#1st POV

[blackrosesandwhump]

Augusnippets Day 7: Choking

CW: 1st person pov, Gothic whump, chains, choking, breath whump

Bound in chains and nearly speechless with terror, I knelt on the stone floor and peered desperately into the shadows. My tormenter hid there; in the dim light I caught a glimpse of deeper blackness, the suggestion of a face, the movement of a hand. But I couldn’t see him. I saw only a length of chain stretching back into the dark.

“What…what do you want with me?” I managed to whisper.

In answer, the chain jerked taut, tightening around my neck. I choked and dropped to my knees. I couldn’t breathe. My useless throat spasmed. My pinioned body tensed and struggled, fighting for air.

“If you must ask, you don’t deserve my mercy,” came the voice from the shadow. Familiar. Something about it felt familiar. For a moment, I froze, stilled by the horrible realization that this voice was one I had heard before.

Then my terrified struggle resumed. I felt myself fading, strangled into unconsciousness. Whether I would wake from it, I didn’t know.

“It should be obvious,” came the voice slowly, dimly. “I want you to suffer. I want to torture you until you beg for death but find only terrible, excruciating life.”

@augusnippets

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Magic Whump Week Day 4

9/26: Loss of Control / "Leave me alone!" / bonus: emotional powers

Prompts List | Masterpost

Fandom: Original Work

Words: 200

Tag List: @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion @scaewolf

@the-ellia-west

CW: death mention, panic attack, magic whump, angst

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No.

Everything seems to… stop.

This isn’t happening.

Blood roars in my ears, drowning out whatever the messenger says after the fateful message.

They’re gone.

I can’t breathe.

They can’t be gone.

My chest heaves, but my lungs do not draw air. Can’t draw air.

I promised them… and now….

…now….

Someone touches my shoulder, jolting me roughly into the present. “Hey, are you okay?”

It’s one of my teammates. They look concerned. They don’t understand.

Can’t understand.

“Leave me alone!” I snap, pulling away.

They stare at me, wide-eyed, their eyes fixed on my arms.

I don’t need to look down to know the dark, vein-like tendrils are visible beneath my skin. My powers are responding to my emotions, pushing against me, trying to break free.

And I can’t stop them.

An explosion of pure darkness envelops me as I fall to my knees, pressing in as the tears finally begin to flow. I hear shouting from somewhere in the darkness, but I cannot understand the words.

They’re gone.

Everything I had done was to protect them.

And now…

They’re dead.

It was all for nothing.

[fromtheshadowsnyc]

“Hey, you aren’t like…serial killers or something, right?”

“No, no we’re not serial killers. We’re not exactly—normal. But we’re not serial killers.”

“Just another group of weirdos living in New York, huh?”

He snorts again, quickly turning into a chuckle.

“Oh, you have no idea.”

Summary: A young wannabe investigative journalist's life changes after delivering pizza to an alleyway one night.

Entry 1: New York State of Mind

Entry 2: The Delivery

[aki-hanah]

Surviving in the Abyss as a Wind Spirit

Chapter 2: A god-er....Archon Send?

‘Huh?, What is this, who are you? And where am I?’

[CONFIRMATION OF ACCEPTANCE [/] [x]]

‘Ey! Answer the question’ I say a tad annoyed

[CONFIRM REJECTION? [/] [x]]

‘W-wait, wait, errr…ummm, x, x!’ I say in a fit of panic

[CONFIRMATION OF ACCEPTANCE [/] [x]]

‘Accept, Accept!’ I reply all too eager

[WELCOME NEW PLAYER]

A wave of relief soon washed over me. Being trapped in an unknown area (well not totally), having the fanfic cliché of a system is practically a god- er- archon send.

[ > OPEN MENU [/] [x]]

‘Confirm’

‘Hm? Why is my name blank?’ I ask squinting at the menu screen

[QUEST: FIND A SUITABLE NAME]

‘What, no no no no no, I don’t need to find one, my name is ********’

‘What?’

