#starvation mention

[bambiraptorx]

Rise au with the whole 'Draxum kidnaps a turtle for nefarious and evil purposes' trope except the gargoyles are super not into it and actively trying to free said turtle

Like maybe they aren't super obviously going against it or anything (especially given the premise of their boss kidnapping a whole ass child and presumably more or less torturing them, he's probably not a guy you necessarily want to confront directly) but they are distinctly not playing along.

Cause the thing is, they've canonically been lying to him since the day he hired them and he presumably never figured that out (he probably would not have kept them around if he had) and they're kinda known for being 'stupid' and messing stuff up, so it wouldn't be all that hard for them to just. Do that on purpose.

For example: Draxum tells them to stop feeding the whichever turtle it is so that he can starve into compliance. A few days later he's like "damn why isn't starving them working" and the gargoyles are just like "oh we were supposed to be doing that? we forgor oopsie :("

or like

Draxum asks them to watch the turtle overnight, and the next morning they're like "oh did you mean keep them in the cage overnight? Cause we just let them out. Yeah for a stretch, a quick little run. Btw you're paying us overtime for that right?"

Draxum's like "well go find them you buffoons" and they're like "okay fine", and then come back half an hour later and are like "good news we figured out how to find the kid fast! we called yokai CPS :)"

[gaybd1]

I love Zukka food conversations?

Zuko HAS known hunger but he’s also had all the food he’s ever needed served to him on a silver platter for the majority of his life

Sokka was responsible for feeding his entire village from way too young an age

Zuko has dealt with ARFID/autism-related texture issues his whole life and feels extremely guilty because of his “privilege to be picky” (he’s rarely been fully healthy regardless)

Sokka teaching Zuko to fish and hunt because it’s super important to Zuko not to be helpless while on his own again

Sokka expressing his own guilt to Zuko of the winters when there wasn’t enough food for everyone to go around. How he felt responsible. How he gave almost all his food to Katara so she wouldn’t have to know what real hunger was

Both of them getting a bit of chub as adults because they are finally in a position where they CAN

[whumperofworlds]

Whumpee who is overconfident. They think they could get out of any situation. And they could!

Then Whumper came along, taking Whumpee captive. For days. Weeks. Months. Being tortured, starved, and so on, with no rescue in sight.

And for once, Whumpee's confidence fades.

[angstyaches]

Augusnippets Day 15

Prompt: Starvation, requested by🐊 anon

OCs: Charlie and Shayne

Word Count: 455

CW: entrapment, prolonged hunger, angst, NO RESOLUTION INCLUDED, it's open-ended and bleaker than most of my fic endings.

Part 2 of 2 - takes place after the events of Day 12.

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The treetops swayed, untroubled, against the pale blue glow of late evening. Charlie watched, breaths slow, body still, conserving energy. Conserving it for what, he didn’t know, but... hopefully for something.

The quiet was split, not by a growl from Charlie’s clenching stomach, but by a scream. The forest floor trembled under a faltering surge of power. The shimmering walls that stretched up towards the sky didn't even wobble. 

“Stop it, lovely.” 

Shayne spun around, his hair soaked with stale rainwater and fresh sweat. “What?” 

“Just..." Charlie closed his eyes. "Stop.” 

“Stop trying to get us out?” 

“Yeah.” Charlie spread his hands over his aching belly. It had rained the previous night, and by some mercy the water had come down through the wards, but the hexagon hadn’t provided anything edible yet. “Lie with me. It’s kind of nice down here.” 

“You’re fucking joking, right?” 

Charlie didn’t dignify that with – or waste his breath on – a response. 

There was a soft scuffling of pine needles. Through his damp clothes, Charlie could feel Shayne’s warmth just to the right of his own body. Shayne’s stomach growled audibly as he settled on the ground. He cleared his throat, trying to muffle it, a moment too late. How he still had it in him to feel embarrassed was beyond Charlie. Unfortunately, Shayne had a lot more experience with extended bouts of hunger than Charlie did. 

“I’m..."

Charlie turned his head and opened his eyes.

