Oh SNAP @jumper-zuzu

Oh SNAP @jumper-zuzu

I've done this one but idk if I've made you read it yet.

...got it. Please keep in mind this is just a snippet of a chapter I wrote a long time ago for the digipocalypse story. I scanned it for basic editing/formatting errors but it's 5:30 in the morning and I can't be fucked lol.

CW: attempted rape, assault, violence.

"Naomi, get up," a loud voice demanded. A hand grabbed her by the left shoulder and shook hard, trying to wake her and pull her up to a sitting position at the same time; it ached horribly.

"Ow-what are you doing that hurts," Naomi mumbled as she came to. She tried to shrug the hand away; its grip tightened. A face suddenly appeared before her. She gasped sharply and jumped.

"What the hell is wrong with you? It's me!" The voice growled. It was Lukas.

"I-I'm sorry, you just startled me, and you're hurting me. Let go!" She tried to grasp the back of his hand with her right and pull it away; it didn't budge.

"Where the hell have you been? I heard you got back hours ago." His voice was quiet. The underlying malice frightened her even more.

"We did, I-I mean, well yeah, we did, I went to the Medbox to drop off supplies and get my arm patched up afte-ah!"

A swift blow to the face cut her off. A backhand to her right cheek, the gaudy class ring he always wore dug into her skin. Her head snapped to the side. The strike overwhelmed her and tears filled her eyes. Her breath caught as he pushed his face into hers, noses nearly touching.

"You're really gonna sit there and lie to me?" He asked coolly.

It was then she felt his breath on her face...smelled his breath on her face...old tobacco and paint thinner.

"You're drunk..." she whispered through hitched gasps.

"Maybe I wouldn't have to drink if you'd just COME HOME WHEN YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO," Lukas roared. He stood up, yanking Naomi by the shoulder to the floor.

Naomi shrieked in pain, scrambled to put her feet beneath her but was disoriented by pain and darkness. Light flashed fitfully through the small skylight in the room.

'The door...get to the door.....' she thought as she tried to crawl toward it.

"Ohhhohohohoho," Lukas laughed. The sound of it made Naomi's blood run cold. "Where do you think you're going?"

Her right ankle was crushed to the ground under the sole of a booted foot. She screamed again.

Another flash of light came from the overhead window brighter this time, and over the sound of her own crying and Lukas' heavy breathing she heard a low rumble.

"Three days, Little Bird," Lukas murmured menacingly.

Naomi shuddered in terror at the sound of her father's pet name for her in the mouth of her ex.

"Three days you've been off with another man thinking I wouldn't figure it out. Are you really that STUPID?!" The last word boomed from his mouth louder than the approaching thunder. He stood full-weight on her ankle for a brief second as he took a step forward.

"That's not what happened!" Naomi cried. "We went to find supplies for the camp! That's it! And even if I did find someone else. You haven't been my boyfriend for almost a year! You're paranoid! Tanner was right! You're-"

Her sentence was suddenly stifled by a sweaty, clammy palm across her nose and mouth, her slender 5'6" frame dwarfed and pinned by 300 lbs of athlete-turned-alcoholic bulk on top of her.

"SHUT UP!!" Lukas bellowed. He panted heavily. His eyes seemed bloodshot and took on a beast-like quality. His lips curled back, teeth gnashing together with rage. An inhuman roar erupted from his mouth.

Naomi squeezed her eyes shut. He seemed to shout for hours. She tried to look around for something-anything to fend Lukas off with. His hand on her face limited movement. Her arms flailed about the floor, grasping, searching for anything. Her fingernails clinked against glass.

She felt the neck of a glass bottle, grasped it in a shaky hand as Lukas leaned down to her ear.

"If I can't have you..." he whispered. He removed his hand from her face and Naomi let out a strangled sob. His thick forearm slid against her throat, pressure just beginning to cut off her airway. His free hand fiddled with his belt.

"...then I'll just have to take you." He paused as he struggled to push his pants down with one hand. Naomi took the momentary distraction to swing the glass bottle as hard as she could at Lukas' head.

The half-full bottle 'THUNKED' square on the side of his head. The blow stunned him just enough that he rolled sideways off of Naomi. Naomi scrambled to her feet. Lukas' careless hands flailed about trying to grab her but she swung wildly behind her with the bottle, connecting again with something hard. Once the grasping hands fell away from her she dropped the bottle, which shattered, and bolted out the door.

Injury Prompt #1115

Hit with glass bottle

Instead of suck eggs I'm now using suck crabs.

"I've come here on the trail of the elusive chupacraba."

"Don't you mean chupaCABRA?"

"No, this one sucks crabs."

I have questions about whoever sent this in

HNNNNNNG-

Whump Prompt #1142

Anon said: Need me some touch-starved, happy-go-lucky whumpee finally breaking down when hugged by the caretaker after everything that they went through.

Don’t we all:

“I- I need- I just-” Stammers whumpee. Caretaker wordlessly pulls them into a hug.

The whumpee tries to pull away at first, but when the caretaker puts a hand on the back of their head, the whumpee stills. 

Then the whumpee sobs. Literally sobs. 

By the end, they’re exhausted and embarrassed, and want nothing more than to crawl into a pit and sleep for an eternity. So the caretaker lets them go. 

“Thank you.” The whumpee sniffs. The caretaker nods. “Anytime.”

i hate shark slander. theyre literally just sitting in their own living room

When the whumpee isn’t used to people caring about them or comforting them, so when the caretaker finds them crying and immediately hugs them, they have no idea how to react. The caretaker holding them gently and rubbing their back until the whumpee relaxes and starts to cry harder, then staying there and whispering comforting things to them until they calm down. The whumpee ending up falling asleep in the caretaker’s arms, too worn out from crying to stay awake, and the caretaker carrying them to bed. The whumpee waking up a few hours later to find the caretaker waiting at their bedside with a glass of water for them, and asking the caretaker why they’re being so nice. This question breaking the caretaker’s heart, and them telling the whumpee that they deserve to be cared for, then hugging them again.

I considered that when designing my Frontier OC. Much more beastly Beast Spirit was my aim.

Shutumon / Zephyrmon I have done as something relatively easy to practise.

(personally, I prefer the name Zephyrmon by a landslide)

And let me take this opportunity to post a hot take on our badass winged wind lady. First, lemme say that I do like her design. (except for that unnecessary belt hanging down her back; I almost forgot it, then decided to actually leave it away.) However, she is the one not fitting among the Beast Spirits. It's already in the name. BEAST Spirit. For that, Zephyrmon just looks way to human. Of course, her looks fit well for the story during her first appearance (where Ranamon gets jealous because Zephyrmon is the much prettier Beast Spirit than Calmaramon). However, as a Beast Spirit, she should probably look a lot more bird-like. Because again, she looks like a winged woman when she's a Beast Spirit. Everyone else looks much more animal-like, after all. Takuya's a dragon, Koji's a wolf, Koichi's a lion, Tommy is a badass, axe-wielding bear, and J.P. is... that machine-lightning-beetle thingy. Even the "evil Spirits" have more animalistic Beast Spirits. Again - I do like this design. But Zephyrmon just sticks out that way. And I can't help but wonder what a more animalistic, bird-like Beast Spirit of Wind would look like.