#'don't leave me behind' I'm going to cry!!!!

[scarlet-bee]

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16/5/2025

10:56Am

New update

The last attempt for ceasefire is gone after Trump left the middle East without giving any hope about us so this is the end in Gaza [2 broken heart emojis] [2 loudly crying face emojis] [3 pleading face emojis] ((killing+starvation)))

[ID 1: Donald Trump giving a speech. End ID.]

[check mark button emoji] Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #515) [check mark button emoji]

To the kind people who care about Palestinian life I'm seeking for help, I'm trying to scrape together the $800 monthly rent, that's all I need each month for my kids and to get some food for us [folded hands emoji] [loudly crying face emoji] [broken heart emoji]

[ID 2 and 3: Two children with pots and spoons. End ID.]

My full story [folded hands emoji] [broken heart emoji]

I'm Areej I was an English teacher and a creative writer at we are not numbers before war and everything change after October 7. Also I'm a creative writer at we are not numbers.

Dear my kind donors!

I am a mother of three children. We have lived through the war for a year and a half, and we have lost everything we own. My husband is a man who did not work. Before the war, I did not have a breadwinner or any source of income. During the war I didn't give up to teach so I volunteered and had good chance to help some students to get engaged again with English in a very creative way.

[ID 4: A baby with a large pink bow on their head. End ID.]

[ID 5: A child inside of a house, wearing sunglasses. End ID.]

[ID 6: A child inside of a tent, looking at a bird in a cage. End ID.]

[ID 7: A photo of four children, sitting next to each other and smiling. Below it is a recreation of the photo in the Studio Ghibli art style. End ID.]

Please Save those innocent kids from war [pleading face emoji] [double exclamation mark emoji] [2 folded hands emojis]

We are in tents for almost two years because our home was destroyed and my kids are starving now with no enough food  [loudly crying face emoji] [double exclamation mark emoji] [pleasing face emoji] After our several evacuation from place to another.Now we don't have a house after it was destroyed by missiles. I now ask you to help me rebuild my house. And buy basics for the daily essentials for my children and I need money so that we can stand up again and start again.

This war wasn't easy at all it has taken many friends at work, students and some of my colleagues at the university. They are almost ten souls I won't never forget . Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

My lovely students before war [pleasing face emoji]

[ID 8: A photo of several students, sitting on the floor, and giving a thumbs up to the camera. Below it is a photo of three students, holding a homemade poster of the butterfly's life cycle. Two of them are giving a thumbs up. End ID.]

My lovely home [2 broken heart emojis] [double exclamation mark emoji]

[ID: A photo of an undamaged building, and two photos of the building after being destroyed. End ID.]

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

[house emoji] Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

[crying face emoji] Loss: The absence of my students and my friends is really hurts.

[broken heart emoji] Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

Note to mention the other very expensive essential goods. I hope you will stand by me to get food

The crossings boarders are closed again these days and war return in Gaza.  The crossing through which food enters has been closed for more than 30 days. We have nothing to eat, and even if we do, the prices are exorbitant. Some of the prices listed are:

1 kg of meat = $100 now there is no meat

1 chicken = 70$ there is no chicken

1 kg of fish = 100$ now it costs 200$

1 bag of flour = $200 now it costs 600$

1 kg of cooking gas = $150 now it costs 1000$

1 kg of sugar = $50

1 kg of eggplant = $20

1 kg of onions = $50

1 kg of tomatoes = $20

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line

Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

. $5 might not seem like much, but it could mean a meal, clean water, or a tiny bit of hope for my family.

. Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

To help me and my family you can donate here or at least you can share this post to people who can support us in gaz

You can support my family here

Here

Or directly here

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16/5/2025

10:56Am

New update

The last attempt for ceasefire is gone after Trump left the middle East without giving any hope about us so this is the end in Gaza 💔💔😭😭 🥺🥺🥺 ((killing+starvation)))

✅️Vetted by @gazavetters , my number verified on the list is ( #515) ✅️

To the kind people who care about Palestinian life I'm seeking for help, I'm trying to scrape together the $800 monthly rent, that's all I need each month for my kids and to get some food for us 🙏😭💔

My full story 🙏💔

I'm Areej I was an English teacher and a creative writer at we are not numbers before war and everything change after October 7. Also I'm a creative writer at we are not numbers.

Dear my kind donors!

I am a mother of three children. We have lived through the war for a year and a half, and we have lost everything we own. My husband is a man who did not work. Before the war, I did not have a breadwinner or any source of income. During the war I didn't give up to teach so I volunteered and had good chance to help some students to get engaged again with English in a very creative way.

Please Save those innocent kids from war 🥺‼️🙏🙏

We are in tents for almost two years because our home was destroyed and my kids are starving now with no enough food  😭‼️🥺After our several evacuation from place to another.Now we don't have a house after it was destroyed by missiles. I now ask you to help me rebuild my house. And buy basics for the daily essentials for my children and I need money so that we can stand up again and start again.

