#angst can smd

[k1yamaluvskaiser]

angst drabble idk honestly, im just a fat sucker for angst tw ; death , betrayal , forbidden love

enjoy the heartbreak <3 - nymph ♡

she wrapped one arm around his neck, bringing her face closer to his.

her chest swelled with guilt, and so much pain.

she was a monster for doing this.

in her vacant hand, she hid a dagger, and tightly gripped it.

tears were forming in her eyes.

no, no. she couldn't cry now.

"is something... wrong?" he asked, staring into her eyes.

she was quick to act, and brought the knife to his neck.

inside, she was screaming at herself to just get it over with.

she had to-- she had no choice.

it was either him, or everyone she loved.

'i'm sorry...'

tears cascaded down her face, but he didn't falter.

"you wouldn't. you can't do it." he said coldly while pushing her off himself.

she couldn't bear to look at him. she was ashamed. she was filled with so much sin that she was overflowing with guilt.

she couldn't contain it anymore.

'no, i can't...--'

the dagger was raised a second time, but not to the man she loved.

to the wretched, heartless witch that willingly accepted to take the life of an innocent man that was patient enough to love someone like her.

the dam broke then, but instead of powerful streams of water flowing out, it was her blood.

the crimson red liquid gushed out of her chest, and she could only collapse to the ground.

his cold facade fell, along with his own body to its knees.

he held her close, and was forced to watch as his lover bled to death in his own arms.

perhaps if he didn't involve himself with her, she wouldn't have been in this position, bleeding-- dying in his guilty embrace.

but in her head, what she had thought was no different.

perhaps if she didn't associate herself with them, he wouldn't have served as a test of loyalty, one that she needed to slaughter to pass.

what other choice did she have?

it was either her affair, or everyone she loved.

this was a trick.

he was all she had.

who else did she have to love but him?

if she were forced to choose between murdering the man she loved twice, then she'd rather drive the dagger into her own chest and kill herself.

that way, nobody would have to take the test of loyalty.

that way, her love didn't have to die by her hands.

what a cruel, twisted affair.

[alexxncl]

‼️NIGHTBRINGER LESSON 21 SPOILERS‼️

masterlist | all lessons | season 1 | season 2 | lesson 20 | lesson 22

normal and hard level

yeah...this one hurt

funny bits first though!

mephisto can smd honestly, like you're so pressed about a man YOU DON'T EVEN LIKE...just say you want attention and go

lucifer not giving him the time of day is *chefs kiss* i love him sm

i wanna see when mephisto changes his mind about lucifer though...like ik he's still a pretentious bitch in the og game but he's not THAT much of an asshole to him if i remember correctly 😭

ah yes, the angst

ouch ouch ouch he's starting to hate himself bc of his sin and the way it's affecting the people around him

but he feels like it's too out of his control so he's gonna start distancing himself from his brothers

and asmo :((((

and lucifer :((((((((

fucking hell if this is what the next 20 lessons are gonna be centered around i might actually cry

i need more big brother simeon content ESPECIALLY with mammon istg i'm gonna cry

mammon seeing that simeon isn't judging him despite how much he's changed in such a short time, simeon trying to help mammon manage what he's struggling with in his own way i'm broken

[yuyubeans]

pages of rebellion

pairing: dystopian dilf librarian jongho

genre: angst (?)

wc: smd

hell. you're in hell. well not really but basically, okay so, after 100s of years of a world where the government tightly controlled knowledge emerged, books being dangerous artifacts, holding secrets of inequality and rebellion, Libraries razed, and most people as stupid and ignorance as a rock, and that's where you fit in, hidden in the last library, like a sanctuary of the Lost Words.

Jongho, a 30 or so year old librarian, who loved to preserving knowledge, and tending to the dwindling collection of books. spending hours meticulously arranging and protecting the precious books that whispered words of forbidden ideas.

you mostly just stumbled around, cooking and reading occasionally, he paced the the desk he worked on, his brows knotted, clearly annoyed, glancing around the room.

"we can't afford to be reckless, if the government discover us were dead"

"then what's the fucking point in like, keeping all these books in good condition Jongho?" you argued, anger showing on your face. "yeah let's just sit back and fucking watch as the world falls into fucking stupidity, we, or at least I, have a duty to stand up and fight for what's right."

he just shook his head, expression pained. "I get you, I really do, but we gotta be cautious. We're not just fighting for ourselves anymore—we're fighting for every socialist, maoist, and whatever fucking else who can actually thing for themselves."

