#cw: suffocation

[swiftbluelightning]

Pelipper Mail! A nightmare. //TW medical themes, dehumanization, suffocation.

Project S sat in its enclosure. It was bored. There were footsteps outside. That meant it was time for another Test. The doors opened without a sound, and Project S got up and walked out. It had done this enough times to know what was expected. And what would happen if it didn’t comply.

The Scientist was waiting just outside the door, as usual. 

“Status report.”

Project S began rattling off a report, barely aware of what it was saying. It watched the Scientist taking notes on a clipboard and nodding.

“Good, good. It’s been long enough that we can do another mako tolerance test. Come on then, Project S.”

The Scientist was proud of it, it thought. Proud that it was able to do another Test so soon. The breaks between Tests were getting shorter and shorter, and that meant Project S was doing good, right?

It had gotten distracted. They had already arrived in the lab while it had been thinking. The lights were too bright. It climbed onto its usual place on the cold metal table. There were no restraints. Project S was well trained. It laid still as the Scientist stalked over. There were some other people there, but they weren’t Him, so it didn’t think about them. They were inconsequential.

“We’re trying something different today. Follow me.”

Immediately, it got up and walked over to the Scientist. Next to Him was a large tank filled with mako, the eerie blue-green glow clearly different. Like Project S. It stayed still as it was raised and then suddenly dropped into the tank. Out of some kind of instinct, it closed its eyes and held its breath.

“Stop that.”

It couldn’t. It couldn’t. It could feel the sting of the mako against its skin. It didn’t want it in its lungs.

“Project S! Did you not hear me?”

It heard. It knew. But it couldn’t stop. Without even realising, it had curled up, chubby hands tangling in silver hair. The mako was seeping through its eyelids, burning. Something inside it was screaming, telling it to listen, to obey, didn’t it know what would happen? But the voice was drowned out, some feeling crawling up its throat, choking it, strangling it- it couldn’t breathe-

It was pulled out of the tank.

[A video is attached — Luna seems to be in the middle of a nightmare.

"No— Please— I don't want—"

Maria, next to her, begins gently shaking her, trying to wake her. "Luna, my love, it's just a nightmare— Luna!"

One last cry, and Luna shoots awake, eyes darting around in a panic. "M-maria— I'm sorry, I didn't mean—"

Maria scoops her into a tight hug. "No apologies. I care not that you woke me. If anything, I'm grateful I could wake you."

Luna's breathing slows and calms, and she, somewhat shakily, returns the hug. "Thank you," she mutters, fervent. "I love you. Thank you."

"You will be alright. You will be. I will make it so with my own two hands if I have to," Maria replies in a whisper. "What... what was tormenting you?"

"...I don't— the details are strange. But... but I was being experimented on, and... it hurt. It hurt so much." Luna's voice is a hoarse rattle. "I— I was burning and choking and I— it felt— it felt like I was dying again, like when I was young, I— it's a miracle I'm alive, Maria," she whispers. "Even— even before I ever met you. I could have died, I nearly did, and— and it felt like that all over again."

"...I have protected you once. I could not have protected you in your youth. But I can now. And I will." Maria squeezes tighter. "If I— if I can use my strength for anything, this self honed to a weapon's edge, then I am glad it is for you." There is a long, quiet pause. "I love you."

"I love you too," Luna murmurs.

The video ends there.]

[the-delightful-temptation]

“Sir..” One of the moth ladies gets near Valentino, shily kneeling near him. “Alkas finished the deliveries but…”

She hesitates as the overlord sits up on his couch, eyes glowing behind the screen of smoke.

“She didn’t kill the imps. Reports are that some bar chatter on the district said something about a new delivery from you..  ” 

“What?” His eyes seemed to be burning with rage, it was impossible to see his face behind all the red smoke, just a dark silhouette. He crawls on the couch, getting near the moth sinner. “She can’t even kill two unimportant imps??”

The moth lady flinches, her entire body wanting to take a step back but she held her ground. 

“A-and.. she didn’t come baa- argh!”

Before she could finish the sentence Valentino lounged at the moth sinner, grabbing her throat and lifting her from the ground.

“She didn’t?” His golden claws tightened around her throat, she gasped for air and scratched his hands while she was held.

“P- leas-e sir… cough– I can-t.” 

Valentino clenched his jaw along with his grip, enough for some blood to pour out of the moth’s neck. He throws her away, hitting the wall and laying on the floor, coughing as she tries to get some air.

“Get out!” He yells getting up from the couch and searching his phone for some numbers. “I’ll have to deal with this myself…”

[runekeepershymnal]

Boy howdy are the two people above me correct! But let me provide some details / citations / specific, recent examples.

Just a couple things OSHA regulates that you would probably miss if they were gone:

Workplace temperature and humidity. See, I would prefer that, if I'm working in an office, that it isn't unreasonably hot or cold, as this helps me refrain from biting people, among other things.

Storage. As someone who's worked in a storeroom environment with only one exit (thanks, guy whose office led to the only other exit, for locking your door so we could die in a fire if ours was blocked), with a fuckton of materials and not enough place to store them, having boxes fall on top of you / shelves collapse on you is not fucking fun. You know how Ikea shelves/dressers now come with brackets to bolt it to the wall because they kept getting pulled over onto people? That, but industrial shelving. OSHA's got ya.

Corporations have pushed a narrative of regulations/bureaucracy always bad for centuries, just like law enforcement has pushed the all lawyers are scum narrative (and corporations/insurance companies have pushed the "ambulance chaser" lawyer narrative).

Go through OSHA's press releases and look at the shit they've had to enforce for. Horrible deaths that they try to keep your employer from inflicting on you to make more money include:

Electrocution

Being scalded to death in a steam explosion

Being buried alive

Drowning

Dismemberment by industrial saw

Biohazards

Amputations

Having your head crushed

Suffocating in grain

Poisoning (mercury, arsenic, pick your flavor!)

Suffocating in a literal sewer.

Cop behavior. For the love of fuck. Without regulations we'd be living in an even more Charles Dickens workhouse-ass situation than we are.

I’m still thinking about that “is OSHA regulations Cop Behavior” post. Like. You know who thinks regulations are for losers? People who build submersibles out of logitech gamepads and rejected carbon fibre. People who trust starlink as their only surface lifeline.

Do you wanna be like the fine film on the floor of the Atlantic that was once a billionaire? Is that the hill you’re really gonna die on?

We have an expression in my field- “Regulations Are Written In Blood”

People don’t have fucking safety standards as a power trip, we have them because somewhere in the past, NOT having those regulations killed or maimed someone.

A lot of laws out there are bullshit- safety regulations sure as fuck aren’t. I have the literal scars to prove it.

[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