#rescue gone wrong

[whump-in-the-closet]

Ummm something with the team finally finding whumpee and untying them.

Whumpee repeating "I didn't break, I swear I didn't, I didn't tell them anything, I didn't," while sobbing.

It's true, whumpee didn't tell them anything, but all that caretaker cares about now is trying to calm whumpee down before they bleed out even more.

A Messy Rescue

whumpee slumped over until caretaker grabs their face, desperate to see if they're still conscious

wide eyes and split lip-- a flash of recognition-- and before caretaker can assure them that its all going to be okay, whumpee panics

"I didn't say anything, I didn't, please you have to--" their sentences fragment as they gasp for air. "You have to believe me!"

At first, the team is horrified that this is whumpee's recognition. They feel sick. One teammate turns away, unable to stand it. Unable to watch. It's wrong.

Caretaker snaps out of it first. "Help me cut them down!" Then, they notice whumpee's blood drenching through their once-white shirt

As the team works to free whumpee's wrists from the shackles, Caretaker frantically tries to assess the damage. But whumpee keeps thrashing, jerking out of reach and flinching at their touch.

Alternating between, "I didn't say anything!" and "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry- please don't-- please don't hurt me!"

The teammates all have these grim expressions, mouths in a thin line

A fluttering horror is embedded in caretaker's chest-- this is so much worse than they could have imagined

Even better if Leader, with real pain in their voice, says "We have to keep them quiet."

Caretaker pulls away for a second, hands half-full of bandages. "What're you saying?"

Leader breaks through the last bit of metal and whumpee slumps to the floor, shivering uncontrollably. Caretaker places one hand protectively on their back, rubbing up and down. They don't stop crying. Leader looks away. "Gag them. Or get them to shut up. We don't need them giving away our position to Whumper"

Carrying a gagged and sobbing whumpee out of the building, caretaker can't look them in the eyes. They keep whispering how sorry they are, but they have no idea if whumpee can even hear them or cares. It feels like betrayal, but they can only hope it was worth it.

"We'll get you better, I promise."

[whump-queen]

a trope I love and don’t see nearly enough: when a battle/fight breaks out but nobody bothers to free the prisoner.

whumpee is just stuck chained up or tied down while chaos erupts around them. perhaps dangling from the ceiling, or locked to the floor on their knees, all while getting grazed with arrows or bullets that just barely miss them. or maybe they don’t miss.

whumpee getting pummeled into when one assailant’s body slams another. someone else’s blood spattering whumpee’s face when one stabs another.

the captivity has left them so weak. maybe they’re barely conscious of the commotion around them, dazed eyes flitting over flying fists and spattered blood.

do they cry out for help? is there anyone they can trust here? do they dare? does anyone care? can anyone even hear them over all the commotion?

are their friends trying to rescue them? or is it just another team who wants whumpee to themselves? if their friends are trying to save them, whumpee is now they’re just stuck watching their friends get hurt by whumper’s goons and being unable to do anything about it but cry out to them and tell them they’re sorry. they shouldn’t have come. they’re so sorry.

terrified whumpee yanking at the restraints and begging their friends to turn back. that it’s not worth it. to leave them here and surrender, retreat, to escape while they can before they end up just like whumpee, chained up and useless and utterly helpless to whumpers whims.

I like the idea of a whumpee panicking when they see their friends coming to rescue them. they know there’s no chance they’d win, not against whumper. that was the only solace whumpee had, that at least their loved ones were safe, and now they’re watching that slip away with every team member captured before their eyes.

the guilt, the panic, the helplessness, I love it all.

[scramjettracy]

Another page full of asks this evening, all pretty much the same... so let me say this again:

…

We cannot comment publicly on the details of our operations.

Especially one that is so recent and regarding which there are likely to be formal investigations by various bodies.

We are devastated by every life lost, whether or not we ever had any chance of saving them. We have been there. We know that pain. And nothing we can say or do will make it better for those suffering right now. We did our best but we wish we could have done more.

I will not reply to and thus make public the string of posts I have had purporting to describe the victims of the terrible tragedy yesterday. To do so would be incredibly disrespectful at a time when the families haven’t even had 24 hours for the change in their lives to sink in.

I will not provide fuel for your soulless click-bait. Every single life lost is precious, regardless of how sellable their story might be.

Similarly I will not give credence or publicity to the spurious (and frankly nonsensical) allegations made on zero evidence against our hard-working operatives, myself included. If the GDF have any concerns about our approach they will raise it with me and appropriate improvements will be made.

That is all I am able and willing to say on the matter. The GDF will release any further details it deems appropriate.

Until that time please be advised that we will treat any further badgering of our operatives as harassment and report it accordingly.

[mischievousspooks]

He brought home a heat lamp.

