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chaotic-orphan · 1 year ago

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A Month of Whump: Winter Whumperland Day 8 - John McClane

Russian roulette // forced to watch // held hostage

LISTEN DIE HARD IS MY FAVOURITE MOVIE AND THERE IS JUST SOMETHING ABOUT HOW HE IS ALWAYS COVERED IN BLOOD THAT GAVE SEVEN-YEAR-OLD-ME WHUMPERFLIES OKAY!!!

Also I know it’s late, but time is relative, okay?

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“I knew you’d come,” Whumper said with a smile, but Whumpee wasn't paying attention to Whumper. Instead their gaze was locked onto Caretaker who was being held by two of Whumper's henchmen behind where Whumper sat. Whumpee swallowed as they watched realisation dawn on Caretaker’s face. Black blood dried from his left nostril, caked and flaking down his lips. He had dark red bags under his eyes, that contrasted with his too pale face. A giant black bruise took up the bulk of his left cheek, his bottom lip split open.

He barely even looked like Caretaker anymore. Just a shell of who Caretaker was. It had only been two days… the guilt flooded Whumpee the moment Caretaker met their eyes.

“Whumpee no! No!” Caretaker yelled, wild green eyes angry and glaring helpless at Whumpee as he struggled against two of Whumper’s henchmen holding him. “I told you to run!”

“I couldn’t leave you here,” Whumpee said, voice quiet and cold, switching their gaze to glare at Whumper. “Not with them.”

“I do love a good reunion,” Whumper said, standing to greet Whumpee. Whumpee was stiff as Whumper walked towards them. Caretaker was anything but, struggling furiously in the corner his hands tied behind his back, the henchmen struggling to keep Caretaker down.

“Don’t touch them!” Caretaker growled, then suddenly threw his weight to the left and knocked one of the Henchmen into the wall. Caretaker was about to do the same when he saw Whumper grab Whumpee by the throat and slam them back against the wall.

Caretaker froze in place, half hunched ready to pounce on the other henchman but all he could do was look at Whumper’s hand around Whumpee’s throat.

Whumper glanced back at Caretaker knowingly, while Whumpee glared at Whumper and grabbed their wrist with both hands.

“Caretaker, do I have to explain to you again? Who holds the power here, do you need a demonstration old friend?”

“Whumper—”

Whumper sucked in a breath and clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Wrong answer, Caretaker.”

“Wait, Whumper!”

Whumper blocked Caretaker’s view of Whumpee with his body, smiling down at Whumpee like this was a professional hazard.

Whumpee threw their body forward and got two inches of leverage before Whumper hummed and slammed them back, their head smacking off the wall.

“Whumper! Stop!”

Whumper’s right hook connected with Whumpee’s cheek and they cried out. Whumpee could still hear Caretaker’s struggles behind Whumper, even over the sound of their own as they tried to push Whumper off of them.

Another punch went to the bridge of Whumpee’s nose, then their jaw, then their lips and then again against their cheek. Whumper released Whumpee’s throat with the final punch and let Whumpee slid down the wall sideways, cradling a hand to their cheek.

He didn’t let Whumpee slide all the way down, grabbing them in the middle of their hoodie and half holding them up.

“Now, Caretaker, is that enough blood for you to learn your mistake or do we need more?”

“You’re a fucking bastard, Whumper!” Caretaker yelled, grunting with the effort trying to get free of the hands on him.

Whumper looked down at Whumpee apologetically. Then he grabbed Whumpee’s head and slammed it against his knee. Whumpee fell to the ground crying out and then gasped when Whumper slammed a foot on their ribs.

“Hurt me! Hurt me, not them!” Caretaker raged, helpless tears gathering behind his eyes. Whumper pressed his heel down harder on Whumpee’s ribs who blubbered, before turning their head as they gurgled a spit bubble of blood before spitting out a glob onto the floor. “Whumper please!”

“Ahh!” Whumper exclaimed happily, immediately taking his foot off of Whumpee’s chest and turning to face Caretaker. “There we go, and they say you can’t teach an old dog new manners.”

“Tricks—” Whumpee corrected, slowly getting to all fours.

Whumper turned and kicked Whumpee to the ground again without looking at them, instead drinking in Caretaker’s struggles.

“Mmm, I have some tricks, Caretaker. You’d know all about that wouldn’t you? I learned some of them from you after all,” Whumper said, something simmering behind the words, looking directly into Caretaker’s fury filled eyes. “Y’know, Whumpee, there was a time when Caretaker protected me this fiercely. A time before you came along.”

“It’s not Whumpee’s fault you turned into a psycho, Whumper.”

Whumper’s nostrils flared as he smiled. “Why, Caretaker, do you want to take the credit for it?”

Caretaker didn’t say anything, just stared at the face of his best friend and saw a stranger looking back at him. Whumper hmphed softly at Caretaker’s silence then turned back to Whumpee who was on all fours again.

Whumper leaned down and grabbed the back of Whumpee’s hoodie, dragging them to their feet with ease even as Whumpee struggled.

“That’s it, it’s alright, come on now, we’re going to play a game. That’s it, settle down now,” Whumper said shoving Whumpee down into a chair. Whumpee fixed their hoodie with a huff, wiping the blood from their nose on the back of their hand. They never took their eyes off Whumper as he walked around the small square table, only big enough to fit two people sitting at it. Whumper took the chair opposite Whumpee where he was sitting when Whumpee first arrived.

Whumper grinned at Whumpee when he finally sat down.

“God, you look so much like an old friend of ours,” Whumper said, looking over his shoulder at Caretaker. “Do you remember Friend? They always had that wildness to them, I only noticed now with the smeared blood and the murderous glint in your eyes. Caretaker was the one to put them down,” Whumper said turning his attention back to Whumpee and winking.

“I don’t care,” said Whumpee, voice cracking after being strangled. “Me for Caretaker, that’s the deal.”

“Whumpee—”

Whumper clicked his fingers in the air and wagged his finger at Caretaker’s protest. “Caretaker I swear to god I will gag you if you interrupt us again. Do you understand? The last word I want from you is yes or no.”

Caretaker let out a begrudging yes, and Whumper smiled again. “Good. Danny, can you get something to gag him with, I feel like we’ll need it before we are finished here.”

Whumper turned his attention to Whumpee again, a dazzling smile on his face as he interlocked his fingers on the table.

“Now, Whumpee. Your deal is a good one, however, I don’t like it because it’s only half good. Either I lose Caretaker or I keep Caretaker but that means I don’t one of you.”

“You can keep one of us though,” Whumpee argued.

Whumper smiled. “Yes. I know,” he replied calmly, then leaned forward, eyes twinkling with mischief. “But I have a better deal.”

Whumpee’s eyes flashed to Caretaker behind Whumper who shook his head before settling on Whumper again.

“Okay. What’s your deal?”

“My deal is far more favourable for both sides, Whumpee. I propose a game… a game of chicken you could say. If you win, I’ll let you and Caretaker go no strings attached.”

Whumpee’s heart pounded against their chest, hope fluttering it faster, harder, louder. They glanced at Caretaker again, whose suspicious eyes were focused on Whumper.

Whumpee swallowed. “And if you win?”

“If I win I get both of you.”

“No,” Caretaker said immediately. “No. Absolutely not, Whumpee walk away. Whumper—”

“Ah! Danny, just in time, shut Caretaker up would you?”

Whumpee stood up but a hand on each of their shoulders forced them to sit back down again. “Whumpee, don’t! Whatever it is don— argh— mmph!”

Whumpee shot up again but was forced back down and the chair pushed in further to the table keeping them sitting. The table edge pressed painfully against their ribs.

Whumper smiled at Whumpee. “Whumpee, I could just as easily take you both right now by force. You’re outnumbered. I could have killed you when you walked in the door but I didn’t, did I? Do you know why I didn’t Whumpee?”

Whumpee swallowed, eyes going back to Caretaker who huffed furiously around the gag.

“Because you’re a fucking monster?” Whumpee asked, raising their brows and dragging their gaze back to Whumper’s stupid smiling face.

“No. It’s because I invited you here for a negotiation in good faith. If you like we don’t have to play and I can just take you both—”

“No,” Whumpee said quickly at the same time Caretaker mumbled out something like a no behind Whumper.

Whumper smiled and sat back into his chair, smile turned smirk now. “So you agree to play then?”

“Yes,” Whumpee said again, not looking at Caretaker who cried out against the gag again.

“Good,” Whumper said. “Very good. Here’s the game.”

Whumper pulled out a revolver that Whumpee had only seen Whumper use once. Whumpee flinched back but didn’t go very far. Whumper grinned as he cocked the gun at Whumpee and Caretaker screamed and struggled with renewed energy against the Henchmen holding him back.

Whumper let out a soft laugh. “Just kidding. God, Caretaker, it’s so easy to rile you up.”

Whumper held the hammer and pulled the trigger before slowly lowering it until the gun wasn’t live anymore. Then he pushed his thumb against the ejector rod and took the round out of the chamber. Whumper then slowly turned the cylinder, and repeated this until all six bullets dropped rhythmically onto the table between them. The entire time Whumper kept eye contact with Whumpee, a soft smirk on his face as he watched Whumpee swallow back the lump in their throat.

“—umph—r—nn—” Caretaker screamed against the gag until the last bullet fell from the cylinder and into Whumper’s awaiting hand.

“You know this game Whumpee?” Whumper asked, cocking an eyebrow at Whumpee.

Whumpee’s throat was suddenly dry, so they swallowed again, before they replied nervously: “I thought you said we were going to play chicken.”

“A version of it,” Whumper said with a shrug. “Russian roulette. Caretaker, Friend and I used to play it all the time as kids.”

Caretaker had tired themselves out, now he stood limp in the hold of the henchmen, glaring daggers at Whumper. Even his stare didn’t have any real bite left to it. Whumpee looked at him with surprise written all over their face.

