#dehydration cw

[fletcherwilbury]

@whumptober Day 13: "I don't feel so good."

Warning for Physical combat, verbal abuse, malnutrition, dehydration, injury, illness, vomiting, misgendering

#whumptober #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 13 #“I don't feel so good.” #tmnt #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 donnie #tmnt 2012 casey jones #tmnt 2012 tiger claw #jonatello #physical combat cw #verbal abuse tw #malnutrition cw #dehydration cw #injury tw #illness cw #vomiting tw #misgendering tw

[stories-of-the-multiverse]

"You are not ascending to godhood, you're just dehydrated."

"OUTTA MY WAY, LEZZIE, I'M BOUTTA LIBERATE MY DIVINE SELF FROM THIS MORTAL SHELL!!!"

...

"... hopital..."

"On it..."

#Crack #Princess Charlie #Vox #Vivziepop CW #Dehydration CW #Mobile Post #Verse: Video Beat the Radio Star #When the self neglecting disaster bisexuals live together- #Wow I made. These two have a surprising more in common than I meant to holy shit-

[splendidissimus]

August 2001 - Thirst

((Content warning: captivity, bondage, dehydration, neglect, degradation))

((Promptspiration: @whumptober-archive 2023: day 24: Neglect ))

Genre: whump

Romance level: none

Angst level: 4/5

Draco's headspace: focused / philosophical

((words: ~1200))

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Aguamenti. Aguamenti. Aguamenti.

Draco focused on the spell. The sound of it. The shape of it. The feel of it. The feel of the motion of the wand, the feel of the words, the feel of the magic flowing through them both.

He needed water. More than sleep, more than food, more than freedom, he needed water. He didn't know how long he had been locked here — it felt like days, but his sense of time was famously unreliable, particularly when he wasn't sleeping. Maybe it was just a single day that felt like forever. Maybe he had lost so much time it was a week. But he did know he hadn't had anything to drink since Rowle found him. His lips were so dry and cracked they hurt. His head pounded with a slow ache that seized a band around his brow and temples and squeezed. His throat felt swollen almost shut. His mouth was hot and thick and gummy, tongue laying like a dead thing, desperate for relief. 

He would have cast the Cruciatus on someone just for a bit of cold metal. Something. Anything, just to lift this suffering.

Aguamenti. Aguamenti. Aguamenti.

He didn't have his wand, obviously… This wasn't a spell he had ever cast wandlessly, that he could remember. His mind wasn't good for remembering much right now, but he thought he would remember that cool, beautiful fountain of clear water. Even if he had, though, this wasn't the type of situation he could perform wandless magic in. Wandless magic required pure, crystalline focus, a diamond of willpower and clarity to channel the spell through. To hold the details of the spell, the shape of it, to perfectly replicate the pathways of the motion of the wand without actually performing them, a feat of visualisation and intention that could carve it out of the empty air.

Pain, fear, cold... thirst… those did not lend themselves to focus and clarity of thought. Even his desperation for water didn't help, it hindered. You couldn't just want something for magic to happen. There was more to it than that. His need for water, his preoccupation with water, they got in the way of getting the water. He could perfectly envision a tall, clear glass of pristine water, with beads of condensation on the outside teetering on the brink of falling, just on the edge of gravity's authority. He could hear the sound of a fountain if he but wished to, the bubbling gurgle and spray of fine mist that would fall out into the garden with the slightest breeze. A windowpane holding back the rain, racing drops against each other as they carved channels down the cold glass.

But those were fantasies. Those weren't magic. Those weren't the shape and form and feel and intention of the spell. They could not make water exist just by wanting it to. 

And more mundanely, but more pressing, perhaps… even when he cast magic without his wand, he still used his hands. Sometimes echoing the motion of the wand, or a shorthand of it, or else a motion that encapsulated the intention of the spell. Think Accio and reach, it came naturally. At the least, a focus and channel for his magic. He had seen Dumbledore and Snape do wandless magic, and even they, most often, still did it with their hands. And now his hands were bound behind him. 

Everything he knew said he couldn't cast the spell. The only thing that said otherwise was that he needed to.

Aguamenti. He focused not on the spell but on Occlumency techniques, compartmentalisation, taking hold of the distractions of fantasies and pain and dread and trying to put them away, out of his reach. To clear his mind so there was space for the spell, to narrow his focus so there was nothing else. 

Aguamenti. Remember, analyse, feel the shape of it. Not the word, but the way the power filled the word, poured into it and spread out to fill every sound and syllable, was contained and shaped by its borders. Not the motion of the wand, but the way it felt to move it, the flow of his arm and the power channelled by his stance into a single dancing point. The result, not the water, a mere byproduct, but the way willpower was converted from the abstract into the physical at that point, the point where magic was transmuted into creation. Assemble it all into one perfect form.

Aguamenti. 

