Slow Horses, s2e4
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Slow Horses, s2e4
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Waking Up Scenarios
Concrete Cold — eyes open to the sting of gravel pressed into their cheek, dried blood sticking their skin to the ground. Every muscle aches when they try to move.
Fogged and Bound — awareness trickles back with a burning neck, wrists cinched tight, fighting for vision as they realise they can’t move.
Hands First — they wake to someone slapping lightly at their face, murmuring “hey, come on, stay with me” — blurred voices and panic before the world comes back into play.
Public Humiliation — wake flat on their back in the middle of a crowd, strangers staring down, some filming, none helping fast enough.
Too Bright — harsh light floods in the second they pry their eyes open, head pounding, body strapped to a metal table.
Caretaker’s Lap — they stir to the feeling of a shirt under their cheek, arms around them, someone whispering: “easy, you’re safe, I’ve got you.”
Alone and Exposed — waking in an alley, shirt damp, ribs aching, with no memory of how they got there or why their hands won’t stop shaking.
Dragged Back — half-conscious, they wake only enough to realize they’re being carried, boots scraping the floor, head limp against a stranger’s chest.
Fever-Slick — waking mid-sickness, drenched in sweat, mumbling nonsense, too weak to push the blanket away.
Interrupted Nightmare — they jolt awake with a cry, not realizing the screams were theirs, throat raw, body fighting before hands pin them gently down.
Pinned by Weight — stirring only to feel a boot or a knee across their chest, air still cut off, the fight not finished after all.
Labored Return — they come to gasping, chest heavy, heartbeat wrong, every inhale clawing its way through cracked ribs or bruised lungs.
Disoriented — first thought: where am I? Second: why can’t I move? Third: oh fuck, someone’s watching me.
Forever obsessed with Character A finding out Character B is sick when B falls asleep against them and at first it's just cute and cuddly but then A realizes they can feel feverish heat radiating from B's face where it's pressed against their shoulder
Whump March Madness
Final Four Round 1
stabbed
coughing up blood
When screams turn to strangled breaths, thrashing turns to trembling and twitching, because the whumpee is too exhausted, too broken for anything else.
When sobs no longer make a sound, because their throat is raw from screaming, so it’s just hitching breaths and silent tears from desperately squeezed eyes When words, begging or defiant, lose meaning and turn into quiet, breathy groans, barely recognizable as “no"s When thoughts wander and dissolve, unable to form, unable to even process whatever the whumper is saying, when every new blow comes as a surprise, because the mind is too clouded to anticipate what it knows is coming
kinda want him gagging on it (his own blood)
hey now .
YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME
An incapacitated character who is aware enough of their surroundings and the activity around them but too weak or out of it to actively participate- watching proceedings blearily from where they lie or slump, through half-lidded eyes and scarce able to lift their head, possibly unable to so much as speak; reduced to a mere spectator as others around them continue the action.
is every episode of young wallander gonna end with him getting beat the living shit out of him or
Just leaving this here
peroxide
prompt: swamp, wound cleaning
whumpee: illya kuryakin
fandom: the man from uncle
hi welcome to fic 16! it’s pre ot3 or gen or established, you pick. hope you enjoy!
They’re about thirty minutes into trudging through a swamp somewhere in central Canada when Illya says, quite conversationally and apropos of nothing, “I think I was injured. In escape.”
omg im absolutely obsessed with the way river is so unsure if lamb is serious or not in the last drive the wedge ask. would you be willing to share another snippet with lamb or maybe frank?
THANK YOU it's one of the things that makes me the most bonkers about this lmao is the like. the association that happens in river's mind post-rescue with frank and lamb and how it casts so much... doubt on lamb sometimes, even beyond lamb already being a cantankerous asshole. it's like he thinks in that clip - lamb has never been violent to him before but things just feel so much less certain now. how can be trust that he won't be? it's so fun to me.
as thanks for asking and also an apology for taking a couple days to answer, have TWO clips, one with lamb and one with frank :)
this is um. well. snippet. clip. this is a.......... rather long piece from river's time in captivity sldfjs and then down under that ive got a clip from after his return, from the same conversation the last clip with lamb is from. this is. well it's frank, so content warning for. frank. and generally just. violence/trauma.
drive the wedge, frank:
Frank is looking at him. His eyes are hard and cold and they don’t waver for a moment. They bore into River’s with enough intensity that it nearly makes River flinch backwards just to see them. He just barely manages to stifle the instinct — it’s a close enough call that his hand, the one gripping the arm of the chair, flexes and the chain of the cuff around his wrist rattles.
when filming a tv show you should ask yourself will the fans be able to gif this if not then add more lighting
When your WIP doesn’t write itself:
Sow Horses s01e01 "Failure’s Contagious" River Cartwright burning his hand while opening a flashbox. [extra hand slap gifs]
(:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ a month’s worth of whump prompts ]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)
¹⁾ blood swirling down a shower drain
²⁾ stitches on a cheekbone
³⁾ fingertips numb from cold
⁴⁾ painkillers and a cup of tea left on a nightstand
⁵⁾ a thick plaster cast
⁶⁾ canine teeth tipped with blood
⁷⁾ a bruise in the shape of a boot print
⁸⁾ dried tear tracks
⁹⁾ an inescapable migraine
¹⁰⁾ sunglasses over a bruised eye
¹¹⁾ scars littering the expanse of a back
¹²⁾ bloodied teeth
¹³⁾ skinned knees
¹⁴⁾ a torn-apart first aid kit
¹⁵⁾ frozen peas pressed against a fresh bruise
¹⁶⁾ brambles and twigs knotted into hair
¹⁷⁾ lipstick and a split lip
¹⁸⁾ an especially improvised tourniquet
¹⁹⁾ blood seeping through clothes
²⁰⁾ a heart monitor
²¹⁾ unbearable nausea
²²⁾ a hoarse throat
²³⁾ blood under fingernails
²⁴⁾ a thermometer between bitten lips
²⁵⁾ hands soothing over a shaking frame
²⁶⁾ a twisted ankle on the side of a mountain
²⁷⁾ cuddling for warmth
²⁸⁾ thin hospital blankets
²⁹⁾ broken glass
³⁰⁾ a knife pressed against a throat
³¹⁾ night terrors
Whumptober / Day 22 / Tourniquet
"Oh, that's not good."
“Roddy, that’s not fucking helping!” Shirley sneered, and River thought she might strangle the tech expert if her hands weren’t currently covered in River’s blood.
“What? It’s not,” Roddy said, offended as he turned a shade paler.
River didn’t need to be told things were dire; the pain and the large amount of blood staining his jeans were enough to tell him that. Well, that and the bullet hole in his thigh.
“Give me your belt,” Shirley yelled at the tech whiz, holding her hand out impatiently, leaving one still pressed against River’s wound.
“It’s Gucci,” Ho scoffed.