"I'm so sorry, love." The hollow pits under Shayne’s eyes were almost as dark as his hair. The lines of his cheeks and jaws were too sharp. “I’m supposed to be the one who knows about this shit, I should – I should be able to –” 

“Stop.” Charlie frowned. “I get it. I’d do anything to get us – even just to get you out of this, lovely, if I could. We’re on the same page here. It’s... not just you who feels helpless.” 

Charlie wasn’t sure if it had been the right thing to say or not, but he was out of breath by the time he finished speaking. His stomach shifted with each breath he’d drawn to force out the words, until it squeezed out a sluggish, acidic growl.  

“Not even sure if I’m hungry anymore,” Charlie admitted. “I just feel...” 

“Sick.” 

Charlie nodded. Shayne blinked harshly and looked up towards the darkening sky. Charlie did the same. As the sun went down, the wards' glare became harsher to look at. 

“This is not nice,” Shayne murmured. 

“No.” 

“You’re a liar.” 

They reached for each other’s hands at the same time, their fingers hooking together as their wrists rested on the forest floor. 

“Yeah,” Charlie whispered. “But at least you’re not wasting your strength anymore.” 

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@augusnippets

[teal-fiend]

A pred falling asleep after eating prey. Usually they’d wake up still full. Because obviously. It makes sense, it’s a big meal.

But when they wake up hungry. Maybe they digest very quickly. Or maybe they slept for a really long time, like a hibernation kind of situation. 

Just. the idea that a pred can eat an entire person before going to bed, but by the time they wake up they’re completely starving. Like the prey didn’t have any impact on their hunger at all, or at least they only mattered while the pred was asleep and not even when the pred was conscious.

[brutal-nemesis]

Do you happen to know any ways to torture a shapeshifter effectively?

I'm assuming said shapeshifter is gonna shift bigger/smaller to get out of any restraints? In that case...

The good ol' pitfall with spikes at the bottom, and then you gotta put like a lid on it that also has spikes. Like an iron maiden type thing. Basically just make it spikes on all sides! They might be able to make themselves real small to avoid being hurt tho 😔

But hey, while they're trapped, light a fire under that shit because even if they aren't getting poked they sure as fuck can't get away from the heat <33 or cold you could also freeze it whatever suits your fancy

Trap them completely underwater. They can turn into a fish? What if that water is acid instead, or molten metal :) And you can let that metal cool and then wow you have a fun mold!!!

I am now remembering that maybe they shouldn't die, but you can still do less intense variations of some of this stuff, trapping them in a metal box and getting it hot or spraying acid on them where they can't avoid it

They might be able to shift out of restraints, but what if I impale them on the ground with a piece of rebar, huh. what then

Give them a nice brand or marking that's visible no matter how they shift, so you'll always know it's them

Good old starvation and dehydration (and if they turn into a camel then that's just cool you got a camel hell yeah)

In conclusion, as long as you can figure out a way to keep them from getting away, you can do whatever you want, baby

[withoutatrace-pkmn]

the wild garchomp hanging outside my house presumably waiting to eat me: holy shit that dumbass FINALLY left wait what are they do-

me, 5’6, running on about two hours of sleep, exhausted, starving and on the brink of insanity:

[vixletserenity]

(AU)

Arven: *holds up a recently hunted rabbit from Nemona* “I don’t know if I can work with this. This isn’t food, it’s roadkill!”

She had just gotten a fire started to cook whatever freshkill was brought in. Her ears twitched when she heard Arven's voice; he at least had returned. Nemona might still be out hunting.

"Well that's definitely not enough for the three of us." Celeste replied, "And probably won't provide much nutrients either; relying solely on rabbits will cause a cruel form of starvation. If our bodies can even handle that little natural fats."

"Were you thinking about going into town and trying to get food there?" Celeste asked while looking into the flames she created; sometimes if prey was out hunted they went into towns to see what they could find. "I...should probably go with you then."

The fur that covered her arms slowly shrunk into her skin; as if disappearing. Her old body. That was one of the first discoveries she had made with Geeta's pack; that Celeste was capable of returning to the body she was born with.

But since then, Celeste had been suffering from body dysmorphia. She could've easily changed back and returned to the life she had. Yet, Celeste felt like she couldn't. How would society accept the girl who became a werewolf through no fault of her own?

