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henrysglock · 11 months ago

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High Existence and ZeroSpace: The First Shadow and NINA May Be Massive, Immersive Drug Trips

The blurb in last Friday's video from TFS sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. I found a lot of sites quoting The Alchemist about the universe conspiring to give you what you truly want (which is similar and it's probably what I was thinking of when this blurb registered as familiar), but I couldn't find this exact quote:

Well...not at first, anyway. I decided to stick every word I could make out here ^ into my search bar...and I found where the blurb comes from:

This blog post is quite literally the only source I could find for it, and the whole damn thing is directly lifted.

Right off the bat, the site fucking jump-scared me:

And it doesn't end there. Let's dive in, because this rabbit hole is a trip unto itself...no MDMA required.

1. The Fucking Website...#1 (HighExistence.com)

High Existence is a sort of drug-induced-spiritual-trip centered self-help site.

It's got blog posts and podcasts and all that jazz. Here are some of the highlights:

Wow! That was...a lot. A lot of words from the word show, too:

Wholeness, heroes, ancient aliens, prisons of politeness, and the fucking Shire, too, I guess. Why not?

(An Aside: I've included the VR in here too because of the sheer similarities between Henry's experience with the Shadow in VR, El's experience in NINA, and The First Shadow in general.)

Like fuck it, why not keep going, these posts date back to at least 2017:

And don't let me start in on that Creel boy and Faust...

[Jason voice] "[Eddie] made a deal with the devil and now he has his powers!" (Also we get it, one of them is neurotic and the other is psychotic. I've been saying this since like...forever)

Of course, all that insanity aside, the Russian base arc has just...an insane amount of ST4 and TFS stuff packed into it in general:

(And this isn't even all of it. I know others [cough] Stav Heroesbyler [cough] have covered it even more...but bro it is THERE)

But most importantly for the NINA arc:

Three things: Dialogue doubling (there's the one I showed, plus a) Robin yelling "Wipeout!" at Steve which has the pipeline -> "Wipeout!" at Rink-O-Mania -> 002-005 bullying El in a very similar manner and b) Steve's "that's amazing" line about the water fountain -> "This is amazing!" not only from Alice irt the Creel house but also from Mike irt Will's painting on their way to save El from NINA. Again, these are just a few of MANY instances), makeup doubling with the bloodshot eyes, and my beloved: set/prop doubling.

I love that beautiful framing on the nearly-identical square clocks. I have so much to say about that clock, but specifically:

The clocks being set 9 minutes apart, which happens to be the exact length of time from the end of Vecna's voiceover in 4.07 to the start of the fight sequence in 4.07 (aka the length of One's frozen-clock monologue).

Not only that, but the clock isn't even right. It says it's 3:55, but it's definitely not 3:55 AM (see: movie theater scene) but it's also not 3:55 PM:

(And why do we have a clock in an elevator anyway? That's the real question. That thang only exists to deliver subtext, baby! It exists to connect the two scenes further!)

Anyway, as you all likely noticed, this site mostly deals in psychedelics, stimulants, and empathogens.

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Hell, you could even pull One's bit on the ecosystem into it, since he's describing connections between beings that are being disturbed/destroyed by humanity.

Anyway, the site tends to center specifically on DMT and MDMA...so let's talk about those:

MDMA & DMT An aside: Interesting to me that psychosis here can be counteracted with sedatives. Makes me wonder if whatever happened in 1979 could have been halted if they'd just tranq'd One. Hm.

First off: Did I read that right? Piggy-backing? Damn, son. 4.09, The Piggyback, is pictured in that paragraph. So is Brenner's candy bit with the children -> "candy flipping" vs LSD use in Brenner's lab.

Second: Ah, how nice. Intravenous/injectable. Just like how El is constantly being shot up with...something...to enter NINA.

Now, nearly all psychedelics can induce psychosis, but especially so if they're combined with other psychoactive substances and/or if the user has a history of psychosis (either themselves or in their family).

However, MDMA specifically has been posited as a treatment for PTSD and retrograde/traumagenic amnesia:

link Like...wow. Okay, I guess!

tl;dr: One seems to have been tripping fucking balls during the monologue. Literally every fucking version of him. El likely is as well. Funny how that works. Was any of that real? [smash cut to the way blood pours down the walls and the dead children dance around in the VR version of NINA] And either way, Henry in TFS isn't far behind with his hallucinogenic moments.

The connection? Whatever the hell is going on in Hawkins Labs...and symptoms of drug use.

I was not expecting to get this much out of a single rabbit hole. But...that's life with this show, isn't it? And this is only Part 1.

2. The Fucking Website...#2 (Futurism.com)

The guy who made that original post that TFS lifted the blurb from (Jordan Lejuwaan) runs a couple different websites. The most interesting one is Futurism, which is basically an online version of the Weekly Watcher:

It won't let me filter by date, but it seems to have been founded in 2017, stemming from an infographic subreddit. (Now, it says it's a trustworthy news source, and maybe it is, but... Do your own assessment of that. I'm not your mother, yknow?)

