They used to be next to my activity, but now the button is not there anymore. And when I try to see them on the browser, nothing comes up. My settings are to allow messages??? They were working just yesterday???
Was I shadowbanned or something? Anyone else having that problem?
New update: It's been two weeks and I still don't have access to my messages.
Tumblr Staff has not replied to my e-mails, like I imagined they wouldn't. On their help page, they say they don't shadowban people, but now I know better. I don't know what behavior landed me here, since I only reblog other people's posts and use my messages normally, without sending links or anything of the sort.
So now I'm migrating over to @b-b-breathless. I'm sad to be losing over four years of RPs and the first messages I ever traded with friends, but I guess that's life with a niche fetish.
This has just been a shitty cherry on top a very shitty month, so sorry for going MIA. I'll be contacting the people I was currently RPing with when disaster struck and I should get to following the creator I like again in the next week.
I'll also be reposting the writing I did for this blog, since I'm probably going to pull the plug at some point, so don't be alarmed if you see my writing floating around under a different name.
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They used to be next to my activity, but now the button is not there anymore. And when I try to see them on the browser, nothing comes up. My settings are to allow messages??? They were working just yesterday???
Was I shadowbanned or something? Anyone else having that problem?
They used to be next to my activity, but now the button is not there anymore. And when I try to see them on the browser, nothing comes up. My settings are to allow messages??? They were working just yesterday???
Was I shadowbanned or something? Anyone else having that problem?
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In the spirit of Valentine's Day, I'm letting my freak out and let my fellow kinksters know me a bit more
My ideal RP (involving most of my kinks) would be a vaguely scifi facility that gets people with wombs (usually through offers they can't refuse) to impregnate them (it can be with babies or monsters or aliens or whatever).
This process is extremely onerous (and horny) to the surrogate, to the point it causes them to seize, have difficulty breathing and finally arrest. This would happen many times during the pregnancy.
And these people are really precious because it's very hard to take one of these through to the end, so saving them is at the utmost importance.
I tried to start it up a couple of times in the past, but never managed to get too far. Maybe one day!
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My body, engulfed in a cocoon of plastic, my heart, artificially kept beating, my body waiting for me to be awaken. I signed up for this experiment, not knowing what would happen with my body after being forced to fall asleep. All I remember is the gas, the sweet gas putting me to sleep, forcing my eyes to close, to numb the pain before an electrical shock sent my heart into overdrive. The people at the lab knew how to handle such a situation, making sure to my lungs were supplied with just enough oxygen to keep them going.
I laid peacefully on the bed, unaware of my surroundings, the monitor that captured my faint heart rate as the ventilator occasionally pumped fresh oxygen into my lungs. I wasnโt supposed to wake up for another couple of years, but the oxygen shortage inside my pod decided otherwise. Without knowing, my lungs started to demand more and more oxygen, something the system just couldnโt supply. All sorts of alarms started to go off, I was choking. I was dying. My heart started to speed up as my body started to spasm lightly on the table, fighting to stay alive. The ever so slightly moving monitor fell flat, that was it. My heart, my body failed to fight.
A team of doctors and nurses stormed into my little room, cursing and giving commands to one another before tearing open the cocoon my body was held in. A strong set of male hands started to compress my still chest as a nurse disconnected my breathing tube from the automatic ventilator before connected an ambubag to the open end. My chest caved in each time the man used his entire weight to crush my sternum, hoping to bring me back. The monitor occasionally captured the attempts, a small bump interrupting the flat line running across the screen. The doctorโs set of compressions came to an end, taking a break to fill my lungs with much needed oxygen as the nurse gave the ambubag two big squeezes.
The muscular man interlocked his hands once more, before lowering them back onto my nude chest. It felt like he didnโt care whether or not my ribs broke, the force he used was tremendous as he only cared about bringing his little experiment back to life.
โCโmon Lauren, damn it, fight!โ, he sighed out, looking over at the monitor, then back to my body.
My body continued to rock side to side as his hands forced my sternum inwards, in turn forcing my stomach out. The monitor continued to blare itโs alarm as a nurse injected some epi into my arm. My peaceful body, once so still, now being worked on by an entire team continued to endure the torture it was forced though. The flat line running across the monitor in the corner of the room suddenly changed into a squiggly line.
โPrepare to shock her.โ, the male commanded, out of breath as he wiped away the sweat forming on his forehead.
