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Unfortunately I think I’m gonna say goodbye to this account, I’ll still leave everything up but yeah. Thanks to anyone who followed!

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Dono: Also, what the fuck is a Wilbur Soot?

Phil: The common definition is a very talented, a very talented boy doing the music, so proud, so proud, so very proud 

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Here’s a little Revived Wilbur and Friend comic for v-day 💕

(Also note: I colored the first panel and then just got lazy so ignore that)

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My new favorite things are healing potions.

Like the healing potion making the person sleepy, or it being painful but it has to be in order to heal the person.

This might not make sense but I’m exhausted

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Two heroes loose on the hospital

S P O I L E R S     - CHAPTER 291 -

TW HOSPITAL. 

PART 1 / Bad boys on  the hospital. 

PART 2 / He can eat, I swear. 

PART 3 / Block your enemies and buy more star stickers.

PART 4 / Save the nurses, please, they make EVERYTHING a competition.

PART 5 / He’s an artist, AIZAWA.

—-B O N U S  / HE HAS NO LIPS, HOW HE GETS KISS KISS

PART 6 / They found the TAPE. 

PART 7 / They told them they couldn’t leave Midoriya’s side. 

PART 8 / One-sided conversation, as always.Without Todoroki been rude, how sad. 

PART 9 / Look, Mister “I’m not good with kids”, came to visit. 

I did a compilation, so I don’t go crazy. WOW, THIS IS A SERIES. 

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what if graham said "come here *now*" that would be cool i think

Content warnings: gun violence, blood, drugging (needle), implied torture

“Come here. Now.”

The man’s eyes narrow, flick down to the gun in Pierce’s hands. Back up again. “Get the fuck away from me.”

Raising an eyebrow, Pierce waits at the mouth of the corridor. Breathes down into his stance, as he feels a bead of sweat roll down the back of his neck. He wasn’t about to put away his gun to climb through the makeshift table barricade the guy had just created, the broken glass strewn just beyond it, especially not in socks. Fortunately for Pierce, in the man’s panic he’d blocked himself into a dead end.

But god, though patience was key and all that, as Viklund-Reid liked to profess—you’re in control, you have all the time in the world, even if you don’t—now the little weasel wouldn’t come out of its hole, and Pierce was starting to get irritable.

“If you make me come in there and get you, I’m gonna make you regret it.”

The man turns around again, grabs at the doorknob, shakes it violently as if it’s not just as locked as the first time. “Help me!” He yells, slamming his hands on the door, voice bouncing in the hallway all around them “—someone, please!”

Pierce sighs, blows a stand of hair out of his eyes. Adjusts his stance. How had this guy even gotten out? Viklund-Reid was meant to be talking to him, something about a lifted Audi that didn’t quite make it back to base. Just a quiet little chat while the boss was out. At this rate, the whole villa would know about it.

As if on cue the doorknob turns, and Pierce doesn’t even have the chance to make out who’s on the other side before the man is bolting, barrelling past the figure and down the hall—Pierce vaults the table, lands just past the glass, regains his footing, takes aim and fires once. The shot is deafening but true, and the man screams, falls. About two more seconds, and he would have reached the front door.

Pierce approaches cautiously, a stunned Layton in tow. He jumps back with a whoa as a fist with a shard of glass takes a swing at him from the floor—yep, that’s what he’d thought—kicks out with his heel, finally manages to pin the guy down on his stomach, press the gun just behind his ear.

“What did I say?” Pierce pants. “Now stay the fuck down.”

“Ah,” a voice calls out behind them. Viklund-Reid, slightly out of breath. “Good catch. How about you and I take this back downstairs, Jordan?”

“Get away from me,” Jordan bites, voice tight—Pierce supposes the man can’t quite turn underneath Pierce’s weight, can’t thrash without causing himself immeasurable agony. “Let me go… sick fucks…”

“Jordan, hey,” Martin says, voice a calm rumble, dropping into a crouch beside them. “Easy, easy, easy. Shh shh.” He puts a gloved hand on the back of the man’s head, the other pushing a conjured needle into the skin of his arm. Pierce feels the kid thrash underneath him, blocks out the frantic screaming for a long minute until the sedative takes hold.

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Prompt fill for “All of it.”

content warnings: drugging.

“Swallow.”

The horrible, foul-tasting drug in his mouth was burning his tongue, acrid and intense. He knew it was some kind of sedative—what else could it be?

“Come on, swallow it. I don’t have all day.”

He did as he was told, trying to keep as much of it in his cheeks as possible. He’d spit it out at the man as soon as the hand let go of his jaw. See how he liked it.

His bluff was called with another hand coming up to pinch his nose, fully cutting off his air.

“All of it,” the man growled.

He glared, swallowing down the rest of it. Immediately feeling like he was going to be sick.

It was only a few minutes before the drug started to set in. His limbs felt heavy, his head lolling back. He felt himself be picked up, and whisked away.

