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God, I live for any story where Bruce realizes he's taught Dick he either a) matters less than him or b) matters less than literally everyone on earth... Like, you see it sometimes in the comics, Batman reacting to Dick's iron-strong belief in sacrificing himself. And it is always a mix of anger, terror, or guilt. Like, Dick will pull some shit that is incredible and saves people but requires him to really not give a shit if he dies or not, and Bruce will be screaming at him to stop, going 'this is me, I did this'. - @jackhawksmoor
Batman #352
Bruce: And I oop—
Nightwing (Vol. 2) #86
Let Them Live: Unpublished Tales from the DC Vault #2
Nightwing (Vol. 4) #92
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The Things We Do for Love- Part 1
Hero watched the league and the agents put the finishing touches on the superweapon for tomorrow. They sighed, standing up from their spot on the edge of the rooftop. The sound of footsteps behind them made them turn. They saw their lover standing there, a worried expression on their face.
“Is it true?” Villain asked.
Hero looked at Villain and smiled sadly.
“Yeah…it’s true,” they said.
Villain’s expression darkened. They closed the distance between them and held Hero tight.
“I won’t let you do this,” they said, squeezing.
“It’s not up to you, I’ve made my choice,” Hero countered.
“What choice? To die? To willingly go in that thing like a lamb for slaughter? What kind of choice is that?”
Hero pulled away to look in Villain’s eyes.
“It’s the only way,” Hero said.
“No.” Villain shook their head, “there’s always another way, isn’t that what you heroes are always saying?”
Hero laughed ruefully.
“Not this time, Villain…”
“I don’t accept that,” Villain said, “don’t do this. There’s still time, we’ll think of something-”
“Supervillain will have control of the entire continent in two days,” Hero reminded them, “it’s tomorrow morning or never.”
“Hero, please,” Villain begged, “I love you, doesn’t that mean anything?”
“Of course it does,” Hero said, “I want to spend the rest of my life with you… I guess the rest of my life is just shorter than we expected.”
A stray tear slid down Hero’s cheek. Villain brushed it away with the pad of their thumb.
“Is there anything I can say to make you change your mind?”
Hero shook their head.
“I have to do this,” they said, “I’m sorry.”
Villain nodded, their expression unreadable. For several moments, the pair just stood there in each other’s arms, neither of them wanting to break the silence. Finally, Hero spoke up.
“I’m gonna head to my room,” they said, “…will you join me?”
Villain nodded.
“You go ahead,” they said, “I…I just need a minute.”
Hero nodded back. They left Villain alone on the rooftop. Villain waited until they were sure Hero was gone, then they pulled out a burner phone they hoped they would never have to use. They pressed the call button over the only contact in the phone. Immediately, the contact picked up.
“Supervillain,” Villain said, “I have a proposition for you.”
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Something more. If the vampire wasn't lying, and they were about to be stripped of everything they own... then they didn't have anything more.
"Tick, tock, hunter. I'm leaving soon." It disappeared from Whumpee's sight, so quick that they had no chance of stopping it when it grabbed the stake they kept hidden under their cloak. Its breath was hot against their neck, and the anxiety kept them in place without any effort on the vampire's part. "I'm about to go hunting."
"You don't have to," was all they could come up with. "I– I'm right here, offering–"
"This is what you heroic, self-sacrificial humans fail to understand." It slipped the stake out of Whumpee's belt loop, throwing it across the enormous room. "You think everyone is like you. Suppose a deer came knocking on your door. 'Oh, kind sir, I'm here on behalf of all the creatures of the woods. I'm willing to die for you again and again to satisfy your hunger, but please, leave the rest of us alone.' Would you take the offer?"
"Yes!" they said emphatically, without hesitation.
"You see, others might miss the taste of rabbits. Cows. Pigs. It gets tiring, to kill the same captive deer over and over again. It gets boring. Stale. And what about the people hunting for sport? They'd miss the thrill."
Whumpee sucked in a breath. "Then I ask you to give me a chance. To prove that I can be interesting."
"And how would you do that, my little fawn?" The vampire sounded awfully amused, which was at least an indication that they were keeping its attention.
"You will give me back my stake, let me out into the woods, and I will give you the hunt of your life as many times as you want. And whenever you don't? I will sit still for you right here, in the comfort of your own home, and you can have me as your lazy meal."
"And how exactly would that differ from keeping you as my 'lazy meal' and hunting everyone else for sport?"
"Because you want to prove to me just how powerful you are." They finally found the strength to turn around and look up at it, staring into those red eyes with all the courage they had. "Because you want me to know that even if you give me advantages, even if you level out the playing field, you can catch me as many times as you want. Because you think I'm arrogant, and you want to let me go and hunt me down yourself. Because now you feel like it's a personal challenge, and no one has ever challenged you like this."
The vampire grinned, and Whumpee could already feel those sharp fangs piercing their neck. "Is that so?" It almost looked impressed, which Whumpee took as a good sign. "Very well. Grab your stake and run, hunter. Although I'm not sure that name fits you anymore."
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Have you ever seen Tangled? If so, do you like it? It has sacrifice in it, from both main characters.
I DO! I do love Tangled. I think it’s interesting that they’re both so intensely self-sacrificial by the end of the story, specifically for each other. I just want to list them because of how nice that is:
Flynn sacrifices his financial gain, his pride, and his life, three times, for Rapunzel.
Rapunzel sacrifices her safety, which used to be important to her thanks to Gothel’s indoctrination, and her freedom, which was her new dream, to save Flynn.
And they’re both willing to sacrifice their ability to be with one another, which was their shared “new dream,” in the climax. Rapunzel promises to stop fighting and never see Flynn again if she’s allowed to heal him, sacrificing her ability to ever be with him. Then he turns right around and cuts her hair, which was his only chance at surviving the stab wound, and sacrifices his ability to ever be with her.
Lots of sacrifice. Very loving. Especially for characters who started out focused on their own self-dreams, however nice or not nice those dreams were. I could talk more about Tangled, definitely
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Fumito Ueda was inspired by… Galaxy Express 999 (1979).
Ueda has cited the Galaxy Express 999 manga series as one of his influences. Watching the film they made in the middle of its run, I could see a lot of Ico and also some Shadow of the Colossus.
