#possession recovery

[uncle-dusknoir]

SHIT I forgot I should do one of those pinned posts explaining who I am. i mean probably i kinda like the mystery but eh whatever.

im Basil. unovan. she/her. Hex Maniac "curse fanatic" by circumstance.

blog title source

I've got Toothpaste, he's a shiny Obstagoon and my baby boy; Thyme, that Dusknoir, my uncle; Jupetta, a Banette, Thyme's Pokemon before he turned into a Dusknoir.

There's also Skorna, the bone Runerigus. She's just a pest.

Deckard, a white-furred Zorua (NOT HISUIAN) i found in my backyard. He's baby

Mint, a Sneasel I got as a gift from a friend of mine 💜 she's very bity

I've also got a new Poryphone named Porypory. it speaks in pink, is very polite.

oh and the 19 shuppet from the halloween party

... And Bluebell! An Alolan Meowth I found in the dumpster in Alola. She's a million years old and the sweetest cat in the world

image of thyme here

image of skorna here

image of toothpaste here (also me)

image of jupetta (mostly toothpaste tho)

image of deckard (and also me)

image of mint (and my arm)

this weird breloom someone let loose outside my house??

> ooc notes under the cut

9/15/23 updated her 'main' image to be more in line with how i draw her

subscribed blogs only dash (I'm really just putting this here for myself but if y'all need it idm)

my other pokeirl blogs are @crossbones-n-skull and @nifuunbakufuun!

join the hex maniac discord server! more info (kinda) in linked tumblr post. if the link is dead lmk ill fix it (discord added a thirty day link cap)

basil's cousin, sage, is over at @sage-the-exorcist (run by my friend, statik!) she currently has him blocked (its not working)

additional facts for my own reference:

skorna speaks in orange.

thyme speaks in green.

porypory speaks in pink.

jupetta, toothpaste, and deckard don't speak through the blog. (however, if given voice through an event, their text will be colored as seen.)

two voice claims that i'm debating (but i take suggestions)

family bibliography (books)

loose timeline

view the blog in chronological order here! (bear in mind there is quite a lot. lol)

Basil is 25 (as of nov 1st 2023!). I'm (the mod) 19.

she lives in the woods around icirrus city, in an old house that she just... took. it was abandoned so what about it its hers now

thyme the dusknoir is her uncle. he did not die naturally.

jupetta the banette was her uncle's, but technically is hers now. she inexplicably knows Teleport.

skorna the runerigus isn't kept to a Pokeball, as she and Basil are literally bound to each other through possession bullshit.

back when thyme was alive, they did a LOT of travelling. she's primarily been to galar and kalos, but have stopped in every region at least once. only place they haven't been to is paldea, and that's because thyme isn't allowed in because he tried to go in the crater

thyme had a TV show.

mun is aromantic, but Basil is bisexual with a female lean

post detailing Basil and Skorna's connection

old ref image, for archival purposes:

if anyone ever wants to plot anything, feel free to dm me! I'm always down, could be fun. I just don't do "in-person" RP on Tumblr- this is strictly a social media site for the character. update- i will rarely do off-rotumblr RP, but it is not going to be frequent. all threads will be completely under readmores

note that, while Basil most likely won't be super active in high-stakes plotlines, i might have her react to some, especially if i find them interesting. she's no main character.

if you want your character to know basil out-of-rotumblr, feel free to DM me here on tumblr! my PMs, unless specified are an ooc-only zone and im always happy to chat about rp.

(however, please keep in mind that i'm really not one for small talk that doesn't have to do with rp; i have too many bad experiences with people befriending me in my PMs and then just offloading trauma. i don't shut the fuck up in discord servers where other people are though lmao.)

on that note, i do have a discord! if you wanna invite me to any servers feel free to pm me about that too!

#about post #current running plot: #thyme and thyme again #former threads: #weird breloom #an ill advised sidequest #regi runes #skornaling saga #between thyme and space #possession recovery #spiritomb halloween #basilblogging #<- going to tag every post as that #for /chrono purposes

[meraki24601]

Ring

“Whumpee, where did you get that ring?”

Caretaker had gotten used to Whumpee flinching. It seemed they hadn’t stopped since they were released from the hospital. Or, maybe it had started even before that. Before Whumper had taken them, or even further when they had first gone to file a restraining order. But they hadn’t expected them to flinch away from the curious question.

