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loony-whumptoons · 4 days

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Cw: victim blaming, verbal abuse, survivor's guilt, hallucinations, implied/referenced body gore, mention of bleeding. Overall Hor is not having a good time.

@whumpril prompts 17 and 26 "hallucinations" and "How could you?"

This is set a little later on in the series. But I don't think I'll be writing it in chronological order. The Masterlist will be though!

Hor had grown familiar with the colour red. He never thought a person could bleed so much and still be alive. It was red everywhere he looked. If he closed his eyes would he see red? Would his blood continue to flow when he's gone to sleep?

He was just so tired. He wanted to close his eyes just for a little bit.

He shifted a little, trying to find a comfortable position so he could rest for a little, but that never seemed to work for him. Hor laid on his side, closed his eyes and waited for his mind to numb the pain.

"Hor."

Hor's body jerked a little; he opened his eyes staring into the darkness of the room.

"Hor." The voice called again. Gods it sounded so familiar. He hadn't heard it in so long he almost forgot what it sounded like.

His lips quivered, and tears welled up into his exhausted eyes as they found the source of the voice calling out his name.

"Mama?" He called out desperately. She looked exactly as he remembered. Light brown hair, pale rosy skin and brown eyes. Eyes that seemed to be filled with disappointment, grief and dare he say it…. blame.

"How could you, Hor?" His mother's eyes stared at him with such anguish and anger he couldn't look at her for too long.

But he had missed her so much. He wished his arms weren't bound and his legs weren't weeping with blood and pain so he could wrap his arms around his mother and cry into her chest.

But he couldn't move even if he wanted to, it was a miracle he was even awake in the first place.

"How could you be so careless?" She asked him, her hands travelling to his hair. She took a strand between her fingers, her thumb running over it.

It would've been so soft if he could take care of it.

"I spent my entire life trying to prevent this from happening, and you just threw it all away in a single day." His mother frowned. "Why would you do that, Hor?"

Hor's throat had gone dry. He didn't mean to disrespect his mother's efforts. It had been an honest mistake. A slip-up. An unintentional action that ended up with him bound to a man's will.

"I'm sorry." He shuddered, his voice quivering. "I didn't- didn't…. Mama I don't know what to do."

Tuya stood up, walked away from him, her brown hair swaying in behind her back.

"Maybe you deserve this, Hor." She turned back to him. "It was all your fault you know? That day. If it weren't for this-" she gestured to his head in disgust. "Maybe your father and I would've been alive."

"No, no you said-"

"For Iset's sake, Hor. Did you really think any mother would tell her child that he killed his own father? Even if her child is a monster, no mother would ever do that." She crouched down to meet his tear filled eyes, irritated from lack of sleep.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and raised his shoulders to his ears, trying to block out his mother's words.

"Come on, Hor. Who's the monster here, between you and me?" She taunted, whispering in his ear, her hand caressing his hair gently.

Hor shook his head, refusing to look at his mother's eyes.

"You took my life away." She continued. "You made it so difficult, so damn hard. You honestly think I cared about you? If people had known, don't you think they would have thought we sold your soul to Set. What do you think would've happened to us?" She pushed his head away from her.

"Not that it matters. We're dead anyway because of you. Osir never welcomed someone so warmly as he welcomed us! All. Because. Of. You." She gripped his face tightly, her nails digging into his head.

Hor's eyes closed tightly as he apologised. "I'm s-sorry."

"What? Say it again."

"I'm sorry!"

"Again!"

"Sorry! Sorry!"

"Louder!"

"I'm SORRY. I'M SO SORRY." He screamed, over and over again, until it was all incoherent gibberish, but he kept apologising, even when his throat started to feel like it's getting torn, even when he couldn't breathe, even when the tears fell out of his eyes so much, they started to burn.

"Hey! Keep it down!" The door was slammed open, Ka appearing with fury etched on his face. His blonde hair uncovered, with dark bags under his eyes.

Hor didn't seem to be able to hear him, since he just continued sobbing.

"Did you not hear me? I said-" He slapped him across his face. "Keep it down."

Hor looked at him in shock, his mom was supposed to be standing in his place.

He sniffled, then pulled his knees to his chest. "I-I'm sorry." He croaked, his voice sounding rough.

"Yes, we've established that." Ka muttered, then sat down beside Hor. "So, have you finally gone insane?" Ka asked nonchalantly.

Hor stayed silent, staring blankly at the wall.

"Of course. Well, since I'm already awake, what do you think I should do? Don't you think you deserve a little punishment for waking me up in the middle of the night?"

Ka patted his head condescendingly.

"Do whatever you want." Hor sniffled, sounding defeated and run-through, he hid his face behind his knees, bracing himself for more blood and pain.

Ka's face split into a huge smile. "That's what I like to hear."

