#tw ambush

[serickswrites]

It's meeeee, I am baaaaaaack!

And I have a request :D

Whumpee relaxing at home when some home invaders broke in, tied and gagged them, and threatened them to give up something valuable (an important item, money, whatever). Whumpee refuses them, to which they get tortured.

Then. Caretaker comes in to the scene, and gets grabbed too despite Whumpee's attempted warnings to run.

I look forward to seeing more of your writing :D

-- @whumperofworlds

Hello, my friend, @whumperofworlds! Sorry it took me ages to answer this. This is a series and is fully plotted for 5 parts, including this one. It will be published under the title 'The Strangers'.

Warnings: ambush, physical violence, head injury, restraints, gag, threat of torture, knife

Whumpee was exhausted. They wanted nothing more than to take a shower, crawl into bed, and sleep for a week. It had been a long work week and they were completely spent.

They dropped their keys as they went to open the door, groaning as they bent over to retrieve the fallen keys. Maybe they would have to soak in the tub instead of showering. A long soak with epsom salts, candles, and maybe even a drink. That sounded like the perfect way to start their evening.

"Fuck," they muttered as they remembered they had promised to host Caretaker for dinner later in the evening. They would have to text Caretaker to see if they could reschedule.

Whumpee shouldered open the door, pulling their phone out to text Caretaker. They slammed the door shut behind them. "Finally," a strange voice came from close to Whumpee's elbow. Whumpe froze. "You took a stupid amount of time to open the door, you know."

Whumpee turned slowly to see two masked strangers standing in the doorway to their kitchen. One cocked their head as they watched Whumpee while the other took a step towards Whumpee. Home invaders. Whumpee was being robbed. "What do you want?"

"Unlock your safe," the first stranger ordered, continuing to walk forward.

"No!" Whumpee said quickly. There wasn't much of value in the safe. More sentimental value than anything. But they didn't want the home invaders to take the contents either.

"Have it your way, then," the other stranger sneered and quickly grabbed Whumpee.

"Let me go!" Whumpee said as they pulled back and tried to get away.

"Knock it off!" The stranger said as they punched Whumpee in the cheek.

Whumpee stumbled and would have fallen if the stranger hadn't kept a grip on their arm. Their head swam as the other stranger came forward and took their other arm. The two of them dragged Whumpee to the kitchen. "This could have been avoided," the first stranger said as they dropped Whumpee's arm.

The second stranger threw Whumpee forward and Whumpee fell to their knees. They were unable to keep upright as the stranger kicked them in the back hard. They hissed with pain as they dropped. "Please, you can have anything else. Please. Just leave that."

The second stranger put a knee to Whumpee's spine and leaned their body weight on Whumpee as they grabbed Whumpee's wrists. Whumpee gasped with pain and struggled to breathe as the weight became heavier and heavier. "You don't have anything of value anywhere else. It's all in there. Open it and we won't have to hurt you."

Whumpee's heart was in their throat as they felt thick metal cuffs close around their wrists. They had to get out of here. "HELP!" They roared. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!" They screamed, hoping their neighbors heard them.

The first stranger knelt in front of Whumpee, grabbing Whumpee by the throat. "None of that. If you call for help, I will have Whumper Two here tie you to that chair and gag you. Then you're really in for a world of pain."

"Ooooo, pick that option. Please. That one sounds fun."

Whumpee glared at the first stranger. "Take anything you want. Everything. I won't tell anyone."

The first stranger cocked their head as they considered. "You know what I want, why won't you give it to me? Maybe I will have to hurt you anyway."

Whumpee had to get help now. They were going to hurt Whumpee no matter what. "HELP! HELP! HELP ME!"

Whumper Two cackled loudly as they punched Whumpee in the ribs. Whumpee doubled over, all the breath leaving their lungs as Whumper Two jumped on top of them. "Whumper One did warn you! And now I get my fun!" Whumper Two said gleefully as they continued to pummel Whumpee.

