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"Whumpee asked for you specifically, A. I'll let you in to see them," Whumpee's medic and lover, Caretaker, said.
A couldn’t believe it. Whumpee wanted to see them? Before their best friend, B? After they sacrificed themself and were tortured by Whumper for months because of them?
They followed Caretaker, refusing to let them down, even as their face burned with shame, guilt gnawing at their insides.
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Leader Whumpee sat in the wheelchair, whiteboard sitting across their blanketed lap as Caretaker opened the door for A, the younger, sibling-like member of Team. A's breath hitched, eyes widening.
"They’re okay, A," Caretaker assured them. "Their throat is still healing, and they're still weak, but they're going to be okay."
A nodded, Caretaker letting out a deep breath. "Now, if you excuse me, I'm going to give the two of you some privacy. I have some things to attend to." The door shut behind them, leaving A standing before Whumpee, unable to meet their eyes at the sight of matching wounds from Whumper.
Whumpee's eyes burned with the shame of being unable to even give A a hug, or tell them that none of this was their fault. They attempted a smile, scribbling on their board.
"I missed you."
A's eyes welled with tears. "I'm so sorry, Whumpee," they whispered, hands curling into fists.
Whumpee shook their head vigorously, scribbling big letters on the board before tapping it when their marker. A looked up, hiccuping when they saw the message.
"It’s not your fault. They would've just killed you and taken me anyways. It's not your fault."
As A sank to their knees, they wrapped their arms around Whumpee in a hug, holding back tears as they pressed their face into the blanket.
#whump prompt#whumpee#tw: trauma#caretaker#tw: angst#tw: violence#tw: torture#tw: captivity#tw: throat whump#tw: implied strangulation#tw: muscle atrophy#tw: crying#tw: guilt#found family#team whump#whumper
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I am once again thinking about Aubrey and Basil clumsily duct-taping their friendship back together. I feel like Aubrey would be the first to forgive Basil and Sunny because of how recently she did almost the exact same thing (pushing Basil into the lake and almost killing him the DAY BEFORE.) I think her and Basil by this point immediately try to make up again, but it’s not as simple as they want it to be.
They understand eachother too well to hate eachother or to ignore eachother, and they’ve tried both of those options. They have too much deep-rooted anger to really be friends yet, but dammit, they’re going to fucking make it work because they’ve been through too much and have too much of a past to lose eachother. It’s not as simple as just forgiving eachother, but they want it to be. So, so badly. But they sit in tense silence for ages. Aubrey will make too wild of a gesture or get too worked up and Basil will flinch away. Aubrey will have moments of wanting to strangle Basil with the same jumprope he used to hang Mari, and then hate herself for it. Aubrey gets paranoid when Basil’s out of her sight for too long. They’re afraid of being apart for too long, and they’re afraid of being left alone together for too long. They go to the lake with the others, but never, ever just the two of them. They’re extremely gentle with eachother, as if the other might break. They make eachother laugh and for a moment they’re twelve again. They make eachother cry and wonder when the other shoe’s going to drop, and wonder who’s going to strike first.
#omori basil#omori aubrey#omori good ending#omori#tw sui implied#tw strangulation#tw intrusive thoughts#omori game#aubrey omori#basil omori
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Hc that c!Dream often traces the scars around his wrists and forearms that c!Tommy left when he took his third life, desperately scratching and clawing at Dream's hands around his throat as he slowly squeezed the life out of him. He finds it comforting, like a little piece of his beloved little hero that he'll always carry around with him, no matter how far apart they may be :)
Sometimes, when he's feeling especially stressed and alone, plagued by visions of shears and blood and screaming and phantom pains all over, he reopens them- often cutting deeper than they originally were to ensure that they will never, ever fade, the familiar pain reminding him of when he got them and how it felt to hold his precious little plaything's life entirely in his hands :) :) :)
#c!prime thoughts#ad infinitum :)#dream smp#dsmp#c!dream#c!tommy#c!primeboys#c!discduo#tw murder#tw strangulation#tw implied torture#tw self harm#tw obsessive behavior#tw possessive behavior
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Is It Enough? (Tower: Day 99)
for Angstpril, Day 19: Breaking Down
cw: imprisonment, beating, strangulation, vague noncon implications
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"See to it he never does this again."
