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whump-card · 6 months

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This Death That I Chose: Chapter 2

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CW: fear, panic, fever, bad caretaker, derogatory tattoo, pet whump

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Tao sat in Faye’s “waiting room,” a once-upon-a-time mudroom, long since cleared of the previous residents’ boots and jackets. He kept his arms crossed tightly to keep from fidgeting them, but that left his knee to bounce instead.

On either side of him sat Vic and Becca. Becca had understood quickly, of course. She had taken a single scan through the Conservatorium report before nodding up at him, her eyes dark and fierce. Vic took a little more explaining, but once Tao got over his squeamishness and uttered the phrase sexual slavery Vic had joined them in sitting solemnly, silently, waiting for Faye’s verdict.

When Faye finally did appear, stepping out into the waiting room with a grim expression, the three of them watched her with bated breath. She kept them on their toes a moment longer before she spoke, wiping her hands on a flowery dish towel.

“Whoever released him from the Conservatory was a fucking idiot,” she announced, “He needs to be on IV antibiotics for a couple more days. Back to pills after that. A couple weeks and he’ll be fine. I mean, his arm will still be broken, but… relatively speaking.”

“Thank you, Faye,” Becca said, “I don’t know what we would do without you.”

“Aw, shucks.” Faye’s tone was sarcastic, but the praise brought a slanting smile to her face.

“When can we talk to him?”

“He’s still pretty delirious, but that might actually make things easier if you want to try talking to him now.”

“That feels…” Becca shook her head, “Dishonest, I don’t know if I want to do that.”

“Screw honesty,” Tao stood, “I want to know what this guy’s deal is, and I don’t think he’ll tell us if he has a choice.”

“Tao…” Becca warned.

“You heard him in the interrogation room!” Tao argued, “He thinks his presence is putting us in danger. He isn’t going to tell us anything about himself, not willingly. What if he’s from nearby? What if he has family and friends that are still alive? What if they’re here?”

“The chances of that are so slim,” Becca pointed out.

“I’m with Tao,” Vic cut in, “We should use this.”

“Faye?” Becca looked to the doctor for her opinion.

Faye shrugged. “I’m a surgeon, not a shrink. As far as I know, talking to him won’t kill him, so,” she stepped aside and waved to the door behind her, “Have at it.”

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Lark lay in a bedroom upstairs. Faye had removed his shoes, but nothing else, and covered his legs with a light blanket. To avoid overwhelming him, Becca and Vic agreed to wait outside the open door while Tao talked to Lark. He approached slowly, and Lark stirred at the sound of his footsteps. He opened glassy, feverish eyes and they rolled around the room before finding Tao sitting at his bedside. He stared at Tao, his expression blank.

“Hey,” said Tao softly, “What’s your name?”

“Lark,” the young man whispered.

“Okay,” Tao decided to test a theory, “What’s your real name?”

Lark inhaled and his mouth opened and closed, about to form some word – before he stopped and frowned a little.

“Lark,” he echoed.

Almost.

“Where are you from?” Tao took a different approach.

“The Capital.”

“Where did you live before that?”

Lark’s eyes drifted closed.

“No, no before.”

The Capital was only eight years old. ‘No before’ was impossible. Tao sighed. He had another idea. A cruel one.

“Lark,” he deepened his voice, and picked up just a hint of a southern accent. Imitating the voice came disturbingly easily, given how many propaganda videos he’d seen. “It’s me. The Commander.”

Lark’s eyes snapped open and locked onto Tao, and he sucked in a breath.

“Yessir, m’sorry sir,” he mumbled.

Tao’s heart twinged, but he continued.

“I need you to tell me where you lived before you came to the Capital, Lark.”

Lark’s breath came fast, and his good hand twitched where it lay on the covers.

“Poverty. Ruins. You saved me,” he whispered fervently.

“Tell me what your name was back then.”

“Didn’t have one.”

Tao frowned.

“What made me bring you to the Capital?”

