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“Step back. Now.”
"Step back," the caretaker said in a low voice. "Now."
The whumper merely tightened their grip on a shaking whumpee, held in front of them like a human shield. "Or what? I know you would never hurt your darling friend here."
The caretaker clenched their teeth, nervously adjusting their grip on the gun they held in the air between them.
Both hands grasping the whumper's arm, the whumpee made eye contact with the caretaker. "Do it," they said softly, with a sad smile. "I knew the risks. Don't let them get away."
The caretaker shook their head, tears streaming down their face now. "You're going to be fine," they croaked. "I promise."
Continuing to inch back slowly, the whumper pressed their own gun further into the whumpee's side, until they heard a small whimper of pain. Tutting their tongue, they said, "Ah, ah, be careful. Don't make promises you can't keep."
"Stop moving!" the caretaker barked, but, as their shaking hands and sweaty palms recreated, there was nothing they could do to stop them.
Knowing it, the whumper smirked, finally reaching the open elevator doors behind them. Stepping inside, they gave a casual wave of their gun-holding hand before pressing a button inside.
The last thing the caretaker saw as the giant metal doors shut was the whumpee's terrified face looking straight at them.
#leigh writes#whump#whump writing#whump drabble#whump snippet#mention of guns#captive whumpee#helpless caretaker
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seven sentence sunday
Have the sevenish sentences I wrote this morning. This fic is literally killing me, but it’s coming along. Maybe. A little bit.
I wasn’t technically tagged, but saw @heartstringsduet post
“There’s just the one gun,” TK whispers. “He’s already fired it once. So there’s what like five bullets left?”
Carlos can’t help the horrified look he gives TK as he turns to him, attempting to block their whispered conversation from the rest of the room. “It’s not a fucking revolver.” TK stares at him with his wide innocent eyes and on a normal day it would be adorable, but now it just makes Carlos want to strangle him. “He’s probably got sixteen rounds left in that clip.” TK’s mouth forms a surprised little ‘O.’ “And I’m sure he’s probably got extra clips from the guard as there was a damn riot going on.”
“That’s a lot of bullets.”
“Yes, TK.”
Tagging: @ramblingdisaster73 @rosedavid @whenshereads
and @steddie-as-they-go because I wrote what we cackled about on facetime
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I have not. In fact I’ve never even seen a gun irl outside like some big frame in someone’s living room but that was only like, thrice at most probably. Cops in my country don’t even have guns! (There are special armed forces here though of course.)
Guns are something you’re only allowed to obtain from years of training with professionals, with multiple check ups to make sure you’re suited to possess one, and then a license. It baffles me how easy it is for so many people in other countries to get a gun.
poll time!!
please reblog with your answer and country!!
i, for example, have fired a gun, and am from canada.
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#Nordic europe#NEVER EVEN SEEN A GUN IRL??#WDYM YOUVE FIRED A GUN?? HUH#COPS DONT EVEN HAVE GUNS HERE??#mention of guns#guns
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a former US president gets shot at and rather than trend himself he causes supernatural to trend instead because everyone is sharing the news via the destiel meme. unparalleled
#spn trending posts#to clarify (please don't take this too seriously)#supernatural has been trending on and off for the past two or so weeks for no particular reason#but this time 9 out of 10 top posts under the tag are the destiel news memes about trump having been shot at during a speech#so whilst it didn't necessarily cause the trend it definitely contributed to it#spn#supernatural#donald trump#tw gun mention
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Since the news is still fresh
Please consider reblogging for more people to see
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#tiktok#gun mention#tw gun mention#tw gun violence#tw gun use#tw gunshot#tw gun#gun use tw#gun mentioned#art#ceramic art#ceramic sculpture#ceramics#modern art#artwork#artist#gun violence
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My town got nuked and they still made us go to school, and when we tried to leave, they just fucking shot us.
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“Tony’s Pizza delivery!” Danny knocks on a door and stands back slightly, waiting for the answer. Silence. He knocks again. “Pizza order! For…” he checks the box, “Rob!”
There’s the thud of footsteps behind the door, but it doesn’t open. It’s like someone walked right up to it and is waiting. The house itself has blacked-out windows and piles of trash on the lawn. Something about the situation feels…off.
Danny pulls out the taser, which he usually keeps in his pocket. The other hand tightens slightly on the pizza box. He doesn’t go intangible, not yet, but his powers bubble around his core, ready at a moment’s notice.
The door swings open. There’s a gun pointed at his face.
Acting on instinct more than thought, Danny snaps the taser forward and presses the button when it meets the man’s arm. There’s a roar of pain and the gun is dropped.
Keeping a hold of the taser, Danny drops the pizza box on the steps. “You owe us payment next time you order thank you goodbye!”
He bolts, grabbing the bike and wheeling it next to him instead of jumping on it. Pulling on intangibility it spreads to the bike as well. As soon as he’s around the corner, Danny goes invisible. His heart is hammering against his chest and all he wants to do is curl into himself.