[shanklin]

Stanford never became friends with Fiddleford.

Instead he got himself a different small friend group who cares a lot about him. At least about the Ford he pretended to be in college.

A kind, soft spoken formerly bullied genius who researches very dull stuff in Oregon and definitely not anything weird. Their Ford would never break any rules or ignore safety measures [unlike that other student they heard about during their college years.]

And then Ford stops answering their calls and loses his grant. 

It’s time for an intervention and they start pestering Ford with letters and calls until he finally agrees to meet them at a science convention, but he’ll take his brother with him.

They’re relieved! Ford is with Shermie! They like Shermie! It's a good thing that Ford still has one brother who isn't a good for nothing selfish criminal who destroyed his entire future!

If they ever get their hands on Ford’s evil twin they’ll make sure he’ll regret ever messing with their friend. Ford is too nice for revenge. They aren’t.

Meanwhile at the not-yet Mystery Shack, the Stans freshly survived their own angsty canon divergent tale of two stans AU and locked Bill out of Ford's mind like a week ago.

Stan: I don’t know how long Ford will keep me around but this will be good for him. He needs some friends to take care of him after I inevitably get kicked out again!

Ford: I only agreed to this because Stan insisted and I still haven’t found a way to thank him and apologize. I hope all my “friends” die in a fire.

[violent138]

I believe that Jason's in built taser armour has gone off during hugs and nobody believes that it was a mistake at all, despite Jason's repeated insistence that even he wouldn't be that evil.

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

Thank you @shipper-of-many-many-ships for giving me the inspiration to draw them. Referring to this post

Hulk is not that scary compared to Chief

[literarystarfish]

Caretaker rescuing Whumpee and they both finally make it to safety only for something to happen that takes an already terrified, hurt Whumpee by surprise.

--

It was hard fought. Whumper was not keen to let them go, sending men out to chase them both down. It was harrowing. Caretaker did their best to keep them from harm, like they had promised when they had been ripped apart. Back when Whumper had dragged Whumpee away as Caretaker fought off Whumper’s men. Caretaker had yelled after their fleeting forms that they’d find them. They’d save them. That they’d make Whumper pay if they hurt them.

Whumpee could still remember Caretaker’s yells clear in their mind. How desperately they fought for them then. How they had fought for them now.

Still, despite Caretaker’s best efforts, Whumpee is in a bad way from the prior whumping and then the added strain of the rescue.

They’re bleeding. They’re hurt. They’re tired. Everything is too overwhelming. Their body still in overdrive after the survival mode they’d been in during the time with Whumper and then the flight mode the whole time they were being rescued. Always anxious. Always panicked. Their body couldn’t relax now.

They breathed heavily, leaning against the wall, trying to make it so their heart didn’t feel like it was about to pound out of their chest. Their legs were weak with blood tripping from a cut. The whip marks on their back stung with every little movement and breath they took. Their arms shook as they pressed their hands against their temples in a futile attempt to keep their thoughts from breaking through their skull like they felt they stay trying to do. In the midst of trying not to panic despite their relative safety they’d finally found themself in.

Caretaker came over slowly, putting their hand on their shoulder in an attempt to soothe them. Caretaker seemed so exhausted. Sluggish after the fight they put up on their behalf to save them.

Whumpee’s shaking seemed to travel up Caretaker’s arm where they held them— their grip perhaps a bit too tight to feel as soothing as they probably meant it. In fact, it hurt a bit, where Caretaker accidentally pushed into a wound that was still staining their tattered shirt red. Whumpee appreciated the slight grounding the pain gave them, anyway, even if it hadn’t been in the way Caretaker meant it.

With another deep breath taken, Whumpee felt like they could lift their head without feeling dizzy.

They looked up to Caretaker, only to see that they were looking a bit pale. Their eyes were half lidded and they swayed a bit, their grip tightening past painful on Whumpee’s wounded shoulder.

It wasn’t Whumpee that was shaking. It was Caretaker.

“C-caretaker?” Whumpee reached out to them weakly, feeling a strike of fear rush through them as Caretaker swayed again. The dizziness they’d finally overcome returning with the new rush of panic. Thankfully they were leant against the wall or they would have fallen.

Caretaker blinked slowly, though when they looked up at Whumpee in a delayed response to Whumpee calling out to them, their eyes were cloudy and unfocused.

“Caretaker?” Whumpee asked more frantically, pushing down the bout of nausea as the world spun around them again.

Caretaker opened their mouth slowly as if to answer Whumpee.

Whumpee waited with bated breath. For Caretaker to tell them they were fine. That they were safe. That they were going to be okay. That they weren’t about to pass out like it looked like they were.

“Y-you’re s-safe now, W-Whum-mpee..” A weak, bloodied smile.

Then Caretaker’s eyes rolled up into their head and they collapsed.