The command, spat at the guards, was the last thing Alexei heard before they threw him back into his cell, ears still ringing from the punch he'd taken. The door locked, and for a while it was quiet. In the cell, in the hall. Quiet everywhere but in his head.
The dread building inside him was so potent he was sure he'd be sick, and try as he might, he couldn't direct his thoughts away from it.
Cold blue of a clear sky—
(What are they going to do?)
Flaking rust, crumbled iron—
(What are they going to do to me?)
Clear, cheer, deer, fear, gear, hear—
(What are they going to do to me?)
He'd been stupid. He wasn't going to pretend otherwise. The city council had been invited on a tour of the prison, something about securing funding, or acquiring votes for a new bill. Wade had told Lex about it beforehand as he hosed him down, forced a comb through his hair, a toothbrush into his mouth.
"Even the mayor will be there. Be good, or else."
They'd unchained him from the wall and had him stand in the doorway, flanked by two guards. The warden had thought he was helpless. Half-starved and wearing power dampeners and missing his fucking arms. His mistake.
When one of the council members had reached out to touch him, like a child on a double dare, Lex had fought past the dampeners, focusing until he thought his very blood would boil, and set her expensive silk blazer on fire.
And now he was about to find out exactly what 'or else' meant.
The cell door opened before long, guard after guard pouring into the small space. Lex knew what was coming; he curled into a ball and ignored them, waiting for the blows to start flying. And when they inevitably did, he tried to find a poem, or even a rhyme to cling to, make it all more bearable, but every boot in the gut only served to scatter his thoughts, and in the end, he was resolved to simply waiting for it to end.
The beating was the worst one he'd taken since coming here, leaving his body shuddering, blood oozing from his lips, breath coming in short wheezes—he'd felt several ribs crack during the assault.
The voices above him were fuzzy. He didn't care. He didn't need to know what the guards were going on about—
"But is it enough?"
That pulled his attention, shoving him into a cold-blooded clarity, words sharp enough to cut into his skull.
"What do you mean, 'is it enough'? Look at him."
"They get beaten all the fucking time. Lopez said—"
"What do you suggest? We're not supposed to do permanent damage."
"That's what the healer's for."
The conversation was quickly turning to argument, and the words were bleeding together. He could only catch scraps.
"...strung up." (Shut up)
"Nothing to tie on…" (Bygone)
"...in the break room." (Doom, plume)
An arm curled around his torso, pressure on newly-cracked ribs, and he bit back a whimper as more hands latched onto him and lifted his body. His instincts screamed at him to fight back, but it hurt to move. He could only hang there limply as they carried him out of the cell and down the hall. Going where? Why? (Cry, pie, lie, die.)
Movement stopped, a switch was flicked on, and Lex squinted as bright light flooded his vision. He could hear garbled words from a TV, music coming faintly from a radio, the slight squeak of boots on the floor.
Break room.
"Stand him up!" one of the guards called. Lex blinked away the spots in his vision, letting his eyes adjust to the fluorescent lights. As he did, he saw that the guard's number had dwindled down to three.
"I don't know if he can—"
"Well he'll remember to really fucking fast."
Hands held him up on either side, and something was looped around his throat, pulled tight against flesh and knotted. (Spotted, clotted, dotted, no no no—)
He was vaguely aware of the other end of the thing around his neck being tossed high, over a metal ceiling beam, and caught, yanked.
Lex's body jerked as it cinched on his throat, and he choked, trying to take in air, finding he couldn't unless he stood perfectly straight, and even then it was only barely. All his body wanted to do was curl in on itself, and his ribs throbbed as he tried to hold position, closing his eyes against the harsh lights.
"Fucking hell man, this is gonna kill him."
"He passes out, you let him down. Hand me the whip."
