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support · 7 years ago
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Everything Okay?
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herobymoonlight · 2 days ago
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First ask of the day for me so far so let’s get em! Hero x villain where during a fight Hero gets tangled in something and falls into deep water. Villain who sees this happen and refuses to let their crush worst enemy die, jumps in after them and saves their life!
I had so much fun with this! I decided to knock out two birds with one stone and do a bad things happen bingo square while I was at it!
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BTHB Prompt: Tranq Dart
Fandom: Original Characters
CW: Drowning, near death, tranquilizer dart
A lot of things had gone wrong for Villain today.
Their day had started off with their sidekick calling in sick, followed by a couple of henchmen needing to take medical leave. Then, their first fight of the day with their love Hero had gotten inturrupted by the hero’s team. And then, the weapon that they’d spent months creating got knocked off the shelf while they were babysitting their little sibling.
The only saving grace for this terrible day was that they had managed to get ahold of the hero and requested demanded for them to meet them by the docks for an evening fight after the morning one had so rudely gotten inturrupted.
Now, as they approached the agreed upon meeting place, Villain couldn’t help the giddy feeling in their chest.
The hero was standing dramatically on the edge of the largest dock, their back to the villain. Villain had to take a moment to compose themself and hide their excitement before they could announce their arrival.
“Hero,” Villain called, barely containing the excitement edging their voice. “I don’t very much appreciate your team interrupting our fight this morning.”
“Villain,” Hero returned, turning around. “Not to worry. I had a long talk with them about-“ the hero put their hands up for air quotes- “‘the right time and place to intervene in a teammate’s fight.’”
Villain nodded solemnly. “Of course. But I’m still not happy with you. And for that-“ Villain reached into their pocket and pulled out a tranq gun.
Hero ducked as Villain fired the first shot. It narrowly missed them, skimming their shoulder. They lost their balance as a wave crashed onto the dock.
“Excessive much?” Hero huffed, pushing themself back up as their foe approached.
“Consider it your punishment for not having ‘the right time and place’ talk sooner,” Villain shot back, reloading the gun. “It’ll only put you to sleep for an hour, and you’ll wake up in my arms like you always do.”
Hero gave them a charming smile, getting ready to take a step forward. Another wave crashed against the dock right as they set their foot down on a pile of fishing nets strewn haphazardly across the dock from the last wave that hit.
The entire dock shook as Villain shot again, sending both crashing to the ground.
But unfortunately, Villain hadn’t missed.
And there was another, bigger wave coming.
Villain cried out the hero’s name as they lay unmoving on the dock. When the wave hit, it sent both people flying off the dock.
Villain struggled to swim back up to the surface under the weight of all their gear and weapons. Frantically, they undid everything they could reach and pushed up towards the surface.
When they reached the surface, they could see the sinking body of the hero not far from where they were. It was a mad dash to get to them before Hero’s unconscious body ran out of air.
When they reached the hero, they took one deep breath and began swimming downwards until they felt the fabric of the hero’s costume on their fingers.
Villain wasn’t quite sure how they made it back to the surface and to the beach, but thank god the beach hadn’t been far from where they had fallen in at.
The villain laid them on their back and began CPR, frantically checking their weak pulse every two seconds and giving them as much air as the villain could spare. They weren’t dead yet, but they would be soon if the villain didn’t act fast.
They could hear shouting from farther down the beach, something about someone yelling that there was a villain on the beach.
Their head shot up and he could see three fishermen staring and pointing at him, on top of the hero, performing CPR.
“Don’t just stand there!” They shouted at them. “Call an ambulance!” They looked back down at the hero as soon as they saw one of them pulling out their phone.
“Don’t die on me, Hero, don’t die,” they whispered, giving them yet another emergency breath. They wanted so badly for them to wake up, but the tranq dart ensured that that wouldn’t happen for at least an hour.