It made me think of Gulliver’s Travels, Alice in Wonderland and Firefly as we follow the boy, Tetsuro, visiting different planets.
On a planet called Titan, Tetsuro is given a gun by an old woman that turns out to be ‘the only cosmo gun capable of killing machine men’. Ueda's games feature special weapons that are uniquely effective against the antagonists.
Spoilers for the movie ahead!
It prefigures Ghost in the Shell.
There's a character called Tochiro who, moments before his death, gets Tetsuro to activate a machine that vaporizes his body and transfers his consciousness into the supercomputer of his best friend's ship, 'Arcadia'.
Maetel, one of two Yorda-like figures, explains to Tetsuro, "I am a copy of your mother in her youth. I am a shadow in the form of a human. When I grow old, I get a copy of a new body. That is how I survive through the ages and travel through time."
Both Ico and Shadow of the Colossus feature characters whose bodies are vessels for other consciousnesses (Yorda for The Queen and Wander for Dormin).
With the line ‘I had become a witch who controlled time’, it actually sounded more like a warning against plastic surgery.
The castle in the movie gets destroyed.
The other Yorda-like figure is Claire whose mother forced her to trade in her body for one made of glass. Her appearance is reminiscent of petrified Yorda and she has a power that makes her glow which she uses not to open Idol Gates but to save Tetsuro from Queen Promethium.
At the end, Maetel says to Tetsuro, ‘From now on, I will be a woman who lives on only in your memories. I will be nothing more than an illusion of your young boy’s heart, a phantom of your youth.’
The lyrics of 'You Were There' for me carry a similar feeling of nostalgia.
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The movie can be watched for free on YouTube.
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"You don't seem all that bothered by this set up." Whumper smiled down on them.
Caretaker merely shrugged as best as they could at the situation: them strapped to a table, surrounded by various tools, each looking more intimidating and painful than the next. "Not like I can stop you, can I?" They pulled at the leather straps.
"You can actually. Just tell me where your base is."
"No."
Whumper's turn to shrug. "Suit yourself. You're going to tell me sooner or later. Might as well spare yourself a lot of pain."
But Caretaker didn't tell. The only thing leaving their lips were screams of pain, drops of blood, and the occasional expletives or namecalling.
"You're taking this well," Whumper mused, his bloodied fingers hovering over the tools, trying to decide which one to pick.
"Thanks," Caretaker breathed. Whumper's words however sounded muffled, as if there was a barrier inbetween them. If only... Their mind was already teetering on the edge of unconsciousness and everything - except that bloody pain of course - took a while to process. They squeezed their eyes shut and lightly shook their head, trying to expel the dark edges blurring their vision. But they already felt themself getting pulled down.
"Ah ah, don't try so hard to pass out." A harsh slap to their face brought them back. Whumper snapped his fingers in front of their eyes. "If you're out, I'm going to have to try and get answers out of someone else." His gaze slid to the other end of the room where Whumpee sat against the wall, sobbing and sniffling, curled up in a ball with their hands over their ears.
"Don't you dare," Caretaker meant to say in a growl, but their voice only croaked.
"Oh?" Whumper turned away from them, leering at the figure hugging themself. "My bad. I guess I should have tried with them from the start."
Caretaker watched as Whumpee pressed themself up against the wall with a soft mewl when henchmen closed in on them. They cried out when they were dragged up, begging and flailing. And Caretaker broke when they called out their name.
"No... don't. Leave them alone. They don't know! Stop!"
Whumper merely smiled. "You know how you can make it stop."
And Caretaker closed their eyes in resignation.
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The more that I think about it, the more I realize that Ava’s character arc as the Warrior Nun actually regressed in season two.
Ultimately, Beatrice hits the nail on the head in their fight at the very beginning: Ava does whatever she wants, jumps headfirst into danger without thinking about the consequences, leads with her heart and emotions instead of her head.
Because of the intense pressure Ava puts on herself to be the Warrior Nun, she becomes dangerously self-sacrificing. In her desperation to not let the team down, she throws herself at every threat that appears (whether she needs to or not) and the team gets smoked with her. Afraid to lose her friends, she takes on the whole weight of the mission alone. In the end, she abandons them for a solo mission that nearly gets her killed.
One of the key lessons Beatrice tried to impart to her in season one was to trust her team. The Warrior Nun is not supposed to go at it alone or exist in isolation. She is a symbol, a representative of a collective unit. If only the Warrior Nun was needed, there would be no OCS. There would be no team.
Though the Warrior Nun is supposed to be their designated leader, that doesn’t necessarily mean that she is. In season one, Ava was a complete newbie with no background knowledge, experience, or training whatsoever. Despite her special status, her role was limited to one specific thing and it was the team’s job to protect her so that she could fulfill it. Everyone had their own part to play.
But Ava chafed against this system. She didn’t like the idea of other people fighting for her and wanted to do something, even though she wasn’t properly equipped. Beatrice and the others consistently had to tell her, “No. That’s not your job. You’re going to get yourself killed. Your responsibility is this and that’s all you need to worry about.”
Somewhere along the way, Ava forgets that. She gets roped in with Michael and Reya’s plan (a horrible, stupid plan that doesn’t even work!). She blames herself for everything that goes wrong and believes it’s her sole responsibility to protect the team – that she needs to take the biggest risks and make the ultimate sacrifice.
But the biggest difference between her and the OCS? They chose this. They signed up for this. They have trained for this. They’re prepared to lay down their lives for this, they know what’s at stake. And you need them!
Two seconds after Ava and Michael defect for their own plan, Michael is killed on the spot. Ava is left outnumbered and alone with no way to call for backup.
Meanwhile, one-woman-army Beatrice is slicing through every last one of Adriel’s men to find her. That’s the girl you left behind?
Enough with all this “I’m doing this to save you”. You need her to save you!
Every time Ava was in trouble this season, my reaction was either: “Yaas! Beatrice has arrived” or: “Shoot. Beatrice! Beatrice, help her!”
Beatrice has saved her a thousand times over and when the two of them are fighting side by side – protecting each other, leaning on each other, trusting each other, working together – they’re unstoppable.
After Ava falls fifty feet from a building, she tells Beatrice that “they can’t beat us [...] Not together.”