That was all the answer Caretaker needed. “You know, Whumper is dead. You don’t have to keep wearing their ring.”

“I can’t take it off.” Whumpee’s voice was small. They kept their head down as they stirred the pot of soup nearing boiling on the stove. 

Caretaker blamed the fumes from the onion Whumpee had chopped up earlier for the tears forming in their eyes. “You’re safe now, Whumpee. I know I can never make it up to you for not believing you sooner, but I swear I will never let anyone hurt you like that again. You can take off the ring.”

“It’s stuck. I can’t take it off.”

“Oh.” Caretaker’s hands stilled as they placed the last spoon on the table. “Would you like some help?”

“Yes, please.” 

Whumpee held very still as Caretaker approached and guided them to stand beside the sink. They didn’t shy away from Caretaker’s touch as the ring was slowly worked from their swollen finger but curled in on themselves and took three giant steps back the moment they were free. The mark left on the skin where the ring had sat dragged a whine from Whumpee’s throat. 

The inside of the ring had been engraved. Imprinted into Whumpee’s skin were four letters: 

M.

I.

N.

E.

Whumpee fell to their knees, holding the finger away from their body. “I’ll never be free.”

Caretaker wrapped a bandage from the kit under the sink around the possessive letters. Kissing Whumpee’s knuckles, Caretaker whispered, “You are free. Whumper is dead. I killed them. I swear on my life, no one will ever touch you again.”

#whump fic #whump #whump scenario #whumpee #whump writing #whump ideas #caretaker #whump tropes #oc #rescued #mentioned whumper #recovery whump #rings #stuck #possessive whumper

[jordanstrophe]

The Only Survivor

[A continuation here]

Whumpee’s the only one who survived whumper’s invasion. Instead of killing them off, Whumper decides it would be fun to keep the sole survivor as a trophy. 

But what they think is just some fun show-off prize, they quickly realize whumpee requires a lot of attention. They’re wounded and traumatized; they wake screaming from pain and nightmares, keeping the whole place from getting sleep. 

Whumper soon finds themselves being their caregiver, soothing them back to sleep and cooling their fever down...

This was not in the job description.

#whump #whumpee #whumper #whumper turned caretaker #whump prompt #whump scenario #kidnapped whumpee #kidnap prompt #whump angst #wounded whumpee #traumatized whumpee #whump things #whump ideas #trophy whump #adopted whumpee #recovery whump #hurt/comfort #comfort whump #possessive whumper #whump drabble #whump writing #whump community

[whumpsday]

Since Kane was so lonely, if he abducted a human who was also lonely but was kind, obeyed him, and wasn’t defiant, would they end up as some twisted form of friends?

yeah, kinda! kane's not gonna be like... amazing. he's still a whumper. he's going to treat his captive human like less than a person, and the threat of "if you act out i will hurt you" will always be there underneath. he's going to bite them every day and they'll have zero freedom. but there wouldn't be any additional abuse like jim got, and kane would DEFINITELY get attached and start to care for his human in a possessive way.

#ask #k&j ask #kane is a very possessive person in general even post-rescue / in the recovery arc

[adrift-in-thyme]

I need to think about this more when I’m not half-asleep and running on excitement alone but…

I’m still not so sure Twi’s out of the woods yet

#possession may still be in the cards tbh #we’ve got confirmation now that the shadow is alive #which we already knew but still #and there’s the fact that he saw a WOLF before he opened that portal #…​the portal that the postman just ran through #plus the boys are obviously still having their doubts about twi’s quick recovery #and twilight was pretty quiet during this update #which isn’t all that suspicious given what he’s been through #buuut in the second to last panel he’s the ONLY link who’s face isn’t shown #we don’t see his reaction to the news of the shadow’s resurrection #and no one’s looking at him #so how do we know he’s not…idk smirking or something #tbh I hope this doesn’t pan out #but I’m thinking thoughts… #trin rambles #linkeduniverse #linked universe #linked universe update spoilers #update spoilers #lu twilight

[sealrock]

poem - or specifically, a character reading a poem that particularly strikes them as meaningful or enjoyable

{-creeps along in Sea's footsteps to deliver YET MORE prompts-}

cw: depictions of illness

(ty for the ask @thefreelanceangel!)

