#just get it over with

[cyberwhumper]

"Listen, I'm just trying to help you." Roderich sighs.

The wound is pulled closer together, and surgical glue is applied to the site. For smaller cuts like this, he figured it wouldn't be necessary to suture them beforehand. Whiskey groans and tenses up.

"Sure you are. This shit hurts, and you want me to believe you're doing me a favor? What's next, you gonna give me some speech about how much you care?"

"Sometimes treatment hurts, but it's better to go through a bit of pain rather than getting an infection isn't it?" He jokes.

Dealing with unruly patients is part of his job he would much rather not have to bother with. Given the opportunity, he would choose to just knock the man out and administer treatment like that.

"And I do care."

"Bullshit. Lie to yourself all you want, that sappy shit won't fly with me."

Roderich rolls his eyes. The needle pierces flesh methodically, pulls both halves together. Whiskey gags. That chain had done quite the damage to the captive's back.

"You care only as much as Baxter wants you to."

"Does it matter? Aren't you still being cared for at the end of the day? Does it really, truly make a single bit of difference when your end result is the same?"

"Just shut up and get this over with."

"Would it kill you to stop being a dick for once?"

Whiskey thinks back to all the times he had been taken advantage of. Times when he should have stood up for himself and didn't. To not preemptively shut people away is to make yourself the easiest target possible for abuse.

"Yea."

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Bodies 1x05

for Whumpuary no.11 Blood / "Just get it over with"

[suspensefulpen]

Whumpuary Day 21: “Just Get It Over With”

TW: Implied Torture, Punishments, Knife 

@whumpuary

“Whumpee,” Whumper scolded softly. “I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me, didn’t I?” In spite of the softness in his voice, his expression was grave. 

“Yeah…” Whumpee grimaced, turning their gaze elsewhere. 

“And what did you do Whumpee?” 

“I…disobeyed you.” They lowered their head. They didn’t know if it was in shame or to avoid eye contact even more. Regardless, they kept their gaze to the floor. They did not want this. They felt they had enough scars and cuts and bruises. 

“And do you know what that means?” 

“I get punished…” 

“Punished for what?” 

“For disobeying you…” 

Whumper hummed, the slightest smile on his face. “It’s good you’re aware.” He pulled out his knife and stepped closer when Whumpee tightly shut their eyes, hissing. 

“Just get it over with.” 

With raised brows, Whumper leaned away. “What was that?” 

Whumpee quickly opened their eyes as panic rose in their chest. “I-I said I–” 

“You want to just get it over with?” 

“No, no, no! That’s not what I said! I said–” 

“No, I’m pretty sure that’s what you said.” Whumper nodded even as Whumpee shook their head. “Yes, yes.” They smiled more visibly as it turned into a wicked smirk. “I’ll go as slow as I possibly can.”

[cursedvibes]

fucking finally!

now please just end this fight, there are only so many consecutive domain expansions and live-viewing parties I can take

[babysdrivers]

u want england nt to lose bc u hate the english i want england nt to lose bc i want southgate to be drawn and quartered we are not the same

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

Whumpuary 2024 Day 11

11. (Jan 21-22) Blood / "Just get it over with" / Memories

Whumpee’s hands were trembling. They stared at the blood dripping from them in horror and whispered, “Oh god. What have I done…?”

When they looked up, Caretaker was staring at them with a matching expression of disbelief and terror. “I’m gonna be sick,” they choked out.

“This is what I was afraid of.” Whumpee looked at the corpses surrounding the two of them. “This is why I told you to stop me. Why the fuck didn’t you listen?”

Caretaker shook their head. “I’m sorry, I just—I couldn’t…”

“I don’t want to be a monster. Please.”

“Whumpee, I can’t…”

“Kill me!” Whumpee screamed in desperation. “Just get it over with! Before I hurt anyone else. Before I hurt you.”

[littlebunnyman]

under the sun

The Navy captures Billy again.

