#cw suffocating

[blueequin0x]

Goretober 2022 - 8] Computer Virus // Art + Speedpaint

They probably shouldn’t have opened a file named ‘Virus.mp3.exe’ …

Can you tell by the total time that I’m not used to drawing Protogens? Also this is my 3rd attempt at this prompt because I kept hating the idea I had, then completely changing the concept of the drawing lmao. I had far too much fun making the glitched bluescreen with the repeating text, it’s basic but it just feels fun to do lol

CONTENT WARNINGS: character suffocating/choking, some blood, possible animal death? [animal in question is a protogen], a murderous computer virus // please tell me if I missed any :]

First image is the version without blood, Second image is the version with blood

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DO NOT REPOST // DO NOT REMOVE CAPTION AND CONTENT WARNINGS

total time taken: 11 hours 40 minutes + however long it took me to do the on-paper sketch

link to the speedpaint: https://youtu.be/iiqVbWx0DAU

zoomed in versions:

[simonbrain]

ok ok how about this but the roles are reversed and make it a little dark bc i'm crazy

cw: depictions of violence, they are unfortunately matching each other's freaks

you fucking despise him.

that infuriating, egotistical bastard goes harder on you than anyone else during practice, stretching you to your limits until purples and blues are blooming all over your skin and you're doing the limp of shame back to the side of the sparring mat. absolutely seething when he gives you a once-over, eyes crinkled with mirth just the slightest before he huffs and turns away.

that stupid, freakish brute. that mancunian mutt.

petty insults were all you could come up with in your head each time you were near him because you knew when to hold your tongue, even if you didn't want to. even if all you wanted to do was spit in his face and call him an ugly cunt, you actually valued your life.

then the insults delved into something deeper and darker the rougher he got with you. now, instead of mocking the crooked way his mask is sitting, you think about bashing that damn skull on his face right back into his own until pink matter coats the ground. each time he barks at you to run faster, you think about strapping him to a chair, strapping his feet to another, and stomping right down the middle and shattering his knees.

"think you've been spendin' more time at the mess than in the gym," while he's got you rendered immobile on the floor, and you're gritting through the urge to reenact the current scenario of kicking him right in the balls that's playing in your head. "stop slouching and fix that fuckin' form," while you're doing hand-to-hand combat, and you're imagining an anvil falling from the sky and flattening him on impact.

is it healthy to imagine such gruesome things happening to your lieutenant? definitely not. do they help you get through each and every interaction with him? a little bit. you're just happy no one can see them but you. you're not really keen on earning the reputation for being a crazy bitch.

(little do you know, ghost sees each and every sick fantasy you have about him in your head.

he's been seeing them for a while now, and the only reason he isn't scruffing you and teaching you a lesson is because he has been filing away the images in his head and tugging his cock to them every night. all that rage you have, all that hate you carry for him, nothing like it has made him feel this wound up before. it's the reason he's so mean, the reason he throws you around like a rag doll and sneers at you like you're nothing but a nuisance.

and he should probably be pissed at the audacity you have, at your bratty attitude and dark, heavy glares, but each scenario you come up with, more creative than the last, only serves to work him up further. it's getting ridiculous how fast his cock fills out whenever he's near you, how heavy his breathing gets whenever he takes a peek in your head and sees all the horrible ways you want to kill him.

he's really hoping you try it. he's hoping he wakes up to you holding his own pillow over his face while he sleeps; he hopes you finally give in to your fucked-up desires and hurt him like you've been so desperately wanting to.)

[conspicuous-clown-car]

pushing boundaries

[paintingpuff]

When there's not enough official Outer Wilds merch so you make your own poster

[sunandmoonseisai]

Funny... Cooking show...

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

Hiyaaa I saw your recent post about hunter + kitsune geto and I’m curious. How would hunter! Geto go about infantilizing reader?

😭😭😭 WELL . forgive me to the people who get squicked out by infantilization but there is. lots and lots of it in the yan!sugu (= hunter!sugu) fic ……

it ties into his reasons for kidnapping you in the first place but . in short he babies you in a way that feels demeaning and also very Literal. like he truly views you as His Baby. a bumbling fawn. in his mind he’s doing what’s best for you because you can’t think for yourself, can’t keep yourself safe without him. i won’t spoil too much about the fic but hunter!sugu is a man who has reached his breaking point lmao. and this view of you manifests both in how gently he treats you, how eager he is to take care of you, along with like …. him rocking you in his lap and reading you bedtime stories and cooing at your outbursts because to him you just don’t know any better.

basically: his view of you is infantilizing in nature because you are this tiny helpless thing . in his mind. he’s gentle and sweet and coddling to a sickening degree and essentially playing house with you

[sprunkimortality]

Saves? Is something going on? I think we're all worried about you.

Sprinkles: "But Grandpapa Black, I wanna see if Grandpapa Saves is okay!"