So why did you leave her? 😭
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Whumptember day 3
“This can’t be it”
Betrayal | Left to die | Running away
Content warning: implied suicide mission
“You can’t be serious. This can't be it,” Ex-Villain sat in Superhero’s office, a disbelieving look on their face. It’d been almost a year since their reform, and while Superhero had rarely spoken to the former villain, they had been keeping a close eye on their progress. They’d been doing well, and despite everything, Superhero was happy for them.
Looking at them, something ached in Superhero’s heart. They refused to avert their gaze. “I am. We need you, because nobody else can do this. Supervillain’s attack on the city will be devastating, and your’s are the only powers capable of redirecting it. If you don’t, thousands will die.”
“And if I do, I’ll die,” Ex-villain’s responded bluntly. “You know my powerset; I can’t just redirect attacks without taking some damage. With how powerful Supervillain is, the best I could do would kill us both. You know that. I can’t believe you'd–" they started, only to stop themself with a shaky exhale. "Why are you asking me to do this? I might’ve changed sides, but I’m not willing to die for this city.”
“I know,” and Superhero did know, and they’d planned for it. Slowly, Superhero reached for a framed photo on their desk, flipping it around and pushing it towards Ex-Villain. The photo was filled with smiling faces, with Ex-villain’s in the middle of them all. “But you’d die for them, wouldn’t you? For Caretaker, for Hero and Youngest?”
Ex-villain froze at the question, eyes locked on the photo instantly. Though they didn’t speak, Superhero already knew the answer. They’d watched Ex-villain become close with the team, going from hesitant allies to close friends over the span of a year. Ex-villain had grown enough to truly care for others, and they’d truly come to care for their team. Superhero had truly been happy to see that growth.
They were abusing it now. Superhero knew that, but they also knew they couldn’t stop.
Superhero continued. “They’re all scattered throughout the city on their own undercover missions. You won’t be able to contact them, and you won’t be able to find them all and escape in time. You cannot save them all without doing this.”
For a long moment, they didn’t lift their eyes from the picture, watching the smiling faces staring back at them. Their voice was barely a whisper. "…So, was this your plan? Is this why you all gave me a chance, all to stop Supervillain?"
"Ex-villain, I–"
"Was that it?!" They stood, their chair pushed aside. Their face was contorted into an ugly scowl, eyes bright with anger and tears. "Was everything just a means to an end?! All of this– saying I could change, how I could be better and–”, Ex-villain’s shouting was cut off by a raspy inhale, and their shoulders shook with a watery chuckle, “-and that there were people that gave a shit about me! And it was all just for this?!”
“I’m sorry," it was all Superhero could say.
“You're sorry! As if that means anything!”
"I'm sorry,” There was something sincere in Superhero’s tone, and it was enough to silence Ex-villain for a moment. “You’re right. I manipulated you, pushed for your reform with the sole purpose of this mission. It was for the city, but that doesn’t justify what I did,” Their eyes met with Ex-villain’s. “But I’m the only one who was involved. I may have pushed for your reform, but the others accepted you of their own volition. Any relationships you’ve formed with the others, any moments of friendship or closeness, were real. All of it. And they will die with the rest of the city if you don't stop Supervillain.”
The room fell silent. Ex-villain stared forward, anger and betrayal playing across their face. Superhero didn’t dare more as Ex-villain crumpled back into their chair, head in their hands. They sat for minutes, waiting for the moment Ex-villain realized what Superhero already knew: Ex-villain wouldn’t allow their newfound family to die.
When Ex-villain finally lifted their gaze, something in their eyes had dulled. “I hate you,” they hissed out, voice shaking with anger.
But they didn't leave. They listened quietly as Superhero discussed their plan.
#whumptember 2023#whumptember day 3#day 3: this can't be it/betrayal#tw: suicide mission#self-sacrifice#villain whumpee#superhero whumper#whump#whumpee#whumper#hero x villain#my stuff#morally grey hero#gotta love a good old fashioned 'doing what's right via horrible means! saving the city by sacrificing my morals!'
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The Sacrificial Lamb's True Identity
Michael and Vanessa finally find out the truth about the ball pit. But when a new version of the Daycare Attendant shows himself to him, Michael turns himself into the sacrificial lamb to save his old and new friends.
Part 9 of "Michael Meets the Daycare Attendant".
Part 8
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Michael was unsure what to do. This guy was staring at him with shock and…almost an emotional look on his face. The phone guy touched Michael’s hair with his fingertips and dragged his thumb down Michael’s more exaggerated jawline. “Oh my gosh…you’ve grown to really resemble your da-”
“Mr. Afton?” Michael asked with a dry chuckle. “I prefer calling him Mr. Afton.” Michael added. “Plus, I’ve heard that way too much for one lifetime.” Michael admitted.
Scott bit his lip and let go of Michael. “Telling by your name choice, Mr. Afton still has a long way to go to earn that father title.” Scott said.
Michael softened his expression. “You knew what he was like?” Michael asked.
“Knew? God, more than just knew. I experienced every single mannerism from that man over the years. When I found out what he did, I…I regret saying that I saw something like that coming.” Scott admitted.
Michael tsked and crossed his arms as he looked down. “You’d think he would’ve chosen not to commit child murder after losing two of his own kids from his death machines.” Michael told him.
Vanessa cleared her throat and put her index finger up. “Telling by what you’re saying, You knew the infamous man?” Vanessa asked.
Scott chuckled. “Again, ‘knew’ doesn’t even begin to describe how well acquainted we became.” Scott admitted.
“Yes…I know him. He’s…a blood relative.” Michael admitted.
Jeremy slowly walked up to Vanessa. “Hi…I’m Jeremy.” He said softly.
Vanessa softened her rigid expression upon seeing how nervous and timid Jeremy was being. “Hi Jeremy. I’m Vanessa.” She told him. “And…You’re about Michael’s age?” She asked.
Jeremy widened his eyes and looked at Michael. “Oh no. No no no, I’m older- much older than him. I’m in my 30’s.” Jeremy admitted.
Vanessa raised an eyebrow and looked at Michael. “What’s he talking about?” Vanessa asked.
Michael looked down and bit his lip. “Well…”
Jeremy looked at Michael. “Did you wake up in the ballpit too?” Jeremy asked.