“Back when Caretaker was fun,” Whumper said, sliding one bullet back into the cylinder and spinning it with the palm of their hand before stopping it and sliding the cylinder back into place. Whumper grinned at Whumpee as he drew the hammer back, loading the chamber.

“I’m a good sport, Whumpee,” said Whumper handing Whumpee the gun. “You can go first.”

Whumpee went to grab the gun from Whumper but froze when they heard another gun cocking in the room. Whumper’s smile turned razor sharp.

“Just in case you get any ideas… if you try to kill me, Caretaker dies too.”

“I got it,” Whumpee said with an edge in their voice. Sick of all the threats Whumper had made in the last five minutes.

“Mmmm. Eager! Wonderful. I knew you’d be an interesting games partner.”

Caretaker cried out when Whumpee put the gun to their own head, swallowing hard. A shiver ran down Whumpee’s spine as they felt the weight of the gun in their hand.

If the shot was in the chamber they would be dead.

This would be it.

They never imagined they’d die from a stupid bet.

God this was so stupid, what were they doing?

Whumpee’s hand started to shake as the realisation slowly dawned on them. They looked at Caretaker who shook his head furiously at them, telling them not to do it.

Whumpee licked their lips trying to get some moisture back in their dry mouth enough to speak. “If I don’t do this, Whumper gets us anyways,” it was an explanation. An excuse that fell from their lips. “Thank you for everything.”

Caretaker cried out again when Whumpee pulled the trigger.

They let out the breath they were holding with a gasp as they dropped the gun to the table, trembling all over. Wild eyes went to Caretaker who had his eyes closed until he heard the gun clatter.

Whumper laughed and grabbed Whumpee’s shaking hands. “Look at that! That adrenaline spike, Whumpee! That’s how you know you’re alive. I barely get it anymore. Watch.”

As soon as the words left his lips, Whumper had the gun in his hand, while his other still held Whumpee’s and pulled the trigger without even blinking.

That stunned Whumpee more than their own turn had.

Whumper grinned and put the gun back on the table, then held out their hand. Whumpee’s eyes went down following Whumper’s movement but true to their word, not even a muscle twitched in Whumper’s hands.

“See why it’s fun now, Whumpee?” Whumper asked again, and Whumpee’s mouth went dry again, realising it was their turn. Again.

They had a one in four chance.

One in four.

25%.

Whumpee didn’t want to bet their life on the one in four chance that when they pulled the trigger they would die.

And yet, after seeing Whumper do it so casually, Whumpee found the familiar weight of the cool metal revolver in their hand once again. Caretaker mumbled out a pathetic “nnnuh” against the gag, but this time a strange calm overcame Whumpee as they pressed the barrel against their head.

They found Caretaker’s hopeless eyes and offered a smile.

“One in four. 25% chance I die, Caretaker. 75% chance I live.”

“Look at you, Whumpee,” Whumper cooed. “Playing the odds. I am so happy you decided to join me today. You are magnificent.”

Whumpee didn’t close their eyes this time.

They pulled the trigger.

The hammer shot against empty air and the recoil sent Whumpee’s hand back away from their head, letting their hand follow the movement to place the heavy hunk of metal onto the table.

“Safe again,” Whumper said, clicking his tongue against his teeth. Then he took the gun and Caretaker cried into the gag.

“-nuf! -umpr- s’enuf!”

Whumper paused this time. His eyes going to Whumpee but looking passed them.

“Someone take their gag off would you?”

Whumpee watched as someone drew the cloth down from around Caretaker’s lips and he let out a sigh of relief.

“Whumper stop this. Please. I can’t watch this. I can’t watch you die!”

Whumper didn’t move for a moment. “You mean Whumpee. You can’t watch Whumpee die.”

“I mean either of you,” Caretaker pleaded, voice genuine. “Please. Don’t do this.”

Whumper arched a brow at Whumpee. “Whumpee. Do you forfeit?”

“No,” said Whumpee. Whumper smiled.

“Sorry Caretaker. No can do.”

Whumper pulled the trigger.

Whumpee started forward, their entire body jerking at the sound. Whumper grinned at Whumpee and put the gun back on the table.

“What’re the chances Whumpee, eh?”

“Stop this! Stop! Whumpee! This is madness. It’s 50/50, you can’t logic your way out of that. Either you die or you don’t, please. Don’t. Whumpee please. Whumper! Listen to me, this is crazy.”

“I will gag you again, Caretaker. This is Whumpee’s decision.”

The words seemed so far away, muted from the blood drumming against Whumpee’s skull. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

“Fuck,” Whumpee breathed softly. Whumper’s eyes glistened when Whumpee raised their head to meet Whumper’s gaze. “You let me go first.”

“I let you go first,” Whumper repeated with a self-satisfied sigh. His grin grew to a knowing smirk, knowing this was how it would turn out all things going well. “You should have played the odds from the beginning Whumpee.”

Whumpee swallowed, eyes searching for something, something in the back of their brain. Some way they could still win, get Caretaker and themselves out of this.

Whumper let them go first. They were an idiot. The only way they could have won was to let Whumper go first, then if the game played out as it did and they came to the second last bullet Whumper would have had to stop the game and let Whumpee and Caretaker go.

Fuck!

FUCK!

Whumpee reached for the gun. Caretaker cried out. Whumpee savoured the look of surprise on Whumper’s face.

“Fifty-fifty,” said Whumpee, not trying to hide how bad their hand shook as they pressed the cool metal to their temple.

“Whumpee!”

“You’re bluffing,” Whumper said with a smile, but there was doubt behind his words. A game of chicken, Whumper had said. The game only really started when there was two rounds left unfired.

“Either I get free Caretaker and I, or I die and Caretaker—”

“Gets taken in by me,” Whumper said with a laugh. Whumpee narrowed their eyes at him. “Come on Whumpee, if you’re gone I have to take my anger out on someone.”

“You said we’re playing a game of chicken,” Whumpee argued. “If I pull the trigger and die then I didn’t lose.”

“Hmph,” Whumper mused, and maybe it was the crazy talking but Whumpee thought they sounded impressed. "If you're dead how would you know I'd keep my word?"

Whumpee narrowed their eyes and opened their mouth to reply, but Caretaker was the one to break the silence. “Whumpee, Whumpee look at me! Look at me!”

Whumpee fought to keep their gaze trained on Whumper’s face as he chewed on Whumpee’s words.

“Whumpee!”

Whumpee looked at Caretaker with sympathetic eyes. Caretaker had tear marks trailing down his cheeks which stirred up a wealth of guilt in Whumpee’s gut.

“Don’t you dare sacrifice your life for me.”

Whumpee swallowed, trying and failing to keep their voice even. “It’s my life—”

“If you do this and you die, you’re fine! What about me?! I’ll have to carry that guilt—”

“It’s my decision.”

“Really building the suspense here, Whumpee,” Whumper mused, “I’m on the edge of my seat. What a performance! You can pull that trigger now and die, or you can pull it and force my hand to let you both go. What’s worse Whumpee? Dying or living under my care again, hmm?”

Whumpee hesitated.

Whumper continued, “after all the lengths and hoops Caretaker had to jump through to get you out, you just walk back into my arms. Could you live with that guilt Whumpee?”

“Don’t listen to him, Whumpee,” Caretaker said. “He’s lying.”

Whumper’s smile was knowing as he spoke again, “we both know I’m not lying Whumpee. Caretaker’s fate was sealed from the moment he betrayed me, and he wanted you to be out. To be free from me. You come back here, you beat me at my own game you both walk free, the only thing holding you back from this happily ever after is that trigger there, with your index finger resting on it.”

“Whumpee don’t! Please. It’s not worth it.”

“Do it Whumpee. I know you want to.”

Whumpee’s hand moved faster than they thought it would as they aimed the revolver at the henchman with the gun on Caretaker. Whumper laughed at the turn of events as the henchman behind Whumpee grabbed the revolver and snatched it from their hand, keeping Whumpee restrained all the while.

“No! You fuck! Get off me—” Whumpee cried as the henchman handed the gun to Whumper. Whumper took the revolver in his hand with a small surprised laugh.

“I knew you had it in you Whumpee, but to be fair, I don’t think I would’ve pulled the trigger myself. Let’s see, shall we if you would have died or not.”

Whumper turned their body and pointed the revolver between Caretaker’s ear and the wall and squeezed the trigger. Caretaker didn’t flinch.

Whumpee did.

The chamber was empty.

The chamber was empty... Whumpee could have done it. They could have freed Caretaker, they could have freed themselves if only they had the fucking nerve of it.

“Whumpee,” Caretaker said. “It’s okay Whumpee. I wouldn’t have done it either, Whumpee. Whumpee?”

“Were they all empty?” Whumpee asked, voice blank and devoid of any emotion.

Whumper smiled. “Of course they weren’t. Watch.”

Whumper pulled the trigger again and this time Caretaker flinched and fell as the shot went off right at his ear, knocking his centre of balance off. Caretaker fell like a stone but was stopped by the Henchmen from falling flat on his face.

Whumpee started when they saw the blood trickle from Caretaker’s ear, furiously pawing at the henchman holding them back.

“You fucking dick!” Whumpee cried as Whumper reloaded his revolver whistling quite happy to himself. Whumpee twisted and turned and tried to get the arms holding them off so they could scratch Whumper’s eyes out of his stupid fucking skull.

When Whumper was finished loading the gun he checked the chamber and lowered it so Whumpee could see there was a round loaded before cocking the gun and pointing it at Caretaker’s head.

Whumpee immediately stilled and Whumper stopped whistling.

“There we go," Whumper cooed. His voice no longer jovial and mocking, but back to Whumper. The scary Whumper that had kidnapped Whumpee and tortured them everyday. The cold calculating monster. "You haven’t forgotten your training, of course, you’ll have to re-learn some of it, but I think this arrangement will be good for all of us. Something new.”

Caretaker was still half held up by the Henchmen on either side of him, face pale, eyes unfocused. He wouldn’t be able to move suddenly if he had to, and Whumpee was too tired to fight anymore, the adrenaline leaving their body in the same rush that it came with until Whumpee was deflated, body exhausted.

