#oxygen deprivation

[aceofwhump]

Doctor Who 3x01 "Smith and Jones"

[jasmines-library]

Devil in Disguise

WHUMPTOBER DAY 29: Prompt ‘oxygen deprivation’

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: After escaping from the cage, Lucifer decides to pay Sam a visit, only he's not there. So he settles on the next best thing: you.

Warnings: Choking, near death

Word count: 1.2k

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No matter how many times you wished things would go your way, you never seemed to be that lucky. That was to say the least.

You were waiting antsily for your brothers to return, bouncing your leg restlessly and picking the thumb around your skin. They had only gone on a supply run; something they had done hundreds of times, but today something was different. You couldn’t shake the feeling that you were being followed. Every time you turned your back, you felt as though an invisible hand was trailing down your spine, but each time you turned to take a look, the feeling stopped. Perhaps it was to do with the face that Lucifer was back from the cage. 

It was an odd sensation. Seeing Lucifer possess your best friend. It was stranger to know what he was doing with his body too. The havoc and disruption he caused. You would have liked to have said that it got easier when he left Cas and returned to his first vessel, but then you were faced with the constant reminder of what he had done to Sam. You weren’t really sure which was worse. 

To try and take your mind off of things, you had settled down in the library with a book, A leather-bound copy of a handwritten journal that once belonged to a woman of letters. You had just settled into it when you heard it; a loud crash that thundered through the bunker. You had an unwanted visitor. 

Leaving the book on the armchair, you crept into the hallway, snagging a pistol that lay on the table on the way past. The good thing about the bunker was that it was crawling with weapons and you knew it like the back of your hand. But seemingly, so did the intruder. 

A cold hand wrapped its digits around your arm. You yelped as you were whipped around to face Lucifer. Tall and looming over you he grinned, flashing you his pearly teeth. 

“Hiya, Y/n?” He gave you a small wave. “ d’ya miss little old me?”

You shoved him off, holding the gun out in front of you even though you knew that your actions would be in vain. “Get away from me.”

You tried to run further into the bunker, but were stopped by an invisible force, keeping your body in place as though you were surrounded by a block of concrete. “What do you want from me?” 

He shrugged, trailing a slender finger along your jaw. “Can’t I pay a Winchester a visit?”

You gave him a firm look. 

“Okay. Fine.” He chewed the inside of his lip. “I got bored. All this hopping around… i'd got nothing to do. But now I’m back in good ol’ Nick. Well. I thought it would be nice to see some old friends. Maybe take Sammy on a little trip down memory lane. But it seems he’s not here right now. Isn’t that right?”

You didn’t respond. You just grimaced as he took your jaw in his grip and forced you to face him. You tried to squirm but were held still. 

“So, It looks like I'll just have to deal with the next best thing.”

You didn’t have a chance to react as he flung you against the wall, your head snacking against the blue tiles, helpless as you felt the invisible force squeeze you against the wall. 

“Let me go.” You demanded, desperately trying to pry your limbs away from the tile. 

Lucifer just pursed his lips. “Hm. I think this is much more interesting.”

“Sam and Dean’ll be back at any moment and then you’ll be a dead-”

Suddenly an invisible hand wrapped its way around your neck. “You talk too much.

You dropped to the floor, clawing at your neck as you tried to relieve some of the pressure that was crushing your windpipe like it was a can. You gasped and stuttered, trying to hungrily suck in air that refused to pass into your lungs. The agony that blossomed from them was unbearable; fiery and raw. 

Lucifer just smirked as he watched you struggle, tightening his mercilessly around your throat. 

Your chest constricted with fear. You had never imagined you would go down like this. For years you had believed you would go swinging. Never alone and without saying goodbye to your brothers. You flailed wildly as black spots swirled in your vision, and everything faded in and out.Your shoes slipped against the floor, struggling to find a grip on anything in your panic-filled reverie. That was until it stopped. 

Lucifer’s clutch on you vanished as your two brothers stormed into the bunker, noticing your absence. It was then that he heard the struggle coming from the halls. They had never moved faster than they did as they raced towards you, catching the devil off guard and after some struggle managed to restrain him with the cuffs. 

Sam was at your side in a second, squatting besides you. He placed his hands on your shoulder and forced you to look at him with your wide eyes. You were hyperventilating, breaths coming in short and desperate gasps. 