"I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense was breaking through –" Paris paused for a moment, glancing beyond the worn and yellowed pages of their cousin's poetry book to an unmoving body as it lay in the infirmary cot in front of them, its emaciated frame swallowed under layers of itchy blankets and sensitive medical equipment to control the frayed aether reserves. Evander continues to gawk in childlike wonderment at Physis Technon's "scientific ingenuity and advancements in aetherology," but Paris sees this as inhumane. It's sickening. The monotone beeps and hums of the machines are here to keep a corpse alive, to pump fluid and nutrients into otherwise wilted flesh. It's scientific necromancy for all Paris is concerned. A growing collection of flowers and sentimental tokens sat on a dresser in the corner of the room—most of them were from the Scions, even if they didn't know this person.

It's Paris' turn to look after the body. Andromache—their mother—looked like shit after pulling an all-nighter. She's not young like Paris, but Paris refused to stand by and let her intentionally neglect her health to cater to a husk. The artificial sunlight of Labyrinthos cast Paris' shadow long and dark from the open window behind them, cutting across the body's torso in an act of pseudo-bisection. Paris couldn't look at the unruly black hair and sunken face attached to the body. It's not the gentle, smiling face they once knew, for it belongs to a stranger. The skin, once a rich shade of brown and so soft to the touch, grew pale and dry. The healthy meat, strong enough to carry Paris even after they got too big to be held, withered away to reveal dull blue veins and sinew. A lot has changed in the fifteen years of separation, but Paris continued wishing for things to return to how they were before. Especially now.

Paris had excised a tumor from the body in the same manner as they did Thancred. But Thancred wasn't down and out for this long—his friends didn't have to watch him languish away to something unrecognizable. Not even Gaia suffered this much. The tumors were phantoms feeding off of their life force, like parasites. This parasite dug too deep, it nestled in the very marrow of the husk. If only Paris had been quicker to flush out the infection. They were still a child then.

Tumor.

Parasite.

Infection.

Paris calls it many names. To be this detached helps them cope. Halmarut is dead, yes, but the destruction left in their wake resonates like thunder. Case in point: the body being kept alive with somanoutics.

The equally artificial breeze from the facility's wind turbines blew into the room. It felt temperate. Paris felt their thick hair tickle their goosefleshed nape. The body wouldn't feel it. The body hasn't felt the sensation of sunlight for a long time. Paris ran trembling fingers through their hair and shifted around in their uncomfortable chair before continuing,

"And when they were all seated, A Service, like a Drum – Kept beating – beating – till I thought My Mind was going numb –

And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots and Lead, again, Then Space – began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race Wrecked, solitary, here –

And then a Plank in Reason, broke, And I dropped down, and down – And hit a World, at every plunge, And Finished knowing – then –"

The poem stopped abruptly. Paris shuddered.

"How can Patroclus read such morbid stuff like this?"

Paris talked aloud to no one in particular. The body couldn't hear them. Paris carefully flipped through the pages, briefly scanning the stanzas to find something less depressing. For the half a year the stranger's been here, all but dead to the world, Patroclus would read poetry to keep it company. The lad never met this person before, but he was willing to travel from Ul'dah just to spend time with them. Paris failed to understand his reasoning, but Patroclus had always worn his heart on his sleeve.

Patroclus believed this therapeutic; he reported witnessing a smile as he read his favorite poem one autumn day—it must mean the body liked it, too. Paris could vaguely recall Evander, swellheaded as ever, brushing off his brother's excitement and saying it was an involuntary response to the environment due to the persistent vegetative state. Evander then gave an example where he recalled when the skeletal hand grabbed his wrist as he shaved the face free of patchy stubble, but he appeared too giddy telling the tale. He's no different from the Sages running this facility. Between their bickering and Achille threatening to lose his breakfast, Paris didn't want to hear anymore.

Paris doesn't expect the body to spontaneously rise and converse with them, but the fact that two people with no relation to it were present for these events settled wrong in Paris' gut. It should've been Paris. Paris let out a sigh and continued to read,

"If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain; If I can ease one life the aching, Or cool one pain, Or help one fainting robin, Unto his nest again, I shall not live in vain."

This poem is what Patroclus loved the most. Paris finds it ironic. They've helped ease many people's pain, but who can help Paris with theirs? Stealing another glance up, Paris felt a shriek catch in their throat as they jumped. The book fell from their hands and landed on the tile floor with a soft thud. The head had turned towards them without Paris noticing.