Whumper uncocked the gun, drawing the hammer up and clicking the safety on before holstering it again beneath his jacket. He walked around the table to where Whumpee was still held sitting on the chair and patted Whumpee’s cheeks lightly.

“No need to be a sore loser, Whumpee, you agreed to my terms. Fair is fair,” Whumper’s hand tightened on Whumpee’s cheeks tilting their head up to look Whumper in the eye. “I get you both. Bring Caretaker to the car, Whumpee’s coming with me and Danny here.”

One of the Henchmen handed Whumper an extra pair of handcuffs that he turned over in his hand and clicked open, grinning down at Whumpee. Whumpee was dragged to their feet, Whumper taking Whumpee’s wrist and slapping the metal cuff around their wrist until it bit into Whumpee’s skin. Whumper turned Whumpee until their back was to him and tightened the other cuff unkindly tight.

To add insult to injury, Whumper pulled on the taut chain yanking Whumpee back unbalanced into Whumper’s chest.

The perfect place for Whumper to whisper: “can’t have you running away again, can I?”

Whumpee remained stubbornly silent.

“Whumpee, come on now, the silent treatment? Maybe I should get you a leash and a collar, like a dog so you won't be able to run, hmm? You know, this little game of ours is only drawn even now.”

Whumpee stilled at the words. “What?”

“I’ll explain on the way to the car,” Whumper said, pushing Whumpee forward to walk out the door, hand on Whumpee’s upper arm forcing them on. “I’m an easy man to please, Whumpee. I like to be entertained. That’s why I got you, you were so malleable and vulnerable. You hung onto every word I said just because I gave you attention…”

Whumpee bristled at the reminder of how they were before they met Whumper but stayed quiet, allowing Whumper to finish his little Villainous, victory speech.

“Now could I have chosen someone else? Yes, but they wouldn’t have the brain you had Whumpee. I could tell you were like me from the moment I laid eyes on you, and today has proven it. You were bored with life before me, and you needed something to entertain you. Something to fight against, something to live for.”

“So I took you. We have our fun, but you beat me. You and your clever little cunning brain found a way to defeat me, you used my best friend's kindness against me and you managed to escape.”

“That wasn’t a game,” Whumpee hissed, “you were torturing me.”

“And wasn’t it so fun? I bet you’re just dying to see what I have in store for you now, but our Russian roulette makes us even. I guess you could say that this is the start of our third game together; two worthy opponents, battling it out against each other. Except this time,” Whumper said opening the boot of the car and shoving Whumpee in. Whumpee landed awkwardly on their shoulder, hands restrained uselessly behind them as they stared up at a grinning Whumper.

“This time, I don’t have a friend you can use against me. They’ll be right there with you, a new contender. Extra fun. Aren’t you excited, Whumpee? Maybe this time the roles are reversed and now I have a friend I can use against you. Get comfortable, I've moved my little estate and bought some land in the country. It's going to be a long, long ride.”

Before Whumpee could reply Whumper slammed the boot closed and they were buried in darkness. The sound of the empty chamber firing no bullet replaying in their mind like a broken record.

"Caretaker," Whumpee whispered into the darkness, "I'm so sorry."

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Winter whumperland #3

@amonthofwhump

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b0amagination · 4 months ago

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Tastes of Whumptober: Day 16

Featuring the same characters as Day 12! Not required viewing to understand this one, as it's more their origins. I've placed the story in the UK so apologies for any inaccuracies as I'm an American!

Content warnings for: alcohol consumption, smoking, implied addiction to both aforementioned, drunk driving, motorcycle accident, thoughts of death, and brief suicidal ideation. Stay safe!

Wound Cleaning

He knew he was too far out of it. Too dizzy, too tired, too weak, too drunk to drive back home.

But he’d stumbled to his bike, clutching his side and his cheek, running like a coward. When it roared to life beneath him, he found some forlorn spark of confidence.

Then somewhere on the side streets it had started raining. And in the forest between towns it came down harder. Then-

Fuck, his head hurt.

Freezing mud clung to him as he rolled over despite the persistent warmth in his chest. When had it gotten so cold? The hazy shadow of his bike lay several meters away, its headlights shining off into the woods, engine still purring into a puddle. His phone was still in the tailpack, he’d call someone to pick him up… or 999… they couldn’t tell him he had it coming.

A mirthless laugh covered a worse sound as he pushed himself up, dragging aching limbs toward the motorcycle. His left leg was fucking killing him.

A memory of skidding across asphalt, crumbling concrete tearing at skin.

He just needed to grab his phone.The leather bag hanging off the seat wasn’t yet submerged and he let out a sigh of relief, reaching in.

Empty. Oh god.

“Nonononono…”

A bloody hand plunged underwater, searching until- the phone. It was dripping water from every opening, his fingers slipped against the buttons, pressing frantically as a black screen stared back.

“Shit! God, no!”

He screamed and flung the useless machine against the ground, collapsing with it into incoherent sobs. If he got back onto the bike in this condition he’d crash somewhere worse. But laying here was a death sentence unless someone else felt bad enough to stop for him.

Ha. Funny.

Well, if he was lucky… there. His trusty lighter and cigs were still zipped up safely in his pocket, one left in the whole package. Fate was one sexy, sexy man. He’d have to do him a favor in the afterlife if he made it that far.

“Cheers.” To nobody in particular, of course. It took shaking fingers a few flicks to activate muscle memory and spring up a little flame. A long, deep drag soothed his nerves.

Not a bad way to go out. Not bad at all. Tequila would’ve paired nicely with the smoke.

Headlights turned onto the road and he sighed, holding out a forlorn hand. At best, he’d be splashed as they whizzed by. At worst, they’d put him out of his misery.

Or maybe those two should be switched. Either way, they wouldn’t… stop… but… they were slowing down. And he heard the doors unlock when the vehicle shifted into park. And those lights were making his head pound.

“Bloody hell! Is that you, Payge?”

“Depends who’s askin’,” he mumbled through a mouthful of smoke. “You gonna bring me in to the station?”

“Christ…” They muttered to themself and opened the trunk of their car and pulled something out before walking over. The headlights stayed on, acting as a spotlight. “C’mere, Payge. Can you move?”

“Nicolai…?”

“The one and only. Come on.”

Nicolai was… how would he describe them? A friend of a friend of sorts. But maybe they were more of a friend, as of late. Did they even live over this way? Where the hell had he ended up?

Payge groaned and pushed himself up, missing a few times and slipping down. Nicolai’s hands reached out to help pull him over.

“You smell like smoke. And booze.”

“Here. Just a bit, ‘ts my last one.” He offered the cigarette and they pinched it between thumb and index, took a drag, and blew it straight into his face.

“The hell’s that meant to be?!” Payge coughed.

“You shouldn’t smoke so much.” They handed it back and opened a well stocked first aid kit, picking up a cloth and pouring some water out from their water bottle. “Where are you hurt?”

“You askin’ about the bar fight or the crash?” His words were slurring into each other again.

“Payge…” they shook their head, concern coloring their features. “I told you to stop fighting.”

“And I wasn’t letting him go home w’thout a shiner.” They stopped arguing and simply stared until he softened. “Got punched in the cheek, thrown around a bit… I think my leg’s bleedin’.”

They brought the cloth to his face first, wiping away grit, and he hissed when they found broken skin over his cheekbone.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got a bottle of antiseptic, I’ve just gotta clean you up first. You shouldn’t be riding in this weather in the first place.”

Nicolai moved to his abdomen, touching over the hem of his shirt and a frantic, uncoordinated hand pushed it back down.

“Stop, you don’t needa… just call an ambulance. You shouldn’ hafta do all this.”

“Nonsense. I can’t leave your side not knowing what happens. Let me help.”

Payge hesitated before relenting, letting them pull up his shirt and inspect the bruise surely forming over his ribs. Once satisfied they moved to look at his legs, but noticed blood dripping down his arm.

“Your hands-?”

“Just scraped ‘em.”

But they wouldn’t stand for that, taking him roughly by the wrist and cleaning the mud off to reveal harsh scratches from the pavement.

“Other one, Payge.”

“Lemme finish,” he gestured with his half-smoked cigarette.

“Give me that!” Nicolai snatched it right out of his loose grip and snuffed it out, grinding the butt into the pavement before tossing it into the puddle.

“Hey! Wha’s your problem, mate?!” Genuine anger snuck into his voice and Payge finally sat up, grabbing at their shirt and shaking them. “You gotta nother pack’a Marlboros hanging around or what, Nic?”

A hand shot out and held him by the neck, and his grip dropped away in shock.

“You’re gonna pass of infection if you don’t let me do my job. Calm the hell down.” The lack of response sounded like resignation, so they cleaned the hand that had now left a stain on their shirt. “Don’t let those touch the mud again, you understand?”

A meek nod. He allowed Nicolai to roll up his pant leg but seethed when torn fibers tugged at the wound.

“I’ll go quickly. Hold your breath.” And they ripped it off as promised, causing a long, drawn out keen. Wow.

“Th-thank you…”

Something stirred but they swallowed it down.

“Don’t thank me yet.”

A bit more water was poured onto the cloth before working it into the wound, despite jerks and half-aware cries. As the mud was washed away, the severity of the gash became apparent. Though it didn’t cut deep, it was… extensive. They pulled the first aid kit over and grabbed the roll of elastic bandages.

“Bite down on this. I promise you’ll need it.” They held it to Payge’s mouth and he accepted it, fear flashing across his face. “Just focus on that and you’ll be alright.”

A new cloth and a pause to trap his leg with their own, then Nicolai poured the antiseptic directly on the wound.

“Fuuuuck!”

They worked quickly, wiping it over and working it into each crevice. They couldn’t be too safe. And the whimpers… A clean cloth bandage wrapped around his calf and they pinned it in place.