"so it better hiding in here, basically pissing yourself with fear? we have basically, all the power in the world, we can't let it slip through our fingers"

silence hung heavy in the air, but as days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, you both found yourselves pulling to eachother, a slow bond forming, a mix of loving to challenge authority and desire after being alone for so long

tensions still simmered between you, you grappled with the weight of your convictions and the sacrifices necessary to uphold them.

in the end, it was love that bridged the gap between your ideas. Through whispered conversations and stolen moments, finding common ground with your love, cuddling with eachother, both looking at the laptop in your lap, having finally published everything to the world... at the end of the day, you might be like ivory and ebony but atleast you had done it, let anyone think and imagine any world they want

a/n: AI generated ass title

© yuyubeans 2024

[whumpinthepot]

Hamster Interactive Story

CYOA

Hamster is a palm sized girl who is kept as a pet by a bubbly human named Ashley. Ashley is often at work during the day, leaving Hamster in her small cage for hours at a time with very little to do. Hamster gets lonely while Ashley’s gone, and wishes she could meet someone her own size so they can become real friends. Little does she know, someone is already watching her from inside the house.

Content: Giant/tiny, pet trope, cages, dehumanization, power dynamics, dubious handling (moving, dressing, posing), selective mutism, poor vision without glasses, food mention, doll house play, female cast, broken bones, negative animal encounter, ableism, being watched, blood, trapping, skin injury, loss of mobility device, home invasion

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Masterlist:

1. Caged

2. Brush

3. Hide

4. Defend

5. Sling

6. Clean

7. Vet

8. Threat

9. Eyes

10. Trapped

11. Jar

12. Decision

13. Hair

14. Questions

15. Photoshoot

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Don't be scared to ask me to tag anything I missed. If anyone wants to blacklist this story I will tag it as “hamster interactive story”

My sfw Giant/tiny blog —> @gtinthepot

Tag list: @frogkingdom @verkja @whumpsday @octopus-reactivated @marvel-gt @rsitb-second-account @fallen-grace-smd @winged-wolf-s-collection-of-arts @kyp-the-spacekiwi @ilasknives @hollowgast1 @redd956 @zobodahobo @alittlewhump @blackrosesandwhump @angst-after-dark @sandygarnelle @coppercoyoti @kim-poce @mayisreallygay @smoll-stace @demondamage @vickytokio @whump-in-the-closet @shadowsnowdapple @whumpy-wyrms @re-whump @cypresscove @whumpninja @highlighterwhump @taters169 @voraciousvore

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[ssparksflyy]

Hello :) usually I’m a Jason or Percy girl but can you make a Leo Valdez fic or canon when he feel like the seven weel (I can’t spell but I hope you understand) he felt insecure and alone. But his friend the reader who have a crush on him. Tell him that he is enough that, he doesn’t need to be powerfull or beautiful like others demidgod and that she loved liked for who he is. Please 🙏

ask and thou shall receive ༉‧₊˚.

forever winter ˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

pairing: leo valdez x fem!reader warning(s): tiny angst, fast-paced lowkey word count: 1.5k a/n: hiiii! tysm for requesting ♡♡ i hope u enjoy thisss! this could maybe get a pt. 2 ngl 🤭 idk we'll see when im done with my requests ♡ this is kind of based off of forever by taylor swift, just the lyric thats like "all this time i didn't know you were breaking down" :) im soso sorry this took me forever 2 get out, writers block can smd

you covered your ears as you entered bunker nine and were greeted with the screaming sound of a woodcutter in use.

leo, as always, was working on some new project and didn't hear you enter.

you walked over to his workbench and sat in the chair he had made specifically for your, because you spent so much time there together, and waited for him to finish what he was doing.

his eyes remained glued to what he was doing, still unaware of your presence. you couldn't help but stare at him while he worked. you admired the way his curls fell perfectly into place, the concentration on his face, the grease stains on his shirt, the veins that were popping out of his hands like streaks of lightning... lord you had to force yourself to look away.

he finally shut off the woodcutter and looked up, doing a double-take when he realized you were there, a small smile forming on his face.

"what're you doing here?" he asked.

"nothin, do i need an excuse to visit my best friend?" you asked, mirroring his smile.

he shook his head, looking down. something felt kind of... off about him, like something was bothering him.

"are you ok? did you want me to leave?" you asked him, putting you hand on the table and moving it closer to his.

he looked up at you, and you noticed the faint tear stains on his cheeks.

