#possible death

[nobody-writes-stuff]

Regulus: I can’t be in love with you!

James: Why not?

Regulus: You’d be in danger!

James: I already am!

Regulus: The dark lord will come after you!

James: He already will! I refuse to let you do this alone, whether you agree or disagree I will still join you.

Regulus: But-

James: Living without you is more frightening then facing the dark lord.

Regulus: James.

James: I love you Regulus Black, and I refuse to live without you.

Regulus: I love you too.

James:

Regulus: It will be hard and you won’t be able to tell anyone where we are. Not even Sirius or Remus.

James: I understand.

Regulus: We’ll be facing death, if the dark lord catches us before we’re done it’s the end. This is the only way to kill him.

James: I know Reggie, but I am with you even if it means dying. I will always join you, in every lifetime.

[rangers-arecool]

@menelvagor :: thorin | reply to this ::

There was a growing feeling of dread among the other Dwarves because no-one wanted to be the one to tell their King that the silent Toymaker he'd taken to sitting with during meals, was nowhere to be found. That dread only got more noticeable when they saw Thorin moving and knew he'd over heard the end of Kili's question.

Kill was the only one who didn't see the figure looming behind him, for his back was turned, and he answered the question rather distractedly. "That Bifur is missing and possibly dead." It was only then that he recognised what Fili had been trying to warn him about. He moved away from the elder Dwarf and turned to look at him. "Uncle Thorin."

[scath001]

Whump Prompt 310

Cold, they thought, staring at the blurring lights. It was tough trying to concentrate through the numbing pain of a stab wound.

This is how I die.

This is how I die.

They could hear it, the quiet, muffled voices in their head; whispers in the dark.

It'll be like sleeping.

They sounded so convincing. They could feel their bone deep exhaustion creeping in, griping their mind. The dance black spots were growing bigger, swallowing their vision rapidly.

Fuck, was the last thing they thought bitterly, unhearing their name being screamed, unfeeling of familiar warm arm, desperately trying to keep them in the present.

[itsawhumpderfullife]

Whump Prompt #188

Sweat rolling down their forehead, Caretaker ran as fast as they could with Whumpee’s form held tightly as they could to them. The front of their shirt had long since soaked in the blood, but they didn’t care.

A choked sob of relief was punched out of them as their car finally came into view, a lone sign of civilization among the desolate dirt path in the trees.

“Ah!” Whumpee finally screamed, eyes half open and hazy and face screwed up in pain. Caretaker was going to absolutely spoil them for being able to stay quiet for so long when they needed to.

But for now, Caretaker immediately got onto the road and laid Whumpee down, their blood loss having gone too long not to administer what help they could.

Another stifled shout ripped from Whumpee’s lips even as Caretaker lowered them as gently as they could down to the ground.

“Shh, you did so good keeping quiet. Do you think you’ll need a gag so I can stop the bleeding? I know it hurts and I don’t want them to hear you if they happen to get close.” Caretaker said as they opened their trunk to reveal an abundance of medical equipment for just in case. 

After a moment, Whumpee nodded, the movement punctuated with a wince.

Rummaging around in their trunk, Caretaker cursed as they saw a container with a dark spot, opening it to find shard of glass and clear liquid soaking it through.

“Fuck. The morphine vials broke. FUCK!” Caretaker cursed as they got every thing else they needed and shut the trunk as quietly as they could. “I’m so sorry Whumpee. I’m going to have to do this without any way to dull the pain. Here, open your mouth.”

Once again, it took a few moments for Whumpee’s to clear a moment and their mouth open to allow Caretaker to shove a small cloth suitable for a gag but not big enough to completely obstruct their breathing.

“Try to stay awake, okay Whumpee? You can’t lose consciousness now, alright?” Caretaker babbled, not sure whether they were assured themselves, Whumpee, or both of them

Gathering their things, Caretaker straightened up, preparing to start on Whumpee when Whumpee’s iron bar grip latched onto their arm.

Looking down at Whumpee, Whumpee’s wide tear-filled eyes met Caretaker’s as they squeezed Caretaker’s arm before immediately letting go.

“I- I love you too, Whumpee.”

Hand falling back to their side, Whumpee’s eyes fluttered shut for an instant, Caretaker’s heart clenching before they opened again, their gaze steadily more hazy as the moments drug on.

It was only a moment before Whumpee was screaming into the gag, their body screaming out in pain, Caretaker doing what they needed to do to save them.