“A hand, please. Whichever I should start with.” They held their palm up, offering the choice, but Payge was still curled into himself. They sighed and grabbed the closest one.

“No, no it hurts too bad!” He cried, trying to speak around the roll of bandages. “Leave it, how it is jus’ leave it…”

The antiseptic didn’t need to be poured in such a volume, but maybe it was their reward for dealing with him.

“Aren’t you drunk? You shouldn’t be able to feel a thing,” they shrugged as he screamed. The only thing that mattered was the way he struggled thoroughly cleaning the wounds. The same routine repeated with his other hand, and they were both bandaged in the same way.

“Right. Your face.” He flinched away at the soft dabs and the butterfly bandage placed over his cheek. “There. All done.”

“I still… still can’t drive m’self home…”

Nicolai shushed him, scooping his torso off the asphalt to sit him up. They removed his soiled biker jacket, throwing it in the trunk and exchanging it for a few towels. One went over the backseat and the other went around his shoulders when they picked him up bridal style, laying him down gently across the seats.

“Th’ fuck…?”

“I’m driving you home.”

“But… my bike…”

“I’ll take care of it. After I take care of you.”

#whumptober2024 #no.16 #wound cleaning #original characters #ocs #writing #fic #drunk driving #alcohol #alcoholism #smoking #nicotine addiction #implied addiction #motorcycle accident #car crash #thoughts of death #suicidal ideation #painful wound cleaning #grabbed by the neck #caretaker as whumper #in a way ;)#whumptober #whump #whump writing #my writing #tastes of whumptober #bad things about making characters british: i'm bad at voicing them. good things about making characters british: everything else #one was morphing scottish when i read it out to juno earlier so who knows maybe Nicolai's a scot despite their scandanavian name #or dutch. apparently Nicolai is from a lot of places when spelled with a c and Very russian with a k and i wasn't really wanting russian lo #things got a lil truncated at the end but i'm pretty happy with this otherwise :3 time to write something shorter tomorrow to spare myself

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confused-wanderer · 1 year ago

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Alfred is badass and has unuasual skills even for a batfam member.

Inspired by pandaredd’s skit where Alfred says “Bond wishes he was me”

The man is the caretaker of the bat family, he has raised every damn member, and has seen more than his fair share of wars, doomsdays and worse. He is a butler. And god knows what else in the spare time. All I imagine is that if a teenage Bruce looks up at Alfred and whispers he wants to train, Alfred might be the one who gives him contacts.

Alfred:

Bruce:

Alfred: .. wait here master Bruce, I know you won’t even listen to what I’m saying so I will let you learn the arts. Only under one condition though, I choose your trainers

Teenage Bruce: Alfred, whom would you-

Alfred *already on the phone* : Hello there Lee

Teenage Bruce *wide eyes* *mouthing* : Rock Lee??

Alfred *scoffing* : what world do you think we live in! Be more realistic Master Bruce.

Bruce: .. so who is it?

Alfred: Bruce Lee.

The scariest thing about the butler is that he will take you apart in less than a blow, and he doesn’t even need weapons. He will however use them just for fun.He can still hear if Bruce or any of the batfamily sneaks around, he’s been the only one who somehow knew Cass was in the room and offered her snacks while she was hanging upside down from the ceiling in the pitch black and overall has better instincts to locate any of them in the mansion than a GPS tracking system.

When supervillains, nosy reporters or even crooks try to break into the Manor, the fact that no one installed a security system should’ve really been a warning point that the Waynes had other.. deadlier security.

By the time Jason comes home he sees Alfred cleaning up the carpet, but doesn’t miss the wrinkled edge of the sleeve. It is only then when he looks to the other room and the criminals are all sitting in time out, each a truly remarkable shade of blue, black purple and green he’s never seen in real life. And none of them were even bleeding.

Alfred also has insanely fast reflexes. And to everyone surprise, he is an bloody good shot. Green arrow was once testing out a new arrow and it accidentally whizzed past the target and almost hit the cat when out of nowhere Alfred caught it and snapped it with one hand. And then proceeded to borrow a pistol and shoot the target while walking to the other side of the room, not even sparing a glance at the bullseye he had hit. All the while holding a tray of glass bottles that hadn’t moved a single inch.

He’s given advice to Jason on how to make explosives out of everything and nothing, taught Dick how to cut a tree in half with one kick, showed Stephanie how to always win Russian Roulette, guided Damian on how to break bones without ever leaving traces, taught Tim how to mimic someone’s voice and be scarily accurate, and so much more. Once on live television the world saw Alfred eat three cookies and refuse to pass them to Bruce Wayne before saying “They’ve been poisoned” and throwing them away. A few people swear they heard him mouth “bloody amateurs” afterwards and he insisted he was fine, stating that he was already “used to it.”

Whatever the fuck that meant.

And that is why the bat cave is a safer option for batman’s enemies than the mansion. Because if you were caught by the butler, just know that god has already forsaken you.

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ghouljams · 3 months ago

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Currently laughing at the thought of Nikto dealing with the Shining AU, but all it is is the ghosts trying to convince him to kill his partner and Nikto completely ignoring them because he already lives with the voices in his head saying much crazier shit and is entirely unfazed.

Ghosts: Kill your wife! Do it!!

Nikto, thinking he's suddenly developed another voice in his head:

Omg shining au Nikto who is having the most normal time is actually so fucking funny.

The Overlook tries, dear God does it try, but the man's already lost his mind. The ghosts can't shatter it any further. He doesn't even bat an eye when they try to talk to him. He just keeps going about his day, ignoring their attempts to lure him to the bar, and spending evenings with his family.

It's a welcome break, caretaker. Nikto didn't expect to find a job so perfect. No people for miles, no loud noises, no flashing lights or gunshots, just you and his boy and the snow. It's been wonderful. The noise has quieted down, the nightmares are slow, and you're here.

"Moya milaya?" Nikto's voice feels rough as he claws at the empty space beside him. He sits up in his bed, and stares through the kitchen to the open door of his son's room. It's only as the bile is rising in his through that he hears the clatter of cart wheels, the sing-song sound of his son asking questions as quickly as you can answer them. You peak around the archway into the room with a smile and shoo the boy out of the way to show off the stack of pancakes you've both created.

"Papa!" The boy rushes to clambor onto the bed, tugging at the quilt to aid his climb until Nikto takes pity on the little thing and hauls him up against his side. "We made breakfast." His son tells him in soft Russian.

"We see." Nikto hums. He turns this feeling over in his chest, feels the stings that bind it, unfamiliar and yet so deeply known. Worries flow as estuaries of care. He settles a hand on the boy's head. "Are you still seeing the little girls?" He asks.

The boys brows draw together, his lips pout as he hangs his head under Nikto's heavy hand. He gives a short nod and Nikto feels his pulling at his heart. He sees the pain on your face, an expression of concern you try so hard to hide. There isn't anything to be done about it but mamage it. Nikto knows that all too well.

"We will investigate." He assures his son.

His own voices have gotten more aggressive since the move up here. He'd almost think they'd gotten worse if this didn't happen periodically. They get loud before shrinking back into their grumbling. He thought it was from Zakhaev, but perhaps it was genetic.

"They're not mean," the boy tells him quietly, "you said they were only bad if they were mean."

Nikto stiffens. "We did say that." He agrees. This boy... so much gentler than he ever had the chance to be. That's your doing. Your loving hands that hold the boy's face and tell him things will be alright. Nikto has only ever wiped tears with an awkwardness that felt alien to his bones. Somehow it's never stopped the way his son hugs his leg, jumps to grab his hand, or kisses the side of his mask the same as you do.

"Papa only wants to keep you safe baby," you coo at your son, scooping him into your arms and collapsing back onto the bed, onto Nikto, again, "he won't hurt the little girls."

Nikto wraps his arms around you and the boy, watches the way his son puffs up in outrage. It's almost funny.

"Papa wouldn't hurt them!" The boy tells you, almost chastising. You blink at the child in surprise. Nikto joins your staring.

Even you know he is a dangerous man, he'd thought the child might at least fear- and yet-

Well, he's never had someone defend him so vehemently before.

#cod x reader #x reader #cod nikto #call of duty nikto #mwii nikto #nikto x reader #nikto #shining au #nikto having a family comedy #while everyone else is in a horror

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wangxianficfinder · 24 days ago

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Hair Brushing & Caretaking pt.2 (pt.1)

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A Lot of Edges Called Perhaps by hansbekhart (E, 22k, WangXian, Semi-Public Sex, Public Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Anal Sex, Sex in the cold springs, Mutual Pining, Grief/Mourning, Injury Recovery, Ethical Dilemmas, It takes a long time for them to bone but they get there, Risk Aware Consensual Patience, Edgeplay sort of, 20K words of sad horniness, Happy Ending, Just the tip but not the way you're thinking)

Adventures in Solitude by etymologyplayground (T, 3k, WangXian, JYL & WWX & JC, Canon Divergence, dealing with the aftermath of yunmeng's destruction, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Intimacy, Sharing Clothes, Grief/Mourning, Перевод на русский | Translation in Russian, Aventuras en Soledad by JennVilla)

and I can't break free by Kika988 (T, 4k, WangXian, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Scars, Touch-Starved, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Post-Canon, 🔒 and I can't break free by Kika988 [podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea))

And I Will Call You Home by Spodumene (E, 42k, WangXian, Case Fic, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Pining, Angst with a Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Ghosts, Suicide, Explicit Sexual Content, Attempted Sexual Assault, LWJ whump, Original Character Death(s), [Podfic of] And I Will Call You Home by Spodumene by AuntieIroh)