This war wasn't easy at all it has taken many friends at work, students and some of my colleagues at the university. They are almost ten souls I won't never forget . Their laughter, their presence, their love… all of it is gone, leaving behind memories that are both precious and painful. Every day, I carry the weight of their loss, but I also carry their spirit, which gives me the strength to keep going.

My lovely students before war 🥺

My lovely home 💔💔‼️

Here’s what life in Gaza looks like for my family right now:

🏠 Safety: The uncertainty of tomorrow weighs heavily on us.

😢 Loss: The absence of my students and my friends is really hurts.

💔 Dreams on Hold: The future feels so far away when survival takes all our strength.

Note to mention the other very expensive essential goods. I hope you will stand by me to get food

The crossings boarders are closed again these days and war return in Gaza.  The crossing through which food enters has been closed for more than 30 days. We have nothing to eat, and even if we do, the prices are exorbitant. Some of the prices listed are:

1 kg of meat = $100 now there is no meat

1 chicken = 70$ there is no chicken

1 kg of fish = 100$ now it costs 200$

1 bag of flour = $200 now it costs 600$

1 kg of cooking gas = $150 now it costs 1000$

1 kg of sugar = $50

1 kg of eggplant = $20

1 kg of onions = $50

1 kg of tomatoes = $20

How You Can Help Us Cross the Finish Line

Even the smallest act of kindness can make a difference:

. $5 might not seem like much, but it could mean a meal, clean water, or a tiny bit of hope for my family.

. Can’t donate? Reblog this post to help us reach someone who can. Every share matters more than you know.

To help me and my family you can donate here or at least you can share this post to people who can support us in gaz

You can support my family here

Here

Or directly here

[onlyheluvsme]

u don't know how badly i need more big clit abby...

cockwarming her maybe? while she just sits there so overstimulated? r u seeing my vision?

oh i see your vision and I fucking love it. you're a fucking genius anon!!

⇢ ˗ˏˋbig clit!abby pt iii ࿐ྂ

˗ˏˋabby smut!!´ˎ˗overstimulating big!clit abby — mdni, lowercase intended, smut, mentions of: cockwarming, overstim, oral, fingering, me being too much lol *ೃ༄ pls leave reqs!!

parts: one | two | three

she heaved underneath you, hands gripping at the hem of her sweater that you currently wore. your back rests against hers comfortably, her enlarged clit fit snug inside you.

abby had already come twice only from your slight movements as you got comfortable on top of her. the torture felt too good to tell you to get up though, she wanted to know how long she could take it. the feeling of your fluttering walls around her was a bliss she wouldn't let go of yet.

you paid no mind to her, no matter how wet you actually were. no, each moment your eyes stayed on your book, reading it to her like you weren't forming a pool of her come and your arousal on the bed beneath you.

"hmm baby i can't read this word, what does it say?" you tease and bend around lightly to show her the book, causing yourself to slightly shift. abby almost curled in at the feeling of your walls rubbing against her sensitive clit. her hands gripped the hem of your sweater and dropped her head to your shoulder for a second to gather herself.

"u-uh its...m-metempsychosis" she gets out shakily after lifting her head. you continue on with your reading, abby half hearing you. the squelching between your thighs is all she can focus on,

"hey baby" she says in a daze,

"yes?" you ask, eyes still on your book.

"c-can you move just a little bit please baby i'm so close" she pants from behind you. abby's hands come up from gripping your sweater to slipping their hands inside and glide them along your skin.

you let out a slight giggle at her desperation, going back to your book but this time slowly circling your hips.

abby falls back against her headboard, mind going hazy at the feeling of you around her, the smell of you combining with hers on her sweater, the warm come dripping down your thighs onto hers. it was all too much.

abby's thighs twitched underneath you as her third orgasm began to wash over her. the circles you did with your hips were so light and barely there, yet abby felt everything. with her eyes close and mouth open her hips bucked slightly causing a loud moan to fall from her lips as her clit sank deeper into you,

"fuck baby, i can't take it" she whined, come leaking between her thighs. you tilt your head back, slightly nervous she was too overstimulated.

"want me to get up?" you ask,

"no no! five more minutes" she begs quickly.

"what a greedy girl you are" you smirk down at her flushed face, turning back around to your book, back to ignoring her.

abby let out half a cry-half a whine, arms coming out from under your sweater to find your thighs. your circling had ceased, forcing her to chase her own orgasm.

you never understood why she loved doing this so much, always begging to 'cock warm' you and yet she turned into a mess and couldn't handle it every time.

abby's own thighs spread, the air hitting the wet between her thighs making it feel cold. her hands come up to you hips slowly and pushes you down,

"fuck fuck!" she calls out, the feeling too much after her third orgasm.

"why are you torturing yourself, my love?" you ask in a absent minded voice, eyes still on your book.

her hips buck again and come starts squirting lightly onto the mattress. you let out a tsk, finally ending her torture, but not before giving her a fourth orgasm.

you drop the book to the other side of the bed and quickly spread your legs. one of your hands comes down to where the two of you are connected. abby's body instinctively curls into you from behind, hands wrapping around your torso,

"f-fuck what are you-" you cut her off, beginning a bounce on her sensitive clit and use your middle finger to rub your finger back and forth under her clit and around her aching hole.