Then was the pain in her heart whenever they did go into towns and cities. The thing she missed the most was her mother's homemade meals. The warmth of freshly made food and knowing that it was made with all the love a person could possibly put into it. She some times felt that when Arven cooked; but it wasn't the same.

Celeste curled into herself as memories started flooding in. Both of the more recent events and her childhood. When Celeste was mostly ignorant of the social relations werewolves and humans have.

"Of course you're welcome to come back home. You're my daughter, and I love you with all my heart; no matter what you look like. I'll always love and accept you with open arms."

Her mother's words rang into her ears. How can she ever return home and pretend that nothing happened? Celeste couldn't do that; her life has entirely changed and human society wouldn't respect her.

"Sorry....we should get going." Celeste mumbled before standing up and putting out the flames. Her mental state hadn't been any better since killing her own father; she wondered if Arven's dad met a similar fate.

[inaris-pokemon-world]

Anonchu@Inari 

So you're an ex-TR captive, huh?

You... and one of your firstborns? ... 

...

I've heard stories about those damn rocket facilities for almost all my life...

I've heard about how they catch you... Beat you...     Trap you...    Put you to sleep...

Then they take you to these places, and from there on, you're usually never heard from or seen again.

I've heard that once you're in, once you cross these fancy metal doors...

You've officially entered the living-plan version of hell.

A place where escape is almost nothing but a distant dream and torture and torment seem endless

I've heard of how they treat their captives and the tactics and tools they use to get you to obey, like suppressive behavioral callers that they clamp firmly around your neck or limbs and emit unbearable pain when you try to escape or do anything to annoy or piss them off.

or denying you food and water because "you didn't behave."

But that's not the worst of it; the worst is that some of these facilities catch you because they want something from you specifically.

They'll do things like take you from wherever they're holding you and take you to rooms where from there they'll strap you to a surface, drugging you beforehand of course so you don't struggle as much and do things to you...

(The Pikachu steps closer to the Sylveon.)

Miss...   I'm not sure how you managed to escape or how you managed to do so with your child and with all your pieces.

But you are very lucky, Miss Inaris.

You and your kid.

I hope you, these two little babies, and your other two kids, wherever they are right now, get the best out of life and never have to deal with those sick and twisted monsters again. EVER.

…they determined that that wasn’t entirely true when I bit a scientist’s finger off.

First part: here

Next part: here

[nablah]

stupidest thing is a terf in kurt gödel's tag rejoicing about how he starved to death. dude had a mental disorder that was a result of an assasination of a friend, the event of which was connected to the rise of nazism. im repeating it but the terf white supremacist nazi pipeline is real.

[annebrontesrequiem]

This is a Maud de Braose stan account. Like to piss off King John, ignore to be locked in the dungeon of a castle with your son to starve to death

[sharonaparadox]

[Images: uncolored, traditionally-drawn fancomic of Adam and Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel. The former is depicted as a demon with dark gradient arms ending in claws, darkened eyes, long floppy ears, and horns like those from his exorcist mask sprouting from his unmasked hair. The aforementioned prompts of “Day 5 Hurt/Comfort” and “Day 6 Music” are written in the top right corners of the first and second pages.

The first image starts with a panel showing Lucifer looking ahead with a slight annoyed frown as he slings one of Adam’s arms around his shoulders to walk with the injured and grimacing first man, a note pointing to him that reads, “Lucifers jacket wrapped around wound” The rest of the picture is taken up with a shot of Adam lying on his side in bed with bandages around his chest and head as he looks down at one of his hands with a frown. Lucifer is sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to Adam as he sighs and holds up his jacket with a note reading, “used magic to clean it”

The comic continues with a note reading, “*2 weeks later*” as Lucifer walks into the room with a plate of pancakes, opening the window curtains while he cheerily sings, “♪ Adam ♪ ~Rise and Shine~” He frowns with furrowed eyebrows as he looks over his shoulder and sees untouched meals before he sits down on the edge of the bed beside Adam, who is curled up and facing away from him.