“Your grace,” a weak, crazed smile crept onto Lark’s face, “Your gen… generosity, your kindness…”

Tao sat back. Propaganda. It was all propaganda. He needed to dig deeper. He stood up and leaned over Lark.

“We’re going to play a little game.’

Lark’s devoted smile quickly dissolved into a twist of fear, but Tao continued, convinced his idea would work.

“I’m going to ask you questions, and you’re going to answer as fast as possible, alright?”

Lark nodded hastily.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good.” Tao took a moment to collect his thoughts. Then he began.

“What’s your name?”

“Lark.”

“Where do you live?”

“The Capital.”

Who do you serve?”

“You, Commander.”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Y-yellow!”

“Faster! What’s your name?”

“Lark!”

“Where do you live?”

“The Capital!”

Who do you serve?”

“You, sir!”

“What’s your favorite color?”

“Yellow!”

“What’s your mother's name?”

“Mari-” Lark’s breath hitched as he caught himself.

“Marie? Did you say Marie? Tell me!” Out of excitement, Tao unintentionally raised his voice and leaned in closer. Lark pressed back into the pillow and a heartbreaking mewl of terror escaped his lips as he clutched at his broken arm.

“Please don’t, I’m sorry, please!”

Tao jerked back, immediately awash with guilt. “Shit, I’m sorry-”

“Stop it!” Becca marched in. “You’re terrorizing him!” She grabbed Tao by the arm and pulled him away, taking his place.

“Lark?” she spoke gently, sinking down into the chair, “My name is Becca, you’re safe.”

Lark’s eyes stayed trained on Tao, bright with fear, his chest heaving with panicked breaths. Tao pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, feeling ill. He should have known it was a bad idea. It made sense in the moment, but if he had just stopped to think…

“That’s not the Commander, the Commander is far away from here. You’re with the resistance, we’re going to take care of you,” Becca soothed, “We’ll keep you safe.”

Her words only agitated Lark more. He shook his head.

“No, no, he knows where, he’ll come for me, I can’t stay-” Lark started to laboriously push himself upright with his good arm, as if to get out of bed. Becca pressed a hand to his shoulder.

“No, Lark, we’ll protect you, you need to rest now.”

Lark flopped back onto the pillow, but he didn’t stop struggling. He weakly thrashed his legs, kicking off the thin blanket.

“He’ll kill you all,” he sobbed, “He’ll kill you all!”

“Shh, shh, he can’t find us,” Becca tried to soothe him. Meanwhile, Tao was frowning at Lark’s legs. The boy’s kicking had caused the hems of his loose pants to ride up, exposing his calves. There were odd dark lines running up the sides of his legs. Tao reached out and caught a flailing ankle. Lark gasped and fell still and silent at the touch, his feverish stare finding Tao again.

“What are you doing?” Becca snapped.

“Just looking…” Tao frowned. The line wasn’t just a line, it was dense, half-inch-tall text that started just above Lark’s ankle and ran up the outside of his calf, on both legs.

I AM A GOOD PET. I DO WHAT MASTER SAYS. I NEVER TALK BACK. I LET MASTER FUCK -

Tao yanked the pant leg back down, covering the heinous words that followed, and fixed the other leg as well. When he looked up he saw Lark was flushed bright red and looking away; so he knew it was wrong, at least he wasn’t that conditioned.

Becca stood and moved to Tao’s side, concerned by his horrified face.

“What is it?”

Tao lifted the pant leg and turned Lark’s ankle to reveal just the first sentence. Becca’s hand flew to her mouth.

“Is that a tattoo?”

“Yeah,” Tao confirmed grimly.

“Shit!” Becca turned her back on Lark, hiding her face in her hands. “Bastard, bastard…” she mumbled.

“M’sorry,” Lark’s bright eyes were back on Tao, “Please, I’m sorry, please don’t break it.”

Tao dropped Lark’s ankle like a hot coal.

“No one’s… breaking anything,” he growled. He grabbed the blanket and threw it back over Lark’s body.

“Stay. Rest,” he ordered. Lark nodded.