"baby!' she calls out, legs beginning to quiver within seconds, it doesn't take her long at all.

soon enough you feel a dam break under your finger as abby's squirt streams out of her in spurts. you continue your massaging on her hole and under her clit as she works herself through her final orgasm.

you give her a second before sliding off of her, knowing she couldn't handle anymore attention to her poor clit. you turn around to find her flopped onto the bed on her back, eyes half open in bliss, come all over her cunt and thighs.

"well don't you look pretty?" you bend over her brushing a stray hair behind her ear,

her cheeks stay pink as you clean her, your careful of her swollen and sensitive clit as you clean her. unable to prevent yourself from leaving one small kiss to its tip as you clean her cunt, watching her whole body twitch when your lips come down onto it lightly.

she looked just too pretty in that angle, laid back, worn cunt and puffy clit just staring at you.

"maybe you can handle one more?" you look up at her, passed the enlarged clit just beginning for one more kiss,

"wha-" she starts but your tongue has already shot out to give the tip of her clit a swipe.

"fuck!" she calls out, eyes shooting open.

without warning your entire mouth comes down onto her sensitive clit, fingers finding her weeping hole in seconds. abby can't help but spread her legs as wide as possible, eyes crossing at the stimulation of your lips wrapping around her entire clit. the suctions of your mouth combined with the rapid flicks of your tongue cause another orgasm to wash over her.

abby's legs shake around your head as she comes for the final time, come hitting your neck and down to your chest. abby thinks she blacks out for a second as the orgasm washes through her. the two of you had played around with overstimulation but were always too nervous to go all the way.

your mouth released its suction on her, letting abby finally rest. you leave a trail of kisses up her body till you find her sweet mouth, biting lightly on her plump lower lip.

"h-hi baby" she says and you giggle at how cute she is post orgasm,

"hi baby" you brush her cheeks with your fingers.

"that feel good" abby rolls on her back, taking you with her.

"yeah?"

"mm" she smiles, eyes closed. you can't help but stare at her face, cheek bones strong, freckles doting her nose. everything about this girl was fucking perfect.

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Reckless

Zayne x gn!Reader

I cry real easy when I feel like/know someone is upset with me, so these hcs hit close to home, but especially Zayne's. Had to write smth about it, even tho it's really short

Based on this post by @mwphisto

Warnings: hurt/comfort, injury, pain, crying, apologies

Word Count: 658

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"You need to stop being so reckless." Zayne's voice leaves no room for argument. So you don't. You bite your tongue.

His hands work precisely as they work a needle through your leg. The site is numb, injected with lidocaine to block the pain. The rest of you still hurts, though. The bruises on your back. The scrape on your cheek. Your dislocated and relocated shoulder. The throbbing headache-concussion combo.

It was a messy fight. No backup, no partners, lots of Wanderers. They'd sneak up behind you, catch you off guard. Too many times you dodged from one attack directly into another. But you kept fighting. The thought of retreat never crossed your mind; it was too important to your mission that these monsters be dealt with. So you dealt with them. By the time help did arrive, protocores littered the ground. An ambulance rushed you over to the hospital. Zayne was there to greet you.

It was pure chance, honestly. They needed help in the ER and he finished his rounds quickly, so he offered his assistance. You still remember the way his eyes widened at the sight of your face. The way they scanned down your body at everything injured, broken, out of place. The way they turned cold. Honed in on the job at hand. The tension in his jaw as he grabbed one side of the gurney and guided it into a room. The silence as he worked.

At least now he's talking to you.

He frowns deeper as he finishes the last stitch. He sets the needle and forceps aside. Grabs a roll of gauze and wraps it around your calf. Then he grabs the roll of bandages and gets to work covering it.

"Is it so hard to wait for backup before you run into danger?" he asks. He doesn't want an answer. He sighs. Tugs the bandage a little tighter and secures it. "You're lucky your injuries aren't more serious."

You keep your eyes down as he stands. He grabs a clipboard, already set with papers about your condition and vitals. The scratch of a pen against paper. It sounds rough. He's writing quicker than usual. A lump forms in your throat. Thick and sticky, building with the sting behind your eyes.

"I'm confining you to strict bedrest and observation. You'll stay here for the night. I'm also writing you a doctor's note for work. You won't be allowed to go back into the field until you've been cleared by a doctor. Understand?"

You bite your lip. You're trembling. Body shaking as you fight back the growing tidal wave of emotion. You blink, tears slipping from your eyes.

"Understand?" he asks again, sharper this time. The writing stops. "... Y/N?"

That softness when he says your name. That warmth, that gentle concern. It's all it takes for a sob to break free, torn from your throat. Then it's like you can't stop. Your lungs constrict tightly, heaving around sounds you muffle with your hand. You nod pathetically.

He steps forward, walking on eggshells. The clipboard is set on the examination table beside you. Your knees bump against his hips. You recoil, trying to pull your legs in closer so you don't touch him. So you don't upset him. So he can't find another reason to scold you. But it just hurts. Electricity shoots up your leg.