The grip on Whumpee’s shoulder pulled them down— unable to keep both of them standing— and Whumpee cried out, landing on already bruised knees and the impact jostling the gash on their leg. They fell forward and barely caught themself with their hands that pushed into the rough gravel as they tried not to collapse onto Caretaker’s limp form beneath them.

Caretaker’s arm went slack and fell from Whumpee’s shoulder, landing haphazardly across Caretaker’s body.

Tears burst from Whumpee’s eyes as they looked down at Caretaker’s face below them. It was splattered with blood. Blood they had thought was of their enemies. Perhaps even Whumper’s, when Caretaker had battled them briefly in their escape.

Though Whumper had managed to get away, they hadn’t seen Caretaker get hit. By Whumper or their men. But a glance down at their body showed more blood covered them than Whumpee had realized.

“C-caretaker?”

No answer. Not even a twitch to show that they heard them.

Whumpee pushed themself back on wobbly arms to sit next to their friend instead of pinned over them and trying not to collapse as well. Their legs felt numb beneath them.

They looked to Caretaker’s face. They were so much paler than before. They could no longer see their chest rising or falling with their breathing.

“Caretaker, please. Come on..” They tried to shake awake their friend weakly.

Their watery eyes caught a wet patch of the metallic red liquid gleaming from Caretaker’s side. It seemed to be growing steadily. The jagged hole in the shirt ominously hinted at what likely lay beneath.

Whumpee peeled away the damp shirt, wet with blood from Caretaker’s body— not Whumper’s, and didn’t even try to stifle the gasp that escaped them.

The wound was large and deep and still spilling blood at an alarming rate.

“No no no no! No! C-caretaker! P-please! Please don’t do this!”

Ignoring their own pain, Whumpee rushed on their hands and knees to feel for Caretaker’s breath.

They did not find it.

Their heart sank.

“No no. No! Caretaker please. I-I’m still scared! I-I can’t do this alone! P-please! Don’t- don’t do this! Please! Wake up! Wake-wake up! P-please!”

They desperately tried to feel for a pulse, but with their own pounding loud in their ears and harshly thrumming through their whole body, they couldn’t tell if that weak beating was what they hoped it was.

“P-please! N-no! C-Caret-t-taker! Don’t go! W-what if… what if I’m-I’m not safe?! Please! Y-you can’t do this i-if I’m not safe yet! Y-you promised! R-right? Please!”

They pushed their hands onto the gaping wound to try to stop the bleeding. As they had learned to do with their own wounds when Whumper had left them beaten and bloodied with no necessary first aide.

“Wake up! I-I need you! I need you! Please! I-I can’t do this alone. You can’t leave me!”

Despite Whumper’s propensity for causing Whumpee pain, Caretaker’s injury was larger and deeper and bloodier than any they’d had themself.

“Please.. No…”

[egg-writes-whump]

Whumpee was sat in the back of the car, staring blankly out the window. Youngest got into the back as well, and they watched as Teammate walked around and got into the passenger seat.

Leader and Teammate spoke to each other quietly, and then Leader started the car. The two continued to talk for the majority of the journey, but Youngest couldn’t really hear what they were saying.

They turned back to Whumpee. There was blood in their hair and on the shoulder of their jacket. Youngest couldn’t see it very well, but there was also a lot of blood on the right side of their face. They leaned across the middle seat and took Whumpee's hand.

They turned to look at them. There was something off about their eyes. They looked unfocused. Their pupils were the wrong size, as well. “…are you ok?” Whumpee didn’t answer at first, as if testing the question out and then trying to think of an answer. Eventually they shrugged. “I will be.”

[hana-bobo-finch]

erm…..posting about an OC via a rushed shitpost was not on my 2025 bingo card!! 😂😂😂😂😂😂get it??? 😂😂😂because his name is bingo??(GETS SHOT)

these are all things he has done or has attempted to do so consider this the full intro post for that freak for now. he’s still too undercooked to fully introduce but damn I love him

[scramjettracy]

. . .Sending hugs to you and every member of International Rescue. I can't pretend I know how hard your jobs are, but it must be devastating sometimes. But thank you. Thank you for being here and trying regardless.

Thank you, anon. It’s not easy. It’s even harder seeing my family struggling. And while we want to be open and honest with the world - there are things we can’t discuss and it’s hard when people turn that against us.

I’ll pass on the hugs to the others. They are far more powerful than an inbox full of outrage, that’s for sure.

[pain-del-doge]

At last the Bear and their apprentices found the missing hunters, but the lot of them are further lost than whatever meets the eye. A certain Darkness had taken ahold of them, the Bear spotted, and a fearsome redness glinted in their eyes, hungering and endlessly violent like the Darkstones that quietly corrupted their souls.