“Hey, Hey. Kiddo. Look at me.” You watched him carefully. Observing the way that his hair framed his face. “Follow my breathing.”

You took in a shaky, but deeper breath feeling the air rush into your lungs. You tried to follow your brother's breathing until yours settled into an even rhythm. 

“That’s it kid. You’re okay. We’re here.”

He wiped the stray tears that had fallen from your eyes and brough your head to his chest, tucking your head beneath his chin. You curled up tightly on his lap like you used to do when you were a small child afraid of the monsters that lurked under your bed. You leaned into his warmth, seeking solace in his cologne. 

“You’re okay kid.” He mumbled into your hair, threading your hair through his fingers. He eased you up into his arms and carried you off down the hall. When you dared peak over his shoulder, you noticed that Lucifer was nowhere to be seen. It was likely that Dean had forced him into the dungeon, but you clung closer to Sam just in case. 

He then eased open the heavy door with a creak and crossed the room in two large strides to lay you down on the comforter,Your head snapped up when he stepped away for a moment, panic clutching you tightly again.

You sniffled. “Sammy?”

“I’m here.” He said, returning moments later with Dean who had managed to slip in through the door at some point. 

He perched on the end of the bed. “Hey sweetheart.” He pulled you in close to his chest as his brother came round to sit on your other side. 

“You’re okay sweetheart.” Sam soothed. “He can’t get you anymore. No one is going to hurt you.”

You shuffled in closer to them, as exhaustion began to settle over your body. 

“Why don’t you try and get some rest, kiddo?”

You nodded hesitantly. “Stay with me? Please.”

Dean pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “Of course sweetheart. We’re not going anywhere.”

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Enlightenment - Season 20

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if youre still doing them, unconscious for the three sentence fics! (as a continuation to running out of time) ❤️

(Continuation of running out of time)

“Hurry!” Wild yelled, even though it left his gasping for air. He put one hand on his throat and left the other wrapped around Sky’s limp shoulders.

The other heroes were close. Wild could finally hear them. They had to be careful not to collapse the cave further, but Wild’s heart beat faster with every passing second.

“Is Sky with you?” Someone yelled. Wild barely heard it through the rocks. He sucked in as deep a breath as he could, but was overcome by a fit of coughing. Wild was left gasping, black spots dancing in his vision, and he felt himself leaning more heavily against Sky.

Was there a question? Why was he trying to talk?

“Champion!”

The yell pulled Wild out of the haze. He blinked his eyes rapidly and tried to control his breathing.

“Is Sky with you?”

Wild blearily looked at Sky. He was curled up at Wild’s side, and if Wild didn’t look too closely at his blue lips Sky almost looked peacefully asleep.

“Wild, are you there? Is Sky with you?”

The voice sounded stressed. Maybe Wild could help. Wild shook his head to clear his foggy mind and allowed himself three full breaths before he answered. “Unconscious,” he yelled as loud as he could.

There was a response, Wild thought, but he was too tired to make it out. Wild let his eyes slip shut and head rest on Sky’s. The other heroes would be here soon; surely a nap wouldn’t hurt.

(Next part ->)

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Focus

Summary: Written for AI-less Whumptober 2023 Day 28. Set in my Magic AU. A successful spell of any kind requires concentration, something Hiccup lacks. Unfortunately, when he finds his focus, it’s on the wrong thing entirely.

Warning: /

Rating: Teen and Up

Characters: Hiccup, Snotlout, Astrid, Ruffnut, Tuffnut, Fishlegs, Viggo

Pairing: Slight Hiccstrid, Slight Vigcup

Words: 1 708

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: Oxygen Deprivation, Sweating

Whumpee: Snotlout, Hiccup

Author’s Notes: Honestly love writing for this AU. And glad to add some Snotlout whump to this year's AI-less Whumptober!

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XOXOX

For as long as he’s been here, Viggo has been a mystery to Hiccup and he figures he always will be. One moment, the man has all the patience in the world for him and seeks to tutor him personally. The next, Hiccup is a stain on his existence. It’s a confusing dynamic that they have, one he doesn’t appear to have with anyone else in this castle.

“Take something and focus your magic for once in your life. Try the spinning top, maybe a child’s toy will finally help you grasp the basics!