Black eyes, more like black holes with no visible bottom, were watching them. As the Warrior of Light, Paris has seen many things that would disturb the most hardened individual, but this is different. Hector—their dad—is watching them. Paris froze in their seat, unable to look away. Their heart hammered roughly against their ribs. Their dad blinked slowly, his weak eyes scanning their face for something to land on. His expression remained unchanged, the hollows of his face more apparent up close. He looks… so old and frail. Paris couldn't move.

Dad… Do you remember me?

Please look at me.

Paris wanted to say it, but they just sat there, mouth gaping like a fish as dread filled their belly. It twisted and roiled. Their hands gripped the arms of the chair with such force that Paris thought the metal began to bend. Before Paris could react, Hector's eyes rolled up as his eyelids fell. A soft sigh escaped his nose. He returned to being a corpse.

Paris' throat clamped shut. Tears burned fiercely behind their tired eyes, and Paris would be a fool in not letting them out. Paris isn't one to cry, they stopped crying a long time ago. Paris told themselves to be stronger than that because no one was there to wipe away the fat tears from their face anymore. But Paris reached a breaking point. They couldn't keep the façade going any longer.

First, it was one. Then two. Before long, tears drenched Paris' face. Their shoulders shook violently as stifled sobs threatened to break free from their clenched teeth. The tension fled from their body as they sagged in the chair, callous hands coming to hide their face from no one. Through bleary eyes, Paris reached to take their dad's fragile hand into theirs and squeezed.

"Please, open your eyes. It's me, dad, it's your little sprout."

Paris' voice pitched higher with each word before they finally lost it. Paris' head dropped onto the edge of the bed as they continued to sob, their tears falling at the toes of their worn boots. Patroclus' poetry book lay discarded and open next to them, its pages gently fluttering in the breeze.

"Hope" is a thing with feathers – That perches in the soul – And sings the tune without the words – And never stops – at all –

And sweetest – in the Gale – is heard – And sore must be the storm – That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm –

I've heard it in the chillest land – And on the strangest Sea – Yet – never – in Extremity, It asked a crumb – of me."

#inbox #thefreelanceangel #writings. #................. :) #i uh. went overboard with this #poems are by emily dickinson (but are considered anonymous in my canon) #i just know patroclus would love her poetry #but yea this is a peek into hector's post-ascian possession recovery. it wasn't good #i also tried writing in present tense. it's a bit rough idk

[stripeixii]

Hi???

He forgot Giovanna had a cat.

#fnaf #fnaf hw #fnaf vr #fnaf vr help wanted #fnaf hw jeremy #fnaf vr jeremy #fnaf hw vr jeremy #fnaf jeremy #rainydraws #rabbs recovery #possessed corpse au

[convexicalcrow]

(part one) (part two)

Tango wasn't expecting to sense Cub so close to him as he was rifling through his storage in preparation for dungeon maintenance. But he could feel him around, he was-

Tango went over to the open wall, where levels three and four were. Cub felt… like he was… down there? In the dungeon somewhere? But the game wasn't on. There was no- there's no way Cub was in the dungeon, right? Right?

"Hmm. I'd better go check that out. Just in case."

-

It was hard to pinpoint Cub's location, though at least he remained in the same place, as if he wasn't moving. Which, well. That didn't bode very well did it? Unless he was waiting for him to jumpscare him, that was definitely a possibility. But the dungeon felt... uneasy. Like it knew something was wrong. That Cub was somewhere he shouldn't be. Tango didn't like that feeling at all.

It took far longer than he expected to find him, though. His energy was all over the place, but also somewhere he couldn't really guess. He only found him by chance as he was checking to see if he'd tried to get into the Black Mines, and there he was, passed out on the floor, skulk stains on his fingers.

"Oh, well that's not good. Possession, maybe? He's been acting so weird since the dungeon opened though. I'd better get him out of here," Tango said, kneeling down beside him as he rolled him over onto his back.

Cub made a soft sound, perhaps a sigh, and Tango touched his forehead, offering a little Vex magic to wake him up a little.

"Cubby, you with us, buddy? You okay? What are you doing all the way down here?" Tango said, trying to rouse him.

Cub took a deeper breath, wriggled his fingers a little. Tango fed him a little more Vex magic. That seemed to do the trick. Cub opened his eyes and gazed up at the ceiling, confused.

"Hey there, Cubby," Tango said. "You okay? Do you remember where you are?"