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Tagging: @sapphirechao , @untetheredsymphony

Whump community, I did it! I wrote something for whumpril... very late I admit, but I did it!

Please let me know if you'd like to be added to/removed from the taglist and don't forget to tell me what you think!

#whump #whump writing #religious whumpee #historical whump #whumpee #whumper #of gods and men #hor the redheaded craftsman #ka the blond haired soldier #whump community #thanks to everyone who gave me tips #im sorry i didn’t deliver as much as i wanted to #i was so excited #but then college happened #whumpril2024

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raurquiz · 28 days

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#remembering #GraceLeeWhitney #actress #singer #JaniceRand #startrek #themotionpicture #thesearchforspock #thevoyagehome #theundiscoveredcountry #voyager #newvoyages #ofgodsandmen #cannon #harttohart #deathvalleydays #mannix #batman #TheKidwiththe200IQ #DiagnosisMurder #startrek57

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asoiafreadthru · 4 months

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A Game of Thrones, Eddard II

“I dishonored myself and I dishonored Catelyn, in the sight of gods and men.”

“Gods have mercy, you scarcely knew Catelyn.”

“I had taken her to wife. She was carrying my child.”

“You are too hard on yourself, Ned. You always were. Damn it, no woman wants Baelor the Blessed in her bed.”

He slapped a hand on his knee. “Well, I’ll not press you if you feel so strong about it, though I swear, at times you’re so prickly you ought to take the hedgehog as your sigil.”

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panda-writes-kpop · 1 year

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Of Gods And Men ~ Itzy Goddess! AU

<- Back to Main Masterlist

<- Back To Itzy Masterlist

"The greatest Greek heroes are still celebrated to this day... where will you end up after the goddesses are done with you?"

♤ Yeji ♤

♡ Lia ♡

◇ Ryujin ◇

♧ Chaeryeong ♧

☆ Yuna ☆

#itzy masterlist #itzy au #of gods and men

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plottingalong · 3 months

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ao3 is down for maintenance I believe but my fanfic, of gods and men, is very nearly at 3,000 kudos. this is incredible to me. I've published work across many platforms, both fanfic and original. I was on wattpad (actually the very first chapter of of gods and men was published there), I've been published in literary journals, I have two chapbooks out (I'll never tell, sorry. I want to keep the two as seperate as possible). but there's no doubt that my most widely read fanfic is a percy jackson immortality fic written mostly during quarantine. considering how traditional publishing works, and the amount of copies traditionally sell, there's a fair chance that even if I ever have a book published, of gods and men will still have been read by more people. and let me just say. it's been real. it's pretty wild. thank you for commenting about how you're crying at three AM and that I'm your arch nemesis now. sorry for all the pain (no I'm not). maybe I'll bake my runaway fanfic a cake this weekend.

#I don't actually think most people on here follow me bc of the fic #but in case someone on here has read it #thanks!#percy jackson #ao3 #of gods and men

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jeweledstone · 1 year

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A fan art thingy for one of @junkmixart ‘s SlasherU ocs that I’ve been meaning to do for a while

Plus a silly thing featuring them and a slasher-ish oc of mine :)

#not my oc #oc #ocs #slasher oc #of gods and men #richie mortison #my art #art for people i like #blood tw #‘body horror’#‘gore’ tw

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thefailurecult · 1 year

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#of gods and men #laurent theureau

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crows-home · 10 months

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part of my nimona viewing experience. idk why but i got super emotional in the first five minutes.

ID by @peachygos

[ID: A comic juxtaposing screenshots from Nimona 2023 and drawings of a person watching the movie. The first screenshot is Ambrosius's introduction; he grins at the camera as the news anchors introduce him, his name in big print on the screen. The person watching thinks with a bored expression, "Ah. Ok. This guy is gonna be the jackass. Typical golden-boy stuck-up prince that thinks he's better than the underdog. I see where this is going.

The next screenshot is of Ambrosius and Ballister on the platform above the arena, Ambrosius doing his news anchor bit and saying, "Aaand will Ballister be broody on the biggest day of his life?" Ballister laughs at his antics. The person watching now has a small smile, as they think, "Huh! Aw, they're actually nice to each other and are friends! I wasn't expecting that, that's nice-"

The third and final screenshot is a shot from behind of Ballister leaning his head on Ambrosius's shoulder. The caption reads "the knighting ceremony is just moments away." The person watching now has a touched, soft expression, like they're holding back tears. They think "OH." as a partially transparent doodle behind them bends over crying and blubbering, with another doodle showing their heart shot through with an arrow. /end ID]

#nimona #nimona movie #my art #i dont know WHY the relationship between these two made me so happy. genuinely. but i was tearing up when they held hands #idk man. just- the feeling of 'ah. friendship between these two men like always. i see-' and then #'OH. oh god theyre in love. that so sweet. i wasnt expecting that what the fuck.'#im not an outwardly emotional person

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loony-whumptoons · 1 month

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A Drop of Blood

CW: Religious whump, blunt force to the head, creepy/intimate whumper, brief mention of eye gore nothing explicit, nothing happens, emotional abuse, racial(?) slur, brief dehumanisation, unrecommended use of a war weapon.

