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simply-whump · 2 years

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Whump Lists & Gifs

Here are all the Whump Lists and Gifs I made. Don't hesitate to recommend me whumpy asian dramas ! I also take requests for lists and gifs (ask or DM).

GIFS LIBRARY >>> [ LINK ]

LISTS LIBRARY :

GENRES : Historical 👘 / Republican Era 🎩 / Modern 👔 / Military 🎖 / Investigation🚨 / Youth 🎓 / Sport ⚽️ / Action 💥 / Family 🏠 / Medical 🩺 / Rescue 🧯/ Supernatural ✨

My Favorites are in Bold - [ Total Lists made : 90 ]

Chinese Dramas :

A Date With the Future 🧯

A League of Nobleman 👘/🚨

Ashes of Love 👘 /✨

Bright Eyes in the Dark 🧯

Dear Parents 🏠/🎓

Eternal Brotherhood 👘 /💥

Falling into you ⚽️ /🎓

Fireworks of My Heart 🧯/🩺

Forever Love 👔/💥

Glory of Special Forces 🎖/💥

Hard to Find 👘/💥

Hidden Love 🎓/👔

I Cannot Hug You 👔

In Blossom 👘

Legend of Shen li 👘/✨

Light Chaser Rescue 🧯

Lighter & Princess 👔

Live Surgery Room 🩺

Love Between Fairy and Devil 👘/✨

Love Like the Galaxy 👘/💥

Love Me, Love My Voice 👔

Love You Seven Times 👘/✨

Maiden Holmes 👘/🚨

Maid's Revenge 🎩

My Calorie Boy 🎓

My Journey to You 👘/💥

My Lethal Man 👔

My Roommate is a Detective 🎩/🚨

Mysterious Lotus Casebook 👘/🚨

Mystery of the Abyss [Movie] 💥/✨

New Life Begins 👘

No Boundary Season 1 - S2 👘/✨

Road Home 👔/🧯

Romance of a Twin Flower 👘/💥

Royal Rumours 👘

Stand by Me 🎩

The Blood of Youth 👘/💥

The Eternal Love Season 1 - S2 - S3 👘/✨

The Girl Who Sees Smells 👔

The Love You Give Me 👔

The Rebel Princess 👘

The Silent Criminal 👘/💥

The Starry Love 👘/✨

The Yin-Yang Master [Movie] 💥/✨

Thousand Years for You 🎩 /✨

Unchained Love 👘/💥

Well-Intended Love 👔

Who Rules The World 👘/💥

Wonderland of Love 👘/💥

Wulin Heroes 👘

Korean Dramas :

Bad Thief, Good Thief 🚨/🏠

Cheer Up 🎓

Delivery Man 🚨/✨

Destined with You 👔/✨

Dr. Romantic Season 2 - S3 🩺

Exhuma [Movie] ✨

Gyeongseong Creature 💥/✨

King the Land 👔

Love Tractor 👔

Missing : The Other Side Season 1 - S2 🚨/✨

Moving 💥/✨

My Country: The New Age 👘/💥

My Lovely Boxer ⚽️

My Lovely Liar 👔/✨

Our Blooming Youth 👘

Perfect Marriage Revenge 👔/✨

Secret Reunion [Movie] 🚨/💥

See You in My 19th Life 👔/✨

Sh**ting Stars 👔

Tale of the Nine-Tailed 1938 🎩 /✨

The First Responders 🚨/🧯

The Forbidden Marriage 👘

The Heavenly Idol 👔/✨

The Secret Romantic Guesthouse 👘/💥

The Story of Park's Marriage Contract 👔/✨

The Uncanny Counter 2 💥/✨

Twinkling Watermelon 🎓/✨

Weak Hero Class 1 🎓/💥

Japanese Dramas :

High & Low Series 💥

Kei×Yaku: Abunai Aibou 🚨

Miman Keisatsu: Midnight Runner 🚨/💥

Thai Dramas :

Chains of Heart 💥

Naughty Babe 👔

Pit Babe ✨

The Sign 💥/✨

Btw, I also have a youtube channel where I do some asian dramas montages. It is not whump related but if you want to check it out it's here >> LINK

#whump #whump list #whump master list #asian whump #cdrama #kdrama #jdrama #masterpost

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habquchdu · 17 days

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in laughter (in strife)

My fic for the 2024 Obi-Wan Whump Mini Bang!

See @obiwanwhumpminibang for more wonderfully whumpy fics and awesome art!

Summary:

With a new illness cropping up across the galaxy, Obi-Wan Kenobi's caring nature inevitably puts him at risk. He leads the charge among the Jedi to find ways to live with a condition whose very existence threatens his life and those of his friends. Time passes -- he grows up, gets Knighted, sees another war worse than the one that made him sick -- but all the while, if he runs out of his meds and gets a cold, he could die. Sometimes, it's easier to stick with the mantra he'd helped create when the virus first showed up: give in to love or live in fear.

Art by @hellotemporaryuniverse!

#owmb2024

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mostthingskenobi · 11 months

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CASSIAN’S RECKONING - Chapter 3: The Cold

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Cassian struggles to wrap his head around his dire situation. Jyn begins to suspect something terrible has happened.

So grateful for all the feedback I've gotten so far!! Thank you to everyone who has left me a comment or sent me a DM.

This is a whumpy fic. Please heed the warnings posted on AO3 for your own well being.

READ THE FIC ON AO3

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CHAPTER 3: THE COLD

He had been taught methods for surviving harsh interrogation. He was currently subjected to deprivation and exposure, designed to weaken him emotionally and make him so desperate he would confess anything in exchange for a reprieve.