They breathed a sigh of relief when the hero’s unconscious form began coughing up water. Villain flipped them over and began patting their back, encouraging all the water to come up. Both people’s pulses steadied, eliciting another deep sigh of relief from Villain. They would be ok. Help would come, Hero would wake up, and they could both go home and rest. To their home.
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daifei · 2 months ago
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FLOOD
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raspberry-arev · 2 months ago
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Hel: The Short Comic
I want to share something very personal now. It’s not fandom and it’s been an idea in my head and notes app for almost 2 years. It’s about mythology, mental health lows, and healing through magical transformations by ancient goddesses.
I’ve always wanted to draw my take on those magical sapphic comics floating around Tumblr. Can’t find one right now, but I love them to death. WLWs will really see a mythical being, ask “is anyone gonna kiss that?” and not wait for an answer
TW: SUICIDE
TW: DEATH
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metfell · a month ago
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"There was no way to keep time, no light for him to see much of anything in the constraining box he was trapped in. The glass felt like it was closing in on him, as suffocating and claustrophobic as his life had felt with the overwhelming stress of picking sides and losing friends and not trusting anyone, not even himself.
Over three months of being trapped in a glass box, but no matter how hard she pounded on the glass, it never broke. It was a small mercy that it never shattered, considering the room he was stuck in was slowly filling with water. It was too dark to see how high the water had become but he could hear the constant rushing of it, a steady, terrifying stream."
so @memorybooks aka @ranboopostsstuff has the best concept for a ranboo limbo ive ever read. it was painful.
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lost-shoe · 3 months ago
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Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014)
Whumptober 2021
No. 11 DROWNING
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kkoct-ik · 4 months ago
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mornings of exile
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http-xxaxx · a year ago
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I have never felt more alone and disconnected from people.
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whump-side · 3 months ago
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Whumptober 2021
No. 11 - JUST KEEP SWIMMING
adrift | drowning | dehydration
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the-modern-typewriter · 3 months ago
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Hello! How are you? I hope your day has been well. I'm not sure if you are still taking requests, but if you are, could you please do a snippet where the hero is left to die drowning in a lake by their "mentor", and the villain saves them? Thank you :)
The hero had never been a strong swimmer. There had been some rudimentary lessons at school but - well, water or getting wet wasn't really their thing. Fire and water were a somewhat classic for not getting along.
They'd always told their mentor that they thought drowning might just be the worst way ever to die.
So. Here they were.
Drowning.
Dying.
Because of their mentor.
The weights on their legs, on their wrists, pulled them steadily down down down into the dark. Their lungs strained. Their screams, their wit, were useless when to open their mouth was only to die faster.
The surface shrank further away still, or maybe that was their vision tunnelling. Maybe that was the opposite of going to the light.
Their eyes closed.
Their eyes flew open again.
Lips pressed again their own, a body reeling back as the hero spasmed and coughed, rolling to retch up mouthfuls of murky lake water on the bank. They could feel their body shaking, shivering, with cold.
A familiar voice swore. Unfamiliar fingers carded through the hero's damp hair, holding it out of their face, lingering on their unsteady pulse.
The hero skittered back.
The villain held their hands up in surrender.
The hero stared at them, too numb with betrayal and shock to even consider panic or fury. Too cold. The spark of them didn't want to come anymore.
Their mentor had left them to die.
Not just left. The hero couldn't think of it. Their brain flinched from the memory, drawing back, only able to poke at it the way a tongue may tentatively examine a rotten tooth.
"You're okay." The relief on the villain's face was both bewildering and obvious. "I thought I was too late."
The hero blinked at them.
The villain was as soaked through as the hero felt, clothes clinging to them, droplets of water dripping down their cheek like tears.
Oh. Were those tears?
No. Couldn't be.
The hero felt sick with water.
"Right," the villain cast a look around them. "Fire powers. You need heat. Warmth. You must be freezing!" They came up with nothing, no jacket or convenient blankets.