Whumper One glared at Whumpee as they shoved a rag in Whumpee's mouth. "I did warn you. Now I'm going to let them do whatever they want to you unless you tell me what I want."

Whumpee tried to speak around the rag, but couldn't. They growled their frustration. "What's that? Cat got your tongue? My turn!" Whumper Two said as they dragged Whumpee to the chair. They quickly tied Whumpee to the chair and pulled a long, sharp knife from their belt. "This is going to be so much fun."

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anytime I think about Wyll's back scars I go a little crazy

[cosmiccookiekid]

tw: loud audio

Rush is definitely the reason babies cry on airplanes

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My Hero Academia AU: What Happened on Friday

An Ambush Simulation comic.

Fair warning, this is not one of my usual lighthearted ones. If you’ve read the fic, you’ll know the scene, but if you haven’t, be warned there is brief domestic violence and some blood. Nothing more serious than what's already in My Hero's canon.

Read right-to-left.

Ah, yes. The inciting moment for The Summer Camp Ambush Simulation.

Addressing the reason why things escalated so quickly, since the answer is not really given in the accompanying fic either, we need to look at Endeavor’s point of view. He’s invested twenty-three years into his goal of trying to complete his perfect successor. He has almost succeeded with Shouto, except the events of Hosu City nearly jeopardized that beyond repair. Shouto is his last chance. He can’t have another kid, it’s unlikely he can train a grandchild to succeed him. (You can’t tell me he didn’t consider that.) Shouto being charged with vigilantism and having that black mark could have ruined everything he’s worked so hard for.

And now Touya, his past failure and current problem child who has been charged repeatedly with vigilantism, is stepping between him and Shouto and mouthing off. He’s interfering, just like his mother did.

Old 'habits' die hard.

...

I thought about cutting the comic short with the brothers heading to the bathroom, but I thought it was important to also include Touya's toxic behavior. Yeah, he has PTSD, abandonment trauma, and who knows what else, but acting like this isn't healthy either.

In Chapter 2, Touya fixates on the fact that Endeavor hit him. He barely pays attention to the fact Shouto was there.

In Chapter 3, Shouto is the one whose pov provides the whole picture. He was being scolded and then Touya stood up for him. Touya has never stood up for him, nor does he really understand why he did it. During the confrontation, Endeavor hits Touya. Endeavor has never done that before. Two of Shouto's 'normals' got overturned in the span of two minutes. He's confused, but he still tries to do the right thing by his hostile sibling.

And rather than accept his help, Touya lashes out at him again once the shock wears off. As he is in canon, he is still spiteful, self-destructive, and a bit self-pitying and returning home after the coma in this AU did little to change that because the core issue is Endeavor being a bad parent.

...

And if there's any confusion as to why Shouto sees Rei briefly after Touya is knocked to the floor, this is a bit of dialogue from the fic it's from:

"I spent my entire childhood listening to my mother crying because you hurt her over and over.  I refuse to live through that again with my brother."

...

Fun fact: I did not draw these pages in order.

Through the whole bathroom scene, all I could think was, "Shouto...baby...gloves."

...

Further comics for this AU, click here.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Living Weapon Whumpee part 31

Warnings: forced living weapon/fighter, ambushed, a traitor in the midst, karma/revenge dealt, bleeding out, severed spinal cord

"I wonder why," Whumpee laughed bitterly. "But... I believe you. I can tell you're not lying." His eyes were dark and cruel. "...So I don't need you alive anymore."

Reed's eyes widened with terror. "Wait! D-Don't kill me, okay? We were on the same team! Even though I'm a traitor, don't you at least feel some attachment to your fellow soldier?" He sputtered, grasping for shreds of reason. As though that would spare him from Whumpee's wrath.

Whumpee shrugged impassively. "Not really," he answered simply. "But if you're so desperate for me not to kill you... I have a single question. It sounds like you would rather have any punishment over death, right?"

Reed's eyes flickered with hope, frantic for a lifeline. "Yes!" he immediately blurted. "Anything!"