Michael looked at Jeremy. “I…” He blinked and tried to look away from the scar on his face. “Yeah…sorry, yeah. I did. Did you?” Michael asked.
“We both did.” Jeremy replied.
“Huh…So you’re supposed to be in the old pizzeria.” Michael added.
“That’s where we were before. How do we get back?” Scott asked.
Michael shrugged his shoulders. “I have no idea.” Michael admitted.
“Wait wait wait…” Vanessa interrupted. “You all woke up in the ballpit…how did you guys end up in the daycare in the first place?!” She asked.
“I was searching the burnt down building that the animatronics, and my uncle Henry had burned and died in. I escaped before experiencing the brunt of the fire.” Michael said, uncovering his upper arm and showing them the burn mark. “I…wanted to find Henry’s cassette player and hear what his last words were, but…I fell through a weird, deep hole in the middle of the floor.” Michael told her.
“I was…wait, burnt down building?!” Scott reacted. “What burnt down building?” Scott asked.
“The building that the pizzeria used to be in.” Michael replied.
Scott squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his nose. “When was the pizzeria burnt down?” Scott asked.
Michael raised an eyebrow. “The night before. And I know who did it.” Michael told him. “It hadn’t been taken down yet.” Michael added.
Scott widened his eyes as he remembered the hole in the stage. “Oh god…The hole was a teleportation device…” Scott muttered.
Jeremy looked at Scott. “Are you talking about that hole on the stage that was never fixed?” Jeremy asked. “The one you fell into during our shift?” Jeremy asked next.
Scott nodded. “But how did you get in? Did you fall in too!?” Scott asked.
“You had mysteriously disappeared mid-shift. I tried to find you, but all I could find was this hole and your hat. With the hat just there and your body nowhere to be found…I jumped in after you.” Jeremy told him, taking off the hat on his head and handing it to Scott. “Speaking of the hat, here.” Jeremy said.
Scott narrowed his eyes at Jeremy. “You are the most anxious person I have ever met. There is no way you actually walked around looking for me.” Scott told him. “Especially with those ‘death machines’, as Michael described them, walking around that night.”
Jeremy shrugged his shoulders. “Adrenaline can make you do crazy things.” Jeremy told him.
Scott stared at Jeremy…then, he stared at the hat…before looking at Jeremy again. “...And you couldn’t bother to carry this down?” Scott asked, deadpanning at him.
“No.” Jeremy replied. Then, he slowly lowered his chin. “...And I wanted to see if we had the same head size…” Jeremy slowly admitted.
Scott responded by hitting Jeremy with his hat. “You dumbass.” Scott spat.
Jeremy yelped and cowered back, not wanting to get hit again.
“Hoo hoo HOO! What’s a dumbass?” someone said behind them.
Michael widened his eyes and slowly looked at Vanessa. “Uh oh…” Michael muttered.
Vanessa closed her eyes and groaned. “Great…” She muttered.
Scott covered his mouth and squeaked with horror.
Jeremy widened his eyes as well, before grunting and flicking Scott in the forehead. “Good job, Phoney. Now the ‘Daycare Attendant’ knows swear words.” Jeremy told him.
“Not if we reset him.” Vanessa said as she tackled the Daycare Attendant to the ground. In no time at all, she opened up the back plate and placed it aside. She attempted to power Sun down but he was shaking around so much that her finger slipped off the power button and onto the blue button beside it, that had a white moon shape on it. “Uh oh-” Vanessa’s finger retreated, but it was too late. “Dammit! I pressed the wrong button!” Vanessa yelled.
Michael growled and walked up to intervene. “Let me do-” Michael yelped as a white and blue hand slapped Michael down to the ground. The Daycare Attendant was no longer sun-themed. It now had the face of a moon, with new blue and white clothes. The pants and the hat both had stars on them. The Daycare Attendant jumped away from the humans, and flicked the light off. “Naughty naughty boys…” The animatronic teased.
Michael widened his eyes. “Who’s that?” He asked, fear in his eyes.
“The Daycare Attendant.” Vanessa replied.
“Well-” Michael facepalmed his own forehead. “I mean, he looks different.” Michael told her.
“He’s Moon now. Why they thought it would be a good idea to put the ‘Moon’ button beside the power button, is beyond me.” Vanessa told him.
Moon jumped towards Michael. “It’s past your bedtime. You must be punished!” Moon declared.
Creating a plan in his head, Michael put on a confident face. “What’s my punishment for being up past my bedtime, Moon?” Michael asked.
Moon’s smile widened almost to a Jim Carrey-like smile before his wiggling fingers slowly rose up. “I think you already know the answer to that question, Mikey.” Moon teased.
Michael smirked back. “Everyone else, run. I can take it from here.” Michael told them.
“But you don’t know how to power him down!” Vanessa reacted.
Michael chuckled. “You partly did already…and I think the rest is blatantly obvious.” He added before taking off running. “Ring the Walkie-talkie when you get out!” Michael yelled.
“MICHAEL-” Scott yelled.
“IGNORE ME! GO! SAVE YOURSELVES!” Michael shouted.
“Ooooh! A tickle CHASE! I’m gonna getcha, Mikey-Wikey!” Moon declared as he started jumping and chasing Michael around the daycare.
As Michael climbed the play equipment, he watched as Vanessa brought Jeremy and Scott up the slide and out of the daycare. Then, he smiled as he heard the walkie-talkie alarm go off in his pocket.
BEE-EE-EE-EE-EEP!
BEE-EE-EE-EE-EEP!
Michael smiled. That was his cue to go apeshit. “I’ll NEVER SURRENDER! HAHAHAHA!” Michael laughed before letting go of the equipment. Quickly, Michael started to drop towards the colorful ballpit below.
But right as he’s about to dive in, he feels a hand grab his ankle. Michael stopped dropping rather abruptly, and stayed hanging in the air for a moment or two. Michael was momentarily stunned by the sudden drop.
“Wh-Wait-” Michael looked up (by looking down) and widened his eyes when he saw the familiar white face with the blue hat.
“P e e k a b o o.” Moon said somewhat quietly.
Michael yelped and tried kicking Moon’s hand to get him to let go. But Moon only lifted Michael up and flipped him, before grabbing Michael under the armpits and dropping into the ballpit the rest of the way.