Still, he keeps a hold of the bike–no good if it suddenly pops into existence–and breathes through his panic. The taser worked. Sure, he didn’t get paid, but he also didn’t get shot. If Tony’s upset, Danny will ask him to take the cost out of his wages.
After another few minutes of breathing exercises–thank you Jazz–he’s settled enough to flicker back to visibility and bike back to the shop.
Tony glances up at him when he enters and does a double take. “What happened, kid?”
“Didn’t get payment for the pizza. Sorry.”
The owner’s eyes narrow. “This wouldn't happen to be because someone pointed a gun at you, would it?”
“Er…”
Laughter is not what he expects. Tony just grins at him. “Kid, I just got a call saying the delivery boy had a taser he wasn’t afraid to use and skedaddled without payment.”
Danny winces, waiting for the beratement.
“Rob gave you a five-star review. Said it’s the smartest move he’s seen in a while. Paid over the phone for once. You’re good, kid.”
He lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “Do people often answer the door for pizza while holding a gun?”
A shoulder shrug. “Around here, it’s more common than you’d think. But if you think you’re in danger, you act to protect yourself, got it? The pizza shop will recover if someone decides to order elsewhere. Besides,” and Tony’s grin edges on feral, “they don’t get many other choices.”
Crime Alley residents, Danny decides, are a rare breed of people.
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#What Binds Us#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#danny phantom#danny fenton#batman#dcu#breannasfluff#my writing#cw gun mention#This fic will have the Poison Ivy excerpts that are popular
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Vent writing:
Even after months, possibly years, I can't forget the fear. Every sound, every creek of a door, any glass shattering, you're there in my mind. Memories anytime I see the still broken window, guns bring back old prayers to a god I don't believe in. A failed promise. I feel as though the world is spinning when I hear it. You scream, your voice roaring in the old house, threats of death and abandonment.
I beg that it stops, but it won't. Not for someone like me.
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toji who gets disgustingly hard when you ask for him to put a gun to your head (unloaded of course! but not like you know :c)
he loves the little blur in your eyes, pupils dialating over and over almost like you regret asking him — especially when you hear the cock of the gun while the nuzzle is pressed directly into the side of your skull, quick to blow your brains out at any second. he murmurs unapologetically with a low, dark glint in his eyes, “hurry up doll, get’ta work.”
you mouth him so quickly, lips wrapping around his heavy cock with a slight quiver and he swears it’s the best blowie you’ve ever given him. with a big fat cock in front of you and a cold metal barrel pressed to the side of your head , you really had no choice but to get to work, did you doll?
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BEEN WAITING FOR THIS BESTIE
what about a tired and very touch-starved jason wakes up at like 2pm and fem!reader is out of bed??? and he comes and finds them and throws them over his shoulder and brings them back to bed???? because why would you leave jaybean by himself????? unnacceptable???
THIS IS SO ADORABLE WHAT
And the idea of people waiting for my requests to be open is so weird like… what do you mean you wanna read my writings and hear my thoughts??? Y’all make me smile so much I swear
Side note: I’m so sorry this is a month late. And then also another day late than I said I would post.
Side side note: if y’all saw me post this without the photo header…. No you didn’t
M.I.A
Jason Todd x gn!Reader || Domestic Fluff || Word Count: 758
Warnings: not completely proofread. Gun mention.
Jason’s pulled himself out of a bad dream. Not quite a nightmare, though something eerily close.
It was one of those rare nights that he had off of patrol. One he where the two of you got to eat dinner together, watch some TV, get ready for bed, then fall asleep in your shared bed. He enjoyed the chances when he got them.
He laid on his stomach under the comfortably heavy duvet. His left arm was bent beneath his pillow, his hand grazing the hidden .44 he had convinced you to let him keep there, the other arm laying in front of him. He kept his eyes closed, clinging to his last tendrils of sleep.
All he needed was you back in his arms and his dreams would turn good again, filled with the smell of your soap and hints of faded perfume.
Slowly, he stretches his right arm out across the sheets, sleepily searching for your form. It drags along the sheets, his entire body only half-asleep.
He’s aware that there’s this… itch in his skin. Not a physical itch. An itch that can only be satisfied by having your arms around him again.
Jason Todd doesn’t count sheep. He counts your heart beats or your breathing. Sometimes both.
He must be laying further to the edge of his side of the bed than he thought. Usually, he doesn’t have to reach this far to get to you when you two drift apart in your sleep.
His hand grazes the wall. His eyes shoot open.
You aren’t in bed.
He pushes himself up with his elbows. A tired, confused, and slightly panicked frown settled on his face, his hair mussed up and flat on one side of his head.
The bedroom window is closed. The door is cracked open.
Then he notices the sound of the tap running in the kitchen.
Jason gets up and out of bed, moving languidly. He pads his way out of the bedroom and into the hallway.
His eyes squint at the light you had turned on as he stands in the doorway. All foggy panic he felt before faded away at the sight of you, filling a glass with water, standing in one of his shirts.
He shuffles his feet. A purposeful noise that he wouldn’t otherwise make as he went about his day, one to get your attention.