Cub scrunched his face up as if he was trying to remember. "No. Nope. I dunno. Somewhere? I do remember- skulk, but-"

"Did you get possessed again, hey?" Tango said.

"Maybe, maybe. That does seem plausible. Where are we?" Cub said.

"You're at the entrance to the Black Mines. In the dungeon. Which you very much should not be in, my friend! Especially when the game isn't running!" Tango said.

"Oh, okay. Fair enough." Cub rubbed his face with his hands and started to sit up. Tango offered a hand, and Cub sat there, blinking in the low light, his head empty and confused. "S'pose we'd better get out of here, yeah?"

"When you're ready, there's no rush. The dungeon's closed for maintenance now anyway," Tango said.

"Hey, you got any food? God, I'm suddenly starving," Cub said.

"Yeah, sure, it's just pork chops though," Tango said, pulling them out of his inventory.

"It'll do," Cub said, taking the offered food.

-

Cub was sitting on Gem's bed in her vault in the hall. It was the, well. The most comfortable place Tango thought to take him once he was up and able to get out of there. He hadn't said much; Tango's assumption that this was post-possession by ... the Vex? the skulk? something else? ... seemed correct. Cub had no memory of getting to the dungeon, nor of what he'd been doing before that, which was a little concerning if Tango was being honest.

"You know it's been a week since I last saw you, right? You finished some runs and then just disappeared. I figured you were busy, and thought nothing of it. Turns out I should have kept a closer eye on you," Tango said. "After all, you swore to obey me, and this is what's happened. Was it the skulk again?"

Cub lowered his head. He looked at his hands. Had they always looked like that? Fingertips stained with skulk? Well, he assumed it was skulk. It could just be ink, too. But he didn't remember-

"Honestly I don't know what's been going on since the dungeon opened. The skulk have been- weird. But I don't really have any firm memories to back that up." Cub idly scratched the back of his head for lack of something to do.

"Well, just- I dunno. Stay close? Let me know if things start getting out of hand? Look, even I know it's weird on the lower floors with the skulk around, okay? It's weird. There's always this stupid whispering in my head and I hate it. I just don't want you losing yourself to the skulk, alright? Because I'm afraid you'll never come back if you do," Tango said.

"I won't, I won't, Tango, I promise," Cub said.

"Well, we'll see about that, won't we?" Tango said.

#hermitcraft #fanfic #decked out 2 #cubfan135 #tangotek #vex cub #skulk cub #vex tango #skulk tango #possession #amnesia #recovery #you better believe i'm doing cub's level three run next >:D

[purdymybeloved]

Do you think Rootspring and Shadowsight talked much after Bristlefrost's death?

Did they both grieve independently for moons, only exchanging the usual small talk at gatherings? I think to any other cat it would've sounded like that, the usual gentle back and forth about prey or weather. But to Shadowsight, who perhaps had the largest window into what Rootspring was dealing with, he was simply thrilled to hear his friend talking at all. I think Rootspring, even if he never said it, knew Shadowsight would be the only one he could still exchange such pleasantries with.

Perhaps a few moons after, during a routine sharing of herbs across the border with SkyClan, Rootspring volunteered to accompany Fidgetflake. At the meet-up, Shadowsight would be beyond pleased to see his old friend. Fidgetflake would mention how it was easy to forget how close they must have become in the Dark Forest. Perhaps Shadowsight stared at Rootspring at those words, a look in his eyes almost asking Rootspring to talk to him again. Rootspring would see this, he'd stare back, thoughts filled with longing for their old friendship, before their worlds had shattered and they had to continue with their day to day life. He'd look away, agreeing with Fidgetflake noncommittally before the herbs were exchanged and the two patrols would part ways.

Maybe several days later, Shadowsight would've written it off. He came to the conclusion that Rootspring didn't want or need his support. He was his own warrior, after all. And Shadowsight had his own clan to take care of. He'd travel with Puddleshine to the Moonpool and walk back (walking the path that always reminded him a bit too much of getting his head bashed into a tree and tossed down to hard rock) under the moonlight. He'd have fallen just a bit behind as they passed through SkyClan territory, keeping a nose out for the scent of wood sorrel. He'd hear a voice behind him and nearly jump out of his pelt, barely settling down when he'd realized it was Rootspring. Shadowsight would turn and speak in a harsh whisper,

"What are you doing here?"

Rootspring would glance at him with eyes heavy with emotion. Shadowsight never saw him so open and wounded unless he'd been talking about Bristlefrost. Rootspring would breathe.

