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truebluemenace · 10 days

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I don't normally write angst/whump/hurt no comfort like this but the idea wouldn't leave me alone.

Tails has a bad time in this. Sorry

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All things considered, it didn’t take them that long to find Tails. There had been a time, admittedly before the two of them had any other friends, when Eggman had kidnapped Tails for days. It had taken Sonic a long time to even track the man down, let alone break into his base and rescue his friend.

Things were different now. Sonic was stronger. He had friends to back him up.

Sure, maybe the idea of kidnappings was a little more concerning now than it had been before Sonic’s six month… vacation. But what had happened then wouldn’t be repeated.

Especially not with Tails.

He had only been missing for a few hours when they found him. Or, more accurately, Sonic found him. Once he, Knuckles, and Amy had breached Eggman’s base, his friends let him rush off to find Tails without question. They’d stay behind and cover for him if any badniks tried to impede the rescue, but they knew how anxious Sonic was to get to Tails. Trying to keep him from getting there first would not spell out good results for anyone.

The cells were easy to find. Eggman usually built at least one or two into any new bases he developed, and it was simple to locate them if you were familiar with Eggman’s architectural style. They were normally underground and close to the center of the base. All Sonic had to do was find an elevator deep enough in and, sure enough, the cells were just outside of the doors when they opened.

The smell of blood and medical supplies hit his nostrils, and his heart started hammering.

“Tails?” he called out; the closest cell was empty, so he had to move past it to an adjacent one before he was able to catch sight of the fox.

He couldn’t prevent a gasp from escaping at what he saw, eyes going wide as he immediately plucked a quill from his head, plunging it into the lock on the cell with a significant amount of urgency.

Tails was lying in the corner, curled into a ball, trembling. Sonic couldn’t see what the cause was from outside the cell with the way Tails was lying, but he’d also caught the sight of white bandages with splotches of red soaking through.

“Tails, it’s me, I’m gonna get you out,” Sonic spoke as he fussed with the lock. Lock picking was not his specialty, and his inefficiency made his stress increase. He let out a frustrated grunt, kicking the bottom of the door as he kept fiddling with the detached quill in the lock.

The little pile of golden fur began to shift, unrolling from the ball he’d been in to look up. “S-Sonic?”

Tension drained from Sonic’s body at the sound of that voice. If Tails was conscious, everything was so much better than it would be otherwise. “Yeah, bud, it’s me.” He took a moment to pause his lock picking to look over at his little bro, and sucked in a gasp, almost wishing he hadn’t.

There was a haunted look in Tails’ eyes. It was like a shadow had fallen over them, despite the almost too-bright lighting in the cell. He didn’t seem entirely present, either, as if he was in a kind of daze. Any relief Sonic had felt evaporated in an instant. His little bro should not look like that. He dropped his focus back down to his task.

“Just hang on for a minute, I’ve almost got this open…”

“Use two quills.”

Sonic looked back at Tails again. “Huh?”

“Use two quills,” Tails repeated, now starting to shuffle around into a sitting position, back against the cell wall. It let Sonic see that the bandages were wrapped around Tails’ hips, but he couldn’t see more than that. “One to put tension on the lock and the other to move the pins.”

Sonic snapped his fingers. “Thanks, bud! I knew I was forgetting something.” He plucked another quill from his head and got back to work on the lock, noting that Tails didn’t perk up at his lighter tone like he’d hoped. Something was definitely wrong.

The first pin popped into place. Tails would be out soon. “What did Eggman do? How badly are you hurt?” he asked as he kept working away at the lock.

He didn’t expect Tails to whimper. The sound made him freeze. “Tails, bud--” He cut himself off when Tails whimpered again. The kid flinched and squeezed his eyes shut. Okay, this wasn’t good. Sonic focused his full attention on the lock.

After a few more clicks, he was able to turn it and open the door. Immediately he rushed to Tails’ side.

He wasn’t prepared for Tails to cower away from him.

“Hey, buddy, it’s just me,” Sonic said carefully, kneeling down on the floor next to him and holding his hands out. “Whatever Eggman did is over now. I’m getting you out of here.”

Tails shook his head, still not looking up at Sonic, still squeezing his eyes shut.

“At the very least I need to know how hurt you are,” Sonic tried to reason, reaching out a hand. “Can I see—”

“DON’T!”

Not expecting such an outburst, Sonic jumped, startled. Tails’ eyes had flown open and he, somehow, pressed himself further into the corner where he was sitting.