The Empire would need a lot more than cold and dark to break Cassian Andor.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t deny that he was miserable. He had never been so frozen in all his life. The metal floor under his bare feet was so frigid it almost burned his skin—ever since Narkina 5 he hated going barefoot. And being strapped to a chair created pain in unexpected places like his neck, shoulders, and lower ribs. Cassian tried not to fidget. This is just the beginning, he told himself. He needed to conserve as much energy as possible.

When the lights first went out, his mind began racing. He couldn’t pinpoint a cogent thought structure; his brain felt like a traffic jam, full of chaos and emotion. Nothing useful nor harmful rose to the surface. But finally, after getting his breath under control, he managed to get his thoughts under control as well. There wasn’t really any need to further evaluate the situation. He was well and truly sunk unless someone came to his rescue—which would be insane. No one would risk it.

Jyn would risk it.

But he didn’t want her to.

In truth, he wasn’t even certain he was still on Tarkin’s star destroyer. He could literally be anywhere in the galaxy.

He twisted his wrists against his restraints, testing their strength, accidentally forcing the binds to bite into his flesh.

Cassian suddenly missed K.

He wasn’t sure why the droid popped into his head, but thinking of his friend made his heart feel heavy. He wished the door would swoosh open and K’s gangly body would lumber in. “At least the Empire gave you a shower,” he would have said, his voice clipped and sarcastic.

Thinking about the ‘shower’ made Cassian go very still as his awareness shifted. To his horror, he noticed something was happening to his wet hair.

It was growing thicker.

At least that’s what it felt like.

Fear stabbed through Cassian as he suddenly understood; it wasn’t getting thicker, it was freezing.

The room was slowly growing colder and colder. The water droplets trailing over his skin started to crystalize. His hands and feet ached. His nostrils stung with each breath.

They wouldn’t freeze him to death yet, would they? They hadn’t even asked him any questions.

Cassian tried to push down his dread. There’s nothing you can do to stop what’s happening. Don’t waste your energy.

Right now, he could control only his own thoughts, so he forced himself to think. He started by recapping everything he kept in his gear, making a mental list. But gradually his thoughts trailed away, moved into forbidden territory. He pictured Jyn’s fingers intertwined in his, and he instantly felt weak. He was surprised how fiercely and how quickly his heart yearned for her, for the friendship that had blossomed and carried them through one of the most frightening ordeals of their lives, for the comfort and familiarity he felt standing by her side or when she smiled at him from across a room. He was never flushed or excited around Jyn. Rather, he became centered and calm, which is how he knew his feelings for her were unique. She allowed him to be still, to be himself, to exist in his flaws.

But now there was little chance he would ever see her again.

Was there any possibility he could survive Tarkin? Should he force himself to withstand by clinging to the hope of being with Jyn? Or was it best to let her go, to accept that thoughts of rescue were delusional?

He was torn from these ruminations when the nozzle above suddenly turned on again and rained another spate of freezing water. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest, firstly because he had no warning in the dark that it was coming, and secondly because each water droplet felt like a needle pricking his skin. He was left sputtering from the unexpected pain, air ripping from his lungs in panicked gasps.

There was no relief.

He could not escape the suffering, the cold, the fear of loss.

The only thing that kept him from dipping into despair was pride. He could not give Tarkin the satisfaction of breaking him this quickly. So, he set his teeth and endured.

Shivering violently drained his energy. He fought to keep his eyes open, but eventually he drifted to sleep, dreaming that Jyn walked in circles, searching for him in a blizzard.

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In fact, Jyn was walking in circles. She and the rest of Rogue Crew spent many evenings in each other’s company, sometimes eating a meal, sometimes playing sabacc. But tonight, everyone watched as she nervously paced between their clustered sleeping racks.

“He’s long overdue,” she finally said angrily.

Everyone looked up at her but no one had the courage to speak.

“Something’s gone wrong.”

Bodhi raised his hand like a school boy, timidly clearing his throat. “Cassian has been out of contact before.”

“But this is different,” Chirrut interjected.

Jyn stopped in her tracks and turned to look at the monk she had grown to trust with her life. “What do you mean? Can you sense something?”

“He’s not a Jedi,” Baze stated matter-of-factly.

“No,” Chirrut nodded, “I’m not a Jedi but I can sense each and every one of you. We have been together long enough for me to see you all in the Force.”

Jyn sat down next to him, her tone growing desperate. “Tell me,” she asked without demanding.

“Cassian burns blue like the hottest flames. But he’s fading; he’s harder to see, harder to discover.”

Jyn forced herself to keep breathing even though Chirrut’s words choked her with terror. The thought of Cassian suffering was unbearable, but the image of him fading away and dissolving from existence made her blood run cold.

“We have to do something, then.” Bodhi leaned forward, ready to take action.

“What can we do?” Baze asked.

“How overdue are they?”

“Hours,” replied Jyn. “They’re well outside the envelope of their mission parameters.”

“Why hasn’t anyone else raised the alarm?”

“I assume it’s because they don’t have an extraction plan.” Jyn couldn’t keep the bitterness out of her tone. The Rebellion didn’t care how much Cassian had already sacrificed; to them he was expendable. “All they’ll do is sit by their wireless radios and hope one of his crew members checks in.”

“We don’t sit around,” Baze asserted.

Chirrut rapped his staff on the floor in celebration of his friend’s spirit.

“What should we do, little sister?” Malbus asked, trusting Jyn’s leadership.