"You sure we're allowed to touch it? Rentals—"
"Rentals won't give a shit as long as we return it clean."
A whistling sound pierced the air, followed by a sharp slap across his back. Lex arched forward reflexively, cutting off his own air with the movement.
"Dude. That was weak as shit, let me try."
Lex braced himself, but it wasn't enough. The whip cracked as it hit the air this time, striking him on the shoulders. Another was right on its heels, lighting a line of fire that ran parallel to his spine.
With every blow, it was getting harder to hold himself up, to keep breathing. It was only the fear that kept him awake, that animal terror that struck him when he couldn't reach the air.
A strike cut across several marks at once, and Lex cried out, his knees buckling.
"Maybe we should stop—"
"He's fine."
He managed to get to his feet, gasping, tears streaming down his cheeks. Wasn't it enough? How could this not be enough?
The next lash pulled a scream from him, cut off rapidly as he stumbled and the rope closed his throat. He didn't even have the energy to hold back a strangled sob. How could this not be fucking enough?
Another strike, and he lost his footing, the pressure on his windpipe crushing, legs shaking and useless and failing.
"For God's sake."
The rope suddenly went slack, and he crumpled, gasping, unable to choke down the whimpers that came crawling up his throat.
"Jeez, David. Buzzkill much?"
"I'm not losing my fucking job for your entertainment."
The linoleum floor was cool on his face, and Lex clung to the feeling, trying to focus on anything other than how much it all hurt.
"He literally tried to kill Senator Collins. He should count himself lucky right now."
"Lucky? He's practically dying at your feet."
"Yeah, we're supposed to ensure this never happens again. Gotta make sure he never forgets." Lex heard fabric shuffling above him, the faint click of metal on metal.
"Fucking hell, dude,"
"No one's making you stay and watch."
"He's already had the shit beat outta him."
Another sob escaped Lex. They were done now, right? Fuck, he'd hoped they were done, they had to be done—
"But is it enough?"
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@whumpacabra @enteredin2eternity @kixngiggles @whumpsday @kiichu @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @shywhumpauthor @distinctlywhumpthing
#angstpril 2023#fic#day 19#breaking down#sorry lex#wildefire#assassin whumpee#prison whump#beating#tw strangulation#stress position#whipping tw#tw implied noncon#whump
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Hmmm, how about 29 - Control with Zane?
It's been a good long while since I read Ninjago angst, and I wanna see my favorite blorbo traumatized again :>
Zane + Control & Kai + Begging
Two for one trauma special >:}
Zane was tossed back into the cage with a clang. Immediately, Kai knelt at his side.
"You okay, buddy? Oh man what did that jerk do to you?!"
Clearly, Kai had seen the metal chunks torn from his arms and legs, the sparking wires, the gouges and scratches.
But he didn't have enough mechanical knowledge to understand what exactly had been done to him.
"I'm sorry," Zane whispered.
"For what?"
The Mechanic's grating laugh echoed through the room. He brandished a tacky remote. "For this, I assume."
Zane shot upright and punched Kai's jaw.
Kai stumbled back, hand flying to his face. "Zane!?"
Cackling, the Mechanic pressed a rapid combo of buttons. Zane launched himself at Kai.
Kai and Zane had sparred many, many times. But this was different. Zane's limbs were forced forward with none of Zane's usual finesse or control. And he did not hold back.
Kai dodged as best he could in the small cage, but the movements were erratic and unpredictable.
His eyes fixed on the Mechanic, operating the controller as leisurely as playing a video game.
"Face me yourself, coward!" Kai spat. "Leave Zane out of--"
A strong metal foot connected with his knee. Kai crumpled.
A barrage of blows bore down before he had time to blink.
Kai bit his tongue, determined not to make a sound; if Zane knew just how much it hurt... he would never forgive himself.
"It's not your fault, Zane," he whispered, curling up to protect his head and face. "It's not your fault. It's okay. It's okay..."
Cold metal hands grasped his neck and thrust him up into the air.
