#sue me lol

[robotsandramblings]

"I don't understand. We did the right thing. We told the truth." - Omega, S02 E08 "We're good soldiers. We followed orders. And for what?" - Commander Mayday, S02 E12

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptober 2023 | Day 10 | The Bee’s Whumptober Masterlist 

“Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

Broken Phone | Stranded | “You said you’d never leave.”

CW: yandere whumper, maybe broken bone, kidnapping, noncon drugging, syringe

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Whumpee held their phone up to the sky, waving it around fruitlessly as they squinted up at the screen, hoping to be blessed by tiny bars of cell service gracing the hotbar of their phone. No such luck. They groaned much too loudly, enough that their friend would overhear and hopefully come to their heroic rescue.

“WhumpeeEERRRRRRR,” they called out, imitating a particularly annoying preschooler they used to hate. “There’s no signal. If you were gonna take me camping in the middle of nowhere, the least you could do is provide high-speed wifi.”

“Mm, yeah, my mistake, many apologies, m’lord.” Whumper deadpanned with a smirk as they scouted out the campsite, matching Whumpee’s banter. “I’ll take you to the Bermuda Triangle next time. Even less service there, so I’ve heard. ”

Whumpee let out an exaggerated gasp. “You wouldn’t! That's it, I’m canceling you on Twitter!”

“Right.” They made their way over to Whumpee, leaning against the car with their arms crossed, head tilted to the side. “And how exactly do you plan on doing that without cell service?”

“As soon as we get the high-speed wifi I requested, it’s over for you.”

“But then you couldn’t cancel me for not getting you wifi because you’ll have wifi, right?”

“Don't try to sway me with such trivial things as facts and logic!” Whumpee decreed hautilily. "You must be punished for your crimes. Your execution will be glorious!”

Whumper grinned despite their exaggerated tough guy act. Whumpee always knew how to make them smile. Their heart had been racing ever since they left, wondering if they were making the right choice here. They could still back out, just have a regular nice, normal camping trip with Whumpee.

But no. Whumper had to bite their lip to not fully oggle at Whumpee as they stood on the edge of the trunk, bantering without a care in the world. A warm all-consuming pressure filled Whumper’s chest and they had to make a physical effort not to squeal like a child when their crush noticed them for the first time. Soon they would have this all the time. This was the right choice.

They jumped up to join Whumpee on the lip of the trunk, awkwardly slouching down under the trunk door proper. “Well, might be kind of hard to execute me if you can’t cancel me in the first place, no?”

“You gonna do somethin’ about it?” Whumpee raised a challenging eyebrow at them. Whumper had to manually remember how to breathe. 

They snatched Whumpee’s phone out of their grasp and lept down from the trunk, sprinting halfway across the campsite and turning around to dangle the phone tauntingly before Whumpee even had a chance to jump down.

“Can’t cancel me without access to the outside world at all, yeah?”

“Oh, fuck you, Whumper!”

“You would!”

Whumpee snorted, jumping down and sprinted toward Whumper, but Whumper took off again in a different direction, so they were still the same distance away by the time Whumpee made it to Whumper’s original spot.

Whumpee blew some air up their face, their bangs fluttering up in the most adorable way. They made their way toward Whumper again, this time walking normally, panting lightly and holding out their hand. “Okay, seriously, I need my phone back please."

Whumper squeezed the phone in a death grip and bit the inside of their cheek, so hard they almost drew blood. They cherished moment, the way their heart fluttered. It may be a while before they and Whumpee could have moments like this again, but after that, life would be nothing but these moments.

Whumpee grabbed onto Whumper's shoulder to leverage themself up to the arm holding their phone toward the sky, but their hand fell just short of reaching. One of the advantages of being the taller one. But then Whumpee used their shoulder as a boost to jump higher, and Whumper had to stumble back to keep the phone away from them. Whumpee’s knees buckled from the sudden absence of Whumper's body to brace the fall and they fell on their ass with a shriek. Oh no. No no no.

“Sorry, I’m sorry!” Whumper yelled, backing up further.