Hor woke up, rolled onto his back and stared up into the ceiling. Maybe it was time to assess some damage.

He struggled a bit to sit back up, wringing his wrists side to side, trying to see if he could get the copper cuffs to give in a little bit.

There had to be some way for him to access his limbs.

He glanced down at his feet, he could already guess what that looked like before he actually saw.

He bent his leg towards him, careful not to drag his foot anywhere on the tiled floor before he rested it tenderly on his lap.

Blistering skin, bloody toes and by the Gods so man cuts. Strangely enough, he couldn't feel it, just a dull throb that served as a reminder that it was there.

His wrists' twisting hadn't done him any good, except Maybe just adding one more layer of pain. He let out a shuddering breath holding back the tears that threatened to escape his eyes.

What had his life come to? Just when things were finally looking up for him.

"Gave us quite the scare yesterday, boy."

Hor yelped in surprise, hitting his already aching head against the wall.

A rough, and dreadfuly familiar voice broke Hor out of his train of thoughts.

He hadn't realised he wasn't alone.

The Medjay looked at him with unimpressed eyes. Travelling up and down, assessing every inch of him. From his hair, which now tickled the earrings hung from his ears, to his feet, still bleeding, still throbbing.

Hor wished he could wear something other than the loincloth that barely covered his lower thigh, a little bit above the knees. Wished he could cover his hair.

"Oh I'm sorry, I suppose I shouldn't faint when I haven't eaten in days! I don't even know how long it's been!" Hor nearly shrieked.

The Medjay's tongue clicked, the white streak in his otherwise black hair fell over his eye. "I don't appreciate your attitude."

Hor wouldn't lie, he was scared shitless, but he didn't have to show it. "Well I don't appreciate being tied up! Why am I here anyway? I haven't done anything wrong in my entire life! Please there's a misunderstanding-"

"You were arrested for being a Seti-"

"I'm not! I-" Hor was cut off by a sharp smack to his cheek that whipped his face to the side. He swore he heard his neck crack from the force.

"Don't interrupt me." His voice sent a chill down Hor's spine.

"I'm not a Seti." He repeated, softer this time with a hint of desperation, staring directly into the golden eyes that held such disdain for him. Hor didn't even know who this man is, how could he hold such contempt toward someone he doesn't even know?

His words earned him another slap.

"He-" and another one.

"Are you ready to shut up?" The Medjay asked calmly.

"How about you go to-" this time his hair was yanked roughly, his spine bent in half as his head was pushed down to his own lap. Hor gasped at the pain, shuddering and flinching at the mouth that breathed against his ear.

"Listen to me, you little shit, and listen to me well. I will take this evil touch out of you if it's the last thing I do. I hope you've prayed to your God as much as possible because not even He will be able to save you now." He yanked Hor's head around. "I won't stop until you're either purified, or Anbu decides to open the trial gates for you. Either way, you'd better have a good relationship with the Gods once I'm done with you." The Medjay soldier yanked Hor back to a sitting position, slamming his head into the wall for good measure.

"Eat, don't waste it, and don't even think about trying to escape." He got up, his tunic swaying a little as he walked away.

"I'm still tied up!" Hor called after him.

"So?"

"How am I supposed to eat without my hands? You didn't even put any spoon-"

"Figure it out, Seti." The Medjay shrugged his shoulders and walked away nonchalantly.

The door slammed shut and Hor was left alone in this strange place for the second time.

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Having his hands tied behind his back had to be the worst experience Hor had in his life. He was an artist, obsessed with and devoted to his work. He used his hands for everything. They were his tools before the paintbrush or the chisel ever were.

Hor stated in disdain at the door, mocking him, probably locked, even though he wouldn't be able to open it anyway. He needed to get out of here.

When will Medjay come back? Will any of the other soldiers? What is Hor supposed to do here anyway?

He spent some ten minutes trying to wring his wrists free, but by the Gods they were tied up so tightly it wasn't even funny at this point.

He could feel his blood circulation being cut off there.

The door slammed open, startling Hor.

A pale hand greeted his line of sight before a familiar face popped in, grinning from ear to ear, mocking, condescending, terrifying.

Hor pursed his lips, his eyes watching Ka as he pranced around in the small room he was confined in. "Hello." He bent down to meet his eyes. Blue meeting blue, like the Nile meeting the sky.