"You saved me." The hero's teeth chattered.
The villain flushed, and the hero could feel the warmth of it like a siren call, even at a distance. It felt warmer than any of the blood in their own body. The hero edged closer, without even thinking about it, but didn't close the gap. Wary.
The villain cleared their throat. "Yeah. I - yeah. I thought they might try something, you know? I just didn't think -"
Something clicked, even through the fog. "That's why you were always following me. Stalking me. My mentor-" The hero's voice faltered.
Their mentor had always said that the villain was simply obsessive, a creep with a crush. But it had never been that, had it? Their mentor had always been perfect when someone was watching them. It didn't matter if the person watching was a villain; they were still a witness. That was why they had to come to the lake in the first place, because even if the hero didn't like it, the middle of a lake wasn't somewhere the villain could eavesdrop on their plans with their super-hearing.
The hero wrapped their arms around themselves and it did nothing to make them feel warm.
"Yeah." The villain tried for a smile; an uncertain thing. "I - yeah."
Of course the villain hadn't liked them. Even their own mentor apparently didn't like them - not enough not to try and -
The hero squeezed their eyes shut, choking on a sob, or maybe more water. They wiped their mouth.
It had been (even if they knew it had been wrong) nice to have the villain like them. They felt like even more of an idiot.
"We need to get you warm," the villain said, with such gentleness that the hero wasn't sure they could bear it. "Come on. Can you stand? We need-" The villain swallowed, and held out a hand. "We need to get you warm. Please."
The urgency in the villain's voice felt distant too. That was probably a bad sign of how well the hero was not doing. They tried to summon up some of the survival instincts that had kept them thrashing and struggling in the water until they couldn't anymore.
It was so cold.
The villain's arm wrapped around them, warmwarmwarm, pulling the hero unsteadily to their feet.
The hero nuzzled in, thoughtlessly, with a sigh of relief and...oh. Their brain cleared a little again. Sharpened a little back to its usual edge. They tensed, but didn't pull away.
The villain's other arm wrapped around them too, cupping the back of the hero's neck in a firm embrace, holding them close.
"You saved me," the hero said again. "We're enemies."
"No." The villain pressed a kiss to their forehead, and it blazed with heat, like a match to kindling. "You were never my enemy. You are a goddamn treasure, okay? And you didn't deserve this."
There was too much to unpick. The hero's lungs hurt. The cold and the water still sucked at them, threatened to pull them down down down and they didn't want to go back to that place. They didn't want to die.
But there was the villain.
Their eyes met - another spark, another flare, another resuscitation.
Maybe vigilance was its own tenderness, too, sometimes. Maybe it was all more and less than what their mentor had painted the world as.
"Good." The villain adjusted their grip, and didn't pull away either. "Let's get the hell away from this lake."
And they did.
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feral-ballad · 3 months ago
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Alejandra Pizarnik, tr. by Yvette Siegert, from Extracting The Stone of Madness: Poems 1962-1972 ; “The short cantos”
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livingforthewhump · 2 months ago
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Okay, yeah, you got me on the whump, I know I already told you that but I love it. Have you ever done cold water torture as a prompt? And if not could you write it for me? Please Claire?
okay I actually had WAY more fun writing this than I thought I would
Whumpee was sitting on the floor, absently staring at nothing in particular. A pair of shoes crossed their vision, and their eyes flicked up to look at Whumper’s gentle face.
“I have something ready for you, dove,” Whumper smiled, pulling Whumpee up off the floor. Whumpee clenched their jaw and didn’t react. Didn’t react.
Just let them do what they want. Fighting them will only make things worse.
“Still giving me the silent treatment, huh?” Whumper laughed lightly, watching Whumpee’s jaw clench, eyes purposefully unfocused and staring straight at the wall.
Whumper caught their thin wrist in their hand and started pulling them down the hallway, speeding up at the thought of what was waiting for them. Whumpee walked right along with them.