"no, no" he said quickly, grabbing you hand and giving it a small squeeze, "please stay."

you squeezed his hand back, "what's wrong?"

he sighed and pulled up a chair, sitting on it but never letting go of your hand, "have you ever felt like- like some people have got this kind-of inside joke that you aren't apart of or don't understand?"

you nodded slowly, unsure of where he was going with this.

"i, i kind of feel like that when im with the rest of the seven.. like yea we're all friends, but they're all also couples and im just.. there." he said, taking a small pause, "and-and, not to mention, they're all so much more powerful than i am. they're all good in battle, pros at sword fighting and what do i do? make stupid little projects? i dont know, i just feel like i look stupid next to them, like im hanging onto something that doesn't exist."

you stayed quiet, left in a small shock, finally when you managed to speak all you could say was, "leo, you should've told me this sooner, why didn't you?"

he looked down and shrugged, "didn't seem important"

you couldn't help but stay quiet again for a second. you felt like an idiot for not realizing how he felt sooner, sure you weren't the brightest, but there still had to be signs. he gave signs, and you didn't see them. what kind of a friend were you? and he didn't feel the need to tell you? did you do something wrong? had you said or done anything that might've led him to believe he couldn't tell you? you quickly shoved these feelings down. right now, the boy you loved was the one who needed help.

"first of all, you know you can talk to me about anything, okay? anything at all. whatever you feel is important, don't ignore it, you can tell me. you know i'm always gonna be here, im gonna stay through it all" you said, squeezing his hand and giving him a sincere look. he just smiled and nodded, showing you he was listening.

"second of all, im so sorry you feel like that. you do not look stupid next to them, okay? you are so powerful, i mean, you've got literal fire powers! also, did you just happen to forget about the time you built a whole flying ship!! and saved the world?? you aren't holding onto something that isn't there. they're your friends, they care about you, i swear they do. ever notice how percy's always replacing and leaving you water, so you dont get dehydrated? or how annabeth leaves little notes and suggestions on your blueprints? jason's always making sure theres a small breeze blowing through the forge, so you don't overheat, and piper- gods piper makes sure you've eaten and taken care of yourself more than i do! hazel and frank try to pop in and make sure you're okay whenever they visit. they care about you, i care about you, we all care about you leo. you're so important to all if us, especially me, okay? i have no idea what i'd do without you."

tears had began to spill from leo's eyes once again, but they weren't ones of sadness, you could tell, based of the smile that was on his face. he got up quickly from his seat, letting go of your hand and walking over to your side of the table, pulling you in for a bear hug, as he cried into the crook of your neck.

you hugged him back tightly, trying to ignore the fact that your heart was racing a million miles per second. leo was tapping something in morse code quickly on your back, he was yet to show you how to understand it, but it felt nice.

you stayed like that for a good minute, holding leo as he calmed down. you meant everything you said. he was your summer sun, and you'd fall to pieces if he wasn't there. it'd be a forever winter.

he was the one to break away, slowly moving away from the hug and looking down at you with glossy eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

"thank you, (y/n), for everything" he whispered, "i don't know what i'd do without you either."

you cupped he cheeks and lowered his head, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, "of course, i love you, repair boy."

you had no idea where this wave of confidence was coming from, but no matter what happened next, you knew you'd be freaking out about it later in your cabin.

"i love you too, (n/n). you're the greatest friend i could ever ask for."

you quickly snapped back into reality when you heard his words. friend. that's what you were. you'd let your stupid fantasies get the best of you, and now he probably felt uncomfortable, way to go!

you slowly removed your hands from his face, nodding your head and saying, "yea! i mean, you're the greatest friend i could ask for!"

he gave you a warm smile, but all you could feel is cold. cold and embarrassed. he moved back over to his side of the table sitting back down on his stool.

"so, you feeling ok now?" you asked, looking down.

"i am, yea. thank you, again." he said, his smile never leaving his face.

you looked over to the clock on his wall, "of course, im glad to hear. im so sorry, i lost track of time, i have to go." you said quickly, hopping down from your stool and walking toward the door.