He could feel it when it happened, willpower becoming magic becoming water, and the water itself was almost secondary to that sense of wholeness. The conjured water sprang from the centre of his palm, lacking a wand for it to emanate from as he did. It was cold and quick, soaking the seat of his pants and pooling around his bare feet. He made a strangled sobbing noise and bent over his knees, breath hitching; he might have cried if he had the tears for it.

He twisted his hands, bending desperately however he could to get his face to the water, but he could in no way get them in front of him. The water splashed uselessly against his back or down his leg, but did not come anywhere near his parched mouth. He had cast it, against all odds he had made water, it was right there, but he still couldn't have it… It would only taunt him to madness or death.

If he could catch the water… In the darkness, he had no way of checking, but what he knew said there was nothing to act as a container, and even if there were some broken bowl or dusty dish in a corner, he had no way of finding it. 

This was all that there was. The water pouring from his hand and pooling in the dirt at his feet, soaking into the dusty earthen floor of the cellar. 

He bowed his head, eyes squeezed tightly closed and chest burning with crawling shame. 

He let the water flow for as long as he could stand it, the musical splashes torture against his need, and when he was going to lose his mind or die, he clenched his hand closed and cut off the spell, his only lifeline to water which he may never be able to cast again, and shuffled over on his knees. His aching legs awoke in pain and pins and needles for the affront, and he hissed as they cramped up, but forced himself to move awkwardly anyway, before the water was gone.

He bent over and set his face cautiously to the mud, feeling around until he found a tiny puddle of water pooled in a trench dug by his foot at some point, not yet quite absorbed by the thirsty earth. And he set his lips to it, and he drank, cautiously at first and then greedily, spitting aside grit and filth and then going back for more, until it was gone.

#whumptober2023 #no.24 #neglect #fic #harry potter #humiliation cw #dehydration cw #kidnapping cw #draco malfoy #hp fanfic #fanfic #draco whumpee #death eater whumper #draco is competent #splendidissimus writing #whumptober 2023

[lazylittledragon]

mombin pt 7 <33

(1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)

#stranger things #mombin #platonic stobin #steve harrington #robin buckley #cw pregnancy #tw emetophobia #rip robin #you know it's bad when steve 'it's not broken just walk it off' harrington has to drag you to the hospital #idk about anyone else but when i haven't slept or i'm really dehydrated it's like i'm drunk

[mobius-m-mobius]

LOKI APPRECIATION WEEK 2023 | for @dailyloki Day 5 : Favorite Loki's clothes : The God of Stories suit

#loki #tom hiddleston #lokiweek2023 #mcuedit #lokiedit #marveledit #dailyloki #don't really have the file quality or ability to gif in flashing light this scene requires but i love it so here goes! #one of the most visually stunning moments i've seen in ages #even if my memories of it are forever associated with crying to the point of dehydration lmao #(which because it's me technically started while watching mobius back in the time theater but still 😅) #marvel #dianagifs #flashing cw

[lynxgriffin]

Eldritchrune - Revival

1 | 2 | 3 Story Setup Eldritchrune Masterpost

After a truly miserable experience, Kris is revived back in Ralsei's castle and can take a bit of a breather. Maybe some forbidden arcane knowledge can solve their problem!

#lynx art #Eldritchrune #deltarune au #kris #ralsei #cw: dehydration mention #the macaroni manual comes in handy! #and Ralsei definitely doing his best to endear the eldritch beasts to them

[pocketseizure]

There are three details in this image of Ganon that I find interesting. First, his ears are definitely round. Second, the upper portion of the shoulder ornament facing the camera bears the Gerudo crest, but the lower portion seems to be fashioned after the crest of Hyrule (the spread-winged eagle seen on the Hylian shield and Zelda’s apron in Ocarina of Time). And third... what are those awful holes in his arm?

#Zelda speculation #Tears of the Kingdom #Ganondorf #Dehydrated Ganondorf #and fourth #his long and flowing and beautiful hair #lol Nintendo #cw horror

[alien-memes1249]

Dehydrated, Pathetic worm, goofy guy that we all love ✨

#idia shroud #twst wonderland #twst idia #pathetic loser #ortho shroud #ortho twst #twsited wonderland #dehydration #artwork #artists on tumblr #art #cw: character death

[hidden-havven]

SPIDERMAN Y SPIDERWOMAN

leo's is a bit older than roier's, but ive been sitting on these two drawings for a while, I wanted to post them with the batfoolish and lobo nocturno when I finish them but I don't have de energy to even start them (； T.T)),,

#i am back from the trenches (passing out every couple of hours from dehydration) #qsmp fanart #qsmp roier #qsmp leonarda #dont look too hard i know leo's anatomy looks whack #and leo's symbol is supposed to be a spider and a dragon idk if it reads that way #also #against my better judgment i gave roier 6 arms and 8 eyes because its what he deserves #cw eyestrain #?? just in case #bc the background is at max saturation #i found the dotted brush on krita so this happened #off topic but #so much happened in yesterday and the day before's streams like #maxo in jail??. the entire dinner with the codes. the maxo vs elq fight. pac e mike wo wo kidnapping by foolish. #celbit enrichment with more puzzles. fit working as fed janitor. walterbob DIED???? W H A T ? #G E G G D I ED ??? ?? H U HHH??? '' ???? #THEY MEANT A LOT TO ME ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽

[writingphoenix]

WoW Birthday Whump Day 3

This is Day 3 of @whumperofworlds's prompt event. If you want to read Day 2, you can find that here.

