#the invisible man whump

[whumpyspaghetti]

Darien Fawkes (The invisible man 2000-2002) - Whumplist

Has it been done yet?? I found it in my notes I forgot that I even made this, I watched the series I think 2 or 3 years ago

⭐ = fav

SEASON 1

1.01.02 Drugged , unconscious, headache, emotional, restrained, injured (all of this happens multiple times throughout the episode) ⭐

1.03 shot with tranquilizer, restrained, white room, headache

1.04 shot in the arm, shot multiple times in the chest but was wearing a bulletproof vest, punched

1.05 nightmare, headache,drugged, unconscious

1.06 aging fast, seizure, unconscious

1.07 caught in explosion, headache, drugged

1.08 headache

1.12 punched, Nightmare, knocked out, confused, Hallucinating, electrocuted, restrained, punched in the stomach

1.14 fights, Captured, head performed (or maybe it's perforated pardon my English I don't remember the ep and i wrote this 2 years ago) to remove quicksilver, unconscious,

1.15 attacked, hit, blind for the episode, cut with glasses, has an accident, unconscious, headaches, unconscious

1.16 almost drowned

1.17 caught in explosion, Strangled, drugged himself, ( CLAAAaiIReE !! I can synthesize that enzyme 👉✨! Will you get that crap out oF mE ??!🏃💨)

1.18 punched in the stomach

1.19 drugged (but fake), cryogenized

1.20 gazed with a biological weapon, sick for the rest of the episode bc of this virus and can't turn invisible, gazed, unconscious, captured, beaten up, headache, (blanket time!) ⭐

1.22 nightmare, depressed, headaches (bonus : hair down) ⭐

1.23 shot with tranquilizer, restrained, drugged, seizure, passes out

1.24 strangled, punched, hit unconscious, almost drowned, emotional

SEASON 2

2.01 captured by a monster, unconscious, tied up upside down

2.02 punched

2.03 attacked (wtf was this episode)

2.04 none (what is young jack O'Neill doing here ahah)

2.06 drugged multiple times, in pain, passes out, wakes up with his brother's mind, punched, hit unconscious, faking headaches (the hair in this ep ✨ )

2.07 tazed

2.08 hit in the stomach

2.09 back's pain, (controlled with needles with une puce which can inflict pain or turned him invisible ---- > what the fuck was I trying to write here), shocked multiple times, hit, drugged

2.10 struck by lightning, wake up in hospital, amnesia, hit unconscious, headaches, drugged

2.11 fever, nauseous, in pain, drugged, Vomiting

-HAVEN'T SEEN THE REST- i will one day but i don't remember which ep i'm at :(

#whump #whumplist #whump list #the invisible man whump #mine #that series was fun it's a bit sad that i stopped watching it and i don't even remember why #the invisible man 2000

[forgottenghosty]

Dang I miss Immortal/Undead Male Whump with possible wholesome romance as tv shows...

I just got done rewatching FOREVER (2014) and Moonlight (2008) and want to watch more shows and even movies of the similar tastes and it’s hard to find.

(Forever 2014)

(Moonlight 2008) (Fun facts, the character Joseph from the show voices Terra in the Kingdom Hearts games. A book was published years after the show that inspired the series called “Angel of Vengeance” by  Trevor O’ Munson. The show went on hiatus due to the writers strikes and received 4 new episodes before ending, being cancelled, and not being picked up again.) 

I miss seeing shows where the male lead has to keep the secret or deal with someone knowing their secret and trying to live with it. All of it based more in a realistic reality of the actual world, while still be fictitious enough to have things that could never happen in reality as well.

I know there are some show or movies out there similar, but they don’t fit my tastes or I did watch them for a time and then stopped cause they started getting crazy or boring for me.

I’m not one for watching something with sex in it, nor a lot of demonic things in it either. Some exceptions have been Angel and Buffy, but those are more supernatural fiction. I tried watch Vampire Diaries and did enjoy it for a time, same with the Teen Wolf series, but they both got to a point I couldn’t stand them and just stopped watching and couldn’t get myself to watch them again. I’ve tried with Teen Wolf, but just got bored.

I did try watching some of True Blood to see what it was like and only came out enjoying the theme song and left that quick. I don’t think I made it past the first episode.

Tried watching Penny Dreadful and same thing happened. The Sabrina remake as well. One ep and then I ditched it. I hated the the demonic stuff and just dipped. Made me miss the 90s show I grew up all the more.

I used to watch Forever Knight as a kid, She Wolf, and Beauty and the Beast as well, but not really into watching the super older shows of late 80s early 90s right now.

Also sucks how I can’t get season 2 of Invisible Man (2000) in the US. UK is lucky and got the second season of Invisible Man, we only got Season 1, which I bought up so fast. Though based more in science, Invisible Man was another good one. Poor guy couldn’t catch a break. Miss it so much.

(The Invisible Man (2000) (Thankfully, though only 2 seasons, the series got to end with an actually ending.)

Thankful we keep getting Psych movies every few years or so, though movie 2 and 3 haven’t been available to buy yet, which is frustrating since they only show it on peacock, though 2 was on USA recently and 4 is in the works.

(Psych (2006-2014, Movies ongoing)

Enjoyed watching Dracula, the NBC, not the BBC one. That one I hated. I enjoyed Jekyll and Sherlock, but Dracula was horrible.

Dracula NBC ended too soon.

(Dracula (2013))

One I didn’t see until after it aired, that for a time was free to watch on old Hulu, was The Crow: Stairway to Heaven. Very 90′s, but enjoyable all the same.

(The Crow: Stairway to Heaven (1998) and yes that is Mark Dacascos probably known by many as The Chairman of Iron Cheif.)

Which I recently found out they finally have made a remake of the 90′s movie with Bill Skarsgard that I hope will be good. Just leaves adding any vfx and so on they need to before release.

Many will know him more as Pennywise the Clown and leads into why I sat through watching all of Hemlock Grove.

Only good reason to watch that show on Netflix. 

It has Vampires and Werewolves and more, but man, it isn’t worth it in the end with the plot they give.

So, yeah, really wish we got more immortal / undead whump with possible wholesome romances.

#forever #moonlight #moonlight cbs #forever abc #dracula nbc #dracula #invisible man #iman #invisible man scifi #invisible man syfy #psych #psych usa #vampire #vampires #undead #immortal #whump #romance #wholesome #the crow

[haich-slash-cee]

In obscure fandom news, I found that this torrenting site (link) has Season 2 of Invisible Man (2000). With 3 seeders. The fandom keeps going...

#Invisible man 2000 #Invisible Man #Am i going to download it? Probably. Am I going to actually watch it? I do not know #you see I rarely rewatch shows I have once seen; and to rewatch #what is basically one of my formative whump awakening series when I was an adolescent #is just mentally A Lot #However Season 2 was never released on DVD so this is the only way to have access to those eps

[nadare-writer]

Six Sentence Sunday- One Piece AU

Behind a large trunk, Sanji huddled as he undid the ties of Reiju’s bag. The pineapple top gave him pause until he pulled the rest of the object out.

Trapped so long in his jail cell, he had memorized certain books. The encyclopedia of Devil Fruits had been among them and the one he held in his hands had been his dream for so long.

The Suke Suke Fruit, which gave the one who ate it the power to become invisible at will. It was the perfect gift for someone going on the run.

Sanji fingered its sides and smiled. He didn’t know how Reiju had done it, but now he owed her twice over. Figuring there was no time like the present, Sanji raised the cursed fruit to his mouth and took a bite.