“Yes, sir.”

Becca shuddered and grabbed Tao’s arm, dragging him out of the room.

“That was a fucking disaster!” she exploded as soon as they were out of earshot, on their way down the stairs. “I can’t believe you two talked me into that!”

Tao and Vic, following behind, exchanged a glance.

“I’m really, really, sorry Becca,” Tao said earnestly, “I didn’t mean to scare him that bad, I just… I had a dumb idea and I ran with it.”

“‘Dumb’ is an understatement!” Becca whirled to face him in the once-living room, now-intake room. “That boy’s been through an unbelievable amount of trauma, and you used it against him!”

“He did find out the mother’s name,” Vic pointed out.

“Oh, yeah, ‘Marie,’ that’s super helpful,” Becca said sarcastically, “We can just look up all the Maries in the phonebook and call them, ask if they’re missing a son.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” Tao was getting a little desperate. “It won’t happen again.”

“Fucking promise me Tao, right now,” Becca raised her voice, “That you won’t pull any shit like that, ever again!”

It was sinking in, just how badly he’d screwed up. Lark’s terrified face flashed through Tao’s mind, causing painful twinges of guilt in his stomach.

“It won’t,” he said, his voice low and deadly serious, “I promise.”

“Good,” Becca huffed, “Because if anyone fucks with him again, I’m bringing down hell.”

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Taglist: @angst-after-dark, @sunshiline-writes, @flowersarefreetherapy, @pigeonwhumps

#whump #whump fic #whump writing #this death that i chose #pet whump #bad caretaker #cw fear #cw panic #cw fever #cw derogatory tattoo

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stab-the-koala · 1 year

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Sup ya beautiful people <333 it’s been a while, but I’m back! Mostly cuz my desire to hurt pathetic anthro men with wolves has returned to me, thanks to a specific cat in shoes… and here he is!

#orchard draws #puss in boots #puss in boots spoilers #puss in boots the last wish #puss in boots the last wish spoilers #pibtlw #pib tlw #pib tlw spoilers #pibtlw spoilers #puss in boots death #puss in boots wolf #puss in boots lobo #cw fear #cw blood #cw size difference #cw sharp objects #and you may be thinking.#hey you’re not dead dove orchid. you’re orchard!#well my beautiful people I am indeed orchid. dead dove orchid was a name I decided on for a very old acct #and when I wanted to make a dead dove-esc tumblr acct I wanted to use that name.#but I confused myself and wrote orchard instead of orchid.#even tho the original acct was based around flowers not trees #so yeah I dun diddly messed up my own name when I made this acct.#clarification: I am orchid. not orchard. my sing draws have orchard on them cuz I stupid #anyways uhhhh #love y’all and I miss y’all <333 #<- I say as I hyperfixated on sing 2 for three days‚ drew some angst‚ interacted with one person then left #but still!!!!

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starmeadowsystem · 10 months

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I've had a game idea bouncing in my head for a while but i don't have the skills to make it and probably won't for the foreseeable future, so instead I want to make it a collaborative comment-driven roleplaying project.

Content Warnings include, but will not be limited to: fascism, genocide, intense violence, fear-based imagery, (possible?) sexual content, major character death, torture, and strong language.

The story is an adult dark fantasy horror where you play as a mysterious winged rabbit in the nation of Veldant, a country currently in the process of exterminating its rabbit population. Your task will be to survive, take care of your kin, and (by extension, hopefully) stop the genocide against your kind. Along your journey you will encounter horrors and mysteries alike, as well as a bunch of survivors who you can form ties with.

You will run, you will fight, and maybe, just maybe, you will be able to thrive.

So what does everyone think of this? It'll probably still be a little while before I figure out everything, so this may take a short while.

-Stella

#cw genocide #cw fascism #cw violence #cw fear #cw torture #cw sexuality #cyoa #rpg #horror #dark fantasy #starmeadowsystem #souls of the broken warrens #sotbw #as a writer #it's my responsibility to handle these things with care #so I promise to do so

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selfshippingquotes · 2 years

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S/I: I'm afraid I can't do that, F/O.

