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Whumptober day 12:
"I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?"
Red | insomnia | "im up, im up!"
Fandom: Voltron
Prompts used: All
Alrighty! Part 2 of day 3! Hehehehehe! (This turned Klancey on me so fast i didnt even see it coming…) As always the timeline is screwed, I am pickpocketing the moments I want and placing them on a conspiracy board to my aesthetic liking. This deals with the aftermath of isolation, and its effects- to the best of my limited knowledge- so please tread carefully. Would love to hear from y'all if you like it! Thanks!
Ps: Since alien measures of time are slightly longer I'm going off of someone elses calculations of what they may be. (Spiralled_Fury on A03) so a movement is 1.23 weeks which is roughly 8 days and something hours.
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The observation deck is quiet and dark, nothing but that soothing blue glow of Altean technology- nothing like that yellow of-
The stars, foreign as they may be, are nice to look at. The castle hums, and Blue is present in his mind, and it's a calm night in the open space. In a few minutes he'll make his rounds, check on each inhabitant of the castle, each of whom he sent to bed about a varga- hour- ago. It's been about a movement- a week since the pod, and that extra day and a little that he was in it- since his… rescue. He's tried his best to return to what was, but sometimes he wonders if he even should.
He loves his team, he has been 'loverboy Lance' since practically birth. He cared so deeply about others, in detriment to himself typically, that even as a baby he knew when something was wrong with his family. They worried about him and his horrid taste in people, Hunk had barely made the cut and he's… well Hunk. But he just knows that if his Mama had been here watching their lives, he'd have gotten smacked upside the head, hugged to death, and whisked away with only the destruction her Chancla left behind them.
That other voice in his head however pipes up, reminding him that they are children in war, lost in space and far away from all they have ever known. This team of teenagers is being led by two young adults, with one actual adult juggling a million duties behind them. This is a battlefield, and in a castle meant to house so many many more, 7 people barely fill a corner of it.
Lance knows that they are good people. The thing that scared his family the most, was not that he could not discern the good and the bad people, but that he cared for them anyway like it would do something. (That's not true, he went to them because they gave him the time of day, you can only be used if you have a use after all…)
But with the team, he knew they were good people. But they were also tired, traumatized and thrust into the turbulence, trials and tribulations of war and adulthood in one go. Lance had chosen who he was going to be the minute they'd all met in the desert. For kids lost in space needed something to ground them, something to make them smile, and remind them to rest, and to reminisce on home and what they fight for. But that apparently also made him the least, it felt like he was always coming up short or failing all together. That what he was doing was nothing to the team.
He… didn't want to go back to that. But if he had to choose between that and the room, well… it wasn't a hard choice he supposed.
His knees creak as he stands, he has to consciously straighten his back and neck- he doesn't have to duck or crouch anymore, there's room Lance, remember- his legs wobble for only a second before he takes his first step. He reminds himself that that's okay, he was gone for… a long time, and he sat or crouched or layed for all of it, his legs needed time to adjust to walking again.
Bare feet pad slightly as he makes his familiar route. The Alteans are first, he can hear Corans snoring outside his door, and a small peek shows Allura curled up with the mice slumbering in her hair, her brow is relaxed and form loose, she needed the rest. Shiro is next, and he frowns at his leader's tense form, fist clenched in his sheets. He leans against the doorway, wracking his brain for a tune, and hums the first one he thinks of softly. He doesn't know why it works, why Shiro's whole form melts into the bed after a few moments of it, but he won't complain either, Shiro deserved good sleep.
Hunk is next, and like Coran he can hear his snores through the door, though a deeper timbre and slightly quieter. He wants to peek in but Hunk is a light sleeper so he allows himself a few moments to listen before moving to Pidges room. The little gremlin is stubborn and Lance always has to prepare for the possibility of her being awake, so he braces himself as he opens her door. Her breaths are soft and though he has to maneuver around her heaps of who knows what, he finally finds her sprawled like a broken starfish in her bed, glasses askew and laptop haphazardly on her lap. He smiles at the drool at the corner of her mouth and shakes his head, carefully slipping off her glasses and placing them atop her laptop on her side table. He pulls the covers over her as she curls up on her side and lingers for only a moment, he still has one more person to check on.