COMPLETE HERE!

#one piece #sanji vinsmoke #invisible man au #alternate universe #whump #angst #horror #goretober #goretober 2022 #six sentence sunday #more than six sentences and i don't care #wip excerpt #what if Sanji got to eat the Suke Suke fruit as a kid? #nadarefanfic #one piece fanfiction

[whumpystuffy]

Whump list - Stargate Altlantis (2004-2009)

John Sheppard portrayed by Joe Flanigan. Plus some of the Ronan, McKay & Beckett whumps.

Trailer for the series.

Season 1

1x01-1x02 Tasered, grabbed by throat, slammed to table.

1x04 Alien stuck on neck, in pain, immobile, numb legs, grunting, heavy breathing. Defibrillated, no pulse, CPR, in med bed.

1x05 Under gunfire, shot with stun gun, unconscious. Sore, hit by explosion blast.

1x09 Gun point, captive, interrogated, betrayed.

1x10-1x11 (Plus major McKay whump)

1x12 Under gun fire, shot, bleeding arm wound, field medicine. Slams into invisible force field. Fight, slammed across field twice, cracked ribs.

1x19 Shot stunned.

Season 2

2x03 Shot, stunned, unconscious. Captive, tied up, gunpoint,

2x05 Ship crash, surrounded, outnumbered. Tied up, threatened. Fight, punched. (Plus Ronan whump)

2x07 Attacked, pinned down, bleeding arm wound.

2x08 Wound from previous episode, on stretcher, field medicine. Infected with mutating virus, angry. Shot stunned, coma, antidote.

2x10 Shot stunned, unconscious, captive, tied up. Forced to do OP, shot stunned, unconscious, captured. Forced to kneel by telekinesis.

2x11 Continuation from previous episode, interrogated, thrown into cell. Forced to kneel by telekinesis.

2x12 Attacked, thrown around multiple times, clawed on back, bleeding, bruised face. Field medicine, magically healed.

2x14 (Plus major McKay whump)

2x16 Shot, bloody shoulder. Shot stunned, unconscious, cuffed, dragged. (Plus Ronan whump)

2x17 Ambushed, gassed, unconscious. Tied up, needle injection in neck, gunpoint, captive.

Season 3

3x01 Captured, manhandled.

3x02 (Plus Beckett whump)

3x03 Sick, cold, coughing, sneezing.

3x04 Shot with tranquilizer, tied up, caged, manhandled. (Plus MAJOR Ronan whump)

3x07 Shot by grabbing-hooks in vest, slammed to the ground, captured. Failed escape, electrocuted, dragged, tied up. Tortured, life drained, weak, bleeding chest wound, punched.

3x12 Headache, bleeding from ears, eardrum blown, in med bed.

3x16 (Plus Ronan whump)

3x17 Training fight, punched, slammed to the ground, grunting in pain, ice pack on face.

3x19 Forced to kneel with telekinesis. (Plus Ronan whump)

Season 4

4x03 Shot stunned, unconscious, dragged. (Plus Ronan whump)

4x04 Fight with himself inside dream. Defibrillated, flatlines.

4x05 Captured, tied up, manhandled, blood test forcefully taken, interrogated, tortured, punched repeatedly, bloody bruised face. Failed escape, beaten, shot stunned.

4x06 Infected, sweating, forgetful, shot stunned, in med bed.

4x10 Hit during training, bleeding eyebrow cut.

4x11 Shot stunned, unconscious, tied up, interrogated.

4x12 Shot stunned unconscious. Captive, manhandled, forced to kneel with telekinesis.

4x15 Thrown across room, slammed against wall, strangled.

4x17 Attacked, air sucked from room, suffocating.

Season 5

5x01 Hallucinating, under collapsed building, in pain, object in abdomen, heavy breathing/bleeding. Field medicine, discharges himself, sweating.

5x02 Infected, restrained, seizure, flatlines, cpr. Impaled by vine, in med bed.

5x03 Ambushed, betrayed, punched, unconscious, dragged. Kicked, kneeling. (Plus MAJOR Ronan whump)

5x09 (Ronan & McKay whump)

5x11 Hit by explosion blast, ringing ears, glass shards in back, field medicine.

5x12 Gassed, unconscious, captive, manhandled, on trial.

5x14 Fight, strangled, punched repeatedly, bloody face bruise. (Plus Ronan whump)

5x15 Shot stunned, unconscious, tied up. Failed escape, interrogated, beaten up, punched, bloody face. Manhandled, hand cut off, in pain.

Man I really like Lt. Sheppard. His whumps were really great and so defiant! Not a lot of them but still some. Also a really watchable show in general. A gem I can recommend!

#stargate atlantis #john sheppard #Joe Flanigan #whump list #whumplist #whump #spoilers #series #whump episodes #whump series #McKay #Beckett #rodney mckay #Ronon Dex #carson beckett #lt sheppard #Sheppard

[atlas-likes-writing]

Febuwhump day 3: "Bite down on this."

Characters: Red Hood/Jason Todd, Nightwing/Dick Grayson, The Black Bat/Cassandra Cane, Signal/Duke Thomas, Red Robin/Tim Drake, Robin/Damian Wayne, Batman/Bruce Wayne (mentioned), Agent A/Alfred Pennyworth (mentioned).

Summary: A new variant of Jonathon Crane's Fear toxin has been rumoured to be released. When Jason gets effected, it feels like he's burning alive.

Word Count: 1,079

Tags: Whump, graphic depictions of pain and injury, needles/syringes, toxic gas/gas masks, depictions of fire/being burned.

Authors note: Wrote this when I was sleep deprived in about two hours. Enjoy! This has not been edited so expect mistakes.

Day One | Day Two | Masterlist

@febuwhump

The news had said that there was word of a new strain of Fear toxin out in the streets that felt like you were burning alive. Hell, maybe you were; in your mind. The news had also said that there was no cure to this new strain, and citizens were urged to stay inside and wear their state-funded gas masks courtesy of Wayne Enterprises. 

The news does not always speak the truth, though. There was a cure to this new version of Fear. It just hadn’t been developed yet. 

It currently is in the process of being synthesised in the lab of the BatCave. The last time Jason checked; the percentage was 24%. That 24% happened over the space of two days, so it’s safe to say that it’s taking a long time. The molecular formula of this strain is almost entirely different from its less potent counterparts, which makes the lives of both Alfred and Bruce much more difficult. So difficult, in fact, that the Bat isn’t able to leave for patrol at all, instead having to survey the development of the cure during all hours of the day. The gas is colourless, so you don’t know when it strikes you until it does. 

That leaves his many children to deal with the fallout. They’re out in the streets nightly, with their patrols sometimes prolonging until the sun is beating down on them from above. Damian and Tim had to put in their absences at school due to “personal family matters” so they were able to help as many people as possible. There’s not much that any of them can do, though. They can only jump at the sound of civilians screaming out in pain as invisible fire scorches their veins. They can only shove their gas masks over their faces and rush over to where the person writhes on the floor and take them out of the area; to the nearest Gotham Hospital that is steadily reaching capacity with beds overcome by shaking and screaming patients all witnessing the same thing. 

They’ve had to enlist the help of the police by cordoning off streets and buildings that are known to have gas. The colourless compound makes their lives even more difficult, requiring Oracle’s expert deduction skills to figure out where it has spread and when the wind changes. 

The family has dealt with it well! Dick has been pulled from Bludhaven to help and Jason has been less bitchy than usual (Tim’s words, much to the dismay of Jason). 

Well, at least until now. 