Clearly, Viggo has never met an actual child before. But it is the reason why he had to go all the way down into the dungeon- now a place where artifacts and other nick-nacks are stored- to grab a child’s toy that hasn’t seen the light since the 1800s to practice his focus on. Because the key to a successful enchantment is focus, something Hiccup severely lacks. He blames the neurodivergency.

It’s lunchtime, but instead of taking a break, he’s taken the toy with him to the dining hall, where he sits at the table and, in every sense of the word, embarrasses himself in front of his newfound friend group.

“Oh, come on! Work with me here!” Hiccup moans in annoyance as he spins it only to watch it come to a slow stop, dashing whatever little hope he has. The point is to keep it spinning. Spinning, spinning, spinning, and spinning, for however long his concentration lasts. Endless motion.

Snotlout snickers. “This is just painful.”

Astrid kicks him underneath the table, he jumps and spills his soup. Ruffnut protests loudly when some of it splashes onto her pile of sandwiches.

“Maybe you’re not saying it correctly?” Fishlegs gently offers.

“Uh, Mr. Amazing over there? Mr. I’m-Awesome-At-Everything-I-Do? I thought he didn’t need to incant stuff?” Snotlout comes again as he uses his one napkin to clean it up. “No magic outside of class,” Viggo always says, but he’s pretty sure that rule only applies to him and the twins.

“Maybe you lack intent?” Astrid offers.

“I’m not sure what other intent besides “spin you stupid thing!” I can give it. I’m intenting the crap out of it! I’m going to be stuck at the basics forever,” Hiccup deflates.

Snotlout snickers again. ���All the power in the world, still sucks.”

“Don’t you have soup to clean up?!” Astrid asks him, arms crossing.

“Uh, and who’s the reason I have soup to clean up?”

“Just go grab more napkins. Maybe it’s your unbelievably loud slurping that keeps distracting him,” she crosses her arms and Snotlout sends her a glare.

But it’s true. Partially. Hiccup can’t focus in the dining hall, but he couldn’t focus in the classroom either. There was this fly that kept buzzing around the room, coming close and then flying out of reach. His senses have always felt like they’re dialed up to 11, that’s just how his brain works, but it’s ten times worse when he’s trying to focus his magic on anything.

Hiccup brings his attention back on the top. Instead of spinning it beforehand, he lets it lie and tries to make it move that way. His fingers press against his temples, elbows on the table, as he glares at it as if it’ll help.

But the table doesn’t remain quiet, Snotlout gives him a glare and snickers before Astrid kicks him.

“Maybe it’s your nagging.”

“Maybe it’s your face!”

“Maybe it’s your face!”

“Maybe you should just shut up, Snotlout! As a matter of fact, stop breathing! Just stop breathing in my general direction so I can finally concentrate!” Hiccup snaps at only one arguing half. It’s true that Snotlout’s constant slurping was also throwing him off. He knows he was doing it on purpose, he likes to make things hard for him.

Hiccup focuses back on the top, willing it to spin, but still nothing happens. He doesn’t understand why. He can feel the magic in his veins thrilling, reacting to his command, so why won’t the top just do as he asks?

“Hey-” Astrid comes.

“Astrid, not now,” what if he just glares really hard? Maybe that will help.

“No, seriously, you need to stop.”

“And I need every noise in the world to stop.”

“H-man, look at what you’re doing!” Tuffnut comes, sitting directly across from Snotlout.

“No, look!” Fishlegs yells and Hiccup just barely avoids a soup bowl thrown at his head.

Now standing, he looks at Snotlout to find his hands around his throat in a struggle. He makes no sound as he’s not getting any air. He’s not even choking, he’s simply not breathing.

“Hey, come on, man! Stop!” Ruffnut yells at him, also rising to her feet.

“I-I-I’m- I’m not-”

“Yes, you are!” Astrid states as she stands and grabs Hiccup’s hands. “Come on, you can do this. Just break your hold on him.”

“What do you mean “just break my hold on him?” I have no idea how I’m even doing this!” Comes Hiccup’s panicked reply.

In a frenzy, Snotlout jumps up from his seat and slams a fist on the table. He looks like he’s trying to make his lungs work, but it’s as if they’ve forgotten how to. Others in the dining hall watch them, whispering.

“Come on, Snotlout, breathe. Just breathe,” Fishlegs comes over and throws an arm around him. Ruffnut stands on his other side while Tuffnut kneels in front.

