Loaf

The brain worm of "aperture" continues to burrow in my brain.

Fic link: Aperture

Fic creator:

@birdbyrne

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Their mind wanders away, or their train of thoughts keeps derailing or jumping all over, or concentrating is very hard, or they almost fall asleep/ pass out every few minutes or so, or they kind of just freeze and stare into the void.

Friends and/ or caretakers keep having to wake them up or try to get them to focus.

They get worried over whumpee being unable to hold a normal conversation, or unable to fill a role or do something important expected of them. They need the whumpee awake just a little longer, perhaps even to save their live.

They keep telling whumpee: "Are you with me?" or "Whumpee, can you hear me?" or "Stay with me, whumpee." or "Whumpee, please, you have to focus!"

Maybe caretakers and or friends are resigned to the possibility whumpee is not lucid enough for now and cannot help. Or resigned to try again later when the fever gets better, or the blood volume gets restored, or the drugs wear off.

Content: torture, whipping, sarcastic whumpee

"--fuck!" Hoarsely

The long stare of "...are you serious, are you shitting me" 🙁

"yeah, that's--this is fun, let's do some more torture of me, why are you smiling you sadistic fuck!"

"...the knife doesn't make you right."

"I'm gonna kill you--no, not like right now, no--I'm dreaming okay? Let me have this, I'm manifesting..."

the hero going into battle and a General, who always gave them shit for being inexperienced, sees a big pimple on their face, reminding them that the hero is still going through puberty

an afab hero getting their first period on a mission and freaking out, getting help and products from an older healer, who offers some kind words with an aching heart

a comatose hero being visited by their normal school teacher and classmates, which hits their hero mentors like a slap

at a victory celebration, the hero is denied alcohol as they are not of age

hero making a joking remark like never having even paid a bill or not having a credit card (or something equivalent to the setting)

after a late night strategy meeting, the hero falls asleep on the table. the room falls quiet when a team member picks them up, and looks like a parent carrying their kid to bed

the hero’s voice cracks in the middle of giving a speech. the hero is embarrassed, everyone else is silently looking down

a traitor/spy goes through the heroes stuff and, instead of just weapons or important documents, mainly discovers crumpled notes from friends, doodles, and half-finished sheets of homework

hero sees kids their own age playing, arguing, or laughing somewhere safe, and pauses. someone has to call their name to bring them back to the mission

"You may eat." as in Come on, be grateful that I'm allowing you even this and lick that plate clean, whumpee.