#choked on my shock

[cloudynoxx]

accidentally hit the backspace while i was typing "are vampires demons" and ended up with "are vampires doms"

[izzystizzys]

There is a scratch mark on the floor of the Council chambers that Mace has never noticed before. Not a deep one, mind, quite shallow. This matters because it’s making the white-hot pulse of agony stabbing through his eyeballs ebb momentarily. Then, he chances a glance upwards at the fidgeting Knight in front of them, and it returns in full force.

Huh, he’s never seen Oppo Rancisis’ face turn that colour before.

“Hmm”, Master Yoda hums, deep and scratchy. His expression is unreadable even to Mace beyond a baseline gremlinness, and the force with which he grips the edges of his seat is making his bones creak. Master of the Order you should become, they said. Follow the calling of the Force, you should. A fulfilling purpose, it will be. Mace is going to hunt the little goblin for sport when this is all over, and he’s going to laugh the whole time.

“Show us the livestream again, could you, Knight Parvo?” Yoda asks. Mace bursts a capillary, he’s pretty sure, and so does poor Knight Parvo, whose orange Mon Cala skin tips all the way into blood red with stress. “Most unusual, this is.”

“Absolutely not!”, Ki Adi intervenes before Mace has to, thank the Force for little mercies. Plo Koon’s tusks tremble slightly with either suppressed laughter or abject horror, maybe both, and Stass Allie has her head in her hands. “The holo stills should be enough”, Ki Adi proceeds to add, and Mace has to reconsider all feelings of grace he just felt towards his fellow Councillor.

He never wants to watch Yoda zoom in on someone’s abs again. Or Depa raise her eyebrows at the curve of thighs bent over the dripping front of a speeder.

“Speeder Wash For Our Troops”, his former padawan reads out loud from a still of what has to be hundreds of the things gathered in the public senate parking lot. “Fund Our Boys And Get A Wet Seeing-To!” The series of images features dozens of Coruscant Guard troopers in various stages of unkitted, gleaming and shining with soap suds and water. The fact that the whole thing is also massive shatterpoint after massive shatterpoint is, quite frankly, insulting.

“Well hello- oh dear”, Obi-Wan’s blue form crackles to life in his chair, followed by several sounds of choking that are definitely not him. Good, Mace thinks acidly. If he has to deal with this, then so does kriffing Skywalker. “I’m sorry, why am I looking at Commander Thorn using a washrag like a lasso on top of a speeder?”

“Oh, the Guard’s little fundraising project”, Bail Organa says, as he steps into the Council chambers. Normally, Mace likes the man well enough. Now, he just smiles and adds on, “I’ve already donated, in mine and Breha’s name. Remotely, of course.”

“The Guard’s fundraising speeder wash?”, Obi-Wan repeats, edges of his holo form flickering with what Mace suspects is Skywalker very unsubtly trying to edge in. Force, but the man really is horrible at any and all stealth, like kissing his secret wife in an open arena in front of his Master. “And they are fundraising for…?”

“GAR budget allocations have to come from somewhere”, Organa shrugs. “And with the tide of public opinion turning, they’ve been tending towards cuts. The Guard feels them more keenly than any other sector - they’ve been reduced from half to quarter rations, and medical supplies have not made more than a token appearance in the last draft. The Chancellor has cancelled three consecutive meetings on the matter, and thus it was agreed that a more hands-on approach was needed. Any surplus will go into the Army fund.”

“Surely it can’t be that dire”, Oppo protests, a slightly less concerning shade of purple now. Senator Organa shrugs again, jostling the smattering of cracks slowly building around his person in a way that makes Mace wince quietly. “It’s all publicly available data, Masters.”

It really can be that dire, as it turns out. And quarter rations is only scratching the surface of how dire, considering the Guard has apparently never had access to bacta in all their posting, and also includes requisitioning forms available to the Senate for reconditionings and decommissionings, two words Mace has only heard Ponds whispers amidst shuddering in the early days of the war before Shaak Ti went off and just about tore some throats out over it.

“Alright”, he concedes, rubbing at his temples. “Fair enough, we have failed to tackle a massive blind spot in the Guard’s well being. There is no Jedi assigned to Coruscant, and that’s an oversight on our behalf. But how in the everloving kriff did this get past the Chancellor and Commander Fox?!”

Who have both signed, black on white. Bail Organa smiles cryptically. “Well, if you scroll a bit past that one image, up to the industrial speeder in the back - Commander Fox is currently having credits stuffed into his codpiece in the back, I believe.”