Black: "This is a grown-up matter, Sprinkles. Just stay here and...go play with your toys."

Sprinkles: "I can't play when I'm worried!"

Black: "Then try to distract yourself, kid."

[The door closes shut as Black leaves the home. Sprinkles pauses, looking towards the door for a while.]

Sprinkles: "...hrrmphh!"

[She frustratedly hops on the floor.]

Sprinkles: "It's not fair! Why can't I go see Grandpapa?! He's my family too!"

[Sprinkles let out a huff, clenching her paws.]

Sprinkles: "...hrmph...I wanna find a way to help...I just need to figure out how..."

(CONTENT WARNINGS IN TAGS. PROCEED WITH CAUTION)

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Saves: "...hgh..."

Saves: "Hrk-! Ghhk-!!"

Saves: "HHGGKK--!!"

???: "Saves-!"

Saves: "AAAAAAAHHH!!!"

Simon: "Saves! A- Are you okay? You're breathing all weirdly...!"

Saves: "Hfff...hfff....hff...."

Saves: "S...S-S...Samson?"

Simon: "It's...Simon, actually...hey, at least your breathing is slowing down now!"

Saves: "..."

Simon: "...do you wanna tell me what's wrong?"

Saves: "...n...n-no..."

Simon: "Oh-! Uh, that's okay!...maybe I could cheer you up somehow? I've got some little thingies you might wanna check out, if you want...?"

Saves: "...o-okay."

Simon: "Alright...!"

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[stale-trash]

Hi, of that's, can I please have yandere Jade x reader who tries to break up with her? (Headcanon). How would Jade react and what would she do in this situation?

I am assuming you mean Jade from Honkai Star Rail. If not, I'm sorry!!

cw: yandere/possessive behavior, very questionable behavior, implied violence, possible ooc

A/N: I have yet to play any of the quests she's in (╥﹏╥). I hope I did her justice!!

Bold of you to even assume you have the option to break-up with her. No matter how you end up in a relationship with her - willing or unwilling - your fate is sealed. 

Jade knows every aspect of her desires, from their depth to their origins. When she sets her mind to something, precious little can get in her way.

How she acquired you determines how she reacts to your ill-advised statement. If you are in a contract with her, she would take some time to remind you of your position - how truly nice you have it.  

It'd start small, like having you organize paperwork in the pawnshop where you'd get a first hand look at Lady Bonajade's dealings. Many desires are laid bare in front of you; some are honorable, others deplorable, and both are equally pondered upon by the lavishly clad woman. It’s hard to understand the logic behind most of the dealings, yet you remembered the time you occupied their positions - the way your desires slipped past your lips to be scrutinized by Lady Bonajade. 

You also get to see what happens to those who step out of line - more specifically, the bureaucratic aftermath. The written records of their punishment, outstanding debt, and next steps are so clinical regardless of the situation. It doesn't matter if they were fighting for their life or attempting to pull a fast one - there was no leeway. 

There was no reason for Jade to drape you in expensive fabric and opulent jewels. There was no reason for Jade to have you by her side doing menial tasks. There was no reason for Jade to suffocate you in her cold embrace and colder favor.

There was no reason for Jade to treat you like a lover. All the contract specified in its convoluted wording was that you're hers to use as she sees fit. 

If you somehow aren't apologizing for your behavior and willingly accepting whatever humiliating punishment she has in mind within a week, Lady Bonajade has no problem pushing you further. 

You'd lose all of her "favor" slowly until you're nothing but another IPC grunt. You won't be in any threat of dying, but there are many things worse than death prowling the cosmos. Don't worry, it won't be anything Jade can't fix given the appropriate price. 

All you need to do is apologize, and beg for her favor once again. Of course, a benevolent woman such as her would be more than willing to reevaluate your contract - though, it is in your interest to note that this is a one-time offer. If you were to repeat this mistake again, the punishment wouldn’t be so light. 

If you aren't in a contract with her, that would change. This relationship wouldn’t just end because you will it. But she'll let you slip from her embrace for now.

Jade is not above dismantling every aspect of your life piece by piece until you come crawling back. You can choose how much is destroyed - your social life, finances, career prospects, or even the lives of your close ones - by walking back into that pawnshop of hers.

She doesn't ask for what you seek nor what you desire - those are irrelevant in the face of her own. No, she asks if you've come back to your senses, a pet name rolling off her lips oh-so-naturally as if she hadn't constructed your downfall.

A contract is placed in front of you, the written words melting together into an indecipherable mess. Her signature was the only legible word in the entire document, with a blank spot ready for your own. 

You may gain everything you've naively wished for many years ago with a few strokes of ink - insurmountable wealth, a lavish lifestyle, and a lack of mundane worries - but gilded chains are still chains.