Kai clutched at his throat, staring down into Zane's terrified face. Pain infused his glowing eyes. His jaw appeared to be locked shut but Kai understood just how desperately he was trying to resist.
Kai's gaze traveled to the Mechanic again.
"Let him go," he choked. His vision blurred. "Please... don't make Zane do this..."
The Mechanic's laughter echoed through a long long long tunnel.
"Hurt me," Kai rasped. "Take me... just leave Zane out of this... please."
"K-Kai--" Zane managed, his voice glitching.
Black spots bloomed through Kai's vision. His windpipe was all but crushed, yet he was determined to leave one last message.
"It's... okay... Zane..."
The hand let go. Kai crashed to the floor, gasping, clutching his throat.
Something beeped. Zane fell to his knees. He flexed his fingers, ensuring that they were his own again.
Before he could begin to mend all the damage he had done to Kai, begin to apologize, begin to beg forgiveness, the door was wrenched open.
"A deal's a deal," the Mechanic grinned. "Take him away, boys." Kai's weak form was slung over a goon's shoulder. His mad grin found Zane again. "Such a violent fellow. You could use some time to cool off."
His insane cackles echoed through Zane's mind long after he and Kai had gone.
Zane glanced down at his hands.
They were covered in Kai's blood.
No one heard Zane's anguished scream.
#this might be the last one#i simply couldn't envision Kai begging for himself.l#it fit much better for him to beg for Zane's wellbeing#don't worry they'll both be fine#eventually#ninjago#my writing#ninjago fic#cookie crumbs#ask game#angst#tw strangulation#tw implied blood
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Febuwhump Day 1: Helpless
Fandom: Prospect (2018)
Relationship: Cee and Ezra
WC: 447
Summary: Cee and Ezra fight for their lives on a spaceship.
#febuwhump#febuwhump2024#febuwhumpday1#tw: gun violence#tw: knife violence#cw: major character death (implied)#tw: choking/strangulation
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[Image ID: It's Archer, seemingly unconsious, laying on the floor with its face in their hands. Blood is dripping from between her fingers. The bandages from the Celadon City incident are particially torn off. There are strangulation marks on their neck. Dread is nudging his unconsious body, seemingly on the verge of tears.]
It was always such a shame when I had to punish Archer... Of course, I will patch him up soon. Refused to listen to an order, which is odd for him. Perhaps you could all learn from this mistake too.
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HHH I
ANOTHER AU
*spits this out and runs*
PLA BUT MAKE IT KABANERI OF THE IRON FORTRESS
I saw my friend blaidd doing an obscure anime crossover and i decided i wanted in. I thought for a sec. And i realized there is this awesome underrated anime with trains in it that i absolutely adore, so.
Feel free to ask me any questions about the source material and how I'm incorporating it into the crossover! I am fully prepared for no one to know what the heck I'm talking about :P
Few basic facts about KotIF under the cut:
Steampunk tech. Trains and guns are things, but there isn't much else.
The world is overrun by zombies called Kabane. They are capable of handling rudimentary tools. You can kill them if you remove their heads or pierce their hearts, but they have iron casing around their hearts called a "heart cage" that makes it hard to kill them from a far range.
It is possible to keep your mind and become a Kabaneri if blood flow to the head is cut off during the transformation. If you manage to survive the hypoxia and the stress of the transformation, congrats, you now are harder to kill and need to drink blood to survive. :>
#pokemon legends arceus#pla#akari#dawn#kabaneri of the iron fortress#kabaneri au#tw#strangulation#its implied in this post but it is also a thing that happens in this au at least twice so.#fair warning#rae art
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Kiyoshi: Good morning, sleepyhead.
Alfie: Mmm... Five more minutes, please.
K: (chuckles and kisses Alfie) What about no?
A: (sighs happily) I guess I can see your point. No more sleep.
K: Sleep well?
A: Uh uh. Except for the human-shaped radiator who got me nearly overheating in the middle of the night. Had some good dream too.
K: Oh yeah? Was I in it?
A: Of course. Remember when you first came to my house to live? What we did?