Whumpee hissed. A telltale redness of the eyes betraying held-back tears as they cursed to fire shooting up their tailbone. 

“What was that for?” They demanded, more confused and pained than angry. Even when Whumper accidentally hurt them, they didn't get mad; Whumper could have cried. Whumpee really was perfect, weren’t they?

“Just give me my phone, would ya, man? Jesus, I think I bruised my tailbone or something. We might need to actually call someone now, or go to urgent care…”

“You can’t do that, Whumpee. Sorry.”

Whumpee, for the first time, groaned in annoyance and tilted their chin up at Whumper. That would need correcting later. But even still, the actions made Whumper want to squeeze Whumpee until they popped.

“Why not? You break the cell service on purpose? Or did you actually take me out here to kidnap me, torture me, then leave my remains strewn about the woods so they’d never find me again?” A wry smile crept onto their face again, one which quickly disappeared as soon as Whumper spoke again.

“Well… one out of the three.”

“What?” Their eyes widened into a brief flash of fear before the mask of confusion settled on their features again. Whumper always took the joke too far sometimes. They knew that. With some effort and a clenched jaw, they pushed up to their knees. “Whumper, stop fucking around and help me up. I need to get to a doctor.”

Whumper closed their eyes and took a deep breath, a loud roaring in their ears. No turning back now. 

They threw Whumpee's phone on the ground and smashed the heel of their hiking boot into the fragile glass, and Whumpee cried out, falling out of their precarious squat and straight onto their tailbone, then spasming out so they laid trembling on their side. Whumper stomped on the phone until it more resembled broken spare parts than an actual device, then swished it around in the dirt just to make sure.

Whumpee stared at the dust-bitten parts with wide eyes, mouth agape. Then their fiery gaze shot up and found Whumper. “What the FUCK?! WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"

Whumper stared at Whumpee, hardly able to breathe. This was it. The Confession.

“I’m sorry I have to do this, Whumpee, but I can’t let anyone else have you anymore. That includes people on your phone. You’re mine. And I’m yours. They might try to get in our way, and if that happens, I wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate the problem entirely. I know you might be in shock right now, but I think you’ll find that in time... I mean, I’ll make sure you never want for anything and no one–... no one will… Are you– Do you need help?...”

Whumpee struggled to their feet with shaky legs, wincing the entire time, breathing heavily, almost like a panic response. They never took their eyes off Whumper. It would have been perfect, except for the terrified and hurt and still slightly disbelieving expression that etched into their features. Whumper tried to go and help them up, but Whumpee practically lept backward, almost toppling over again in the process.

“The fuck?! No, stay away from me! This is– What is this? You’re actually kidnapping me?”

“No, no, Whumpee, look, you’re in shock,” Whumper rushed forward and grabbed them by the forearms to hold them steady. Whumpee tugged away violently, but still, Whumper held them fast. “I have a cabin out here, no one will find us, we’ll go there and we can patch you up and you can–”

“No, no! Let go of me Whumper, let me go, I don’t want to be kidnapped! Let me go, please, please I can’t– I can’t– please–... don’t–…”

Whumpee was getting hysterical, their breaths shallow and fast, their face so much whiter than normal and tears falling freely down their cheeks. This was all wrong. This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

Thankfully, Whumper was always prepared. As gently as possible, they wrenched Whumpee’s arm downward and Whumpee collapsed to their knees at Whumper’s feet. Whumper slipped the syringe out of their pocket. A pre-measured dose. Just for Whumpee.

“Whumpee, you’re hysterical. I’m going to put you to this’ll help you relax, almost like you’re asleep. You won’t be able to move, but know you’ll always be safe from now on. With me.”

Whumpee tried to tug away from Whumpers iron grip, breath hitching intensely as they unsuccessfully tried to back up, shaking their head and pleading, “No–, no no no–, I don't–, please don’t, just– let me go–  I don’t– stop, stop, stop stop no stop stopstopstopSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP PLEASE!!”