A nurse unpacked the defibrillator packs, placing the orange pads above my right breast, and one below my left breast before turning the knob on the machine present in the room. The chime echoed throughout the room as the male doctor compressed my heart a few more times before the machine gave itโs signature double bleep.
โClear!โ, one of the nurses commanded before firmly pressing the paddles onto the orange spots on my chest.
My chest jerked violently, moving one of the orange pads before crashing hard down again as the entire team looked at the monitor, hoping for a change.
โNothing, go again!โ, the male doctor commanded before firmly compressing my heart once more.
The defibrillator started to charge up again as the nurse responsible for my breathing gave the ambubag another big squeeze.
The defibrillator finished charging, right as the female finished filling my lungs with much needed air.
โClear!โ, the nurse once again commanded after correcting the orange pad, and releasing the current onto my still chest.
My chest once again violently jerked, before crashing hard down onto the bed below.
The strong male hands found their way back to my sternum, ready to compress my heart. The man used his entire weight, putting his knee onto the bed, ignoring the way he bended my ribs below him. My entire frame rocked from side to side, making my breasts jiggle in the process.
โCome back to us, you can do it.โ, the man sighed as he finished another set of rough compressions.
Another huff of air was forced into my lungs, making my bruised chest rise before falling flat again.
The man once again interlocked his hands, lowering them onto the bruised spot between my breasts, before crushing my sternum between them and the bed.
His set nearly came to an end, before the monitor started to display a faint rhythm.
โCheck her pulse points, confirm itโs steady.โ, he commanded out of breath, once again wiping away the sweat from his forehead.
A group of nurses started to touch my body, looking around my pulse points. None of them said something, until the one at my femoral point confirmed it.
โI have a steady beat, nothing too spectacular, but itโs there.โ, she announced with excitement.
The doctor gave her a nod, before ordering the nurse to connect my battered body back to the automatic ventilator.
โSheโs ready for phase two.โ, he said with a grin before filling in the file hanging from the end of my bed.
Sorry for my absence, and the obvious lack of quality dictated by this post. Definitely not my best work but, university made my life pretty bus. Feel free to suggest any treatment you want my body to go through next. ๐ ๐
I imagine you having a seizure while eating and choking would be a unique problem of trying to clear your airway while you are still seizing
that sounds like a fun RP prompt anon โบ๏ธ
Perhaps the first seizure isnโt even that big, I just lose awareness and my eyes start rolling as my hands twitch and I slump in my chair. This is almost normal for me, small seizures scattered throughout the day, theyโre usually okay to deal with. You just gather my limp spasming body into your arms and hold me, making sure Iโm safe.
But Iโm drooling and I start to gag and you realise with horror that I had been eating before I went into the little episode and when you check me Iโm choking. You donโt know what to do so you recline the chair im in and try to open my mouth and manually clear any obstruction as I twitch weakly but once you can see the back of my throat you realise thereโs something stuck and Iโm turning blue.
You lift my limp weakly spasming body and get in a few good Heimlich thrusts before the oxygen deprivation is too much for my brain and the seizure generalises. I stiffen in your arms and groan and you are forced to get me to the ground as I begin to convulse violently, my airway still blocked as you look on in panic and try to figure out what to do.
Out of all stupid choices she'd ever done in her life, getting an apprentice had to be the worse.
Marcia had never had the motherly instincts. When you have demon blood, that was just how it went. Her own mother hadn't been all too happy to find her decapitating critters in the woods as a child and got rid of her as soon as she legally could. From there, she had been content in living the old bog witch stereotype.
But the modern day took a lot out of witches. Sometimes, all you wanted was for someone else to watch the brew while you go get a bagel. You also got to monologue to someone other than your familiar, which you could then pass off as education. So she agreed to try this apprentice thing.
The other wtiches in her coven had gotten educated little things that politely did everything they asked and never got in the way. But being the bog witch that she was, of course she had to grab a reject that had a lot of raw power and terrible attitude, a deadly combination. In her defense, said reject had red hair, a personal weakness.
Marcia had told Penelope so many times to NOT do anything on Halloween... she thought she'd gotten through that thick skull. But wouldn't you know it? She was in the coven Hallows' Eve mixer, waiting for Penelope to show her stupid face so she could brag about her like the other witches were doing when the shop clerk from the shop they got supplies from came to ask her how the summoning had gone. When she pointed out she hadn't had a summoning, he told her about the copious amount of salt and herbs Penelope had purchased a couple days ago. Clear ingredients for a summoning.
So now Marcia was running through the bog in heels (the vallet had taken too long to find her broom).