With the focus of the resident vigilantes on containing the gas, regular crime has been on the rise. They bag up the odd criminal when they stumble across them, but most of the time they’ve unfortunately had to go free. This threat is simply too large to spare any members of the Batfamily for the run-of-the-mill criminal on the streets. 

Unfortunately for one run-of-the-mill criminal, he happened to stumble across Red Hood while he was carrying the final civilian in a building out and away from the gas inside. The thug is the same size and Jason and appears to have similar muscle mass, so Jason might have his work cut out for him if he’s aiming to not kill the man opposing him. 

They land heavy hits on each other for a while. Jason headbutts the man and the tubes of the mask the other is wearing jiggle about a bit. Then the criminal lands a mean right hook across the jaw of his helmet, causing Jason to stumble back and nearly fall over. It’s only when he’s pinned to the floor when he’s distracted that he realises something is wrong. 

It starts as a warm feeling in his outer extremities, but soon crescendos into his legs catching fire and his clothing setting ablaze. It’s not real. Jason knows it’s not real; but holy fuck does it feel real.  

At this point the thug has scrambled away from the writhing man, realising he’s won and not wanting the repercussions that come with it. The sound of rapid footsteps grows quieter and is soon drowned out by the sound of Jason’s screams. Orange heat licks up his spine and makes him curl up and convulse in pain that isn’t there. His cries of agony bury the yells of his brother as the blue vigilante sprints towards him. He nearly knocks the poor man out when Dick throws his entire weight on Jason to keep him still, limbs flailing and screams of “Get away from me!” tear their way out of his throat. 

“Alfred! When is that antidote ready?” Dick yells into his comm link. 

“It is at 93%, master Richard. Bring Red Hood back to the BatCave so he can be treated.” 

That is a task easier said than done. Especially when you’ve got to lug a 200 pound brick shit-house from one end of Gotham to the other. It takes two tranquillizers to put Jason under, and even then, he can’t help but shake and convulse in his sleep. 

After what seems like hours, Dick, with the help of Cass, Tim, Duke, and Damian, manage to throw the agonised body of Jason onto the medical cot. His wrists and ankles are strapped to the bed and his torso is tied down with something that looks like duct tape, but probably isn’t. The percentage of the antidote is now 98%, so all the family can do is wait. 

And wait they do, until Jason wakes up and starts thrashing. around on the cot. The rest of the family seem to have underestimated Jason’s strength – especially under the influence of Fear toxin. The worst part of it all is that the man seems perfectly lucid. He’s conscious about everything that occurs around him, yet he’s hallucinating an inferno eating him up and spitting him out. Dick has to hold him down by his shoulders to keep Jason from breaking out of his restraints. 

“Here, bite down on this,” Dick states, holding a piece of cloth up to his brother's mouth for him to bite down on. Jason does; his teeth clamp down on the checkered item and his screams become muffled. It’s then when the ding of the antidote dispenser sounds, and the compound is immediately bottled and duplicated. It’s then pressed into a syringe and stabbed into one of Jason’s shaking arms. 

It works clearly, and as a result Jason falls unconscious, exhausted.  

-

AO3

#dc comics #batfamily #gotham #batman #dc #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #nightwing #fear gas #febuwhump #febuwhump 2024 #fanfiction #whump

[rookthorne]

⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐋𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐞

It was inherently a dangerous way to live the life of a Nomad Dragon Rider — an outcast. And those very dangers would be what would tear you apart, and what would separate you from the one you trusted, the one you loved.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☽☾ Dragon Rider!Bucky Barnes x Dragon Rider!F!Reader

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ☽☾ 1.3k

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☽☾ Angst, whump, gore, established relationship, cliffhanger (because I am cruel)

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ☽☾ I am back in my whump era, chaos kittens, and I am not sorry.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒔 ☽☾ Akkadian Empire by Audiomachine ☽☾ Guardians At the Gate by Audiomachine ☽☾ Lachrimae by Audiomachine

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 ☽☾ @buckybarnesevents Into an Alternate June-iverse 𝗖𝟰 — Fantasy AU — Masterlist ☽☾ @allcapsbingo 𝗜𝟯 — Whump — Masterlist ☽☾ @anyfandomaubingo 𝗡𝟯 — Dragon AU — Masterlist ☽☾ @anyfandomdarkbingo 𝗚𝟮 — Unhappy Ending — Masterlist

𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The life of a wanderer was dangerous – full of tumultuous battles for territory, for blood lust, and for the right to call yourself a Legend. 

It was no different that night. Patrolling the border of your territory while the wings of the powerful beast you rode beat the night air in a steady rhythm; the gold and ivory scales shining brightly under the luminant full moon. 

Your second, a man that you had come to trust with your life, flew behind you, a formation that displayed you as the leader. Bucky followed you, sitting just off your flank to your right, atop his shadowed hell flyer – the symphonies of beating wings and heavy breaths filling the silence and eerie stillness of the night air. 

There was a slight, almost indistinguishable movement amongst the cliff face ahead, and you hauled your dragon to a stop, the beast complying through the invisible bond ensnaring you together; making you as one. “Movement,” you said simply, narrowing your eyes as you scanned the rocks for another sign. 

Bucky fell in beside you, his left hand moving to the many weapons he had saddled on his mount. “I see it,” he replied lowly. “Move in? Or should we get out of here?”

“No…” The movement happened again, and your dragon huffed, a snarl lingering on her sharp, angular mouth. “Easy, Sig–Buck, we need to-”

You never managed to finish your command. 

Flame and ice converged over your path, and Sig started, a loud roar echoing off the rocks, and she swerved to miss a barrage of flying boulders. Bucky’s yell of fury sounded amongst the chaos, and you watched his dragon scrabble against the cliff face, a twisted, demented snarl of anger to show rows and rows of sharp teeth. 

“Move!” you shouted at him, gripping Sig’s saddle and bowing low against her neck. “Go, get out of there!” Sig bellowed at the approaching darkened shapes in the sky, and for a single, split second, you thought it was done, your life was finished as you knew it. “Hel, no, no! Sig, fly!”

Wings beat and Sig’s claws thrashed through the air as she whipped around, dodging more boulders. 

The attack only worsened – flashes of flame and ice continued to clash and spread over the rocks and the sea below, and Bucky with his hell flyer had vanished and was nowhere to be seen. Your heart seized amongst the chaos, the thought of him falling to his demise in the sea below froze you to your core. 

“Bucky! James! Where are you?” you screamed. “Buck! Please, where–?”

A loud roar echoed above you and you braced for an impact you never saw coming, only, nothing happened. 

Instead, an almighty crash of scales and leather and metal shook the world with the force of the collision, and you watched, horrorstruck, as Bucky and his dragon collided full force into an approaching attacker. The navy and crimson of the attacker’s dragon blurred and shifted as it was knocked off balance and out of the air to plummet down to the sea below. 

The shadowy form of Bucky’s dragon falling right behind them. 

Cursing to high Hel, you cried out in shock – a call of grief that even made the attackers pause in their attacks. 

Your feet found the stirrup switch and you pulled the reins. Sig followed your command and swiftly turned in the air, her wings beating swiftly as she roared loudly from the grief flowing between the bond. “Dive,” you barked, squeezing your knees, and Sig did so – folding her ivory wings and streamlining her ginormous form. 

Wind whipped through your hair and your armour, but you still did not let up. No matter how fast Sig dived, it was not fast enough – not quick enough to stop Bucky from plummeting down to the raging ocean. 