"I... missed you."

Shadowsight froze entirely. Rootspring spoke quietly.

"I missed this. Us– us meeting up. Walking on patrol or herb duty and being able to talk about whatever we wanted."

The glint of happy nostalgia in Rootspring's eyes was more than enough to smother any sliver of annoyance Shadowsight could have with him for stopping his walk back. Rootspring continued still,

"And I know, I know we were just apprentices and we have duties now, and you're a full medicine cat but–" He caught himself, as if about to start rambling. "But I thought I'd let you know I was thinking about you."

Rootspring smiled. Weakly, and with effort, but it felt like a miracle to Shadowsight. He looked behind himself.

"I should catch up with Puddleshine, I can't keep him waiting."

Shadowsight continued speaking before Rootspring could finish nodding in resigned agreement.

"We should do that. Talk, that is. We're not apprentices anymore, but we're still friends, right?"

Rootspring's eyes lit up for the first time Shadowsight could remember since they'd left for the Dark Forest.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course we're still friends. Nothing could've stopped that."

"Can you get up tomorrow at moonhigh?"

"Easily."

"Great. Great! We can walk the lakeshore, if that's alright with you?"

"That sounds perfect."

Rootspring spoke with the relief of a warrior suddenly unburdened by a heavy weight.

Shadowsight was able to tell that his friend was sick with grief. And it had always been his duty to help sick cats, no matter what.

And maybe the next night, the moon just a bit more full in the sky, Rootspring would find himself right on the shore in front of the SkyClan and ShadowClan border. He'd be early, breathing in the night air, and Shadowsight would push through the growth to join him right on cue. They'd stand there together like that for a minute, just nodding at each other and then taking in the gentle surroundings before they look at each other once more, moonlight glistening in their eyes.

They didn't talk for the first stretch of their walk, just following along the lakeside. They walked not in silence, but in tandem with the waves of the lake and the rustles of flora. Eventually, Rootspring breathed deep, and spoke up.

"It's weird, right? Like our whole lives were about the Dark Forest and Ashfur and then it just– ended. And took Bristlefrost with it. But..."

"But we're still here?" Shadowsight responded.

"But we're still here." Rootspring agreed. "We just have to keep waking up and eating and going on patrol like nothing happened."

"Well..." Shadowsight said. "We know what happened."

Rootspring sighed tired, but ultimately fondly.

"Yeah. We know what happened."

I think Rootspring and Shadowsight would continue this tradition for a moon. Once every few days they'd sacrifice sleep in order to just wander little sections of shoreline and talk, about Bristlefrost and about the forest, and also about their current lives. About their clans, and food, and weather. A few days in, Rootspring would look to Shadowsight and see his usual helpful medicine cat face give way to something else, something so much heavier. He realized that Shadowsight was doing this just as much for himself as he was doing it for Rootspring, which just made them it more important.

Maybe after a little less than a moon of this, Rootspring would look for Shadowsight in the crowd of the gathering. Once they found each other, they'd use the pre-gathering time to slip off into the brambles at the edge of the island, momentarily alone. The routine slipped into place quickly, doing their usual back and forth for a few moments before settling down and breathing before they knew the gathering would begin. The full moon shone divinely onto the waters of the lake. Rootspring laughed quietly.

"You know what this reminds me of? Bristlefrost and I sneaking off to the riverside to be with each other on our mission to find the Sisters. We were so sappy back then."

Rootspring chuckled to himself, and caught glimpse of Shadowsight staring at him, similarly warm with happiness. Shadowsight opened his mouth as if it speak, and paused for a moment, thinking.

"I think that's the first time you've talked about her so lighthearted like that recently. It's really nice to see."

Rootspring knew Shadowsight was a skilled medicine cat. He'd almost forgotten how good a friend he was, too. It was as if his words held the same healing properties as his herbs. Maybe they did, Rootspring didn't know the details of medicine cat abilities.

Tigerstar's words rang across the island and the voices of chatting warriors hushed down, and the two toms had to return to their spots quickly.

Their talks would continue, their friendly laughs and nudges and bumps of their heads.

I like to think they're still friends.