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DRUGGED WHUMP

Drugged whump is my fucking jam like

-Drugs that make the whumpee talkative and honest

-Promised pain meds that are actually aphrodisiacs

-Drugs that make the whumpee sleepy and vulnerable, becoming drowsy and affectionate even if they usually were terrified or disgusted by their whumper

-Drugs that make the whumpee angry, aggressive, and energetic - easily manipulated in this state to even attack others at the behest of their whumper

-Finally getting pain meds after living in constant pain for ages and being brought to tears by the relief

-Super strong pain meds that make the whumpee slow and stoned, unable to defend themselves verbally or physically

-An allergic reaction to some pain meds or antibiotics - will the whumper risk bringing them to the hospital? Do they have a doctor who will help on the hush? Do they leave their whumpee to suffer through on their own?

- MEDS A WHUMPEE NEEDS TO FUNCTION, do they have to struggle to live without them? Does the whumper give them meds but on the condition of good behavior? Does the whumpee refuse the meds? Does the whumper give them their meds but secretly replace them with something else?

-Drugs that make a whumpee hallucinate - what do they see? Are they scared? Are they emboldened?

-Sleeping meds, keeping the whumpee too drowsy and weak to try to escape

- Stimulants, forcing a whumpee to stay up for days, sleep deprivation, forced labor

- Drugs slipped into food and drink, not knowing what’s happening when they start to feel funny

-Whumpee being forced to eat or drink something they KNOW is drugged but having no choice

-Injecting a whumpee with a syringe, the sharp pain of the injection and then the terrifying realization that they’ve been drugged, begging the whumper to tell them what they just gave them

-The whumpee trying to drug their whumper, maybe hoping to make an escape attempt, but being caught and forced to consume whatever it was themselves

- Starving a whumpee and then finally offering them some food, they know it is drugged but struggle to resist the temptation of the food, they are just so hungry

- Drugging a whumpee and letting them go, them being so overwhelmed with relief that they can finally escape, only to collapse just a few feet away from freedom

-Making a whumpee dependent on drugs, so they become even more dependent on their whumper, their Whumper threatening to take away the drugs as punishment knowing the horrible withdrawals they would go through from being cut off

- Drugs that paralyze the whumpee while leaving them conscious, the whumper getting to manipulate their body like a doll while they are horrified but unable to struggle

-Drugs that paralyze the whumpee’s legs, so they have to drag themselves anywhere they go

DRUGSSSSSSSS

If you use any of these prompts, please @ me, I’d love to read it!

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My Brother’s Keeper

Prompt:  Gray is injured during the last battle between the I-rex and T-rex. When their parents find him with Claire and Owen later, they immediately start blaming Zach for running away with Gray, for not protecting him and being a general nuisance once again. Gray proves them wrong by telling them how he saved them in the gyrosphere, with fixing the jeep, with the pterodactyls then later with the raptors. And finally with the I-rex. They don’t know anything, they weren’t around, they never are anyway.

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Elton trying to start shit about snc switching up their channel?

He should probably think twice about doing that. 😐

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When a whumpee is first knocked out by something (chloroform, etc.) and is in the process of being taken to said location but the whumper knows it’s won’t last the entire trip.

“W-what? Where am I,” whumpee says in a foggy half drugged state.

“Shh shh darling, we haven’t arrived yet.”

Their vision is blurry but they see the whumper step away. They weakly lift their head off the floor/gurney to see them grab a syringe. Their eyes grow wide as they start mumbling drunkly

“w-wait, what is that?”

The whumper slowly reaches for and arm and turns it over to find a vein as they whumpee tries to stop them but are to weak/drugged to really move.

“It’s okay, we will be there soon. I don’t really need you awake yet, but I promise we are almost there.” As they inject the serum in and watch their head fall slightly back down as they fight for consciousness.

“Shh shh it’s okay, don’t fight it. It’ll all be over soon.” As they pat the whumpee’s head while they slip into darkness.

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Hi! I loved your sedation whump prompts and was wondering if you could do a few more, specifically with a small group of the whumpee's friends? Thanks a million!! <3

Hey, sure! Thank you so much! 💕 May I present:

Whumpy Sedation Tropes Vol. II: Friend Edition

-Whumpee needs to be put under for their own good. Their friend holds them close, hushing and reassuring them. When their friend feels they are ready to be given the injection (and not a second before then), they give the doctor a somber, furtive nod to tell them they can administer the sedative. Whumpee’s friend continues holding them even after the drug’s taken hold. It breaks their heart; they feel like they should protect Whumpee from this, but they know they can’t.

-Scenes where a doctor has to manage the expectations of Whumpee’s friends when they’re finally allowed to see Whumpee. “A couple of you at a time, please. I wouldn’t expect much out of them right now; they’ve been given a sedative and they’re pretty out of it.”

-Whumpee is embarrassed when someone close to them has to help them with something simple, like getting a sip of water. They’re unwilling to suffer those indignities for very long, though, and they get out of their hospital bed long before they should have. Their head swims and their body feels like rubber. The friend who had left their side for the first time all day returns to find Whumpee helpless and disoriented on the cold floor.

-The friend (i.e., Whumpee’s self-appointed guardian) who watches Whumpee carefully and notices when they might need something to help calm them down/get them to sleep. They know Whumpee well enough that the little things tip them off. They’re able to get ahead of the eightball by privately asking Whumpee if they need “something.”