Michael hit the ballpit like a surfboard slapping the water, and quickly yelped. “aaAAH! Wait- WAHAIT!” Michael doubled over and struggled to get out of the animatronic’s grip. But it was like getting out of handcuffs…Literally impossible without a key.
…Not…that…Michael would know about that, or anything…
NO, IT IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK.
Michael held his breath and kicked his feet all over the place while Moon just casually targeted his ribs, his belly and his armpits. Michael struggled and wiggled all over the place.
“Funny…This naughty boy is wiggling around like a fish out of water!” Moon reacted. “But how ticklish is this helpless little fish?” Moon asked.
Michael looked up, almost hoping and praying there was a hand reaching down into the ballpit to come and save him. But no such luck. There was no one but himself.
But wait…Why is he fighting this? Why is he hoping for a rescue? He knowingly sacrificed himself for his coworkers and former family. He should be letting Moon destroy him right now. Logically, he knew this. He knew he was supposed to let Moon tickle him to bits. But his body was fighting and struggling to get out. He could guess that the tickles were more overwhelming than he was expecting. But he decided enough was enough. Time to let Moon have what he wants!
Michael’s lips grew into a wide smile as he finally bursted out in fluffy, euphoric giggles. “Bwahahahehehehehe! HEHehehehehehe!! Yohohohou- Yohohou’re rihihight. Ihihihi’m toohohohoo ticklihihihish!” Michael admitted.
“YES! The dam has finally broken! Out comes the giggles! Let them flow out of you like an open tap!” Moon declared.
“Whahahat ahahahare yohohou? aha wrihihiter or sohomethihihihing?” Michael asked.
“Not exactly.” Moon admitted. “Though…” Moon brought his voice box closer to Michael’s ear and started to whisper. “I heard I do have a special way with words~” Moon admitted before wrapping his arms around Michael.
Michael looked at Moon, confused and still giggly. “Whahahat ahahare yohohou dohoing?” Michael asked.
Moon widened his eyes and looked away as he quickly started clawing his nimble fingers into his sides. “N-Nothing, just coming up with another way to tickle you!” Moon said next, trying to cover up his first initial idea.
“Ohohou lihiHIHIAR! LIHIHIAHAHAR!” Michael yelled.
“Liar?! Are you calling me a liar?!” Moon asked with a smirk.
“YEHEHES! YOHOHOU AHARE A TEHEHERRIBLE LIHIHIAR.” Michael yelled back.
“Ooooh, says the one with a wallet from the 1980’s.” Moon dangled the man’s wallet in front of its owner. Before Michael could reach up and grab it with his free hand, Moon pulled it away from him and put it in his shoe. “I’ll keep that for later.” Moon told him.
“GIVE IT BA-” Michael reached his arm behind him, accidentally leaving his right armpit vulnerable. And within a couple seconds, Moon had dug his fingers into the secret spot. “aaAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OH GOD! OHOHO NOHOHO- HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Michael shouted, shaking his head back and forth as he cackled and laughed.
“Ooooh! Looks like I found a SUPER ticklish little armpit!” Moon reacted. “And I wonder…Is this little lefty armpit ticklish tooo?” Moon asked as he wiggled his fingers literal millimeters away from Michael’s other armpit.
“WAHAHAIT-” Michael clamped his arm down, trying his damndest to cover up his armpit. But it was almost like Moon had a backup plan in case this happened:
Cause the moment Michael did this, Moon moved his fingers up and tickled the back of his neck. “Coochy coochy coo~” Moon teased.
Michael let out a glass-breaking squeal and leaned his head back more to cover up his neck. But he wasn’t able to cover up his neck quite enough to halt his progress. “EEEHEHEHEHEEEE! NO! NOOOHOHOHOHO!” Michael yelled, unable to properly think straight.
“What’s it gonna be, Michael? Cover up your armpit and let me tickle you silly on your sensitive little spiiine?” Moon asked as he gently drew one single finger up and down the spine area from his skull to his shoulders. “Or cover up your neck and let me skitter, skitter, skitter my precious little fingers…” Moon started tickling with 4 fingers, 2 fingers on either side of his spine. “-right on your deep widdle armpit?” Moon finished.
Michael was struggling to think. Which tickle spot was worse to take?! Which spot could he handle better?! The neck made him squeal like a puppy, while the armpit made him laugh till he started snorting. And in his own opinion, both outcomes were equally as embarrassing. “IHIHIHI DOHOHON’T KNOHOHOHOW.” Michael replied.
“Pick your poison, Snow White~” Moon teased. “And make a wish~ Because only one of the poisons you pick will make your wish come true~!” Moon decided.
Michael tried to think of what to do with himself. His own laughter was enough to distract him from trying to make a good choice he wouldn’t eventually regret. Should he choose the armpit? Or stay with the neck? Choose the armpit? Or choose the neck?
Armpit? Or neck?
Armpit… ?
Or Neck…?
As Moon slowly dragged his finger up and up his neck, he felt tickly shivers move down his spine and as his smile grew larger and larger…his squeals went higher and higher. With Moon’s single finger driving him insane as it was, Michael finally threw his left hand back to cover up his neck.
“Oooooh! So I see you’ve chosen the armpit!” Moon declared as he wiggled his nimble fingers closer and closer to his left armpit. “However, I have changed my mind a small bit…” Moon swiftly moved his fingers over to the belly. “GIGGLE BUTTON TICKLE TIME!” Moon declared as he started swiftly swirling his finger in the boy’s outie belly button. “Coochy coochy coooooo~”
Michael wheezed almost immediately and instinctively sucked in his belly to get his finger as far away from his belly button as possible. But the finger only followed his belly and swirled into his belly button once more. He would suck his belly in more, and the finger would only follow alongside it and tickle him again. Soon, he had sucked his belly in so much that he couldn’t properly breathe anymore. So he was forced to unsuck his belly to breathe. But this in turn, brought Moon’s evil finger even close to his belly button.