“I want to talk to Mon Mothma. She’s the council member most likely to approve a rescue.”

“Then we go together,” Chirrut said. “The Force will lead the way.”

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END NOTES

NEXT CHAPTER IS CALLED “THE EXPENDABLE” - Tarkin tries to loosen Cassian's tongue. Jyn needs a powerful ally.

Thank you for reading!

Likes, comments, and reblogs are very welcome!

Much love!

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READ IT ON AO3 - Kudos and Comments Welcome :-)

READ CHAPTER 1 “The Razor”

READ CHAPTER 2 “The Scythe”

READ CHAPTER 3 “The Cold”

READ CHAPTER 4 “The Expendable”

READ CHAPTER 5 “The Truth”

READ CHAPTER 6 "The Detritus"

READ CHAPTER 7 “The Salt”

READ CHAPTER 8 “The Power”

READ CHAPTER 9 “The Betrayal”

READ CHAPTER 10 “The Ruse”

READ CHAPTER 11 "The Reprieve"

READ CHAPTER 12 “The Ghosts”

READ CHAPTER 13 “The Redemption”

READ CHAPTER 14 “The Spoils”

READ CHAPTER 15 “The Interrogation”

READ CHAPTER 16 "The Rogues"

READ CHAPTER 17 “The Absolution”

READ CHAPTER 18 "The Reach"

READ CHAPTER 19 "The Hologram"

READ CHAPTER 20 “The Divide”

READ CHAPTER 21 “The Cost”

READ CHAPTER 22 “The Fallout”

READ CHAPTER 23 “The Wounds”

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random-shit-2004 · 5 months

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Hey whumpers with video editing skills I have a question

Can anyone make a compilation video of every time remington steele got hurt. Concussion, broken limbs, beat up, impaled whatever yall deem whumpy

@whumpster-dumpster @whumphoarder @whumpygifs @whump-galaxy @whumpslist @99point9percentwhump

#remington steele #pierce brosnan #whump

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defensivelee · 5 months

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One Human and HOW MANY Robot Cocks?!

Welcome to another variation of the European Galaxy, where there is no such thing as true Asterothiriots, and robots are engaged in constant warfare with the heart-eaters, or even now and then with each other! Into this world enters John Churchill, the only human either of them have ever seen...making him all the more valuable to whoever has him.

Despite what the awful/genius title will have you believe (suggested to me by @incagnitoriverlol thank you darling), this is not a purely NSFW AU, though indeed its plot is simpler than the things I usually work on. Very whumpy, self-indulgent as always, though with some themes of objectification so...be warned.

Anyway boom here I have sketches

A party-themed Charles! I thought it fit his personality, he's kind of inspired by the Funtime animatronics from FNAF.

Designs for Anne and Maria Beatrice respectively, they're my sweethearts <3 Anne's hair was very satisfying to do and I'm just in love with Maria's expression....

And ofc, the whump that I came here to see! Malevolent AI + giant impossibly strong robot body gives to us model JAMES. He's fascinated by this determined little human, he's just so fun to play with!! Besides that, JAMES can also emit very high-frequency buzzes that mess with Churchill's head. JAMES likes to see him all dizzy and stupid <3

Now actually the REAL name of the AU is "Your Tears Divine" or just YTD if you don't have much time. The reason for it? JAMES is also fascinated by human tears, and he'll do anything to see them...

#yippee yahoo a new AU!!#im so proud of this one it's dumb fun fr #maybe ill tag them all later but for now. hungy #your tears divine #<- AU tag

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pigeonwhumps · 1 year

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Thanks for the tag @quietly-by-myself! These are probably mostly going to be soundtracks, given what my playlists consist of, but hey.

Rules: Make a new post and spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

P: Paintball (David Arnold)

I: I See Fire (Ed Sheeran)

G: Going Undercover (Segun Akinola)

E: Embers (James Newman)

O: Ode to Antichristmas (The Chattering Order of St. Beryl)

N: New Dreams to Spur the Minds of Men (David Buckley)

W: When It's Over (Anson Seabra)

H: Hologram (Murray Gold)

U: Unforgettable (Anson Seabra)

M: Moria (Howard Shore)

P: Plague in the Water (Rob Lane)

S: Somewhere in Ann Arbor (Anson Seabra)

12 people to tag. Right. Let's see if I can manage it...

@whumpshaped @wolfeyedwitch @emcscared-whumps @octopus-reactivated @flowersarefreetherapy @whumpyzombie @whither-wander-whump @squishablesunbeam @whumpyzombie @whumpy-galaxy @a-crumb-of-whump @whumphim

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aceofwhump · 1 year

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I have 3 things to say...

1) ever since I found your Tumblr blog (a year ago), i have ceased to feel alone in the field of Whump. Thank you.

2) Guardians of the Galaxy 3 was amazing, very heavy, but amazing. Do watch.

3) there is Peter Whump (emotional), there is Adam Whump (physical), and a whole bunch of Rocket Whump (physical/emotional) do try to gif when you get the chance, they are all good whump scenes!

Hi there! I'm so glad you found us! Welcome to the community! Where you'll never be alone in your love of whump <3

Oh nice!!!! I want to see Guardians 3 soooo bad. I've heard only good things about it and the trailer looked so whumpy! So glad to hear it actually pays out! Ahh that sounds soooo GOOD!! I wanna see it!!!

#mod replies

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tictac-murder-spaghetti · 11 months

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I'm actually going to post something else soon! My anxiety has been oddly annoying about posting here but screw that I'm getting over it! I'll have OC introductions and some whump stuff I've written before to post soon, and I watched Guardians of the Galaxy 3 over the weekend and it gave me a whumpy Strychnine idea so I'll be writing that too, yay!