“Just do what we do!” He says as he and his sister breathe in and out in an exaggerated manner.

“None of that will help! The spell needs to be broken!”

Hiccup looks at each of his friends, panic causing his heart to race. He can’t focus, he can’t break anything.

And there Astrid goes, out the door. Saying something about Viggo, she bolts as fast as her athletic legs can carry her.

“Come on, man! You’re the one doing this!” One knows they’ve messed up when even Tuffnut is seriously mad.

“I don’t know what I’m doing!” He yells, hands in his hair.

Snotlout’s face turns a deep blue, he pounds on his own chest, but still his lungs won’t work. In Fishlegs’ arms he goes limp.

“Snotlout, no!” he yells, holding him up. All Hiccup can do is watch on in horror. “Hiccup, just stop!”

Hurried footsteps enter the dining hall. A large hand settles on Hiccup’s forehead from behind, the owner mutters an incantation about sleep, and his consciousness fades. Eyes rolling back, legs going limp, Viggo catches the young man and gently lowers him to the floor.

A dramatic gasp fills the dining hall, Snotlout finally takes his first breathe in what feels like an eternity. Without the strength to stand on his own two feet, he hangs onto Fishlegs sluggishly, barely conscious himself. Relief sweeps through the hall.

“Now would someone be so willing to tell me what in the Hell happened here?” Viggo is beyond angry, as he usually is whenever something of this magnitude goes wrong.

No one answers simply because they don’t know how to. They were eating, there was some banter and arguing, and the next thing they know Hiccup was passively choking the life out of Snotlout.

Viggo breathes through his teeth, realizing that his students don’t quite know how to answer that.

“Fools, all of you,” he mutters before taking off his dark blue vest to fold up and place beneath Hiccup’s head. It shouldn’t take too long for him to wake up.

Fishlegs helps Snotlout sit on a chair as he catches his breath. His lungs are burning, his body is weak, and the most terrible headache he’s ever experienced pounds inside his skull.

“He was… trying to kill me!” He gasps, a hand still on his chest.

“He wasn’t trying to kill you,” Viggo bites back at him. He was nose deep in a book when Astrid came bursting into his room and disturbed his peace.

“Sir, what did happen?” Astrid asks. She figures they’re all dying to know. How could Hiccup just enchant Snotlout like that and how did his hold on him not break? He was panicking just as much as the rest of them, probably even more so.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Viggo asks. “Our dear friend focused his magic on the wrong target. And instead of breaking his hold, his panic strengthened it.”

In a way, it makes sense, or so they suppose. Heavy emotions can make or break a spell.

“Take Snotlout to the infirmary. I’ll wait for him to awaken,” their mentor orders, referring to Hiccup, and they listen. While Fishlegs and Tuffnut take their shaken friend away, Astrid and Ruffnut are urged to follow. Astrid shoots a glance at Hiccup behind her.

In time, the entire dining hall runs empty of guests, leaving just the two of them.

It takes a couple of minutes longer, but Hiccup eventually comes to. He’s understandably sluggish as he awakens from a brief sleep put upon him by magical means.

“Viggo?” He’s confused to see him at first, but as the events preceding his passing out return to him, he sits up in a hurry.

“Snotlout! What-what happened to him? Is he- is he okay?!” He asks his mentor, who raises a hand to silence him.

“Snotlout was taken to the infirmary, but I suspect he’ll make a full recovery. You have nothing to worry about,” he assures him.

Hiccup sighs and pulls his knees up, settling his elbows on them and a hand in his hair. He wouldn’t exactly say that he has nothing to worry about. He almost killed Snotlout! By accident!

Viggo lays a hand on his shoulder and once again he’s showing a side to him that the others don’t get to see much. Or at all.

“You’ll learn to control it,” there’s almost confidence in his statement, but Hiccup isn’t sure how that will ever happen.

“Sure, like I haven’t been trying to learn my entire life,” he mutters as he rises to his feet. Viggo watches him leave, expression unreadable. The dining hall behind him, Hiccup retreats to his room, unsure how he’s going to face anyone ever again.

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Aşk-ı Memnu 56. Bölüm

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May 31, 8-Tau A'o Fire incident

"She got us both out. Really, it would have been better for her own safety to just leave, but she knew I’d seen the stuff in that room better than she did. She gave me her oxygen tank since mine got stuck beneath part of the collapse.