A green light was coming from inside the windows, which usually wouldn't be worrisome coming from her house, but she was out here. There shouldn't be any magic going on inside.
She tried the front door. Locked. Smart devil.
Marcia climbed the log house on the side and climbed up to the loft window (fine, she used some levitating magic to get there, she wasn't as young as she used to be!).
Once she stepped inside, every hair on her body stood on end. The scent of sulfur filled the cottage. The light was coming from right below the loft area.
Downstairs, a circle had been drawn with black salt on the stone ground. Protection runes too. On any other day, something that might be able to protect her apprentice. But with the veil between realms so thin... if you called... anything could answer, even if you were very specific about who you wanted to summon. And in the middle of the circle, where she should most definitely not be, was her apprentice.
When you did a protection circle, it kept the bad things inside. Rule number one was to never break it, lest something can escape into the world.
Implicit number zero was to never go inside the circle. Because, well, you could end up floating several feet off the floor and emitting green light out of your mouth and eyes.
"Finally, young witch..." Came a voice from Penelope's mouth that did not belong to her throat. It was raspy and grovely, like it came from inside a deep pit and not a thin goth girl. "I was growing impatient."
As if this night couldn't get any worse.
"Dad," she told the demon inside her apprentice. "Get out of my apprentice! How many times do I have to tell you not to do that shit?"
"Oh, but she made it so inviting... passage into the house of my own flesh and blood? Inside of the dwelling of the one I could possess without damaging...? The one who has shunned m out? I could not pass on the opportunity."
Ugh, this again?
"You can't possess me without my consent, you bag of farts. I told you this already. Many times. Leave me alone."
"I am nothing if not patient, child. But... I do believe it is of your interest to hear me out now."
"And why is that?"
Though she had remained perfectly still where she was, floating there, there was a twitch to Penelope's chest then. Then another. Her right shoulder jerked once, then again. Then her left. Her fingers closed, then opened.
And when smoke started to get out from her open mouth, Marcia noticed something she hadn't before.
Penelope wasn't breathing.
"Let. Her. Go!"
"Oh, she fought valliantly, this little apprentice of yours... She's a tough one, I'll give you that. She thinks so highly of you too... But I am beyond human will, child, and you only delay the inevitable by fighting me."
She struggled to think. How to get rid of him, how to banish him while he was still inside Penelope? She couldn't. Not without...
Oh.
"You know I shall consume anything I possess... except the child made from my own blood and bone. If you allow me your body... I can let your feeble one go," the devil continued, unaware of her train of thought. "She doesn't have much time. Hearts and lungs nowadays are not what they used to be... Cellular phones and whatnot".
Penelope gasped, her abdomen trembling as more and more smoke gathered around her floating body, stopping around the limits of the circle. She could see the thumping of her heart on Penelope's neck, almost like a quick throb. She didn't doubt her father was telling the truth.
"Get in the circle, child. There is no need for this one to die."
She had a plan. It wasn't a good plan. But it was a plan. Marcia climbed down the ladder that brought her down and started walking around the salt circle.
"If I say yes... you promise to get out of Penelope's body?"
"Yes."
"And you promise to stay in your new body forever?"
"Yes."
Marcia stopped by her table, swiping a bottle into her pocket.
"Alright. I say yes. I'm getting into the circle."
The took one deep breath, whispered a blessing and stepped inside.
The wind took her by surprise. Once inside, it felt like she had stepped out into a storm. The smoke that billowed out of Penelope was swirling around the circle, as if trying to find an out. Her head was tilted back, her eyes rolled back, no longer glowing. Her limbs were twisted backwards, as if something was trying to escape her chest.
Marcia opened the bottle on her pocket, dropped the contents into a hankerchief and jumped up, grabbing Penelope by the shoulder with one arm.
"What are you...?" Said the voice of her demon father.
"Quiet!" She pressed the chloroform rag against Penelope's face.
Here's the danger with chloroform and why people shouldn't use it like they do in the movies: it messes with people's blood pressure, which affect the brain. This was a calculated risk though, in this case.
She pressed it into Penelope's nose and open mouth, holding it tight in place. Her body fought her, arms and legs thrashing, but already too weak to fight her. Smoke escaped between the fibers of the hankerchief and her fingers, burning her skin. They both fell from where they were floating onto the floor.
Beneath her arms, Penelope gasped once, then twice, the sound too awful for her to focus on. This went on for entirely too long. In real life, it takes at least five minutes for this to take. But Penn was already weak from the possession. Under her arm, she felt her chest struggle, her diaphragm work, and then... nothing.