“HE’S WHAT IN THE WHAT NOW”, Commander Cody screeches through the speaker of Obi-Wan’s holo image, and Mace has to summon every bit of Jedi-serenity he possesses in his body to keep from dropkicking a cackling Yoda through the chamber windows.

[spittingspite]

Y'all don't understand I didn't think they'd do it

I didn't see the leak. I'm assuming it was about the kiss but I didn't see it I just knew it existed and did my best to avoid it. I went into season 2 blind, fully expecting Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship to be similar to season one: small romantic moments, a few puppydog eyes from Aziraphale, soft little glances, something undeniably there but never stated or named. I was ready for a season where they loved each other but loved each other in their own way, a way easily read as romantic but a way that many, many people would also easily read as not romantic at all. I was ready for the extent of what we got to be something similar to season one and Neil and the casts' word that they love each other

I didn't think we'd get a kiss. I didn't think we'd get a confession. I was ready to not get those things, I was okay with not getting those things. My main worry was people getting their hopes up about a kiss and then being disappointed, or even angry, when it didn't happen. I was like "it would be nice, but I doubt Neil and the rest of the team will want to take that route, which is fine it's their story after all". I cannot stress enough that I did not think they'd do it

And then they did it

(While ripping my heart out but they did it nonetheless)

[nat-20s]

Look I like. Get that a lot of disturbing/extreme horror/splatter punk novels are very specifically trying to be as gross as possible. But my reaction to hearing what happens in them really is just. "Hmm. Gross"

[imjustavenuxwithaboomerang]

who was gonna tell me that julie bowen (THE claire dunphy) is aware of milo manheim's existence

AND THINKS HE'S HOT

[lesbianwyllravengard]

Even my homophobic father made the comment of Luis being too gay when Leon says "be straight with me for once"

[tildeathiwillwrite]

June of Doom Day 27

"Or what?" / Defiance / Display / Last Resort

Prompts List | Event Masterpost

Hero x Villain Masterpost | <- Previous Part | Next Part ->

Fandom: Original Work

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

@scaewolf @doctorsawyer @pinkrangerv @42questionsandaloafofbread

CW: choking, swearing, captivity whump, power suppression cuffs, scream, weapon, electrocution, unconsciousness, assumed death, shock, referenced injuries

A/N: Just as June is coming to a close, so too is this whump story! I got one, maybe two parts left to go that might bleed into July a little bit.

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They couldn’t breathe.

Leader’s hand was tight around their throat, painfully so, and their other clamped firmly around the power suppression cuffs around Hero’s wrists.

They couldn’t breathe.

Hero’s mouth opened and closed, their abdomen spasming as their body tried and failed to draw in air.

They couldn’t breathe.

“P… please… can’t… can’t….”

They couldn’t breathe.

Leader smirked, their fingers constricting even further.

They couldn’t breathe.

“I realize now,” Leader whispered, their lips inches from Hero’s ear, “you were never cut out for this line of work.”

They couldn’t breathe.

Darkness encroached the edge of their vision.

They couldn’t breathe.

“It was only a matter of time, before—”

Boom!

An explosion rocked the building to its foundations, throwing Leader off balance. They cursed, releasing Hero and whirling around, hand on their comm. “Techie, what’s happening?”

Hero sank to the floor, gasping for air, hands probing at the bruises on their neck left by Leader’s vise-like grip.

“Techie?! Shit!” Leader glanced over their shoulder at Hero, almost as an afterthought. “I’ll deal with you later,” they spat, yanking off one of their gloves as they sprinted out the cell door, slamming it shut behind them.

Hero’s heartbeat pounded in their ears as they sat there, back against the wall. Techie? What’s going on? Are we under attack?

Who would try to break in here in such an obvious way?

It didn't matter.

This is my only chance.

Hero slowly rose to their feet, leaning heavily against the wall as their vision tunneled, the cell spinning around them. They breathed deeply, listening intently to Leader’s shouts and fading footsteps. As soon as they were out of earshot, Hero would try to get out of the cuffs, and then—!

Leader screamed.

Hero froze, eyes wide.

They’d never heard that sound before. Leader had always seemed so untouchable, so invulnerable. They were never afraid, always in control of every situation. The scream of pain was long, filled with agony, echoing eerily down the hallway.

It cut off abruptly.

Thud.

The hallway fell silent.

Too silent.

Hero’s breathing came in quick, panicked gasps. Who had taken down Leader? Who had caused them to scream in such a way? Not Villain, surely not. Antihero? But how did they know—

Footsteps echoed down the corridor. Hero stiffened and rushed to the cell door, despite the slight tinge of fear that whoever had attacked Leader so successfully might not be an ally. But they didn’t care. Anyone was better than Leader.