[thesewingmachine]

before I share these prompts, I just wanted to let everybody know that I have experience with most of these first hand as I was recently hospitalised and had a feeding tube inserted nasally

with that being said, onto the prompts! :D

- whumpee has to deal with the throat/nasal trauma after having an ng tube inserted for the first time

- whumpee has their ng tube inserted wrong (can puncture things inside)

- whumpees ng tube gets stuck in the throat as it’s being inserted, it eventually goes down, though their throat is scraped raw afterward and their aspirate is full of blood

- whumpees ng dislodged inside of them and ends up in their lung

- whumpee has a panic attack over having their ng inserted for the second time because they can’t go through that again

- whumper handles whumpees feeds, they purposely push air down whumpees tube

- whumpee can’t aspirate and has to pull off multiple syringes of air (imagine your stomach is acting like one of those shrink wrap bags, and that’s how it feels)

- whumpee has a throat infection around the same time their tube has to be changed

- whumpee turns down any offers for a bowl presuming that their gag reflexes won’t act up whilst their ng tube is inserted. They’re wrong, of course, and now their nurse, friend, etc, has to finish the job with whumpee covered in their own vomit.

I might add on to this later but that’s all I can think of so far! if anyone has any questions or would like to add on to this, please ask away or feel free to do so! <3

[heelkenny]

Kota Ibushi casually attempts murder on his opponent and the ref - 8/25/2024

[aarontveit]

GRACELAND | 2013 - 2015 S02E13: Faith 7

"What did you do?" "Sid. I gave him the name."

[patheticpretending]

This song really reminded me of James for sum reason..... So I made this,,,

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

Febuwhump day 1

Vocal cords

CW suffocation, left to die

When Whumpee woke up, lying down on a hard surface, his breath hitched in his throat as he tried to look around. In the dark, feeling like the walls were closing on him, a scream bubbled up in his throat, but only a hoarse whimper escaped his parted lips. He raised his hand, bumping into another wall above him. His breathing quickened, getting more and more hysterical as he realised where he was; some kind of wooden box. A coffin.

Whumpee wheezed, desperately trying to scream, to make some noise, but the only sounds escaping his throat were soft, strangled gasps. He raised a shaky hand to his neck, and immediately withdrew it, a flash of pain coming from his throat.

Whumpee tried to keep his cool. Surely his team was already searching for him, they would be here soon, he just had to be patient. Most importantly, he had to save his air. How long would it take in such a cramped space before he started to suffocate ? Long enough, he hoped. So he focused on taking slow, deep breaths, feeling his pulse slow down.

Hours went by, slowly. He faded in and out of consciousness, each time struggling more and more to breathe. It felt like the air was heavy, and it was as if he had to fight for each inhalation. Whumpee had never been one to give up easily, but he couldn't help but think that this was the end. He was gonna suffocate in this hellhole, alone and silent.

Suddenly, a noise reached him. Sound, finally. Footsteps, far away, as if several feet above him; but echoing like detonations in the silence. Voices too, even if they were too muffled for him to make out words, whumpee could've sworn they were his friends'. They had found him, they were coming, and the man allowed hope to wash over him again.

He waited. Each breath more shuddering than the previous. Why were they taking so long ? He didn't know where exactly whumper had locked him up, but surely a coffin was noticeable enough? Maybe he was in a basement, and the door was locked. It had to be that; and his team must be looking for a key, or something.

Silence fell. No more footsteps. Whumpee tried to stay calm, but his breathing was turning frantic again, as he struggled to draw in enough air. They were leaving. They were leaving. He opened his mouth in a muted scream, as he was left in the silence again.

@febuwhump

[jackalsraised]

Chica and her cupcake

[m-kuprum]

I love the ocean. it makes me Think Of Things.

it made me think how it works in tma because, honestly, there's so much you can do with it.

it's deep, it's almost endless in a way, sometimes it's so very empty, you feel lost, not even know where is up. it is the vast

it's also choking. the water is everywhere, it embraces you from all sides, burying in tons of water, taking out your breath. it is the buried

it's unexplored. it's unexplained sometimes, there, where the light doesn't reach. it hides so many secrets, so many terrifying things. it is the dark

have you ever been in the open ocean? have you seen the unending waters? it's as lonely as it can get.

I wonder if I could fit all other fears here? the desolation with it's destructive nature, the corruption with a hundred crawling things on the ocean floor, the slaughter with all the myths about danger in the waters (or are they myths really)

it's all to say - I love the ocean guys :)) I think it's nice!! come on, the water's warm!

- a.m. kuprum

[the--other]

Guys why are we attacking the other??? they're clearly super strong its a bad idea

POCKET SAND

⚠️ CW Asfixia/Suffocation and Emetophobia/Vomit mention

The Witchlight Mist is almost so dense and horribly fetid, it's really impossible to breathe. Either you'll die by asfixia or vomiting your guts out.(¿?