Keith's room is empty, two warring feelings hit him at once- a wave of panic and a tired sigh of exasperation. He makes his way to the training room, hearing the sounds of the gladiator from down the hall. He's too tired to interrupt this time round, Keith's chest is heaving so he'll probably be done soon anyway. He leans against the doorway watching mullet maneuver around the sparring section, more aggression than tact in his movements than usual, and finds his eyes feeling heavy.
It's not a new feeling, he's felt strangely heavy for a while now despite his ribs doing their best at being one of those wooden frogs that you can make croak. He's only been able to get a few hours in this week, not that the team knows, or they haven't said anything. But everytime he closes his eyes…
The walls glow yellow and seem to creep closer every time he blinks, but if he doesn't blood starts to seep from the crevices he could never peel open and flood the room. He'll float there, eyes unblinking as he screams but no sound reaches his ears. The not bread and the not water dance a tango in front of him before launching down his throat as pain erupts from his very bones and his head expLOADS-
"LANCE!"
"I'm up, I'm up!" He flails, wobbles backwards, falls-
Finds himself looking into Keith's frazzled eyes as the sweaty samurai holds him to his tense form. The image and sensations are too real, it was just a dream, he must have dozed off, he's fine, Keith is here and he's fine.
"Sorry, I uh… was here to make you sleep ha…" Lance's body refuses to cooperate, but Keith seems to read him well enough, moving them until they're both simply sitting in the entrance.
"You were… uh, you didn't look er no, I mean that it just seemed like something was freaking you out." Keith to his part, is even more awkward than Lance, but he's also actively working his sentences through so that's something.
"Oh yeah… I'm fine, sorry." Lance looks away, rubbing at his face to stave off what he saw.
"You look exhausted, I thought you were already in bed. What are you doing up again?" Keith ducks his head to see his face, sweaty mullet hanging in a scraggly mess.
"I look awesome." Lance scoffs halfheartedly, definitely not saying what he was going to say because 'I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?' Would not go over well.
"What!? What do you mean days??"
Oh well, maybe he's more tired than he thought. Lance laughs stiffly, moving to stand, but only accomplishing a weird half crawl wobble before Keith moves to keep him in place, they naturally fall into a tuffle because like hell is Lance going to have this conversation when hes so artfully avoided it and no ones brought it up and everything is FINE!
And he's pinned.
Keith is slightly winded- Lance's boney knees had a few purposes thank you- but he has Lance's wrists pinned on either side of his head, and legs pinning the rest of him in an annoyingly cool move that Lance will be learning later. But there's no triumphant grin or banter, instead worry still clouds his expression.
"Have you slept at all since you've… been back?" He- like everyone on this ship- have refused to really bring up what went down. And it's not like Lance did either! But he's scared still, of things that happen again before his eyes. Keith's finger presses gently on his cheek, turning Lance's teary eyes towards him once again. "Talk to me, Sharpshooter."
And Lance's soul, tired and weary, breaks open like a flood gate. Tears leaked down his cheeks- warm, they were always so warm against his cold skin- and he trembles- shivers, it was cold there, he was so cold.
"I'm scared." He utters the words like a secret, and really it is one. Even if they saw him broken and at the end of his rope, Lance had tried so hard to return to his role when he got back, to be useful… “I don’t want to go back Keith.”
“We will never let that happen! That guy isn’t going to hurt anyone ever again, and I promise to keep anyone else from doing it too!” Keith’s adamant response and determined eyes are enough to make him sob again, Keith falters wiping some of the tears absentmindedly. “What did I miss?”
“I don’t,” he swallows thickly, trying to get his thoughts in order, “want to be the seventh wheel anymore. The least. I don’t want to be alone. Please don’t-” he chokes on another sob and Lance is hurriedly pulled into a warm embrace.
He’s startled for only a moment before heat chases away his cold, and safety wraps around him, and he burrows into it, hands gripping tightly around shoulders, afraid the moment will end too soon.
“I’m sorry we made you feel that way. We were an absolute mess without you Lance, you have no idea how lost we were, I think I was literally ready to kill one of them. And I wasn’t alone in the sentiment. We can’t do this without you, and I don’t think we’d want to either.”