Jordan Lejuwaan was also involved in something far more interesting irt Stranger Things...

3. Zero Space

Jordan co-founded an immersive, interactive theater experience called ZeroSpace back in 2018. As we all know, TFS was just in the beginning phase of its creation around this time.

So...This was like a brick to the skull:

"Alice in Wonderland" (don't get me started: rabbit fuckery, DRUGS!!!!!, clocks/being later, Alice Creel, Fringe connections (Through The Looking Glass and What Walter Found There being the episode about the pocket universe where 20 years passed in 5 days...and also wherein we find out about him hiding away an Observer child that he will later time travel with to save the world from the Observer takeover...erasing himself from time/the timeline by doing so...there is SO much) not to mention the "one pill makes you larger/smaller" vs teen El and baby El...it's too much to try and fit in this post), "ALIENS AND LASERS", "stretch the perceived reality of the sense", "art, actors and your own mind converge to prompt MORE QUESTIONS THAN ANSWERS" (which was a common complaint about TFS: it leaves people with more questions than answers).

("See you on the other side" being an in-show line from Henry in the lab to Patty in the void, but this image is ripped directly from the same promo video that the High Existence blurb appears in.)

Here's a little taste of what ZeroSpace is like, but I suggest going to the actual page to see it in action:

It's heavily heavily reminiscent of TFS, even just in the content warnings...

Not to mention the actual show content SFX:

However, the goal of TFS isn't to stretch our senses. We're just watching. We are not the volunteer seeing the other side.

For most of the show, that person is Henry (except the first 5 mins, when it's Cptn. Brenner and his crew literally experiencing the other side). Henry is doing the experiencing. He's the one breaking the fourth wall by picking at/breaking the sets, the one running through the audience and leaving out the theater doors (only to end up right back on stage just like El in the Rainbow Room in 4.05).

With each bit of info I find out adjacent to the play, the more convinced I am that this is some secret third boy's experience in a NINA-like simulation.

Overall—

a) TFS most likely isn't wholly real, and it seems very likely that it's the same kind of simulation as NINA.

b) El was probably drugged up with some kind of empathogenic psychedelic going into NINA, likely with the goal of setting her up to form emotional connections quickly and deeply only to rip that deep connection away in order to bolster her abilities.

c) NINA is not, then, wholly based in truth. Parts of NINA (staring at the bullying from 002-005) may have been generated from El's memories of the outside world.

d) With NINA and TFS seeming so similar, I wouldn't be shocked if parts of it are just one massive empathogen trip (staring at how quickly Henry and Patty bond, similarly to how quickly Henry and El bond in NINA).

e) Whoever is in NINA with teen El is also tripping balls, most likely, and may have gone off the rails in that regard. However, that's in a simulation...hard to assign guilt or blame for things done in a fictional/unreal world.

f) Whoever was with baby El in 1979 may have been in a similar situation "moving chess pieces"-style instead. Read: drugged in order to put him in a situation where he would bolster El's latent abilities...and it went wrong (see also: Walter Bishop's orchestrated/fake massacre meant to bolster Olivia's latent abilities.)

g) Richard Brenner having been the head of narcotics makes me question which Brenner we're seeing at any given time: Martin, or Richard?

#st nina project #st: tfs #henry creel #el hopper #non-consensual drug use #medical malpractice #ZeroSpace #High Existence

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guardian-of-da-gay · 4 months ago

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Night Guard

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For Whumptober 2024 Prompt 8: Sleep Deprivation

tw for PTSD, insomnia, childhood trauma, mentioned non-consensual drug use

Logically Tom knew that meeting with Knuckles’ therapist wasn’t supposed to feel like going to the principal's office. Doctor Sherman had said when he first met them that he wasn’t there to cast judgment over them, he was there to lead Knuckles’ support team, which included them. Still, there were many times when Tom left the doctor’s office feeling like he was getting a bad grade in parenting.

That’s what it had felt like today.

Maddie and Tom were called in after Knuckles finished his session. Doctor Sherman never told them the specifics of what he and Knuckles talked about, but he would give them a heads up if Knuckles had ‘homework’ that they might notice or need to help with. Sometimes he’d give them homework too. And sometimes he’d reveal that Knuckles wasn’t just ‘weird’, he was legitimately, clinically mentally ill.

Since he first came to live with them, they’d gotten used to Knuckles roaming the halls at strange hours of the night. Sometimes he’d even leave the house. Tom had convinced himself not to worry about it. It wasn’t like with Sonic, where he was running out looking to find trouble. Knuckles was just patrolling. The worst he might find would be wild animals and he could more than handle himself against them… In fact they’d had to have several conversations about hunting licenses and limited freezer space to convince him to stop bringing his nocturnal run-ins home with him.

And while Tom and Maddie had more control over Knuckles now than they used to, it was really just because he liked them enough to allow them to set boundaries. ‘No patrols’ wasn’t a hill they were looking to die on. They’d definitely never worried that it was anything other than what it was. It was just a weird Knuckles habit.