#IT IS 2 AM. i was possessed to write this. i can sleep now #ive just!! ive been thinking about them so often!!!! #they should get to experience their grief together!!!!! and be actual friends!!!!!!! #and maybe fall in love but thats after the fact!!! #they just mean a lot to me and i think if the erins werent cowards they could have a really lovely recovery and dynamic you knowwwww #wc #warrior cats #tbc #rootspring #shadowsight #rootshadow #fanfic

[ghostypetrainer]

(for giratina possesion au)

What was Ingo doing in Sinnoh, before bumping into Emmet? Would he be doing something Pokémon battle or train related, or would the enjoyment of that be soured by his old memories of doing that stuff with Emmet?

I think it would be tragic if Ingo took the time to explore new hobbies and stuff to try and take his mind off what happened, only for it to get thrown in his face by Emmet who's mad about what he thinks is Ingo trying to not look/be like him in the second argument.

I think Ingo would mostly be spending time in Twinleaf Town with Akari, doing things like helping her mom around the house and helping out the neighbors. He's very popular with the elderly! While he would encourage Akari as she returns to work as Champion, he would abstain from battling himself... both because he doesn't quite trust himself enough yet to resume battling and because aside from Chandelure, he doesn't exactly have any battle ready Pokemon.

(and well, obviously there's no trains in Sinnoh, so he can't exactly do anything train related.)

I'm not quite sure he does pick up any other hobbies, but he keeps pretty busy regardless. Akari's brought up him maybe helping out Professor Rowan as an assistant before, but he's been reluctant to accept her offer on the off chance the man recognizes him.

#asks #giratina possession au #he is very much still in the transitional stage in his recovery

[nhi-theuserof-this]

I think that watching episode 52 of ninjago activated a whump neuron as a child because I can specifically remember just rewatching that episode all the time specifically to see the scene at the end where lloyd is just going though it and almost fucking drowns

#angst hurt/comfort possesion recovery all at once neuron activated #all I remembered was that lloyd was about to drown and was in a underground river #went back to watch the episode because of how much I think about it #ninjago #fandom #random #whump #if anyone’s specifically curious about it lloyd was being possessed by a ghost and the ghost basically used him as a hostage at the end- #-and then lloyd tried to fight back so the ghost just fucking blew him off the little cliff into the river below #someone write me a whump of this actually I am suddenly so invested #fanfiction requests

[uncle-dusknoir]

[a tupperware container with a simple meal of spaghetti bolognese, along with a cup of roseli berry tea. there is a note attached reading, "i have no clue what's going on, but i'm glad you're safe!"]

[@pkmn-aide-mel]

RUNE WE GOT SPAGHETTI

Unless you're already making something we can just put it in the fridge for later

tjank you mel

#possession recovery #basilblogging

[remyfire]

Me: I'm feeling normal again. I can change my header and avatar, even

SB: Have you thought about leobeej table dancing while drunk

Me: This is the only thing I will think about for the next 24 hours

#i am possessed i literally am just thinking about them being so so drunk and silly together at stanford #i almost identified you in this my leo comrade and then was like 'wait what if they don't want that' so forgive me #leo getting a concussion from their antics and beej petting him while leo rhapsodizes during his recovery with his head in bj's lap #literally the biggest possible disaster boyfriends i cannot stress enough how much they gave us with leo and bj potential frat brothers #my ramblings

[jordanstrophe]

Behave 10

Masterlist

CW: Forced medical treatment, hospital whump, doctor whumper, gagged and chained, blood drawing, lab whump, recovery, defiant whumpee

Chains held both their wrists like a short leash, tethering them from either side of the bed. Whumpee had spent the night trying to slip free, but all that did was put two long bruises from their forearm to their thumb. 

“What am I to do with you?” The doctor tsked, walking in while stretching a glove on. 

“St-.. Stay away...”

“Yesterday you bit me, and today you’re giving me more work then I’m paid for.” The doctor hissed. 

“I SAID STAY AWAY!” Whumpee cried, scampering higher until the chains came short. 

“Put a gag on it please, let's not repeat yesterday's mistakes.” 

“No-” Whumpee muttered, but regardless; one assistant grabbed their hair and jaw while another forced a gag in their mouth. 

“Just look at this, this is hardly the area of my expertise.” Whumper grabbed their elbow and yanked them forwards, running cold fingers up their bruised arm. "I would hate to fix you only for you to suffer from your own stupidity."

Whumpee kept trying to pull away, but each yank choked out a whimper of pain.

“Did you-... Did you do this all night!? What do you think we’ve been doing, torturing you for fun? I’m saving your life.” The doctor grumbled and let them snap their arm away.   