This almost perfectly reminded him of that time he was handcuffed. His friend of 3 years had stolen a pair of police handcuffs from his policeman father of 24 years, going on 25. And his friend had handcuffed Michael’s hands together behind his back in an attempt to arrest him for ‘being a goddamn nuisance’. And after doing a ‘roleplay’ of a court scene, his friend had ‘sentenced him’ to ‘20 minutes of tickles and 25 years in jail’. Michael remembered pulling on his cuffed hands and rolling around wildly while his friend tickled his belly button almost mercilessly.
But in the end, they both had to admit what he had done, because the policeman had the only key to get out of the handcuffs. And with Michael free and the handcuffs only being used for platonic fun, the father let Michael go without any repercussions.
Even though his hands were free at the moment, this was exactly what Michael was reminded of when Moon tickled every inch of his belly button. “Hey, Mikie~” Moon asked.
“HEHEHEHEHE- WHAHAHAT?” Michael replies.
“You haven’t said anything besides the usual ‘HAHAHA!’, ‘AAAHAHA’, ‘HEHEHEHE’, and the occasional loud ‘SQUEAL!’.” Moon told him, using his voice speaker to perfectly imitate Michael’s previous laughing fits within the last few minutes.
Michael quickly looked down to cover up his deepening blush of pure embarrassment. He groaned and went mostly quiet.
“...What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” Moon asked.
“.........You’re embarrassing me.” Michael mumbled.
“Embarrassing you…” Moon thought for a moment. “Is that a good thing?” Moon asked.
Michael’s blush deepened even more at that question. He had no idea, honestly.
“Anyway…” Moon pulled a wallet out of his shoe. “Why do you have a wallet that looks to be made from the 1970’s?” Moon asked, showing him.
“Wha- HEY!” Michael yelled, attempting to grab it. But Moon pulled it away. “Nope. Too late. You want it?” Moon asked with another growing smirk.
“Yes!” Michael yelled.
“Then COME AND GET IT!” Moon shouted as he jumped out of the ballpit, using Michael’s stomach as leverage. Michael felt himself get pushed further down into the ballpit. When he came to his senses again, Michael pushed himself through the bright colored balls and swam himself out of the ballpit. He managed to reach high ground before taking off running after Moon. “GET BACK HERE!” Michael yelled.
“NOT A CHANCE! HAHAHAHA!” Moon shouted back. And while Michael was chasing him around the Daycare, Moon had opened up his wallet and started snooping. He quickly found his debit card and his health card, and started reading his drivers license.
[3 DOB: 03/19/1971]
But as he kept reading, the animatronic slowed himself down.
[Michael R. Afton]
Moon slowed to a stop and looked at Michael. “You’re related to Mr. Afton?” Moon asked, visibly shocked.
Michael widened his eyes and froze for a moment…then, he quickly tried to get his wallet back. “Give it back!” Michael ordered. He soon grabbed Moon’s arm and held it back, looking deeply into Moon’s eyes with a frown on his face. “You’ve seen enough.”
“And…and I see you were born in the 1970’s?” Moon asked.
Michael ripped the wallet, and his driver's license out of the animatronic’s hand. “Yes. What’s it to you?” Michael asked as he reached and grabbed Moon’s back.
“Mr. Afton didn’t die until 1989.” Moon told him.
Michael stopped moving and softened his expression with slight shock.
“That would mean you…were around when Mr. Afton was alive and running the old pizzerias.” Moon added.
Michael bit his lip and gently started to pick up the animatronic. “Let’s just…get you fixed, alright?” Michael told him.
“Are you Mr. Afton’s son?” Moon asked.
Michael sighed and closed his eyes. He took in a breath and clicked the power off button on Moon’s back. “Shutting down in 3…”
“2…”
“1…”
#identity reveal#resetting moon#soft moon#self-sacrifice#ticklefic#ler!moon#lee!michael#funny childhood memories
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This... All too relatable. After years of being in a traumatizing environment and having a lot of old triggers that I didn't even know about be reactivated, I find myself doing nothing but self-sabotaging in both arenas of my life. I am always frustrated by it because I know that I am capable of so much more and that I have worked for so much more. But, I just continue to find that it's difficult to overcome.
Source: Dr. Glenn Doyle
#trauma#self-sabotage#self-sacrifice#abuse#mental health#life#living#achievement#high achievement#high achiever#alone
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FEBUWHUMP day 24:
Prompt: "Bloody clothes"
Extraction (2020)
@febuwhump
#febuwhump2023#febuwhump#febuwhumpday24#bloody clothes#extraction#chris hemsworth#whump#male whump#shot#blood#bleeding#pain#head wound#weak#self-sacrifice
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Mayday
Summary: Kori, Roy, and Jason are stranded in outer space with life support steadily failing. Kori can survive without oxygen, but Roy and Jason cannot. And, Kori would do anything to save them.
Whumptober day elevel fill. Prompt: "all the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed" though I really used the whole song MAYDAY by TheFatRat and Laura Brehm.
The lights on the console flickered intermittently as the power cells in the ship struggled to keep even low levels of energy running through the circuits. The display screens shows the dark red swirling atmosphere of the planet RaeTha, the planet where they were meant to find a desperate resistance looking for their help. Instead, they had been fired on until their ship was as good as junk floating through space.
"Mayday, Mayday, please respond," Kori said into the long range radio. She then repeated that message in every language she knew, which was a painfully long list. It was the third time she had repeated her message, but she had yet to receive any response.
"Why aren't they coming for us," Jason rasped from the hallway behind her.
Kori spun around, panic swelling in her chest. "You shouldn't be up!" she chastised him.
"I have to do something," Jason tried to growl, but ended in a rough cough.
"No, you do not. Moving around and talking is only going to use up more air," Kori reprimanded him as firmly as she could, but she could hear the anxiety in her voice, which meant that Jason certainly heard the same. He could be perceptive about some things.
"Kori," he gasped, his voice suspiciously thin.
"No," she said, succeeding in sounding firm and immovable this time. She stood quickly and scooped Jason up in a bridal carry. He didn't respond with a squawk or a single protest. He just went boneless in her arms. The anxiety spun up tighter in her chest.
Kori strode down the familiar hallways of her ship at a fast clip, carrying Jason back to the big, comfortable bed that belonged to Kori but was of course open to both her companions whenever they wanted it. Roy was already spread across the blankets, looking pale. His chest was rising and falling shallowly. He cracked an eye when she walked in, but otherwise didn't move.