You forced a feeling of calm through the bond, and leant even closer to Sig’s neck, one hand on the reins, the other gripping the saddle. “Breathe,” you called through the bond, unable to open your mouth. “Swim.”

The feeling of Sig’s chest expanding under your knees grounded you, and you braced for impact. Sea salt stung your eyes as you neared and neared, and you watched Bucky land against the rocks, his unconscious form slipping into the sea, and his dragon caused a craterous splash of water around them both.

Ice enveloped your whole body as you breached the surface of the raging sea, the force of the impact burning your skin. Frantically, you searched for the darkened form of Bucky’s dragon, for the sight of Bucky’s limp body. A cloud of darkness shrouded something from view, and it took all of your will to not scream underwater – it was Bucky, a cloud of blood around his floating body. 

“Go!” you pushed through the bond. Sig turned and rushed through the water to James, her tail pushing her faster and faster until her giant clawed foot wrapped around his middle, and pulled. 

Sig’s head breached the raging waves and she propelled herself onto land, placing James on the rocks. The sight stole what air you had left in your lungs, and you fell off her back and onto your knees with a scream of grief, but before you could reach for your saddlebag, Sig turned and dived once more into the sea. 

Bucky’s left arm… it was gone – torn and bloody rags left in its wake.

The rocks were cold beneath your knees, and you sobbed while reaching for his unconscious body, desperate to feel him. Your hands met his chest and you felt it rise and fall shallowly. “Bucky! Please, please wake up!” 

A loud splash and a grunting bellow sounded behind you, followed by a solid thud of a heavy, scaly body landing on the rocks – Bucky’s dragon. You turned and saw the black mass of scales unmoving, but his chest was rising and falling at a much higher rate than his companion. 

“Sig, here,” you rushed, gesturing for her to move closer. The dragon complied while watching her mate lay motionless, and you dug through the saddlebag for your healer’s kit. “Buck, do not die on me,” you sobbed, groping for a potion vial. A small noise of victory pulled from your throat when you felt cold glass on your fingers, and you latched onto the vial, pulling it free. “I have to do this, I’m sorry.”

You forced Bucky’s mouth open and poured the potion down his throat, just as a white and blue dragon landed a stride away, mouth open and teeth bared. “Hands off,” a voice yelled, and you looked up to find a loaded crossbow aimed right between your eyes. “Back away.”

“Fuck you,” you spat venomously. “Like Hel will I back off!” your hands, now shaking from adrenaline, flew to Bucky’s arm and you tore a strip of the bloody fabric off with a grunt. “Who do you think you are!”

The crimson fabric in your hands stained your palms, but you continued to act swiftly – a tourniquet would stop him from bleeding out, you prayed, hoped. 

Sig suddenly roared behind you, and you whipped around to watch her fall to the rocky outcrop, unconscious, with a blood red dragon ridden by a masked woman looming over her limp body. Pure panic flooded you. You were outnumbered – with both Sig, and Bucky’s dragon down, you couldn’t fight them off. 

“What do you–” A loud splash cut you off, and another dragon rose from the sea. The same one that Bucky had collided with. 

The last thing you saw before the world faded to black, was that dragon stepping closer and a blond man dismounting, his glare stony and face set as he aimed a crossbow at your thigh, and fired.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑  ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes whump #alternate juneiverse 2023 #rookthorne's works #Lachrymose

[ktkat99]

Two Weeks Of Whump Challenge Day 8. Water Inhalation

Bernard was a liar.

He knew that.

He knew that he was about to come clean as he sprinted, feet pounding the sidewalk as he desperately pushed himself further and faster.

He didn't care.

He didn't care that the fence said 'No Trespassing', he threw himself against the freezing chain link and climbed.

He didn't care that the GCPD was less than a hundred yards away, searching for Mr. Freeze, he sprinted down the nearest dock.

He didn't care about the chunks of ice now floating in the harbor, just the dark, nearly invisible lump draped over a small ice chunk.

Red Robin.

The cops hadn't seen him get hit.

But Bernard had.

He didn't hesitate, hopping and ripping off his shoes and jacket as he ran, before diving into the water.

It was SO much colder than he had expected, and he felt his body freeze.

His mind screamed at him to swim. Move. Anything.

But he couldn't.

The water felt like a giant, icy hand that was wrapping around him, squeezing the air out of his lungs.

The salt stung his eyes.

He needed air.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he managed to force his arms to move.

And then his legs.

They moved with no coordination what so ever for a few seconds, but he was gradually able to make his way to the surface.

He gasped and choked, shivering and trying to regain his bearings. Where was Red Robin? Where had he gone? There were still chunks of ice floating all around him, blocking his vision as he spun-

THERE!

Bernard kicked his legs, reaching back in his memories of childhood swimming lessons for anything that could help him now.

There wasn't much he could remember at the moment, but he kept going. Red Robin needed help.

Tim needed help.

He was nearly there when the motion of the water caused the hero's limp form to slip off the ice chunk. Much to Bernard's horror, he disappeared from view with no resistance.

Bernard paused for only a second, but then took a deep breath and dove underwater.

It was dark.

It was cold.

The ice was starting to cause sharp pains to shoot through his limbs.

But he couldn't stop.

He needed to find Tim.

He needed to save him.

He-

His hand hit cloth and he clutched it with all his strength.

He made sure he had a firm grip on what felt like the cape of Red Robin's suit and kicked his legs as hard as he could, hauling them both to the surface.

His lungs were burning as he gasped for air, clinging desperately to Red Robin and kicking his way back to shore, doing his best attempt at a backstroke.

He was…

So tired.

He was in school to become a chef. Nighttime swims in a frozen Gotham harbor werent things he'd prepared for, but every time he felt like he couldn't make it any further, he refocused on who he was saving.

Red Robin.

Tim.

Bernard had watched the news last week, heart pounding in terror, as Red Robin swung into a burning apartment building, making it out with three children in tow.

He hadn't hesitated for a second.

Bernard had had to fight the urge to call him as soon as the news reported that everyone was safe.

He'd needed to hear Tim's voice.

Needed to hear it from Tim that he was actually alright.

Needed to hug him and hold him and assure himself he hadn't been hurt by that stunt.

Needed to yell and scream and break down because he had just watched the man he loved throw himself into a burning building.

A building that was actively on fire.

A building that had partially collapsed barely fifteen minutes after he'd gotten out.

He'd wanted so badly to call Tim.

To tell him he'd seen him on the news, and how dare he scare Bernard like that.

But he hadn't.

He'd kept quiet.

Because Tim didn't know Bernard knew who he was.

Bernard's hand scraped mud and he gasped.

They were at the shore.

Coughing and forcing his shaking legs to hold him, he readjusted so he could grab Red Robin under the arms and drag him the rest of the way out of the water.

He got a few feet from the water line before his knees gave out and he hit the ground.

The feeling of just… laying there…

It made him really feel just how exhausted he was.

The night grew darker around him.

He gasped and panted, feeling lightheadedness wash over him like a wave.

He felt his heavy, soaked clothes cling to his shivering frame, making him colder and colder by the second, thanks in part to a cool breeze.

Grunting, teeth chattering, arms shaking, Bernard finally pushed himself up onto his hands and knees to check on Red Robin.

He was unconscious, face pale, lips blue. And way too still.

"Red..?" Bernard froze, feeling sick.

Red Robin wasn't breathing.

"Red Robin?"

No.

No, no, no.

Please, no.

"Tim!"

Bernard dropped down and pressed his ear to Tim's chest.

Nothing.

How long had there been nothing?

"Tim..?"