"wait!" leo said, hopping down from his stool and taking a step forward before pausing. you turned around quickly, desperate for him to say anything that wouldn't make your actions from earlier look completely stupid., "see...see you at dinner?", he asked quickly.

you nodded your head quickly, desperate to get out of bunker nine before a single tear began to fall. you quickly opened the door, rushing out.

you walked a good distance away from the bunker before stopping by a tree, falling to the floor, and burying your face in your hands. you were so embarrassed, all you'd ever done with leo was brush hands and give an occasional comforting hug or hand squeeze. today you had not only done that, but also kissed his forehead and told him you loved him, only for him to call you his best friend. you were glad you cheered him up, and that he opened up to you, but perhaps you had gotten too in touch with your feelings, and now he has the possibility of never doing it again. you'd liked leo since he had arrived at camp, your crush only growing the closer you got. had you risked that today. tears slipped your eyes as you sat against the trunk of the tree, thoughts continuing to flood your mind.

little did you know though, just a few feet away, back in the bunker you had just left, leo was also stuck on what he had said.

he couldn't believe it. you were being so kind to him, like you always were, helping through something he was struggling with and all he could do was call you a great friend? he didn't think of you as just a friend, you were his whole world! so then why did he call you a friend?? he sat there, stuck in his pool of regret.

the two lovers, completely unaware of the feelings they shared for each other, feeling miles apart from each other, unable to say what they really feel.

a/n pt.2: again, im so so sorry this took so long to get out </3 hope you enjoyed tho! ive kinda been goin though it but we all good now :) anyway ima go watch mama mia now, have a good day/night!

peace from manhattan,

percy jackson 𖹭

[nat111love]

THONY AND ARMAN

THE CLEANING LADY |  1x07 

[b0rista]

— 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: sLight angst, just a lil bit. & language!

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: this is bertholdt x fem! reader.

"love me tender, love me sweet; never let me go."

he is,, so sweet.

quite closed off at first, as one would imagine— nevertheless, though, he's incredibly gentle to you, and just an all around sweetheart. bertholdt's known for his kinder tendencies, but with you, it's an entirely different playing field.

you would sit with both him and reiner during mealtimes, which typically goes either one of two ways: it's quiet, and mainly just simple conversation between the three of you. or, reiner gets pulled into some shitty shenanigan (usually enforced by connie or sasha), ultimately dragging you and your poor boyfriend with him.

^ one time, the three of you + connie and jean were challenged to steal a single pound of bread from commander shadis' quarters, without getting caught. you were nearly caught lmao, bertholdt had to enact his long limbs™ to reach out and yAnk you back into the shadows. it was romantic <3

when it isn't nighttime, cuddles with him are a motherfucking godsend. the two of you alternate between little spoon & big spoon, because both of y'all need that sort of comfort. he cherishes the moments where he can pull you into his chest, burying his face within your hair while the two of you serenade in the silence.

when it is nighttime, though, and the two of you are fast asleep, it's literal hell JDJFK. everyone knows about bert's heinous sleeping habits, and with yoU in the mixture?? lord, he's kicked you off the bed before.

he felt AWFUL

"oHhmygoDy/NareyouokAywhaThapPened-"

you end up developing a system, where you just fucking latch onto his back while the two of you sleep, locking him in place while also comfortably cuddling. sometimes you drool on his back lmao, but he doesn't mind.

matching PAJAMAAAAAS

yes, it was his idea. don't make fun of him, he's trying his bEST-

during expeditions, he quietly frets over you. while everyone is prepping for going outside the walls, he stares at you from a distance, trying his best to remain positive. reiner typically has to snap him out of it, placing a hand on his shoulder and telling him to focus.

he, however, does not focus!! the entire time, he's using his goddamn height to his advantage to glance above the crowd, making sure you're doing okay. he doesn't want to openly worry for you, though, because he doesn't want you to feel belittled. he's aware that you're strong, and he's aware that you're capable. still, you're his. he worries.

he'll drop his horse on its ass in order to save you from a dickless ogre, i'll tell y'all that much.

while reiner has grown a liking towards you, annie couldn't care less for your well-being. not at first, anyway. she really, really doesn't like you, or the threat you oppose towards their mission. of course, you don't even know about said mission, but nevertheless, bertholdt is better off without you. to her, you're nothing but a casualty.