He shushes you softly. His arms wrap around you, careful not to hurt you further. He steps forward until your knees have no choice but to press up against him as he pulls you into his chest. You don't fight it this time. Your forehead presses against his collarbone. One of his hands cradles the back of your head. His cheek rests on the crown.

"I'm sorry," he whispers. He tenderly rubs your back, featherlight, wary of all the bruises he'd just assessed. You choke on another sob. "Shh. It's alright, my love. I'm sorry."

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[arschbiene]

I have this old headcanon that Gilbert smells like bread and that's why birds are attracted to him. This gives G.ermania incentive to keep him around because you plop him down and a few minutes later, you got meat....if he cooperates. Sometimes he does. Sometimes he doesn't.

Anyway I want to quickly rattle off some thoughts I have about these two because it's copium for me:

While I draw G.ermania with Gilbert a lot bc of blatant favoritism, I do not think he really lugs him around all the time. I hc that End-Game G.ermania functions as a traveling diplomat visiting his remaining brother/sisters and their replacements (the children) trying to lay the foundation of peace after he has experienced the damage war has wrought, he just wants better for his kids. so he's constantly traveling about trying to ensure he is leaving them behind in a more peaceful/stable time (he is not and dies saddened by it)

He also travels about when he hears his brother/sisters have died in search of children, he digs them up from the ground at the base of ancient trees as he feels them cry out to him (by strong sensory information) and delivers them to their human and ensures none of them are harmed by them. (I think it's a common human thing to be fearful of change and try to snuff out new little nations before they grow strong)

For Gilbert, he was plagued by a terrible tooth ache and dug him out even though he had reservations because he was born early/premature/a weak literal baby.

He tends to keep Gilbert with him a bit more often than he would the other children if only because he finds him charming/cute. But it's a bit of a selfish game of playing house, he uses Gilbert to play at being human/living a normal life but discards him when troubles arise.

I do not think G.ermania is a good father lol He's decent, but he can be really heavy handed and sharp with his children. He is very loving and does what he can but he is also very sick and old and tired when they come around and he is easily overwhelmed. He is very sorry though. He is always sorry.

He also realizes that Gilbert does better health wise when in the company of other children but they don't think much of him, little nations come and go. None of them will take him in under their wing, leaving him at a loss of what to do with him. He senses that the child has a connection to the land but soon realizes that it doesn't exist yet.

I'm iffy on the baltic pr.ussia stuff and kinda think he had a representative that he replaced but we're putting a pin on it for when i have time to decide what I'd like to do, it's kinda a yes and no for me.

He leaves Gilbert in villages that he feels the boy has strong affinity to the people there. Despite his efforts, Gilbert is faced with a lot of hostility/violence and being left behind is extremely distressing/traumatic to him.

At the time of his birth, everyone pretty much knows a new representative child is a bad omen. He seeks solace/safety in early Chr.istian communities that welcome him. He never gets to say goodbye to G.ermania, he knows he's sick and Chr.istianity is destroying him but he's an unreliable often chaotic parent and he's angry at him for always being so quick to leave and slow to return, so he clings to the first people who come to him with promises of strength, glory and nationhood and leaves with them.

[kakashisacademia]

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. . . . . ╰──╮ Satoru Gojo;

coming home - gojo had been gone for a mission & when he comes home you show him exactly how much you missed him

love me like you do - being on the softer side you never felt enough for someone like gojo until he proves you otherwise

the way you burn - in the middle of the mission you get your heat and now have to decide if Gojo will help you…

dating gojo would include

all the ways we stay ( one, two, three, four, last part ) - after leaving the jujutsu high three years ago you’re finally back and gojo struggles with the feelings he develops for you

. . . . . ╰──╮ Suguru Geto;

everything we have to give - it’s your bachelorette party and your friends surprise you with a stripper, not knowing that one night changes your entire life

“Cry all you want, Omega. You were built to take this.”

. . . . . ╰──╮ Kento Nanami;

devotion in gold - your alpha is good at many things, tracking your heat cycle and being there whenever you need him the most

“Slick’s already dripping down your thighs and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

. . . . . ╰──╮ Sukuna;

the alpha curse - sukuna is tired of pretending that you aren’t his favorite little omega to play with

ruin, worship, repeat - when alpha sukuna starts taking you he doesn’t stop

“One knot isn’t enough for you, is it? You’ll take another like a good Omega.”

. . . . . ╰──╮ Choso Kamo;

my devotion to you - choso comes home to find his sweet omega in the middle of her heat

“You’re trembling, baby. Let your Alpha take care of you.”

. . . . . ╰──╮ Toji Fushiguro;

break for the man you paid for - you’re a shy sweet girl until you book Toji one day for an hour and he ruins you completely

“So wet for your Alpha. You want me to fill you up that badly, huh?”