The cold, combined with the exhaustion and panic caused him to freeze.

What was he supposed to do?

What could he do?

Warm him up?

CPR?

Call someone?

No! His phone was dead after its dip in the harbor.

He suddenly felt even more alone and helpless.

He couldn't call anyone for help.

"Wake up..?" He heard himself whisper.

His hands moved on their own, finding their way to the center of Red Robin's chest. He pressed down hard, but nothing happened.

How..?

How was he supposed to do this??

Help.

He needed help.

"Help." He whispered brokenly.

His vision blurred with tears.

He pressed against Red Robin's chest again, harder.

"Help!" He called again.

His limbs were so cold he was feeling pins and needles, but he pushed down again.

"Conner! Help!"

A figure dropped to the ground right in front of him, scattering dirt and rocks.

"Bernard! What's going on?"

Conner's eyes landed on Red Robin's still form and he gasped, dropping to his knees and reaching out to brush his hair out of his face.

"What happened?"

"He's not breathing. I- I got him to shore, but I don't know how long he hasn't been breathing. I don't know CPR, and I don't know what to do. Please, help." The words tumbled out of Bernard in a rush.

"Calm down. Deep breath, okay baby?" Conner looked about as scared as Bernard felt, but he'd at least been trained for life and death situations. "I'm going to talk you through it, but you're going to have to do CPR."

"No, no, no, no. I can't. Conner, I can't. I don't know how. I never learned."

"Bernard. Bernard, look at me. You have to. I can't. I literally can't. If I try, I'll crush his ribcage. You have to. I'll be here. I'll walk you through it, but he needs this NOW."

Bernard nodded and cleared his throat. He was so tired.

So sore.

So cold.

So scared.

But Tim needed him.

"'Kay. What do I do?"

"Put your hands here. Like this." Conner guided him into position and directed him through everything.

But Red Robin stayed still.

"Harder. Bernard, you need to push harder. His lungs are under his ribcage."

Red Robin still wasn't breathing.

"Okay, now tilt his head back. You're going to need to pinch his nose and breathe for him, alright?"

Red Robin's lips looked like they were turning from blue to purple, though that might have just been Bernard's panicked brain playing tricks on him.

"You're doing great, Bernard. Just keep it up." Conner held Red Robin's limp hand, words of encouragement growing strained the longer Tim continued to lie there, unresponsive.

Bernard's limbs shook.

He was still coughing up seawater himself.

He was freezing and terrified.

Tim had called him the night before, just to chat. Bernard hadn't thought much of it at the time, but now? He'd give anything to hear Tim's voice again.

His laugh.

The stutter he always fell into whenever he was embarrassed.

The way he'd lose himself excitedly in an explanation, talking for hours sometimes.

The way the light would dance in his eyes and he'd get that big, goofy grin on his face when he'd dance around their apartment with Conner.

The-

Red Robin's body suddenly lurched, causing Bernard to jump back.

Conner quickly turned him on his side, rubbing his back and holding him as he coughed and hacked up water.

"You're okay. You're okay. You're okay. You're okay, baby." He just kept repeating.

He was alive.

He was moving.

He was…

He was breathing.

Even when he sank back, hanging limply from their boyfriend's arms, Bernard could still see his chest moving.

Tim was… alive.

The world seemed to shift around Bernard and he felt himself fall to the side, barely catching himself on the rocks.

The… the ocean hadn't been that loud a second ago, had it?

"Bernard..?" Conner's voice sounded so far away.

Bernard tried to shake his head, hoping to clear it, but the events of the night hit him like a Mac truck.

He felt his arms give out.

He felt himself fall.

He felt the cold, hard ground, and the warm, rough hand now on his face.

The last thing he heard was Conner's voice, telling him to keep his eyes open.

But they were just…

Too heavy.

#batman #tim drake #conner calls his bfs 'baby' #conner kent #kon el #bernard knows hes dating superheroes #bernard dowd #timberkon #twoweeksofwhump #twow

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anon asked:

your recent ghost whumper drabble was AMAZING that is such a cool concept! can we get a part two? maybe whumpee is in a scenario where they’re about to die or get murdered by someone and whumper saves them? maybe comfort afterwards? :D

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uhhh idk abt comfort but... here !

tw alcohol, drugs, addiction whump, paranormal, death, murder, possession, some pretty bad derogatory language, ableist language, addiction shaming, emeto, knives, threat of death

Whumpee was stumbling around in the city by themself — almost by themself, never truly by themself, — when that weirdo spotted them. He sauntered up to them and asked for a cigarette, and Whumper told them not to give him any. They were feeling rebellious that night. They tried to reach into their pocket, only to be stopped by and get growled at by the ghost sharing their body.

It just spurred them on, in all honesty. They didn’t even like how the stranger approached them, didn’t even like the way he looked at them, but what they disliked even more was being constantly bossed around by someone who didn’t even have a body of his own.

“Would you fucking stop?” they snapped, trying to get their hand free from Whumper’s invisible grasp. The stranger gave them a weird look.

“What?” he asked with a stupid little chuckle. He was clearly trying to laugh it off and act casual, but Whumpee didn’t need that, they didn’t need to be reassured that they were normal. They weren’t, and they also weren’t even talking to him.

I told you not to give him anything. Are you going to argue with me in the middle of the street?

“I’ll give everyone what I damn well please!” they went on. The stranger threw his hands up.

“Whoa, yeah, of course. If you didn’t want to give–”

“Shut the fuck up!” 

He thinks you’re crazy.

“I don’t care!” Whumpee couldn’t stop screaming at the stupid thing. He was being so insufferable, so controlling, so power-hungry– It was impossible to bear. Plus, it wasn’t like they hadn’t gotten used to the disgusted and confused looks from others whenever they walked around in the city like a zombie, drunk, high, dead-eyed, and possessed. They didn’t care what this random man thought.

“Okay, chill out!” the guy finally yelled back. “What the fuck? What kind of fucking crazy junkie are you? Keep your dumb ass cigs, I don’t want whatever’s in them!”

Now he got Whumpee’s attention. “Oh, you’re this easily deterred? You don’t want free cigs off a crazy, possessed junkie? Fucking coward.”

Whumpee was way too full of alcohol to react adequately when the guy raised his arm. They were punched hard, almost knocking them off balance. The stranger pushed them against the wall of the nearest building by the collar of their shirt, his other hand quickly producing a knife from his pocket. “I thought I might have some fun with you once I got that fucking cigarette, but now that I’m looking at you a bit closer, I wouldn’t touch your dirty, disease-riddled ass with a bargepole. But I might put something else in you if you don’t shut the fuck up.” 

All this over a cigarette?

Whumpee’s breath hitched when the blade of the knife was pushed against their throat. The danger was finally grave enough that they decided they should focus on that instead of the voice in their head, but… Maybe they should push more. Maybe they should let this man kill them, just to spite Whumper. 

It all happened so quickly. Whumpee made a split second decision to spit in the stranger’s face, he began to scream at them, they felt a sharp pain in their neck– then everything went black. It felt like they were cradled so close to someone’s chest that there was no light reaching them. Like the arms enveloping them were blocking out the rest of the world, all sight and sound, all sensation apart from being held tight. 

They nestled into the hug despite how cold it felt. They were scared. Wherever they were, however freezing and pitch black it was, they didn’t feel the pounding headache and they weren’t being shouted at. They weren’t nauseous, they weren’t bleeding from the throat, they weren’t in constant danger. It was quiet, they were held, and they could finally admit to themself that they were terrified.