When the cell door opened and a familiar face stepped inside, Hero gaped. “Techie?!”

Techie smiled ruefully. They carried a massive weapon, almost as big as they were, fashioned of shiny metal and buttons and lights, vibrating with a low, ominous buzz. “Hey.”

“You… I thought… thought you wouldn’t… did you cause the explosion!?”

Techie actually chuckled, setting the weapon down on the floor and gesturing to Hero’s wrists. “Let me unlock those.”

“Did you?”

“Yes.” The power suppression cuffs fell from Hero’s wrists, and they gasped softly as their powers flooded back, like blood through a numb limb. “I needed something to distract the others,” Techie continued, retrieving their weapon. For such a large object, they carried it as if it were made of paper maché. “I’ve decided that I’m done. Done watching them hurt innocents, harm desperate people, kill those who didn’t deserve it.”

Hero rubbed at the welts left behind by the cuffs on their wrists. “And Leader… was that….”

“Yes.”

“Are they…?”

“I don’t know.”

Hero stared at Techie, shocked by their hard expression. They swallowed nervously. “Where’s Villain?”

Techie nodded their head down the hallway and stepped back, allowing Hero to leave the cell. They glanced in the direction Leader had gone.

Leader's body lay motionless on the ground at the far end of the corridor, at the foot of the staircase leading to the upper floors. Hero could almost imagine Techie standing at the top of the stairs, their gun-like weapon in hand, as Leader appeared at the bottom.

“What about—?”

Techie shook their head. “Please… it's hard enough just thinking about it.”

“Right….”

“Villain needs medical attention,” Techie said, turning and walking in the opposite direction of the staircase. “They had a serious concussion, and Leader certainly made it worse, and—shit!”

“Hey!” Shapeshifter's voice called from behind them. “Stop right there!”

Techie turned on the spot, their weapon humming loudly as it powered up. “Shitshitshit!” They muttered as Shapeshifter closed the distance between them, transforming into a mountain lion and speeding up.

Fwoom!

Hero jumped back as a huge burst of energy, not unlike Pyrokinetic’s fireballs, exploded out of the business end of Techie's weapon. It almost filled the hallway and crackled with electricity, slamming into Shapeshifter. The mountain lion yowled in pain, collapsing to the floor, unmoving.

For a moment, everything was silent. Hero glanced at Techie, who looked like they were about to vomit. Their hands trembled. “I…” they whispered, “this… was only a last resort… I… I can't…”

Hero took a deep breath and turned away. “Villain?”

“Right…” Techie murmured absently, “this way.”

[loupy-mongoose]

Next Previous Arc Start

Randy's not offended here, just concerned. Until he connects some dots, anyway. Meanwhile, Lav is feeling something off...

I used ill instead of sick because "Are you ill" is something my mom likes to say when my brother or I act out of the ordinary.

[v-arbellanaris]

i actually cant listen to i'm not calling you a liar except once every 3 months because the immediate emotions dragged out of me cannot be contained by my flesh prison

[whumpypepsigal]

The Recruit s01e08: #himbo-in-distress

[dairyfreenugget]

(Going insane boinkinh one AU in my head)

Hey hey hey

May I interest you in

(Slowly slides my FaaF AU towards you but void just Disappears without a trace one day before the accolade)

Teehee

[zeroducks-2]

Could I ask for a number 10 or 21?? Whatever you want. Both sound insane for sladick. <3

10. "Don't you dare" + 21. "Say my name" - Dick Grayson/Slade Wilson

(TW drowning, non-descriptive torture)

Waterboarding isn't the type of torture that should be attempted by amateurs, given that everything can go very wrong in a matter of seconds.

Dick is well capable of holding his breath underwater for more than five minutes. Not that much more than five minutes, but still. And it's probably because of it that his "interviewer" gets a bit overexcited, and decides to just... hold his head into the metal vat, without letting him up. At all. Dick makes a show of thrashing and trying to kick after less than ninety seconds, but it doesn't work and the asshole clubs him at the base of his back, strong enough for something in his pelvis to break, and Dick's focus is gone.

Water starts getting in his lungs and panic is quick to set in, but adrenaline fuels his burning muscles as Dick forcefully emerges with a snap, nape colliding with that fucker's face accompanied by the telltale crack of a nose breaking. And just like that he's out of the water but he still can't breathe. Regardless of how much he tries to cough and hack, his lungs stay full and it's with more rising panic that he realizes to be suffocating on the floor of the interrogation room.