🔒 At heart by apathyinreverie (M, 36k, WangXian, WIP, Dark LWJ(Ish), Amnesia, WWX gets to be Not Okay after the BM, Hurt WWX, Recovery, Caring, Protective LWJ, Possessive LWJ, some definite manipulation, but not everything is as it seems, not nearly as dark as the tags make it sound, Canon Divergence, Golden Core Revea, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, kind of, Domestic WangXian, Fluff, WWX Goes to Gusu, Possessive WWX, WWX happily atticwifing away, Sunshot Campaign, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ)

call me home and I'll build you a throne by anaphoricae (E, 51k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Cloud Recesses, Getting Together, Developing Relationship, Self-Indulgent, Gusu Lan Juniors Dynamics, Touch-Starved, Non-Sexual Intimacy... and then Sexual Intimacy, Lán Juniors Gossiping about Wangxian, as a treat, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Farmer WWX, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Mutual Pining, Communication, Quietly Falling Into a Married Life, Light Angst, Wholesome, POV LWJ, POV WWX, LWJ in braids agenda, Sharing a Bed, WWX's Birthday, Semi-Public Sex, Cold Springs, Inventor WWX, Jealous WWX, turkish translation, call me home and I'll build you a throne (Русский) by wulianyu)

chapter 13 of 🔒 Cutting Out a Different Path by Sunflower1778 (M, 36k, WangXian, LWJ & WN, WWX & NHS, MM & WQ, JL & LJY & LSZ & OYZZ, WN & WWX & WQ, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Happy Ending, JC Bashing, Not Everyone Dies)

dream of a funeral; hear of a marriage by defractum (nyargles) (T, 36k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, Domestic Fluff, First Time, Fluff and Humor)

every breath that comes before by tardigradeschool (T, 10k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Poison, Golden Core Reveal, Sharing a Bed, Hair Brushing, Angst with a Happy Ending, PTSD, WWX’s terrible self-esteem)

forever is home (with you) by moonsteps (T, 23k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence, навсегда дома (с тобой) / forever is home (with you) by lan_shenyan)

hunters seeking solid ground by Attila (E, 23k, wangxian, Canon Compliant, discussion of canon character death, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, bed sharing, Getting Together, Yearning, Literal Sleeping Together, Really Excessive Amounts of Hurt/Comfort, hunters seeking solid ground (Русский) by Sphinx28, sağlam zemin arayan avcılar by DemigodElena, [Podfic of] hunters seeking solid ground by exmanhater, hunters seeking solid ground by Attila [Podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea))

i don't wanna lose you (hope it never ends) by annemari (T, 20k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Sickfic, Getting Together, [Podfic of] i don't wanna lose you (hope it never ends) by exmanhater)

I’m Going Out (Gonna Make A Name For Me And You) by cosmicmilktea (T, 16k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Chief Cultivator LWJ. Power couple Wangxian for social change is my kink, People being nice to WWX is my kink, Mentor WW, intersect relations, cultivation sects, Slow Burn, Sickness)

Mutually Assured Seduction by misscam (M, 4k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, Fluff, Humor, Sexual Humor, Sexual Content, CQL verse, some inspiration from the novel, Post-Canon)

my age has never made me wise by idrilka (E, 63k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Part-epistolary, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Marriage Proposal, Homecoming, One Brain Cell WWX Strikes Again)

💖 Nice work if you can get it by deliciousblizzardshark (M, 11k, WangXian, Protective LWJ, Genius WWX, Post-Canon, Fluff and Humor, Getting Together, the make people respect WWX agenda, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Soft WangXian, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, a very very small amount of smut, also a possessed squirrel, El trabajo es bueno si lo quieres by evirtual3, [Podfic] Nice work if you can get it by deliciousblizzardshark)

Rumor Doesn’t Have It (But Wei Wuxian Is Determined to Change That) by misscam (M, 4k, WangXian, LXC & WWX, Humor, Post-Canon)

Seasons of Love by Witch_Nova221 (G, 24k, WangXian, Eventual Romance, Friends to Lovers, Friendship, Caring LWJ, POV WWX, Falling In Love, Self-Esteem Issues, Finding home, Post-Canon, Soft, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Happy Ending)

So Why Not Crack Your Skull When the Mind Swells by greenteafiend (E, 13k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Curses, Case Fic, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, Confessions, Drunkenness)

soften you by Solarlwj (M, 14k, WangXian, WIP, Canon Divergence, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Aged-Up Character(s), Friends to Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Light Angst, Touch starved LWJ, Developing Relationship, tinie mama lan knives, LWJ and his quest to become comfortable with touch again, quest aided by the love of his life, this definitely won't result in any problems, slight mention of WWX's upbringing and food insecurity, playful wangXian, the only war here is the one between LWJ and the romantic thoughts he's having against his will)

Strange Darling by etymologyplayground (T, 6k, WangXian, LWJ & WWX & SL & XXC, Grief/Mourning, Intimacy, Hair Brushing, platonic gay intimacy, Getting Together, Miscommunication, Cuddling & Snuggling, LWJ POV, Canon Divergence, young LWJ meets XXC and SL and is immediately like FUNHOME-RINGOFKEYS.MP3, Чудный милый by Rin_P, Dziwne kochanie by tehanu)

chapter 3 of 🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 887k, WangXian, WIP, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Getting Together, Supportive LQR, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It of Sorts, Supportive LXC, Canon Divergence, Inventor WWX, Possessive LWJ, Cultivation Sect Politics, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, Fluff and Smut, Burning of the Cloud Recesses, Fall of Lotus Pier, Angst, Sunshot Campaign, Not JFM Friendly, split into parts, Part 1 complete, Part 2 complete, Original Character(s))

swallowing rocks, swallowing peach skins by AvoOwO (M, 24k, WangXian, JC & WWX, LXC & LWJ, JC & LWJ, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt WWX, Hurt LWJ. Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Drowning, Torture, Threats of Violence, Death Threats, Choking, Stabbing, Major Character Injury, POV LWJ. Smart LWJ. Smart WWX, Murder, Kidnapping, Gags, Protective LWJ, LWJ Has Feelings, Pining LWJ. LWJ Has a Crush, Drugs, Vomiting, Literal Sleeping Together, WWX Has PTSD, Food Issues, Sharing Clothes, Hair Brushing, Hair Braiding, Heavy Angst with a Happy Ending, Soft WangXian, Holding Hands, Angry WWX, Protectiveness, Caretaking, Crying, Food as a Metaphor for Love, the mortifying idea of being known, Suicidal Thoughts, Angry LWJ)

the hidden source is the watchful heart by o_honeybees (E, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Domesticity, Touch-Starved, Grief/Mourning, Misunderstandings, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Unresolved Sexual Tension,Eventual Smut, reflections on selfishness and selflessness)

chapter 5 of Thunderstorm in the Library Pavilion by ZamaShines (M, 22k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Hurt/Comfort, Bad Parent YZY, Abusive YZY, Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Whipping, Astraphobia, phobia - thunder, Thunderstorms, Panic Attacks, WWX Has Self-Esteem Issues, WWX Needs a Hug, and gets the hug, Good Sibling JC, Good Uncle LQR, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fix-It of Sorts)

chapter 2 of use the wood brought in by the tide by Lirazel (M, 27k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Hurt/Comfort, Warning for Physical Abuse, Falling In Love With Your Husband, pining for your husband, Sibling solidarity, dealing with your in-laws, lwj’s typical inner maelstrom of emotions, WWX Whump, Protective!LWJ, lwj&jyl friendship, intimate hair brushing, Skinny Dipping, Growing Up, Establishing boundaries)

where the chaos is by darkredloveknot (enheduane) (E, 6k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Reunions, Love Confessions, First Kiss, First Time, Emotions, WWx is overwhelmed, Domestic Bliss, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Bottom LWJ, Top WWX, Intimacy, Hair Brushing)

You, Asleep and Dreaming by etymologyplayground (M, 9k, WangXian, LWJ POV, 5+1 Things, Literal Sleeping Together, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Intimacy, Getting Together, Fluff, Post-Canon, Undressing, wwx’s ‘angry lwj’ kink)

A Study in Comfort by WeaverOfTheNight (T, 9k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Established Relationship, they are obnoxiously in love your honor, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, soft Wangxian agenda, POV LWJ, feat. very many bunnies)

🔒 Snow by kuro (M, 38k, WangXian, Modern, Snow, Sick Character, Caretaking, Fluff, Sugar Daddy, only they’re like… bad at it, Angst, Rabbits, Food, Sexy Times, occasionally)

Tides by Anonymous (G, 1k, WangXian, Modern, Autistic LWJ, WWX Has ADHD, Caretaking)

🧡 Dispersing Clouds by dreamingofcake (E, 283k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Abusive YZY, Canonical Child Abuse, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Eventual Sex, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm (Background Character), Background Character Deaths, child deaths, Canon JC, Good Uncle LQR, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Cultivation Sect Politics, Homophobia, Heteronormativity, Feelings Realization, WWX is Not Oblivious) features hair brushing in at least chapters 31 and 38, as well as general caretaking throughout.

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#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #wangxian #MDZS #wangxianficfinder compilation post #long post

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hi-sierra · 4 months ago

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Tortoise Storytime!

For most of his life, the scale burger lived in an enclosure that was about 7.5 square feet (~0.7 square meters). This is usually way too small- but he lived in a facility that always had someone on staff, letting him roam the floors while they worked on something nearby.

During covid, I worked at this reptile facility to replace workers who were higher risk and staying home. And I feel deeply in love with this lil bean of a tortoise. He was incredibly vibrant and friendly, was so habituated to humans that he didn't even have an instinct to retract into his shell, and was just flat out adorable.

A year after moving away for my PhD, my old boss reached out to me and asked if I could provide a good home to any of the animals. I instantly asked for this guy.

Unfortunately, I absolutely felt like I made a mistake for a while. I quickly realized that, as busy grad student that worked during the day, I couldn't be letting him roam outside of his small enclosure all the time. For the past year, I've been doing the best I can, experimenting with small enclosures, outdoor time, and floor time to best address his needs. But it always felt temporary and subpar.

As a Russian Tortoise, he has a partial hibernation cycle. For some weird reason, his is inverted with the actual seasons. So when he settled down in the late spring and started pseudohibernation, I could breathe easy for a bit. I left him with some caretakers over the summer, who didn't have much trouble with a sleeping tortoise, and went around having my adventures.