When their consciousness was returned to their body, it felt like it was done bit by bit, almost dribbling back into their nerves and muscles like a thick syrup. The aches came back first; their head, their neck, their back, their arms and legs… Then came the light, the sounds, the sensation of the rain beating down on them. It hadn’t been raining when they last saw the outside world. Their socks were soaked inside their shoes, their shirt stuck to their body, their arms… their arms were covered in something that didn’t look like water.

It looked like blood. Blood and dirt. 

When their eyes focused a little better, and they were able to look past the palms of their hands, they saw disturbed soil with pieces of fabric sticking out from under it. It looked like someone was under there, under a thin layer of dirt that barely did anything to cover them. It looked like someone had hastily dug a shallow grave with nothing but their bare hands. 

Whumpee turned their hands over. There was dirt stuck beneath their nails, and plenty of small scratches from whatever their skin must’ve caught on as they were digging.

Let’s go home.

They turned to the side and retched, so forcefully that their nose started bleeding. They spotted the stranger’s knife not far from where they were kneeling on the ground, the blade covered in a layer of blood thick enough to survive the rain. “What did you do?” they rasped. “What did you make me do?”

You got yourself into some trouble. I got you out of it.

“You killed him. You killed him. I killed him.”

Did I not tell you not to give him a cigarette?

Whumpee’s vision was swimming. They didn’t think they would be able to stand up on their own and go home. They had to go to the police. Maybe they could plead insanity.

You’ll feel better after a hot shower.

They stood up against their will, supported by forces beyond the mortal plane. They began walking in the direction of their apartment, no matter how much they tried to change course and go anywhere else. Anywhere with other people. Someone who could see them and call emergency services.

I’ll take care of you.

#asks #whump #whump drabble #alcohol #drugs #addiction whump #paranormal #death #murder #possession #ableist language #addiction shaming #emeto #knives #threat of death

[idontknowreallywhy]

Resurface 23 - Recognise

Story so far… if you haven’t read the account of the original teeny earth and sky situation (ch 21&22) this won’t make as much sense.

The emotional whump train continues… but there is a hug! Well, kinda… sort of. Um. *coughs awkwardly*

In my defence these boys have a lot of mess to exorcise and everything will be much better once it’s all out in the open. I promise.

Sorry Scooter… but you had to figure it out one day…

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“You saved me Virg. If you hadn’t been there…”

Virgil barely heard the words, every muscle strained to the limit and locked solid at the memory of trying to lift his bigger, heavier brother just enough so he could grab hold of the gutter. Scotty’s eyes were wide and scared in a way Virgil had never seen and his face was splattered with red.

He could almost feel the pins and needles in his ramrod straight legs, pressed hard against the mattress, bracing against the sheets which were suddenly much heavier than he was. The terror at his legs being trapped and the dread of what would happen if they suddenly weren’t trapped swirled around each other in his mind.

His arms trembled. He wasn’t strong enough. Scotty needed him to be bigger and he was too small. He was always too small and he wasn’t going to be enough…

But then suddenly he was. He was enough! He’d done it! And Scotty was there beside him and he was ok and Dad was there too and…

No! NO! Nonono Dad couldn’t find out! He’d promised so faithfully he wouldn’t tell.

He looked up at Scotty who was quiet. He’d been ever so quiet. He hadn’t approved of Virgil telling Dad those home truths but when would he ever hear a word against the man? He’d not spoken up on any of the occasions when Dad had been there. Each time he’d gone quiet and small and almost… faded. Metaphorically, of course. Virgil guessed he was so convinced Dad thought he was a failure he wouldn’t even say anything anymore. The colour drained from him just like the day he put on that stupid grey baldric.

The fury bubbled up again but he squashed it back. He needed to focus on the moment so instead he opened his mouth to beg his brother’s forgiveness for accidentally telling their greatest secret to the one person Scotty had never wanted to know it.

But Scotty was walking away. No! Please wait!

He threw the shattered remains of the flying machine off of his legs and followed his brother towards the infirmary door, dodging under his father’s outstretched arm.

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“You saved me Virg. If you hadn’t been there… I’m so sorry. I should never have put you in that position. I could have killed you, killed us both… I… I was such…”

Scott tailed off as he wondered at the impact that day must have had on his nine-year old saviour. He hadn’t thought about it for years, they’d had so many near death experiences since then it barely registered but… he felt himself flush with shame as the realisation crept over him… The way Virgil sometimes reacted to those subsequent situations made a lot more sense.

The pleas to be more careful that Scott shrugged off or argued away, the quiet moodiness that could last for days, the fake laughter at a younger brother’s jokes he knew Virgil hadn’t really heard, the endless gym sessions… it all gleamed out at him now like invisible ink under a black light.

And the petrified brown eyes of his baby brother stared down over the edge as he pulled Scott back again and again and again.

Virgil himself had dropped the relentless eye contact and was instead twisting the bedsheet viciously in his hands, no doubt reliving in his own way the same experience Scott had tried to summarise in halting, insufficient words. His face was so full of fear Scott wanted nothing more than to take him in his arms and scare away the monsters.

But he wasn’t sure now that the monster wasn’t him.

All of John and Grandma’s insistence that he couldn’t blame himself for Virgil’s condition, that it wasn’t his fault he was shot down and captured and Virgil had just got sick because he loved him so much… the reassurance he was slowly beginning to let himself believe suddenly crumbled to dust.

It WAS his fault.

Virgil had been hurting for years.

Even after Scott came home.

… no.

Especially after Scott came home. And ever since.

Scott had been wounding his best friend over and over and over.

He’d been traumatising his faithful shadow for most of their lives.

The guilt was acid. It was eating away at the fibres of his muscles. He wasn’t sure his legs were really capable of supporting his weight anymore but he forced them do it anyway. He couldn’t crack now. He couldn’t cry now. He mustn’t. He was. Damn. He wiped his face impatiently. He got a steely grip of himself and focussed back on his brother.

Who suddenly looked over at the door, flung his sheets back and leapt out of bed.

Virgil’s face was twisted in such desperation there was not a cell in Scott’s body that could prevent what happened next.

He threw himself into Virgil’s path, spun as his brother evaded his reach and caught him on the second attempt. Clutching his big-little brother in more of a vice grip than a hug, he buried his face in fluffy un-styled hair. The same fluffy hair that had been little Virgil’s trademark, that he had tried to blow out of his eyes as the two of them hung on the edge of disaster. The hair Virgil had never allowed to stay fluffy again because after that day he declared he was too grown up for crazy baby hair. It wasn’t practical. It got in the way of things he had to do. The style had changed wildly over the years but was always solid, always controlled. Scott had missed the fluffy.

The crack was unstoppable and Scott’s voice emerged in a ragged sob:

“Virgie don’t go! Please? I’m so sorry!”

Virgil struggled and tried to wriggle away but Scott couldn’t make himself let go. He heard his brother take a deep breath in through his nose and braced himself for being thrown off by the much stronger man. It would be deserved. Virgil didn’t want this right now, that was clear… this hug was solely for Scott’s benefit not Virgil’s and it wasn’t ok to do that.

But he couldn’t let him go because he didn’t know when he’d get another chance to tell him… he raced to say how sorry he was for everything and how much he loved Virgil and how he couldn’t do any of it without him and “Please Virg, forgive me and come back…”

The expected push didn’t come. Virgil had frozen.

Scott stopped talking.

When it came it came as barely a whisper:

“Scotty?”