Except apparently it was a Symptom. Specifically ‘hypervigilance’. Because Knuckles had post-traumatic stress disorder.

Which, duh. Hindsight was twenty-twenty. They’d clocked Sonic’s separation anxiety and Tails’ social anxiety because they were so obviously anxious in those situations. Knuckles’ constant training, tendency to attack any stranger near the house, and multiple late-night perimeter patrols didn’t look like anxiety. Not like how the other two showed theirs.

Knuckles insisted he was fine, of course. He wasn’t scared of anything! Head Healer Sherman asked him to continue logging his patrols (this was how Tom found out that Knuckles had been logging them as part of his therapy homework). The healer seemed to think that Knuckles would struggle to reduce his patrols to half the amount–Knuckles would prove him wrong! He would go on no patrols tonight, just to prove how not scared he was!

‘Head Healer’ Sherman said that the most important thing was to push his limits without overextending himself. But that Knuckles should definitely try to get some rest. The way he said it bordered on worried. Which was when Tom realized he didn’t know how much Knuckles slept.

That just added to the feelings of guilt as they left the office.

Still feeling the gnaw of shame, he slept lightly that night. Lightly enough to hear the telltale thump of the attic steps lowering.

Tom had gotten used to hearing Knuckles’ footsteps in the night. The thought had him feeling guilty once more. It seemed so obvious now that that wasn’t normal. He knew that showing you what was and wasn’t healthy was what doctors were for, but he wished he could’ve seen it on his own. Maybe he could have done something earlier.

In the course of one day, Knuckles had broken down a school wall, crushed a kid’s arm, got suspended, and exploded their car. (Their third car demolition in two years.) But the worst part of the day had been when Knuckles had a panic attack. And yeah, Tom knew the one who had the worst of that was Knuckles. But watching his big, tough kid fall to pieces with him powerless to help was its own brand of agony.

Tom would do anything to avoid any of them living that moment over again. Getting out of bed at 3am was a small price.

He left the lights off so he wouldn’t wake Maddie and crept out of the room. The hallway was dark but the floor below was illuminated by moonlight across the floor. He could see Knuckles’ outline standing at the bottom of the stairs.

Tom walked quietly, but Knuckles didn’t seem surprised when he finally turned to look up at him.

“Hey,” Tom said softly as he sat beside his eldest, leaving a little room between them. “Just… hanging out of the stairs tonight?”

“I said that I would not patrol the perimeter tonight,” Knuckles said. “So I will stand watch instead.”

Tom nodded and hummed like he was considering this. Really he was considering how best to convince Knuckles to go back to bed. He remembered how Doctor Sherman had told Knuckles to get some rest. Tom knew the doctor couldn’t tell him everything, but Tom almost wished he could see these patrol logs. Instead he asked:

“When did you last get eight hours of sleep?”

“Eight hours?” Knuckles turned to him and even in the lowlight Tom could make out his confusion.

“Uh… how about six hours?”

“Consecutively?”

Oof. “You know… Doctor Sherman did tell you to go get some rest. Maybe that should be the challenge you tackle tonight.”

Knuckles turned away. “Someone must keep watch.”

“I could keep watch?” He didn’t know if he could actually pull an all-nighter anymore, but Tom was willing to stay up a bit if it meant Knuckles would get some sleep.

“I mean no offense Tom, but I am not only physically stronger, but have better vision, hearing, and sense of smell than you. Also I am beginning to suspect you cannot sense electricity.”

Tom turned to stare at Knuckles’ profile. “You can sense electricity?” Was this an echidna thing or… a mental illness thing?

“I can sense that you left the light on in the garage,” Knuckles said by way of response. His nose scrunched as he spoke, though he didn’t look angry.

“Seriously?”

“Yes,” he rubbed his nose with one big mitt. “The twitchy one over the door.”

“You mean the flickery one?”

“To me it feels twitchy.” His nose twitched as though to emphasize.

Tom still wasn’t sure if this was a real thing or not. But Knuckles had never had delusions. Maybe his superpowered alien echidna son could sense electricity. Stranger things had happened.

“Does it bother you?” Tom asked.

“The twitching?”

“The electricity.”

Knuckles merely shrugged. “It is not as bad as some of the other places I’ve been. There it felt like the pins and the needles. Here it is like… the crickets. They make noise, but it’s not terrible.”

Silence fell between them and Tom noticed that he could hear the crickets. Crickets and frogs and night birds and all sorts of creatures. He’d long gotten used to the sounds of the forest. The ‘twitching’ electricity probably didn’t bother Knuckles that much. But still…

Tom stood. “I’m gonna go turn the light off.” The ‘twitching’ probably wasn’t all that was keeping Knuckles up, but if it would help at all, then Tom would try it.

He flicked on the porch light and let himself out.

Knuckles followed. “I will go with you,” he said. “But this does not count as patrolling the perimeter.”