“I think,” he sniffles, voice muffled in Keith’s chest, “that’s the most I’ve heard you say at once in a while.” He squeezes tighter, voice softer, “thank you.”
“I don’t know exactly what you went through, but I’m here if you need anything. And the team will be too, I’ll make sure of it okay?” Lance is hesitant in his nod, worry still deep in his chest. “Alright dork, movie night on the couch. If you’re gonna be awake so am I.”
Keith stands and Lance yelps as he’s lifted, gripping Keith’s throat tight enough to choke. His face burns a brilliant shade of red to match his swollen eyes no doubt, and he can only give Keith’s little grin a petulant look.
“I can walk.”
“You could.” Keith agrees as he turns and starts the journey towards the common room.
Lance watches him as they walk, aware of how out of character this was for them, How much Keith surprised him. He even worries this is a dream, that he’ll wake up alone in that cold dark room, or worse yet, that something terrible will happen next and the team will- but Lance doesn’t think even his mind could imagine these strong arms and abnormally warm chest. He’s set down on the couch, his fingers tighten on Keith’s shirt unconsciously.
“I’m staying, I promise.”
And that meant more than Keith will ever know.
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#whumptober 2023#no.12#“I havent slept in days but whos counting”#lyric#red#insomnia#“Im up Im up!”#voltron legendary defender#fic#nightmare#after effects#isolation aftermath#softer than part one#got very klancey very fast#klance#langst#Lance is mom friend#the team will learn to be nicer if its the last think Keith does#because they are a family#disfunctional as they are
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I just realized how poorly I handle doing anything wrong. I accidentally made a mistake today and someone got upset and I apologized and made it right and that should have been the end of it.
But instead I withdrew into my room, had an emotional breakdown and started planning to isolate myself from humanity, never talk to anyone ever again, leave all of my friendships and just stay in that room forever trying to calm down. I became scared of every human being I've ever interacted with, convinced that they all by now decided I should be tried for my mistake and would only tell me how they're ashamed of ever been associated with me.
It's the freaking shunning, that's whats triggering me, it's the fact that after punishment as a child I would be subjected to shunning and the entire family would act as if I was poisonous, wouldn't look at me or talk to me, and seethed in anger if I was out of my room, that's what I'm now expecting as a logical consequence to getting anyone even slightly upset. It really was unsafe for me to get out of my room or interact with anyone! And now I re-live that whenever something minor happens, just because my brain is trained to expect it. I can't function in a community if any mistake has stakes this high for me.
#aftermath of abuse#toxic shame#toxic guilt#cptsd#getting triggered#isolation due to shunning#trauma recovery#the way i avoid making mistakes#i didn't even figure this out until now
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thinking a lot how red isolated himself for 3 years and I feel like the symptoms aren't,, portrayed more? 3 years is a lot. in isolation.
how will he adapt to society again after having next to no human contact for so.. long? (he can't do this alone now) being so behind with the times and not being able to understand today's things? (makes it harder to follow people! when you already feel disconnected from them!) having to learn how to interact with people again when you weren't even a talkative person before? (it's a lot!) getting used to what you once called a familiar environment (now an alien to you) because you spent so much time in a drastically different place? (things changed! you can't navigate the same way..) and so, so much more !!! this is barely touching the water, isolation effects your mental health too.. heightened anxiety, stuff like that.. for him, it's akin to walking into a new world.. !! 🙁 even if he's back he'll still feel isolated ! (the ones who he truly understands, the ones who understands him back... are pokemon.. he lived in their habitat, exposed to their natural life, only them and no humans.. to survive every single day on a dangerous mountain.. such a different lifestyle and now, how does one go back to "normal" ? when this is what you're used to)
it's going to take a while, years maybe
#sincerely; someone who would've been a complete shut-in ..if it weren't for people who drags me outside (I am grateful)#but the effects is still there.. even until now I feel it but I've been getting better recently..#I can't imagine how much actual isolation does to a person.. the aftermaths WILL be there#he would NOT be normal out of mt silver. I refuse to agree with that#the autism allegories here zamnnn..#💭...#trainer red
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" @oboetemasuka , I've taken too much of a beating from you to stand idle any longer! It's time to bring out the big guns..." The big guns being a 200 word piece that made me cry in the middle of the night -_- This is a direct sequel to Myosotis (fic about the prisoners returning to their lives post-Milgram.) TW for referenced child death
“Ooh, I found Mahiru-san!” Yuno clicked through the woman’s social media page. She winced that most of them were couples’ photos. “It looks like she’s still at the flower shop – she posted earlier today! So, what do you think is the best way to…” she trailed off, seeing the horror on Fuuta’s face.