^ this doesn't mean she can't GROW to like you, of course. for a long time, though she rlly doesn't like you

catching feelings for you wasn't easy at all for bert,, like at all. he constantly attacked himself for growing attached to you, and as his feelings intensified, so did his self hate. it felt as if he was betraying his homeland and the love of his life at the exact same time— everything contradicted against one another, leading to one hell of struggle. poor bby didn't know what he wanted more, to go home or be with you :,))

eventually (i'll let the reader imagine how), he gave in, and the time the two of you spend together is great 🥺

back to actual headcanons JDJF;&&(& bertholdt is OBSESSED with your hands. touching them, kissing them, holding them, etc. the gestures are always quiet, like placing his hand ontop of yours beneath the table, but they're sweet. he loves your hands, ty. in a modern world, he would paint your nails for you and do a DARN GOOD JOB 😭

if he catches you wearing one of his shirts, he'll melt right into the floor. he's a lanky fellow, so the shirt itself would definitely be somewhat loose on you, which he loves. one morning, you were in a rush to get out of the boy's barracks, and you accidentally grabbed his shirt instead of your own. during breakfast, he walked into the mell hall only to see you, iN his bigass shirt, the ends aggressively tucked into your pants so that it wouldn't sag.

he was like :0

nobody even realized that the two of you were an item until, like,, moNths into your relationship. he's keen on keeping things on the down low, he's introverted & constantly struggling xoxo. they found out through ymir, who caught him pecking you on the cheek before curfew. needless to say, she exposed you to the entire girl's bunker that same night.

one time before he asked you out you made a lesbian joke and he took it literally JDJJF

oh, she isn't even into men.

then like a week later he overheard you calling some random salesman in the city attractive and he was so fucking confused

whTsttegoiNgoN

eventually, reiner got sick of it and literally just asked you flat out: "so, what's your ballgame?"

bertholdt had eighteen back to back panic attacks in the corner KDKGKKOH

when it comes to your hobbies, he's got each and every one memorized. through silent pining for you from a distance, he's picked up on the little things. you're an artist? wow, he's obsessed. you're a poet? please, serenade him to sleep with your wishful thinking. you won't even have to tell him, by the time you're together, he just knows.

if you're short, he's,, protective. he's protective either way, but if you're on the smaller scale, he feels this undying need to just encAse you in his arms, protecting you from the outside world. he also wouldn't know how to act a majority of the time KDJKF he's literally a beanstalk of a man, how the fuck does he operate with you??

^ enjoy him having to lean down a considerable amount to kiss you on the forehead jjdhfh

the same goes for if you're of average height!! not too drastic of a difference.

if you're tall, you're a queen. he's humored whenever he sees you towering over the others, and he lOves the fact that he's one of the only ones that towers over you. it's actually really cute, seeing him smile like a cutie as he rests his cheek on the side of your head while the short bitches are biTteR

he's a tad bit obsessive when it comes to treating whatever wounds you may have, because he worries more intensely than most. you get a measly papercut, he's the only wrapping up your finger .7 seconds after you started bleeding. he does this thing once it's tended to where he places a tiny kiss atop the bandages, it's really sweet.

10/10 boyfriend, minus the angst that i refused to include 💞 smd smd SMD SMD

[originaldanganronpascenarios]

Can I request an angsty (Zombie AU)scenario Kazuichi Souda and his Fem S/O where they've been together for years now,almost like a married couple and then one day they bump into another group and she gets shot?

AH THE ANGST HOLLY SHIT MY HEART. I LEGITIMATELY FEEL BAD WHILE WRITING THIS AND I'M BEARLY KEEPING MY SHIT TOGETHER. GOD FUCKING DAMMIT I HAVE EVEN WORSE ONE IN THE INBOX HWJRJEJDOFOSLLQLZJDEJA. SMD.

Kazuichi with fem!S/O who gets shot after years together through zombie apocalypse.

Looking back now it seems like century ago. The whole zombie apocalypse started and fucked up your life.

On the beginning Kazuichi was ultimately scared and paranoid but the fact that you were around allways managed to calm him down.

With time you were acting just like a marriage. You allways took care of each other.

You were planning future what will you do and what will happen when all this will be over.

You two were equipped well and there weren't much zombies around as it used to be wich made things both better and worse.

Of course there still were some dick groups who killed HUMANS to take their belongings. You allways managed to escape them.

This time it wasn't any different but after you were safe were very exhausted aswell. You didn't slept in what seems like two days. Kazuichi was helping you walk.

It looked from far distance like you were a zombie who attacks Kazuichi. Unlucky you were as someone took out a gun and without hesitation shoot you.

He felt warm blood as you coughed. He freaked out and looked for aid kit after slowly setting you on the ground.

There was no hope he couldn't find it and leaving you alone whould be too much risk.

The group that shot you was surprised as they saw Kazuichi acting like this. He was furious and he tried everything to save you.

You were slowly bleeding to death as you told him to leave you. He couldn't stop crying as few tears rolled down your cheeks aswell. You managed to sit up and kiss him one last time before your final words "Kaz- I love you. P-please survive- for me" he shouted your name as he begged you not to leave him.