This was not going well.

“Tails, I need—” He cut himself off again when Tails flinched at the sound of his name. Was… was there something wrong with the name? Every once in a while, Sonic would ask his brother if the nickname was still okay, to make sure it wasn’t bringing up bad memories unnecessarily. Every time, Tails insisted that he liked the name, that it was better than “Miles”. But maybe Eggman had done something to change that opinion?

His eyes drifted down to the bandages around Tails’ waist. They were wrapped loosely around the front of his body, in a way that suggested they were simply holding in place the more important bandages on the other side. Tails’ back. Or, more accurately…

“He did something to your tails.” It wasn’t a question. The fox kit was positioned in a way that hid his tails from view. Now that Sonic had put the pieces together, it was obvious.

The whine that Tails let out was enough confirmation he was right.

“C’mon, bud, let me see,” Sonic tried to coax gently, unsurprised when Tails shook his head immediately. He forced himself not to sigh. He understood Tails’ sensitivity about his tails, but in situations like this, it could be a problem. He had to change tactics. “Alright, I don’t have to see right now. But are you too hurt to walk? I need to know if I have to carry you out of here or not.”

Tails just shook his head again.

“No? No what? No, you can’t walk? No, you don’t need to be carried?”

Tails didn’t answer, just sniffled.

It was easy to forget, sometimes, that Tails was just a kid. With how insanely intelligent he was, and how easily he kept up and fit in with his older friends, it wasn’t always obvious just how young he was. But Sonic knew better than anyone that he was just a child still. And on occasion, in rare situations like this one, he had to be treated like the age he was, and not the age he acted.

“Kid, can you look at me?” No reaction. “C’mon, just for a second?”

Two baby blue eyes opened slowly and met Sonic’s. There were emotions there that he couldn’t read, and that scared him. Sonic knew Tails better than anyone else on the planet; it was rare that he wasn’t able to read him flawlessly at this point.

“I’m still not sure what Eggman did to you, but it was bad, wasn’t it?”

Hesitation, then Tails nodded. Gaia, he looked absolutely miserable. Sonic was about ready to track Eggman down and make him pay, but Tails needed him right now. He had to hope that Amy and Knuckles were giving him a bad time for him.

“I’m not sure if you’re more hurt or more scared, but it’s okay to be feeling those things,” Sonic continued. He wasn’t sure if he was getting through to Tails, but he hoped he was. “You’re gonna be okay though. Whatever happened, it’ll be much better once we get out of here, but that means we actually have to get out first. Which is why I need to know if I have to carry you or not.”

Tails held his gaze in silence for a few seconds, biting at his lower lip. Then he turned his head away. The arms wrapped around his torso tightened. “It’s not gonna get better.”

Oh, Sonic’s heart could break at that. What the hell did Eggman do to his little brother in such a short amount of time to break his spirit like this? “Yeah it will, li’l bro, you’ll see—”

“No it won’t!” Tails didn’t yell as loudly this time, but it still startled Sonic. “You can’t say that, you don’t even… you don’t know what he…” The kid’s breathing started to accelerate, the signs of panic evident. Sonic was completely messing this up.

“Tails,” he said, wincing as he caught the flinch at the name again. “Please just let me help you get out of here. Whatever happened, we can find a way to fix it once we’re safe.”

Tails shook his head again. “It can’t be fixed,” he insisted, voice wavering.

“I doubt that’s true—”

“It can’t. It can’t.”

“Bud—”

“He took it.”

Sonic froze. “...What?”

Tails sniffled. “It’s… he…”

Realization dawned on Sonic like a bucket of ice water being poured over him. He pleaded to every god out there that what he was putting together was wrong.

“Your tails…” Sonic said, feeling like he was going to be sick.

Suddenly, Tails lunged forward and wrapped his arms tight around Sonic, burying his face in Sonic’s chest and letting out a wail. His entire body was shuddering with the force of his sobbing, the wetness of his tears soaking through Sonic’s fur in only a few seconds.

He wrapped his arms tight around his little brother, rubbing his back in a way that he hoped was soothing, gently shushing him and instructing him to breathe. But Sonic felt like he might need someone to console him, too, because he now had a clear look at what had happened.

At the base of Tails’ spine, there were bandages with just enough blood soaking through to be of note. They would have to be changed as soon as they could.

Because where there should be two tails, now sat only one.