He was absorbed in his own phone, scrolling with a shaking hand. He’d gone entirely pale. He shook his head. His lips moved, unable to form any words.
Yuno didn’t dare ask what he saw. She’d known right away. She reached across the table to touch his arm.
When he finally slid the phone toward her, she only glanced at a few lines in the news article he’d clicked on – “Tragic Accident in Fukuoka,” “only days after the first loss,” “she was discovered early Thursday morning,” “officials name faulty electrical wiring,” “congregation holds private service” – before she had to turn away.
Fuuta’s expression was numb, his eyes unfocused.
“I told…” His voice hitched. “I told her she could come live with me. I told her we would –”
“I know, Fuuta.”
He looked down at the screen, at the photo alongside the obituary.
In it, she was smiling.
#milgram#amane momose#fuuta kajiyama#yuno kashiki#the thing it is wasnt the scene itself that got me but what it meant for how isolated amane was through it all#executions would have happened immediately so none of the other prisoners could have gotten to her in time#and even then it would have taken a few days for something to return their memories so they all missed the funeral/aftermath#if milgram was more public thered be public outrage about her situation#but because its supernatural/secret the prisoners cant really claim to know her in a believable way#so her family/cult will never be aware of how much they hurt her#no one will no about the real her#the world will never know of her#the only ones who truly remember her are a handful of people who werent even at her funeral#so yeah this is what exploded in my face 👍 inflicting it upon you now#milgramblrgram#drabbles#myosotis route
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Whumptober 2024 Day 8: Isolation Chamber
She stumbled out into the street. Traffic whizzed by overhead with mechanical roars and belches. Music blared from a nearby storefront. Holographic ads flashed to life in front of her, sensing a mark.
She stumbled back with a cry, shielding her eyes.
Was this what she had dreamed of? Was this freedom?
Someone paused in front of her with a concerned frown. “Miss? Are you okay?”
“Take me back,” she sobbed. “Take me back.”
Back to prison. Back to the isolation pod where she had spent the past twenty years.
She had thought the pod was hell. Freedom was worse.
#whumptober2024#no.8#isolation chamber#oc#fic#sci fi whump#whump aftermath#my writing#my writing: whumptober 2024#my writing: 100 word stories
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SUPER DARK TIMES (2017) DIR KEVIN PHILLIPS
#tragically had to skip the 'are you afraid of me' exchange i love at the start bc. this scene is Long#super dark times#josh templeton#zach taylor#sam edits#btw i'm firmly in the 'Josh didn't kill John' camp. bc to me THIS scene is the point that... makes the most sense as Josh's breaking point/#'villain turn' if that's what you'd want to call it. because this is really when Josh... sort of 'officially' loses Zach. from early on in#the movie it becomes clear how much Zach is like... an anchor for him—the way Josh is just fucking *chanting* his name in distress during#the Daryl accident. The way Josh begs Zach to believe him that it was an accident. The way Josh turns to Zach for answers/clarity/direction#Like even if we want to take a cynical approach and think of it as Josh just latching onto Zach in the Daryl situation because he was There#rather than that being an established thing w/ them... in the aftermath of that same incident Josh is still looking to/depending on him!#Josh self isolates at first... but after they talk & Zach tells him they shouldn't act weird Josh goes back to school. (yes#he lashes out there because He's Dealing With The Crushing Guilt but *all* of 'em are acting off then—Charlie specifically calls attention#to the idea they all probably are) Josh goes to the party just like Zach said they should and is *visibly confused* when Zach seems mad to#see him there. He goes to Zach's house to talk and you can SEE how caught off guard he is by what Zach says. Even though the script version#of this scene is VERY different from the final version I do think this one bit of description from it is... insightful: 