump 8: Reprieve
Fandom: Grishaverse: Six of Crows
Summary: Nina just wants it to stop. Everything that she's been through, everything that the world is promising her that she will go through, all of it.
Warnings: Vomiting, drug addiction, drug withdrawal, sickness, and heavy mental angst
Word Count: 776
Ship(s): Nina Zenik/Matthias Helvar
Archive link!
Nina bit back the bile that crawled up her throat for what felt like the millionth time that night alone. It traveled low and long through her body, reaching up through her stomach and burning all the way to her sinuses. She felt like it had taken up her entire throat and was preventing her from being able to take in a full breath. Her stomach ached with the urge to have something to fill it, but the reaking smell of the bucket next to her bed was proof enough that she wasn’t going to be able to keep something down. She was hungry without an appetite and nauseous without anything in her gut.
She was fighting a battle that she could get no help with. Inej had already visited the room with a cup full of ginger tea made from the little candies that they had brought in the hopes of helping Wylan and Matthias with their sea sickness. Nina had been able to keep it down for about four minutes before it had returned into the cup that it had been provided to her in. She could feel her stomach flip and roil, much like falling in love but with the sour taste of something against her furthest tastebuds.
As she had every other time, she lost the battle. She hunched over the edge of the table as her throat constricted around nothing and the muscles of her abdomen seized. Her mouth opened just in time to let hot bile spill from her lips and down in the mess she had already made in the bucket. She could feel the next gag coming before the other one had even stopped. She could feel the vomit trying to travel up through her nose in its desperation to get out of her, but she wouldn’t let that happen. She wasn’t that sick yet.
Eventually the nausea left her alone for the time being. She felt slightly better now that her body had once again tried to purge what she had taken, but she still felt horrible. She knew that there was no amount of vomiting or panicking that her body could do to help her. She had taken the parem almost a full day ago and while it had been a small dose, her body didn’t know that. All it knew was that it was reacting for something that it didn’t have. It perceived the confusing signals given to her by the lack of the drug still in her system as her being poisoned when really, she needed more.
She collapsed back down onto the bed that had become the only place she could be and tried to focus on anything other than her stomach. The rest of her body wasn’t much better, which was also something that Nina had expected but found herself resenting. Her body ached with the need for the muscles to finally relax so that she could sleep. She could feel the way that the skin surrounding her once lovely veins and heart ached with the strain of staying on her. The muscles underneath would twitch and convulse every now and again as she started another bout of shivering that she wouldn’t be able to overcome.
It was horrible to feel her own body betray her like that, especially when she had hyper-control of it only hours before. When the shivering started, she wouldn’t even be able to stop it by clenching all of her muscles together. It reminded her of the men that they had found suffering from hypothermia the first time that she had been allowed on a mission outside of the Little Palace. They had thought that they were warm when they had really been so cold that they hadn’t been able to stop shivering. Deshka had been much the same when he had his panic attack later that night.
Her eyes were so heavy that they were basically forcing themselves shut but she knew that if she slept, she would have horrible nightmares again. Her dreams were plagued with visions of her mentors, her parents, every teacher and friend that she had ever had, screaming at her for what she had done. She had nightmares where she had taken more parem and become a ghost of herself, powerful but a skeleton walking the earth undying.
She sniffled as she felt her chest constrict in a silent sob. She was so dehydrated that she had no tears left to cry. For the first time in her entire life, Nina wished for death if only to have a break from the pain that every waking and sleeping moment had become.
#fanfiction#fanfic#writing#ao3#archive of our own#soc#six of crows#sab#shadow and bone#nina zenik#vomiting#emetephobia#jurda parem#addiction#drug withdrawal#febuwhump#febuwhump2024#febuwhump day 8
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