[STYSTEM NOTICE: THE NAME ‘********’ IS PQV CXCKNCDNG]

‘Huh? Ok then…I guess I’ll make do with, uhhh, Asher?’

[NOTICE: DOES NOT MEET QUEST REQUIREMENTS]

[OPEN QUEST DETAILS? [/] [x]]

‘Confirm’

[QUEST: FIND A SUITABLE NAME

  REQUIREMENTS:

  [_] MUST BE GIVEN BY SOMEONE ELSE

  REWARDS:

   UNLOCK SHOP, UNLOCK PARTY SET UP, UNLOCK FRIENDS,

UNLOCK CHARACTER SCREEN,  1000 MORA, 10000EXP]

‘What!? I can’t even give myself a name!?’

[NOTICE: IF THE NAME IS GIVEN BY THE PLAYER, THE QUEST WILL BE CLOSED AND THE FOLLOWING REWARDS WILL NOT BE GIVEN: 1000MORA, 10000EXP]

[DECLINE QUEST? [/] [x]]

‘No, no, cancel, uhh, proceed with quest’ I hastily reply, after all, what use is the shop if I don’t have enough mora, plus knowing the world of Teyvat, specifically the abyss, I’m going to need all the strength I can get.

[QUEST CONFIRMED] ‘phew’ I let out a sigh of relief

[NOTICE: PLAYER IS ABOUT TO WAKE UP]

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[sxthee]

Feel free to answer or tag your reasons why!

Personally, I like 3rd POV as it enables the author to explore different kind of characters seamlessly if done right! I just love seeing different perspectives so much as i want to explore the characters deeply. I mean, sure, 1st POV could do that too! But without often/frequently changing POVs (typically thru next chapters). Maybe this is a personal taste, but I don't like the frequent switching of POVs; I'd like it to be consistent of some sort. I dunno, personally it disrupts the immersion for me? Idk qwq Wherein in 3rd POV, there are some transitionary devices/words that allow authors to further srive the point that "we're exploring this one now" seamlessly, and if done right, is satisfying.

Personally, with 3rd POV, it enables the author to further explain the intent of the character — the way they move, and possibly think, and describe the surroundings even more.

I know that 1st POV is limited since we follow the protagonist's narration, which can be interesting in its own aspect! (and i know it can describe their surroundings still and establish some stuff). But I simply just prefer the versatility of 3rd POV.

[anoddworld]

Star-crossed

Journal Entry 1

An artistic rendition of the Supernatural Celestial, Galvana. I feel as though I forgot something... oh well.

[sweetlullabyebye]

Love to think about Charles very enthusiastically talking about the day him and Edwin met like 'we were in an attic and we spent all night together talking about our lives and stuff and he read to me until I fell asleep' and just forgetting to mention that he was dying of hypothermia and internal bleeding and probably in horrible pain

Main point of his story is that they haven't spent a day apart since then

[rosedmuse]

on my way home; for harusoie 550 & valentine's 2023

Closing my eyes, I take a little breather. I know there's no use panicking over ending yet another day still with unfinished business; but working under pressure isn't quite a forte of mine. There's just too much to do; so much to learn. I could almost feel myself being a mere few ticks away from exploding like a bomb. Figuratively, at least. (I think.) "Seonne?" But a familiar voice, as lovely as sweet mornings, seem to pulse a series of the calmest waves within me; immediately feeling as though the invisible weights have been relieved from my chest. My home and my refuge. All becomes well when he's here.