After your lifeless body dropped he didn't know what whould he do without you. In the very first day of apocalypse he almost got killed if you weren't there he whould be one of the zombies.

He felt so much despair he could kill those people off... But he didn't he knew you wouldn't want this...

Instead he shouted at them called them killers as they defended themselves with the fact how the situation looked like. Kazuichi wasn't buying any of this bullshit.

What he did was what you asked for. He survived for you and for memory of you.

~Mod Chiaki

[sayt0n]

[whereimfeminine]

Thanks for the link! Definitely up for any recs you have (what is Tallest Sky about?) :) I'm reading the stuff by thisonegoes on ao3 - no canon, and definitely love the angst of it. I have found Larry fics particularly, and occasionally Gryles, tend to show Harry as an overly childlike or ditzy character, which really annoys me; haven't seen too much of that in the Zarry stuff, though admittedly this is some of my first.

oohh fun, i’ll check out their stuff later on. I’m not sure I’ve particularly noticed that, although it def wouldn’t surprise me. It might just be the ones i’ve read, or that I read them a while ago and didn’t notice. Some of my other fave larry fics are shake me down by agreatperhaps12 (she has a great ziam fic too. i followed SMD as a WIP and augh i love it), and fading by tothemoonmydear (smth like that-- this one is v controversial and I get why, but I really liked it). and as always, def check trigger warnings for those b/c they can def both be very triggering. 

[whumpinthepot]

Hamster Interactive Story

Chapter 1. Caged

Content: Giant/tiny, pet trope, dehumanization, food mention, cages, poor vision, dubious handling, fluff, female cast,

Masterlist

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You’re bored.

You’ve been bored for quite some time now, trapped in your small hamster cage with very little to do while your owner, Ashley, is at work.

You’re covered from head to toe with white fluffy hamster bedding, including in your curly red hair, and it’s starting to get uncomfortable. Ashley had given you a toy brush to play with earlier but you haven’t touched it yet. It sits by the cage door, slowly sinking into the stuffing.

The T.V. is playing at a low volume across the room from the countertop your cage sits on. You’re not sure if it's meant to keep you company while alone, or if Ashley simply didn’t care to turn it off before leaving the house. Either way it's hard to see past your toes before your vision completely blurs, so watching T.V. isn’t really possible. It would take you a week just to walk close enough to see it, you were sure.

A yawn escapes you and you lean back, trying to decide what to do until Ashley comes home. Sleeping is always nice, but you don’t like being startled awake by her. Especially when she uses her hands to do it by poking at you; it makes your skin prickle from the unexpected invasion.

(Top two or so answers may be used)

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[whumpinthepot]

Hamster Interactive Story

CYOA

Chapter 6. Clean

Previous - Masterlist

Content: Giant/tiny, pet trope, cages, dehumanization, dubious handling, selective mutism, female cast, broken bones, forced medication, fever/sickness, dubious kiss (platonic, probably on the head)

Ashley’s Pov

Poll winners: Tie between “Wipe her clean”, and “Give her a minute to calm down” and a second tie with half the votes “Brush bedding from her hair”, and “Put her to bed”

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The poor girl is covered from head to toe in sweat, tears, and dirt from where most of it was swept under the counter where she was found. Her whole body quivers with shaky exhales, and she’s resting on her back with her eyes closed.

You can’t leave her looking like this; that would be disgraceful as a pet owner, so you dab a face cloth under warm water, and carefully wipe Hamster clean while little whimpers slip through her teeth. You’re careful of her left side where scrapes are littered across her skin, washing away any lingering grime until she looks more clean, and comfortable. 

Once that’s done, you give her a moment to calm down on her own while you tidy the bathroom. You keep an eye on her and make sure she’s nowhere near the ledge of the counter, but she doesn’t move. She ends up in a tight shaking ball with her hair pulled over her body to hide, and cover herself.

Once everything is in the trash, put away, and wiped up, you glance at the orange puff. Her shaking seems lighter, if just slightly. She’s gone through enough for the night and you really don’t feel it’s right to keep handling her. Though you did notice the brush on the floor as you were picking her up earlier. Her hair must be bothering her… 

Speaking softly, you lift her into your arms, careful not to rub against her makeshift cast. She’ll need help sleeping tonight, so you syringe a drop of liquid baby gravol into her mouth, and carry her to her cage.