K: Pillow fight?
A: Nah, after. In the corridor, of all places.
K: Oh. Those promise rings were so bad quality, I really need to find replacements. Nickel-less, this time.
A: In my dream, you did. With the real thing.
K: You dreamt of us... getting married?
A: Yes. No. Getting engaged. But, yeah.
K: I promise you, we'll do that some time.
A: Yeah?
K: Yes. You and me? It's forever. God, I love you so much.
A: Love you too.
#ts4#the sims 4#story: all that we are and will never be#oc: alfie dubois#sim: kiyoshi ito#sims spice#nsft#kinda#just an interlude because i realized i never show them other than fighting#except at the start of their relationship in my defunct legacy#so they needed to be shown as an actual couple#but if you look closely enough you'll see it's not as lovey-dovey as it seems#alfie's got a few bruises among which a black eye and strangulation's marks#and he definitively didn't get those having while sex#so i guess that i need to put a:#tw: domestic violence#(implied by the bruises on alfie)#render
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Finally! Anyway some Ethan backstory/Angst for you
The guy in the blue suit is Theriapst by @tomster1274
And at the end Xandy and Ethan are having a older brother and Little brother or a father and son moment and isn't NOT a ship
#my video#my art#my oc#oc lore drop#oc lore#oc: ethan#oc: Logan#oc: Xandy#not my oc#The Theriapst#oc angst#blood tw#strangulation tw#shaking movements tw#implied death tw#implied murder tw#Youtube
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heed the tws
putting it under the cut
I just woke up feeling like I was being strangled
Opened my eyes and someone was there, blinked and they were gone
I knew it was a hallucination though, because I couldn't feel the sensation of hands, only the pain
...Plus, it didn't feel the same as when Mischief did it... So I knew it was fake.
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Nature vs Nature; A Devil's Creation (Nikolai)
Born the first twin on a cold December morning, Nikolai was his family's oldest son. With it came the responsibilities that traditionally weighed heavily on the oldest child of three, but with the added burden of being tasked as his twin sister's keeper. Throughout their childhood Nikolai was often her ears, her hands, and her voice, all the while focusing on his own development in study to take up the expected mantle as the inheritor of their family's small nautical empire. The pressure was often too much for Nikolai, causing his studies and social skills to suffer as he became disillusioned with his position from a young age. When he was only fifteen his parents died tragically. A great, firey conspiracy on the culprits surrounding their deaths, and their three children were cast into the care of their uncle.
The entire event did nothing to help Nikolai's disposition as he grew closer to Gemina and strayed farther from the path intended for him, pushed even further by their uncle's fire-and-brimstone evangelizing. He took to liquor and gambling quickly, often sneaking away and spending his evenings at bunkhouses surrounded by unsavory company. His discontent was shared by his siblings, but they lacked the power to do anything as the company their father had left to him had been all but stolen away by their uncle. Finally, a secret pact was made between Gemina and Nikolai, and he managed to steal enough money away without notice to pay for her voyage overseas to start life anew.
For three years Gemina did not send word of her landing and Nikolai feared the worst. He swore to himself that he'd sent her to an early grave. His drinking fell out of control, he spurred every woman his Uncle tried to force a marriage with and spent every penny he toiled to receive on endless gambling. Most dangerous of all was his temper, poisonous and deadly, he began picking fights with anyone who would step to him. It reached its crescendo when his uncle was found dead one morning in his office by the docks. Finger-shaped bruises encircled his throat, but it was the singular musket ball buried in his chest that had killed him. While Nikolai was never arrested for his murder, it was well understood that the destructive young man had finally snapped. He opted not to take over the business but instead placed his younger brother Marcus in charge while he simply took a small check to continue paying for his vices.
A few months later Nikolai would go missing just as his sister had. Some claimed that he was seen walking the street with a strange couple, but most assumed he'd either finally picked a fight with the wrong person or slipped from the docks during one of his binges. A new headstone was added to the family plot. Four stones side by side, but only two contained bodies.