. . . . . ╰──╮ Satoru & Suguru;

run again, I dare you - a failed primal play turns into something darker as the boys punish you in the only way they know

shared secrets ( one, two ) - gojo and geto enjoy nothing more than sharing you

. . . . . ╰──╮ Satoru & Sukuna;

the heat behind the lens - you’re a rising star among the photographers, but your professionalism slips completely when you have gojo and sukuna in front of your lense

. . . . . ╰──╮ Keigo Takami;

featherlight ruin - you’re keigo’s sidekick and after risking your life he punishes you in the best way possible

"We're really going to fuck here? What if someone sees us?" & "I want it. I want to taste you."

"Do I look like I'm messing around? Do I look like I won't punish you?"

. . . . . ╰──╮ Shouta Aizawa;

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take your Alpha’s knot like the needy little slut you are.”

. . . . . ╰──╮ Katsuki Bakugo;

rescue me, hero - after katsuki became the top five hero you wait for him at home, tied up & ready to celebrate

shut up, I’m proposing - while giving katsuki a blow job he decides it’s a good time to propose

“Keep whining like that and I’ll lose control. Is that what you want?”

. . . . . ╰──╮ Shoto Todoroki;

the heat of you - after a rare quirk hit you you turn into an omega and go to the only person you trust

“Don’t hide your scent. I want to smell how badly you need me.”

"Stay still, don't move your hips." & "Slowly, baby, I'm not going anywhere."

. . . . . ╰──╮ Tomura Shigaraki;

under your skin - you’re a new member of the league of villains and can’t just stop flirting with Shigaraki until he snaps one day

. . . . . ╰──╮ Touya Todoroki (Dabi);

“Keep whining like that and I’ll lose control. Is that what you want?”

how they’d act as your alphas - mha

how they’d act as your alphas - jjk

how they’d react if another guy flirts with you - jjk

[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"TELL US WHAT YOU NEED"

Remember I told you that I was writting a fic that was a threesome with Jax and Chibs? well HERE IT IS

I hope you like it! 😊🥵☝🖤

WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT UNDER THE CUT

tags: @sparklypiratenight

Jax and Chibs had watched you slowly distance yourself from the club until one day you stopped going to the garage, at which point they decided to go to your house to see if you were okay and to talk to you.

They knocked on the door and you told them it was open, to which they responded by entering the house, brandishing their weapons in case there was an intruder in the house you hadn't noticed.

Then they both saw the state you were in.

You had an unlit cigarette perched on your ear and a lighter resting at your feet, dangerously close to the rug.

But far from that, what worried them were your tears.

Your makeup was smeared under your eyes, leaving black streaks under your eyelashes.

"What happened?" "Jax asked, sitting next to you with wide eyes. Chibs sat on your other side.

"Whatever it is, you can tell us," Chibs murmured. "You know we won't judge you, love."

"I know," you gave a sad smile as you wiped your tears with the back of your hand. "I'm sorry you had to waste your time coming all the way here for nothing." You shrugged. "It's really not important, it can wait. I know you both have a lot of work to do, and…"

"YOU are important," Jax stopped you gently, boring his green eyes into yours while taking one of your hands in his.

"Jackie's right," Chibs seconded, resting his elbows on his knees as he moved closer to you. "We're not going anywhere." Right now YOU are the main priority.

"I feel so stupid for being like this over such a stupid thing…" you blurted out, starting to cry again.

"Tell us, sweetheart," Jax whispered. Chibs nodded at you encouragingly.

You took a deep breath and began to explain.

"Well… you know Valentine's Day was recently," you murmured, "and… I… well…" you felt tears start to run down your cheeks again. "It was hard watching Clay and Gemma give each other gifts, as did Oppie and Donna, and I-I didn't…" you broke down before you could finish.

Chibs put an arm around your shoulders while Jax wiped your tears with his thumbs.

"Oh, baby," he whispered, feeling something deep inside him break at the sight of you crying. "It's okay, you're with us now," he murmured, placing a kiss on the top of your head-

"It's hard to watch people move on with their lives while you feel like you're being left behind," Chibs chimed in. "But you're not being left behind, you have us," he said, flashing a kind smile. "A girl as beautiful as you deserves to feel special."

"Chibs is right," Jax said. "I'm sure you'll find someone who loves you so much that their heart aches just looking at you," he murmured, still staring at you.

"Actually," you mumbled, "there's something else I wanted to talk to you about."

The men exchanged a glance, before focusing on you again.

"We heard you, Darling," Chibs whispered in his thick Scottish accent.

"The reason I'm feeling like this isn't because of Valentine's Day gifts or anything like that." You swallowed hard. "It's just that I… wanted to… you know," you murmured, feeling your cheeks burn from the embarrassment you were feeling at that moment.

They widened their eyes at your confession, before Chibs spoke.

"You just wanted to get laid" he blurted out, his accent thickening a little on the last syllable. "It's normal, love."

"You could have any man you wanted," Jax whispered, giving you a light once-over. "You're beautiful."

"It's not true," you gave a sad smile. "You're just saying that to make me feel better."

"We've never lied to you, princess," Chibs chimed in.

"I agree with Jax," he whispered. "Any man would kill to be with you, but you don't realize it until it's too late."

"You deserve to be made to feel good," Jax said in a low, husky tone.

"Is there anything we can do to make you feel better?" "Chibs asked, watching you closely.