'Josh seems sincere#almost vulnerable. But Zach is too focused to see it.' LIKE in this scene Zach is already convinced Josh has lost it! He's trying to act#more neutral about it (claiming they could just 'draw a line') but we saw his phone call with Charlie. Because of his own guilt-fueled#paranoia—something shown pretty clearly through the assorted dream sequences and like tht scene of him walking in the hall hearing people#gossip about Daryl—it seems like everything lines up too well! that '*of course* it's Josh and what if it's *been* Josh all along and well#then the role *I* played in the situation really isn't *my* fault because it was all *Josh* and...' etc. even if that's more subconscious#But like... this scene is really when it hits Josh! from the moment he asks if Zach's afraid of him now like... there's a shift. although#Zach says he isn't... i mean he fucking stumbles on the word 'afraid' (like... he hangs on the 'f' sound a moment too long to sound natural#its very subtle but like Noticeable). But Josh sees right through him. Zach doesn't trust him anymore. Zach thinks he's the bad guy. the#monster. Josh feeling like he lost the last person he had in his corner feels like the most realistic thing to... push him over the#edge. like that's a compelling tragedy to me—the idea that these two poorly coping with the Daryl situation in these separated ways where#they *aren't* talking/communicating ends up CREATING the feedback loop that makes everything get worse and worse.#But for that to be the case... it wouldn't make sense for Josh to have just randomly killed John before this scene. I think it's a more#interesting story if certain things really ARE just coincidences but it's that Zach's paranoia won't let him see that 🤷
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Be My Home
Don't tell me always, please don't say forever too I don't want to someday think you are a liar And you may not hear it in your heart just yet But trust me when I say it only takes a spark to start a fire
Don't make your tongue provide me promises Promises made that just set up to be broken I've seen it before in karma's balanced hands I don't trust myself, even with all the words spoken
Don't tell me you love, don't say you want me there's a huge difference between this two A fine line between rage and fair So I'll just aka,, what do you want to do?
I can say until I die, I'll die for you Bad romance novels claim the clues And as much that I wish it weren't true I would do it, just lie here and die for you
I'll chew your heart of sustenance And I'll play with your head, it's what I do and soon, you'll grow sick of it and Ill stay Swearing I would've died for you
Sitting on a cold basement floor smooth concrete that keeps the cool in my body You're sitting on stairs, just my delusional fantasy I sob, openly and loudly
You shook your head as I begged you to stay I don't want to live in world with you and I even know exactly how that sounds With realization pop, I open the door for you to walk through
Your gone and I don't know to feel about it
Your gone and I guess now I need to die alone
You gone and I now sleep under the Brady Street bridge
Your gone and you took my home…
You were my home.
#writers and poets#poems on tumblr#original poem#poem#poetry#spilled thoughts#spilled feelings#spilled writing#writing#my writing#spilled poetry#spilled emotions#spilled words#writers on tumblr#poets and writers#creative writing#writerscommunity#writer#be my home#aftermath of abusive#lost trust#skittish isolated
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things i would change in lita if i were in charge:
put Rain in a dorm room instead of living at home
a large part of why Phayu/Rain doesn't work for me is because we don't get to see Rain develop on his own...ever, really. he's in college, but he's living at home, living off his parents' money, still updating his mom on his where abouts like he's in high school. he goes from being closely entwined with/dependent on them to being highly dependent on Phayu. Phayu/Rain didn't come off as "Rain's making stupid and risky decisions but that's part of growing up," which i would've enjoyed, it comes off as ".....no, seriously Rain, can you make this decision?"