Then they plunged the needle into Whumpee’s arm, more forcefully than they meant to. Whumpee was starting to get on their nerves. They let out a strangled cry, still trying desperately to pull away, struggling with all their might. Until they couldn’t anymore. They swallowed, doing their damnedest to fight the drug overpowering their body, slowly shutting them down. All that did was work the poison around their body faster. Their actions slowly got weaker and weaker until they collapsed into Whumper’s arms, eyes slowely blinking and unfocused, barely seeing through the fog.

Whumper smiled down into Whumpee’s eyes, scooping them up into a bridal carry, their head lolling against their chest.

“See, isn’t that better? Let’s go home and get those injuries all fixed up for you. I’ll make sure you get settled in nice and snug. You’ll love it… I’m so glad we’re finally going through with this. I’d be lost without you, dear. And you’d be lost without me.”

[silent-king]

rewatched the new gormiti trailer and my boy in the middle is ready to spray a mfer

Stay away! He‘s armed!

[the-last-quest]

Sails didn’t consider himself to be too superstitious. He knew that charms and curses didn’t do anything. They were just stories that people made up to find confort, or to shun things they see as different.

Nevertheless, like many pirates he had good luck charms that were always on his person. They were a pair of earrings, a golden hoop and a coin. Well technically they weren’t earrings anymore Sails had broken off the studs, he wasn’t going to get his ears pierced again.

Sails didn’t actually believe that the two pieces of gold would bring him any luck, they hadn’t before so why would they now. Still he kept them tucked into his bandana, right where they would’ve sat before, because he wanted to.

He wanted to believe that they would protect him like he was told they would.

He wanted to believe her last words to him.

He wanted to believe that this time, with this crew, his luck could finally change.

[bigheartedbibliophile]

How Lucky by Will Leitch

Rating: ⭐⭐⭐⭐

Summary: 👨🏻‍🦽😂😲

Read: May 2021

I enjoyed this book! I love that the author really knows about the disease he’s writing about because of his personal experience. You know how when an author is writing about something they didn’t do any research on? Not with this story.

This is about realizing how lucky you are to be alive at any second and not taking anything for granted.

It’s also about using the skills you have to potentially solve a missing person’s case!

This story made me laugh so many different times, and I loved seeing the friendship between Dan and Travis

I also thought the plot itself was super cool and was not expecting the ending!

May 2021 Book of the Month

[productofaritual]

If I got a nickel for every attempted assassination of a politician this year, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but maybe the universe is giving me a sign to finish my assassin AUs-

[seredelgi]

Lowkey wish Rory had given Marty the shred of a chance, they were cute af

[romanticatheartt]

I think I know which blogger you're talking about I was about to tell you but I wasn't sure if they meant you or not and it's embarrassing because they're a big blogger in this fandom

Yeah I just realized lol

The fact that I was following them because their opinion is always on point and I had such respect for them but I guess they took offense nonetheless even tho I'd seen them having this exact argument some time ago. And maybe I'm wrong maybe they really see Azriel as this perfect character that did nothing wrong.

Either way, I didn't speak out of terms. My anger was toward people who call Mor a "wh*re" because they think she led Azriel on. You have no idea how many times I've seen this comment (and so much worse) being thrown at her and they're always either Azriel or Eris fans. 

My frustration was toward those who want Azriel and Rhysand to be enemies because they see Rhysand as this controlling person. I think they don't even know how weird that sounds because it seems Azriel is not his own person and can be controlled easily. They want Rhysand to be the bad guy in his story because they can't see he was right at stopping Azriel. They can't see Rhysand wanting Azriel's good, otherwise, he would've never stopped Az if he knew it wouldn't hurt him OR Elain, if he knew they'd be both happy. They want Rhysand who is Azriel's found family of 500 years be the bad guy in his story...

My annoyance was with people theorizing vile things about Gwyn which is not even close to canon. Again his fans want yet another person to be the villain in his story. So you see they want things to be revolved around him like these characters have some groveling to do. Like they did him wrong somehow.

If they're in any of these audiences? Then they better keep me blocked.

And if they can't see their fellow Azriel fans being called out then again it's better to stay this way.

And no it's not embarrassing. They're creating their own safe space, I wouldn't judge them since I always block out negativity as well.