-If Whumpee is getting agitated, their most parental friend responds calmly until they can get Whumpee a dose of their medication. “Honey, you’re not making any sense,” they say as they try to get Whumpee to slow down and talk to them.

-The notion of sedatives and medications makes one of Whumpee’s friends nervous. They don’t like the idea of one’s consciousness being dampened and they hate the way the medications make their friend seem far off. They’re determined to be there for Whumpee, though, and they try not to handle them with kid gloves. They favor helping Whumpee where they can and making them laugh at any given opportunity.

-Whumpee’s friends each have their way of making physical contact with them that helps them to feel safe and grounded: the running of hands trough their hair, hugs, soft kisses on their forehead, the squeeze of a leg, the playful (and much gentler than usual) batting of a shoulder, holding hands, or just good old-fashioned snuggling.

-Two whumpees are friends/teammates and are hospitalized together. They’re lucky enough to be able to share a room. They’re both drugged and they wake up at separate intervals. Any time they resurface, they each search out the other before drifting back to sleep. If they do happen to be conscious at the same time, they exchange loopy, affectionate you-look-like-shits.

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I loved Jurassic Park 3 ❤️

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NEVER LET THE FANDOM DIE!

Reblog and tag your dead or dying fandom(s) with a screenshot or gif

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Inspired by this post by that wonderful purveyor of whumperflies, @aliceinwhumperland!

B and W usually sat in companionable silences, but B wondered if he was being too quiet. He regarded W as he drank the bourbon B had put in front of him. Split lip. Bruised eye. It wasn’t the first time W had showed up on B’s doorstep like a stray dog.

B tried not to chew his lip, or watch too intently as W drained the rest of his bourbon. He began to breathe again when W set his empty glass on the dining room table. The damage had been done. It wouldn’t be long before W would realize his drink had been drugged.

W’s Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed and grimaced. He rubbed a hand over his face, then blinked heavily. His brow furrowed and he looked across the table at B, who unapologetically met his gaze. Anger replaced the confusion on W’s face as he realized the truth.

“You can’t do this,” he growled.

“I had to,” B said. He refused to allow defensiveness to enter his voice. “You really think I’m going to let you keep doing this to yourself?”

W glared at him in reply and his hair fell into his face as he tried to stand. He used the table to support the body he was rapidly losing control of. When he got his feet beneath him he closed the distance to the dining room’s doorway with three long, wobbling strides. He leaned there. B imagined W’s world was tilting.

“W, just-”

W balled his hand into a fist and struck the wall. There was no force behind the impact.

“Stay away from me,” W warned.

His words were beginning to lose their edges. When B took a step toward him, W pushed himself away from the doorframe. B caught W when his body failed him.

“Easy,” B said as he slung one of W’s arms over his shoulder.W let out a sharp, pained bark.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. He sounded harsher than he’d intended.

W tucked a hand under his jacket.

“Pulled my stitches,” he said.

“Stitches?”

Why did I believe you when you said you were okay? B thought.

“Did them myself,” W said. B wasn’t sure if he was meant to be impressed by that, but he rolled his eyes.

“C’mon,” B said as he began to lead W to the guest room. He expected W to try to pull away, but he slumped against B and allowed himself to be led.

B helped him sit down on the bed and proceeded to work each of W’s arms out of his jacket. He frowned at the sight of fresh blood staining W’s shirt.

Shit, he needs a doctor, B thought.

“No doctors,” W muttered, as though he’d divined his thoughts. His mouth was pulled into a serious line, but he looked up at B in a way that suggested he was having difficulty focusing on him.

B put a hand on each of W’s shoulders and tried to guide him down onto the mattress. W began to struggle before his head could touch the pillow, unwilling to completely give up whatever semblance of control he thought he had.

“You sonofabitch,” W slurred as he strained ineffectually against B’s hands.

“Shh, don’t fight it. Just close your eyes,” B said as he pressed W down. “I’m going to get you some help.”

“Nuh,” was all W managed before his body stilled and his head sunk down. It was a frustrated, angry sound. It was also a surrender. W’s breathing settled and his features became untroubled. Then his eyes slipped shut.

B sighed. W was never going to trust him again, but it was a price worth paying. He pulled his phone from his back pocket and dialed the number of the one person who would be willing to help.

“This is for your own good, you asshole,” he said to his unconscious friend.

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Whump tropes #6

Fighting sedation: a character fighting hard to either get away from being sedated, or to stay awake after being sedated.

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Manhandling

I’ve been really into manhandling recently soooo here’s a list! Please add on! I had to go back to work so I couldn’t make it as long/elaborate as I’d like.

When a drugged/sleepy/injured/sick but stubborn character is manhandled into bed against their will (but for their own good)

When a villain brings a captured whumpee into their prison (or wherever they’re being held) and pushes them to the ground.

When a character is held back from a fight by another character

When a character is caught doing something they shouldn’t be doing and is grabbed and manhandled away by another character

Captors leading/dragging captured whumpees to their doom and being rough on the whumpees in general