#crushed bones

[painsandconfusion]

Could you write a g/t [giant/tiny] gorey whump scene? Maybe something with crushed bones? Pweeeeaasseeeeeee?? 🥺

Of course!

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Just a Pinch

(tw: giant/tiny, broken bones, crushed bones, dislocation, caught stealing)

Whumpee clamped a hand over their mouth, stifling the heavy wet breaths that shoved in and out of them in a desperate ache. They kept their back to the table leg, hoping the monster of a thing tromping around the room wouldn’t see them from this angle. 

They shifted minutely as the giant moved, tracking their footsteps and shuffling to the side.

“Where are you hiding, little pest?” rumbled the voice. It was so deep. It made sense it would be. Sound reverberates deeper in a larger throat. But. but it was so unnatural, grinding against Whumpee’s little ears.

The monster stopped making sound. Stopped walking. Stopped breathing. Stopped speaking. Whumpee trembled, holding completely still. Their lungs screamed for air they refused to give. They wouldn’t bring it in silently. They couldn’t. They’d be foun-

They sucked in a gasp of air only to scream it out again as a hand slapped down around the table leg, crushing them against it and shoving the rest of the air from their lungs.

Pain crochet down their spine and one of their legs, immediately turning to a searing wrongness as fingers curled and scrambled around them to trap them in completely. Whumpee managed to wrestle one arm free of the grip before it closed completely, but flailing to try to beat the hand away from them, but it did no good. The giant hoisted them up high regardless, twisting and turning them to look them over.

“Aha-! Not as quick as you think you are, huh~?”

Whumpee squirmed as agony traveled up their femur. “Yy-yyyou broke m-”

“Oh nooooo, did I hurt you, little thief~?” The grip tightened, forcing wheezing air from their chest yet again.

Whumpee’s one arm shoved and battered against a knuckle, but it didn’t give. Not even a bit.

“How about that, huh? You stopped screaming, so this is probably better, yeah?”

Whumpee gasped for air, breaths impossibly shallows in their panic and confines. Their head shook back and forth.

“No? Maybe a little more, then-”

Something popped. Something popped. Then something else snapped.

Their ribs exploded in pain, crushed under the giant’s grip and splintering toward their lungs. Tears streaked hot down their face and neck as they tried to squirm free, but it was useless. Pain ripped through them like a wildfire takes a desolate field of dry grass. Rapid, formless, and all-consuming in its hunger.

“There we go. That seems like enough.” Whumper gave them one more squeeze before dropping them down to the ground. “Stay out of the cupboards next time, pest.”

Whumpee wheezed and gasped for breath, trying to shove themself up to hands and knees. Their shoulder gave out, hanging wrong and strange.

“Get out of my kitchen,” the giant huffed, kicking them half across the floor in a flurry of tumbling hits.

Fear alone made it possible for them to shunt their broken and screaming body to the little crack in the wall, pulling themself inside it and into safety.

Then whumpee collapsed to the dusty floor within the wall, trembling so hard they could feel the bones’ edges grinding together. Their eyes blurred, falling out of focus as they heard the footsteps blessedly retreating to a different part of the house.

Someone would find them.

Someone would come by and find them.

They just had to wait.

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[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Dead Blow Hammer + Shae??

from this post

You aren't messing around, anon! >:)

CW: tiny whumpee, sadistic whumper, crushed/broken bones, torture

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tick tick tick tick tick tick tick

The heavy hammer hovers barely an inch above Shae. It slowly moves over him, casting its shadow over different parts of his quivering little body. Just beyond the pound of his heartbeat he can hear the timer ticking away.

Wherever the hammer is when it goes off, well...

Shae hiccups, tears soaking his face. Even if he wanted to look away, he can barely move - his back, limbs, even his wings are glued to the table. He's stuck like a fly in a trap.

He can't make out his torturer through the blur of tears, but he can hear him chuckle. The cruel sound fills the fairy with dread. He'll receive no mercy here.

Just as his own hyperventilating makes him so dizzy he might pass out...the timer goes off with a loud BUZZ.

The shadow of the hammer lingers over one of his tiny hands.

Shae whines out 'please' as the hammer is raised high above him.

The SLAM of the hammer - the CRUNCH of bone - a scream that chokes on air - a bellowing laugh.

Shae's body spasms from the impact and his eyes go wide while the world before them goes bright white. The blinding pain of his hand shattering hits all at once and it's...unbearable.

He falls unconscious in an instant while his body continues to react with wheezes and twitches. The hammer moves away to reveal the poor little hand, crushed and mangled and quickly bruising dark as night.

[legogradstudent]

Shaking hands with someone he is certain torpedoed one of his manuscripts, the grad student imagines the sounds of bones being crushed.

[thewigmaster]

Why? - Crushed Bones

[deadgirldying-blog]

and your eyes are slits in bags of fat and your eyes are piss-holes in the snow

Why?

[reflectedsplendour]

To inhaling crushed bones through a dried up white-out pen and riding the backwards racer in hot june rain and a marching blue and gold plastic bag poncho rain coat

WHY? - Crushed Bones

[agazetothesoundandsilence-blog]

Why? - Crushed Bones from the album Elephant Eyelash (2005)

[Verse 1: Yoni Wolf] To inhaling crushed bones Through a dried up white-out pen And riding the backwards racer In hot june rain And a marching blue and gold Plastic bag poncho rain coat It's a wooden coaster With a medium hill height mean High hill to flat ground ratio You know I'd sell my shingles For a thimble dip of snow Back then I'da sold my single For a finger tip of blow [Hook #1] And us in navy blue hoodies and khakis As was the style that year (And us in navy blue hoodies and khakis as was the style that year) And us in navy blue hoodies and khakis [Verse 2: Yoni Wolf] In London Where the sirens yelp Like a helpless dog With his paws stepped on And the rain comes down in late July And the record labels call you "Why?" And your eyes are slits and bags of fat And your eyes are pissholes in the snow And your eyes are slits and bags of fat And your eyes are pissholes in the snow I swear the riders on the tube Tie razors to their elbows The riders on the tube Keep call cold coal in their billfolds The riders on the tube Will hide cocaine in their shell-toes And yes yes yes man They'll novacaine the hello Til the constables got pit bulls With their car phones all stepped on Til the constables got pit bulls With crushed bones up their nose holes (Til the cows come home) [Hook #2] And us in fish net hats and canvas shoes As was the style that year (And us in fish net hats and canvas shoes as was the style that year) And us in fish net hats and canvas shoes As was the style that year (And us in fish net hats and canvas shoes) As was the style...

[riverryee]