The hunters muttered among their midst as though they had found a great catch, a mighty beast who prowled and protected the Isle, Prairie, and Forest. She was a hunt to end all hunts, they said, much more valuable than the runts and pariahs she protected as though they were her flesh and blood (Perhaps, some of them were? Given the semblance she had with the Serow.)

Nevertheless, both the corrupted hunters and the Bear raised their weapons. There were only two ways their encounter would end, and the Bear inwardly prayed that their apprentices would see the sunrise again regardless of the outcome.

[garashir]

Black Sails XXIII. // XXVII.

[sibillascribbles08]

Artificial Phoenix movie changes

*cracks knuckles* Okay I said I would do this for at least one curious reader, so here we go. I'll eventually drop it under a cut because it is gonna get long haha, if you guys want me to expand on any of these details just let me know !

The opening to the movie is more or less the same, though Leonardo's mistake is less from sheer arrogance and more in eagerness to use his mystic powers. Training with Draxum has proved fruitful, and Leo's just a bit too excited with how good he's getting with his abilities lately.

When they end up with Casey Jr. in their lair, they don't really believe he's from the future until they end up finding the memory locket on his person. Casey tells them he got it from Master Michelangelo, and Mikey and Draxum know it has to be the same locket though the image inside it is different.

There is also a funny add on to this happening in the background where Sho, upon seeing Casey, congratulates Splinter on his grandson. Splinter wants to know where he got that idea, and Atsuko mentions the pair of them do share a lot of features. If this was being animated Splinter would look at her, next to Casey, with a similar expression on his face as the kid and say "I don't see it"

When Casey mentioned the Kraang, both Draxum and Karai recognize the name. April also realizes that's the same things as the creature she found among the empyrean.

The attempt to get the key back also goes just about the same, though Leonardo's desperation to recover it is more out of fear of something else too powerful for them to handle getting into the city and taking something else away from them. But of course, in his attempts to stop that from happening, Raph gets kidnapped.

Donnie's decision to even make all those escape pods also had to do with him wanting to give them an out in case things got too dangerous (and it still only worked so well).

Everyone is desperate to get Raph back, so the boys all go to do this while Draxum, Karai, April and Cassandra all try to find a way to destroy the key. This time it's not just Leo that causes the run through the subway to go to hell. (Leo is constantly asking his grandmother if Raph is still alive).

Casey Jr. has to give all of them a lecture, and is shocked they're even acting like this when Donnie is the one who harshly reminds the kid they aren't their future selves, but they still understand his point and try to collect their feelings so they can save Raph with a more level head.

Also for the record, Casey has met Cassandra during this film, but he has chosen not to reveal how he knows her or why her image is the one coming from his locket (along with another figure who's far too blurry to make out). Cassandra is determined to find out the answer when this ordeal is over.

Raph still gets possessed by the kraang.

Cassandra and Karai are both part of the ground squad, trying to get Casey Jr. to the key so they can close the portal.

The events to seal the kraang are more or less the same, and while Draxum will deny breaking down in front of April, Karai and Cassandra when Leo is trapped on the other side of the portal, April may mention it to Leo later anyway.

Speaking of breakdowns no one is having a good time for the record, but Atsuko tells Mikey that Leo is still alive, and he's not going to give up.

Meanwhile in the prison dimension, Leo is about to give up, but then an incoming hit never connects, because his father's spirit appeared (I have been tempted to write this scene up at the very least).

Get the shit kicked out of you by a ghost Kraang leader.

Well, not that hard, just enough to keep him busy while Leo makes a run for it and eventually reaches Mikey's portal.

Draxum does not stop pestering the boys for weeks while they recover, and when Leo starts calling him Dad on purpose he pretends he's been doing it all this time.

Cassandra eventually gets the truth from Casey, but Mikey's still curious about why Casey's locket plays the same song that his does (Casey isn't sure why)

Uuuuh I think that's about it ! Let me know if you have further questions

[gelu-the-babosa-multiversal]

With the idea of a TFRB x AEMH crossover. It came to the idea that maybe Charlie and Ross could have been friends...

As in the military, they both meet and were partnered together in some activities and become friends, but over time, Ross started to show those sights of aggression and discrimination so Charlie had to decide if ignore or leave his friend.

He chose to leave...

But when he heard that Ross's wife had died Charlie had a moment of remorse and thought that his friend might have opened his eyes, but then the Hulk came to Griffin Rock and Charlie lost his marbles...

¨General Thaddeus E. Thunderbolt Ross, I request a private meeting in my quarter. Now, right now¨

Also, did you guys knew that Ross full name is Thaddeus E. "Thunderbolt" Ross???

Morocco? Doctor Thaddeus Morocco? Do you wanna tell us something???

[elliseleven]

Garden Rescue gifs 45/∞