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#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #virgil tracy #earth&sky #thunderwhump #tw: mental health #tw: psychosis #resurface fic #idontknowreallywhy fanfic

[thesandsofelsweyr]

HIS

《 CHAPTER 4/4 // READ ON AO3 // TAG 》

Jason has been beaten half to death with a crowbar, shredded by barbed wire, strung up for so long his shoulders ripped from their sockets, shocked, starved, branded… It's only a wooden paddle, it can’t hurt more than any of the Clown’s other toys… right?

《RATING》 🔞 Explicit 《WORDS》 2,399

《CHARACTERS》 Jason Todd/Robin, Joker

《TROPES》 Hurt No Comfort, Angst, Whump, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

《WARNINGS》 Humiliation, Forced Nudity, Non-Consensual Spanking, Paddling, Genital Torture, Ownership, Master/Pet, Blood and Injury, Non-Consensual Touching, Scars

《SERIES》 Part 2 of My Arkhamverse, Part 2 of Ruined

《TAGLIST》 @aaliyah-wayne @ladytauria @betty-1880 @hlg8 @plantixst

《NOTES》

This fic is dark so please be aware of the tags

Kudos & comments on AO3, as well as reblogs here, are greatly appreciated 💛

《 READ ON AO3 》 (excerpt below the cut)

“And one to grow on!”

Several minutes passed before Jason realized the beating had stopped. His mind was still consumed by the dull throbbing in his abused genitals. He didn’t know how many times the Clown hit him with that paddle. He remembered the beating ending at 207, but was that the second 207 or the first?

“C’mon kiddo. Ease up. You can let go now. That’s it.” Joker soothed, prying his white-knuckled fingers from the edge of the desk.

He moaned as his limp body slid off the desk and collapsed into a quivering, piss-stinking heap of bloody meat. His tailbone was broken and his backside was bruised and burning from the small of his back to the hollows of his knees. But the agony in his testicles eclipsed all other pain, reaving through his head, dominating his awareness. He clasped trembling hands around them and curled his body in on itself. 

“Thank you for paddling me, sir,” he said softly, his jaw working against the grimy floorboards that reeked of piss and shit, blood and vomit. Joker had taught him to be grateful for his punishments, if he didn’t want to be punished further.

The paddle tapped against his ass again and he wailed: “THANK YOU SIR!” as loud as his ravaged voice would allow.

The taps only grew harder. “I heard you the first time, kiddo.”

Fear clutched at his raw throat as shivers raced up and down his spine. He had no idea what he was supposed to do or say. “Please,” he whimpered. “What do you want me to say?” he asked in a small, reedy voice.

“Did I give you permission to move your hands?”

“No sir, p-please. I’m sorry,” he pleaded as he rethreaded his crooked fingers behind his head, praying that his obedience would spare him further punishment. It never does, you fool.

Joker squatted in front of him, placing the paddle across his knees and resting his elbows on the blade. Jason’s shriveled cock and balls drew up tight again, fearing further abuse. He couldn’t take his wide eyes off that paddle. He was terrified of getting hit with it again.

“Aww. Bet those are pretty sore right now, aren’t they, little guy?” Joker asked in that faux-gentle tone of his that sent invisible spiders skittering across his naked skin.

Jason swallowed hard as dread bloomed inside him. “Yes s-sir.”

Joker suddenly leapt to his feet, and Jason recoiled from the man. “Let’s play another game then, shall we? You’ll like this one, yessiree. It’ll cheer you right up, get your mind off that painful nonsense down there.” The rounded end of the paddle prodded at Jason, causing him to draw his fleshless legs to his chest and press his forehead against his bony knees—a futile attempt to shield his balls from more agony. “We’re gonna roleplay, you and me. It’ll be just like old times, like when the Bat and his Bird pretended to be superheroes. But this time will be more fun, I can promise you that. This time I’m gonna play the—ugh, are you paying attention?” Joker huffed indignantly, prodding at Jason again.

“Yes sir,” Jason answered wearily. He hated these games, mostly because he always found a way to lose.

“As I was saying, I’m gonna play the veterinarian, and you’re gonna be my adorable puppy patient. Okay? Now,” Joker whistled twice then clicked his tongue, “up boy!”

Jason slowly unfurled, not quick enough for the Clown’s liking, which earned him a hard kick to the gut. He yelped, struggling not to move his hands from the back of his head as fresh pain surged through him. Then slender fingers twisted in his matted nest of black hair, tearing at his scalp as he was dragged upright. “I said ‘up’ ya dumb mutt,” Joker growled before shoving him back down to the floor. Jason grunted as he landed on a chest full of broken ribs. “Hands and knees, kid,” Joker motioned upward with the paddle. “You know, doggy-style,” he chuckled.

Jason cringed at the creep’s sexual innuendo but dutifully obeyed. Joker crouched beside him, then a fist tightened in his sweat-soaked hair again, wrenching his head back so blood red lips could brush against his ear. “You know Uncle Joker doesn’t like when his little birdy doesn’t play along,” he warned, his voice suddenly low and sinister, his rotten breath hot and humid against Jason’s cheek. 

The unspoken threat chilled him to the bone. “I-I know. I’m sorry sir.”

Joker shoved his head back down then flamboyantly whacked the back of it with his hand. “Nuh-uh-uh! That’s not what puppies are supposed to say, silly. Now, what do puppies say?”

#sands writes #my arkhamverse #series: ruined #fic: his #jason todd #joker #robin #arkham asylum #arkham knight #arkhamverse #whump #angst #dead dove: do not eat #jason todd angst #jason todd whump #jason todd fanfiction #dcu

[haich-slash-cee]

the year is 2023 and I just had a dream wherein I was watching a new episode of The Invisible Man (2000 TV) and Darien Fawkes was quipping about Hatsune Miku. However that's the only part I saw, because I was watching the episode on a phone with subtitles while trying to walk somewhere in the dream, and then things got chaotic in the dream and I had to put the phone down.

Apparent 2023 revival of The Invisible Man in my dream, you were confusing if intriguing. You also knew more about Hatsune Miku then I did, which is wierd since it was my dream.

#The Invisible Man 2000 #The invisible man #Darien Fawkes #hatsune miku #I literally know nothing about hatsune miku and tbh i dont see why darien as a character would quip about hatsune miku but its been #20 years and maybe things changed in the I-Man world I guess? in this dream version of the production #not whump

[nadare-writer]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: One Piece Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roronoa Zoro & Vinsmoke Sanji, Vinsmoke Sanji & Koshiro Characters: Vinsmoke Sanji, Roronoa Zoro, Koshiro (One Piece), Vinsmoke Reiju Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Invisible Man Fusion, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, What-If, Invisibility, Self-Worth Issues, Time Skips, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Psychological Horror, Goretober, Goretober 2022, One Shot Series: Part 5 of Goretober 2022 Summary: When Reiju fulfills one of Sanji's dreams upon leaving home, he doesn't hesitate to take advantage of it. However, discovering that he can't fully come back throws a wrench in his plans. With no one to rely on but himself, Sanji does his best to survive until he encounters someone who will change his life in ways he could never imagine.

#vinsmoke sanji #roronoa zoro #koshiro one piece #fantasy #one piece #one piece fanfiction #canon divergence #invisible man au #suke suke fruit #different first meeting #angst #whump #psychological horror #sanji & zoro #goretober #goretober 2022 #hurt/comfort #what-if #one shot #nadarefanfic #what if Sanji ate the Suke Suke fruit as a kid? #alternate universe

[snapcracklewhump]

Whumpee Archetypes - Guy in the Chair

What is everyone’s favorite character archetype to whump? I’ll go first.