"We can watch your favorite movie," the blond suggested. "Anything to stop you from being sad."

"Yeah, we hate to see you like this," Chibs murmured. "I know the situation you're going through isn't pleasant, but you're safe with us."

"We would never hurt you Teller added, looking at you intensely. "You're very important to us," he said, looking at the Scotsman for a moment. "Tell us what you need."

"I don't dare say it out loud," you murmured timidly. Jax reached for a piece of paper and a pencil from the pocket of his leather jacket.

"Write it down then," he said.

You took the pencil and with trembling hands, you did so. You gave the piece to Jax, who, after reading it, gave it to Chibs.

"You want to have a threesome with us," Jax murmured. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," you nodded, feeling your cheeks redder than ever. "It's okay if you don't want to, we can…"

"Are you kidding?" Chibs blurted out. "How could we not? Have you seen yourself? You're…" He clicked his tongue, unable to find the right word. "Help me, brother" he asked, nodding at Jax.

"Beautiful is the only adjective I can think of right now," he said, almost making you sigh audibly. "It's the one that best defines you," Chibs added, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. "My cock doesn't lie."

"And neither does mine," Jax said, laughing at his brother's comment. "Before we start, we should establish some guidelines," he said. "If you don't like something, or don't want to continue, let us know," he asked. "The last thing we want is to hurt you."

"That's it," Chibs murmured, echoing everything the blond had said. "It's my duty to repeat it again. Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yeah."

"Then there's not much more to talk about," Jax said, starting to take off his jacket, just like Chibs.

Both of their tattooed arms were exposed, and the mere thought of being caught between them made you gasp for air.

"Oh my god, look at her, Jackie. We haven't even touched her yet, and she's already shaking," Chibs said, making Jax smile.

"I know, bro," Jax murmured before looking at you again. "You haven't had the Valentine's Day you wanted…"

"…so we're going to give it to you today," Chibs finished for him.

"I have to ask, or else I feel like I'm going to go crazy," Jax said. "How long have you been thinking about this? In this situation?"

"Yeah. How long have you been wanting us to fuck you?" "Chibs pointed out, making your skin crawl all over you.

"Just a while," you blurted out, as the two men watched intently.

"Just a while," Jax repeated, looking at the Scotsman. "What do you think, Chibs?"

"I think she'd look gorgeous with my cock in her mouth," he blurted out. You gasped without realizing it, making them both smile.

"I think she liked it," he murmured between laughs before focusing back on you. "I didn't expect you to have such a dirty mind, baby," Jax whispered, lowering his gaze to your lips for a moment. "What do you say, bro?"

"I think…"

You didn't give him time to say anything else.

You practically pounced on him, devouring his mouth, trying to find the friction you so desperately needed.

Chibs's lips moved against yours, keeping pace with you despite your momentum, making Jax struggle to hide the tent he had set up in his pants.

"Fuck," he growled as Chibs bit your bottom lip, making you gasp against his mouth. "You're going to drive us crazy, sweetheart," he blurted, moving closer to where you were standing. "Do you think you can unzip my..."

You reached for him and unzipped his pants.

You both let out a moan, a sound Chibs swallowed as he kissed you.

Jax's gaze darkened when Chibs pulled away from you to give him space.

He watched the expressions cross your face as Jax took his place, kissing you with the same vigor his brother had seconds before.

"Get on your knees for us, love," Chibs ordered. "Let's see what your pretty mouth can do."

You did, and they both watched you from above, their underwear unable to contain their cocks, ready for you to take care of them.

"That's it baby, good girl," Jax praised, smirking. "Now you're going to take him in your mouth while you stroke me." He almost gasped as he said it. "What do you think, Chibs?"

"I think it's the best fucking idea you've ever had," he said, making the blond laugh. "Open your mouth for me, doll."

Your mouth couldn't take it all, so you made gentle circles over the tip before trying to push it all in, unsuccessfully.

The gray-haired man gasped as he felt it occasionally bump against the back of your throat, all the while you moved your hand up and down Jax's cock, making him gasp as well.

Within a few minutes, the room was filled with your gasps and moans, until none of the three of you could take the pressure any longer, and you switched positions.

"Looks like you're made for this, babe," Jax panted. "Oh, her mouth… her lips… fuck, Chibs!"

"I know," he replied between gasps. "I don't think I've ever had my head sucked as good as this."

"I don't think so either," Jax grinned.

Within a few seconds, they removed all your clothes and began placing kisses all over your body: between your breasts, on your pussy, until it was clear who you belonged to.

Their gazes darkened when they saw you trembling with anticipation on the bed, before they'd even entered you.

The moment the three of you became one, you'll remember forever.

The sweat running down Jax's forehead and Chibs's hands making marks on your hips as he held you… you'd never been so full as you were in that moment.