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viva-la-whump · 6 months

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Whumptober - Day 1

Better late than never, right?! 🙃

I still have 8.5 more prompts to fill, but everything else is written....most of which is still in my notebook....and now I'm transcribing them directly onto tumblr...the day before the 31st...

This will be fine... *gulp*

Anyway, I'm doing something different this year - a 31 chapter story that is sort of acting as a rough draft for a larger story I have in mind, so consider this a fleshed out sort of storyboard that skips certain parts so I can go straight to the whumpy parts. And as such, some chapters are QUITE short (which definitely helped me write them faster 😉)

**Edit!! I hadn't realized before starting that putting multiple prompts into a single entry counts as fulfilling ALL prompts and not just one! So I don't actually have to do 31 separate chapters! Woohoo!! This just cut down what I had left to do by a LOT!!**

This is a Star Wars AU that is set directly after the 'Star Wars: Rebels' finale and melds together canon and Legends/EU material. I realize the target audience for this is probably pretty small among those who will see this, but it's 31 chapters of whump so even if you don't know the stories or characters, but I do a little bit of explaining, so hopefully you'll still enjoy their pain and suffering, haha!

So without further ado!

Chapter 1

Prompt No. 7 - “Can you hear me?”

“And remember, the Force will be with you. Always.”

The speeding clouds racing towards them turned into stars, which then turned into starlines, and then all went white.

Ezra started awake and found himself…nowhere. There was nothing. Just a blank white landscape devoid of any features or life. Except for him. Was he dead? He still felt alive. But who knew if he could survive being launched into hyperspace with broken windows. Perhaps he’d been killed instantly and this was the afterlife. But no, that didn’t feel right. This didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like a Force Vision and it didn’t feel quite like the World Between Worlds he’d visited at the Lothal Temple. So what was this place?

“Hello?!” he called out, starting to walk in one direction and looking around for anything, or anyone that could give him answers.

On and on he walked, nothing changing and no one answering his calls. Ezra wasn’t sure if he’d been walking for ten minutes or ten hours or even ten years. Time seemed to feel nonexistent in this nothing-place and–

Wait! What was that? There was a speck of…something over there in the distance, slowly growing more clear as if emerging from mist. Ezra ran forward, the speck remaining small no matter how far he ran. But after a while he could distinguish that it was a human female with dark hair, though it was hard to make out any other features clearly.

“Hey! Over here!”

He could sense the person turning their attention towards him but suddenly something stopped him from moving forward. Not like a wall, but like he’d been attached to a cord and he’d used up all the slack.

Then the mist shifted again and another figure appeared off to the left, even more indistinct than the first. And then between them came a group of three figures.

“Hello!” Ezra tried again. “Can anyone hear me? Can you tell me what’s happening? Where are we?” But there was still no reaction from any of them and he couldn’t move himself forward even an inch.

Then suddenly Ezra felt like he was being pulled both forwards and from within.

He was rushed forwards, the figures disappearing and the blank white surroundings stretching to reveal flashing images he couldn’t make sense of. Unfamiliar planets, blurry faces, and a barrage of feelings ranging from fear and pain to…hope? Yes, there was an overwhelming feeling of hope, but far beyond the simple hope of one person wanting to return home. This was something bigger, seeming to fill the whole galaxy.

As confused as Ezra was with this kaleidoscope of images he was gratified to know that he’d made the right choice. Wherever this path he’d chosen led him, no matter what happened to him, he knew everything would turn out okay.

As the images started to fade, Ezra felt himself fading with it, and soon he was lost in a peaceful oblivion.

#whumptober2023 #no.7 #“Can you hear me?”#Star Wars #fic #Day 1 #lost #trance #vision #scared #angst #confused #unconscious #...kinda....

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heckcareoxytwit · 1 year

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Things I post/reblog on my Tumblr Blog:

Those posts (non-reblogged) on my Tumblr blog include...

What I Post:

Snippets of Marvel comics (and sometimes indie comics that interest me) which contain interesting scenes,

Character Picspam (of either Marvel comics/cartoon or Digimon anime),

Character Icons that include Marvel comics/cartoons or Digimon anime and Marvel Comic Previews

Things I Reblog on my Tumblr Blog:

Marvel comics/cartoons stuff,

Digimon anime stuff,

Facts and trivial knowledge,

Mythical Creatures from any mythology,

Writing Tips/Reference,

Animal posts,

Whumpy stuff (as long as I find any informative posts),

Medical reference posts (depends),

Worldbuilding posts with prompts,

History posts,

Adulting Tips and Life Skills,

Information about Pet Care,

Some informative posts about interesting places from Travel Blogs, Movie/TV Shows (depends),

Any interesting stuff from Simpsons, South Park and some other cartoons or anime

Sometimes I reblog stuff about politics and other misc real-life things. Also Other forms of Informative posts.

Marvel Comics I usually read:

New Warriors

Young Avengers

X-Men and other X-Books (depending on the era or writer)

Avengers and other spin-offs (depending on the era or writer)

Guardians of the Galaxy (except Bendis version)

Champions (depends on who writes it)

Pet Avengers

Any other misc Marvel stuff that interests me

Digimon Anime I have watched:

Digimon Adventure

Digimon Adventure 02

Digimon Tamers

Digimon Frontier

Digimon Savers (a.k.a Digimon Data Squad)

(Sorry, I hadn't watched those newer Digimon anime and movies yet. I might watch them when I feel like to.)