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #miles tails prower #cw amputation #angst #whump #i might write a second part to this since. the actual idea that wouldnt leave my mind doesnt actually happen in this part #but i might not write it so i just decided i would post this

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datrava · 11 days

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Scum Villain

#svsss #the scum villain's self saving system #shen jiu #shen qingqiu #cw blood #cw amputation

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whump-in-the-closet · 4 months

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“You’ll regret this.”

Two guards dragged Leader into a small study. Soft rain hit the window, streaking down in droplets.

Behind the desk, Whumper sat with an air of success, leather boots on his desk. He folded his hands and allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. "Ah, he's come to join his companion."

Leader snarled and lunged against the guards. His lip was broken and his nose was bleeding. "Where are they? What have you done with them?" His words were thick with crimson.

Whumper raised a hand--rings flashing in the lamplight-- and one guard hit Leader with the butt of their gun.

Leader winced but remained standing.

They kicked him in the back of his knees and forced him to the ground. Leader held his head as high as he could, blood trickling down his chin and dripping to the floor, refusing to break eye contact with Whumper.

Whumper yanked his boots off his desk and stood. He walked around his desk, slowly, leisurely, like he had all the time in the world.

"You want to try that again?" Whumper drawled, his accent faintly Southern.

Leader tilted his head back and spat a mouthful of blood in Whumper's face. "Where is Whumpee?"

Whumper pulled a handkerchief out of his jacket pocket and wiped away the blood carefully, dabbing at his mustache. He folded the cloth back up and placed it on the desk. Then he slapped Leader across the mouth.

The rings dug deep.

Leader saw bright pinpricks of light and reeled. The next thing he knew, Whumper had grabbed him by his jaw and pulled him close. With a soft rasp, Whumper said, "You're the one at my mercy, boy. Ask politely or keep your mouth shut."

Leader suppressed the urge to bite Whumper's nose. He took a shuddering breath, forcing some resemblance of calm he certainly didn't feel. With a twitch and barely hidden sarcasm, he spat the words out. "Pretty please with a cherry on top, will you tell me where Whumpee is?"

Whumper let go of Leader. He smiled down at him, ignoring Leader's sarcasm. "I'm not a cruel man. I won't just tell you where Whumpee is, I'll show you."

Leader's expression twisted-- not a single emotion disguised but plain to see. Fear. Panic. Worry. Hatred.

Whumper nodded to the guards and they hauled Leader to his feet. Half-dragging him, they followed Whumper down a flight of stairs. And then down another. Whumper unlocked a gated entrance with two flickering lamps beside it.

Leader paled. No. Surely Whumpee wasn't down here-- Surely--

But Whumper, seeing how Leader froze, took hold of the front of his already-torn shirt and hauled him towards the bars of a cell. Whumper pushed him up against it, forcing him to look inside.

"They're even alive," said Whumper. "At least, they were, last time I checked."

Leader's heart jumped from his chest to his throat and stayed there. He thought he just might throw it up.

There was a shape in the back of the small, disgusting cell.

"Whumpee?" he whispered.

Please no.

The shape stirred and two points of light peered up at him.

Oh.

Oh god.

"Whumpee!" Leader gasped.

They had a thin blanket over their shoulders and clutched it close, their arms red with welts. On their right hand, they were missing their index and middle finger.

They stared, from Leader to Whumper, then shrank back against the wall, breaths ragged. They were already pleading softly, "Sorry, I'm s-sorry, I told you everything I-- I told you everything."

Whumper stood uncomfortably close to Leader. Leaning close, he whispered, "Your Whumpee betrayed you for the price of their three remaining fingers. But turns out, I didn't even have to find you. You came to me. Loyalty like yours is remarkable, boy."

Leader never took his eyes off Whumpee and tried to smile at them, "Hey, hey, it's me. It's okay. You'll...It'll be okay." To Whumper, he spat a curse. Then, slowly, with precision, "You'll regret this. I want you to know that."

Whumper only shrugged. "Maybe, maybe not. You're in no position to make threats." He slapped Leader again, lightly. He waved for his guards to take Leader away. "Put him in the one next to Whumpee's."

They dragged the cursing Leader into the cell. The last thing he heard was Whumper's scratchy voice. "I want him to hear Whumpee's screams and know there ain't a thing he can do to help."

