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whumpacabra · 7 months

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Day 1 - “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Alcohol use, nonconsensual drugging, nausea, vomiting, touch aversion, blurred vision, panic, firearm use

[Follows Up Late]

Casey didn’t feel good. Which wasn’t uncommon in general, he didn’t have a lot in life to feel good about. But this wasn’t right, the buzz of alcohol in his blood was singing too loudly, the lights too sharp and the air too thick.

“Hey.” It felt like it took minutes to turn his head to look at them. She was lovely, blonde and young and sparkling with New Years glitter. “You feeling alright big guy?” The thick mascara around her shining brown eyes was all he could focus on.

“‘m fine…” He managed to mumble, hand knocking over his empty glass as he reached for it. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. The woman was still watching him, hypnotic smile baring too-white teeth.

“Let’s maybe get you out of here…”

He didn’t hear her over the blood roaring in his ears, the sensation of her manicured hand on his wrist blinding him with bleary memories he tried to drown in tequila.

Torn between terrified nausea and a panicked cry for help, Casey vomited onto her gaudy purple minidress.

Her shriek of surprise and disgust was enough to draw the annoyed eyes of other patrons in the club. He was just happy that she stepped away, that no one was touching him, that he could brace himself against the bar and force his jelly-kneed legs to hold his weight.

“Sorry, sorry - I got him.” He flinched at the arm looping around his back, a steady hand drawing his own arm over their shoulder, but he knew that voice.

“R…?”

“Yes - sorry, I know Miguel, yes. Put it on my tab.” Their strong and steady steps practically dragged him from the club, the flush of cold air from the alleyway chilling the sweat beaded on his forehead. “Easy, easy now…”

Casey took advantage of their relaxing grip, leaning back against the brickwork and sliding to the ground with a groan. RJ sighed where they stood above him, broad shoulders shrugging off their leather jacket so they wouldn’t have to bear sitting in the fresh winter slush.

“Since when did you start snagging unwanted admirers?” There was an attempt at levity in their voice, poorly executed with their tired baritone. “It wasn’t that woman; I’ve been tailing her all night. American - definitely military.”

“Do you ever stop working?” He was proud he managed to bite out a single sentence. It was his last clear thought before the world lurched, his vision spotted.

“No. There’s work to be done. Now, let’s get you up - oh shit - ”

He could feel their hands on his shoulders, their warm breath sharp with whiskey where they sat in front of him. He could feel tears streaking from his blind eyes. Why couldn’t he see them?

“Hey, stay with me - how many fingers am I holding up?”

He squinted through the blurry darkness. If he applied his imagination, he could just barely make out the corner of his vision where the lamppost would be. He shook his head, a strangled whimper in his chest.

“Fucking - crap.” RJ’s whispered curses were sharp with fear, not warm with their usual vibrant anger. He wanted to apologize - but he could hear footsteps approaching. The sharp heeled stomp of military standard boots across the cobbles.

He opened his mouth to warn them, and was suddenly aware of the lack of air in his lungs. Lungs that wouldn’t cooperate as his diaphragm heaved and panic electrified his skin.

RJ let go of his shoulders, a snarl on their lips as they turned to face the rapidly approaching footsteps. The last thing he heard was the tell tale hiss of a silenced weapon firing.

[Directly before Bad First Impressions]

(Part of my Freelancers: Boy Meets World series)

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Welcome to Whumptober!

Per my usual monthly prompt tradition, I’ll be using my Freelancer universe to fill the prompts this year. Seeing as some of the prompts are repeats from other monthly challenges I’ve filled for this series, I’m going to explore some ‘prequel’ events and whump some characters I’ve been neglecting to torture ;]

Note that as with other prompt lists these are non-chronological to the in-universe timeline, but they will be added to the chronologically arranged masterpost.

One last thing: any opinion on have a content warnings listed at the top? I’ve always just put them in the tags, which I’ll continue to do, but I think it makes them more accessible to put them at the top of a post. Let me know if you have any strong opinions on the matter.

