#broken phone

[omgiamwish]

Whumptober 2023 Day 10 - Broken Phone

[sentbyjax]

Wow! I have 500 followers now… that’s a lot of people hehe… mmm I must be really good if I’m getting that many!… I might open my DMs for a few nights… I’m super bored anyways

[onlytiktoks]

@a-captions-blog

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptober 2023 | Day 10 | The Bee’s Whumptober Masterlist 

“Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

Broken Phone | Stranded | “You said you’d never leave.”

CW: yandere whumper, maybe broken bone, kidnapping, noncon drugging, syringe

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Whumpee held their phone up to the sky, waving it around fruitlessly as they squinted up at the screen, hoping to be blessed by tiny bars of cell service gracing the hotbar of their phone. No such luck. They groaned much too loudly, enough that their friend would overhear and hopefully come to their heroic rescue.

“WhumpeeEERRRRRRR,” they called out, imitating a particularly annoying preschooler they used to hate. “There’s no signal. If you were gonna take me camping in the middle of nowhere, the least you could do is provide high-speed wifi.”

“Mm, yeah, my mistake, many apologies, m’lord.” Whumper deadpanned with a smirk as they scouted out the campsite, matching Whumpee’s banter. “I’ll take you to the Bermuda Triangle next time. Even less service there, so I’ve heard. ”

Whumpee let out an exaggerated gasp. “You wouldn’t! That's it, I’m canceling you on Twitter!”

“Right.” They made their way over to Whumpee, leaning against the car with their arms crossed, head tilted to the side. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that without cell service?”

“As soon as we get the high-speed wifi I requested, it’s over for you.”

“But then you couldn’t cancel me for not getting you wifi because you’ll have wifi, right?”

“Don't try to sway me with such trivial things as facts and logic!” Whumpee decreed hautilily. "You must be punished for your crimes. Your execution will be glorious!”

Whumper grinned despite their exaggerated tough guy act. Whumpee always knew how to make them smile. Their heart had been racing ever since they left, wondering if they were making the right choice here. They could still back out, just have a regular nice, normal camping trip with Whumpee.

But no. Whumper had to bite their lip to not fully oggle at Whumpee as they stood on the edge of the trunk, bantering without a care in the world. A warm all-consuming pressure filled Whumper’s chest and they had to make a physical effort not to squeal like a child when their crush noticed them for the first time. Soon they would have this all the time. This was the right choice.

They jumped up to join Whumpee on the lip of the trunk, awkwardly slouching down under the trunk door proper. “Well, might be kind of hard to execute me if you can’t cancel me in the first place, no?”

“You gonna do somethin’ about it?” Whumpee raised a challenging eyebrow at them. Whumper had to manually remember how to breathe. 

They snatched Whumpee’s phone out of their grasp and lept down from the trunk, sprinting halfway across the campsite and turning around to dangle the phone tauntingly before Whumpee even had a chance to jump down.

“Can’t cancel me without access to the outside world at all, yeah?”

“Oh, fuck you, Whumper!”

“You would!”

Whumpee snorted, jumping down and sprinted toward Whumper, but Whumper took off again in a different direction, so they were still the same distance away by the time Whumpee made it to Whumper’s original spot.

Whumpee blew some air up their face, their bangs fluttering up in the most adorable way. They made their way toward Whumper again, this time walking normally, panting lightly and holding out their hand. “Okay, seriously, I need my phone back please."

Whumper squeezed the phone in a death grip and bit the inside of their cheek, so hard they almost drew blood. They cherished moment, the way their heart fluttered. It may be a while before they and Whumpee could have moments like this again, but after that, life would be nothing but these moments.

Whumpee grabbed onto Whumper's shoulder to leverage themself up to the arm holding their phone toward the sky, but their hand fell just short of reaching. One of the advantages of being the taller one. But then Whumpee used their shoulder as a boost to jump higher, and Whumper had to stumble back to keep the phone away from them. Whumpee’s knees buckled from the sudden absence of Whumper's body to brace the fall and they fell on their ass with a shriek. Oh no. No no no.

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” Whumper yelled, backing up further.

Whumpee hissed. A telltale redness of the eyes betraying held-back tears as they cursed to fire shooting up their tailbone. 

“What was that for?” They demanded, more confused and pained than angry. Even when Whumper accidentally hurt them, they didn't get mad; Whumper could have cried. Whumpee really was perfect, weren’t they?

“Just give me my phone, would ya, man? Jesus, I think I bruised my tailbone or something. We might need to actually call someone now, or go to urgent care…”

“You can’t do that, Whumpee. Sorry.”

Whumpee, for the first time, groaned in annoyance and tilted their chin up at Whumper. That would need correcting later. But even still, the actions made Whumper want to squeeze Whumpee until they popped.

“Why not? You break the cell service on purpose? Or did you actually take me out here to kidnap me, torture me, then leave my remains strewn about the woods so they’d never find me again?” A wry smile crept onto their face again, one which quickly disappeared as soon as Whumper spoke again.

“Well… one out of the three.”