"Apparently she knew her injuries were fatal, but bet on it that mine could be survived.”

- Sa'a (Minharh) in KK3, Chapter 40

[spectral-whumpy-writer]

Getting Settled: Day 1

(tw: overly friendly dogo (Dog will never be whumped), blood, oxygen deprivation, non-con touching (non-sexual), invasive measuring, cursing, pet names, captivity, blood, female whumper, creepy whumper, intimate whumper, non-human whumper, non-binary whumpee,) If I missed anything lmk

Indigo opens their eyes to two giant eyes and a giant tongue staring at them. The creature licks their face and they back away until they can see what it is. A dog is staring right at them with her head cocked to the side. 

“Oh, it’s just a dog. What in the world…” they trail off as they get up and look around. They are enclosed with three walls and one glass wall. To one corner is a pool of water and the opposite is a little fake cave to hide in. 

Fake and real trees are littered on the ground. Indigo sinks to the floor and the dog comes over and noses their hand. Eventually settling on putting her head in their lap. They give up on brooding on where the heck they are and pet the dog.

“Man, do you have a name? Family missing you? A life?” They sigh and continue petting the dog. They notice a collar wrapped around her neck. All dingy and dirty. “Miko,” the dog gets up and runs around stopping before Indigo, “So your name is Miko, I’m Indigo,”

They feel silly talking to a dog, but beggars can’t be choosers right? “Well this is good! I wasn’t sure if you two were compatible! I mean, my research said you were, but there’s always outliers. Now, you need not to speak unless I ask you to specifically, so shut your mouth before I do it for you,”

Indigo furrows their brow, what the fuck? Who is this lady? And are those scales covering her?! They open their mouth, then just close it confused. They settle for pushing the dog off of them and scuttling back into the nearest corner trying to get as far away as they can.

She laughs at their fear and just comes closer and crouches down in front of them with her big orange eyes staring right through them. Not even looking at them, just assessing with a critical look, like they’re an object. They can’t handle the apprehension, “Who the hell are you, and why the fuck am I here?” she starts frowning and comes even closer to them, “Hey, HEY! S-stay away from me! Back off you-you creep!” 

She continues to just stare at them, but her eyes keep getting narrower. Indigo plants their hands on the strange creature's chest and tries to push them away with all of their strength. She just barely falls over and Indigo runs to another corner and crouches with their hands outstretched like they can defend themselves. What a dumb idiot. 

She gets up and brushes off her clothes picking up her clipboard. Miko starts whimpering and runs to the fake cave cowering. “Miko…?” They are so intent on watching the dog that they don’t see the creature sneak up on them, effectively cornering them.

Her eyes are narrowed into slits and she puts her hands on either side of their head, trapping them. “Now, I was trying to be civil, letting you have some control, but now I know that your species, homo sapiens, cannot be trusted for sure and not just because of a war that happened a long time ago. You cannot even understand SIMPLE INSTRUCTIONS,” 

They’re trying to find a way out of the corner to escape but she then grabs their chin making them look her in the eyes. Her hands are making weird gestures. Out of the corner of their eye they see that she has started circling their head. Indigo tries to move their head so see what she’s doing but her claws dig into their chin, making blood drip down her hands.

Wincing, they fail to notice their breathing is becoming labored. Indigo’s eyes fly open in shock, they can’t breathe! Their hands fly up to their neck in an futile attempt to breathe better. Tears start to gather in their eyes and their vision is glazing over from lack of oxygen. A tiny sliver of air is able to trickle into their lungs and it’s barely enough to not pass out, but not enough to do anything else. 

Entirely held up by her hand on their chin, more blood cascades down her hand, staining her white coat sleeve red. Taking away her hand, Indigo crumples to the ground like an old sweatshirt you drop on your floor. She puts her hands on her hips surveying the mess of a human beneath her feet.

“Now, I didn’t want to do this, but you forced me to play my cards. Now you know that I’m not nice when mean,” she makes a fake pouty face and picks up her clipboard. Tears have leaked out of their eyes, tracing lines to their hairline. “Sweet thing, don’t cry, it was necessary, if it helps, think of it as correction. Better yet, punishment for acting out. You spoke out of turn and pushed me, you deserve this,” 

I deserve this? Why would I deserve this! I was just defending myself! And a punishment! What does she think I am, a pet? A naughty child? She’s still talking but it all goes through one ear out the other for Indigo because she moved their head into her lap and their splintered focus can only coherently notice her unwanted touch.