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morganmerylhodgepodge · 1 year

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I keep changing my art style.

I keep changing it mostly when things dont work out. and lately Ive been changing it a lot, thinking it’ll fix things. But it seems to me I just cant draw anymore. my arms get too easilly tired, I cant focus looking at screencaps for reference and nothing ever turns out as well as it used to for me. It feels like I used to so easilly draw tonnes of things, and it looked good. I wonder what I must have done to cause all of this. Because otherwise this is all out of my hands and I hate feeling that theres nothing I can do. I just suck now. Mourning the loss of any abilities I had. I just dont know what to do anymore and the thought of what my future looks like feels so bleak. For posterity I decided to post here some of my favourite art pieces regaurdless of style. Leaving out some that I posted recently to avoid redundancy. (Though I also deleted a recent post so I could post some of those here)

Ive made several tries over the past couple of years to make a Detroit Become human comic.

As well as a lot of fanart

I also attempted a comic based on Fahrenheit the Indigo Prophecy and did a lot of fanart of that.

I’ve also done a lot of attempts at Heavy Rain, though not much of that exists anymore. I do have some fanart though.

Here are some art from serious attempts in the past to produce my own comic strip

And here are some other things I really enjoy.

I’m really really really sorry I couldnt be a real artist. But thank you all sincerely for letting me try.

#tw: blood #trigger warning: blood #cw: blood #content warning: blood #blood #tw: firearm use #trigger warning: firearm use #cw: firearm use #content warning: firearm use #firearm use #art #comics #fanart #myart #my art #fan comic

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spider-mand · 1 year

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Wait, what.

This giant brick of a revolver fires .22 caliber??

Look at it. Look at how tiny that bullet is compared to the gun itself and his hands. That's not an animation mistake, that's pretty realistically sized.

Fox and I had to pause here and back up to make sure we read it right - .22 caliber (5.6 mm) is generally used for light target shooting or pest control. It's a varmint gun. Most personal protection sidearms use at least a 9mm round, and Vash's revolver in the 1998 anime and manga used the even-larger 45 long colt.

A .22 caliber pistol isn't going to do a lot of damage against a human opponent. Yeah it'll hurt, but you'd have to try pretty hard to actually kill someone with - ohhhhhhhhhhh never mind I get it now.

This is a great new little detail that fits Vash's character super well.

#trigun stampede #vash the stampede #guns #firearms #not a gun expert i just think they're interesting #I think original Vash used 45 Long Colt because that's kind of a classic 'cowboy' gun

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annes-andromeda · 1 year

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“Will with a gun” this, “Mike with a random object” that-

-Hopper giving Mike his sword from the Russian prison (or Mike comes upon it whichever you prefer), and Mike practices with it every day cause that boy is an overthinker and in the final battle Will using his powers to light the sword on fire and byler lives out their Paladin/Wizard DnD fantasy together

#stranger things #mike wheeler #will byers #will byers has powers #byler #byeler #mike x will #will x mike #miwi #cleradin #mike with a sword agenda pls #i know will with a gun is more popular but id rather he uses another weapon #or just use his powers #rather than using a firearm associated with his piece of shit father #but hey #thats just me

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prokopetz · 1 year

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At this point I'm going to be kind of disappointed if the plot of the next Persona game doesn't involve a thinly disguised caricature of a famous Japanese politician transforming into a big gnarly monster during a public speech and subsequently getting gunned down live on national television by half a dozen masked teenagers.