I love whumping “guy in the chair” type characters. The kind of character who is always helping the team from afar, usually on the other end of a radio. They exist in this weird space of being apart from the rest of the team, but also being vital to its operation. They are the odd man out. They know the plan inside and out, but they never set foot in the field. As a consequence of this, they are highly breakable.

Lets begin with whumpee’s lowered pain tolerance. They’re not like their insane team members who are always getting into fights, being shot at, being kidnapped and tortured… They’re just some guy. So an injury that might only slow down one of the team members may completely drop whumpee. When whumpee is caught in a fight or injured, it takes everyone else a few seconds to fully realize the gravity of the situation.

Then you have the fact that whumpee is so removed from the action itself. If things start to go really wrong, if the plan totally falls apart, whumpee can try offering directions or using computer tricks, but there’s really nothing they can do to stop their friends from dropping one by one.

And once the villain finds out that whumpee is such a vital part of the team’s operation, they become a huge, poorly protected target. There’s no way they can put up any meaningful resistance to any kind of attempt on their life, and they are laughably easy to abduct. And now that villain has them, they can do whatever they want. Nothing more exciting than fresh meat.

Whumpee does their job from behind a computer screen, so they can do their job even if they’re not in top condition. Maybe they’re buried inside a blanket burrito, shivering from fever as they hack through doors for their teammates. Maybe their voice is so hoarse they can hardly be heard over the radio. Maybe they’re struggling to type with a bulky cast on their hand.

And if someone needs to defect to the other side, well, who’s more likely than the one whose work is invisible to the public, who’s constantly working day and night to make sure the few vital hours of a mission go smoothly, and who never feels like they’re part of the group no matter how hard they try?

Anyway, that's my pitch. I could go on all day. Plz tell me about your favorite whumpee archetypes I love learning what other people like.

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SG1 Whump - Daniel Jackson

1x01 Children of the Gods - Knocked out 1x04 Emancipation - Regressed to primitive state 1x07 Cold Lazarus - Killed 1x13 Fire and Water - "Dead" 1x17 Enigma - Thrown out of gate high velocity, concussion, weak 1x18 Solitudes - Mind controlled, raped, catatonic 1x19 Tin Man -Consciousness & body duplicated 1x20 There But For The Grace of God - Quantum mirror, shot 1x21 Politics - Shot, blinded 2x01 The Serpent's Lair - Shot, badly wounded 2x02 In the Line of Duty - Zatted/hostage 2x03 Prisoners - Strangled unconscious 2x05 Need - Captured, almost dies/unconscious, addiction, extreme withdrawals, passes out, mental breakdown 2x13 Spirits - Tranquilized 2x17 Holiday - Mind transferred, in pain, coma, almost dies 2x19 One False Step - Induced anger, headache 2x22 Out of Mind - Captured, fake memory simulation device, manipulated 3x01 Into the Fire - Caught in explosion / shrapnel 3x02 Seth - Hit by ribbon device, mind controlled 3x04 Legacy - Schizophrenia, mental institution, drugged 3x06 Point of View - Shot 3x07 Deadman Switch - Runs into forcefield 3x08 Demons - Struck by lightning 3x09 Rules of Engagement - Shot by an intar 3x10 Forever in a Day - Ribbon device injury 3x13 The Devil You Know - Drugged/tortured 3x14 Foothold - Drugged/doubled 3x19 New Ground - Tortured, unconscious 3x21 Crystal Skull - Invisible, shocked 3x22 Nemesis - Appendicitis 4x03 Upgrades - Strength virus, fever, passes out 4x10 Beneath the Surface - Amnesia, enslaved 4x11 Point of No Return - Drugged 4x13 The Curse - Ribbon device injury 4x17 Absolute Power - Unconscious, learns consequences of knowledge 4x18 The Light - Addiction to the light, extreme depression, flatlines 5x04 The Fifth Man - Zatted 5x07 Beast of Burden - Zatted, tortured 5x09 Between Two Fires - Knocked down 5x13 Proving Ground - Shot by an intar 5x16 Last Stand - Crash landing; knocked unconscious 5x19 Menace - Thrown, head/wrist injury 5x21 Meridian - Radiation poisoning, dies, emotional 7x06 Lifeboat - Mind overwhelmed, headaches, life at risk 7x12 Evolution pt 2 - Beaten, tortured, shot 7x15 Chimera - Dreams manipulated, shot 8x03 Lockdown - Zatted twice, shot, passes out 8x06 Avatar - Dies in video game, shocked multiple times 8x07 Affinity - Zatted 8x10 Endgame - Zatted 8x12 Prometheus Unbound - (zatted + shot + kicked) by Vala 8x17 Reckoning pt 2 - Pierced with sword 8x18 Threads - Captured 9x01 Avalon pt. 1 - Passes out from Jaffa bracelets 9x02 Avalon pt. 2 - Passes out + restrained 9x03 Origin - Almost dies in fire with Vala (of course) 9x04 The Ties That Bind - Passes out x2 9x06 Beachhead - Almost passes out/adjusting 9x16 Off the Grid - Captured, beaten 9x19 Crusade - Body controlled by Vala 10x02 Morpheus - Sleep virus 10x07 Counterstrike - Choked 10x09 Company of Thieves - Zatted by a smuggler 10x11 The Quest pt. 2 - Merlin powers, extreme knowledge (pain) 10x14 The Shroud - Zatted, exhausted 10x16 Bad Guys - Stunned 10x17 Talion - Unconscious 10x19 Dominion - Suffocating 10x20 Unending - Emotional (same)

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[jittyjames]

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i've gotten a lot of new followers recently so allow me to reintroduce myself! hi! welcome to my blog! my name is jami, and i'm a fanfiction author on ao3 under the handle jittyjames. i love interacting with other fans of the stuff i love, so never feel afraid to drop me a line!

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the means to go on- hamilton

perfidy- jcs

call me an admirer, call me a disgrace- jcs

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every game of chess - with @cecescomposition

fem!hamilton au- with @firebalda and @conjectureand-gloom (coming soon)

hamilton/charles dickens au- with @crys-sp (coming christmas 2024)

hamilton/marvel au- with MsMoonstar (coming soon)

(if anyone is interested in collabing, just hit me up! writing with other authors is one of my favorite things!)

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invisible string- hamilton

eyes open- hamilton/hunger games

waste of money, waste of man- jcs

we could start again- jcs

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whumptober 2022

febuwhump 2023

june of doom 2023

whumptober 2023

kinktober 2023

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i take fic requests for hamilton, 1776, jesus christ superstar, les miserables, helluva boss/hazbin hotel, six of crows, and the judas comic. i will pretty much do any prompt, genre, relationship, or au!! the only hard limits is that i will not write anything with underage or incest content. i will also not write romanticized abuse. it might take me a while to complete the request, but do know i'm thrilled about every single one that i get! so if you're interested feel free to request! also only request smut if you're +18 pls and thanks!

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darling dissident- fem!hamilton au

the villains of history- hamilton/jcs crossover (for @solarflicker ♡)

tiny dancer (hold me closer)- jcs seventies rockstar au

scorching june- les misérables (sequel to sour wine)

all too well- hamburr

be my keeper- hamburr apocalypse au (halloween 2024)

the ocean's blue (but it's black right now)- modern hamburr au (crime thriller)

transgressions- whamilton smut

baby iscariot- jcs accidental baby acquisition fic

amuse me- jcs (fuck or die)

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challenge can be found @whumpthemusical

date: march 1 through the 31, 2024!

fics coming soon!

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