But I knew I wanted something nice waiting for him when he started being active again.

Introducing: the tortoise palace

I had several things in mind for a new enclosure. I wanted it to maximize space in my apartment, maximize my space in my apartment, and have somewhat easy teardown in case I have to move. So, I lifted my bed to be about 4 feet off the ground, and made the enclosure under it. The entire setup is in latched-together pieces that can easily be taken apart and set up again.

I've added climbing enrichment in the form of garden bricks, rocks, and multiple forms of substrate (orchid bark as the main, reptibark, coco coir, and rabbit pellets in deeper dig boxes) but I'll be adding more as time goes on. He's been loving climbing around and I can't wait to see what he'll do with other stuff.

It's an ongoing project, and there's a lot of "temporary solutions that are kinda-permanent" in here, but I'll be fixing those over time. Notably, the walls are pretty low- he can't get out, but I have to be cognizant of putting things he can climb on near the edges. If anyone has any suggestions, I'm all ears! But for now, here's the beast, his unfathomable power just barely contained.

Tiny bit of emotion under the cut.

I know this is dumb. But finishing this genuinely made me cry a little.

I've felt so bad about keeping this guy in what I know is a subpar environment for so long, and doing the best I could to keep him happy and healthy within it. But it was always barely keeping my head above the water.

And now, I finally feel like I have a good, permanent solution to it. This design, by definition, will fit in the space of a full sized bed in any place I live in the future. I feel like I finally provided something good for him. I know he's just a tortoise, but I really do love him, and I love seeing him happy and safe.

Idk. It's all rambles. But thanks for loving and appreciating the wonderful critter he is <3

#tortoise #russian tortoise #tort #herpblr

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whumpay · 11 months ago

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babe wake up new whumpay prompts dropped. like last year, im posting early for more time to prepare

Welcome to Whumpay 2024! Up above you will see the basic prompt list and down below the cut you will see it written out in a list, as well as three mini challenges (and by extension, the extreme edition)

Rules are the same as usual

You only have to use one (Or two, if you’re doing the extreme edition.) prompt a day! But you’re welcome to use multiple if you want to, and it still counts for both.

I know the description of the blog says it’s a writing event, but if you want to draw or make other kinds of content, that’s cool too.

Have fun, tag content warnings (such as noncon, graphic violence, etc) and try not to be crushed by the mortifying ordeal of posting your writing.

This is a pretty chill event so you can start posting whenever but I’ll be reblogging posts made to the #Whumpay2024 tag throughout May. For real this time.

These all also apply to these three special mini challenges, consisting of a 7 day, a 10 day, and a 14 day prompt list.

EXTREME EDITION: This year's extreme edition doesn't have its own prompt list, but instead, youll be taking all three mini challenges in order along with the main prompt list. Some of these fit pretty well, others less so.

1 - Mad Science:

Day 1: Strapped To An Operating Table

Day 2: Paralytic Drug

Day 3: Made A Lab Rat

Day 4: Vivisection

Day 5: Truth Potion/Serum/Spell

Day 6: Russian Roulette

1 - Attacks, Mental & Physical:

Day 7: Heart Attack

Day 8: Asthma Attack

Day 9: Animal Attack

Day 10: Panic Attack

3 - Ineffective Medical Care:

Day 11: Medical Torture

Day 12: Withholding Medical Treatment

Day 13: Medication Tampering

Day 14: Injury Brushed Off

Day 15: No Anesthetic

4: Mindfuck

Day 16: Presumed Dead

Day 17: Memory Loss

Day 18: Stockholm Syndrome

Day 19: Phantom Pains

Day 20: Love Potion/Spell

Day 21: Role Reversal

5. Nature's Revenge

Day 22: Slowly Running Out Of Air

Day 23: Natural Disaster

Day 24: Struck By Lightning

Day 25: Snowed In

Day 26: Heatstroke

6. Traps & Trauma

Day 27: Caught In A Net

Day 28: Traumatic Touch Aversion

Day 29: Used As Bait

Day 30: Flashbacks

Day 31: Choose Who Lives

Mini challenge #1: Torture

#1: Tortured For Information

#2: Whipping

#3: Branding

#4: Begging To Be Killed

#5: Recorded/Broadcast Torture

#6: False Execution

#7: Shock Collar

Mini Challenge #2: Dialogue

#8: “Why are you doing this?”

#9: “Don’t look.”

#10: “You look awful.”

#11: “Who did this to you?”

#12: “No one is coming for you.”

#13: “No one cares about me.”

#14: “Don’t lie to me.”

#15: “Stay with me, please.”

#16: ”You’re scaring me!”

#17: “You’re a monster.”

Mini Challenge #3: Aftermath

#18: Fighting Against Caretaker

#19: Seeking Revenge

#20: Taking The Blame

#21: Barely Conscious

#22: Disassociation

#23: Carried To Safety

#24: Scars

#25: Unhealthy Codependency

#26: Infected Wound

#27: Survivor’s Guilt

#28: Touch Starvation

#29: Abandonment Issues

#30: Cradled In Someone’s Arms

#31: Adrenaline Crash

Alt Prompts:

Death Game

Came Back Wrong

Attack The Injury

Healing Malfunction

Left For Dead

Mistaken Identity

Dazed

Trapped Under Rubble

Drowning

Disowned By Family

Hostage Situation

Have fun everybody!

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littlemssam · 2 years ago

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Mod Updates & Translations

As always delete old Mods Files and the localthumbcache when updating my Mods!

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Foster Family Fixed an Issue with Caretaker Option not showing up. Yes, i still need to add Horses here ;)

My favorite Raincoat Sims should remove Raincoats, when they're wearing Swimwear

Social Activities Fixed an Issue with missing Icons

Random Small Mods

More Plopsy Objects Added Nectar Bottles, and buried Treasures (Island Living DLC)

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Translations

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somber-sapphic · 2 years ago

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Hi!! Long time lurker here. I love your stuff, it’s just so warm and comforting!! Was wondering if you could maybe do a fic about someone getting sick and being a bit over dramatic about it, and her caretaker isn’t taking her seriously, is being sarcastic, is poking fun at them, etc… until she actually takes her temperature and realize she has way more than a little cold. I’m not picky about the characters, so please do whoever you feel is best suited if you choose to do this prompt!! -💕

Dead On Your Feet

〖Notes: It's wonderful to hear from you! I chose Natasha as our caretaker, I hope you love it ♡ 〗

〖Summary: Maybe if you had been less dramatic she would've believed you.〗

〖Word Count: 1450 〗

〖Pairing: natasha x reader〗

☾Masterlists☽

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“I’m dying.” You announced, dropping your chin onto Natasha’s shoulder. She rolled her eyes in the mirror and smirked, giving you a look that clearly said that she didn’t believe you.

“I’m sure you are my dear. What kind of flowers would you like at your funeral?” She joked, applying sunscreen to her pale cheeks. The woman could go outside on a cloudy day and come back in with a raging sunburn. Her skincare routine always included sunscreen, even on days when she would only be outside for a few minutes.

“Natty, I’m serious, I really don’t feel good.” You pouted, sniffling pathetically. She just sighed and turned, smearing a bit of sunscreen on your nose. You scrunched up your face in protest and pawed at your reddening nose.

“You can’t get out of a run that easily. Go get changed, we’re leaving in ten.” Damnit. The run. She had been pestering you to go on a run with her for weeks now and you had finally agreed just to get her off of your back.

The only time you ran was when you were forced into it by Cap or Tony for ‘team bonding’. How a bunch of sweaty superheroes torturing their bodies counted as ‘bonding’ you had no idea.

Of course, she didn’t believe you, she thought that you were just trying to get out of what would probably end up being a five-mile run. With a quiet sigh and a rough cough, you went back into the bedroom and pulled out leggings and a T-shirt, mentally preparing yourself for something that you really didn't want to do.

You trudged outside where you found Nat waiting for you by the trails, stretching the muscles in her legs in preparation. She was bouncing on the balls of her feet, a wide grin on her face. Her expression melted your heart and made you feel slightly guilty.

All that you wanted to do was make this woman happy and on any other day you would’ve felt even a little bit excited to do this with her upon seeing her so full of joy. Today though you were breathing hard after the short walk, your lungs ordering you to sit the hell down and take some medicine.

Your head had begun to swim, the beginnings of a fever making itself known. What had started as mild congestion had turned into a constantly runny nose that no amount of sniffling helped to clear. You sniffled nonetheless, unwilling to just let it drip.

“Ready to do this?” She asked, reaching over to squeeze your hand. You squeezed back, but you weren’t sure what to say. You were definitely not ready to do this, but refusing seemed sort of mean.

You opened your mouth to respond, but what came out was a fit of chest-rattling coughs that bent you at the waist. The assassin rested a hand on your back while you coughed, but she didn’t seem to think that the fit was a huge deal.

“Wow, you’re really milking it, huh?” She grumbled once you’d straightened up, one eyebrow raised in mild annoyance. You felt your cheeks flush, but you were beginning to get frustrated.

“I'm not milking anything, could we just get this over with?” You growled in return, your voice husky and weak. Natasha said something under her breath in Russian and turned away to start running down the trail. You huffed and followed her, breaking into a slow jog.

Keeping up with her proved absolutely impossible. Even on a good day, she was fast and you were decidedly not. That fact was made worse by what was definitely a developing fever and the congestion filling your sinuses. There was no breathing through your nose anymore, just harsh wheezing through your mouth, each breath grating against your raw throat.

The two of you had been running for about ten minutes before you had to stop, your body crying out as it begged you to rest. You slowed to a walk and stumbled into a tree, beginning to cough heavily into your elbow.

It wasn’t the kind of cough that one got with a tickle in their throat, no it was harsh, wet, and completely exhausting. It shook your bones and made your head spin. You took a gasping breath, your lungs finally relaxing.