moving Rain into a dorm would've given him some much needed independence. even if though he would've still been reliant on his parents financially, there's still the growth that comes from being away from your parents' daily influence, managing your own space, managing your own personal well-being, etc. that would've been Rain's starting point for independent growth. vs canon, where Rain's start in independent growth was an intensely sexual relationship with a highly independent guy (nooot really anything i'm comfortable with myself). Rain can enjoy being coddled/spoiled/etc (which i like! good for him!), but the writers never gave him a chance to figure out who he was on his own, so the relationship as is doesn't land for me :/
more Phayu interacting with the garage family
i really like the glimpses of Phayu's character that we get. he has a lot of contradictions that look like so much fun to explore, but his characterization often gets shuffled to the side in favor of kink. the most interesting Phayu scenes are always the ones where it's not just him and Rain which......really sucks. the Prapai/Sky sex scenes reveal a lot about them as individual characters as well as how they interact with each other. Phayu/Rain sex scenes kinda touch on how they act together, but the main thing they do is tell me more than i want to know about the writers' personal kinks. hell, most of what Rain learns about Phayu as a person is discovered through other people--which is really annoying! i want to be learning more about this guy through his interactions with Rain, not primarily the gossip other people tell Rain. that doesn't happen until like, ep6-7, which is the literal end of their personal arc and mostly spent away from each other. sighs.
more Saifah
quality character, highly underutilized. i love his eyerolls, but the writers never really did much with him to bring him past that point :( i can extrapolate a lot, but canon developed Sig in the second half of the show more than they did Saifah for all of it. Saifah is Phayu's literal twin brother and business partner, and some random architect student got more of a character than him. this is not a complaint on Sig, i fucking adore that guy, but it's a bizarre writing choice.
more kidnapping aftermath
seriously. what the fuck. TWO kidnapping scenarios, the entire reason why i watched this show, and you guys couldn't cut out any of the 1905t59488993e repeated scenes to give me more than 2 minutes of kidnapping aftermath? who the fuck even cares about trucks driving on roads
things i would not change in lita if i were in charge:
Chai showing up to rescue Phayu and Rain wearing a zebra print shirt. sensational. 10/10, no notes
#love in the air#didn't mean for this to be so heavy on phayu/rain but there's not really anything i'd change about prapai/sky#their arc has settled in my brain and rattled me to my bones#the only thing i'm >:( on is the lack of kidnapping aftermath#and the way the mafia was utilized but thats what crossovers are for#but phayu/rain........sighs#the writers clearly have a big/little kink#not my kink but cool for them#but college graduate / college freshman isn't a huge age/experience difference#so they massively exaggerated it by making Rain as literal childish* as they could while making Phayu over competent**#by not developing the first part of Phayu/Rain properly the second half doesn't land#*childish as in still dependent on parents/still living at home/still hugely naive like a child with little *chance* for independent growth#**except in rescuing boyfriends from kidnapping. i have no complaints its fucking great i wouldnt change a single thing#the other odd thing about the Phayu/Rain big/little kink is that it clashes badly with the fantastic point they made with Sky's arc#and how his age+gen isolation+lack of grown experiences#left him extremely vulnerable to Gun's manipulations and grooming#SIGHS
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🧽 cleaning them up after for boost
(Me: for once, writes a one-off character. Readers: MORE GIVE US MORE)
You can see the only time Boost has ever appeared before right here
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CW: Aftermath of noncon, pet whump, Facility whump, BBU, caretaker
"This is the third time in a week." Her voice is rough, but not unkind, as she leans against the doorframe. Boost doesn't look directly at her lathering himself with the rough soap. It smells like false oranges, and the scent clings to his skin for hours after. But it's better than what he'd smell like otherwise.
"I know." He leans over, letting the hot water soak into his hair, all mussed up from the handler's fingers. His mouth hurts, jaw aching. He's not made for this. It takes effort and thought, not like the mindless seductions the Romantics fall into, the effortless way they arch their back just so, lock legs around a trainer's back, cry out in ecstasy everyone involved knows they're not really feeling.
Boost doesn't know how to sound like that. But the handler doesn't seem to mind.
"It's dangerous," She says, crossing her arms. 909 is one of the oldest here, and he'd ask her just how old she is, but he knows she doesn't know either. But she cleans up in the office side, walks around accounting all day. They call her Lili up there. Boost thinks Lili is a pretty name, but she drops it the second the elevator brings her back down here.
I won't take their little nicknames that let them think I'm paid, she says. She moves like someone who had power, once, before it was taken from her along with everything else.
"It's not that dangerous. He doesn't hurt me."