Whumpee’s cries fell silent far too soon after.

[flamingredanon]

I feel the need for some SirRave angst. For most of his life Henry has noticed very odd behaviour in his two parents. At dinner they would set the table for 4 people, make or order enough food for 4 people and they have a bed big enough to hold 3 people. He has occasionally seen papa Wilford sobbing in the living room, he will often catch his dad Terrence staring blankly out of the window to the garden and they both violently flinch whenever the phone rings. For the longest time he thought his parents were just weird but one day he found a fancy looking box under his parents bed and decided to look through it. He found a bright pink jacket with a weird stain on it, a bright pink pair of shades, a bright pink top hat and a bunch of photos with his parents with another man or just this man by himself. Confused he decided to ask his parents about this man.

Wilford and Terrence knew this day was coming. So Wilford picked up Henry and set the young boy in his lap, with Terrence sitting right beside them as Wilford spoke, tears already escaping.

"A long time ago, your dad and I was in love with another man, his name was Randy Radman. All three of us were happy and in love, thinking nothing bad could ever happen."

Wilford felt his voice getting shaky as he continued "Then one day, some people that worked with Randy attacked him, severally injuring him. We got him to the hospital and stayed with him as much as we can. And then one day, the doctors told us Randy had left despite being severally injured still."

Terrence finished speaking for Wilford, seeing the memories being too much for Wilford. "His clothing was the only thing he left, and despite years of searching, we never found Randy. Eventually we gathered all his stuff and put it in this box, so we could remember him. Though we do hope to see each other again, which is why we do what we do, just in case Randy ever does return home to us."

Wilford hugged Henry as Terrence put the box back in their room. As much as they wanted to be hopeful, the two of them knew that most likely, Randy ran off and succumbed to his injuries, most likely not wanting to bother the doctors or them.

Wilford and Terrence still held on to the hope that they were wrong, that Randy was ok out there and he would be back soon. A fading hope that was dimming every day.

[rinas-ninjas]

What about something for the picture of Cole and Zane in that blizzard that you drew?

https://rinas-ninjas.tumblr.com/post/626292196836048896/i-fucked-up

Zane was cold.

He was always cold; between his mechanical form and his command of ice, it was a given that he run chilly. It didn’t cause him discomfort, and it never bothered him to be used as a cooling icicle for his team in the summer.

But this cold was bitter. It howled and stabbed at his processor, sent shooting spikes of fear into his circuits.

This cold was burning his heart away with each sliver of ice that creeped along his shoulders.

“Cole,” He rasped. “Cole, you must stay awake.”

Sleepy eyes stared up at him. “Huh?”

Zane swallowed at the bluish tint to Cole’s lips. “You cannot fall asleep.” Warning signals flashed in his line of sight. Cole’s temperature was dropping. “You must stay awake until help arrives.”

Cole shifted slightly; he was curled against Zane, head lolling into his shoulder and hands in his lap. “M’okay,” he muttered. “Promise…” His lashes fluttered again, and Zane shoved down his panic in lieu of gently shaking him.

“Cole.”

Cole whined at being disturbed, but he blinked and shook his head like he did when staying up on stakeouts.

Zane anxiously checked the Bounty’s coordinates. He’d sent out the SOS hours ago, when the storm was first approaching, and it was clear that Cole’s leg wasn’t going to hold out. Luckily, they were substantially closer now, but Cole was fading fast.

“Cole, please.”

Silence.

“Cole.”

The wind rushed in his ears.

“Cole!”

He shook the black ninja, harder than what was probably safe, but his eyes stayed shut. His skin had turned dull, he’d stopped shivering –

And all Zane could do was keep him cold.

“Cole, please – you, you must wake up, Cole, please,” Zane begged. “The others will be here soon,” he was panicking, his voice skipping and stuttering like a scratched record. “You need to wake up, Cole, please, just wake up!” He screeched.

The roar of the Bounty whistled in his ears.

He looked up at the descending ship with tears streaming down his face.

“Please wake up,” he rasped.

Cole was still.

“Please.”

[whumpitgood]

ASMR Whump

I just found a whumpy asmr video on YouTube, if you guys are interested. It starts getting whumpy around 11 and a half minutes in.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=78bWAeHPrpo

[marvels-obscure-tophat]

My dog has a large bump on her stomach. Might be a tumor, we found the bump four days ago. Earliest the vet can get her in is July 31st, could be a cyst and can be drained or could be cancerous. :-(

She turns 9 in September.