[erwinsvow]

love both the robby and langdon sister suggestions but i’m still thinking about walsh’s sister!! i think there’s some potential there, walk with me. walsh is a surgical attending meaning there’s a lot of pressure there and big shoes to fill when you’re also going into the medical field. i also think it would add to it since walsh is also night shift

have SOOOOOOO many thoughts on this. when i made that post i was honestly thinking walsh's little sister but i wanted to leave it up in the air. this is SOOOO amazing. i'm not just walking sister i'm running with you. sooo we can decide if reader would be on the surgery team but i personally looove me a first year emergency reader. just bright eyed and bushy tailed, the nurse's favorite, and i think it's fun if you're very different from your sibling!!!! walsh's personality in the show is so fun to watch because i loooove how she snaps at people. and she's not in too much which is sad so i hope we see more of her. i personally headcanon that she and jack didn't have a relationship she just hates him because he's annoying as fuck. "crazy pants" "fancy pants" little sister reader staring between them like guys.. the patient? soooo a little sweetheart reader who is eager to impress and her little mean streak comes out and in those moments you sound just like emery. snapping at a patient who's screaming at his nurses, being a little stickler for the rules, not hesitating to get an opinion from surgery (aka your big sister!) unlike some of the others. it's natural to you to go to her when you have a question you can't figure out the answer to. she helped you decide what field to go into, what shoes are the best for twelve hour shifts, how to adjust to night shift, what type of cookies to bake to bring in because it's been a bad week and everyone needs a pick me. things you cannot go to your big sister about: your crush on your attending, how you see the entire world in the green of his eyes, how you can't focus when he stands next to you and how to not be weird about having a huge crush on your attending. obviously it's not gonna take jack that long to put two and two together—he's always liked you but at some point like turned into really like turned into dot dot dot. turned into midnight conversations and grabbing your arm and ducking behind a wall when your sister shows up so he can finish listening to your story before she takes you away. turned into trying to snap less at her so you don't think it's hopeless when you finally tell her about you two. turned into being the one who gets to console you after a bad loss instead of your sister—that one really bites. also how she finds out—catches you crying in jack's arms behind a curtain and sees jack lean in for a forehead kiss and all hell breaks loose. emery stands by the fact that jack is annoying and has no business dating his residents!!!! except it's clear you two love each other. they both volunteer at the VA together so it's not like he's completely unlikable—everyone knows jack abbot is a good guy and exactly the kind of guy you want dating your sister. does NOT approve of the age difference and is meaner about it than your parents are. you would never hear the end of "i know everyone's got daddy issues these days but this is taking a little far" and "get away from my sister before i stab you with this scalpel." I LOVE THEM!!

[commander-writergirl]

In the Dirt

Synopsis: Robby reflects on the loses and not just the ones that end up six feet under.

Pair: Dr Michael Robinavitch/You

Rating: PG13

Warning: Angst

Word Count: 1139

A/N: You can thank @darcylightninglewis for this. I was helping her figure something out and uh this happened. Based off this song.

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Home state, old paint Used to shine, now it don't look the same

Robby looked at the mail. It was from the shul his grandmother would take him to, reminding him her yahrzeit was coming up.

He doesn't know why he still pays the shul's dues. He hasn't gone since his grandmother's funeral. Then again, he still lives in the brownstone she raised him in.

He rented it out when down in New Orleans but he couldn't bring himself to sell it. Not when the walls held her memory.

But it wasn't just her memory that lived in these walls.

—

I take a drink and I let it burn 'Cause there's a part of me that likes the way it stings, the way it hurts

You had been by his side as his grandmother slipped more and more away. Even taking care of her when Robby was away at medical school.

You called him when it was time.

Now you sat with him as people stopped by with food and their condolences. Robby didn't want any of it; he wanted to get back to work but his grandmother's last words filled his head.

"You better sit Shiva for me, then," she took his hand. "You propose to that girl, not many would do what she has."

Robby looked over at you. He knew you wouldn't leave Pittsburgh but he knew you would wait.

—

Wasted all my lies on the four walls that I'd known And I'm scared of what's to come more than I fear being alone.

"No, Michael." You say packing your bag. "I'm not going to stay if you're just going to work the whole time."

Robby just watched you. "I don't know what you want from me."

You turned to him. "I want you to give a damn Michael. I want you to leave work at work like a normal person and take days off."

"You knew what you were getting into-"

"Bullshit!" You yell. "I was marrying the boy I fell in love with who wants to save people and be there for those he loves."

Robby just shrugs and goes to fix his bag for work tomorrow.

You stare at his back fighting back the burn building behind your eyes. "So that's it? You aren't going to fight for us?"

"It seems you made up your mind." He turns to you. Part of him is screaming for you to keep calling out his bullshit, to keep pushing him. But then he sees it in your face.

He expected you to wait for him, when he couldn't even clearly let you in on the pain building in his chest. A pain that has been getting worse since his grandmother's Shiva.

'Cause every time it's going right I'm left here on my own.

—

It don't talk to God, don't think it works 'Cause I know better people than myself still end up in the dirt

The day Adamson dies, he looks you up. Sees all the good you're doing, even became a mom.

He's tempted to call you. To cry his pain to you. But then he remembers getting the wedding invitation and RSVPing 'no' without a second thought. Even through you told him, it would be great to see him. Though he knew that marriage hadn't lasted for long; cancer never cared about anyone.