Natasha was standing a few feet ahead, her posture tense and her bright emerald eyes were full of concern. She took a few hesitant steps toward you, but you waved her off, still annoyed with her lack of care earlier.

“I told you I didn’t feel well.” You snarked your voice barely a rasp. She looked a bit butthurt at that comment but didn’t let that get the best of her. Without a word the assassin stalked over to you and pressed the palm of her hand against your forehead, her eyes widening at whatever she felt there.

“Holy shit.” She breathed, her expression melting into one of pure worry. She cupped your cheeks between calloused hands and brushed away a tear that had escaped your eye during the coughing fit.

You wanted to make another snarky comment but the telltale prickle in your sinuses force you to turn away so that you could sneeze (three fucking times) into your elbow. When you looked back up your eyes were full of even more tears and your nose was running. There wasn’t a dry spot left on your sleeve and your nose was still drippy after wiping it.

Natasha stuffed a hand into her pocket and produced a napkin. You went to take it from her but she proceeded to clean you up, muttering under her breath about how stupid she was. When she pulled away she stuffed the gross napkin back into her pocket, offering you a gentle smile.

“I’m so sorry Y/n. I should’ve listened to you. I shouldn’t have dragged you out here today.” She apologized, her voice riddled with guilt. You sniffled tiredly and shrugged, too tired to care anymore. All you wanted was to go home, but the idea of making your way back home made you feel even worse.

“Should’ve just ignored you and gone back to sleep.” She chuckled quietly and kissed your warm forehead, grimacing slightly at the heat radiating from you. She was absolutely horrified with herself for not listening to you and was sure that later she would be beating herself up instead of sleeping, but for now, she needed to help you.

“Can I carry you?” Wait, was she being serious? Did she want to carry you? You had no doubt that she could do it, but you were surprised that it was being offered. The shock on your face must’ve been evident because she had that look on her face that said you were gaping at her like an idiot.

“You look dead on your feet, let me give you a piggyback. I won’t tell anyone.” The redhead teased gently, bringing her typical humor to what could be considered a heavy situation. You sniffled and rubbed your bleary eyes, muffling another quiet cough into your shoulder.

“Whatever you want. I can walk.” Natasha spun around and you clambered up onto her back, feeling a bit childish and silly. Then you realized that you just didn’t have the energy to care. You wrapped your arms around her neck and put your head down on her shoulder, your eyes slipping closed almost immediately.

When you emerged from your dream of floating in the ocean, staring at a sky full of stars, you were no longer on Natasha’s back, instead, you were laying in a soft bed, wearing totally different clothes, and there was a cool cloth resting against your forehead.

Natasha lay beside you, her fingers tangled up in your hair as she very gently pulled her nails against your scalp in a way that always soothed you to sleep. A smile slid onto your lips and you shifted slightly, turning so that you could get closer to your beautiful girlfriend.

“You awake?” She murmured, keeping her voice low just in case you were still sleeping.

“Nope.” You replied, muffling a cough into the blanket. Natasha hummed and readjusted the cloth on your forehead, smiling as you sighed in pleasure. It was cool and it felt so, so nice.

“Alright, baby. When you wake up we’ll get you something to eat.” You made an incoherent sound in response, but she decided to assume that it meant okay. She would be right of course, you would do anything for the woman who you loved and you knew that she would do anything for you. Overall, dying wasn’t so bad.

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chaotic-orphan · 3 months ago

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Whump Drabbles Masterpost:

Recapture [gen neutral]

Choose me (whumper x whumpee/ forced to watch Caretaker beating)

That’s enough [gen neutral/male implied]

Supervillain's brand / Part (2) [team whump]

Guardian angel (cold caretaker rescues Whumpee) [gen neutral]

Kidnapped [gen neutral whumpee]

Semantics (royal whump) [fem whumpee/male whumper]

Russian Roulette (whumpee plays whumper for Caretaker’s life)

Waterboarding (sweet, sweet team whump)

Traumatised Whumpee [fem. whumpee, male caretaker, male whumper, underage Whumpee]

Oh how the turn tables [male whumper/whumpee, whumpee's revenge]

The Assassin’s Hamartia [fem. whumpee/male whumper]

Whumpee wakes up on side of road [gen. Neutral Whumpee, male whumper, male caretaker]

Send me your favourite whump tropes/prompts and I will write them XD If you want any continuations of these one-shots lmk

#whump writing #whump masterpost #whump #whump drabbles #whump one shots #whump scenario #whump tropes #whump snippets #whump drabble

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chaotic-starlight24 · 6 months ago

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Dally's Siblings

Here they are! Back in New York a couple months before their mother died. From oldest to youngest there's-

Ghenrih or "Henry" which is what he goes by, at age 17 Elizaveta or "Elizabeth", at age 16 Dallas at age 9 Finn at age 7 Laila at age 4

If you want all his siblings stories and what happened to them after he left, look under here :) TRIGGER WARNINGS: S**cide, Abuse Mentions

Henry

Henry squinted in most photos he's been in since he was a kid because he desperately needs glasses. He got them once he got out of the house and got a job.

He's quite handsome now, he works as a reporter and kinda gives Milo Thatch vibes. He also has a very loving wife named Lucy May.

He's always had real big ears and when he was young kids would make fun of him for them.

His actual name is Russian but there was a lot of prejudice against immigrants at the time so he mainly goes by Henry. Same case with Elizaveta.

He and Elizabeth were the only ones for a solid 7 years so they were really close. They went through a lot together. They both protected each other a lot from gangs and their father. At the time, their mom was ok enough. So they spent a lot of time around her side of the family.

He taught Dally how to play cards and how to play marbles. He really loved him but Henry was honestly not around too often since he was trying to make a living. It made him extremely nervous to leave his siblings at home and to leave Elizabeth alone as well. He didn’t trust either of his parents. Especially once the gunshot was fired.

When Dally bolted after their mother was shot, Henry grabbed his coat immediately and bolted after him. But he wasn’t able to catch him. He just stood in the streetlight with shock. He knew just how broken his brother was. Why didn’t he do anything about it?! Now he was gone and there was nothing he could do about it.

He helped Elizabeth a lot more after that and took Laila and Finn to his apartment quite often. But he was slowly becoming more busy though it broke his heart to leave Elizabeth to be with them all the time.

Their father ended up in jail for killing their mother and he went to visit him. Henry had to be restrained by officers after he lunged for his father, screaming at him. His father had said things like “She didn’t deserve to be here anyways” and “You think you and your sister didn’t deserve those bruises?!”

They never really had a lot of money so nowadays he still is a bit sensitive about money and food. Even though he’s got a really successful job and lives comfortably.

When he found out Elizabeth died he sobbed and wailed for hours upon hours, days upon days. He’s still not over her death and can’t even hear her name without tearing up.

Elizabeth

Elizabeth always wears giant, clunky boots. She just likes how they look.

She was the one Dally was closest too. She loved him a whole lot and always told him he was extra special (in a loving way, don’t be weird) he felt kinda bad about joining the gang cause he knew she would be worried, but it was what he had to do.

She was always worried about Dally getting caught up in gangs. She never wanted to have to go down to the police to get any of her siblings out! And she never had to…

She sang all the siblings lullabies at night. They all shared a room and she was the one who knew all the lullabies in their parents’ native tongues. Henry would join in with the ones he remembered, but she was mainly the one singing. The rest of them still hum some of the tunes to this day.

She had such a soft smile. It was beautiful and breathtaking.

She had a boyfriend that she liked, his name was Teddy. But she became too stressed out about everything and started to shut out everything else. So she broke it off.

She was honestly the most depressed sibling. She was the main caretaker of them all since their mom was an addict and their dad was barely around except to yell at them all and be violent. It took quite the toll on her but she pretended to be happy for her siblings.

When Dallas ran off after their mother was shot, she was worried sick. She couldn’t find him anywhere and didn’t even know what to do with herself with all that went down.

She worked several jobs while being the main parental figure for all the kids. But it was too much for her.

She felt incredibly guilty for what she was about to do. But life was becoming too much for her. This was her only way out in her eyes. So when she turned 23 she went to the Brooklyn Bridge, and jumped.

Laila was 11, Finn was 14. They got the news from the police. They sobbed as the news was delivered and they were hauled off to an orphanage.

Laila and Finn

Laila is the only one with brown eyes. They’re real big too.

She used to carry around a beat-up wolf stuffed animal everywhere she went. It used to be Henry’s but he got too old for it. She still has him to this day. His name is “Terry” if you care.

Whenever she and Finn ended up in the orphanage, she was extremely sad. She barely had a clue what was going on and was just terrified. She became a lot more shy and anxious.

Dallas was always Finn’s hero when he was older. He thought he was so cool and tough because of little brother stuff. He was honestly the spitting image of Dallas as he got older. Except Finn has always stayed positive. So he looks like Dallas, if Dallas was happy and not hardened by the world. He also has shorter hair and dimples.

He loved his raincoat so much as a kid. He wore it all the time because he thought it made him look bigger and tougher.

Henry didn’t have the stability to take them in after Elizabeth’s death so he and Laila were taken to an orphanage. In turn Finn became extremely protective of Laila and had very little trust in everyone. He still managed to stay positive for the most part.

They did get adopted though, an older couple named Jeremiah and Kira. They were from North Carolina and came to visit family in New York. Kira wasn’t able to have kids so they gave up on having them a while ago. But then somebody in their family mentioned adoption and they decided to look into the process. Which led to them meeting Finn and Laila.

They now live happily in North Carolina, Finn is slowly adjusting and Laila is coming out of her shell.

In the Survival AU, Finn and Laila were visiting Oklahoma and while stopping in Tulsa at Cynthia’s soda fountain, they saw him. Talking to his girl, laughing at something his friend said. Finn couldn’t believe his eyes. Laila didn’t even recognize him but was the one to point him out. Cynthia noticed the kids staring at them and brought Dally’s attention to them. Dally’s jaw dropped as soon as he saw the two of them. (I may draw this later) They didn’t even know how to react.