A tired stance. An aching head. A conflicted sigh. Dim lights illuminating countless scripts, formulas, and illustrations. Buried deep into one textbook after another for hours, jutting down important notes all while. But I can't stop until I have seen and remembered each and every one of them. Unfortunately. I glance at the clock, unknowingly. It's the setting sun I catch a glimpse of through the curtains that hints me of nightfall coming very soon. Closing my eyes, I take a little breather. I know there's no use panicking over ending yet another day still with unfinished business; but working under pressure isn't quite a forte of mine. There's just too much to do; so much to learn. I could almost feel myself being a mere few ticks away from exploding like a bomb. Figuratively, at least. (I think.) "Seonne?" But a familiar voice, as lovely as sweet mornings, seem to pulse a series of the calmest waves within me; immediately feeling as though the invisible weights have been relieved from my chest. My home and my refuge. All becomes well when he's here. "Haruto-san!" I quickly rise, eager to hold him close after a long day's worth of suffering hard work. "Great timing, as always." "Naturally." He proceeds to plant a soft kiss atop of my head. (Odd, the ache's magically gone.) "So, how are you?" I groan heavily in response. He only lets out a small chuckle. "That's alright. Hereー"he places a cold drink on the table, "ーgot ya yer favorite." "...You really didn't have to." "But I want to." And then there's absolutely no way I can argue any further with that. Simply flashing him a smile, he pushes a straw into the lid, and offers it to me afterwards. I mouth the words 'thank you' but I received an 'I love you' in return. Really, he's impossible sometimes. But that's just what makes him everything I could ever ask for. Haruto sits next to my chair Despite turning my focus back to the textbook in front of me, I could still feel his pretty, lilac eyes watching my every move. I take a small sip of the drink he bought; as I secretly brace myself for the next set of teases, jokes, and pranks I believe he is to throw at me right about... now. "I'm... sorry I can't help ya there." Using every ounce of energy in my body to force myself not to spit the awfully large sip I just made in anticipation, I remain still. Out of all the things I half-expected him to say, that isn't even in the list. "Wh-where did that come from?" I try to pump up the mood by unleashing my most cheerful self but stammering before I could even begin my sentence is unironically doing wonders for my anxiety. "I just..." Haruto falters, "I want to help you with that college stuff of yers, but..." "Haruto-san, no!" I hurriedly take both his hands in mine, my voice trembling more and more as I continue snatching whatever words I can from my blank slate of a brain. "I swear, just your presence here with me is already more than enough help. You know very well that all I need is you, remember?" But he doesn't respond. Not right away. And the ache's gone to my heart. "I know this isn't the time to bring this up but..." He takes a long, deep breath. "It's never too late for you to come back to theater; to the stage." Like him, I take my time to react. We've had a heart-to-heart talk about this exact same thing not so long before, I remember it as clear as day. It was a hard topic to discuss, and it still is today; but then, it's going to be an issue we will keep having misunderstandings about if we keep running away from it. Maybe now's the time we finally get this all over with. "Haruto-san," I say quietly, as I swallow down the lump in my throat, "You already know that that's exactly the reason why I'm going through all this, right?" As if unable to hold his tongue and temper in check any longer, Haruto clicks his tongue, and with very furrowed brows, he sternly says, "that's the reason everyone else forced you to believe in and do, Seonne." A hole pierces straight into the depths my heart. A wound. I considered squeezing myself out of the hot seat as I would usually do, but not a single lie of mine can get through him. Haruto knows me too well that it's both flattering and quite scary at the same time. Probably realizing his sudden semi outburst, Haruto hastily diverts his gaze away from me. "...Sorry, I shouldn't have said anything." He appears to be torn between leaving or staying, but I stop him with a tight hug from his behind his back before he could even come up with a decision. "That's what I love about you," I say languidly into his clothes. "Hah?" "I said," I repeat, raising my head up a few inches to meet his eyes already staring onto mine, "That's what I love about you. "You were courageous enough to leave everything behind to pursue your first loveーacting." He turns around to face me whilst not wanting to detatch himself too much from my grasp. "Too bad I wasn't able to do the same. And I regret it every second of my life. But you inspire me, Haruto-san, and you've been the very reason why I too can never let go of my first loveーdance." "Seonne..." "I just know I need to do this, Gen-chan." I gently lean onto his forehead with mine, and he melts unto my touch in an instant. "I have something I want to prove to myself and the people around me. Surely we're on the same page on knowing that kind of feeling." "...Hell yeah, yer right," he affirms in his cute Kansai dialect. I take this as a good sign, for he has this tendency to lose his standard Japanese accent when he's in a really genuine mood. "Then you'll let me do this. Trust me, I won't give up on you nor any of my goals and dreams." I wait patiently for him to accept my conviction, but after sensing that he seems to be waiting for me as well to say some magic word, I profoundly give in. "I promise we'll one day stand together to share GOD-za's centerstage, just as what we have always been meant to do." Looking content, Haruto's face lights up with a proud smile. He takes my hand and presses another kiss at the back of my palm. "I expect no less from you, Seonne. I'll be waiting." "I love you more, Haruto." "Haaah?" he growls, his eyebrows all knitted again, "That should be my line, damn it!" People may think it's romantic. Some, a waste of time. Others, most likely indifferent. But none of that matters; for all we need to strive on forward with our lives are already within our reach. Passion. Ambition. And one another, as each other's safest sanctum. Don't worry, Haruto-san. I mentally tell myself, as he drags me out of his apartment; his two younger brothers already by the front yard, each of them holding bouquets and chocolates to match the special occasion. I'm on my way home.