”You know, dove, this really isn’t any fun when you’re blocking me out like that.” That was a lie, but Whumpee didn’t have to know that. “So, I found something for us to do that might warm you up to me. How does that sound?”
Of course, Whumpee didn’t reply, so Whumper guided them through the door and closed it, locking it shut with an exaggerated click. They didn’t need to lock it (Whumpee posed no threat to them), but knowing they couldn’t escape should rattle Whumpee’s nerves.
All the room held was a tub of water, slushing with ice. Whumpee stiffened, eyes widening at the sight of it, and Whumper grinned.
“Finally got a reaction out of you, hm? You’re not scared of a little cold, are you?” Whumper ran a taunting hand up Whumpee’s back, holding them by the nape of the neck as they brought them closer to the tub. Whumpee walked a bit more reluctantly now, hands clenched at their sides. Oh, it was too cute.
Then, finally, as they reached the very edge of the tub, Whumpee’s composure broke.
A terrified gasp slipped out of their mouth and they jerked against Whumper’s hand. Whumper caught them easily, grinning as they held them close.
“What was that about, dear?”
Whumpee writhed against them, but already their fight was dying. “Don’t.”
Whumper smiled, delighted. “Don’t? Darling, I’m finally getting a reaction out of you! I’m not going to stop.”
Before they’d even finished speaking they tossed Whumpee into the water, grabbing their head and forcing it under until their thrashing slowed as their skin numbed. When they let Whumpee up, the poor thing was gasping and shivering so hard the ice around them rattled. They didn’t have energy to spare to fight against Whumper as they cheerfully clipped Whumpee’s wrists into manacles built into the bottom of the tub, trapping them.
Whumpee’s shoulders were wracked by a sob, violently shuddering at the cold that just sunk deeper and deeper into their bones. “W-w-whumper, please.”
They tugged uselessly at the metal anchoring them there, curling their knees to their soaked chest as though it would trap heat through their soaked clothes.
Whumper took a knee beside the tub, taking in Whumpee’s pitiful state for a long moment. They straightened their water-resistant gloves before cupping Whumpee’s face in their hand, letting their fingers slide slowly to rest over Whumpee’s neck. Then pushing down hard, watching their captive’s head slide under the layer of ice with that same dreamy smile on their face. They kept their hand firmly around that neck, watching the bubbles go up, up, up. Ignoring the hands scrabbling desperately at their wrist. When they felt the throat expand to suck in a mouthful of freezing water, they dragged Whumpee back to the surface and drew back again to watch.
Whumpee retched water between their clacking teeth, hot tears mingling with the cold mask their face had become. They gasped wetly, mouth hung open with a slightly lost expression on their face. But overshadowing that was the fear. Pure and visceral. Whumper reveled in it.
Whumpee hitched their shoulders as far out of the water as they could, ducking their head into their chest. Adorable.
“How does it feel, I wonder, to have ice water in your lungs?” Whumper muttered, studying the way Whumpee’s jaw tremored and jumped from the cold. They brought their hand under it, admiring how Whumpee tensed to unsuccessfully try to make it stop shivering. “You’ll tell me, won’t you, dove?”
Whumpee whined pathetically at that, their wide, tearfully eyes fixed on Whumper. Absolutely gorgeous.
Their gloved thumb ran over Whumpee’s steadily-turning-blue lips. “Mm, poor thing. I can’t say no to that sweet face.” They smiled as their captive shivered so hard they choked on their sob. “How about we make a deal?” Their thumb slipped between Whumpee’s teeth, forcing their mouth open. “If you can do this without biting me, I’ll leave you alone, mmkay?”
Whumpee looked so small as they sniffled and nodded. Whumper used their hand on Whumpee’s jaw to guide them back under the water, pressing them to the bottom. They could feel Whumpee instinctually try to close their mouth against the water, but Whumper’s hand blocked them, and they would force their mouth open again. Huge air bubbles burst on the surface. Whumpee kicked out of instinct, their body desperate for air while their mind tried to hold them still so Whumper would stop.