You pick bits of fluff from her hair while you walk to ease the discomfort before placing her into the bedding after kissing her goodnight. 

To be safe, you also tie the cage door closed to keep her from falling again. You leave her alone for the rest of the night, and go to bed yourself.

When you check on her in the morning, Hamster is hot to the touch, and whimpering. Your heart lurches, and you scoop her to your chest while deciding what to do. 

Starting a GoFundMe seems to be less of an option and more of an obligation at this point. Her crying rips at your heartstrings as you snap a picture of her snuggled into your palm. You save the picture to your phone to upload once you have some free time. Hamster has quite the following on your social media, so you’re sure her fans will help you out. 

You promise her it will be okay. 

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Hamster Interactive Story

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Chapter 5. Sling

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TW: belittling thoughts towards someone, dehumanization, held down, dubious forced medication, broken bones, bruises, pet trope, shoddy first aid, tiny whump, dubious handling, female cast,

Ashley’s pov

Poll Winner: Take Hamster to the bathroom to fix her up

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The name “Ashley” reflects backwards on your name-tag in the bathroom mirror - you hardly had time to take it off after work. Hamster is crying in your hands, and you carefully lay her down on a face cloth next to the sink. 

With a few fingers holding her in place, you grab the first aid kit out of the cabinet.“I know baby girl, I know it hurts.” You make soft shushing sounds between your comforting phrases, and syringe a drop of liquid baby Tylenol into her crying mouth. Padding your manicured thumb over her lips to ensure she swallows it, you follow up by wiping any dribble off her cheeks. 

Now for that bruised, swollen arm… 

The bruising is already purple and you’re scared of aggravating it further with inspection. You don’t know where to begin, but vet bills are expensive and it’s already getting late. Your ice cream is probably melting where you left it on the floor with the groceries… But you don’t have time to worry about that. You have to stay focused. 

You have to make a customized sling for the girl, since you’re not sure if Hamster is smart enough to keep a traditional one on. You can easily picture her pulling it off in frustration. 

Hamster is still weeping, and she pushes at your fingers to try to get your hand off of her. You let go but lean against the counter to stop her from crawling off of it again while you cut small strips of bandage wrap to use. 

“I’m so sorry sweet pea, I have to wrap it up. My poor baby, I know, I know, its okay.” You speak in a soft sing-song voice, shushing her continually while you shift your hand underneath her back. She cries out like a tea kettle when you sit her up, and it makes your guts twist up in guilt. 

While apologizing a dozen more times you wrap her arm with the thinned bandages and swaddle it against her chest to hold it in place. 

Hamster’s hot tears land on your hand, tightening the knot in your stomach, and her crying dissolves into brief gasps of air. You stroke her back with two fingers and encourage her to breathe before getting her a syringe filled with water for her to drink from. She takes a few hasty gulps, then shoves it away from her face. 

Picking her up carefully, you look for any further injuries while her whimpering starts up again. She appears to be more or less okay, save for a few minor cuts and bruises, though she’s quivering and covered in clammy sweat. 

The poor thing is really exhausted… 

You don’t know how else to make this better for her, and your mind thinks of a million things at once. 

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Hamster Interactive Story

CYOA

Chapter 4: Defend

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Content and TW: negative animal encounter/fight (the mouse is ok dw), mean ableist thinking/ judgemental thinking, dubious handling/ grabbing, broken bones, food mention, Giant/tiny, pet trope, cages, dehumanization, selective mutism, poor vision without glasses,

Poll winner: Scare mouse off with a stick AND throw food into the middle of the room

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Before you can make up your mind, the mouse is on top of Hamster with its claws digging into her arm. It sniffs around her hair for something to eat but only finds wood chips. When she screams in alarm it startles the mouse, causing it to jump. 

You’re worried it will turn aggressive as a defense and bite her. You have no time to make up your mind, and you’re stuck between attacking it, or distracting it with some food you had been saving.

Registering both thoughts at once you reach into your pocket for some cookie crumbs, and the other hand for your stick, all while picking up your pace towards her.

You charge the mouse with a growl rolling up your throat and swing wildly at it, hitting its side. It’s surprised and squeaks loudly, but you know the warning shot won't leave any damage. Hamster covers her head with her good arm and kicks away from you and the mouse. You throw the food into the kitchen opening, and hit the mouse again when it turns on you. Once it flinches away with another alarming squeak you wave the food in front of it until it locks eyes with its potential meal. You throw those crumbs towards the same spot as before. 