Tom frowned. This sounded like another loophole. Was Knuckles going with him just another instance of hypervigilance?

The two of them walked down the front steps to the driveway, then headed around the side of the house to where the garage sat. Tom kept eyeing Knuckles as they went. He was used to Knuckles scanning around himself, looking for danger. But now it wasn’t a ‘quirk’.

Tom had always heard the phrase that ‘crazy people don’t know they’re crazy’ but nobody said anything about the sane people around them also not being able to tell they were crazy. Everything Knuckles did made perfect sense to him, so Tom hadn’t questioned it. He cringed to think of how, in Knuckles’ very first appointment, he’d tried to tell the therapist that Knuckles ‘wasn’t a threat to others! Well, not unless he thinks they’re a threat to him…. Which is almost everyone. But we’re working on it!’ Like Knuckles was on par with Ozzie, barking at the mailman.

Now he watched the way Knuckles kept looking around, like there were invisible threats around every corner, and felt like he’d let his kid down.

“What do you think will happen if you weren’t on guard?” Tom asked. How did Knuckles’ mind work?

Knuckles’ eyes and quills flared red and Tom stopped, shocked. The echidna banged his fists together, sending red sparks flying. “Back off!” He barked so loud that Tom jumped.

Was he having another panic attack?!

Knuckles bolted toward the garage and then suddenly stopped. Tom got a second surprise: a huge black shadow peeled away from the garage and loped away into the trees. Knuckles’ quills stopped glowing. Tom could still see Knuckles’ silhouette burned into the back of his lids.

His oldest turned to him, looking quite unimpressed. “If I were not on guard, you would have been eaten by a bear.”

Right. Fair. But also: “I probably wouldn’t get eaten by a black bear,” he said. “Probably not even a brown bear. Bears aren’t that big of a concern…” They usually ran away from people, Tom and Knuckles must have just surprised this one. “I think you could rest easy inside, knowing the bears are outside. No need to stay up standing guard, you know?”

That said, Tom’s head was definitely on a swivel now. Which was ironic because Knuckles was actually laser-focused on the spot where the bear disappeared.

“Anything can happen when you are asleep,” Knuckles said. “I have avoided it whenever possible for most of my life. I am not sure I could force myself to sleep even if I wanted to.”

Tom let himself in through the garage’s side door. Sure enough, the light was on inside. It flickered once before he hit the switch and the room went dark. “Maybe Doc–Head Healer Sherman–could give you—” what did Knuckles call meds? “--a remedy? To help you sleep.”

“I do not want to sleep though,” Knuckles said as he followed Tom back toward the house.

“I know, but you need to. And if you can’t–”

“I must be able to wake up when I need to,” Knuckles said firmly. “I have to be in fighting condition in a moment’s notice or else I could wake up captured by an enemy. Or worse.”

Tom was about to asked what was worse than waking up imprisoned, but Knuckles answered first:

“I was sleep poisoned the first time I killed someone.”

Oh. Tom sometimes forgot–or liked to forget–that Knuckles had a body count. But them ignoring this stuff and acting like Knuckles was a weird, but otherwise normal kid, was probably another stone on the path to Knuckles having his breakdown so… he engaged: “How did sleep meds cause you to kill someone?”

They rounded the house and started up the front steps.

“I was under attack, but my mind was clouded and my body did not act as I commanded. I defended myself, but used too much strength.”

Tom pretended to scan the side yard for bears but really he was just trying to hide his expression. He’d seen Knuckles crush stone with ease. It was easy to forget when he was giving you a joint-cracking handshake, but that was Knuckles being gentle! What could he do to a person if he didn’t control that strength? And then Tom wondered: how was Doctor Sherman going to help Knuckles get over his hyper vigilance when Knuckles had to be vigilant every time he touched something more fragile than stone?

He realized he’d been quiet too long. “I’m sorry,” he said, both for the long pause and for what happened. “That sounds… traumatic.”

“…It is not my best memory. But not my worst either.”

Tom let Knuckles enter the house before him, once again hiding his expression. If that wasn’t Knuckles’ worst memory, he wasn’t sure he wanted to know what was. Knuckles didn’t volunteer it and Tom didn’t pry. He wanted to get Knuckles to share more with him, but he’d already gotten him to share more than Tom bargained for.

Maybe he should ask Doctor Sherman how he should react when Knuckles dropped these little trauma bombs?

Knuckles turned at the bottom of the steps. He faced the front door and crossed his arms. It looked almost like a parade rest. Tom realized his eldest didn’t intend to go back to bed now.

“Maybe you could try to get some sleep,” Tom suggested.

“I think you should get some sleep,” Knuckles said. “I can withstand far greater sleep deprivation than you.”

Tom shook his head. “How about this? I’ll go to bed when you do.”

Tom couldn’t see in the dark as well as their resident echidna warrior, but he could sense Knuckles’ frown. “I will not be going to sleep for a while, yet,” he said. “I am not tired.”