She tucked Jason gently into the blankets beside Roy and smoothed his hair away from his forehead. His brow creased in irritation, and he tried to wave her hand away, but he barely got his hand off the bed. She wondered how he managed to get all the way to the bridge in his condition.
"Oxygen?" Roy asked quietly, his voice a faint rasp.
Kori knew what he was asking, but hated to be the bearer of bad news.
"Ten percent," she answered solemnly.
Roy cussed and rolled toward Jason with a grunt of effort. He settled his calloused hand in Jason's. Kori watched him struggle to keep his breathing shallow and even. Any speeding up of his breath would just deplete the oxygen available to him and Jason all the faster.
They were dying. Kori was watching her boys die. HER BOYS.
"I'm going to fix this," she said, more for herself than for them.
"It's okay, Kori. Not your fault," Roy rasped.
"Love you. Fuck those assholes," Jason agreed blearily.
"Do not fear, my loves. Trust in me and I will protect you both," Kori said, her shoulders thrown back, and her face set in determination. She turned and left before they could say something to break her resolve. What she planned to do was risky, but she felt she had no other choice.
When the atmosphere contained less than 19.5% oxygen, any form of exertion could cause increased breathing rates, accelerated heartbeat and impaired thinking or coordination in humans. 12%-16% oxygen could cause the same symptoms even in people who were resting. At oxygen levels 6%-10% humans experienced nausea, vomiting, lethargy and eventually unconsciousness. Less than 6% caused convulsions, cessation of breathing and finally cardiac standstill.
Kori had been radioing for help for hours, but obviously the rest of the galaxy knew that the area they were in was dangerous and no one was answering. The oxygen in the ship was getting far too low for her to allow continuing with S.O.S. signals. She had one last thing she could try in order to energize the remaining power cells, but after she did it, she would be useless. She had to hope it would work and get the boys back on their feet. Once they were okay, they could surely work together to repair the rest of the ship and get them out of enemy territory.
She had to trust in them and in herself to do this.
Kori walked through the ship, turning down progressively more narrow hallways until she reached a ladder that led down into the bowels of the ship. She shimmied past the huge dark fuel cells to the hulking mass of the engine.
She had tried to fix things down there early in their predicament with Roy's help. But, they were in quite the predicament.
The engine needed energy from the fuel cells to get it started, but once it was started, it used antimatter in the core to keep running. Once the engine was running, it could recharge the fuel cells. When they had been hit by munitions from the planet below, a huge surge had run through the whole ship and fried all the energy cells attached to the engine. They had a few extra ones which they had switched out with the blown cells, but none of them were charged. The only way to charge them was to start the engine
So, the only option left was for Kori to start the engine herself.
Her hands started shaking as she opened one side of the huge cylinder that made up the casing of the engine. Inside the small door was a narrow opening leading to the core containing the antimatter.
Kori looked at all the warning signs printed on the outside of the antimatter for a long pregnant second before taking a deep breath of stagnant air and climbing into the narrow opening. She had to tuck her elbows and knees against her chest tightly and twist her feet in awkwardly to close the shielding door behind her. She hesitated with her hand on the door to the antimatter core. What she was planning to do was going to be extremely painful, and she wasn’t completely sure she would survive it.
She squeezed her eyes shut and pictured Jason and Roy as she had seen them just a few seconds ago. Her boys, her best friends and sometimes lovers, laying in her bed, slowly suffocating. They were running out of air, and it would only get worse the longer she took.
She had to do this. She was a hero. She knew she could do this.
Taking another bracing breath, Kori reached out and flicked open the three locks holding the shielding to the antimatter core shut. Inside was a glass container with a strangely undulating black nothingness inside. Kori couldn't feel anything change, but knew she was being hit by a truly wild amount of radiation. It was then or never.
Kori clenched all her muscles as tight as they would go as she let down all the walls she had built inside herself to hold the solar energy inside. She had to take down the walls and then somehow still hold all that energy inside with sheer force of will. Hold it, she cautioned herself. She had to let it go all at once. It had to be a big enough shock to start the engine, to ignite the core with her still inside it. She was tough, incredibly tough, she would survive somehow. She had to trust it.
She let go.
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Roy woke up and he could breathe. He took a deep breath, delicious air expanding in his lungs.
He opened his eyes and looked at Jason, his face slack in sleep, his chest rising steadily with big easy breaths.
God, she must have done it. She really fixed it somehow.
The relief was an intense balm over what had previously only been a heart full of defeat and despair. Then, Roy’s brain started to tick over with questions. Once he started to run through ways that Kori possibly could have saved them, he started to panic.
"Jason. Jay!" Roy shouted, shaking Jason hard. He started awake, sitting up quickly and then clutching his head and grimacing.
"Oh god, my head," he groaned.
"Kori, Jay. Where is Kori?" Roy croaked, trying to sit up himself and feeling dizzy from the head rush. He was lucky he didn't have the headache that Jason was dealing with, but then he hadn't tried to walk around the ship with barely any oxygen to breathe.
"What?" Jason said, squinting at Roy. "I don't know. Didn't she? Wasn't she at the bridge?" he asked in confusion.
"She got the engine running somehow, but she's not here," Roy said, climbing to his feet and only swaying slightly. "Something's wrong."
Roy had a suspicion, but he really hoped he was wrong. He hoped that the people who shot at their ship had shown up and hooked them into their own life support systems. He hoped that Kori had gone outside and pushed their ship down onto the hostile planet. Roy hoped that she had done almost anything other than what he suspected, but he couldn't risk waiting another second to find her either way.
He wanted to tear through the ship, run at full tilt, but after the oxygen deprivation he had been subjected to, he had to hold onto the wall and hobble along the hallways at the pace of an octogenarian. Jason followed behind him, peppering him with questions until they got to the emergency launch and Roy took down one of the exosuits.
"You really think she's in there?" Jason rasped, but got to pulling on the suit a lot quicker than he had been moving before.
"There are other possibilities, but this is definitely the worst one. I just want to make sure she's not in there," Roy said, pausing with his hand on the bulkhead to wait out a bit of spinning.
"Shit," Jason bit out. He yanked his suit into place with the kind of speed and violence that Roy hated to admit that he found incredibly attractive. Roy had barely had the thought before Jason was taking off back to the heart of the ship at a much faster speed.
