#Day 20: Throat

[arliedraws]

why am i posting so many texts posts in a row? it is because my covid symptoms are gone, my period is over, and my brain is functioning again

[mademoisellekalopsia]

Day 20: By The Throat

|| CREATOR'S NOTE: Kindly read from the top going down. ||

[fantasymoongirl999]

Omg why did no one tell me about Ninjago????

I swear the fandom and this show have me in a chokehold!!!

I'm over here close to tears on the couch watching a show made for 7 years olds and hysterically yelling “Just let the child have his father!”

Like duuuude!!

I was obsessed with the movie when it came out, how in the world did I not know there was a whole 15 seasons of this??? And apparently an entire new series??? Huh????

Literally these past few months I have done nothing but unhing my jaw and Kirby slurp Ninjago content. (You fanfiction writers are amazing!! You guys have single handedly ruined my sleep schedule and have infested my mind!) My friends are so tired of hearing me talk about this dumb show, but my gosh I will not give this up until they join me!!

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptember 2023, Day 20

“We can’t all win”

Failure | City in ruin | Boot on throat 

The Bee's Whumptember Masterlist 

~1120 words

CW: suffocation, past murder mention, future murder threats, very vivid and frank talk of murder, acid

(cont’d from Day 9: This Was Always Going To Happen and Day 5: What Do You Want Me To Do. You don’t really need to read them to understand this story, but it would help a bit for full comprehension)

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“Villain–” Spy sputtered, scrambling backward with a heavy limp, wincing every time they tweaked their ankle in just the wrong way. “--Villain, wait, wait, I don’t–... You don’t have to–”

“Don’t I?” Villain cut them off with an amused tilt of the head. “Because it seems to me, Medic, that ever since you joined the team, small yet… unexplainable things keep happening… Voices that aren’t your own coming from you room, victims suddenly ‘can’t take any more’ just as they’re about to crack…”

Spy’s bad ankle snagged onto a ripple in the carpet that wasn’t there before and they crumbled back, their butt and wrists shooting warning bolts of distress through their bones as they hit the ground hard.

“I’m just here to make sure you don’t kill anyone you don’t mean to, Villain.”  Spy reasoned weakly as Villain closed the distance between them. “You always go too far.”

Villain kicked halfheartedly at the mangled ankle they just broke, and Spy hissed, barely holding back a full screech. 

“Now that’s all just circumstantial, I’m sure, Medic. I like you, really, I do. You’re all business, but you still know how to have fun, like me.” Their hand glided gracefully into their jacket pocket. “I really wanted it not to be true, but…”

Villain flicked their hand up and produced a small black and white composition journal between their middle and pointer finger, smiling lightly as the blood in ‘Medic’s’ face drained at the sight. They frisbeed the journal with a flick of their wrist, and Spy flinched as it smacked them in the face before falling face up and open beside them, their sins out on full display.

“The evidence doesn’t lie, does it? Spy…”

Spy grasped the acid bottles strapped to their belt and hurled them at Villain with a loud cry, watching as they sailed straight through Villain’s body with a sparkle and splattered onto the wall behind them. The drywall hissed in protest. Villain was on them in an instant, one foot weighing heavily on their throwing wrist, splaying it out wide away from their body while Villain’s other foot slammed them back and rested on their throat, pressing down just enough on their windpipe to barely allow airflow. Spy’s eyes bulged as they gasped against the obstruction, an involuntary whimper escaping their throat as the pressure didn’t let up.

“I hate double agents, Spy.” Villain growled. “And even more, I hate traitors.”

Spy yanked fruitlessly at the foot planted firmly on their throat, before leaning their head back, defeated. “Just kill me already.” They rasped, squeezing their tear lined eyes shut. They should have known this would happen.

“You should be so lucky…” Villain laughed as they brought their foot up slightly, enjoying the feeling of the fragile life force they held under their sole spasming and begging for life. For mercy.

Villain knew no such word.

“No, no, no death for you… traitors can still be immensely useful, especially when their friends still love and more importantly, trust them.”