(P.S. Please do not reblog this post)

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And do not interact with me if you are a spam-pornbot, a bigot or if you are into gross things like bestiality and underage porn. It's gross and wrong.

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my-soul-stays-silent · 2 years

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Hi I just found your blog and I saw you like six of crows, shadow and bone, and hermitcraft stuff! Would you like to chat sometime? I’m @whumpy-galaxy ^^

Oh, hi! Sure, I’d love to :D I’m still relatively new to Hermitcraft and only watched the S&B Netflix, not the S&B books, but sure :D

#asks

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pretty-writing-things · 2 years

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No Happy Endings

Some backstory first: This was written for a contest in a discord server called Wellsprings.

Wellsprings is a role play server, and the point is basically this place called Wellsprings, that kidnaps people with powers or ‘Gifted’ and trains them for a war. Now note that in the server a lot of training doesn’t happen (And when it does it’s traumatic) and the server is mostly chaos between all the gifted. I have an invite link, just ask.

I didn’t win but I am pretty proud of it! And it’s pretty Whumpy so it belongs here.

This oc is Arizona! I wanna write more with her. Basically she’s insane. Hallucinates, and has delusions, she is not well.

Featuring all my other OCs in the server at the end! You may recognize a few. ___________________________________________________________

TW’s :: Murder, Thoughts of self harm, suicide, blood, let me know if I’m missing any!

If Wellsprings Never was Years in the future. Wellsprings has about taken over everything with their technological and scientific achievements, not only detaining gifted, but creating their own superhumans from them to bend the world to their will. __________________________________________________

‘This place was an awful mistake.’ The man thought, as he reached out to gently take that strand of time. And then, he’d made up his mind, pulling the thread with all his might, any gentleness gone.

The dark blue thread began to dissolve, as did some attached to it. Some of those threads were lighter blues, shades of purples, and pinks. The colors of the galaxy, here, connecting every thought, place, action, idea.

And as the thread dissolved into little white stars, then nothingness, the man smiled.

The idea of the place had never been. All the atrocities they’d committed, undone. And he… well he was dissolving too. Perhaps he himself had been one of those atrocities. A person who had never meant to be. Another experiment created by that wicked, wicked place.

‘Good…’ He watched himself dissolved, surprised it held no pain. No feeling at all. The end was coming, and he was ever thankful for it. His last thoughts were, that perhaps the gifted from that place could live… happy lives.

Little did he know, nothing he’d done to fix the past made anything in the future any better, and Wellsprings was replaced instead by a group, a group sent to kill, a group much, much worse. At least Wellsprings had let most the gifted live.

And some people were never meant to be happy. ______________________________________________

An imaginary scream tore through her mind, startling her and making her jump. Not half a second later, a pain grew in her hand and she looked down. The knife she’d been using had cut into her palm, just enough for it to bleed.

Lily, her caretaker at the time and part of the staff at the mental institute, jumped forward taking the knife from her. “Arizona, goodness child, be careful with that thing!”

Ari was thankful for the knife being taken from her grasp, even though her mind urged her to do it again. “Sorry…” She murmured, though to Lily, or to her own thoughts apologizing for the fact she couldn’t, she wasn’t sure.

“Ahh, well you’ve helped plenty today I think. Let’s get that fixed up.”

Lily led Ari out of the kitchen, informing the cook that Ari was leaving and new help would arrive soon. Ari eyed the knife as they left, her mind telling her to make herself bleed some more, while simultaneously Ari wished her mind would shut up.

She was considered one of the more sane ones here, and was allowed to help in the kitchen and around the Institute with other mundane tasks. If they saw her as getting worse - which she wasn’t quite sure she wasn’t - she wouldn’t be able to help anymore. Her only wonderful distractions from her mind would be taken from her. Besides, she felt quite sure the boredom would swallow her up if she wasn’t busy.

If her mind didn’t shut up soon, she wouldn’t be allowed anywhere near the kitchen.

It would have been right about now, as they passed the front desk, that Ari would see a man wearing a strange uniform, and it would have been about fifteen minutes later when necessary paperwork would be completed and she’d be leaving this place for a different place: Wellsprings.

However, there was no one there, and Ari was led to the infirmary where her hand was bandaged without much fuss.

And when she made it back to her room, rather than being urged to pack the few items she had by a man she didn’t know, her mind was urging her to find something sharp. Ari lay down, pulling her blankets up over her head, curling up and closing her eyes. Focusing on anything other than the pain in her hand.

If she had been taken to Wellsprings that day, it would have distracted her mind from its self-destructive route completely, but today she only had other thoughts to distract herself with.

She ended up falling asleep like that, in the middle of the day, in her red many-layered dress, her hair still up in a bun on the top of her head. ____________________________________________________

Ari woke up in the middle of the night, having slept for nearly nine hours. She didn’t think she’d be going back to sleep anytime soon. She pulled the blanket from her head, sitting up. Her hands went to her hair, pulling out the pins and ribbons that kept it up, dropping them onto the nightstand. She fluffed out her hair, supposing she looked rather pretty at the moment. Shame it was the middle of the night, perhaps if she were only pretty enough someone would fall in love with her. Probably not. Likely that was her crazy talking. Ari frowned, staring at the mirror across the room. In the moonlight she could sorta see her reflection. An outline of her face. She couldn’t see much, but she knew what she looked like.

She could hope she had some color in her face today. Could hope her eyes were brilliant blue, taking in every detail in the world around her.