Tom was, but he sat down on the steps beside Knuckles anyway.

They sat for a long time in silence. Knuckles didn’t move an inch the whole time. Tom meanwhile was wondering if sitting had been the best choice. Seeing the bear had given him a hit of adrenaline, but now his body was hungry for rest. How could he get Knuckles to feel like going to bed? He wished he’d asked Doctor Sherman. That was the kind of question a dad who wasn’t getting an F in parenting would ask.

Maybe Knuckles needed to forget about the bad stuff that Tom had unknowingly dredged up.

“What’s the best sleep you ever had?” Tom asked.

“What?” Knuckles finally moved to look at him.

Tom shrugged sleepily and readjusted, resting his arms on his knees and leaning against the railing. “Just curious. What’s a time when you slept really well? For me it was after the first time we battled Robotnik. Sonic and I went on a pretty long journey together and I wasn’t used to all that danger. I passed out hard. Woke up feeling great.” Even though his house had been destroyed. It was almost a yearly event at this point. “How about you?”

Knuckles tipped his head to the side, contemplating. And contemplating… And contemplating.

Tom actually thought he wasn’t going to answer. His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier and his tired brain was running out of excuses to keep them open.

Then Knuckles started talking. The words came haltingly at first, but grew more confident the longer he spoke. “Once… When I was very, very small. I had been ill. I was nearly well again, but they made me stay at the healer’s hut one more night.”

He paused a long moment, gathering his words, or trying to remember, Tom didn’t know. “It was raining… There were pots around the hut to catch water leaking through the roof.” He spoke as though he’d only just remembered.

Tom smiled to himself. His eyes had gone and shut themselves without his permission. “That sounds cozy,” he mumbled.

“The healer was making medicine,” Knuckles continued. “She had water boiling over the fire and she was crushing herbs together. The whole room smelled like tea.”

Tom’s chin dipped and he jerked up, then sagged back down. Oh dear, he was going to lose this fight, wasn’t he? Was Knuckles sleepy at least?

Knuckles yawned as if in answer. “Father was with me. He worried after me… Not unlike you do now…” He said this last part so quietly that Tom wasn’t sure it wasn’t a dozy dream. “I slept in his arms. It was the first true sleep I had had in days.”

Tom remembered that feeling. Falling asleep and being carried to bed by his dad. Having a nightmare and sleeping between his parents. He wished they could give that to Knuckles too. Make him feel that safe in their home.

A gentle hand found his shoulder and Tom startled awake. It was brighter than he expected and he scrunched his eyes closed immediately.

“Hey,” Maddie said softly. “You okay?”

“M’fine,” Tom said, squinting his eyes open. Oh.

It was morning.

He looked up at Maddie who couldn’t seem to decide if she was amused or not. “Were you down here all night?” She asked.

Tom rubbed his eyes. “I came to check on Knuckles… Guess I fell asleep instead.” Darn it. He looked beside him to see Knuckles sitting on the step.

“Knuckles?” Maddie asked. “Did you get any sleep last night?”

Knuckles stared down at his shoes. He seemed almost ashamed. “No,” he said.

Tom’s shoulders sagged. He and Maddie shared a look. He didn’t want to say that Knuckles’ first night of no patrolling had been a failure, but it definitely hadn’t been a success.

Maybe Doctor Sherman wouldn’t pass judgment on Tom, but Tom would pass it on himself. Somehow, someway, he had to figure out how to make one of the strongest people on the planet feel safe.

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aqua-dan · 4 months ago

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Summary:

The mansion is aglow with lights, casting a warm shimmer that dances across the walls, while the air is thick with the scent of nostalgia. Garth laughs at Barry's story, feeling his mind begin to spin between the alcohol on his tongue and the warmth radiating from the fireplace. A small spark of worry alights in his stomach, but he pushes it away and continues to drink. Barry has always been a good friend. He's safe here… he thinks.

Fandom: Aquaman (Comics)

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Garth/Barry Blaine

Characters: Garth (DCU), Barry Blaine (DCU), Mentioned Arthur Curry (DCU)

Additional tags: Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Alcohol, Passing Out, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Rape/Non-con Elements, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Guilt From Sexual Assualt, comic book nonsense, Whumptober 2024, "I can't think straight", Christmas fic

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#Whumptober2024 #no.10 #“I Can't Think Straight”#Aquaman Comics #DC Comics #Fic #Date Rape #Non-Consensual Drug Use #rape/noncon #NSFWhump #Garth #First time I'm ever cross-posting to Tumblr hoo boy #Dan Writes Fics

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25centsoda · 4 months ago

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Whumptober 2024 - Day 29

Summary:

Shmi named them Skywalker for a reason. It comes in handy during ground missions, but it's not enough to save him when Vader shows up... Day 29: FATIGUE Labyrinth | Burnout | “Who said you could rest?”

