#tw suffocation

[hellonerf]

this was supposed to be a really late day 3 goretober asphyxiation thing but it's not really gorey at all. okay

[colorfulplasma]

[PREV]

With a burning of light, a Shadow is born

[jenderenvy985]

once i had a really bad sleep paralysis event where it felt like a whole bunch of hands that emerged from my bed were pushing my head in an attempt to suffocate me, but then this random guy entered my doorway and upon seeing me tried to negotiate with the hands to make them stop killing me. the sentiment was nice but he did a horrible job and made everything worse so i had to break free from the hands on my own. the hands were still there though and made attempts to suffocate me again but the guy from earlier peeked into my room again, causing the hands to dissipate for good. it was only then that i got a good look at his face and wouldn’t you know it. sleep paralysis shadow man was jerma985.

[mjfass]

Now, where do we stand?

[thesewingmachine]

let’s think about drowning.

- whumpee being held by the hair, pulled back out and dunked in repetitively

- blood from previous injuries dribbling into the water as whumpee struggles underneath

- shivering and shaking once dragged from the murky depths

if anyone would like to add anything then please do feel welcome to share :)

[serickswrites]

Ready Set Go III

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, suffocation, asphyxiation, strangulation, unconsciousness

Everything was hazy and Whumpee couldn't really focus. The room was spinning and they couldn't concentrate. They could only focus on breathing and getting a breath in. But it took everything in them just to do that.

Whumper.

Whumper was talking. Talking and talking. They should probably listen. But that would require energy and focus. And Whumpee had neither of those things.

"You're doing so great," Whumper cooed in their ear, forcing Whumpee to listen.

"Pl-Pl-Please," Whumpee gasped.

"You did so wonderfully! We're up to a minute thirty-five this time." Whumper cupped Whumpee's cheek.

Whumpee couldn't. They couldn't do this. They were so exhausted. This was all too much. This wasn't fair. "Pl-Pl-Please," they tried again. They needed rest. They needed to breathe. They needed Whumper to take away the Godforsaken bag.

"It's a record for you, Whumpee. Let's see if we can break your record! I bet you can do it! You're doing so wonderfully."

Whumpee let out a sob as Whumper pulled the bag over their head once more. They didn't care that Whumper praised them. They didn't care that they were holding their breath for longer and longer. They just wanted it all to stop.

But as their world grew dark as their lungs burned for air, Whumpee realized they weren't sure if they were as confident in their abilities as Whumper was. They could only hope that they would open their eyes again soon.

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[autocrats-in-love]

Prompt (195)

The villain had accepted this is how they would die. They stopped struggling against the arms pushing them underwater. Everything was hazy. The villain closed their eyes as their lungs burned.

And then the arms came off them and different hands reached down, snatching the villain's collar and hauling them to the surface of the lake.

The villain took deep breaths of air and started coughing. They were dragged a few metres to shore and laid down. They turned over and threw up water and bile onto the grass. They opened their eyes and things were very blurry.

But they were sure they saw the hero standing in front of them, protectively.

"Stay away from them," the hero snarled at the villain's attacker.

The hero's grip tightened on the blood-covered crowbar in their right hand.

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

Febuwhump day 1

Vocal cords

CW suffocation, left to die

When Whumpee woke up, lying down on a hard surface, his breath hitched in his throat as he tried to look around. In the dark, feeling like the walls were closing on him, a scream bubbled up in his throat, but only a hoarse whimper escaped his parted lips. He raised his hand, bumping into another wall above him. His breathing quickened, getting more and more hysterical as he realised where he was; some kind of wooden box. A coffin.

Whumpee wheezed, desperately trying to scream, to make some noise, but the only sounds escaping his throat were soft, strangled gasps. He raised a shaky hand to his neck, and immediately withdrew it, a flash of pain coming from his throat.

Whumpee tried to keep his cool. Surely his team was already searching for him, they would be here soon, he just had to be patient. Most importantly, he had to save his air. How long would it take in such a cramped space before he started to suffocate ? Long enough, he hoped. So he focused on taking slow, deep breaths, feeling his pulse slow down.

Hours went by, slowly. He faded in and out of consciousness, each time struggling more and more to breathe. It felt like the air was heavy, and it was as if he had to fight for each inhalation. Whumpee had never been one to give up easily, but he couldn't help but think that this was the end. He was gonna suffocate in this hellhole, alone and silent.

Suddenly, a noise reached him. Sound, finally. Footsteps, far away, as if several feet above him; but echoing like detonations in the silence. Voices too, even if they were too muffled for him to make out words, whumpee could've sworn they were his friends'. They had found him, they were coming, and the man allowed hope to wash over him again.

He waited. Each breath more shuddering than the previous. Why were they taking so long ? He didn't know where exactly whumper had locked him up, but surely a coffin was noticeable enough? Maybe he was in a basement, and the door was locked. It had to be that; and his team must be looking for a key, or something.

Silence fell. No more footsteps. Whumpee tried to stay calm, but his breathing was turning frantic again, as he struggled to draw in enough air. They were leaving. They were leaving. He opened his mouth in a muted scream, as he was left in the silence again.