Whumpee grinned viciously, teeth bared, and flipped Reed over onto his stomach before pinning him down again.

"W-What are you doing?!" Reed stammered.

"...'Anything', like you said," he answered coldly. Then he dug his serrated blade into Reed's back right above his shoulder blades, making him shriek in agony. Whumpee shoved the sharp blade in between two vertebrae, severing the spinal cord and instantly paralyzing him from the neck down.

Reed went limp beneath him, gasping raggedly, and he casually grabbed one of his wrists now that he couldn't move anymore.

"Wait... what are..." Reed's croaking voice turned into a sharp inhale as Whumpee careful slit his skin with the tip of his blade, intentionally nicking the wrist artery in a short spray of blood -- not completely severing it.

"Apologies, but I'm an eye-for-an-eye kind of person," Whumpee rumbled darkly. "You killed some of this team. So death is the only fitting punishment."

"N-No..." Reed choked out, watching with his eyes as Whumpee set his limp arm back down, angling his wrist so it was perfectly visible to him, blood rhythmically pulsing out of it with every terrified heartbeat. He was going to be forced to watch himself bleed out all over the floor, paralyzed and unable to tie a tourniquet around the injury. Whumpee had made this punishment intentional and calculated, only nicking the artery to slow the death down a little, draw it out as long as possible.

(Before anyone notes it, yes, I know my injuries, and I KNOW that someone who is paralyzed from neck down usually can't even breathe on their own, let alone speak -- but that's no fun, is it? So I bent the medical rules a little for Reed because I knew it would make the perfect death scene, so just roll with it guys LOL 😂)

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Been rotating this scene in my head for a while now. Tfw the girl who just died right next to you and whose blood you are drenched in is standing upright. Looking at you. Walking toward you.

[emblazons]

"There is nothing I'd like more."

Glawen & Astarion + bloody boyfriendism bashful Astarion • Baldur's Gate III

[ask-eyefestation-archived]

*As you're chilling besides a glass, something at insane velocity passes in the room, cracking the glass. It looked like Pandemonium and Ambush sitting in a locker?*

"Oh my f*cking God, their first date."

[idk-im-just-here-now]

Leo and no. 23?

I'm really praying I read the right number lol

WARNING FOR BLOOD, INJURY, VIOLENCE!

“Leo, what are you doing?”

The crackle of the communicator on Leo’s wrist buzzed unbelievably loudly in the quiet of the building, and the slider had half a mind to shut it off before someone heard him. Trying to get a hold of this stupid artifact was difficult, and Raph snapping at him every moment through the communicator made trying to be stealthy pretty hard.

“Relax, I got this!” Leo answered, making a familiar gesture with his hand as he moved through the dark. “I’ll be in and out, no problem!”

He scooted down another hallway when he felt the corner under his hand. This place was fairly straightforward - it wouldn’t be long before he got there.

“Leo, you need to start moving faster if you’re doing this.” Donnie’s voice crackled to life over the comm. “There’s-”

“Can it, I got this!”

Leo clicked the communicator off. That would get him in quite a bit of shit later, but for now he needed to move carefully so he didn’t trigger any traps.

The wall texture changed, and Leo squinted, trying to get any of his vision working. Another few step’s, and he’d be there.

Leo let out a small sigh of relief-

Sharp pain jabbed through his heel, and he didn’t have time to spin around or draw his sword or do anything before something slammed into his back and forced him to the ground.

Leo yelped and rolled away, the sound of tearing fabric reaching his ears as he moved. His attacker dropped silently to the floor as he twisted away. His hand reached for the odachi on his back-

His hand closed around empty air.

Leo’s eyes widened, but had no time to get any kind of joke or banter in before another sharp pang sliced cleanly through his arm.

The attacker grabbed him, fingers digging into the open wound, and Leo shrieked as he was dragged up by the hand. He could feel skin and scales tearing as he was lifted back to his feet.

Another sharp stab hit his face, much too close to his eye for his liking.