#Whumptober 2024 #taking the name 'skywalker' literally #post-ANH #missions gone wrong #non-consensual drug use #Whumptober 2024taking the name 'skywalker' literallyPost-Star Wars: A New HopeNon-Consensual Drug UseMissions Gone WrongThe Force Is Weird #the Force is weird #Luke can fly #star wars #luke skywalker #darth vader #rogue squadron #no time for an excerpt today sorry lads

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balshumetsbaragouin · 1 year ago

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Valentine's Core Exchange Gift: Hybrid Affinity

I can finally talk about this! I am excited to have been able to take part in the first Valentine's Core Exchange. My giftee for this event is the amazing @nursal1060writes! I hope you enjoy your gift! Only the first chapter will be posted on AO3, this week, but they get the Full Monty in DMs. Thanks @valentines-core-exchange for connecting us!

Link: Hybrid Affinity Rating: Mature Characters: Danny Fenton, Vlad Masters Relationship: Danny & Vlad(Badger Cereal) Warnings: Implied/Referenced Torture, Past Torture, Torture, Psychological Torture, Medical Experimentation, Medical Torture, Non-Consensual Drug Use Chapter Word Count: 2,577 Story Word Total: 20k

Summary:

A momentary lapse of attention, a weapon's blast grounding him, an agent's boot heading towards his jaw…

Danny has been the 'primary research subject' of the Area 23 facility for the past three weeks. Since he was captured, he's had no contact with the outside world, and no chance of escape. After complaining about a lack of conversational partners, his heated cage finds a second occupant: Vlad Plasmius.

With his last chance at escape captured with him, Danny's hope dwindled until he heard the other halfa promise he had a plan. The only problem: He doesn't trust Vlad.

Have a sneak peek at the story below the cut!

The gun at the back of his head pressed deeper into the base of his skull. “I’m moving.”

“Not fast enough, ghost.” The agent tapped the spot right over his brain stem, “Keep dragging your feet, and I’ll save the government the expense of containing you.” The hiss of the pneumatic doors ahead of them sent tingles over his skin. The air on the other side smelled like the ecto-suppressant they pumped inside, burnt acrid chemicals, and days old sweat.

“I’m floating; you see me floating forward, right?” He stopped just on the other side of the barrier, long enough for the scan, and moved again when the light flashed green above the entrance. The hum of the ghost shield grated his ear drums as it scrapped over his skin. “No need to be so hostile.” The door clicked shut behind him, the agent no longer bothering to threaten him once he reached the inside of The Oven. “Whatever.” Danny floated the rest of the way into the heated metal box and tried to decide which wall he’d sizzle on for the next few hours. He’d favored the one facing the door when he’d first arrived, but the heating element sat closer to the surface. The sadists running this circle of hell designed it that way. Their scientists were probably measuring how long he’d put up with more pain to feel ‘secure’ or something.

He hovered in the middle of the room, eyeing the coolest wall, with an ache building up in his core. He decided to split the difference and sat against one of the walls perpendicular to the door. A low hiss filled the room as he sank down to the floor and leaned back. “You know, you don’t have to BBQ me. I’d be happy to answer questions without being spit-roasted.” The agents on the other side of the monitoring equipment couldn’t hear him. He’d made a show of cursing and insulting them the first… however long, until he was hoarse. They’d only told him they didn’t receive audio after he couldn’t speak. They said, ‘we’re not interested in any lies you ghost vermin want to tell’ and sneered down at him like he’d become a bug that learned to speak. They did monitor his energy levels, though. When he’d attempted an ecto-ray, a whole host of guns popped out of some panels in the ceiling and hosed him down with molten misery. The liquid didn’t start hot, not like the walls, but as soon as it touched him…

He rubbed at the spots along his forearms that got the worst of the spray. The jumpsuit still laid odd over those spots, like the ectoplasm underneath refused to come back all the way. He poked around the area, feeling the way the latex enmeshed with the healed flesh under it. Other areas stuck because he was slicked down with sweat, but here it felt glued down into the muscles. He leaned forward and frowned down at the half-melted state of his boots. The soles of his feet and the back of him always took the worst of it whenever he was back in the cage. Still, it was better than being in the labs. The blazing temperatures and grating silence granted a peace that left him when they wanted to stick tubes down his throat or needles into his skin. “I could even convince myself this is pleasant if I couldn’t smell that burning ectoplasm.”

#Danny Phantom #Danny Phantom Fanfiction #DP #DP Fanfic #Hybrid Affinity #HA #Balshumet's Fanfiction #Valentine's Core Exchange 2024 #VCE #VCE 2024 #Implied/Referenced Torture #Past Torture #Torture #Psychological Torture #Medical Experimentation #Medical Torture #Non-Consensual Drug Use

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galaxymagitech · 4 months ago

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Characters: Tim Drake, Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Conner Kent

Summary: Tim is captured by a former Joker goon who is desperate to prove a point. He’s rescued, but something still seems…off. And time is swiftly running out.

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kimium · 1 year ago

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Chapters: 11/? Summary:

Canon Divergence. University AU. Mafia AU.