“Lovely, I need measurements, and on flooding days, you’ll go back into the lab for further studying. Thankfully the next flooding days are only a week away so I won’t have to wait long!” Curve around their left temple, across their hairline, then curve around their right temple. Repeat. 

She keeps touching them, moving them, talking about something, but they have no idea, too deprived of oxygen to care about anything other than the next breath. She pulls a measuring roll out of her pocket. Next thing they know is she is measuring everything about them.

Pulls out their arms, fingertip to armpit. Legs. Torso. Head. Neck. Nothing is left unmeasured until she is prying open their mouth and looking around, muttering about how their anatomy is all wrong and they shouldn’t exist. Eyes pried open and looked at underneath a looking glass. Who has that in their pocket!? 

They can faintly hear a scratching sound. With great effort, they move their eyes trying to find the source of the sound. She’s writing everything down on her clipboard. Bright orange eyes meet theirs and they crinkle in amusement. “Sweet thing, what are you doing? Are you curious about what I’m doing?” she doesn’t wait for an answer, “Well, I’m measuring you, I have to have the correct measurements! So naturally then I’m writing them down afterwards!” She goes silent and keeps measuring them.

Their hair is brushed to the side to reveal their forehead. “Huh, you don’t have any tellings. I wonder what you prefer. I could ask you, but you decided to be difficult!” she frowns and sighs, “I guess if you behave, I’ll let you be able to talk. Are you going to behave?”

They give the best glare they can manage and let out a tiny costly huff of air. Her eyes narrow and a hand shoots out to grab their upper arm. “Are you going to behave?” 

She digs her sharp claws into their arm, drawing blood. If they had any air, a cry would’ve slipped out, instead all that comes out is a weak shaky exhale. She digs them in deeper, cutting muscle and maintaining eye contact. They stay like that for a bit until they frantically try to nod their head. Wanting her claws out of their arm.

There is suddenly more oxygen available and they suck in as much air as they can greedily. They start coughing and she laughs, “Not so fast there sweet thing!” they glare at her but she ignores them and plows on, “Now, you are going to answer my questions and nothing more, got it?” 

They nod slowly, head rubbing on her pants. “Now, what is your telling,” Indigo’s brows furrow, confused. What the hell is a telling? She must notice their confused look and sighs, trying to clarify, “You know, how you tell how you want to be addressed. I noticed your species doesn't have one, so I’ll ask you. How are you addressed?”

“I-I uh guess, they-them? I don’t know what you’re asking though…” they trail off as her brows furrow now, deep in thought. Her hands leave their head to search for her clipboard. 

“So, non-binary then? Hmm, that’s interesting, name?”

“Uhh, real or preferred?”

“Prefered, I guess, you don’t pick your names?”

“No, you do?”

“Yes, now answer the question!” Her claws prick his forehead in warning and he winces but continues.

“Indigo,”

“Age?”

“2-” his body is wracked with coughs as his tries to sit up but she just pushes them back down into her lap, “21”

“Interesting, well, that is all for now, I will get all this information out on your plaque,”

“Plaque?” 

A slap turns his head into her pant leg, muffling his whimpers of pain. “You stupid homo sapian, why can’t you follow orders like all the other inferior species. Little canis lupus familiaris over there follows orders, why can’t you just be a good little specimen,” She massages her forehead sighing. “Now if I hear from the visitors that you’re misbehaving in any way, there will be a punishment to fit the crime. You hear me?”

“yes..”

“That’ll be a yes miss from you,”

“Fuck you! I won’t call you miss!” Another slap follows this one more painful and aggravating their sluggishly bleeding chin. They still don’t answer as she wants and this time it’s a fist that follows their disobedience. “Ow! Fuck! Fine! Yes miss!”

She smiles, “Now, that wasn’t so hard. Behave now,” She pushes them off her lap, continuing to stain her white lab coat a crimson red. She smiles, but the light doesn’t reach her eyes and shuts the heavy door with a clang. 

Indigo pushes themself up with shaky arms, collapsing once under their weight, arm bleeding again. They manage to awkwardly crawl into the fake cave next to Miko. Blood stains their drysuit, making the light blue almost a dark maroon. They exhale shakily, pulling their hands over their face.

