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whump stuffs: gift edition
Sept sat alone in their room, missing their best friend. They stared at the photo on their phone, the last photo they had before their world fell apart three months ago. Standing in front of a really cool boulder, their best friend, Kylie, standing next to them, a big grin on her face like she normally had.
"Sept?" Sept's mother whispered as she entered the room. "I have a gift for you,"
Sept stood up and followed their mother out of the room, not speaking.
Their mother took them down to the basement, the place that Sept was never allowed to go.
Their mother opened a locked door with a key, and on the other side, a thin figure sat in the corner, her wrists bound behind her, a gag in her mouth, and eyes covered with a tight strip of black fabric.
"Happy birthday, Sept."
The person looked in the direction of the voice and let out a muffled scream.
"Go talk to her," Sept's mother coaxed.
Sept glared at their mother, this was needlessly cruel, the poor girl.
Sept walked closer, and in the dim lighting, the person slowly increased in familiarity beyond the scars.
Sept pulled the gag out and pulled down the blindfold, then hugged Kylie.
Kylie wriggled out of their grip and whispered, "Please, Master, I swear, I did nothing wrong, your son didn't see me, I swear, I swear, I-"
She broke into a sob and Sept's mother grabbed her and shoved her into the wall and snapped, "Why did you let him take off your gag you little brat!"
"Stop!" Sept snapped. They shoved their mother away from Kylie and grabbed the oddly light form of their best friend and ran out of the basement, then shut the door behind them. They threw their weight against the door as they set down Kylie, and Kylie stared at them weakly, not acknowledging them.
A man in Crimea sings in support of Ukraine and is taken away
-posting for information, not bc i agree with it obviously -
-from Sevastopol smersh -
Sevastopol SMERSH continues the successful denazification of Zhdunov For a long time, this character kept the residents of several houses on Khrustaleva Street in suspense with his aggressive behavior Zhdun went out onto the balcony of his house and, to the sounds of hard rock, praised the criminal Kiev regime, while not mincing words, discredited the Russian Armed Forces, insulted our President and the authorities All this continued until Comrade Major came to visit him Now “our” speaker is facing a couple of articles of the criminal code, including for calls for terrorist activities. The screaming will be somewhere else
Sevastopol. SMERSH (https://t.me/sevsmersh)
beautiful people who still support Ukraine! people are taken away for the most minor of offenses.
I read the last line at first without realizing full implications -- then realize they mean screaming because tortured in prison.
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I'll go with a backstory snippet from The Forgotten Ones for this one because I still need to write some more content for Supernova Initiative (:
TW. Implied past torture, medieval dungeon setting, general whump (characters are not having a good time, in short)
There were footsteps on the corridor outside the rusted, magically suppressant iron door of the cell. Nursing a myriad of lashes, cuts, and bruises from his latest session under the Magisters 'ministrations', Asael painstakingly dragged himself into a somewhat seated position, as he always did.
Behind him, Deryc was still asleep, wrists rubbed raw by the iron cuffs, somewhat bruised but otherwise untouched. He wanted to keep it that way for as long as he could manage to keep the brunt of the Inquisition's wrath away from his Kindred. But that didn't mean that every time those soldiers walked down that hall his heart didn't start racing in his chest like a hare fleeing from a wolf.
It wasn't long until the footsteps that had been coming closer and closer stopped the door was unlocked. Two armored knights stood at the threshold and the red-robed figure of the Magister strode into the frigid cell. Asael recognized the man and felt the last, damaged shreds of hope in his heart wither and die.
This guy was one of the worst ones.
"Have you changed your mind, heretic?"
Asael closed his shaking hands into fists, and as he opened his mouth to speak, he heard a slight rustle, followed by a sleepy hum and the clinking of chains. Deryc had woken up, and as much as Asael adored his Kindred's company, the young man couldn't have picked a worse time to make his presence known.
"I don't know," Deryc began with a tone that meant nothing but trouble. Asael wanted to scream through their bond for him to just shut up and not aggravate the situation. He would have if their magic wasn't being cut off, "Have you changed your mind about being a bigoted asshole?"
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