It's true. Each time the handler crooks a finger and Boost follows him, it feels a little better. It hurts a little less. And the handler gets a little sweeter. Gives him extra food, slips him things. Last month, he'd gotten a bag of potato chips he'd hidden underneath the trash bag in the bin he'd been pushing around. He'd pulled it out when he came back into the dorm and every single maintenance pet had been able to share a potato chip, salty and crunching between their teeth.
He'd given the handler his best the next time he'd been pulled aside, and now that gifts were turning into bigger things. A milkshake that tasted like real vanilla, whipped cream and cherry on top. An extra blanket made of something impossibly soft (one of the others had stolen it immediately, but now they had decided to share it, every pet taking one night with it at a time).
"I don't think it's dangerous because of what the handler might do. It's against the rules. You're not supposed to fuck them."
Boost ignores her, rinsing the shampoo out of his hair with his eyes closed, hot water pounding against his cheeks, washing away the last of what the handler had left there.
I read on the internet that it's good for your skin, some giggly girl's voice says, deep down within him, and he winces at the spike of pain that follows.
"Hey. Are you even listening to me?"
"I'm trying not to, but you're being really annoying about it."
She sighs, so loud he can hear her over the shower. He turns the water off and walks over to the folded towels, drying off his hair and then working on his body. He has scars from all his failed training, from how they'd used him for Guard Dog bait for a few weeks before moving him to maintenance, knowing he'd be grateful for the mercy.
"Please." Her voice softens a little, and he looks up then, pulling on a new pair of the flat black pants he wears, the long-sleeved white t-shirt. Same colors as trainees, more skin covered. It's a mercy, too.
He inhales, and then lets it out in a drawn-out exhale. "It's... something to look forward to. Okay? That's all. It's just nice to get some things, sometimes."
"You'll be punished, if the Maintenance Head gets bugged about it. Not him, you."
"I know."
"Then why?"
"Because it's going to happen, 909. I might as well get to control who it happens with. Since Handler Thompson started taking me aside, none of the others even look at me. He told them to leave me alone, and they do. Do you understand? If I-... it makes it better for all of us. Next time, he says, he'll take me out with him for a smoke break."
She hitches in a breath, and he watches her put a hand out to steady herself against the doorframe. "He... outside?"
"Yeah." He smiles, lopsided, a little faint. "Outside. I don't even remember what outside looks like, just what we see on TV. I want to go outside, 909. I want to see what it looks like out there."
He wants to get a look at how high the fences are, and decide if he could climb them fast enough.
"Well... be careful." She gathers his dirtied towels up for him and dumps them into the hamper, while he finishes drying his hair. He smells like oranges. He can feel the handler's touch still on his skin, fingers in his hair.
But when he'd whispered, please, call me Boost, Handler Thompson...
The handler had whispered back, if I'm calling you Boost, you should call me Clint.
And that's something new.
#boost has a brain#pet whump#bbu#wru#box boy universe#box boy#facility whump#noncon references#aftermath of noncon#caretaker and whumpee#sort of#boost is kind of both for himself#captivity#isolation#whump
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If Chris goes to Texas and Eddie isolates then I think there's gonna be an arc of Buck keeping in touch with Chris through the summer. He's not gonna be able to tell Eddie because Eddie needs space but he's gonna be making sure that both of them are okay. And when Chris finally reunites with Eddie, Eddie is gonna find out. But also, I think it'll happen because Buck gets hurt and so his updates pause and Chris calls Eddie to say something is wrong with Buck.