F/O: What are you afraid of?

F/O: Do not be scared.

#f/o #self ship #selfship #selfshipping #f/o x s/i #selfship quotes #fictional other #romantic f/o #platonic f/o #familial f/o #tw fear #fear tw #cw fear #fear cw

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soulsfthebrokenwarrens · 9 months

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About

Ran by: @starmeadowsystem, with aid from @rougewitchfox

Age Rec: 17+

Content Warnings: genocide, fascism, torture, blood, intense violence, dismemberment, fear-based imagery, mild/potential sexual content, major character death. This is not an exhaustive list, and more tags will be added as the story goes on.

Genre: dark fantasy, horror

Synopsis: You are a mysterious winged rabbit. You don't have access to your past, but you do know you're still alive for a purpose far bigger than yourself.

For years, the nation of Veldant has been killing rabbits and has already left a large body toll. They have made it clear that they won't stop until they're all dead. The task at paw is clear, is it not?

Maybe you can live a little, too.

So this is going to be like an interactive comic/cyoa with at least one image per decision because honestly I really want to tell this story in some way and I think this would be an interesting medium for it. The only problem with hosting this on Tumblr is that it may not be its permanent home. Who knows thus far tbh.

Archive under the read more click.

Prologue

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>Naturally rugged look, couldn’t groom themselves even if they wanted to. Friendly-looking face. Pale gray, a dusty blue speckle. Dark eyes. skinny, hungry frame. Long twitching ears. Old bite scar on the flank.

>?????

Chapter 1

>Fly up to see if you can spot anything in the distance. Find a nearby vantage point of some kind (a rock or small hill) and get a good look of the surroundings.

>head upstream along the river, where it should be narrower, in search for a crossing.

>Brace yourself and prepare for an attack.

>Take a moment to get your heartbeat back under control. "It's ok.. You're also alone, I can ask you the same question"

>Juniper and his warren seem to be the only chance we have for survival in this desolate land, we should follow him. "Sure, why not."

>Despite just meeting this guy, you trust him. Plus mysterious blue orbs won't hurt you... Right? Go in.

>It’s probably best to break this awkward silence. “Uhm.. hello there. Could someone please tell me what’s going on?”

>"...are you sure that was me? I don't remember living on an island. Then again, I don't remember much in general..."

>We start walking along with Juniper, waiting to be shown around. “Uhm.. I- why do we need to travel outside? Isn’t it dangerous up there?”

>"Den cause that seems cool"

#souls of the broken warrens #sotbw update #cw genocide #cw fear #cw violence #cw death #cw fascism #cw torture #cw blood #cw dismemberment

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egginfroggin · 7 months

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Snippet from a fic for Whumptober day 6: "It should have been me"

An alternate series of events for chapter 4 of I Told You So; nobody has a good time, Sabi is very unhappy, and Emmet gets to experience emotional damage.

Notes: blood, serious injury (specifically: seriously injured child), fear, threats of hypothermia and frostbite

Nobody dies, though.

Please let me know if I need to change any of the tags or add any tags.

Happy reading.

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It was everywhere, the white, the cold, the snow, the ice, the chill – caked onto his eyelashes as he squinted, trying to keep his eyes from freezing open or shut, shoved into his boots from running, dusting his clothes and Sabi’s messy bangs, covering the blue of his own scarf that was wrapped around her forehead.

The burning in his lungs and the need to leave made him dictate that this was safe enough. He dropped to his knees, curling around the tiny girl wrapped in his coat, and fumbled with the satchel at his waist. His fingers shivered with cold and rapidly encroaching fear – fear that seemed to be drawing closer and closer like a beast that had been kept at bay as he ran and was now free to catch up – but eventually caught and yanked the satchel open, reaching in to pull out the Celestica Flute.

He didn’t bother with the melody, didn’t bother with any sense of decorum or propriety or drawing up any of the learned skill he’d needed to figure out how to play in the first place – he just fitted his lips around the flute, ignoring how the frigid surface almost tried to cling to them, and blew.