#;Niki History#/i have so many feelings for the baby boy right now#NOT PROOF READ#we dont proof read in this house#tw alcoholism#tw strangulation#tw implied suicide
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I need to stop completely forgetting abt my "c!Dream steals c!Tommy's bandanna in the prison" hc so here's a post abt it to maybe help me remember it lol
When Tommy notices it's gone after he's revived he just assumes that Dream burnt it. Or at least, that's what he tells Tubbo when he asks about it, trying not to think about the alternative. And Tommy absolutely hates the way the bruises around his neck are fully exposed and the looks of pity he gets because of it. And the way that the bruises combined with the scar from his first death almost resemble a fucked up collar, a reminder that he can't escape-
So Tubbo offers him a new bandanna, but he quickly finds out that the feeling of anything around his neck makes him feel like he's trapped and struggling to breathe and terrified all over again. But it's fine, the bruises will fade eventually and it won't be so bad. And they do, but never completely.
However, when Dream breaks out of prison and Tommy finally sees him again in Logstedshire, he notices something- a familiar shade of green around Dream's neck, with dark splatters of blood visible on it. He recognizes it immediately, and while he is horrified by the sight, he can't quite say he's surprised by it :)
#c!prime thoughts#dsmp#tw implied murder#tw strangulation#tw obsessive behavior#tw possessive behavior
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Hidden Figures V
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Warnings: pet whump (implied), bruises, choking, strangling, physical violence, hurt/comfort, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, caretaker and whumpee
Caretaker hurried over to the bed to try and wake Whumpee. “Whumpee! Please open your eyes.”
Whumpee groaned as Caretaker’s fingers delicately cupped their cheek. Caretaker breathed a sigh of relief. Whumpee didn’t open their eyes, but Caretaker knew they were alive. And awake. Mostly.
Before Caretaker could gather Whumpee in their arms to make the run to the emergency room, the front door swung open again. “Whumpee! Where the fuck are you?” A voice that Caretaker didn’t know called.
Caretaker froze. Whumpee didn’t tell Caretaker they had a partner. Didn’t say anything. Did this partner do this? Whumpee’s face contorted in pain. Caretaker hovered over Whumpee unsure of what to do.
“Whumpee!” The voice shouted. “I expect you waiting at the door when I get home.”
Whumpee’s eyes flew open, wide with terror and fear. “Please,” they whispered as they tried to stand.
Caretaker put a hand to Whumpee’s shoulder and kept them to the bed. “No. Don’t go. Let me handle this.”
Caretaker stood up, stood over Whumpee, as Whumper came into the room. “What are you doing here?” Whumper spat as they eyed Caretaker up and down.
“I could ask you the same thing,” Caretaker replied, anger leaking into their words.
“I live here.”
“Whumpee lives here.”
“Because I let them. Isn’t that right, Whumpee?”
Whumpee had been watching Caretaker and Whumper talk. Watching, but not saying anything. They shrunk back into the bed when Whumper addressed them. They closed their eyes against the tears. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” Whumper growled.
Whumpee sobbed in response. Caretaker tensed beside them. They did not like this person. Not at all. And they suspected that they were the source of Whumpee’s bruises. And the necklace.
“I said, yes, what?” Whumper said as they took a step forward. Whumpee sobbed harder and Whumper leapt onto the bed, grabbing Whumpee by the collar with a shout.
“HEY!” Caretaker roared as they jumped onto Whumper, wrapping arms around them and pulling. “LET WHUMPEE GO!”
Whumpee’s face was bright red as their air was cut off. They made a sputtering choking sound, but Whumper didn’t release them. Didn’t release them as Caretaker slapped at Whumper’s face. Didn’t release them as Whumpee’s choking sounds died down and they began to grow limp.
As Caretaker saw Whumpee go still once more, they knew they had to act. They grabbed the lamp from the nightstand and brought it down over Whumper’s head. Whumper dropped and released Whumpee. Whumpee took a shuddering gasp of breath, their eyes flying open once more.