Her apprentice had stopped moving. She waited a few more seconds, just to make sure. The smoke stopped. The green light winked off and suddenly the cottage was dipped in darkness.
"Sorry, Penn," She murmured. "Almost done, I promise."
She let her go, laying her on the ground. Penelope looked asleep, if a little pale. There was a pang of regret in Marcia's heart, but she pushed it back. No time to waste. She could lecture the girl once she was back.
Marcia ran to her table and looked over at the pots and cages. All of the animals had tried to hide themselves as far from the bars as they could, except for one. Edgard, the toad. It had been the worst witch toad she'd ever gotten and yet it refused to die. It was a great candidate.
"Lucky day for you, Edgard," she grabbed it's cage and brought it with her. She place it inside the circle, then carefully lifted Penn up and carried her out, laying her on the floor outside the black salt circle. Pulling out her knife -- every witch who was someone carried a knife at all times -- she did a small cut to the tip of her finger. Witches in movies needed to stop slicing he middle of their hands to draw blood. The magic of the movies was the only way they didn't lose movement in their fingers by slicing something important.
"Open up, Edgard," she pried the toads mouth open and squeezed a drop of blood in there. The toad blinked at her, completely unbothered by it as if it was used to consuming human blood. The witch tried not to think about that. "Now you get to live forever."
Finally, she turned to Penelope, who was still unmoving as a broken doll on the floor. She rubbed her hands together and huffed on them to try and gather some warmth into them. With her mind to the moon and her feet pointing north, she moved her hands in circles.
"You told me to get into the circle and into the circle I went," she told the cold air of the cottage. "And if i said yes, then your posession would end."
Penelope moved. But it was only her body. Light escaped under her closed eyes.
"A deal was forged and a deal was made. A new body for you to take. One with a drop of demon blood which you can never leave, no more."
And as a serpent charmer, the smoke started billowing out of Penelope's agape mouth as a small twisting cloud. Small retching sounds came from her throat, her chest trembling as the possession let go of her. Whispers of doom and eternal damnation filled Marcia's ears, but she kept repeating her words, willing it her way. A promise had been made and it needed to be kept. The demon would be trapped into that immortal toad and they would be long gone until he was a problem again.
Guiding the cloud, she forced it into the circle and into the cage and into the toad whose glowing eyes were the only indication something was happening to it as the smoke entered every pore in its body. It croaked and then fell quiet.
It was done.
Marcia stood, heaving. She was sweating like she'd been running, though it was cold in here.
"Penn," she murmured, running to the side of her apprentice.
Now the demon was gone, she looked sickly. Her eyes were set deep into her face, deep dark spots under them that hadn't been there when they'd seen each other that morning. Her lips were chapped, like she was dehydrated and her skin was coated with cold sweat.
When Marcia touched her face, she could feel no breathing coming out of her mouth or nose.
"Come on, come on, Penelope," she murmured, pressing two fingers to her throat. Not a tap came to meet her. Shouldn't be a surprise and still...
Bog witches were decay witches. Unlike kitchen witches and their potions or green witches and their healing salves, they kept millenar secrets as they sunk beneath their land. They bore witness to the passage of time.
To safe a life... might be beyond her. But for Penelope... she might give it a try. If anything, just to give out the biggest I told you so in existence.
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Every so often I will write something meaning it to be a resus scene and then I just do a big plot and introduction... and run out of steam when I get to the resus. I thought I'd post it either way in case someone likes it!
Been on a reylo kick this week for some reason.
.......I'd be so jazzed to roleplay this. Cause like-that fight on the death star wreckage--what if someone--what if--what---ahem
On another note, my many apologies to the casual reylo fans who might have just stumbled onto this blog
I was this lovely user's secret santa this year, so I thought I'd make this drawing of them into a scene so... I'm leaving this here in case anyone else enjoys this scenario, since we've been talking about space resus and such recently. It's basically a rewrite of the scene from the movie to have a more resus focused ending...
The Ruins of Death Star
Kylo Ren has to hand it to the girl. She is good.ย
Rey. Her name is Rey. As if he can forget it. As if he can sleep without being haunted with visions of her training with his uncle. Of her running around with his father and mother. As if there is any sort of relief while knowing she hates him. That she cannot see what he sees. Does not want the future he offers.