They lay down staring at the ceiling feeling nothing. They don’t want to sleep but their body forces them too. Trying to make up for the blood they lost. Their eyes flutter closed and in another room, someone smiles, watching their sweet, fragile little thing fall asleep.

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Hypoxia

Have you ever been low on air? Not enough to worry about death or unconsciousness, but enough that you can't help but laugh. Normal breathing isn't enough, so your body must think the convulsions might help. You want to be free, to breath normally, but they won't stop sitting on your chest. After all, you are laughing, so it must be a fun game. You want it to stop, but at least you are getting attention, acknowledged as a person, as someone who exists in this world.

[cursi4do]

yy yo m preguntó....... k tan intoxikante(y riko) era el nivel d pureza del oxigeno k respiraba antes la umanidad pq enserio eran taantos los mitos i la fantasia k narraban en tiempos d kristo🤷‍♂️

[daily-beau]

Day 42: SHAKE SHAKE SHAKE-

[fumifooms]

Jinx’s eyes and lost innocence

This sequence.

A bomb like she made in her youth. Except that unlike then, this one works, this one explodes… With paint and glitter and powder, instead of intending to kill or hurt.

The man who shielded himself from it sure that it would be his end, surprised, checking himself for wounds with disbelief, covered in paint, as if it was just some harmless prank. Relief. But the second surprise comes with the sound of the gun behind him. We see their eyes shift, both of them, her steeling and readying her shot without urgency and him understanding with urgency that yes, he is going to die, at her hand, and the bomb was just a fluke, a cruel prank, a distraction at best.

And this. These are the seconds that interest me, what ties it all together. The way we linger. The way she lingers. To, during a fight scene, slow down the pace to watch her face as she pulls the trigger and feels the recoil of her gun, watch her take in how she just took another life, watch her mouth part and her eyelids flutter when she notices the kid.

There are not enough emotions on her face for someone who just killed, but also there are more than there should be for a cold-blooded killer showing as much practice ease as she is. Does she always have this moment when killing someone? Did seeing her paint bomb go off, shooting someone covered in her paint and glitter of it, make her feel anything? Did she see the change in her that empowered her that she both loathes and clings onto in that split moment, too? Why did she even remake that first bomb? Why make it work and make it work to shoot off harmless fun showy things? Why indulge in this remnant of her past, why with that innocent intent intact stills if it didn’t get warped with the use of distracting an enemy to better sneak attack? Why taint that memory? Is the reaction only when she sees the kid?

Why does the camera linger, why does she linger? We’re not sure, and I’m sure she herself doesn’t know, but what we know is that she’s changed, and yeah, we’re low.

The kid, watching the fresh corpse fall, with curiosity more than anything.

Jinx with the gun gesture, reflecting their earlier conversation, referencing it. A shared secret, shared smirks, a relationship forming. Complicity. Jinx is knowingly or not taking her under her wing, shaping her by example like mentorship. A little girl that she resembled once getting desensitized to violence at her hand, encouraged to see killing positively. Empowering.

Episode 2 explores her past and upbringing in many ways, talking about Silco, her many mistakes, seeking out Sevika the last remnant of a person of her life with him and sticking with her, doing something for her despite knowing she should be betraying her any minute now. But fast forward to episode 3, the next time she has to confront it and herself.

Jinx praises Vi for finally using the right name for her, Jinx, and Vi talks about how she’ll kill her so she stops sullying the memory of Powder, blahblahblah. They exchange some punches and rows of bullets, we see Jinx’s eyes take in and calculate and shift here too, react and then react. Vi using the same mirror Caitlyn shot into intending to kill Jinx to shield herself from Jinx’s shot.

But this is it. When Vi uses her huge metal hextech fists to rip her invention, her gun, apart. Jinx is not the only one sullying memories, Vi is here, as an enforcer for Piltover, using Vander’s choice of weapon, and she uses it to hurt her, destroy her things, her inventions whose worth was such a source of insecurity and identity growing up.

This is when Jinx sees so very closely, at the other end of it, her sister’s rage and murderous intent as she rips metal apart.

We see her expression shift again and again during these few shots and the ones before and after. Her face as she watches Vi’s through the wires of her gun. As Vi roars. She grows less confident, less sure, more nervous, dare I say more fearful.