After they met again they told him about Elizabeth which he was not really in the state to take it, it was literally a year after everything went down with Johnny and such. But Henry found out and immediately roadtripped down to see them all.

Dally always thought if he ever saw his family again they would hate him and he would hate seeing them as well. He thought it would remind him too much of the day he ran off. But he honestly started crying with joy when he met eyes with Henry. He tried to keep up the tough guy attitude but when they all hugged he actually started crying. It felt nice to see his family again, the good ones.

#the outsiders #dallas winston #the outsiders headcanons #the outsiders angst #dally winston #dallas winston headcanons #dallas winston angst #dallas winston x oc #Laila Winston #Elizabeth Winston #Henry Winston #Finn Winston #Cynthia Stevens #starlight's writing #original content #the outsiders oc

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miralax-gatorade · 7 months ago

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Dee. My poor sweet baby you didn’t deserve this

ok Dee is next up on the Random Information About My DSAF Au

Dee doesn’t remember her death, and given how young she is, she does not know that she’s dead. She walks and talks and plays like other kids, so she doesn’t see herself as any different.

despite not consciously remembering her death, she does have triggers. Knives and the smell of liquor are her main ones. If she smells liquor or if someone comes too close to her with a knife, she’ll cry or hide. She doesn’t understand why she does this.

Peter is her main caretaker. Steven was put off by her and would just make sure she stayed in her box, but Peter took pity on her and let her come out.

once she was out of the box, she adjusted a bit better and attached herself to Peter immediately. She doesn’t like Steven very much.

she actually grows pretty close to Dave. She thinks he’s weird and kinda scary, but Dave realizes how similar they are and actively tries to connect with her and feels bad for helping kill her. Dave isn’t the best with kids, but if they’re highly traumatized he’s great.

Dee learns a lot of words she isn’t supposed to know. She learns a good few swears and insults from Jack and Dave. Peter actually taught her the most swears. He’s very prone to swearing, especially after Dave fixes his voice box.

Dee actually picks up a bit of Russian and German from Dave, mostly swears.

Dave does return her scarf pretty early in the timeline! She doesn’t remember it or know why Dave is giving it to her, but she likes it anyways

#dsaf #dayshift at freddy's #dayshift at freddys #dee kennedy #peter kennedy #jack kennedy #steven stevenson #dave miller #dsaf au #what doesn’t kill us au

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doppel-doodles · 14 days ago

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Got a few here so brace yourself bestie-

𝗰𝗮𝗶𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗮 〜 what does your oc’s voice sound like?

𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗵𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗮𝗻 〜 what kind of people does your oc hate the most?

𝗯𝗹𝘂𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗶𝗶 〜 does your oc speak any other language(s)? if they didn’t learn to speak the language(s) when they were growing up, when and why did they learn it?

𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗰𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗶 〜 does your oc’s name or design reference anything? i.e. music, movies, etc.

𝗱𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗮 〜 post a song or a lyric that fits your oc

𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 〜 post some images or a moodboard that fit your oc’s aesthetic

𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿 〜 describe your oc’s personality

For Jú, Ming and Baí :>>> Have fuunnnnn

OH TAMMY MY BEAUTIFUL FRIEND I CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON YOU

AHEM-

Ming

Caipirinha

I imagine Mings voice as really loud and bold, the kind that just GRABS your attention, I also think he doesn't have a really deep voice(puberty skipped him lol), a good fit would be Polites from Epic for the general vibe but he is definitely a bit more brash than him and talks way faster.

Manhattan

Wukong-

Nah,nah I'm jesting.

I feel like the one type of person Ming would immediately not like is those who take what they have for granted and demand more, it's the greed these people possess that would piss him off so much considering he had little to nothing that's just a punch in the gut.

So it grinds his gears even more when there is zero appreciation.

Blue Hawaii

Nope, he only ever spoke Chinese in the context of his lmk/jttw story:D

Chocolate Martini

Technically Ming references my other oc Klara in his design, his human one anyway, sharing her color pallet and even the name has the same meaning as hers which is "bright"! In his ghost form the blood dripping from his mouth also a reference to his death:}

Dirty Banana

I will throw in a whole bit of a song alongside some lyrics cause I feel like it:

"Gone from living feeces to your priority, funny how much more you notice something that you can't see."

"A whole garden of flowers and my name etched on a rock all this could've been avoided all i wanted was to talk."

"Now that I've been appointed as your new king I decree that it's too late to start caring about me."

From the song "Hansel" by Sodikken

"This life is amazing! If you greet it with open arms!"

From "Open Arms" from the Troy saga of Epic the musical

"Thanks for nothing."

"Swallow your poison make me numb, I don't care if my heart stops."

From "Poison" by Jayn

Harvey Wallbanger

Grasshopper

I would describe Mings personality as that of a caretaker, very kind and nurturing, he is always thinking of others to the point the only thoughts he spares himself are negative ones, he is also the most emotionally mature even if it doesn't seem like it, when it matters it is he who is always the bigger person.

This persists to how he is now but he definitely lost a lot of his optimism, he is more melancholic, more soft and slow. Less impulsive and always three steps ahead of everyone while sleeping with both eyes open as that once boundless trust is gone.

Shattered to bits.

Baí

Caipirinha

I have already made a voice claim for Baí with this animatic and honestly I genuinely think it's a perfect match, it's a very smooth voice and sounds absolutely menacing and condescending when it wants to be but it's also just enchanting at the same time! Very charming indeed.

Once again not too deep either and carries the same kind of calm I think is very signature to Baí.

Manhattan

It's people who seek conflict and cruelty without any rhyme or reason, it's the people who treat those they dont understand with disdain and disgust and it's the people who abuse and force their will upon others.

Baí hates monsters who call themselves humans.

Blue Hawaii

He speaks a lot! Chinese,Korean,Russian honestly just a bunch of countries surrounding Chinese borders.

He has been alive for so long and travelled so much, he definitely saw more of the world than most. And of course every new place meant he had to fit in, he definitely isn't fluent in all of them but he speaks many decent enough.

Chocolate Martini

Just like with Ming, Baí references my other oc Katie who is infact Klaras twin sister!

They also share a colour pallet and the same name meaning, in their case it means "pure". But Baí also has a reference to LBD as on the back of his jacket he has a ribcage embroidered on it which glows to!:}

Dirty Banana

"I remember you from a dream I thought was true, you bright with magic and I blindedby my youth."

"All I wish is, for your hand to hold, you see. Only your smile kills the dark in me."

"Was I a fool to trust in those lies?"

From AmaLees cover of "Magia" from Madoka Magica

"It's my devotion that cuts me open time again."

From "Devotion" by AmaLee

You want a taste of my brain? Okay. It's yours anyway."

From "Misery Meat" by Sodikken

"Be my mentor be, be my guide, show me where to run and where to hide."

"I know you would've known just what to do, with all the things that life coukd throw at you."

From "Alarm Call" by The Correspondents

Harvey Wallbanger

Grasshopper

Baí is defined by his serenity as a character, he is calm and composed yet just always a little mischievous, he comes across as scheming all the time. He is also almost always cared for by someone else so he is very reliant on other people, he can't really make decisions by himself as his life was always that other people make those choices for him.

And despite that he keeps people away from him emotionally, there is a wall there a strange sense of professionalism I guess?

No doubt tho he is creative, with flashy outfits and the flawless confidence of a model with just the right amount of sass to be classy.

Jú

Caipirinha

Obviously I want Jú's voice to be siren levels of beautiful but that isn't a very good description ey? So I thought a little more for what I truly wanted.

I picture a kinda gender neutral voice if that makes sense? Not so high pitch yet also not deep, right in the middle. Her tone is also extremely monotone and dry, she borderline sounds sarcastic without meaning to.

I want something commanding yet soft spoken, stern if you will.

Manhattan

Honestly I can see her hate those who exploit the ones who are naive, coming from the entertainment buisness this practice is normalised to a worrying degree.

Blue Hawaii

She doesn't speak many other languages with any kind of fluency other than maybe English since she is Yúnlü manger and handles a lot of the buisness matters for her and those can be international given her fame.

I think she does listen to a lot of different kinds traditional music from different cultures so she might've picked up a few words and phrases but nothing more.

Chocolate Martini

The stripes of her pants forming these rectangles refrence her "sturdy" personality as she is the most straight laced of her group.

Her colors also reference the bright oranges of her younger years now having dulled down to shades of brown.

Also her human fro references lyrics from the song "Queen of Kings" by Alessandra AHEM-

"Got raven hair, as dark as night."

"Icy eyes, outta sight, outta sight."

Dirty Banana

"I'm calling you like a Siren."

From "Siren" by AmaLee

"What role am I playing? A fool or humble gir? What mask am I wearing, does it cry or feel above the world?"

From "Entertaining" by HalaCG

"Belladonna,belladonna,belladonna,belladonna. Dangerous,addictive don't come here unless you wanna."

From "Belladonna" by Ava Max

"She,queen of the kings,runni' so fast,beatin' the wind. Nothi' in this world can stop the spread of her wings."

From "Queen of Kings" by Alessandra

Harvey Wallbanger

Grasshopper

Jú is the responsible one. You can count on her to get crap done but there isn't much fun on the side, she is no nonsense,dry, straight faced and seems perpetually either annoyed or disappointed by everything. While it definitely is not truly like that her reactions leave much to be desired by.

She is confident without being cocky but still fades into the background very easily and she doesn't seem to mind that, if anything she prefers it.

Has stopped putting in much effort into her relationships, or better put she is afraid to do so let alone seek out new ones, having become an introverted shut in who drowns herself in work.

Despite her dry exterior she is no robot tho, beneath it hides someone who can be the most genuine,caring and vulnerable person around.

#doppel answers #THIS WAS SO LONG #but really fun!#thank you tammy:>#jin jú #gāuguí baí #gāuguí ming #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk oc #lego monkie kid oc #oc #orignal character #original characters #lmk ocs #monkie kid oc #lego monkie kid fandom #monkie kid fandom

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