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[m-kuprum]

I love the ocean. it makes me Think Of Things.

it made me think how it works in tma because, honestly, there's so much you can do with it.

it's deep, it's almost endless in a way, sometimes it's so very empty, you feel lost, not even know where is up. it is the vast

it's also choking. the water is everywhere, it embraces you from all sides, burying in tons of water, taking out your breath. it is the buried

it's unexplored. it's unexplained sometimes, there, where the light doesn't reach. it hides so many secrets, so many terrifying things. it is the dark

have you ever been in the open ocean? have you seen the unending waters? it's as lonely as it can get.

I wonder if I could fit all other fears here? the desolation with it's destructive nature, the corruption with a hundred crawling things on the ocean floor, the slaughter with all the myths about danger in the waters (or are they myths really)

it's all to say - I love the ocean guys :)) I think it's nice!! come on, the water's warm!

- a.m. kuprum

[munohlow]

Rewatched episode 4 with my folks and i remembered strangulation was Carmine’s MO in the movie too. Eerie to think he was up to his bullshit until minutes before his death (tried to kill Selina)

[thesewingmachine]

before I share these prompts, I just wanted to let everybody know that I have experience with most of these first hand as I was recently hospitalised and had a feeding tube inserted nasally

with that being said, onto the prompts! :D

- whumpee has to deal with the throat/nasal trauma after having an ng tube inserted for the first time

- whumpee has their ng tube inserted wrong (can puncture things inside)

- whumpees ng tube gets stuck in the throat as it’s being inserted, it eventually goes down, though their throat is scraped raw afterward and their aspirate is full of blood

- whumpees ng dislodged inside of them and ends up in their lung

- whumpee has a panic attack over having their ng inserted for the second time because they can’t go through that again

- whumper handles whumpees feeds, they purposely push air down whumpees tube

- whumpee can’t aspirate and has to pull off multiple syringes of air (imagine your stomach is acting like one of those shrink wrap bags, and that’s how it feels)

- whumpee has a throat infection around the same time their tube has to be changed

- whumpee turns down any offers for a bowl presuming that their gag reflexes won’t act up whilst their ng tube is inserted. They’re wrong, of course, and now their nurse, friend, etc, has to finish the job with whumpee covered in their own vomit.

I might add on to this later but that’s all I can think of so far! if anyone has any questions or would like to add on to this, please ask away or feel free to do so! <3

[serickswrites]

Ready Set Go VIII

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, suffocation, rescue, hurt/aftermath, hurt/recovery, hurt/comfort

Everything hurt. Everything hurt and Whumpee was surprised. They were certain Whumper had killed them. They were certain they were never going to wake up again when Caretaker had rushed in shouting for them. They were certain that as they heard the sounds of fighting that they were going to die and Caretaker was going to be right there, unable to save them.

So to wake up was a surprise.

"Oh thank God, Whumpee!" Caretaker cried with relief. Their face was very close to Whumpee's.

"Ca'r," Whumpee rasped. They could barely say anything. They had no energy and everything hurt.

"It's ok. It's ok. I'm here. You're ok. You're ok." Caretaker cupped their cheek gently.

Whumpee leaned into Caretaker's touch. They were alive. They were alive! And though everything hurt, they were alive. And they would be alive.

"I'm sorry it took me so long to get here. I'm so sorry, Whumpee," Caretaker sobbed as they pulled Whumpee into their arms and held Whumpee tightly.

Whumpee wanted to tell Caretaker it was ok. That it wasn't their fault. That there was nothing to forgive. But they were so tired. And everything hurt so much. They patted Caretaker's hand gently, hoping that the message would be conveyed.

"I'm so glad you're ok, Whumpee. I've got you. I've got you. You're ok." Caretaker squeezed them tightly.

Whumpee was safe. Caretaker had them. Though they very much wanted to stay awake, they were so tired. And so they allowed themself to drift as Caretaker lifted them up and left Whumper's compound. They were safe. Caretaker had them. They could rest. Caretaker had them. They were safe.

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[the--other]

Guys why are we attacking the other??? they're clearly super strong its a bad idea

POCKET SAND

⚠️ CW Asfixia/Suffocation and Emetophobia/Vomit mention

The Witchlight Mist is almost so dense and horribly fetid, it's really impossible to breathe. Either you'll die by asfixia or vomiting your guts out.(¿?

[starlessmourning]

turned my tadc au into ocs based on far cry 5 lmao

i post art of them on my toyhouse more since im kind of bored of tumblr

cw for choking/suffocation under the cut

[finchbirb]

Tw: suffocating, death

Whumpee who does everything they have to do to escape Whumper, Whumpees who are desperate. Whumpees that kill Whumper.

Whumpee is at their limit. They can’t take it anymore. So in the dead of night they sneak into Whumper’s room and hold the pillow over Whumper’s head.

Just Whumpees who are desperate

[thewandererh]

debating whether i should share an older cccclinic fic…..here’s a snippet of simon having a terrible time