The music kicking up. Jinx’s face right then cutting to Jayce’s with a very similar expression, staring at something he doesn’t understand. "What have we done" he says.

Vi has always always been stronger than Jinx, inventions were how she made herself strong, and Vi can destroy them, Vi can rip metal apart.

And oh. Oh. This is truly really for real now. A fight to the death. No punches pulled.

She crawls away from Vi and it’s only the hextech malfunction that saves her.

Sevika smiles at Caitlyn biting her hand, with newfound respect as she draws blood. At her will, her bloodthirst, how far she’ll lower herself to hurt and fight. This is a scene about corruption arcs.

Jinx stands before Vi whose symbol of corruption just failed her, chained her to the ground vulnerable, and Jinx pulls the trigger just like Caitlyn, just like Vi was ready to do. No punches pulled.

Except they are. Jinx has steeled herself but Vi is softening. Vi is strong but she is vulnerable too and she can be made weak with Jinx’s guns and bombs.

And despite this when Jinx falls from her own weapon misfiring at a shot meant to kill her Vi is reaching out to catch, not hurt. Hold, not claw. Deflect, not counter.

Push, not punch.

Jinx’s eye shines pink like shimmer and this is when Vi shifts on the offensive, just before Jinx fires the shot that barelly misses her as she throws Jinx roughly at a wall.

And now they’ve fully switched places. The longer Vi has to fight Jinx the more she’s conflicted, the more Jinx loses herself to the fight the more she rages.

The chorus swells. "Just when you’ve done it all / you will turn it all / to ashes and blood" No words left to say, nothing left to mend.

She’s ready to die when she lunges at Vi with only her fists, she expects to die, hopes so. Knows from experience their respective results in that punching arcade game full well, even if she were to try with all her might, having tried all her might. She’s felt cursed by fate for a long time and she accepts it, just wants to go out with the most fireworks, to have been seen, to have mattered one way or another.

Vi punches the altar next to Jinx even as she’s got her pinned down defenseless and she readies her fist. And she has all the time to do it, she could have done it, except she couldn’t. And it costs them the chance to killl her.

The scene as a whole has a split focus on Jayce, Jinx and Vi centrally, and the song lyrics match that quite well. The full ones lyrics are worth looking at but to keep it quick: "How does it feel to reach the line that no one ever got to cross? Does it make you a god now?" A rethoric question of course, the song spells it out like it’s a damning wake-up call. The scene is all about regret. Our choices have led us here, it says. Jayce is dreading and afraid of what he’s done, Jinx is empty and as self-loathing as ever, Vi wants to stop blaming herself and is still conflicted on what side she should be on. "Catch the fire burning out your soul / Just make it die or you will turn it all / To ashes and blood" Jinx, accepting this is where she dies. She’s said in episode two she wants to kill the last of her family, but we all know it’s a lie, she’s never wanted to destroy and break things, never wanted to cause ashes and blood. She wants to fix things. She wants things to fix. She just wanted glitter bombs and arcade games. She wants there to be something left she can fix, but it’s all just dust now.

Jinx has never been in that place before, she took the time to draw all those Powders and Vis on pillars while waiting for her to show up so they can kill each other. She’s lingering on the past again, bringing it into the now to use it as a stage for battle.

Jayce is reckoning with the consequences of what he’s created and done, that he might cause a lot of ashes and blood. Vi being corrupted too, by Piltover, by rage, by Jinx, by Powder. Vi is being turned to ashes and blood, this is what jinx has made of her, what she’s made of herself. Vi is being corrupted too, by Piltover, by rage, by Jinx, by Powder. Vi has changed, too. Their whole society, their whole lives, their world figuratively and literally, it’s all crumbling.

"Every sin will be forgiven / If you lay down your weapons to the ground" But that’s not really how this works, is it. Jayce or Jinx can’t fix what they’ve done. Vi can’t say this, can’t fix her. No, they’ve dug their graves and the ground is where they’ll all be. Powder is dead.

Just when you think you’ve lost everything. Everything can get ruined and marred a little more, always. The past is not only in the past, it’s here and it’s haunting. Jinx will keep sullying the memory of Powder for Vi and Vi will keep tainting Jinx’s memories of her sister and their childhood.

[malk-with-tea]

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