#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump community #troy talks #whump scenario #team dynamics #leader whump #team whump #well these guys developed personalities really fast #this was fun thansk for the ask #cw torture #cw amputation #also leader is referred to as 'boy' but he's in his twenties #or early thirties

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prince-liest · 29 days

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Stop iitttt the idea of someone cutting off Lucifer's wings/ him cutting them off to save Charlie is..... it's in my head now. Firmly planted. Especially if we throw in a little extra 'I already went through this once, what's a second round!' spice. I have been struggling to find a good/ believable plot where in I can hurt the guy (lol) and it alwayssss comes back to Charlie or another person he cares about/ doesn't want to see hurt. When someone's holding a knife to the throat of a person you love, better not make any sudden movements and try to comply, especially when you can reason yourself into believing that what happens to you is extremely unimportant. Ugh, you have giving me so much to think about as always...

Okay, it's past 10pm, I can let myself go slightly insane about wingless Lucifer for a little bit now - what a GREAT mental image!!

He has to keep up a cheerful face for Charlie! You know she's going to be deeply upset, she's going to be horrified, she feels the full gravity of the situation! But her deep-set sympathy is not a boon, at least not right now, because he's doing this to protect her and he's damn well not going to let her get hurt further by emotionally scarring her for life or anything! It's fine! Gosh, imagine if he just fell apart, haha - but don't worry, Charlie, it's not that bad. He just has to - breathe through it. It's all good. Don't feel guilty. Don't let the blood he's spilling leave a permanent stain on your relationship.

It's all going to be fine.

#ask #personal #Anonymous #lucifer magne #charlie magne #cw amputation #cw blood #hazbin hotel #my writing #love that we're all just here SEARCHING for a way to hurt our faves lmfao #fuck I need to write more gen lucifer whump/h/c. like for my own emotional well-being. it's on my heirarchy of needs.

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awbarnes-no · 4 months

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closed starter ∶ @marvelmyriad ( bucky )

────── SHE'D BEEN IN THE APARTMENT ON HER OWN FOR TWO WEEKS. And aside from a couple bumps along the way . . . She was actually doing rather well. She wasn't really sure what to do with the space, but she was figuring out how to ( function ) on her own. Something she needed to learn. Something she had never really had the chance to learn. As ironic as it was. Despite not having many people there for her . . . She never got used to being alone.

────── One week and she was actually feeling like she didn't need to have her dad come over every single day to check on her. Now she was proudly only requesting he come by every ( other ) day to check on the . . . ANIMALS. Yeah . . . yeah it was definitely that.

────── And two days into week three, she was on her way home frome Kate's house when it happened. She had felt like she was being ( followed ) and had make quick measures to change her route, not going home but instead heading for where the rest of her family lived. She knew her dad was the type to keep close tabs on his family, and upon seeing how she had been on her way to their house if she did get taken. She already knew he looked at her gps weekly . . . he wasn't that sneaky.

────── They HAD to have known what they were dealing with, and it was obvious when they finally did reveal themselves. She fought the best she could . . . But tranq darts were a bitich, and soon enough they had her . . . and she was on her way BACK HOME . . . Back to SIBERIA.

────── Luckily she had managed to drop her phone on the ground before being thrown into a van, and speeding off. She also managed about ten seconds of recording, but other than that . . . Her last location was all Bucky was going to be able to go off of. Between dozing in and out of sleep, she could only make out little snippets of what they were saying. Something about losing the first fist . . . And that she would be an ACCEPTABLE SECOND. They would soon have another fist of HYDRA.

────── From there she couldn't remember much. Fading in and out of concoiusness too quickly to be able to make anything out. Not until she woke up, strapped to a chair.

────── She couldn't do much. Mostly she could only look around, before she realized that her head, arms, and legs were all secured to the chair/bed she had been placed in. It took a moment for her to focus, and realize she was restrained, before she attempted to get a better look . . . and that was when she saw it.

────── All she saw was metal, and when her eyes focused on where her arm should be, she realized what shap that metal took. Her heart started speeding up, her breath starting to quicken and grow more hyperventelated. The confirmation, and that moment her heart sank was when she looked down, and attempted to move her fingers, and watched the metal appendages move. Whoever it was that did this to her wasn't there. But they'd likely be back soon. She was always going to be sitting with that until help came. ' Because help WAS coming. '

#✡ 《 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 . ────── closed starter. 》#✡ 《 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝 . ────── 01. 》#marvelmyriad #cw amputation #cw post surgery #cw hydra #cw kidnapping

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