A split second decision had the attacker’s arm in his mouth, and he bit down hard. The taste of metal seeped between his teeth, but the stranger made no sound, instead cutting his arm again.

He clenched his jaw, the bite digging in past skin and into muscle. Whoever this was was not going to have a good trip to the ER, or at least he hoped they didn’t.

They let go of the cut on his arm, the warm trickle oozing down his hand, but Leo was grabbed again, this time by the front of his plastron.

He kicked out, his foot hitting something that might have been their face, something else that maybe was their hip. The slider reached for his odachi again, but remembered it was gone a split second too late when his hands closed around air again.

A hand bashed his harm backward, jerking it much further back that it was supposed to go. With a hiss, Leo tried to snap at them again, but his teeth closed around empty air as well.

The hand holding his plastron raised him up, and Leo struggled. He was not going down to some jerk he couldn’t even see. The slider kept kicking, definitely hitting something, but receiving no confirmation that his attacks were doing anything to this creep.

The grip on his plastron tightened, and he started moving.

Leo realized a second too late what was happening.

He was thrown into the wall’s corner, way too forcefully for this to be any normal human. He felt his shell crack, the previously unbroken scutes breaking where he’d made contact with the corner.

Searing, white hot agony ripped through his back, and Leo screamed, the sound tearing his throat raw.

The attacker picked him up again and threw him against the corner again. More fractures danced across his shell, and the slider’s scream could have broken glass. Had it?

Leo thought he heard something shatter, but the world hurt too much for him to pay attention, his arm burned, the nerves felt life they were freezing and searing all at once, everything was chaos, why didn’t anything make sense-

A flash of red illuminated the corridor, and a large hand rushed past him, hitting the hidden attacker without mercy.

Even then, Leo’s world was swimming, his head hurt, why did everything-

He screamed again as pain flared through the cracks, even with the cold dripping through every part of him, and his mind started to drift. Nothing made sense except the bright flare of pain.

Leo slammed his eyes shut, and he slipped into unconsciousness.

[queeniethevampire]

((Halloween practice (open rp, mild arachnophobia potential warning))

Queenie glanced at someone outside her castle. “Hey. You. Wanna practice something before Halloween. Can ya help. And…. How are you with spider like objects?”

[remitiras]

Will we ever be able to just exist online without facing antisemitism at every mention of our culture?

(vent under the break)

There was a shitpost I commented on on Pinterest about salad being related to the Illuminati, I just corrected them that the star of David (called it a hexagram) is a different shape than the devil star.

And maybe there was part of the discussion that got deleted but suddenly I get a bunch of antisemitic and political comments and like dude tf I didn't even call it a Star of David??? I called it a hexagram for the exact purpose of not bringing Judaism into the discussion because it was unrelated??? Also why does every time something Jewish is mentioned people bring up i/p like it's not relevant to every single Jewish discussion??? Stop???

[licht-hex]

Stuff from an AU me and @aesthetiqchaii are working on that I made but didn’t post here, so now here it is

The first image is an illustration I did of an OC of mine named Samuel, the second is of an idea for a hallway layout that exists in the AU as a safe refuge that can only be accessed through a brush with death (“The Light and the Tunnel”), and the third is of a redesign I did of Ambush for the AU (they are now a weird fungal dog-horse-person thing)

Enjoy ^^

[artharakka]

–"And you think you'll need ten people against me? Seriously. What sort of a coward are you?”

–"Oh, not at all. They’re just for show. I challenge you to a duel."

–"A duel. Sure. Here?"

–"Here."

– "What do I get if I win?"

–"I'll tell you where Kelian is."

–"Hard to tell me that if you're dead."

–"Then maybe don't kill me."

[shes-some-other-where]

June of Doom Day 3, 10, 18, 19

Ambushed | Smoke | Self-defence | “This can’t be happening!”