Sabi gave a protesting sound at the blast of noise, the off-key, high-pitched scream that flew from the instrument. She whined, and he quickly dropped the flute to the snow in order to shush her.

Her eyes flickered open, looking up at him, and he was briefly ripped back to the marshes – back to finding her, as still and silent as the corpse of her mother he rolled off of her, soaked in brackish water and mud and blood that wasn’t her own –

Emmet shook his head, shaking the thoughts away – her eyes then had been too bright, and her eyes now were terribly dull.

“Do not move,” he said, lifting a hand to dust snow off of her face and hair. “I will call again. Do not move.”

He plucked up the flute again, blowing another pair of harsh, sharp notes into the mounting storm. They sang over the wind, and he knew that Lord Braviary would hear.

A deathly caterwaul sounded from behind him, bringing the reminder that his Noble was not the only one who would hear.

#warden sabi #subway boss emmet #submas #whumptober 2023 #cw injury #cw fear #all fictional #i told you so au #eggin's writings #it's bad time for blorbo hours again #nobody is happy in this situation #so yeah y'all remember how emmet got injured by a zoroark in chapter 4?#yeah sabi basically harassed emmet into bringing her along #and bad stuff happened #emmet is physically mostly okay #emotionally and psychologically he's having a time of it #and sabi is injured and very out of it #again. nobody is happy in this #but nobody dies it's okay

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acerathia · 10 months

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i need to talk abt it, okay? cw for fear and its repercussions on the mental state of a person

The basic forms of fear are connected to our state of mind to our environment, being stretched out between two big antinomies, in which we live in an unsolvable polarity and contraction.

This world obeys four impulses, to which we establish four requirements:

The first requirement expects us to be unique individuals, with boundaries, with a distinctive personalities, and not an exchangeable person living in the masses. With that, all kinds of fear are given, it threatens us by simply being different from each other. This way one can fall from the comfort of belonging and be thrust into loneliness and isolation. We experience the loneliness of the individual with fear. Because the more we differentiate from others, the lonelier we get, and just like that are exposed to insecurities, ignorance, and rejection.

The second requirement wants us to trust in the world, in life, and in the people around you; to get involved with the Not-Self, with the strange; to be in exchange with the Ones-Apart. That means dedication to life, in the broadest sense. Connected to that is all fear of losing your Self, getting dependent, surrendering yourself; to sacrifice yourself for others, and the expectations getting higher every time. This focuses on dependence and the fact that you might lose yourself within. If we don't risk that, you might end up like an isolated individual without connections and belonging, and we might never truly experience the self or the world quite right. That's the first antinomy, a paradox between self-preservation and self-realization, and surrender and oblivion.

The third requirement tells us to strive towards continuance. We should settle and adapt in this world, plan the future, be filled with determination, as if we're living indefinitely, as if the world is stable, and as if we could see into the future. With the current knowledge that our life could be over at any given moment. With this requirement, the fear of transience and irrational unpredictability develops: the fear of venturing into the new, of the possible uncertainty. The fear of simply letting yourself get dragged along in life. But would we renounce that continuance, we wouldn't be able to create and to realize.

The fourth requirement consists of being ready to change. To accept change and evolution, to give up the familiar, tradition and habits, to detach yourself from the current achievements. To accept everything as a simple stage, rather than something permanent. By being open to new things and risking the unknown, the fear of getting detained by the rules, laws and necessity emerges. Contrary to the third requirement, where death seems like transience, death in this case is finality. If we're giving up taking risks, we might get stuck in habits, a monotonous repetition, and time and our environment will overtake us. That's the second antinomy, that we should seek endurance and change, and overcome the fears of transience and the necessity.

#i needed to get that out of my system lol #why should i have studied that and not just vomit it at any given point?#and i didn't even get to the interesting part abt the effects fear has on the human psyche. but now I am exhausted oops #cw fear #cw psychology of fear #stuck in the web

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