He was donning a wig today, braided and weighed down by copper cuffs. Detailed and intricate. Like Hapy's work.

Gods how was Hapy? What is he doing now?

Hor had to hold back his tears, staring at the lotus flowers carved on the copper to perfection. "Eyes up here, Seti."

Hor looked back up, forgetting where he was for a second. "Not a Seti." He all but growled, bristling at the unwanted nickname.

"How do you explain this then?" He gently caressed his hair.

"I was born with it, you asshole." He bit back, frustrated, angry, terrified.

"You don't say. Now why would the Gods give someone this kind of hair, hm? Unless Set himself touched your soul. Don't worry you poor thing, we'll get rid of him in no time. Then you can go back home to your wife or parents." Hi hand travelled from his head to his chin, giving his jaw a gentle, soft stroke, thumb hovering over his cheek.

Hor looked away. "I don't have a wife, or parents for that matter."

"Oh? None at all?"

Hor glared at him. "No."

"Hmm I wonder why." He sarcastically said. "Maybe something drove them away? Tell me Seti, did your mom go insane after she gave birth to you? If you were born with your hair, she must've had such a hard time accepting something like you in her house. How did it feel for her, I wonder, when she saw this?" Ka pushed his hair back away from his forhead, tugging at it a little to emphasise his point. "Tell me, don’t be shy now." He swung Hor's head around with a smile.

Hor clenched his jaw and didn't reply.

"Guess you don't like talking, but that's alright I talk plenty for both of us. Now, why don't I just get on with what I came here for?" Ka got up, then let go of Hor’s hair.

Hor watched the soldier take a few steps back, tilt his head a little to the side, then smile widely, teeth and all.

Hor stared at him, eyes wide and alerted, like a gazelle watching a lion slowly walk towards it. Except gazelles usually had the opportunity to try and outrun their predator.

Hor only had a wall to his back.

His heartbeat picked up, eyes never leaving the spear clutched in the soldier's hand, tilted slightly towards him.

What would he do? Why did he need the spear? What would he use it for? Why was he staring at him like that? Why was he pointing it at him. Why was he smiling like this?

Hor was prey, and Ka didn't seem like he'd be a merciful predator.

Ka tilted the spear again, grazing Hor's ears and lifted his hair up with it. His eyes followed the weapon and it hovered dangerously next to his eyes, his breathing slow and shallow. One wrong move could cost him his eye.

Ka's smile had fallen, he looked bored, unimpressed, as if he wasn't threatening someone with piercing his eye with a war weapon.

Hor swallowed the lump developing in his throat, shuddering at the proximity of it. It moved downwards a little, hovering next to his neck, then the tip barely touched his throat.

Hor's heart seized as he looked at the soldier standing a few metres away, swallowing thickly. He couldn't breathe, one wrong move could cost him his entire life.

But why would they bring him all the way here just to kill him? What do they even have in store for him?

Hor kept his eyes on the soldier, feeling a slight prickle and a drop of blood escaping the small wound.

Oh no, would he actually kill him?

All this because of the colour of his hair?

All this, because of something he can't control?

The spear fell away, Ka pulled it back to his side, now tilted down towards Hor's thigh.

Hor gasped deeply almost sobbing with relief, feeling like he could breathe again.

"Eyes on me, Seti."

Hor looked up at the smiling man, with fear in his eyes. Gods, what has he done to deserve this?

"I-I h-have a name. I have a name." He stuttered, teeth clattering from fear.

Ka's smile fell. "And here I thought we could call it a day." He lamented. "Oh well, maybe next time."

"Wha-" Hor was cut off by his own scream when the spear head sunk forcefully into his left thigh.

Ka smiled and pushed the spear deeper, twisting and turning it into the wound for good measure.

Hor shook his head, leaned to the left to try and get away, but his attempt was thwarted by a hand slamming his head forcefully into the wall.

Hor gasped, vision going blurry, eyes glassy from the impact, dazed from the pain.

"Looks like you and I are going to have a lot of fun together." Ka smiled, pushed the spear in a bit more for good measure, then held Hor's chin between his fingers, cupping it gently and raised his face to make him look him in the eye. "I'll make sure to take really good care of you."

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Tagging: @sapphirechao , @untetheredsymphony

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Anbu: Anubis.

Seti: Follower of Set, here it's used as a racial slur rather than the name of the king, Seti I.

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raurquiz · 2 months

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#happybirthday @ChaseMasterson #chasemasterson #actress #activist #leeta #dabogirl #startrek #deepspacenine #lowerdecks #ofgodsandmen #yesterdaywasalie #rurgenesis #robinhood #menintights #Sliders #theflash #Manipulated #VendettaVette #Unbelievable #pandora #ds930 #startrek57