[blackrosesandwhump]

Final list! The end of the month got really busy so I didn't do two of the prompts. Oh well.

Augusnippets Masterlist

Day 1: Brainwashing (2nd pov from whumper's perspective, Gothic whump)

Day 4: Vivisection (vampire whumpee, Gothic whump)

Day 7: Choking (1st pov, Gothic whump, breath whump)

Day 10: Fake Execution (Gothic whump, hanging)

Day 13: Poisoning (Gothic whump, hero whumpee)

Day 16: Dehumanisation/Conditioning (Gothic whump, vampire whumper, human whumpee)

Day 19: Branded (Gothic whump, winged whumpee, 2nd pov from whumper's perspective)

Day 25: Reluctant Whumper (Gothic whump, vampire whumper)

[solazu1]

Ethan Winters Version of ‘Go my scarab’

There’s context behind this but nobody will ever know.

[aki-hanah]

Surviving in the Abyss as a Wind Spirit

Chapter 1: A Child(e) named Ajax

“My head” I said as I tried to open my eyes to make sense of my surroundings. It was dark, but not? Blinking my eyes again I noticed what seemed to be….stars? Was I outside? I look around me once more and notice how the swirling void of darkness and stars seemed almost to envelop me.

I wander around for a bit to take in my surroundings. The area was littered with dilapidated structures none of them looking to be from the same time, or perhaps even place. It was like a mish-mash of different structures ranging from ancient Greece to traditional Japanese. Nothing made sense… This notion was further solidified by the upside-down buildings that seemed to defy gravity. The way the ground seemed to reflect the sky, I’d wonder if I was truly standing on the ground, whatever that meant now anyway…

Before I could even make heads with the scenario and lose my mind, the sound of clacking heels caught my attention and brought me back to reality. I look up to see a long silver-haired giant sizing me up with her sharp pink eyes. She looks almost ethereal. I would have admired her beauty if not for her exuding dangerous aura. I slowly try to back away, my eyes not leaving her form once.

While trying to slowly back away I notice her hand reaching out for me. In a fit of panic, I turn around and make a sprint for it only to look down and see not my shoes or even human feet but rather these pathetic little black stubs. I lost focus and slipped on what I could only hope was water until the thick iron smell hit me. I peered at my reflection to see a small white hooded figure with glowing baby blue dots for eyes and a singular white wing with light blue gradient tips at the end on my right side.

Before I could take everything in the giant(which was most probably a regular-sized human) picked me up by the scruff and pulled me closer to her face to personally investigate and study me. I shrink and shut my eyes in fear as I unconsciously curl up in a vain effort to try and protect myself.

“Y-you’re scaring it” I hear a faint nervous voice from behind her. I take a quick peek and open one of my azure eyes to see a tuft of ginger hair peeking out from behind the imposing figure. “Ajax, I thought I told you to stay back” she says clearly annoyed. After an equally annoyed sigh she continues, “Expect to have to parry my sword for another 3 million times later”

It all seemingly clicked in my head at that moment. The starry void, the mysterious silver-haired lady, and now the final piece of the puzzle, a child(e) named Ajax.