"Jay!" Roy shouted, struggling to follow behind Jason and pull his suit on at the same time as he combatted his own dizziness and slowly mounting nausea.
By the time Roy got down the ladder to the engine room, Jason already had the engine open and was pulling an unconscious Kori out.
Roy's heart dropped through the floor. He had no idea how she had even fit herself inside the engine and closed the housing, since it was such a small space. But, it was obvious she had been inside while the engine was running, unconscious and almost empty of solar energy and slowly being roasted alive by the heat inside the casing. Her soft orange skin was roasted red and black everywhere it had been touching metal, and even the parts that weren't looked red and rippled.
"Get us out of here!" Jason barked, his face twisted in rage and hurt behind the glass of his exosuit.
When Roy hesitated, his eyes stuck on Kori's ravaged skin, Jason shouted again. "ROY!"
Roy felt something creeping up the back of his throat, and turned around with a force of will and threw himself up the ladder before whatever it was could crawl out of his mouth. He got to the bridge somehow, though he couldn't remember the path he had taken to get there, and started to plot a course to the closest friendly system, checking system status and available resources while he went. The ship was just limping along. They wouldn't be able to get there fast. Fifty-two hours was the earliest they could get to neutral occupied space. Kori would have to suffer for at least fifty-two hours with those burns before they would have a chance to get her real medical help. And even once they were there, there was no guarantee there would be a medic there with enough knowledge of Tamaraneans to be able to help.
Once the course was plotted and the ship was on its way, Roy put his head down on his arms.
She could have left. Kori didn't need oxygen to survive unless she was out of solar energy. She could have left them behind, she could have taken them down to the planet, she could have done something else.
Instead, she put herself on the line to save them. Two stupid assholes that most people on Earth wouldn't have pissed on if they were on fire.
"She's too good," he rasped into his arm. "Way too fucking good for us."
#whumptober2023#no.11#“all the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed”#red hood and the outlaws#fanfiction#starfire#koriand'r#roy harper#arsenal#red hood#jason todd#dcu comics#ot3#jason/kori/roy#trapped in space#suffocation#burns#self-sacrifice#unconsciousness#kittywrites
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The Ceaseless Cry
Accidental Warlord AU (@inexplicifics) - Eskel/Geralt/Jaskier, Lambert/Milena, Aiden/Sasha - hurt/comfort, angst, and attempted magical murder (oh my!)
The humans of Kaer Morhen suddenly turn on their Witchers - and what magic has wrought, only cunning can undo.
[read on ao3]
#the witcher#the witcher fic#accidental warlord au#eskel/geralt/jaskier#lambert/milena#aiden/sasha#hurt/comfort#angst with a happy ending#i'm serious about the attempted murder part#self-sacrifice#dftea writes
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A Carrion Dance
Cw: Blood, Gore, Death, Mutilation
The first cut is the deepest, your talons across the chest, exhuming my calloused heart to the warm morning air. Claws squeeze tight to simulate a pulse, wrenching cold blood through withered veins, teaching a corpse to love again.
Beaks nip and prod, deathly kisses drawing blood from stone. Warmth pools beneath papery skin, blushes black and blue to match your murderous plumes. Nothing is concealed from your pinprick eyes as you set upon my glassy gaze, the hook of your wicked smile the last thing I'll ever spy.
Feathers tangled in my hair, quills imbibed in crimson ink to sign away my final rites. To you I leave my life's work; be not coy, my angel, but pick me clean of the riches of my flesh. You occupied my mind in the zest of my life, and there too in death shall you feather your nest, and lay us now down to a carrion's rest.
No greater joy can I think of than this;
To nourish you thus in this deathly bliss.
#writing#poetry#no fandom#blood cw#gore cw#death cw#mutilation cw#love#self-sacrifice#Every now and then the twisted little gremlin in my soul escapes#and bids me write stuff like this#There is both beauty and ugliness in the world#And you cannot have one without the other#This is not a healthy template for a relationship btw#in case anybody needed that clarified for them
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Treasure
Continuation from Worthless.
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Whumper was already waiting for them, of course. He stood in the middle of the room, didn’t say a word, didn’t move a muscle. Only the corners of his lips twitched up ever so lightly as he watched Whumpee step into view hesitantly.
In case it wasn’t clear to them yet; yes, they had sprung the trap.
They noticed Leader sitting on the floor next to Whumper. His hands bound behind his back, tape over his mouth, one eye shut due to swelling and a bruise flaming over his face. He looked up at Whumpee with a questioning expression, but Whumpee merely nodded in reassurance and kept their eyes on their enemy.
They held out the artefact in the palm of their hand, arm outstretched, trying to keep as much distance as they could. Even though they knew he didn’t care about the statue, they could still pretend and hope.
“Here,” they said, bitterly.
Whumper smiled at that and moved forward, relishing Whumpee’s light recoil at his first step.
“Someone's forgotten their manners...” he crooned in a playful tone, but Whumpee heard the hidden meaning behind it. “No matter... that can be remedied.”
His hand reached out, slowly, almost reverently as if afraid to touch. Then suddenly, he snapped forward, grabbed Whumpee by the wrist and pulled them towards him.
The artefact dropped to the floor, forgotten.
He pressed them against him, feeling the initial struggle die out, only the soft trembling remain, and he inhaled deeply.
“You don’t seem to realise what treasure you had in your midst, Leader,” Whumper murmured into their hair and pressed them against his chest with one hand, the other still tight around their wrist. “Only I know the worth of this.”
Leader sat dumbstruck on the floor, and Whumpee closed their eyes as they heard his muffled protests behind the tape.
“So here, take your little trinket back.” Whumper kicked the little statue lightly, brushing it with his boot to scatter it over the floor to Leader. “And I’ll hold on to what’s really important.”
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Continued here
Tag list, also taggin the ppl who asked for part 2: @firewheeesky @myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19 @myst-in-the-mirror @whumpawink @painsandconfusion @dainluvr @michelleswhumpyreblogs @ha-ha-one @whump-princess
#whump#whump drabble#self-sacrifice#creepy captor#creepy whumper#take me instead#recapture#intimate whumper#my writing
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