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Prompts: Blood | "Just get it over with" | Memories alt prompt: Recapture

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[sunflowersolace]

the anticipation of throwing up is SO much worse than actually throwing up

[tabbytabbytabby]

This Fleeting Moment

Word Count: 1,050 words

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: Merlin

Relationship: Merlin/Arthur Pendragon

Tags: Arthur Pendragon Returns (Merlin), Modern Era, Reincarnation, Living Together, Misunderstandings, Hurt Merlin (Merlin), Memories, Flashbacks, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Hopeful Ending

Summary: When Merlin finds a bunch of ads for houses that Arthur left out, he doesn't take it well, thinking he's going to lose him again.

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For @whumpuary No.11: “Just get it over with” / Memories

[sliceroftpeirweirisles]

Whumpuary Day 11

11. (Jan 21-22) Blood / "Just get it over with" / Memories

Lucretia is sitting in her office on the Moon Base of the Bureau of Benevolence, approximately six months after The Day of Story and Song. Well, exactly one hundred and eighty-three days, five hours, and eleven minutes… but who is counting really? 

The truth is, she has been counting. There isn’t a day that has gone by where she isn’t thinking about how long it’s been since everyone’s memories came back. 

More specifically, she has been counting every day since she lost the trust of her colleague and friend, Taako. 

The guilt never left after she saw the absolute hatred in Taako’s eyes when he finally remembered. She didn’t realize that Taako would take things this hard. But didn’t she? She knew, she knew Taako and Lup were practically one and the same. Removing one-half of Taako’s entire life wasn’t fair, and she knew that. But she had to do it, she needed them to understand that her plan was going to work, and to do that she would have to make them forget. 

She feels justified for her actions, but the guilt never leaves. That look in Taako’s eyes haunts her dreams constantly. Sometimes it’s more than a look of disgust, and she wakes up in tears from impossible scenarios that she felt were more than real. Most of the time she can control her outbursts. Only once has she screamed, alerting her security and putting herself in an awkwardly vulnerable position. She never wanted to be in that position again, so she put herself on a very strict sleep schedule. 

Today, however, after one hundred and eighty-three days, five hours, and thirty-three minutes, Lucretia got a message from Lup to meet at her house. Lucretia knew she would have to adjust her sleep schedule to make room for this meeting, but she was willing to sacrifice it to talk to family. Lup didn’t hold a grudge against Lucretia, so she felt safe going over for a cup of tea and some conversation. However, when she stepped through the rift Lup created for her, she was met with nervous energy and a Taako who looked like he didn’t want to be there. 

“Hey Luce,” Lup says, a smile on her face, “We all need to talk, hm?” 

Lucretia stands there, tense as the rift that brought her here closes behind her. No running away from it now, Lucretia was brought to an intervention session. Barry and Kravitz are also in the room, in the corner quietly watching. Lup walks up beside Taako and gestures to Lucretia to come further into the room. 

“Taako and I have been talking, and I think Taako has something he’d like to say to you.”

Lucretia isn’t sure what to do with herself in this space. She didn’t know if she should sit or if she should look at any of them. Lup gestures for Lucretia to come and sit down beside her, but the look on Taako’s face says he means business. Lucretia ignores Lup, choosing instead to stand face to face with Taako, a calm, neutral expression despite the anxiety attack that was building quickly. Taako was staring at her with a face that gave away he was clearly annoyed. Lucretia looks down at that, pretending that the ground under her feet is more interesting to look at. She stands still with grace, hands folded in front of her; the picture of decorum despite the fact she feels she can’t breathe. 

“Sup, Luce?” Taako asks to fill the quiet. 

Lucretia takes a deep, shaky breath, her shoulders tensing under the weight of her guilt. 

“If you must yell, Taako, then please get it over with…”

Taako frowns and everyone else in the room is taken aback by her comment. The silence stayed thick between all of them. Taako isn’t sure if he should even say anything after hearing that comment.

Lup shakes her head and steps slightly forward, a hand reaching out to touch Lucretia. “Luce, we wouldn’t–” Taako stops Lup from getting closer. 