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Contains: angst, very brief mention of corporal punishment, ambush, arrest, restraints, corrupt guards, fantasy chloroform, knocked out

WC: 940

Burnt sugar and rotting flesh

The stars were coldly curious, just barely visible now that the sun was almost set. The food taster walked the streets with purpose, toward the palace, toward its high walls and iron gates. His feet ached from the countless steps he’d taken that day as he scoured the city for any word of the girl. His bones creaked with fatigue, his head ached with confusion, his throat pinched with thirst, his chest burned with frustration.

How could no one know who she was?

Guilt, too, prickled at his conscience. He shouldn’t have slipped away in secret. Really, he shouldn’t have even considered leaving without permission. After all, he was sworn to bend to his employer’s whims and well-being, no matter how friendly their bond. Worse, sneaking away before dinner meant he was shirking his duties outright. If word of his disobedience reached the governor? Unquestionably, there would be some measure of punishment awaiting him once they returned to the north.

Whatever that turned out to be—withheld wages, a stern warning, a lash or two with a switch—mattered little. Tonight, it was all insignificant.

He promised himself: another hour of searching, and if his efforts still turned up nothing, he would give up.

When he approached the royal palace’s south gate, his steps faltered.

The air . . .

It was different here.

It didn’t reek, exactly, but it was . . . unwelcoming. Magic lay thick and impassable over the iron bars, spikes, and locks—a curse dense enough that the area even appeared unguarded.

Don’t even try, the spell warned.

Ignoring the acrid tang of hostility on his tongue, the food tester pressed his hands to the lock.

The spell holding it together snapped.

He stepped back, mystified but undeniably pleased that it had worked. Palms slick with perspiration, he slid the mechanisms apart, piece by piece.

“Oi! You!”

Perhaps the area was not as undefended as he thought.

The food taster cursed under his breath, jolting away from the broken lock as harsh voices rang through the air.

“Yes . . . ?” he asked, trying to exude an air of bewilderment as a line of soldiers advanced toward him.

Too late, he realized they were shouting his name.

How did they know his name?

Much too late, he considered that his friend’s dire predictions might actually come true.

“Breaking in, were you?” asked the leader. “Caught you red-handed.”

Had they been looking for him? Waiting for him?

“How . . . how do you know me?” he stammered.

His earlier confidence that he might successfully defend himself was downright laughable. Two guards seized his arms, too strong for him to shake off, while the leader rifled through his pockets.

“Hey! Get—get off!”

The leader paid him no heed; he merely smiled in triumph, displaying the girl’s gold charm with a flourish. “Well. I was told I’d catch a thief tonight. Looks like I did.”

“I’m not a thief,” the food taster protested. “I wanted to return it!”

His objections went ignored.

“You’re under arrest,” the leader said, locking a pair of manacles over the food taster’s wrists.

“You can’t arrest me!” he yelped. “I haven’t done anything!”

The guards looked pointedly at the gate’s broken lock.

“Get moving,” said the leader, pushing him forward. A malicious sort of amusement coloured his tone. “Tell it to the . . . courts.”

“But I—”

Someone shoved him again, rattling the chain, and the food taster stumbled, falling silent in defeat.

They hauled him into a dimly lit office, demanding a full confession. The room boasted dusty, windowless walls and cold grey flagstone for a floor. It stank of old magic and suffering.

With his heart in his throat, the food taster repeatedly defended his innocence. More than once, with irritation unchecked and running rampant, a guard slammed his chained hands back to the table or clipped him hard on the ear.

To his great alarm, his explanation of “I wanted to find her and give it back to her; also, I think she might be in grave danger,” appeared to hold very little sway.

“Oh, save it,” said the leader impatiently, “and shut up.” To the other guards, he said coolly, “I’ll handle the rest of this. Leave us.”

Dread washed through the room when the other guards vanished, although the food taster couldn’t have said why.

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” he insisted.

“Honestly? I don’t care.”

The food taster’s mouth dropped open as the guard lifted the statement he had just finished painstakingly recording, holding it tauntingly against a torch set into the wall.

The paper flared into smoke and flame.

“What are you doing?” the food taster cried, struck with horror.