Prompt: Crying / "Why...?"

Nathan stared at the door where the man had disappeared. His chance for water, company, an explanation of what the heck was going on, all of it disappeared with the man. 

He let himself collapse back onto the floor. What little hope he had of rescue or someone to keep him from dying was quickly fading. He didn’t know why he was kidnapped, he didn’t understand. Hours passed by and he lay there. 

The door opened again. Nathan looked up but couldn’t summon the energy to move like he had before. The man was back, same as last time. He had a new bottle of water. Nathan stared at it longingly. He was too afraid that the man would leave if he spoke again so he just stared. Something tickled his cheek and he realized he was crying. 

The man suddenly grinned. He tossed the water bottle at Nathan and then he was gone. Nathan scrambled to catch the precious liquid and had already finished half the bottle before he realized it might be better to save some. He only waited about half an hour before he couldn’t stand it any longer and finished the bottle. 

He slept after that, though for how long he didn’t know. He was woken up by the door opening again. The man was empty handed this time. Nathan forced himself up so he was sitting and stared back at the man. Finally, he couldn’t help himself and caved to the questions burning in his mind.

“Why…” he started, then started coughing as the dryness caught his throat. “Why am I here?”

His captor stared at him in silence for another minute and Nathan didn’t dare move or speak again. Finally, the man spoke, his grin sending chills down Nathan’s back.

“I have a job for you. I think you will be ready to begin your training tomorrow.”

Nathan couldn’t look away from him and couldn’t speak. A million questions raced through his mind but he couldn’t say anything. Then the man left and Nathan was alone again.

#whump #whump writing #whumpblr #whump series #wow birthday whump #wow birthday whump day 3 #crying #“why...?” #cw dehydration #cw captivity #cw kidnapping

[gracejones]

think the s.a.d kicked in today lads. the sun started to set around 1pm and I immediately went into the worst depressive spiral I’ve had in a long time

#I’m also tired dehydrated hungry out of my meds and feeling rejection sensitivity at an all time high right now #a cocktail of sadness atm #personal #cw depression #cw seasonal affective disorder

[linkspussy]

which link tends to have the most yellow piss?

Who can visit one of Three Unique Ground Locations, two of which are located in areas of extreme heat?

This bastard

#askbox #tw unsanitary #cw unsanitary #ADBH (Assigned dehydrated by Hylia)

[redd956]

Mini Whump Prompt 51

Plantfolk/Druid whumpees terribly dehydrated of water, having a cup of salt water poured on them

#whump #whump prompt #mini whump prompts #mini whump prompt #plant whump #plantfolk whumpee #druid whumpee #dehydration whump #cw dehydration #nonhuman whumpee

[francesderwent]

if Lockwood & Co was on the CW, then when Lucy woke up Lockwood because Annabel Ward’s ghost was in the house, he would never have bothered to put on a shirt. the trio would have been fighting a ghost together for the first time, and George would have had no trousers, Lockwood would have had no shirt, and (let’s be honest) Lucy would probably have been in a sports bra and shorts.

#there were several moments like that. #where I was all ready to go ‘UGH that’s gratuitous’ #but it never is actually! #lockwood is shirtless for approximately two seconds #the camera pans away while he puts his shirt on #there’s a shot of him buttoning up his shirt in a later episode but it’s very short and it’s from the side #they don’t zoom in on his rippling dehydrated abs #they don’t even linger #was it necessary? no. but it wasn’t CW levels of unnecessary #cate liveblogs! #cate watches l&c

[gaycicada]

I cannot accept a Harrow drawing that is not at least this scrimbly. I refuse to except any depiction of her with healthy lips

#dermatologists LOVE her #so so dehydrated #no sleep #shameless #I’m not kidding Ianthe probobly tasted blood that time she kissed Harrow #she’s insane #the character ever #harrowhark nonagesimus #harrow the first #harrow the 9th #harrowhark the ninth #harrowhark fanart #ianthe the third #ianthe tridentarius #ianthe fanart #ianthe the first #cw ianthe #Ianthe the freak #harrow x ianthe #tlt ianthe #like a sock with mold in it #I’m sure she’d be a great cook if she hadn’t royally fucked up her brain