Lucifer huffs and says, “You know, you can’t actually permanently die from starvation down here.” He waves his hand upward as he pulls a disgusted face and continues, “Once you reach a certain point, you kinda just shrivel up and fall into a limbo of being too weak to move and experiencing terrible hunger pains as you starve to death over and over.” He leans back slightly and looks up with a thoughtful expression, musing, “It’s one of the worst kinds of suffering down here actually…” He then turns to Adam, looking irritated as he asks, “So how about you get up and eat something before that happens?”

Adam is already glaring but becomes even more furious as he turns and shouts, “I don’t need anything from you traitor!” The word “you” is capitalized for emphasis. Adam leans in toward Lucifer, who sneers as the first man continues, “Why is it always you? A millenia later and your still ruining my life!” A shadow crosses Lucifer’s face as he tenses when Adam begins to tear up, putting one hand to his forehead and the other against Lucifer’s torso as he looks down with a pained frown and asks, “Why does my life keep getting shittier?”

Scenes from the past are shown as Adam continues speaking. Lilith is looking over her shoulder with a glare as Adam says, “I tried to start humanity with Lillith.” An apple is shown as he says, “I never wanted for more.” Finally, Adam is depicted looking up with an exhausted frown as he uses a carrying pole over both shoulders to move what looks like food while sweat runs down his thin, scarred body. He says, “I spent my whole mortal life providing for my family.”

The scene cuts back to the present as tears stream down Adam’s face, one hand running through his hair and the other rubbing his neck as he squeezes his eyes shut and says, “And I still ended up down here just like you…” He buries his face into his arms as he asks, “How could He abandon me so easily?”

Lucifer leans forward to pull Adam up to his chest with one hand atop Adam’s head and the other around his shoulders as the devil begins humming a lullaby, frowning slightly with his eyebrows furrowed as if troubled. End description.]

Sorry it took so long. I had the urge to make this into a longer comic and it took a bit. I combined prompts 5&6 Hurt/Comfort & music.

What did you imagine Lucifer humming? I was thinking of Boats&Birds by Gregory and the Hawk.

*also sorry i just realized I originally cut off some text in the original version*

I know Adam’s hair is nice and tidy in the last slide. I’m just gonna pretend that Lucifer magicked it back to normal while comforting him.

[whumpshaped]

that devil hot crossover fic is coming i promise but i just have these little ideas that are easier to write out when im half asleep bc they dont need to be coherent

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tw angel/demon stuff, multiple whumpees, vivisection, gore, cannibalism, starvation mention, power dynamics

There were certain things that lesser demons learned very quickly upon coming into existence.

Like newborn fawns, the first lesson was always that either they figured out how to run fast, or they were going to be devoured by something stronger and more vicious than themselves.

The second was the pecking order and their place in it. Hunting got very difficult when their prey could be taken away at any moment; often, if they proved to be any good at it, the thief would even force them to hunt specifically for them without giving them a single bite in exchange.

And the third was that a pack of low-ranking demons stood no chance against anyone they might've wanted to. Enough ants might take down a spider in the wilderness on the surface, but in Hell, the power imbalance between the ranks seemed to be too great for the numbers to have a serious effect.

Therefore the only way to reliably survive was to either move to almost desolate areas where starving was guaranteed and contact with others was scarce, or... to "befriend" a higher-ranking demon for protection. Of course, even if that meant not being eaten, it did not mean not being harmed. Overworked. Taken advantage of.

Shax was well-aware of the nature of his relationship with his closest (only) friend. He did whatever he was told, and in exchange, Astaroth made sure that he stayed alive and well enough to keep performing his duties. He never stopped fearing zyr, not for a single moment. He knew if he did, that'd be his last mistake.

"Don't you want to feel it?" Astaroth asked with a grin, hand buried wrist-deep in zyr angel's chest cavity. The thing was whining endlessly, a sound that made Shax want to pounce and sink his teeth into their throat. Alas, the angel wasn't his, so he stayed put until Astaroth gave him permission.

"May I?" he asked timidly, and ze rolled zyr eyes.

"Would I ask you otherwise?"

Yes. Shax didn't bring up any of the thousands of occasions when Astaroth commanded him to do something, only to later punish him for it. "Right. Sorry."