“Well, you see . . .” The guard dropped the charred remains of the parchment to the floor. “Someone wants a word with you. In private.” He lowered his voice. “No trail left behind.”

A sickening scent met his senses in a violent assault: a heavy, cloying smell, like burnt sugar and rotting flesh.

Poison.

Not just any poison. He cursed his too-deep knowledge of the subject, for he knew right away what this poison was for. He knew when that soaked cloth clamped over his nose and his mouth, the pungent chemical would cut off his air and overwhelm his senses, muddying his thoughts and sending him straight into the depths of oblivion.

This can’t be happening.

“No! Don’t—”

The last thing he felt was the guard’s free hand holding him down to quell his struggles.

The last thing he heard was his own panicked, muffled breaths.

The last thing he saw was shackled hands growing slack, and the yellow candlelight fading to impenetrable, unforgiving darkness.

June of Doom Masterlist

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All my writing is original. Feel welcome to interact/comment/reblog. Pls don’t steal or repost.

[whereserpentswalk]

Some people sat the grim reaper is cruel, others say he is kind, he is neither actually. The grim reaper is basically a creature, he may be intelligent but he has the mind of an ambush predator. If he's nice to the people he's taking its basically the equivalent of an orca playing with its food, same goes for if he chases you or plays chess with you or something. He doesn't think about things like good and evil, he just finds reaping souls fun and it nourishes him. Sometimes he'll chase someone and then let them go for fun. Some people are spared by him simply so that he can hunt more people later. He's not good or evil, he's part of nature, just a part of nature that hurts humans.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Living Weapon Whumpee part 29

Warnings: forced living weapon/fighter, ambush, death, traitor, bleeding out

"IT'S A TRAP!" He roared in warning, and pure chaos exploded. Several armed soldiers came bursting into the room, all wearing enemy colors. Whumpee's blood went ice-cold at the sight.

"TAKE COVER!" Jake shouted, and the whole team scrambled to hide as Leader's men opened fire.

Three of them weren't fast enough, and caught bullets in vital places, fatal. Leaving only Jake, Reed, Max, and Whumpee alive to shelter behind a thick metal cabinet that was being peppered by lead.

"Max, cover me! I'm going for surprise! Reed, Whumpee, you're with me!" Jake immediately took charge of the situation, barking orders as he exploded from cover and launched at the nearest soldier.

Whumpee was right on his heels, instantly calculating the enemy numbers and throwing himself at a group of three while Reed took on a different one. There were six soldiers in total, but Jake's attack had surprised them like intended, and they were slow to react. A fatal mistake.

Max sprung up and braced his gun on the top of the metal cabinet, providing cover fire and taking out two enemy soldiers on the spot.

Whumpee was quick to dispatch the three he'd chosen, snapping necks and crushing skulls into walls until all were dead before whipping around to see if his teammates needed help.

"Whumpee!" Max cried, and Whumpee's attention snapped over to him, where he was awkwardly dragging a semi-conscious Jake back behind the cabinet and into cover. "Jake's down!"

Whumpee glanced over to check on Reed's status, spotting him taking the gun from a dead enemy -- he was fine. So he ran around the cabinet to where Max was sitting on the ground, Jake's head in his lap.

Jake groaned weakly, head rolling limply to the side and blood trickling from his hairline.

"He hit his skull hard," Max said quickly, "might have fractured it. What do I do?!" His voice was laced with panic.

Whumpee reached out to check the extent of the injury, but froze stiff at the sound of a quiet click right behind him, metal pressing lightly into the back of his head.

"...You can surrender, and I'll get him medical help," a flat voice said.

Max's eyes went huge, staring over Whumpee's shoulder to whoever was behind him. "R-Reed?" He squeaked. "W-What are you doing?"

OH, Whumpee suddenly realized, pieces clicking together. THAT'S why Reed had picked a fight with him at such an odd time. It was to distract him, since he was the most highly alert member of the team... which meant that Reed was a bloody traitor.

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