“What?” Their eyes widened into a brief flash of fear before the mask of confusion settled on their features again. Whumper always took the joke too far sometimes. They knew that. With some effort and a clenched jaw, they pushed up to their knees. “Whumper, stop fucking around and help me up. I need to get to a doctor.”

Whumper closed their eyes and took a deep breath, a loud roaring in their ears. No turning back now. 

They threw Whumpee's phone on the ground and smashed the heel of their hiking boot into the fragile glass, and Whumpee cried out, falling out of their precarious squat and straight onto their tailbone, then spasming out so they laid trembling on their side. Whumper stomped on the phone until it more resembled broken spare parts than an actual device, then swished it around in the dirt just to make sure.

Whumpee stared at the dust-bitten parts with wide eyes, mouth agape. Then their fiery gaze shot up and found Whumper. “What the FUCK?! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"

Whumper stared at Whumpee, hardly able to breathe. This was it. The Confession.

“I’m sorry I have to do this, Whumpee, but I can’t let anyone else have you anymore. That includes people on your phone. You’re mine. And I’m yours. They might try to get in our way, and if that happens, I wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate the problem entirely. I know you might be in shock right now, but I think you’ll find that in time... I mean, I’ll make sure you never want for anything and no one–... no one will… Are you– Do you need help?...”

Whumpee struggled to their feet with shaky legs, wincing the entire time, breathing heavily, almost like a panic response. They never took their eyes off Whumper. It would have been perfect, except for the terrified and hurt and still slightly disbelieving expression that etched into their features. Whumper tried to go and help them up, but Whumpee practically lept backward, almost toppling over again in the process.

“The fuck?! No, stay away from me! This is– What is this? You’re actually kidnapping me?”

“No, no, Whumpee, look, you’re in shock,” Whumper rushed forward and grabbed them by the forearms to hold them steady. Whumpee tugged away violently, but still, Whumper held them fast. “I have a cabin out here, no one will find us, we’ll go there and we can patch you up and you can–”

“No, no! Let go of me Whumper, let me go, I don’t want to be kidnapped! Let me go, please, please I can’t– I can’t– please–... don’t–…”

Whumpee was getting hysterical, their breaths shallow and fast, their face so much whiter than normal and tears falling freely down their cheeks. This was all wrong. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

Thankfully, Whumper was always prepared. As gently as possible, they wrenched Whumpee’s arm downward and Whumpee collapsed to their knees at Whumper’s feet. Whumper slipped the syringe out of their pocket. A pre-measured dose. Just for Whumpee.

“Whumpee, you’re hysterical. I’m going to put you to this’ll help you relax, almost like you’re asleep. You won’t be able to move, but know you’ll always be safe from now on. With me.”

Whumpee tried to tug away from Whumpers iron grip, breath hitching intensely as they unsuccessfully tried to back up, shaking their head and pleading, “No–, no no no–, I don't–, please don’t, just– let me go–  I don’t– stop, stop, stop stop no stop stopstopstopSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP PLEASE!!”

Then they plunged the needle into Whumpee’s arm, more forcefully than they meant to. Whumpee was starting to get on their nerves. They let out a strangled cry, still trying desperately to pull away, struggling with all their might. Until they couldn’t anymore. They swallowed, doing their damnedest to fight the drug overpowering their body, slowly shutting them down. All that did was work the poison around their body faster. Their actions slowly got weaker and weaker until they collapsed into Whumper’s arms, eyes slowely blinking and unfocused, barely seeing through the fog.

Whumper smiled down into Whumpee’s eyes, scooping them up into a bridal carry, their head lolling against their chest.

“See, isn’t that better? Let’s go home and get those injuries all fixed up for you. I’ll make sure you get settled in nice and snug. You’ll love it… I’m so glad we’re finally going through with this. I’d be lost without you, dear. And you’d be lost without me.”

[clintbartonruinedmylife]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 10

"Broken Phone, Stranded"

“You gotta be fucking kidding me!” Clint burst out and glared at his phone. 

“What’s wrong?” Nat asked. She removed her helmet, brushed her hair back with one hand and walked around the bike. 

“This,” Clint turned his phone around and showed her the screen. It was dark and the display was broken. “This is wrong,” he sighed. 

“Crap,” Nat said. “And you didn’t come up with the idea to fill up before we started?” 

“I did,” he said and pointed at the street behind them. There was a visible trail on the surface. “It’s not gas we’re lacking, it’s oil.” 

Nat went over to Clint, touched the leg of his leather suit and looked at her hand. 

“Crap,” she said again. “Guess we’re stranded in the middle of nowhere.”  

“How could you forget your phone at home?” Clint asked angrily. 

“How could you drop yours the moment we need it?” Nat snapped back. They both glared at each other for a long moment, before Clint finally deflated.

“Fine,” he said. “Guess we… uh… we have to push it.” 

“We can leave it and just walk,” Nat said. “And then we come back and get it.” 

“You expect me to leave my bike where the cows fly backwards? Clint asked incredulously. 