You turn around, your glass of water in your hand. You take notice of your boyfriend’s large stature filling the entryway, a sleepy pout on his lips. You give him a smile. He can tell you're trying not to laugh at his fatigued state.
“Want a glass, too?”
Jason shakes his head. He makes his way across the kitchen, his brows still furrowed against the light.
He just wants you back in bed with him.
He reaches for your glass after you sip from it. You hand it to him. Jason takes the cold glass in his right hand, bends down a little, and wraps his left arm tight around the bottom of your bum. He stands back up, now with you draped over his shoulder.
You squeal out a fit of laughter, "Jay!"
He flicks off the light as he exits the kitchen, makes his way back into the hall, then kicks the door to your bedroom shut as he carries you in.
Gently, he sets you back down on the edge of the bed. Once you're properly seated, he hands your water back for you to finish. Seeing your bright smile makes his own lips tug into a small one.
Jason rakes his hands through his hair as you drink. He rubs his hands over his face, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes from a moment, trying to shake a bit of the sleep still clinging to him.
You hand him back the nearly finished glass of water. He watches you shuffled back under the covers, moving over to the wall-side. Your side. He finishes off the last two gulps of your water and sets the glass on the night stand.
He follows you under the covers, immediately pulling you close. He presses a kiss to your cheek and drops his head into the crook of your neck, an arm draped around your waist, the other tucked under his pillow. He kisses your shoulder and gently squeezes your waist once.
Your arms settle around him, "If you wanted cuddles you could’ve just asked, you know."
Jason only grumbles an incoherent response. He shuffles and presses closer to you, holding you tight.
You kiss his forehead and Jason starts to count.
Ahh!! I hope you like! This is lowkey rushed.
Also you can catch my personal headcanon of how Jason WILL keep his bed, with or without you in it, as far away from the window and door as possible. And you best believe that when you two share, you're getting the wall side so he can act as a barrier for any possible danger that may come in.
#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd fic#dc#jason todd x fem!reader#red hood#jason todd x you#red hood x fem!reader#red hood x reader#red hood x you#cw gun mention#dc x reader#dc fic#jason todd x y/n#jason todd imagine#jason todd x male!reader#jason todd x gn!reader#missy writes
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Red Hood has a lot of people fooled, but he can’t fool the Narrows with that flawless trigger discipline. They know he’s something more than a common thug or gang leader the second they see that grip.
#thoughts#i’m not making a ton of sense#but I wanted to mention trigger discipline#somehow#Jason todd#red hood#Gotham#tw guns#tw guns mention
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"A Secret Service agent spotted a rifle barrel sticking out of fence and “engaged” with the suspect, Palm Beach County Sheriff Ric Bradshaw said at a news conference late Sunday afternoon. The gunman was 300 to 500 yards away from Trump, a Secret Service official said. Law enforcement found an AK-47 style rifle, GoPro and backpacks where the suspect was positioned, Bradshaw said."
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#destiel meme news#destiel meme#news#united states#us news#us politics#donald trump#fuck trump#trump shooting#a second assassination attempt has hit donald trump#trump assassination attempt#part 2 electric boogaloo#gun tw#guns tw#tw gun violence#tw guns#tw gun mention#tw gun#tw shootings#tw shooting#political violence#please let this one be a republic too#anti trump
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shawn's deep trust of lassiter keeps catching me so off-guard like when he's held captive and lassie and henry both turn up he tries to yell "carlton" not "dad" and when he sees a guy with a gun come into the restaurant he goes straight for lassie and keeps trying to get his attention instead of literally any of the other dozens of cops in the room with them and when he's telling someone to call the police he tells them to ask for lassiter, not jules, not vick, lassiter. like he spends all his time provoking lassie but the second there's danger there's literally no one else he trusts more
#psych#shawn spencer#carlton lassiter#shassie#like#what the hell man#also lassie calling him 'shawn' all through shawn takes a shot in the dark was Something#i know it's because he was with henry and it would have been weird to last name him to his dad#but still it was wild#AND shawn tried to call out to him as 'carlton' in the same episode??? hello???#and the moment where lassie stops the car and shawn immediately holds the gun out for him is like#yeah they annoy each other so so much#but they're soooo in sync#they Get each other#they drive me fucking crazy like everyone on the show talks about shawn and gus's weird little thing#but no one mentions shawn and lassie's weird little thing#probably because lassie would shoot them but still
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Your average lesbian couple ready for date night
#cw gun mention#I guess?#art#MLP#swearing#rarijack#rarity#applejack#apple jack#mlp rarity#mlp applejack#mlp rarijack#mlp fanart#mlp art
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I saw the original on insta and immediately dropped everything to draw this
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#danganronpa#sdr2#nagito komaeda#hajime hinata#super danganronpa 2#danganronpa fanart#mine#sketch#nagito#hajime#animal crossing#cw gun mention#I promise this has nothing to do with real world events#I've just been wanting to draw Nagito again and as soon as i saw this post i had to#1k
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