“Let’s leave. We’re not sticking around here,” Yuu said as they began to walk through the tall grass. If they were lucky, they’d run into someone that was willing to help and not ask many questions.

“Well, well what do we have here?”

Yuu jumped, a scream bursting from their lips. Grim squirmed out of their arms and floated in mid air, his ear flames bursting brighter. Standing in front of them was a man wearing the most ornate outfit Yuu had ever seen outside of cosplay inside an anime convention. Clearly going for a steam-punk like style crossed with opera, Yuu couldn’t tear their eyes away from the birdlike mask or the feathers adorning the long cloak with ends that looked like bird wings.

“Goodness gracious!” the man exclaimed, a little too cheerful. “You’re not from this world.”

In where Yuu is summoned to a strange new dimension (by an occult) and will find their way home (and solving the mystery to why they were summoned in the first place) through the power of accidentally befriending the local organized crime fractions. (Or Yuu is accidentally the most powerful person in this world through the power of Friendship.)

I am SO excited to share this latest chapter with you! I have been planning for this chapter for MONTHS. Finally, it’s written! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do! Please make sure you read my tags and author’s note as I’ve updated some tags and gave some warnings!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this fic! Please let me know!!!

#personal #writing #twisted wonderland #canon divergence #university au #mafia au #gender neutral pronouns for yuu #non-consensual drug use #drugged food #more tags in the fic

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garbria · 2 years ago

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Hi, I would like to request "kidnapping" with bby Cor from bthb if possible ❤️

underlined is requested, crossed off is completed

Here you go, my dear! Kidnapping with bby Cor!

Cor runs into trouble during a party he attends with Regis.

#bad things happen bingo #my fic #cor leonis #ffxv #young cor #kidnapping #canon typical violence #non-consensual drug use #blood and injury #hospitals #regis lucis caelum #clarus amicitia #cid sophiar #weskham armaugh

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lynlee494 · 1 year ago

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The final chapter is now out! It is 1994 and James Barnes has been out of Hydra’s grasp for several months. Barnes is just trying to stay ahead of Hydra, and is at an event to take out an exposed Hydra commander to help with this.

Seeing the young Tony Stark at the event shakes Barnes's loose grip on his own mind however, and Barnes's attention is suddenly split between the past and now - and between his need to remain hidden and his desire to reclaim part of the Bucky he remembers.

Meanwhile, Tony Stark has been avoiding as many responsibilities as possible in the three years since his parents died - but tonight is the first step into entering Stark Industries as the CEO.

Instead Tony's greatest strength is dampened and he finds himself suddenly at the mercy of those around him, and to top it off he begins to worry for his sanity when he finds himself wanting to help a hallucination of Bucky Barnes. **Formally known as Somewhere Between Life and Death

#Hurt Tony Stark #Bucky Barnes #Tony Stark #Pre-Iron Man Setting #Tony Stark Fanfic #Hurt Bucky Barnes #Bucky Barnes Feels #Tony Stark Needs a Hug #Winteriron #Non-consensual drug use #Canon-Typical Violence #Bucky/Tony #Tony/Bucky #Bucky Barnes Fanfic #Angst #Bucky Barnes Angst #Tony Stark Angst

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caleism-1 · 2 years ago

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Kim Rok Soo woke to darkness and strange voices, when he finally could opened his eyes fully and received memories of the new body he was in. He knew one thing; he had to escape this household.

His only opportunity was at the ball, he had to make a deal with the crown prince, to be saved from his father.

#Deruth’s A+ parenting #force things #pretty Cale #Non-Consensual Drug Use #Deruth went crazy #crossdressing #fluff and angst #I’m saving this to my favs #tcf #trash of the count's family #lout of the count’s family #lcf #kim rok soo #not mine #krs #cale #Ron

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guardian-of-da-gay · 4 months ago

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The Caravan

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For Whumptober 2024 Prompt 12: Starvation

tw for starvation, betrayal, non-consensual drug use, trafficking

Knuckles had been a small child when he left his village for the last time. In his young mind the best thing to do was bring as much of his people’s food stores with him as he could carry. Even then, he had a superior strength so this was quite a lot. Unfortunately, his arms were small. Eventually he had to pare down. But then he had the reverse problem. He’d left behind too much. Luckily foraging had been one of his chores since he could walk and he had some practice with hunting. Unluckily, he did not have practice providing entirely for himself. He hadn’t realized how much he relied on his tribe until he lost them.

The less he ate, the more his strength waned. His hunting suffered and then his foraging too. Weak arms wouldn’t pull him through the trees. Tired eyes missed shoots on the ground. Occasionally he’d turn over a log and find a mouthful of insects. But it wasn’t enough.

Soon he could feel the shape of his bones under his fur. He had to stop often to rest. He tried to be brave and push through, but his legs would start to shake. More than once they fell out from under him. He tried to eat some unfamiliar berries once and spent the next two days curled under a bush unable to move for the pain in his belly.

He feared he would die before finding the Master Emerald.