#gaming #video games #persona #persona series #violence mention #death mention #memes #using junk from your inconveniently freudian dungeon crawls to craft improvised firearms is part of the core gameplay loop

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thebugthatruinsyourpicnic · 7 months

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Paul and Lex were authorised to use a firearm

Emma, Lex, Becky and Steph have used one

Sometime after Emma (unauthorised) uses it, the helicopter crashes and Paul leaves for the Starlight Theatre where he gets infected

Sometime after Lex (authorised) uses it, they succeed in defeating Wiggly('s cult),

But sometime after Becky (unauthorised) uses it, Hatchetfield gets nuked

Sometime after Steph (unauthorised) uses it, Grace obtains the Black Book and starts devouring the souls of people she deems pervs

In conclusion, if people unathorised to use a firearm could just Not Use One, they might get a happy ending

#yes this is somewhat based off of the grace is unauthorised to use the firearm image #it's far fetched i know but we've seen weirder shit #hatchetfield #hatchetfield theory #tgwdlm #black friday #nerdy prudes must die #npmd spoilers

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destielmemenews · 9 months

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#destiel meme #destiel meme news #united states #us news #news #fuck yeah Illinois!!!!#gun control #firearms #gun tw #illinois #illinois government #us law #us lawmakers #us politics #please understand that this isn't anti gun policy or even directly gun control #it just aims to prevent guns from being obtainable or WANTING to be obtained by people who shouldn't have them #like children or radicalized individuals or domestic terrorists #it's just controlling ads people jesus christ #if your hot take is that keeping guns from kids violates YOUR second amendment rights kindly fuck off

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usarmytrooper · 8 months

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Oh, the things I can imagine doing to him…

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teastarfall · 4 months

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WHO GAVE HIM CUSTODY OF THE KIDS AGAIN (it might’ve been me…)

#btw this isn’t my old found family au #hunter is just the cool uncle in my main au sorry guys i don’t make the rules #that man will teach them how to use illegal firearms btw #little nightmares #little nightmares 2 #very little nightmares #little nightmares fanart #ln mono #ln six #ln hunter #ln rcg #ln rk

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thegentlemansmagazine · 21 days

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Would it shock you to learn that this is the commanding officer of the USS John McCain? Rather fitting, that.

From the incorrect stance (including that arm position!) to the scope being on backward with the covers are still in place to the absolutely gonk position of the grip, it's like he's never fired a gun before. Makes me feel all warm knowing these are the people tasked with protecting the nation...

@uncle-mojave

#firearms #us navy #uss john mccain #gunblr #oof

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whumpacabra · 6 months

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New Friends

Broken bones, alcohol use, threats, discussion of organized crime, implied past nonconsensual drugging, referenced firearm use

[Directly follows Bad First Impressions]

RJ wasn’t sure what to make of the Americans. They didn’t want to trust the pair - they had met enough slimy CIA operatives to know better than to trust them at their word. But they had brought the agents to the safehouse. Better indebted to the hitmen than dead.

“How the leg?” They almost felt guilty for trying to break her leg.

“Hurts like a bitch.” The woman - Sarah - hissed as she tried and failed to get comfortable where she sat on the couch, splinted leg elevated on the coffee table.

“Be glad it wasn’t me trying to curb stomp you, you fuckin’ yanks.”

“Casey.” The hitman knew RJ’s apathetic tone well enough to hear their chiding. “How’s your head?”

“I’m gonna kill Miguel.”

“Beat you to it big guy.” Harrison, the other American called from the kitchen. He could probably hear Casey’s grumbled curses. “Sorry ‘bout that.”

RJ considered it a minor miracle that the four had managed to a) get a few lucky shots on the club’s gunrunners and b) escape with half their people out of commission. The Drakes crew probably wouldn’t retaliate, seeing as their boys shot first. Probably.

“What the hell were you doing poking around an establishment like that?” They held out a hand to Harrison, who grabbed as second beer from the fridge before heading over. “No offense, C-I-A, but this isn’t your home turf.”

Harrison and Sarah shared a brief, wordless glance. They knew each other as well as RJ and Casey knew each other.

“We have permission to operate in this country. Although we will have to report this to our government contact.” Sarah’s voice was even, almost regal. She was well versed in toeing the line of this business. “We’re tracking down a new illicit substance distributor.” RJ nodded.