It was beautiful.
Finally, though, Whumper had to pull their dove back to the surface. They leaned them forward to help them cough up the water in their lungs, and sat there while they tried to wipe their face off on their equally soaked shoulder.
Then they looked to Whumper expectantly.
“What do you want, dear?” Whumper asked, excitement bubbling in their chest.
Whumpee’s eyebrows twitched slightly, eyes big and doleful. “You, you said you’d let me out.”
“No, dove, I said I’d leave you alone.” Whumper stood up, watching it sink in. “I think an hour should do, don’t you?”
And they left.
When they came back an hour later, Whumpee had stopped shivering. They sat curled up in the water, head limply rested on their knees weakly. As Whumper walked towards them, their head lifted and they cowered, whimpering.
“Relax, dove,” Whumper smiled coaxingly, skimming their bare hands over Whumpee’s ice cold skin. Whumpee froze, taking in a shaky breath and unconsciously leaning into the touch.
Perfect.
Whumper pulled away, melting a bit at Whumpee’s soft noise of confusion.
“Don’t worry, I’m just getting my gloves on so I can get you out,” Whumper told them as they did it. They reached past the few lingering ice cubes drifting in the water to unclasp Whumpee’s hands, lifting them gently from the water and laying them on a towel. Whumper dried their skin with another towel, manhandling Whumpee’s limp form while they stared back at Whumper.
Once they were as dried off as they were going to get, Whumper tossed their gloves aside and crooned over Whumpee, warm hands running over Whumpee’s icy skin. “You’re so good for me.”
Whumpee shivered under the praise, under Whumper’s gentle touch, melting into it. Utterly helpless. Whumper was tempted to snatch that small comfort away, to watch their dove’s confusion as their stilted thoughts caught up with them. But they could always do that later.
They pulled Whumpee into their arms. The poor dear was kitten-weak, folding into Whumper’s embrace like they were made for it, tucking their cold face into Whumper’s neck. Whumper pressed a kiss to their clammy, frigid forehead.
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hungryfictions · 5 months ago
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words: angie sijun lou, “jennifer gives me a chill pill”, art : @oozins / the front bottoms - swimming pool / the descendants (2011) / charles bukowski, selected letters: 1965-1970 v2 / alexandra sophie - and the ocean loved her back, 2013 / stevie smith, “not waving but drowning” / alyssa monks - trust and charade, 2010 / ted hughes, “god help the wolves after whom the dogs do not bark” / friedrich heyser - ophelia, 19th c.
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insertsomthinawesome · 5 months ago
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“Where are those that share the memory?”
asdfa I promise I’m going to post more than just Zhongli angst. asdfasdf xD
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of-wounds-and-woes · 2 months ago
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From the Turkish series Barbaroslar episode 6..
This was whump-infested, sadly a few GIFs didn’t make it here due to the post’s limit, but enjoy these for now :)
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karoviesart · a month ago
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I.... see a pattern here...  added a close up and a a crop of a process save since I just really loved the face and the colors of that one <3 
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yotasukekun · 2 months ago
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blue period chapter 19 / funeral - phoebe bridgers / no children - the mountain goats
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Arcane: League of Legends (TV Series 2021—  ) S01E03: The Base Violence Necessary for Change
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inniter · 7 months ago
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does anyone know exactly why tommy always woke up drowning in exile?
honestly i think it was just to add to the creepy and general depressing atmosphere of exile. you know give the same vibes that c!tommy being low on hunger and hearts in game already did. but also i've been looking at it in a positive light more recently and thinking it might of been foreshadowing to how c!tommy ended up surviving his attempt
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amatesura · 4 months ago
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Kati Outinen as Ophelia in Hamlet Goes Business (1987)
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