He walked over and knelt down by the twitchy body of the half-dead creature, wishing he could've had an opportunity to catch one too. Bind one to himself. It was a dream so far removed from reality that he felt silly even thinking about it. Lowly trash like him wouldn't even have the required level of magic in their blood.

He dipped a hand under the angel's ribcage, so fixated on the gore he was allowed to witness that he didn't notice the hungry look on Astaroth's face. He dug around in there, touching their lungs, their heart... It was beating so fast, almost desperately, trying to pump blood into arteries that had been ripped apart.

When Astaroth grabbed him by the neck and pulled him in for a kiss over the Fallen's ruined body, he didn't protest. He never did. He was as good as a bonded angel, forever obedient and compliant, letting zyr do whatever ze wanted to him.

"Would you like a bite?" ze murmured, and Shax could barely believe it. He had no idea why ze was so excited by the prospect of sharing the angel, but he wasn't going to complain.

"Please," he almost whimpered, and Astaroth's grin widened.

"How much?"

Shax's hold tightened around the angel's heart, mouth watering at the thought of getting to taste it. "I'll do anything," he said eagerly, but it was hardly a new offer. "Whatever you want. Please. Just one bite."

"You get so pathetic when you want something," ze cooed, pulling him even closer. "One bite, then."

Shax let out a shrill scream when ze bit into the tender flesh between his neck and shoulder, cursing himself for being so gullible and not paying attention to the wording. He teared up from the pain, then started actually sobbing when Astaroth ripped the chunk out of his body with a satisfied groan.

"Fuck, you taste so good too."

Zyr eyes fluttered closed for a moment in pure pleasure, and he tried to keep his whimpers to a minimum so as not to annoy zyr. It fucking hurt. He wouldn't be able to use that arm for a day at least.

His efforts seemed to be in vain, because when Astaroth looked at him again, all that playfulness seemed to be gone from zyr face, replaced by cold indifference that made his blood run cold. "Now scram."

He scrambled to crawl back to his corner, pressing himself against the walls in an attempt to become invisible. No matter how much the scent enticed him, he pointedly avoided even looking in the direction of his blood-soaked hand. Unless Astaroth said so, he wouldn't dare lick it off.

next

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taglist: @the-scrapegoat @heavenly-whumper @whumpsday @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

[angstyaches]

i’m doing alright :)

soo excited for day 15 you have no idea. are nancys students finally going to meet the StW gang?? why do i lowkey see blake and shayne being friends?? or like nodding acquaintances where they both respect each others grouchiness

fuckkk lilith and elliot interactions would be so interesting too 🍄

Combining with these tags from @writing-whump, you're spot on with the next prompt 👀

The way this mini storyline has formed in my head is making the short word count REALLY difficult, so part two will not have any kind of conclusion, it'll just be another suspended little snippet (I'm gonna try to Content Warn as best I can because I know it's a bit off-brand for me to leave something open-ended and kind of bleak 😭)

BUT all of this has made me want to really tie things together so maybe my mini project in September will be filling in all the gaps left behind. For ages I've sort of mapped out how Shayne and Charlie are introduced to the MARS gang, but this new development has made it so much more interesting. So maybe it is time!

@ 🍄 LILITH AND ELLIOTT INTERACTIONS, they live rent free in my head tbh, and Shayne definitely meets his match when it comes to Blake lmao

[inhumanliquid]

>Be me

>Owner of a functioning uterus

>Chronically anemic

>Dysohoric transmasc

>Someone that gags at the smell of blood

>"Threatening to starve myself is totally the most sane way to go about not having to suffer so much anymore"

[leaslichoma]

Been thinking about the wendigo recently. Most adaptations are not very faithful to the original tales, but I think some of the themes are still quite relevant today. The wendigo is a giant cannibal, who awakens during winter to eat people to sate its never ending hunger. It is connected with winter famine. Hunger and starvation still exist today, but in a different form than the original tales were often used to. In ancient times, hunger was often a result of famine. People could not eat because they could not produce enough food. Today, we can produce more than enough food for everyone, but people still go hungry due to societies that refuse to help those in need. For millennia, the wendigo represented starvation caused by nature. In modern tales, I believe this monster can represent starvation caused by social murder.