She was likely pale. Too pale, too skinny. On bad days she looked almost sickly, her eyes distant or focusing on nothing at all. She could already feel today was not gonna be a good one. Her first indication was her hands were shaking. She clenched them in her skirt.

‘If I break the mirror the pieces may be sharp.’

“Shut up.” Ari felt like screaming it. It would wake people up. Send the staff running. So she repeated it in whispers, “Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut-”

A floorboard creaked, attracting her attention. Looking towards the sound, she saw the shadow of a figure, standing by the wall in her room.

She stared for a second.

“Go away.” She said sourly. The hallucination didn’t disappear, it simply stood there. “I said, g-”

“No.”

Ari stopped. Must have been quite the hallucination if she was hearing it too. Or perhaps she was still sleeping. No, that didn’t make sense. The cut on her hand still hurt. Supposedly, you didn’t feel pain in dreams. However she wasn’t sure she believed that. “Fine. I’ll ignore you then.” She stuck out her tongue at the figure, and after a second's hesitation, she lay back down.

The figure laughed. “Go ahead.”

Ari wasn’t looking at it anymore, but her thoughts were consistent in their wishing for it to go away. It’s laugh freaked her out. It echoed through the room, again, and again, until she was sure it wasn’t just an echo, but her mind repeating it to further drive her insane. She heard the creak of the old floorboards as the figure came closer to her, but she simply shut her eyes, refusing to acknowledge the hallucination was there. Another laugh - a real one - and she jumped. Her eyes flew open, the shadow was right beside the bed, looking at her.

Except it looked less like a shadow, more like a human. And had a knife in his hand that attracted what little light was in the room, making it catch her eye. She eyed the knife, while absentmindedly listening to the man's thoughts.

That was her gift. Thoughts, and emotions, when her mind permitted her to control it. It only added to her supposed insanity. The man must have known this, as his thoughts were directed towards her.

‘I’ve been sent here to kill you, but from what I can tell I don’t have to do a thing.’ “Kill me? Sureee, you’re a figment of my imagination, you can’t-”

He silently tapped her good hand with the knife, and the metal was cold. Now her mind was often weird, but she’d never felt a hallucination like that before. Sometimes her mind convinced her she did but that, that had felt real.

‘Do you want it? You can have it if you’d like’

She shook her head a little, but her hand was already closing around the knife. She held it tightly, seemingly unaware she was holding the blade. Ari stared up at the not-hallucination, wondering if she should feel afraid of him. At least he didn’t have his weapon anymore.

‘My superiors probably won’t be pleased with me, but I’m rather curious to see what you do with that, Miss Harris. Perhaps you’ll find freedom from this place. Maybe you’ll see the world, or maybe you’ll just die. Or maybe you could kill your parents, though I don’t suppose you remember what they did to you. If my superiors are mad with me, I could always remind them you aren’t a threat to anyone, Miss Ari. And if you were, it wouldn’t be because of your gift. You’re worthless.”

Ari had already figured she was worthless.

A threat however…

Something in Ari’s mind snapped, and a slow smile formed on her lips. Not a threat. Part of her doubted that, and the other part fought but failed. A threat. Lethal even, perhaps. That part of her that won very much liked the sound of that.

Ari didn’t remember much after that, just that those words repeated themselves over and over in her head, and she hated that man for them.

Worthless. Not a threat.

When the institute staff came to bring her to breakfast the next morning, they found her sitting at the edge of her bed, a knife in her hand. The knife was covered in blood, both the handle and the blade. Her hand was injured. Her pretty red dress wasn’t red enough to hide the blood stains.

She had a little smile on her lips, and was staring at the floor, where a dead man lay. Stabbed to death, then stabbed some more.

Ari didn’t respond to any of their questions, didn’t even really acknowledge they were there. They tried to pry the knife from her hand, but she would not let it go. So they closed, and locked the door to her room, and waited for the authorities to arrive. She relented the knife to them, and they got rid of the body.

Still, no one knew why the man was there, or even how he’d gotten in, and Ari still hadn’t spoken. Had barely moved except for letting them bandage her hand.

‘My hands match now…’ She remembered thinking, and feeling quite pleased about it.

She only moved when she lay down to go to sleep, and only when she fell asleep did her little smile fade. _________________________________________

Ari was never quite right after that.

The Mental Institute gave her up to another one, one more equipped to handle a murderer, a possibly dangerious person.

A threat.

But something in Ari’s brain had snapped that night, she had killed a man.

And it scared her. She scared herself.

And after that, her mind seemed to shut down. She barely acknowledged anyone’s existatance, rarely looked at anyone. Her eyes never quite seemed to focus anymore anyway.

She spent her days in a sort of haze. She took scalding hot showers and didn’t seem to mind. Spent her days whenever possible in bed, underneath a pile of blankets. On a good day she might go outside, and sit in the sun. Be reminded she was alive, and the world was glorious.

Those good days never lasted long.

Sometimes she spoke, but it never did make much sense, or it was apologies, repeated over and over until the words were barely intelligible through her sobs, and she’d cry herself to sleep.

She was like this for a year or so, absolutely, and totally broken.

Until…

By some mistake, made by some idiot, or perhaps on purpose by whoever was out killing gifted people, Ari had access to another knife.

Panic filled her, breaking through the fog in her mind. It only took a moment to decide, and a second's hesitation when she picked it up. After that, there was no hesitation and she drove the blade through her chest.

Ari was dead before the sob escaped her lips.

She hated herself, hated this blank life she’d been living, hated the man she’d killed, hated that she had killed him, hated that a part of her wanted more death, hate, hate, hated.