He doesn't really feel it when someone lifts him up and cuts the rope around his wrists, he just registers that his arms now are free and there's pressure just below his rib-cage, then nothing, then a blow that forces him to bend over and expel a mouthful of water.

«Don't you dare.» A snarl comes from behind his back, then there's another blow to his upper abdomen, upsetting his already broken ribs, and Dick would likely scream if it wasn't that there is no room for air in his lungs. More water comes out. «Don't you fucking dare, kid. Breathe.»

Dick tries his best, fumbling for air and managing a strangled cry when more pressure forces him to cough, and finally he manages to gasp and draw a sliver of air in.

Again he's not sure exactly what happens after that, but at some point he's being held against someone's side, still mildly coughing but he's pretty sure he isn't going to die at this point. He chances a look around and sees the man who was interrogating him; he's lying face down in a pool of blood, and Dick's eyes narrow, he can't have killed him. He broke his nose, didn't he? But just that, the man shouldn't be dead. What the hell.

«There you are.»

Dick's head gets pulled up as he's held more upright, and he manages to sit up with a grunt, ignoring the pain all over. He frowns at the black and orange of the man's mask, and his addled brain puts together that Deathstroke is the one who killed Dick's torturer; all that blood comes from a bullet in the head, not a stupid broken nose. «Look up here.» There's a quiet hiss of smoke and then the man's helmet goes, showing gray hair and a sharp blue eye. Dick winces at his frown and looks away, but the other snaps his fingers and makes him reflexively look back. «Say my name.»

«Hn. Slade.» He croaks, but a moment later he's surprised to see the man's expression distend in relief.

«Yeah.» Slade roughly runs a hand through his damp hair on the nape, and weird as it is to acknowledge it, holds him tighter for a moment. «You're okay.»

«Were you... hah... doubting it...?» He rasps out, forcing a grin, and the man replies with a glare.

«What the hell came into you.» Slade pinches his chin with his usual "no arguments" tone, his glower staying. «I'm the one who decides when you work alone and when not. You were not supposed to take initiative.»

«What are you gonna do?» Dick coughs, having to turn around to expel more water. Slade lets him, helping him stay up in the process. «...punish me?»

«You know very well that I should.»

That's what Slade would normally do for a job badly done. It hasn't happened in a while though, and it's not like Dick remembers it fondly, but also... well, he kind of thinks he deserves it, because he really did mess up this time. He's gotten himself captured, to name one. Fledgling nonsense, that's what this is. At least he didn't speak a word and revealed absolutely nothing, even if it resulted in almost an entire week of starvation, a leg broken in two parts, a dislocated shoulder, contusions over the entirety of his back...

«Did they-» Slade narrows his eye and a flash passes through it, something wild that in another situation would make Dick wary. «Did they touch you...?»

Dick knows what that means. He shakes his head, not that it would change the fate of the people who captured him. He knows they're all dead already, or anyway they will be soon. But... at least it can help Slade's peace of mind. It's going to take a bit more convincing though, given the searching stare and the way the man grips him tight. Dick sighs and it sounds wet like he's had a chest infection, and tightens both hands on the man's biceps, forcing his swollen left arm to move.

«They didn't.» He says, trying to sound as assured as he can. «They didn't, Slade, I swear. They just beat me up. They wanted to know about you but they didn't make it personal... just this one,» he nods to the body of the man who went this close to drowning him. «I guess he had a few screws loose. But the others were, heh... pretty professional.»

The lines of Slade's face remain hard but there's something that unspools in his expression, Dick can tell. «Alright.» He concedes, touching a thumb to Dick's cheek subtly and briefly enough that Dick isn't sure he hasn't imagined it. «Now let's get out of here.»

Thank you for asking anon ♥ Here's the prompt list for whoever wants to peruse it, or send me another prompt :)

[birdbeep1s]

caught!

@rusttbuckett 'd stupid fucking shark man >:[ playing DIRTY!!!

[chrliekclly]

personally i prefer unresolved tension n my media nd am not actually of th "canon macden pls" group but if it did happen and i was on set while they filmed it i think i wd cease to exist

[metvmorqhoses]

It's funny that they decided to cut out all the romance from the books and add a choking scene so that people would stop ship darklina, but it didn't work because they probably didn't know that darklinas don’t mind chocking kink according some fics

Find yourself a man who can do both

[ecstasyiphigenia]

if any of you want to see me get choked and waterboarded it happens in this 15 minute workshop thing i’m doing. i’d say how did we get here but I know it was me also i’m playing medea