His lightsaber meets hers and water sizzles as it touches the active blades. They cross the bit of spaceship turned bridge as he presses her, harder and harder. Isn't she the hero they wanted? Isn't she the chosen one he couldn't be? Who'd completed the training he'd been deemed too dangerous to complete? Who'dย crossed the galaxy with a pair of Solos like she's a Skywalker herself?ย
He goes up, she blocks him. He goes down, she blocks it. But she's still too raw. All she manages to do is defend herself. She will not join him, she will not listen, then why doesn't she just best him already?
Then, he hears it. His mother calling. Ben. Ben. It feels like she's breathing down his neck. He turns around, sure he'll find her there, between the collapsing waves, but there's no one there. His hands shake, his lightsaber falls.ย
Forgive me, Ben, Mother asks and there is nothing to forgive. She must know that...ย
Then, blinding pain. At first, he thinks it's mother, dying. That he can feel what she feels. That is dying with her. The pain surprises him. Then, he looks down to see his own saber crossing his middle.ย
His next breath burns. Smoke comes out of his lungs. He is burning from the inside out. The blade is there for a second, but it feels like years. Of course he's been burnt before. Burnt himself. His face had felt like it would never heal... but this... this is something else.ย
He falls to his knees. On the back of his mind, he can feel his mother pulling away, the force shifting as she went somewhere he would soon follow. He wants to reach out, but the air is fire and breathing is agony. Even when his lightsaber is no longer there, the pain does not let up.ย
Water splashes the back of his head. Rey is on her knees next to him. Is she crying or is it the splashing from the waves breaking? He wants to tell her not to cry. At least he can go in peace. Here, where Vader had also been lost. Another generation of a dynasty defeated in the same place.ย
He wanted to tell her not to go to Exegol. To not see Palpatine. He knew better than anyone what sort of temptation the dark side could put someone through. And Rey worn her desires on her sleeve: to be wanted, to be needed. Without him, sheโd be lost. And with her, everything his family had been.
Rey touches him. Her hand is warm even if the water around them is freezing. His next breath is easier. Air fills his lungs, cold and glorious. He feels the force shifting around him as he coughs, blinking in confusion. She is close and she is crying, urging his cells to slowly stitch themselves together.ย
"I did want to take your hand" she says, and it had the same effect as stabbing him again. "Ben's hand."
And the moment his wound is gone, she gets up, takes two steps back and turns her back on him. Figures. He watches her from the ground because what else can he do? He hasnโt been fully Kylo Ren in a long time, but how could he be Ben if his mother was gone? If his father was gone too. His uncle. The people who had loved Ben, who had made him.ย
Then, when he is about to call her, to get up, to get her back, another wave comes.ย
It swallows half the bridge, right over where Rey is running. The next second, he is on his feet and running.
"REY!"
She'd slipped, but she is back up and running again, closing in on his ship. She isnโt fast enough. The wave recedes, then comes back even stronger. This time, it sweeps everything in its path into the ocean.ย
Him.ย
His ship.ย
And Rey.ย
As he is being tossed and turned on the will of the water, Ben knows enough not to panic. Not to try and fight it. To let the current take him and save the force for when it is absolutely necessary. When his body is about to crash into another artillery unit turned bridge, for example. He uses the force to cushion himself, to fight against the inexorable push of the water.ย
Then, when he grabs hold of a pipe and pulls himself above water, he sends his consciousness out looking for Rey. He can feel her there, alive, cold... but she would not reach back. Could she really be this stubborn? Or was she hurt?
If he is smart, he will turn around and leave. Fulfill his destiny. Finish what he started. But what for? What would that prove and to who? With Rey gone, there is no one else.ย
He searches again. Though this is an ocean, there is no life here. No seaweed. No fish. No microorganisms. All killed by the destroyed ship under him. It isnโt hard to find her heartbeat. Reaching her is the real problem.ย
He levitates himself to the area above where she is. From above, he canโt even see through the foam and the waves. She is clearly unconscious. He tilts his own body and throw it down, towards her life force.
In the vast dark blue, her light robes are easy to find. Her body is being thrown from one side to another, arms out, her robes floating around her, making it easier to spin her around. Reaching out his hand, he grabs her hand and pulls her close. He might as well be holding a rag doll.
The force delivers them to the nearest stretch of ship above water.
Ben lays Rey down and stands up above her. His lightsaber is gone, but hers is strapped to her back still. He waits, but she doesn't rouse. Is this a game? He can hear her heartbeat.ย
But with a terrifying, sobering thought, he realizes he can't hear her breathing.