A person with that much hate inside could only survive for so long. ____________________________________________ I did say at the beginning, that some people were never meant to be happy.

Fixing Wellsprings did something good for Georgia, the group now killing Gifted never found her, never realized she was indeed gifted. She was one of the few allowed to live, allowed to be happy.

No one else was quite as lucky.

Maine never told anyone she could turn invisible. It was too big a secret to get around, her only safe place from the people in her life. She was never able to escape Missouri, and eventually he manipulated her into marrying him. They had a daughter, a daughter Maine had never wanted, but once Maine held the child she realized she loved her. And she felt something for the first time in years.

Happy.

Missouri threatened to hurt the girl, and Maine killed him before he could follow through with it.

Missouri died, never knowing who killed him, as she had stabbed him from behind. He died before his mind even registered something was wrong.

Maine lived on, feeling little to no emotion, except towards her daughter.

So neither of them really lived ‘happily ever after’.

If Texas hadn’t been brought to Wellsprings that day, she’d have been there when her house burned down, and her parents died.

Maybe she would have died too.

Or maybe, she escaped the house on her own, suddenly thrown into a world she knew nothing about. She was naive, and the world so cruel. She’d likely have many trials before the killers found her. They did kill her, and she hadn’t even had the thought that she should fight them…

Penny fought. She fought them and won, but they never stopped coming for her. She grew tired too fast, she’d been learning all her life to help people, not kill them. The next time they came, she let them.

The only OC missing from all this, is Montana.

And quite frankly, I don’t know much about her, never mind her backstory of where she would have ended up if Wellsprings was replaced with a group of gifted murdering people. Nor do I think I care. I don’t even think she has a gift tbh _____________________________________________

Moral of the story: You can’t fix the past but you can make the future much much worse. Ari could lose it at any time :D And I am very tempted!!

If you’re gonna kill someone don’t be stupid about it, you’ll end up dead.

Actually don’t kill anyone, ever. :D

Joy can’t write anything happy. Ever. I’m sorry.

#State actually wrote something #Tw suicide #Suicide #TW self harm #Self harm #TW blood #Blood #TW murder #Murder #Sorry I promised to post this forever ago

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CASSIAN'S RECKONING - Chapter 7: The Salt

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Jyn needs a minute to herself. Tarkin is more ruthless than ever. All I can say is poor Cassian.

(I have to laugh at my own mediocre photoshop job on that cover photo LOL!!!!!)

I would say this is probably one of the more brutal chapters…

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CHAPTER 7: THE SALT

Jyn had an hour to kill while the mechanics finished fueling and loading the Patrol Craft into a bulk cruiser. She had checked her gear and then made the rounds with her crew, making sure all the necessary elements were in place. Now the worst of it began, the waiting, the second guessing. Her imagination ran wild with worry as visions of Cassian in pain snuck into her consciousness. She hated that her mind could come up with such awful scenarios, but, ultimately, she knew whatever she imagined was nothing compared to what he actually endured.

She made her way through the base, retracing the steps she and Cassian had walked a few days prior. She wound a course past the barracks, into a dark, narrow passage that led to the higher-ranking officers’ quarters. Privacy on Yavin was scarce; most of the grunts, Jyn included, slept in a giant room filled floor-to-ceiling and end-to-end with bunks. Rogue Squad had a little corner where they all slept near each other, except for Cassian. Due to his rank and position in Rebel Intelligence, he’d been assigned a private room slightly larger than a maintenance closet.

Jyn went there now, pausing at the door and looking around to make sure no one saw her before she punched the access code into the keypad—only she and Cassian knew it. Being inside without his permission felt wrong, like she was violating his privacy, but she needed to feel him, be near his energy to clear the fear from her mind.

Nothing untoward had ever happened in this tiny room; it had simply become a place where they retreated to sip booze or play cards or talk when Scarif nightmares made it impossible to sleep. Rogue One was the family Jyn needed; she loved each member for different reasons, and would lay down her life to protect them. But Cassian’s friendship had become something deeper, something nourishing, comforting, familiar, nonjudgmental, easy, trustworthy. The whole crew had been through a lot together and had seen each other in their darkest moments. But when Cassian wrapped his body around her on Scarif’s beach, whispering that he would hold her until they died, her heart had been pierced. She had never felt so afraid and so safe at the same time.

Jyn and Cassian’s bond was forged in kyber and blood and brutal truth. They shared an unspoken trust that was more meaningful to Jyn than any romantic overture. And though they were both too afraid to confess anything deeper than friendship, too afraid to disturb the private good they shared, she knew she would care about Cassian Andor until she took her last breath.

His brown Corellian-cut field jacket lay tossed across his neatly made bunk. She reached out and clutched it into her hands, her fingers closing over the familiar, sturdy fabric. She traced the transponder sewn into the chest where she knew Cassian concealed a “lullaby” suicide pill. He would never use it, she thought. Though right now he probably wishes he had brought this with him.

The thought made her lightheaded. Jyn felt a chill run up her spine and she quickly sat down on the bed, overwhelmed with the sense that she could feel Cassian through the universe’s ether. The kyber crystal her mother had tied around her neck suddenly felt warm against her skin. A vision flashed through her mind and she saw Cassian’s long eyelashes fluttering as water poured over him, burning cuts on his body.

Her fists tightened around the jacket, squeezing it until the frightening sensations drained away. I’m coming, she thought, willing the message across the galaxy to wherever her friend was suffering. Don’t let go, Cassian.