Without missing a beat, Caretaker shoved Whumper off Whumpee and scooped Whumpee into their arms. “We’re getting you out of here. And I’m calling the police.”
As Caretaker carried Whumpee to the car, Whumpee found themself relaxing in Caretaker’s arms. They were safe. Caretaker would keep them safe. Caretaker would protect them. Always.
Tags: @husbandoenjoyer @ha-ha-one @whumpitywhumpwhump
#serickswrites#whump#whumpblr#whump writing#whump community#tw pet whump (implied)#tw bruises#tw choking#tw strangulation#tw physical violence#hurt/comfort#hurt/aftermath#hurt/recovery#caretaker and whumpee#queue
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Well, completely ignoring the absolutely terrifying fact that you said you haven’t kidnapped anybody YET. How have you been testing? Does the book work on animals as well? Does anything change when whatever the creature is comes back? Sorry for all the questions but just very curious about how it all works!
🔥 anon
Well, if you're just wondering how it works then I can definitely answer some of your questions about that :) It doesn't work on animals, as far as I can tell. It does seem to cause changes in people who are revived though. I'm sure you've noticed the white streak in Tommy's hair :) I'm not sure why exactly that happens, but every subsequent revival adds a little bit more white each time as well :) It also completely heals the wound that killed you along with any other serious injuries, but more minor things like small cuts, scratches, and bruises stay behind :) As far as I can tell, it works the same way a respawn does after you lose your first or second life except your body doesn't disappear :)
Oh, and an interesting little thing- if the bruises are part of the injury that killed you, like say, if you were strangled to death, for example... Well, those bruises never quite heal fully. They linger, kind of like a regular death scar. I noticed it on Tommy right after I got out of prison, if you look closely you can still see faint bruising around his neck from his third death :) I imagine it probably works that way with a normal respawn too but I haven't been able to test that yet :)
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Resonance
Word Count: 1274
TW: Incestuous undertones, strangulation, and major character death
This is my first attempt at writing horror so I apologize if it's not particularly scary!
God, I've loved this series since I was in middle school. While the second game isn't my favorite among the original trilogy (that goes to 3), it's definitely the most memorable due to the setting, the villain, and its ending. I know this fic is going out to an inactive fandom but sometimes you want to write something just for the heck of it!
One last thing! This work was beta'd by my good friend rosemaryblues! They don't really know much of FF outside of the little I've told them about it so they were kinda befuddled with a lot of what happens here but they still tried their best to beta this so thank you!
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Mayu woke with a start. How much time had passed between now and when she had dozed off? The soft breeze flowing in from outside and the rhythmic clacking of pinwheels tempted her to lull back off.
She was so, so tired. Her trips all around the village had rendered her legs sore as her mind struggled to stay focused on the task at hand. She was basically running on fumes.
Her head flared in pain. The migraines had started appearing after she had seen that mysterious woman wearing a blood-stained kimono. Nothing she did was able to soothe the aching. They were eating away at her, eroding her sanity little by little. She needed to get out of the village as soon as possible; lest she’d lose herself completely.
Memories floated up to the surface. Some were happy; ones of her playing with her sister and of the festivals they went to together. Others carried with them feelings of regret and sadness – The accident that left her with a permanent limp, her and her twin fleeing from the villagers, discovering the body of her friend hanging in the storehouse.
Wait, that wasn’t right. She hadn't been chased, she didn’t know who that boy was in the jail. Or did she? Which of these memories were hers and what were hers? What was happening to her?
There was a shuffling beside her. Her heart stirred in her chest as her eyes landed upon the form of her beloved Mio. Mio was working on something, something that was said to help them escape from the village if they could figure out the puzzle's solution as well.
Mayu was just happy to have her back. The time they had spent apart from one another hurt her more than the migraines. It seemed her brain could only settle when Mio was around. She neither needed nor wanted anything else.
A sound, like a mechanism opening, could be heard in the distance. Mio stepped back and turned towards her with a tired smile on her face. Mayu quickly closed her eyes once more. A hand grasped onto her shoulder and gently shook her. Mio called her name in soft whispers. She wished to hear her utter it more when they returned home together.