I don't want to talk about this again. Don't want to get anyone else involved in this argument. I voiced my opinion and there was no disrespect on that post. I'm not anti-anyone in these books but I am anti-Azriel fans who act this way. If they have a problem with it, then they know better what to do in these situations for their peace of mind.

[crowbones-art]

Pokemon trainer Ezra! They specialze in Ghost types :) ... Don't think too much about their team, they're after those badges after all.

Stand alone under the cut!

[mintycurry]

Family drama before complicated love story? They better also highlight Simon and Sara's relationship, instead of just Wille and August's. Because I want all the parallels, I want to see how their relationship deteriorated, and I want to cry

[highwayphantoms]

happy dadwc Friday jay!! a prompt for youuuuu: ❛ don’t enter the city, it belongs to the dead now. ❜, perhaps with either your Tabris or Serafina?

hewwo here's some Tabris for youuuu

for @dadrunkwriting

Words: 397 Rating: T

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Denerim reeks of death. An acrid smog still hovers over the city, though to the best of her knowledge the fires have either been put out or have burned themselves out. Regardless, Tabris wants nothing more than to get out. The Archdemon is dead, Ferelden has both king and queen again; her job is done, and Denerim no longer feels like home.

She makes it as far as the ruined remnants of the city walls before anyone finds her. Or, rather, before she finds someone. Zevran leans against a partially intact chunk of the wall, watching her with eyes that certainly know more than she would prefer. She stops a few paces away, and he asks, “Leaving so soon?”

“Thinking about it,” Tabris replies. If not for the fact that Alistair would certainly send people looking for her if she left without telling him, she would already be long gone.

“Hm.” He pushes off the wall and says as he strides towards her, “Thinking about leaving Denerim, or leaving me?”

She scowls at him. “This is the first I’ve seen you since we brought down the Archdemon. That was three days ago, Zev.”

He responds with a minutely raised eyebrow. “You were injured. Are injured,” he says, with a pointed look at her right arm, still splinted and held against her chest by a makeshift sling. “And the Chantry needed help collecting the dead.”

Tabris shrugs and grumbles, “Why bother? This city, it might as well belong to the dead now.”

“What of your family?”

The unabashed concern in his tone grates at her. “They’re alive,” she says after a moment. What’s left of her family, anyway.

“Then there is life yet in Denerim,” he says with a wry smile. “I would like to meet them properly, at some point.”

She can already imagine the face her father will make upon learning that she’s gone and fallen for a Crow. It is not a reassuring thought. Still… “If we start walking now, we can be there in time for supper,” she muses aloud. “Maybe don’t tell them how we met, though.”

“No?” Zevran chuckles and as she turns back towards the city, he slings an arm around her shoulders. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“You’d ruin my reputation for being a heartless murderer,” she says, perfectly deadpan.

He laughs, and for a fleeting moment nothing else matters.

[ramblin-tiger]

Kinda funny, just finished the water 7 arc and Frank just joined the crew. 030

I wonder what she’s thinking about..

[pixiesnooze]

yeah personally i think not learning how to do your kids hair is a form of neglect

[goblins-riddles-or-frocks]

forever obsessed with dynamics between vampires, specifically that of a maker and fledgling, as a way to explore abuse. the creation of a vampire itself can so easily be a literalization of the lasting impacts of trauma and also much more simply the ways a perpetrator might shape their victim’s very identity. the extremes of isolation in the way that the new vampire, in most narratives, must cut all ties to their mortal life, or else go through an elaborate charade to maintain the facade of humanity, while forever still being removed from it. and the sheer dependence and vulnerability of being in an entirely new state of being, wholly uncertain of what it entails, and relying on another person to define… everything.

[nuravity]

@iamgroundzero @ignitionxbomb

Forgot to post here 😅

A kacchako redraw ~

[oraclememehacker]

Continued from here cause I think I busted tumblr lol 

“Usually during a gaming session I eat chips or something sweet. Why do you ask...?” Was this gonna be another patented Kotone inspirational rant or something? Cause that’s where it felt like it was going.

@orphemiss​