“And you expect me to push this thing till we find our way back to civilization?” Nat hissed back. 

And again they stood opposite of each other and glared at each other. 

“Okay,” Clint said and raised  his fist. “Rock, paper, scissors.” 

“Are you kidding?” Nat asked, a brow raised.

“No,” Clint shook his head. “I’ve never been more serious in my life.” 

“Clinton,” Natasha pressed through her teeth. “I swear to God…” 

But Clint just held her eyes and after another long moment of glaring Nat raised her fist, too. 

“One, two, three,” Clint counted. And then he grinned because he had rock and Nat had scissors. 

“bortaS bIr jablu'DI' reH QaQqu' nay',” she muttered, took her helmet, tied it to the bike and grabbed one of the handles. 

“Did you just vow vengeance in Klingon?” Clint asked and grabbed the other handle and they both started to push the heavy bike. 

“No,” Nat said. “But if you don’t invite me to a spa weekend in near future your bike may or may not gain some damage,” she added with one of her sweetest smiles. 

“You wouldn’t hurt my bike!” Clint gasped and Nat’s smile turned into a wicked smirk. “You would. You totally would!” 

“Less talking, more pushing, Barton,” she grinned and went back to push the bike along the empty road in the middle of nowhere.

[thatsgonnaleaveamark]

whumptober 2023 - day 10 broken phone // "you said you'd never leave"

[waffleduckiegacha]

So guys! Fun news, I may or may not of broken my phone like a month ago and only gotten one recently... BUT I'm doomed because I couldn't transfer any of my gacha data to my new phone so I'm starting from scratch SO YAY! EXPECT REDESIGNS OF LIKE ALL MY OCS YALL!!

[clovrrz-lucki-star]

my phone is not supposed to have purple.

yeah so this happened around 10 and its just been spreading... used to be a tiny purple splotch, not anymore. I've restarted and all.

[lilacisaflower]

Update: lol phone fell out of my pocket

But…. Look at my lil curls! They’re so cute 🥰

[sweetdreamfallx]

Aaand my phone is broken. It starts to turn on and off and on and off and so on. It also started to call by itself 911/112 (alarm call) and then turns off.

So commissions are now fully focused on getting new phone. Chip might got broken because of acting like it. So yeah, I need your help, guys.

So I need 4-5 Full Pack commissions.

Commission progression: 0%

[jin-jamm-desu]

Lol watching the Black void in the corner of my screen get bigger because I keep fucking up my phone

1. It got cracked bc I'm a clumsy bitch

2. It got cracked more

3.I dropped it on some fucking concrete AGAIN and now I can see for 1cm on the entire left of my screen

4. Now I have to use the 1 handed setting for my keyboard to even understand what I'm writing

5. There is a little black pocket void on the bottoms left of my screen

6. Everytime I get upset I keep fucking up my phone worse.

Oh- why didn't you get a case? OH Yous ShoulA GottTenn A CaSe

I FUCKING KNOW

STOP TELLING ME SHIT I ALREADY KNOW

I'm so pissed off right now

This is like my 23rd personal device

[rarllover3753]

guess who’s phone has been broken for 2 days???

[tsnmi]

[sentbyjax]

What do you do in your free time?

I am technically a writer… but I mainly take pictures to post later here or to send to the guy I like

[pringledraws]

guys my phone broke so all my designs for my crossover au are gone :C

[friendlies-af]

Broken phone p1

Today my sister (@littleangelblogstuff) and I played Broken Phone using a AI. I drew a picture, gave it to the AI, it described what it saw, and after that my sister drew from this text (and vice versa).

I'll start with my sister's drawing. She drew Jack and Phone Guy from DSAF 2.

And this is what the AI saw: 2boys, blue shirt, frown, male focus, mask, multiple boys, orange skin, personification, red hair, shirt, short sleeves, tears, white background.

Looking at this text, I thought that Jack could be holding Dave's mask, thinking that he died or something happened to him. But Dave stands nearby and “What are you doing, old sport?”

This time the AI saw this: 1boy, 1girl, ?, closed eyes, colored skin, crying, ponytail, purple skin, sad, scar, shirt, tears, transparent background.

1 girl?? OK! My sister clearly enjoyed drawing this piece. "Didn't you leave me a kebab?", "Next time I'll eat you".

So now it's my turn!

Suddenly I wanted to draw William and Michael. The son hit his father in the face, but he is not very angry (is that really William???).

I was surprised that the AI saw my drawing quite accurately: 2boys, black hair, blood, brown hair, crying, male focus, multiple boys, nosebleed, purple shirt, shirt, short hair, smile, tears, upper body.

And how glad I was that my sister understood the idea well! (This is definitely not William… then who?)

AI: 2boys, blood, blue eyes, brown hair, closed eyes, colored skin, covering mouth, crossed arms, male focus, multiple boys, purple skin, tears.

Considering that I knew what characters were there, I wanted to make a liiiiittle surprise with creepy~

WHY NOT?! And that is all. Perhaps there will be something similar in the future.