#he did get the heal tank at last though 🥰

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Test Track AU (T$$ AU Masterlist)

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@theonewithallthefixations , @violets-whumperflies , @whump-me , @pirefyrelight , @soheavyaburden , @snakebites-and-ink , @whumpsday , @kixngiggles , @echo-goes-aaa @suspicious-whumping-egg , @cryptidwritings , @painsandconfusion , @grizzlie70 , @bloodsweatandpotato , @ladyblogofficialreporter @whumper-soot , @poeticagony

#rip sahota #interrogator is nipping futurenescape attempts in the bud #whump art #t$$ test track au #t$$ sahota #electrocution #shock collar #noncon drugging #rip to me because now i gotta draw the collar lol #whump comic #he did get the heal tank at last though 🥰

[astarkey]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @alwaysupatnight last Wednesday to post a snippet, but I didn’t have anything to show because I was busy working on things, and I still am 😂 but here’s something I worked on at 4-5 in the morning before I had shut my eyes lol. I wanted to work on it a while ago, but idk, I just started getting around to it last night, and it’s basically like a fic of like a... a character study I guess? Of how Kate was when she was resurrected by the blood and the interaction when  she first met Amaru and like the lead up to Kate’s downfall I guess when Amaru started taking over her body. I was thinking of like an alternate take of s3 where Scott goes back to properly bury her, but he finds her body gone from the blood well, and he informs the Gecko brothers, who then also informs Freddie, and they just make it their focus to find Kate, and have Maggie have some involvement because she deserved to be more involved than S*x Machine, so I guess you can say I’m being petty about it 🤣 Thank you so much for tagging me!!! 🥰💖

"Kate, don't!"

The sound of the gunshot radiates in waves--sending a signal in her mind and throughout her body--and her eyes shoot open as if she is pierced again by the bullet that was meant for her. She's not losing her breath this time, she has regained it.

Her eyes wander around quickly--eyes darting back and forth as she gasps for the crisp air while all she sees is red. Moments after, her vision returns of the thick, stretched, feathery clouds and the orange sky as daybreak approaches. Is she in heaven? No. She still feels the pain. With her beliefs, no one should feel any pain once they've died; they're supposed to be free from pain.

This isn't the case for her, though.

Feeling the weight of her body weighing down on the wooden platform, it takes her a minute to use as much strength she can muster to bring herself up--wincing with every stretch of flesh inside her abdomen that she has to take her time pulling herself up little by little.

Putting her hand on her belly to ease the pain, she investigates her wounds by lifting her bloody white tank up with shaky hands, and what she finds disturbs her.

They're already healing.

She looks down at her hand that Richie had cut open so he can feed off information from her. To use her for his own personal gain. That wound is slowly starting to heal, too.

Then the ringing appears. 

It's loud--almost deafening that she has to cover her ears 

"Look at you. So blinded by your own greed, and now you wanna save me?"

She hears herself. Her own voice echoing and playing back to her in her head as if someone pressed play on the tape recorder of the collective thoughts recorded from the night before she died. She rises to her feet and prepares for another incoming round of the high piercing sound as it blasts through.

"You're weak. You're both so weak. I gave you everything. I gave you all the love I could possibly give. And for what?"

The sounds are driving her mad as she tries to stand on her own two feet. It disorients her.

"There's no more love left, Richard. I hope you burn in hell."

She feels something from the pit of her stomach rushing up--burning her throat--and she falls to her knees from the dizzying spell and coughs up an abnormal amount of blood, and two pieces of metal clinging together before it falls on the hardwood planks.

They were two golden bullets.

This can't be real. She's supposed to be dead; that was her fate. Who or what would be selfish enough to change that and keep her alive? Did someone turn her at the very last minute? She quickly checks her neck as she hastily feels all around for puncture wounds before they heal completely. So far, so good as there's no bite marks found.

Then how is she alive?

Many questions plague her mind around different reasons she was able to cheat death, but one thing's for sure is she can't stay here by this blood well for too long. Someone might come back to check on her body, and that someone could be Scott, or Richie. There's no way she can play possum around them if they were to come back--not after the vicious words she landed them with while she was on her deathbed.

She's not ready to face them, yet. So, the only thing she can do now is move forward.

Tagging (no pressure!): @yossariandawn, @alwaysupatnight, @lilmissuncreative, @astriferias, @fortysevenswrites @justjstuff, and anyone else who has anything they wanna share!!! 💕

#personal #alwaysupatnight #I was tempted to post a snippet of my gift for lilmissuncreative #but I still wanna leave it a surprise lol #and I was also tempted to post a snippet of a line from that single parents au fic I finished #but then I'd just be spoiling but it was just so perfect and definitely in their voices that I could see them say that