He gets down on his knees and notices water is dripping down from her slack mouth and nose. He pulls her mouth open, and it keeps spilling out.
"Breathe." He commands. "Breathe!"
He holds her face in one gloved hand and tries to breathe air into her mouth. His lips fill up with water as it gets squirted from her insides. He spits to the side and growls, placing a hand on her abdomen and pressing upwards. This sent a wave of water out from her nose and mouth, along with gurgling sounds from her throat. Once that works, he does it again and again and again.ย
But in his ears, all he hears is her heart weakening. Racing weakly until it is useless. And the force whispers turn to screams. Why? Why? No. Not right. Not correct. Like. Like calls to like. You are like. Never one without the other.ย
"Don't you dare, don't you dare!" Ben yells at her and places both hands in the middle of her chest. He's not sure what he's doing, but it feels like something else is guiding his actions. He presses down and feels her heart be compressed within in response. Ah. Like this then.
"You wanted to be their heir. You were their precious pupil. You prove why they chose you." He barks at her, pushing down on her chest again and again and again. "They wouldn't choose you for you to just die here!"
Sometimes, water will drip out of her mouth. But otherwise, there are no signs that this is working at any capacity.
When her lips start losing their warm color, he opens her jaw again, adjust it, and tries to push more air down. Her chest trembles, but it doesn't fill as it should. More water drips out when he pulls away and her face falls to the side.ย
The water. He needs to get rid of the water. Carefully, he lifts her up and places both hands just below her belly button. Her head tumbles forward, her wet hair clinging to her face. He pulls his hand inward and upward and reaches within her. Guides the water up her throat and down her mouth. It splashes out, rejoining the ocean it never should have left. He does it again and it feels impossible so much water could fit in such a small pair of lungs. A third time and how heavy her body is becomes unbearable.ย
So Ben places her down and returns to compressing her chest. He keeps no count, though he keeps a rhythm, whispered to himย by the very force he bends to his will. It wants him to succeed, it wants Rey back as much as he does.ย
Finally, as he's pushing down on her chest, he feels something twitch. Water spurts out of her mouth in one big arch, then another. Rey tries to draw breath and gags. Coughs. Then he's there, pressing down on her stomach. He can't believe there is still water. He pushes down and the girl keeps sputtering at the wrong times, the water rushing up just to meet her feeble attempts at a breath. He rolls her to her side and it seems to help. The water can drain and she can breathe, none all too well, but at least sheโs not choking.ย
When another wave sends water raining down on them, he leans over her not to let her get wet. As he waits, hearing her troubled breathing and her racing heart, all he has left to do is think.
I did want to take your hand, she had said. The words kept playing again and again and again inside his head. Hope, stupid and impossible. There were ten thousand enemies to defeat. Ships, knights, ancient magic. His ship has just sunk beneath the waves. This idiotic plan will just get them killed and for what? Nothing in this galaxy will change then.ย
And yet, in this moment, he gets to take her hand. He gets to hold it as she struggles to breathe and gasps as she returns to consciousness and takes in where they are. He gets to see the look in her eyes as they meet his. She knows how close she was to be gone. She knows he forced her back here. She saved him, he saved her. The next step, no one can say.ย
But for now, as she squeezes his hand and murmurs his name, they're alright.
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Totally in the mood for some sci-fi space marine ass whumpy heart shit.
LISTEN.
Military patrolling space picks up distress call, finds a cargo vessel that's been destroyed, tracks single remaining life sign aboard the ship, has to stabilize individual before moving to their infirmary for more serious work.
Uuuuh futuristic ways to shock a heart, to heal broken bones, to pump air into desperate lungs??!?!?
I just love space resus. Resus in zero G. Hypothermia from malfunctioning temperature regulators. Drowning in floating water. Choking with no air. Space viruses. Futuristic equipment. It just makes my day ๐ฅฐ
The laboured breathing of a character in distress- the tight, congested breathing of a character ill with a wretched cold or effortful crackling of pneumonia or a lung infection; raw, painful breaths after being deprived of air, fighting for breath past abused airways having been nearly drowned, or choked, or suffered smoke inhalation; gasping panting after some great exertion or effort; panicked, uneven breathing in the throes of fear or pain, shallow and hyperventilating; the reluctance and struggle when every breath aggravates an injury with even the slight movement of inhale and exhale; the telling change in breathing pattern of nightmare or feverish delirium- their irregular, effortful, laboured breaths putting the character's suffering on display.
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