[WELCOME NEW PLAYER TO GENSHIN RPG]

'Huhhhh????'

[SYSTEM TROUBLESHOOTING]

[PLAYER SYSTEM REBOOTING]

Sufficed to say my tiny body went limp as I passed out.

Note:

"Hello World" Speach

'Hello World' Thought

[blissfulrain12]

Do you ever think about how Jimmy verbally abused Curly in front of the whole crew and no one did a thing to stop him? Do you ever think about how confident Jimmy must have been that no one would help Curly to casually abuse him in front of others?

Do you ever think about how only Curly carries the title of enabler and just as bad as Jimmy for failing to act?

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

Maybe this is too hyper-specific but I just fucking love??? the stance??? of whumpee lying on the ground and whumper standing over top of them???

"But Danny that's so generic--" yes, okay, but listen. Listen...I am talking about whumpee on the ground, injured, unable to get up, had probably just been crawling away before the last of their strength gave out. And then there comes whumper's legs into view. Whumpee doesn't even have the strength to look up, doesn't know if they'd even want to. And here's where the good shit comes in:

Whumper nudging Whumpee's side with their shoe like they're playfully checking if they actually died, or maybe really checking, or maybe just testing to see if there's any fight left

Whumper kicking a weapon that had been mere centimeters from Whumpee's reach, bonus points if they purposely catch Whumpee's hand under their foot and bear their weight down

Whumper using their heel to kick Whumpee's shoulder and force them to roll over on their back, now forcing them to look up and see Whumper (plus the beautiful imagery of Whumper leering down at them while Whumpee is symbolically beneath them...*chef's kiss*)

Whumper straddling their feet on either side of Whumpee's hips, or chest, or head; anything to have them confined between Whumper's legs from where they stand

Whumper suddenly dropping down into a crouch when Whumpee had only been able to look at their shins before, startling them, now hyperaware how close Whumper has made themself to accommodate this new position

Whumper instead continuing to go about their business, completely ignoring Whumpee on the ground, who can now only helplessly watch their retreating form as Whumper carries out whatever they originally had planned before Whumpee got in the way

Whumper stepping on fresh wounds, stepping on Whumpee's neck to choke them, stepping on Whumpee's head and holding their foot in place until they're done speaking whatever it is they want to say

Whumper that asks "are you done?" "that's it?" "so, was it worth it?" because if Whumpee is already at their feet, they might as well grovel a little

[blutopaz15]

timeskip Rayla got really into writing self-insert rpf fanfic about her and Callum, published on Archive of Xadia's Own

[deepwithintheabyss]

So I know immortal Jason, cursed to come back from the dead is already a thing, explored as horror and a comedy

But did anyone think about how his family reacts?

Jason dies and they grief

And he comes back

Maybe much time passed maybe not

And it happens again

And again, and again and again

How many times does it need to happen before they become used to it? Used to death, to return, already counting down the days to when his corpse regains life

How long until the thought of "oh god what if he doesn't come back this time" turns to a whisper

How long till they realize that they're expecting him to die, sending him on misisons that he won't return from, planning for it

Treating him as expendable because he is

And what happens when one day he doesn't come back? It's from something you thought he could handle

Or maybe not even that Maybe he goes out on his own with no back up or way to call for help, why would he need to?

Because Jason comes back

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What if they don't grow used to it, each time they grief him all over again, hope that he comes back, even knowing it's a curse, no rest for the dead.

They hokd their speech for the funeral in hands, and polish it anew each time, just in case this time this was it, he's gone.

They wonder if they're ever going to perfect it, ever going to need it.

Or if it will be Jason who stands at their graves.

He dies over and over again, recklessly throwing himself into harms way to protect anyone he can, because his heart was always bigger than he could afford

So ready to sacrifice himself for anyone that cares, and now he has even more excuse to do so.

Why should anyone get hurt if Jason can come back just fine?

Except,doesn't he see how much it hurts them? To grief and fear what could be, to wonder why he thinks so little of himself.

Knowing that Jason would rather die than see someone hurt.

(Knowing that everything comes at a price and that the universe is cruel.)