“Ambrosia.”

“I take it you’re familiar?” Her voice was monotone, but her eyes accusatory.

“Apparently.” Casey groaned, shielding his eyes from the dim overhead light. RJ felt a smile twitch at their lips. He always made fun of them when they had a bad hangover. They couldn't want to tease him about this.

“The distributor you’re looking for is Emmanuel Hummel.” They swallowed the poison on their tongue to say that name. Casey tensed where he sat in the recliner, but the Americans didn't seem to notice.

“How do you - ?”

“We’re killing him for personal reasons.” Casey huffed, bloodshot eyes glaring defensively at Harrison. “Although I’ll admit, this Ambrosia shit fucking sucks.”

“How do you know he’s the distributor?” Sarah’s eyes were sharp, calculating.

“I’m catfishing him.” RJ shrugged, ignoring Harrison’s confused expression as they shifted their body language and cleared their throat, voice lilting to a higher register. “Best way to put a knife in a man’s heart is to get into his bed.”

Even Sarah startled at their shift in presentation. It wasn’t perfect without their wardrobe change, but they knew they passed as well as they needed to. Liza taught them well, as bitter as it was to swallow that fact. Sarah's words were measured and slow:

“We need him alive.”

“I need him choking on his own blood.” RJ’s voice snapped back to its low growl, Sarah’s resolve unflinching.

“We need him alive for the time being.” Harrison was either brave or naive for not shrinking under RJ’s glare. “We just need access to his records and product, any jackass can take the fall once we have the evidence.” Casey scoffed.

“Since when did the CIA care about evidence?”

“Since they have competition in the controlled substances market.” Sarah’s eyes slid between her partner and RJ. “Like he said, so long as we get what we want, you can do what you wish with Hummel.”

“Since when did we need permission from a couple of yanks?”

“You don’t.” Sarah’s gaze held steady with Casey’s. “But, this would be easier for everyone if we didn’t have to deal with each other’s bullshit and instead worked together.”

“C'mon, it’s a proud tradition Casey.” RJ huffed, bitter amusement in their words as they took a swig of beer. “CIA loves letting people like us get away with shit when it serves them.” The toothy grin they shot at Harrison was hungry. “And it just so happens that everyone in this room wants to take Hummel down.”

“Many hands make light work.” Casey rubbed his eyes, sighing before letting his withering gaze sweep between the Americans. “Don’t step on our toes and we won’t cut off yours.” Harrison’s smile was painfully genuine, or he was simply a brilliant actor.

“I think we can manage that.”

[Concurrent to Red Handed]

(Part of my Freelancers: Boy Meets World series)

#whump #broken bones #alcohol use #threats #organized crime #drug use #firearm use #freelancers #no context november #not very whumpy today. alas the plot requires. plot. and not just a string of 'bad times'

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lastdivantruther · 5 months

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soukoku headcanons

#i miss drawing so much #soukoku #dazai x chuuya #dazai osamu #chuuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs #bsd fanart #my art #not me changing artstyle every week #this idea was born from me and my friend's cooking habits #dazai follows the recipes he finds online and they're exactly what the recipe says #they're good as long as the recipe is correct #chuuya glances at different recipes if it's something he hadn't cooked before then just goes for whetever image appeared in his head #they had to eat a lot of disgusting food when they were both at mafia and it was chuuya's turn to cook #(i don't think mori who's not-have-a-problem-with-encouraging-kids-using-firearms was paying them enough to eat out)#so yeah #adult chuuya has a characteristic tint in his cooking and dazai is a big fan of it #i haven't touched a dictionary to write all this

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contemplatingoutlander · 11 months

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This essay about how firearms classes teach attendees to be constantly vigilant and to shoot others at a moment’s notice is IMHO so important that I made the link above a gift 🎁 link, so anyone can read the entire article, even if they don’t subscribe to The New York Times.