They were almost there. All they needed to do now was through to the secret passage and never look back. A part of her was happy to see how close they were to freedom yet another felt hesitant in following through on this plan. Something was telling her to stay in the village and complete the ritual. They couldn’t, it wasn’t their job to succeed where the villagers had failed. Her voice begged her, pleaded with her to finish the ritual. It was only through taking Mio’s hand she managed to force the beckoning voice out of her mind for the time being.
Their hands stayed entwined as they made their way to the shrine. Her head was pounding but she soldiered on, keeping herself sane by thinking of her sister. Dear, sweet Mio had done so much to protect her and always came to her beck and call whenever she needed her. The thought of drifting away from one another was an ache she couldn't describe. They’d been together for so long that a world, a life without Mio by her side terrified her more than death itself. Were these feelings truly hers or were they hers? Why wasn’t she able to tell anymore?
It was at the shrine they were ambushed. The villagers were able to separate them and trap her within their little circle, cutting her off from Mio. They led her to the place she was meant to be at, the place that would soon become her tomb. If she was fated to die, then she had only one wish.
She wanted Mio to stay away, leave her behind. She wanted her to kill her, let Mayu become one with her. Which was it? The result would remain the same, the only difference was if she’d die alone or die with her sister. No matter what happened, she’d forgive Mio for her choice.
She felt herself fading. The last vestiges of her consciousness was spent calling out for her sister.
A scream bounced off the walls as Mayu collapsed. Thankfully, her sister was there to save her from falling to the ground by catching her in her arms. It almost felt like an embrace. Mayu smiled through the exhaustion seeping into her bones, happy to have her beloved Mio back by her side. She was content in knowing her face would be the last thing she’d see before her death at her hands. All she wanted now was to become one with Mio.
She lied back, guiding Mio’s hands up to her neck. This was her destiny, her fate, the end of her story. They may not be able to spend forever together but performing the ritual would allow them to be one. She’d rather live on as a butterfly than go through life separated from her sister. She waited in anticipation for Mio to choke the breath out of her, squeeze until her heart stopped beating in her chest. Oh, how she wished she could convey the joy it’d bring her.
Then Mio backed away. There were whispers of how she couldn’t do it, how she didn’t want to hurt her, and that killing her would be wrong. Mayu knew this, of course. She admitted as much; Mio wouldn’t dare cause her pain, no matter how much she begged and pleaded for it. Something within her gave way. Tears began rolling down her cheeks as crazed laughter spilled from her lips.
If they weren’t able to become one, then she didn’t mind staying in hell. Mayu would be okay living in the dark so long as Mio was there with her through it all. That would be better than Mio moving on without her. Mio was her whole world and she’ll be damned if she let anything get between them.
Mayu crouched down in front of Mio. She cupped her face, watching her eyes widen in fear as the realization of what was happening dawned on her. There was no need to be scared, not when they would be together forever. Mayu’s hands slid down to her neck, her slender fingers wrapping themselves around her throat. Then she began to squeeze, firmly, thumbs stroking as if to comfort her.
A voice in the back of her head was telling her to stop. It sounded oddly familiar but she couldn’t figure out why. Anguish flashed across Mio’s face and Mayu’s heart broke a little at the sight. If only she could assure her that the pain would last but a moment before fading, that it would all be over soon…
As her chest heaved one final time, a whispered “I love you” was spoken into the wind.
They were in the Great Hall. Mayu sat among the cut-up corpses with Mio laying across her lap, moonlight showering down on them from above. Her fingers carded through dark tresses lovingly, reverently. Was it possible for Mio to feel her tender strokes and caresses? It’d be a shame if she couldn’t.
A crimson butterfly fluttered into the room, settling onto Mio’s shoulder. Mayu paid it no mind as she continued brushing sister's hair.
The ritual hadn’t gone through so the chances were low yet not impossible. Mayu was almost inclined to believe this to be better than being one with Mio.
They were in hell but they were, at least, together at last.
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