oh yeah buck is absolutely going to be in touch with chris if he goes to texas for the summer. personally i don't think this is something he'd have to keep from eddie; eddie knows that buck is someone chris reaches out to when he's upset (see: him running away to buck's apartment in season 4 after he found out about ana) and i think it is not much of a stretch to say that he would probably assume they were in contact. and i know i sound like a broken record here but it's just so hard for me to imagine buck allowing eddie to isolate himself to the point where they wouldn't even be talking – it would not surprise me at all if eddie tried, but there is honestly no scenario i can imagine where buck lets him, especially with how much this whole thing is going to wreck him. i do see your vision though and the last point about chris reaching out to eddie because buck gets hurt......... oh man
#i really strongly am of the belief that eddie's isolation is mainly about the aftermath of bobby not being captain anymore#and/or (incredibly heavy sigh) captain gerrard returning and splitting the team up. as opposed to being isolated from buck specifically#the show could always prove me wrong but mark my words. i Will be complaining about it to no end if they do. apologies in advance#mail
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keep being Afflicted by The Morbs and i know why. i know it's because i was relentlessly trauma triggered all day yesterday. but it feels bad. my thing is that i'm funny even when there's a hole in my chest so it doesn't even come across that way and feels like i'm lying or that people think this. but there is just a bottomless pit inside me right now that won't go away
#kāhu caws#not depressed just like the aftermath of some particularly horrendous trauma triggers#that i can only speak about to one person and i wish that wasn't the case#i literally wish so hard i could talk about this but it's so gross nobody needs to hear it#which further isolates me in the trauma spiral you see
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I know scientifically, and reasonably, that isolation is a form of torture, but it's so hard to conceptualize it when it's so familiar and I've reached for it over and over again as a form of relief from the torture. Why am I longing for what others consider intolerable.
#trauma symptoms#trauma aftermath#isolation#neglect#there's 1 person in my vicinity today and i can't handle it#i wanna go back to not speaking to anyone for months#that felt more normal to me#and i guess my isolation is self imposed so it's not a punishment#and it cannot be called torture#and it's not a rest either because in isolation the alters will start throwing big tantrums#but there's no judgment to fret#no danger to be wary of#no fear of being additionally hurt#and i need that
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#finally got three days off from work in a row and am happy to announce ill be making a return to my true passion -- moiraine posting !#directors cut commentary in the tags obvi lol#first off if there was any god in this world the fiona apple cover of whole of the moon would be on spotify#second need it on the official record that i am intentionally misinterpreting jig of life for the purposes of this playlist!!#i know on the album its part of a series of story songs abt a woman drowning and her future self going girl u have to swim or u wont have#your future family!!!#but. what if i made it about an alternate version of moiraine being like u are never going to be able to fully escape the heterosexual#horror saw trap of ur upbringing that haunts her upon return to cairhien...is this clicking with anyone else out there....#had to throw on heat lightning and unravel for a spot of (possibly uplifting ?) romance#and also bc the tumblr user previously known as loamvessel is so right and true for saying heat lightning is a siuraine/moiraine song#anywayyy this is a playlist abt moiraine suffering returning to her home town after graduating from college and failing to kill the devil#and all the weird feelings she must have about cairhien and her place in the pattern/more self reflection on her younger years#in the aftermath of season one#with little hints about how her dynamic might be shifting with siuan as she self isolates#enjoy lol love making playlists happy summer cant wait till september etc etc#moiraine damodred#wheel of time#wot on prime#playlist
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I watched life and wanted to be a part of it but found it painfully difficult.
— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 6:
#life quotes#life#struggles#challenges#strokes of fate#events#pain#suffering#hurt#failures#want#inklusion#isolation#loneliness#mental instability#mental health problems#trauma#aftermath#mental diseases#depression#mental disorders#watching#difficulties#the diary of anaïs nin#anaïs nin#quotes#words#original#original quote
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An uncomfortable post 9x14 therapy session for Hetty.
@whumpcember
#whumpcember2023#whumpcember2023day8#isolation#aftermath of torture#painful memories#ncis la#my work#ncis la drabble
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I feel like. I need to actually Talk To Someone about the effects the last three years have had on my psyche, but the current prevailing attitude toward covid has reached the point that I'm afraid even a mental health professional would approach my current issues as solely a function of my pre-existing anxiety rather than acknowledge their completely valid and rational connection to the global trauma event we literally all fucking went through
#to say nothing of like. still going through it. surprise! I still don't want covid!#and the effect on my psyche of THAT being treated like completely irrational paranoia is pretty considerable too!!#I have been struggling with the conscious awareness that I'm isolating too much vs the STRONG drive to keep doing that#I feel out of touch with reality and unmoored from time upsettingly often#my physical health is in fucking shambles and a lot of my relationships feel weird and strained#none of these things are like... coincidental. you know?#but we've all collectively decided to Move On from 2020 and its (ONGOING!!) aftermath so!! fuck me I guess lol#I simply do not trust a therapist to be understanding ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I know that's pessimistic but I'm just fucking tired.#about me
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