“Look,” Taako sighs, rubbing at the back of his neck, “I’m not here to yell at you, ‘kay?” He slides his hat off of his head and fidgets nervously with the brim. “I was fucked up by what you did to my memories. I still feel pretty fucked up, y’know? It’s hard remembering what happened. I told myself a long time ago that I’d never forgive you, and I thought it was gonna be that way forever.” Lucretia takes another trembling breath as the guilt crushes her more. “But I’m tired of avoiding you… Like, I don’t want to keep running from you. What you did sucks, but I– It’s just annoying at this point because parties fuckin’–” Lup elbows Taako in the ribs and it earns a grunt of complaint from the twin. Taako breathes deep once again and looks up from his hat to make eye contact. “I miss you… and I just want my friend back.” 

Lucretia tries her damnedest to control her expression but breathing is becoming steadily harder due to the building tears in her eyes. It wasn’t quite forgiveness, she still felt didn’t deserve it after everything, but it was enough. Enough to finally release that heavy burden of guilt she’s been carrying. 

Taako sees that the dam is about to burst and he rolls his eyes, “Fantasy Jesus Christ, just– cm’ere” and closes the gap to pull Lucretia into a hug. 

((((I promise I haven't forgotten about this challenge. My depresso espresso has been pretty strong lately and I lost the motivation to write. I'm determined to finish this challenge though, it just may be a while before I get through all the prompts. Thank you to whomever stuck around for these.))))

[supersoupslut69420]

damn.. this shit got me feelin

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[radio-sepia]

god my current theatre classes at the local centre turned out to be kind of a bummer. I cannot back out now since I have a role but I'd really want to... fortunately in less than few months it should be done

[abuzd]

something bad is coming 👀

[tchouamenii]

i will not and cannot acknowledge mbappe as a real madrid player until he’s scoring 50 goals a season for us

[its-my-whump]

whumpuary2024

Jan 21-22

"Just get it over with." | Blood

@whumpuary

He was restrained to an unfancy metal chair.

Arms pinned down on the armrests with ziptie, as were his legs to the legs of the chair.

The zipties were painfully cutting into his naked forearms, just behind the wrists. The thick fabric of his jeans didn't put up much of a barrier against the thin plastic either.

His torso was naked, as were his feet. He was left only in his jeans.

There was a thick leather strap bound around his chest, some electrodes adhered to it, wires leading to a device on the table to his right. He didn't need to be a genius to know, that what ever would follow, would suck big time.

It looked like some kind of electric torturing device. He felt like a convict sentensed to death by the electric chair.

He had tried to get away, the ziptie cut deep into his wrists, drawing blood. His lip and eyebrow were bloody to, from so many hits and punshes. His ribs were burning, aching, his heart was beating up to his neck.

The villian was rambling on and on. His head was ringing, not only from the beating, the fists in his face, but the nonsense he had to listen to for just too long.

His face turned to a miserable smile, bloody teeth on display.

"Would you please shut the fuck up and get it over with!" He teased his perpetrater.

He shouldn't have. The electricty, that went through his body just a moment later, after a viscious smile and the short response of. "As you wish." robbed him of all his senses.

Sheer unimmaginable white hot pain ran through every fibre of his being, while the electric current invaded every part of body.

Dots flickered in his vision in the same intensitiy as the electricty was forced through his nervous system.

Pain turned into agony after mere seconds. A deep animalist scream dislodged from his throat and was interrupted by the violent jolts, that were forced onto his helpless body.

The cry kept stuck in his gullet, he wanted to swallow, to cought, to cry, but nothing came out. His vision turned white, but the pain wouldn't stop. He couldn't see anything anymore, but there was no mercy, he was still in the moment, only deprived of another sense, only reduced, another step nearer to sheer and utter helplessness.

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[kyanako5972]

Whumpuary 11

"Just get it over with"

Weave Sutari (~22 years old)

Weave has something valuable in his blood called Asonarium. Over the course of his captivity, he's gotten used to having it taken from him.