UT Austin Associate Professor Harel Shapira attended 42 firearm instruction/ safety classes in different states and came away with a disturbing understanding of why we might be seeing more and more senseless shootings in our nation (like people being shot because they went to the wrong door or drove up the wrong driveway).

Apparently, classes in how to use firearms have changed over the decades from an emphasis on gun safety to an emphasis (in addition to safety) on the importance of shooting someone for self-protection at a moment’s notice.* Here are some excerpts from the essay:

I did not grow up around guns, but 10 years ago, I started attending firearms training classes. I wasn’t there to learn how to protect myself or my family. I was there to learn what was taught in the classes themselves, which a broad coalition of groups — including many police officers, Republican and Democratic legislators and gun violence prevention organizations — have hailed as a path out of the nation’s epidemic of violence.

I found something very different. The classes I attended trained students to believe that their lives are in constant danger. They prepared us to shoot without hesitation and avoid legal consequences. They instilled the kind of fear that has a corrosive effect on all interactions — and beyond that, on the fabric of our democracy.

I took 42 classes and conducted interviews with 52 instructors and 118 students, in traditionally red states like Texas as well as blue states like Massachusetts, in urban areas like Newark as well as rural Southern Illinois.... Most of all, I immersed myself in firearms schools in Texas, where I live, that cater to people who wish to learn how to use guns for self-defense. Some instructors in these schools told me they have been involved in drafting public safety protocols or running active shooter drills for public school teachers. Some of these instructors’ students have gone on to open training programs of their own. [...] First, the good news: Every firearms instructor I encountered was extremely serious about preventing accidents. [...] But teaching people how to avoid shooting someone by accident is a small part of what these classes are about. The primary lessons are about if and when to shoot someone on purpose. And this is where the trouble begins.

Instructors repeatedly told me that a big part of their job was to make people feel vulnerable, to make them aware of dangers they were not conscious of before to understand that bad things can happen at any time. One instructor told me he encourages students to carry their gun at all times. If students say they plan to leave it in the car, he responds, “So what you’re telling me is the only time you are ever going to get attacked is if you are in your car?”

The instructors describe a world teeming with violent and deranged individuals. And not just any individuals. The scenarios cluster around the public spaces of racially diverse cities. “More often than not,” an instructor who had been a high-ranking police officer said, the place you’re likely to be attacked is “in an urban part of society.” [...] Instructors repeatedly told me that statistics about crime are meaningless when it comes to the need to carry a gun. It’s not the odds, I heard on numerous occasions; it’s the consequences.... Repeatedly the lesson was that I ought to shoot even when my instincts might tell me otherwise. [...] Firearms instructors are not the only ones who make an appearance at self-defense classes. Lawyers do, too. Lawyers who specialize in defending gun owners. They go to classes and tell students how to talk (or not) to 911 operators and police officers in the event they shoot someone. In one seminar, a lawyer emphasized the importance of explaining, “I had no choice.”

With more than 200 mass shootings in our country this year alone, advocates of gun regulation often cite the tragic number of lives lost or the fact that gun-related injuries have surpassed car accidents as the nation’s leading cause of injury-related death among people under 24. But another, less recognized casualty is the kind of public interactions that make democracy viable. The N.R.A. says that “an armed society is a polite society.” But learning to carry a gun isn’t teaching Americans to have good manners. It’s training them to be suspicious and atomized, learning to protect themselves, no matter how great the risk to others. It’s training them to not be citizens.

[emphasis added]

Originally posted 05/28/23; updated 05/29/23

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* For instance, in the reader comments section for this essay, GN from Albany wrote: “As a young teenager in the 1960s I took an NRA course on gun safety. It wasn't anything like the courses described here. I learned to plink at a target with a .22 . The poison described in this article is a political artifact that was deliberately cultivated beginning in the 1980s.”

#firearms training classes #teaching people to be afraid #deadly self-protection #us gun culture #harel shapira #the new york times #gift link

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qqueenofhades · 8 months

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