The mouse turns away, finally leaving you alone and follows the crumb trail with its little hands padding around the floor to gather everything up. It appears to find this a winning situation, and scurries off.

You turn around to see if Hamster is watching, but she looks too scared to move, and hasn't noticed you. When you approach she startles, then squints towards you like she can’t really see what you are. 

God… Is she blind too? 

Maybe you can get away without her seeing you, but the risk of that is too high.

Right as you open your mouth to threaten her into secrecy the human walks through the front door, and a heavy bag of groceries lands hard onto the floor with a rattling thud right where Hamster was laying when she fell. 

Ashley is home, and you have to flee. You rush back into hiding where you couldn’t be seen or grabbed.

It doesn't take long for the human to notice the path of fluff that leads directly to Hamster. You watch from your hiding spot as a pale hand reaches for the girl and grabs her. Hamster is already crying out in pain when she gets swept up to Ashley’s chest, and you can’t say you particularly enjoy seeing her this way. Still, it's better her than you. 

You decide to leave for now, Ashley could handle the rest. 

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Hamster Interactive Story

Chapter 3. Hide

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General Content: Giant/tiny, pet trope, cages, dehumanization, dubious handling (moving, dressing, posing), selective mutism, poor vision without glasses

TW for this chapter: Negative animal encounter, being watched, broken bones, judgmental/ ableist thinking,

Vote: Hide under the counter

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Your name is Soap Scrub. You’re a drifter, but have been squatting here for a few weeks. Mostly because the human Ashley is an avid doll clothes collector, as are you. You’re also fascinated with the girl, Hamster. Hamster is strange, living as one of those human’s pets. It’s weird -  she never talks or leaves her cage.

Until today…

In horror, you watch her fall to her death from where you’re tucked inside the cupboards. She slams sideways onto the hard floor, her red hair falling around her, almost enveloping her body. You’re positive that fall has killed her… Except she isn’t dead. She’s crying and dragging herself under the counter to hide. 

Wow, what a clumsy girl…

You climb down the corner of the wall so you’ll stay hidden, and run under the counter where she can’t see you. She’s crying so hard she can’t seem to pull in a full breath, and curls into a ball around her arm. The sight makes you wince, but it’s still not safe to show yourself. Ashley is too big of a threat to you. 

You’re worried enough to stay close, but you stay hidden. You watch her for a while, watching her self-soothe and calm her breathing. 

Unfortunately, you’re not the only one watching her. There’s a large brown mouse who looks hungry enough to turn aggressive. 

The creature approaches Hamster, sniffing the air before zeroing in on her. It starts running towards her, but she doesn’t seem to see it.

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Content warning: Pet trope, Giant/tiny, female cast, poor vision, selective mutism, vertigo, heights, hair pulling, broken bones, cages, falling, 

Votes: Brush the bedding out of your hair and check the cage door to leave! 

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You lean over to pad around for the brush, digging your arms into the fluff until you triumphantly resurface with the plastic toy. Gingerly you start working away at the tips of your hair, feeling around for debris that has gotten stuck in it. You work for a while, tossing fluff to the side, one section at a time… 

It's no good. 

Every time you manage to clean a chunk of your curls, and start on the next layer, your clean hair gets bedding caught in it all over again. There's too much hair and too much fluff in your cage to handle separating the two.

You have to get away from it. Only for a minute.

You crawl for the cage door with a thudding in your chest at the thought of leaving your cozy nest. It takes a second to figure out the latch with your hands, but it flips open easily. You squirm your way out of the heavy door, and land on the cold hard counter. 

A sharp breath fills your lungs, and for a moment you’re too stunned to move. The brush clatters beside you.

You can only see the marble pattern right underneath your thighs, but beyond that it becomes such a bad blur that you can’t see where the ledge of the counter ends.

Slowly you start brushing your hair again, and now you throw the fluff as far from you as possible. You’re doing well and the pressure starts to lift from your shoulders. 

Until you reach the back. 

The brush tangles up in your curls, and when you yank it, it lodges deeper against your scalp. Tears spring to your eyes, and panic causes you to tug the brush sharply in an attempt to rip it from your hair. The sting mixed with the motion sends waves of dizziness over your body and you lose balance, falling sideways.

The counter ledge is closer than you realize, and instead of marble hitting your sides, it's just air.  

You’re falling. 

Falling.

An explosion of hot metallic pain slaps your whole body, and the air is knocked out of you, leaving you winded. Your arm throbs like thunder, and you bite back a nauseating scream. 

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