Then he found the caravan.

His tribe had warned him against outsiders. They would lie to you, throw you in a cage, and sell you. Knuckles trusted his people, so he did not trust outsiders. Instead of revealing himself to the caravan, he stole from their food scraps.

It was mostly vegetable peels, but it was more than he’d had in days. He gorged on the whole pail and was delighted to find a few stray bones at the bottom. He was sucking the last tiny morsels of meat off of one when he was caught.

He tried to get away. He got sick instead.

When the strangers grabbed him, he thought for sure that he would be lied to, thrown in a cage, and sold.

They gave him more food instead. And a place by their campfire. They tried speaking to him, but he didn’t know the language. They spoke among each other while the one who had found him ladled warm broth into a bowl. She gave him a little and watched him close. When he was not sick again, she gave him a little more.

Eventually, she decided he had had enough and led him into one of their wagons. It rained that night, but Knuckles slept soundly on the floor, a roof over his head for the first time since he left his home.

Knuckles stayed with them for many days. Everytime he thought he should leave he would be offered more food and the memory of clawing hunger would keep him there. It was fine, he rationalized. He wasn’t giving up on his search for the Master Emerald. When they came to a village where he might find more information about the Emerald or Longclaw’s apprentice’s whereabouts, then he would leave.

His temporary tribe was strange to him. One day he would know them as ‘possums’, but at the time he only knew that they weren’t echidnas. They had no quills or spurs. Their tails were long and naked. And they had large, fleshy appendages on their heads that he eventually learned were ears.

While their appearances were strange, much of their lives were not. Their days were filled with travel and work, gathering food and supplies. The men whittled and hunted and the women weaved and cooked. The children did chores and were just obedient enough to avoid trouble. At night they would all eat together and sing songs or tell stories that Knuckles did not understand.

The similarities between the possums and his people was both a comfort and a source of pain. Being around caravan made him realize how starved he was for a tribe. He used his strength to help the men and beamed under their praising tones. He joined the games of the other children. He didn’t speak their language, but chasing and hiding and digging and building forts from sticks required no words.

Every morning he spent with the women, under the tutelage of the possum woman who had found him. She brought him along to help her with chores. He was the only child eager to work. It was familiar. He’d helped with chores in his old tribe. And it gave him a chance to learn things.

Knuckles was especially hungry to learn about what wild foods he could eat. He would go foraging with his mentor and always took care to note what was edible and where such things could be found. He was determined to never again let himself get in the state he had been in when he first arrived at the caravan.

It wasn’t just foraging that Knuckles learned about. As they worked, he devoured as much of the language as he could. He learned ‘yes’ and ‘no’, ‘breakfast’, ‘lunch’, and ‘dinner’. The possum woman would poke his bony sides and he came to understand ‘too skinny’ and ‘eat more’. Come here. Go there. Pick this up, carry that, set it down, hand it to me. Line them up. Like this. Good. Let’s eat!

In the early days with the caravan, the possum woman managed his food. First he was offered broth, then smashed fruits, then whole, soft foods. She limited him often at first, but he quickly learned that no matter what his stomach thought, if he gorged himself, he would be sick. With her guidance, he was gradually able to return to eating normally. Maybe even more than that.

Knuckles’ belly was always full and he was proud each time he heard the tribe speak a word and knew it. Some words he didn’t know but heard often. Something was ‘close’. They were getting ‘closer’. He didn’t know what it meant, but he knew the caravan was passing more and more strangers. Knuckles learned there were lots of different kinds of not-echidna people.

One night it seemed there were more strangers on the road than ever. There were even other caravans. They all set up their own camps. The pack of children he’d joined all wanted to explore and see the other non-echidnas. But his companion drew him away and out of sight. He didn’t understand why, but he trusted her. She had proven that she knew what was best. She was kind and she fed him.

That night she gave him a hearty soup. Unlike that first night, he was allowed as much as he wanted. With his belly so full and warm, Knuckles nodded off right there at the fire.

He woke in a cage.

He was in a village of some sort, but not like the one he came from. Wooden buildings towered around them on all sides. He was surrounded by cages full of wild creatures that brayed and squawked and clucked. The smell of their waste was one of many overwhelming odors to fill the air and their noise was only matched by the sounds of the people.

There were so many of them. Some hurried about carrying boxes and baskets full of fruits or fabrics. Others wandered down the rows of cages, talking and laughing and yelling, eating food as they went and pointing out the creatures around them. They pointed at him the most.

His friend stood beside his cage. She reached between the bars and pinched his side where his ribs used to show. Knuckles was too shocked and confused to do anything. She looked up at a stranger who stood over Knuckles. The stranger walked around the cage and stared at him. He nodded and dug in his clothes. A second, larger stranger knelt and picked Knuckles up, cage and all.

Knuckles looked around wildly as he was carried away. The stranger counted gold disks into his friend’s hand. It was then he realized: He had been lied to. Thrown in a cage. Sold.

That was the first time he was betrayed.

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