Spy’s face twisted into a burning rage as they tried to beg, reason, curse Villain out, do something, but the full weight of Villains body fell squarely on their throat just as they were about to do so, and their rage morphed into full blown panic as they convulsed around the unyielding force denying them the mercy of oxygen. Panicked agony ripped through their chest as they clawed at Villains leg and silently begged into their cold, calculating eyes, the same ones that sparked with radical enjoyment as Spy finally started to go limp under their heel a moment later, watching with glee the slowly but surely losing battle that Spy fought with the ever encroaching blackness at the edges of their vision. Their spasming chest and stomach grew steadily weaker until they stilled entirely, sitting unmoving under the villain.

Just as Spy went limp, Villain raised their foot fully out of Spy’s windpipe, so their boot was just resting on their trembling neck again. Spy coughed violently under them, attempting to curl up into themself as the weight still on their neck actively prevented it. They just clutched at the carpet and coughed violently into the air, tears now freely flowing from their eyes.

“I’m going to make you give them false information, Spy.” Villain continued nonchalantly as Spy hyperventilated under them. “Then I’m going to make you sit there and watch as I torture and murder every. Last. One of them.”

Villain crouched down grabbed villains jaw, yanking their teary face up to look them in the icy blue eyes. 

“I’ll start with Youngest. The one who got you caught. The one you tried so hard to protect from me. I’ll make you look them in the eyes and apologize to them for not being good enough as they die, and I’ll make sure they know you won’t be saving them this time. Then Leader, just so you know that all this? It was all for nothing. They all died for nothing, because of you. Then finally, Caretaker… Your love, the one who first made me suspicious of you. I’ll make sure to thank them as they scream for mercy, and I’ll make sure they feel the weight of their careless mistake with every cut of the blade. They’ll slowly bleed out, and you’ll sit there and hold them in your arms, knowing you can do absolutely nothing. Maybe I’ll even throw in Sidekick, too, the spineless dog. Just another traitor. I only wish I hadn’t killed Rogue so soon so I could make you watch the life drain from their eyes, too.”

Spy glared up at Villain through their despair with all the hatred they could muster, struggling against their weight as best they could, uncaring of the foot that held their throat to the ground like a vice. They screamed out, in defeated rage. What else could they do? 

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, Spy.” Villain tutted, like a mother scolding her troubled child. “We can’t all win. Excuse me for wanting your failure to hurt.”

The Villain stomped down before the weight suddenly lifted off of Spy’s bruised neck, and  Villain sauntered away toward the door. The sudden supply of air had Spy splayed out and coughing into the ground once more, pressing their forehead into the soft carpet in the vain hope that they could just push through the the fluff and scratch and disappear forever. Like Villain could, if they wanted to. Spy should be so lucky.

“Come along, Medic.” Villain called out to the mess behind them. “Stop writhing on the ground like a worm and at least pretend you’re not a complete failure.

“We’ve got work to do.”

@whumptember

[euthymiya]

“Hi I’m here to pick up my medication.”

“There’s nothing ready for you.”

“What do you mean, why not? My doctor prescribed me it, see?”

And then he proceeded to pull out the fucking paper written prescription his doctor gave him to bring to the pharmacy as if I was supposed to telepathically listen to the paper’s instructions and get that ready for him before he came in :/

[akascow]

man yellowjackets would be so much better if it didnt keep cutting back to the present day

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I've decided to get rid of my body, it only causes problems

[mars-ipan]

you guys have no idea the amt of self control i have exhibited this morning

[its-my-whump]

"We can’t all win”

Failure | City in ruin | Boot on throat 

TW: intimidating whumper, restrains

"Owe, it's so nice of you to join our little party. Now, you can see your precious city burn from a front row seat." A psychopathical laught filled the room.

Villain's heavy boots made an intimidating sound everytime they hit the floor, while he approached him.

"It's almost, as if you just came here, so I could hold your hand, while we watched your complete and utter failure to protect, what you fought so desperately to build up in the first place. So sweet." Villain's voice went up to a peak at the end of his sentence.