Whumpee gasped heavily, watching their every move with alert, but tired eyes. For what felt like hours, they tested. Taking every sample, poking them with what felt like every needle in existence. They wanted to fight, they wanted to shout, cry, scream. 

Maybe they should have slept last night instead of wasting all their energy.

“Well this has been enlightening.” The doctor said, snapping their glove off. Whumpee was practically doubled over exhausted and in pain. Their eyes were half open, it was work to just breathe in a half breath. 

The Doctor took whumpee’s chin and pulling their gag off. It felt like the first breath real they had ever taken. They weren't even going to try and fight, they just wanted to make a noise, but what came out was a half-bitten sob. 

“That was pathetic.” The Doctors eyes narrowed, letting go as whumpee fell back in bed. 

“-And also a sign of my last concern. My advice is to pull yourself together and get some rest. If not, you'll give us both problems. Do you want something that will help you sleep?” They asked, tilting their head. 

Whumpee slowly shook their head and held out their wrist with chains clanging together. The doctor sighed and fumbled in their pocket. 

“Ffffff-   Fine.  Only for tonight, for both our sakes. I don’t want to see you try and get up now, understand?” They conceded, unlocking each wrist as their hand fell limp at their side. The doctor clapped their hands together, washed some blood off their arms that made it past the glove and gathered the rest of the equipment. 

“Wait.” Whumpee snapped, grabbing the hem of their lab coat. They flinched when it looked like the Doctor was about to strike them, but recomposed themselves before they made contact. 

“... Is wh-... Is whumper still here?” Whumpee asked. 

The doctor sighed, returning whumpee’s arm to their bedside by a single finger. 

“Yes.” They stared. 

“Can I s-see them?” 

They looked at each other like they both had to sit on it for a moment. 

“...If it means you won’t scream all night?”

Whumpee quickly nodded their head as the Doctor huffed in defeat. 

“-... Then have whatever you want.”

@serialobsesssor @fishtale88  @bluesoulpeace  roblingoblin285   @echo-of-umbra @whump-bunny  @pretty-little-whump @akaijisatsu  @whatiswhump @shannon-foraker  @whumpkitty @suspicious-whumping-egg

#medical whump #whump #whumpee #whumper #hospital whump #whumpee x whumper #whump writing #whumplr #whump drabble #possessive whumper #manhandle whump #gagged whumpee #restrained whumpee #chained whumpee #injured whumpee #recovery whump #forced medical whump #defiant whumpee #tw medical #blood draw whump #experiment whump #lab whump #biting whump

[mephiles-the-jester]

the power of undertale songs make me upgrade one of my sonadow fankids now that i know what to do with him,,hes like if a teenage girl was a guy with psychic possession abilities,and he frequents the local roller rink

#he can possess objects(multiple at a time) and move them around no matter the distance with his body (he still has to protect his own body) #he usually uses his old bunny doll because dolls are less awkward to see his surroundings out of and the speaker lets him talk with it #and hes gay for this one emo human boy classmate wish him luck on his recovery from this tragedy #he drinks coffee because if he drinks chaos cola the chaos energy in him explodes and he starts possessing the whole building and shit #sonadow fankid

[voxxnym]

Raine and Hunter have shared possession trauma albeit hunters is significantly worst due to his past and relations with Belos

I just imagine Raine being the person Hunter goes to about the specific emotional pain of the trauma since Raine expirienced first hand the possession and he just sits and sings for hunter

Hunter being the first to teach Eda how to help Raine on a particular bad day since I fully believe the possession is horrible on the joints so he teaches her how to care for Raines pains

Raine and hunter having each other on speed dial for when the panic attacks get particularly bad

Eda and Willow learning how to care for their traumatized Significant others

Raine being the one to help hunter with the phantom pains of his many scars and vice versa with hunter helping Raine

Eda and Willow have more than once stumbled upon Raine and Hunters therapy sessions with each other and go out of their way to help

Feel free to add more!⭐⭐

I just thought these were really nice and cozy to think about and wanted to share!✨

#the owl house #finn speaks #raine whispers #eda clawthorne #toh willow #toh hunter #Mentions of scars #mentions of possession #recovery #i just think they'd be friends like a enby and their relative #therapy buddies #please #NOT SHIP CONTENT #I DO NOT SHIP THESE TWO #DNI if you make this shipping content Raine is a grown adult