She looked down at the jacket in her hands, her knuckles white and bloodless from crushing it in her grip. Jyn hesitated for a moment, as though afraid someone might see her, before pressing the jacket to her face, breathing deeply. It smelled like his aftershave and fresh air, flooding her with a hundred tiny memories.

The balm fortified her resolve. Jyn was going to get Cassian back, or die trying.

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When Tarkin, the IT-O droid, and the death troopers returned, they came with an air of bloodthirsty savagery. Cassian knew he’d seen his last shred of mercy.

The troopers circled him and each took hold of his body in a different spot—his feet, his hands, his neck and face. Their gloved fists tightened and Cassian clenched his teeth in anticipation.

“I’ve had a chance to review your interrogation footage,” Tarkin launched in without prelude. “I noticed something quite interesting.”

Cassian refused to take the bait, biting back a retort, determined that fear would not get the better of him.

“You swallow your pain.” Tarkin’s brow arched severely with amusement. “You almost never scream.” He strode forward until he was towering over the rebel. “What kind of man endures relentless torment with nary a sound?” He hooked a finger under Andor’s chin and forced his head up. “We created you, didn’t we? Hung your father in the town square. Sent you to prison as a child. Let your mother die as our suffocating grip tightened around Ferrix. And countless other perceived wrongs not in our official records.”

Cassian burned with rage at the mention of these painful memories and the casualness with which the Grand Moff paraded them out like afterthoughts. His youth had crumbled with each loss, a childhood, a family, stolen by the Empire. Andor began to shake with emotion, with a fire he had never been able to fully stamp out. He couldn’t hold it back any longer.

His father had hung in the Ferrix snow for weeks. Cassian had to walk by the body nearly every day on his way to school.

And his mother, her love as sharp and enduring as her pointed opinions, had died cold and alone, without her son by her side for comfort.

Tarkin’s nostrils flared as he nearly bared his teeth like a predator. “You, the Rebellion,” he said, revulsion dripping from every word, “you’re a by-product, an inevitability. The Empire is creating order out of chaos, and as we contract our hold, collateral damage is certain.” He grasped Andor roughly by the chin, barely containing his own rage. “You think your righteous anger exempts you from stepping into the new order. No more. It’s time for you to learn your place.”

He released Cassian and stepped back, nodding to the death troopers. Their gauntleted hands instantly tightened, twisting into the rebel’s flesh, ripping open all the wounds the IT-O droid had made the day before. They rubbed his face and neck, scraped over his chest and hands, until each thin cut bled afresh, dripping down his skin in rivulets.

Cassian cried out, desperately trying to pull away, curling inward as much as his restraints allowed.

The troopers retreated as Tarkin approached once again. He gripped a fistful of the prisoner’s hair and wrenched his head up. “We will eventually tear a scream from your throat,” he snarled.

The young man glared at the Grand Moff, his body still shaking. Tarkin seemed to have forgotten that Maarva Andor, speaking from beyond the grave, had inspired the insurrection on Ferrix. Her barbed rhetoric lifted a community long exploited by the Empire. And Tarkin obviously didn’t know her son had been there to witness it. Maarva’s words came back to Cassian now as he looked into his oppressor’s eyes. “The Empire is a disease that thrives in darkness.” His voice was strained but he spoke with conviction. “It is never more alive than when we sleep.”

Tarkin’s lip curled. “Flood the reservoir with sea water,” he barked at the droid.

Cassian’s eyes widened, knowing the agony that was coming. He felt the blood dripping from his wounds and imagined rubbing salt into each one. “It's easy for the dead to tell you to fight,” he continued, anger building in his heart.

“Tell me the names of every rebel with you on Scarif,” Tarkin demanded.

“Maybe it's true, maybe fighting is useless.” Cassian refused to look away from the Grand Moff, refused to break eye contact. He felt Maarva’s spirit rushing through his veins, renewing his strength. “Perhaps it's too late. But I'll tell you this...”

“Last chance, Captain Andor.”

“If I could do it again, I'd wake up early and be fighting these bastards from the start. Fight the Empire!”

Tarkin released him and moved far enough away to avoid getting soaked as the IT-O droid activated the water nozzle above the rebel.

When the salty sea water seared across his wounds, Cassian screamed.

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NEXT CHAPTER IS CALLED “THE POWER" - Cassian tries to mentally spar with Tarkin but is nearing his breaking point. Jyn receives special instructions from Draven right as she's about to leave on her rescue mission.

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Much love!

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READ CHAPTER 1 “The Razor”

READ CHAPTER 2 “The Scythe”

READ CHAPTER 3 “The Cold”

READ CHAPTER 4 “The Expendable”

READ CHAPTER 5 “The Truth”

READ CHAPTER 6 “The Detritus”

READ CHAPTER 7 "The Salt"

READ CHAPTER 8 “The Power”

READ CHAPTER 9 “The Betrayal”

READ CHAPTER 10 “The Ruse”

READ CHAPTER 11 "The Reprieve"

READ CHAPTER 12 “The Ghosts”

READ CHAPTER 13 “The Redemption”

READ CHAPTER 14 “The Spoils”

READ CHAPTER 15 “The Interrogation”

READ CHAPTER 16 "The Rogues"

READ CHAPTER 17 “The Absolution”

READ CHAPTER 18 “The Reach”

READ CHAPTER 19 “The Hologram”

READ CHAPTER 20 “The Divide”

READ CHAPTER 21 “The Cost”

READ CHAPTER 22 “The Fallout”

READ CHAPTER 23 “The Wounds”

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