This man was a maniac, a real freak. To complete the picture, he only had to be sitting in a sick Chesterfiel armchair petting a cat, a lion or a lizarred. Or some other fitting animal, Hero thought to himself.

He was laying on his back on the floor, his hands cuffed behind, which made laying down very uncomfortable. His feet were restrained also and a gag in his mouth. Some goon was pressing his boots against his throat. Swallowing was near to impossible. But it made sure, that every attempt of him trying to fight or flee would end up in him probably suffocating himself or that guy just crushing his windpipe and/or snapping his neck, just by stepping down.

Unfortunately Villain was still approaching. From his unfavourable position Hero could only see his figure moving through the room, out of the corner of his eye. He was too occupied with breathing to move his head in any other direction.

Maybe he still had a cat in his arm anyway?

Villain stopped standing just above him. No cat, but his fingers hold some kind of device. He nodded at his goon to remove his foot and than gave Hero a sunshiny bright smile.

"Now, that you're our guest of honor, what kind of a host would I be, to let not YOU be the one to push the buttom, mhm?"

Villain had hunkered down while chatting away, like actually just hosting a dinnerparty.

The device in his hand seemed to be some kind of remote. Two fingers pulled at the gag to give Hero a chance to reply to his gracious offering.

But he only looked at Villain challenging. His mouth turned into a smirk. "Oh, I'd really love to. But see, I'm a bit tied up right now. If you could lend me a hand here, I'd be more than happy to finish all of this with the promised bang." Hero smiled back at Villain, who's eyes sparkled gleefully.

"Yeah, no-can-do, sorry Hero. I believe you're just here to ruin the fun. So I have a better idea, of how you could participate. And you don't even need to use your hands." He turned the remote in his fingers for Hero to properly see. It was a small black piece of plastic, with some lights and buttons. An antenna and most obvious a big red dot in the middle. "See, all you have to do is to push here." His finger circled the big red botton and held the device even closer to Hero's face.

As if to underline his previous statement Hero stirred in his restrained, cuffs clinging together.

Villain went on, finding a solution for the unphrased problem of bound hands.

"So, no worries." The remote was shoved into Hero's face, just to be stopped directly in front of his eyes. "See. Boop!" As fast as the words came out of Villain's mouth, the big red buttom connected with the tip of Hero's nose.

An explosion in the distance followed almost instantly and the ground shook.

My whumptember2023 masterlist

[eggsnatcheskneecaps]

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[ch-falk]

can’t sleep draw merman

[nametakensff]

Didn't think I was necessarily allergic to pollen, still don't think I am, but I've sneezed at least 60 times today and nothing else has changed in my immediate environment so 🤷‍♀️

[reasonandempathy]

One of the most personal, saddest things about living in America is the summertime.

There is 0 reason for American adults not to have a summer break. I can only say this with a full throat so loud, but other countries have policies and laws that give adults summertime.

It is not a joke to say France is kind of shutdown for August. There are over a dozen countries that have enough mandatory, legally required leave available to take an entire month off, or more. PLUS mandatory PAID holidays.

It's Brazil and Russia (ooh scary BRIC countries outgrowing the US and coming for us). India AND China give up to 2 weeks mandatory vacation leave, plus sick leave on top.

It's Afghanistan (20 days). It's Angola (22). It's Argentina(25) and Armenia (25) and Australia (20). It's Cambodia (technically unlimited; you can eventually get 15 or 17 days per month vacation).

That us on top of mandatory PAID public holidays. Cambodia can somehow manage 27 mandatory paid holidays plus upwards of 18 vacation days per year and going up from there, and we in the US can't even manage mandatory paid holidays.

We don't even get paid on Christmas and Memorial Day. And even trying to convince some people, let alone politicians, that everyone should get paid on Christmas is unfair to compare to pulling teeth.

Please. Please. I want to have a better life. I want you to have a better life.

I want you to not miss Summer Break. Because France and Cambodia don't.

[dracimexidae]

Can i just fucking enjoy the match between Katie and Leylah without that fucking strip that occupies a third of the screen the tv broadcast put about Sinner?!?!?!

[thelingering]

fellas, we may be ill, but this is one good jelly doughnut