He sighs and closes his eyes. The flashing of that moment he saw you at the hospital, how he had wanted to kiss you when he saw you. Then he realized you were there with your husband.

And he still kicked himself for what happened when he comforted you. Another reason he couldn't look at the little girl standing next to you in your social media posts.

He really should call you…

—

'Cause I know better people than myself still end up in the dirt.

He knocks on your door, closing his eyes as he hears you moving around.

"One moment!" you yell.

It had been 24 hours since PittFest and he still couldn't get everything that happened out of his mind. Especially not Jake's face.

And even now more than every, he wanted to have you forgive him. To get to know his little girl.

He opened his eyes when you opened the door. You were smiling but it dropped when you saw him. "Michael?"

As he went to say something, he heard little footsteps then a girl no older than 8 walks over and hug your waist. "Mama, who's that?"

His heart ached as he looked at the little girl, your's and his. Then he looked at you and your shoulders dropped seeing his face.

"Why don't you go finish cleaning up Rachel." The girl nodded then ran off again. "No running in the house!" You yell before looking at Michael.

"Rachel? You named her…" He rubbed at his chest as all the pain came crashing back.

"She was an important person in my life too, Michael." You whispered. "Why are you here?"

He sniffled and rolled his shoulders. "Yesterday was shit and I just couldn't think of someone who would even understand one moment about how much pain I'm in."

"PittFest was at your hospital?" You asked. You had seen the news but turned it off to not upset Rachel.

All Robby could do was nod before the tears started coming again. Before he knew how to react, you were hugging him. "Oh Michael."

He hugged you back and quietly cried into your shoulder.

You stroked his hair and let him cry. "I've got you."

—

In the dirt In the dirt

"So what brings you in today, Michael?" Robby rubbed his hands together looking at the man Jack had suggested for therapy.

"I need to be better for my daughter and her mother said that I need to go to therapy to do that." Robby nodded at the thought of Rachel, how he was lucky you were letting him anywhere near her. That she was even allowed to know who he really was to her. "That and uh Jack Abbot is usually a smart man and he suggested you as well."

The doctor nods. "Okay. What has them worried about you?"

Robby took a breath. "I'm aware enough to know that the people I've lost have greatly affected my abilities as an ER doctor," he sighed. "And I need to work on ways to cope with it all since it seems keeping people out is my only defense."

The doctor took a few notes and gave an encouraging smile to Robby. "Well Michael, this is a great first step. Now lets talk about how this all started."

He touched his Magen David and nodded. "Probably when I lost my grandmother, she raised me and I was left with just the walls of the brownstone she raised me in…"

[the-real-chuuya]

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go Little high, little low Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me

Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters

Too late, my time has come Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, ooh (any way the wind blows) I don't wanna die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all

I see a little silhouetto of a man Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me (Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro, magnifico But I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family Spare him his life from this monstrosity

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? بِسْمِ ٱللَّٰهِ No, we will not let you go (let him go) بِسْمِ ٱللَّٰهِ We will not let you go (let him go) بِسْمِ ٱللَّٰهِ We will not let you go (let me go) Will not let you go (let me go) Will not let you go (never, never, never, never let me go) No, no, no, no, no, no, no

Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia Mamma mia, let me go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? So you think you can love me and leave me to die? Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here

Ooh Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah Nothing really matters, anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me

-🪶

is that fucking Bohemian Rhapsody

[feedme2thedogs]

Just a very emotional post, rant, vent, and slight speculation about what might be behind the game's sudden end.

I used to listen to the soundtrack to cheer myself up and stuff when I couldn't play the game, and the game has been the only thing helping out with my mental health since release lol the hyperfixation is not going away any time soon either so it's even harder to cope with this...

Being vulnerable on main it's just like anytime I do anything with this fran at all now it just brings me sadness and at the same time it's my cope it's a massively double edged blade right now and I really don't know how to cheer myself up other than trying to gaslight myself about the game lol

Old screenies... Edits, fanart... The game itself. The movies. It all makes me ache with empty sadness now.

I know some people in the fandom could say it's not that deep and call me pathetic rn but I feel like I've lost something so important to me (I have) and that everything that came out of it has gone too. The friends I made who used to play with me all the time who moved on before this happened, our memories no lifing out together and laughing at it. It feels like everything has instantly just become a bittersweet hazy nostalgia trip and nothing feels real.

This game held my hand through the darkest things in life I've had to face yet since it was released, and my life has always been full of terrifying events, so that's me saying a lot right there. I'm not ready to let go, but it's leaving me and I still need it to be my crutch for so much longer. It's killing me. I've seriously fallen into a massive depression since the announcement. My appetite has completely left me and all I can do is cry and try to relate to the very few people who feel as deeply about things as I do, and got as attached to the characters and story they were creative as I have.

I feel pathetic asf I've literally lost sleep over this because I just stay up so late staring at the game because once I play long enough it's like it's not even going anywhere, like this isn't happening. And once I stop the games and realise it's so late and I'm not coping, that I force myself to try and sleep, I just lose. I've always had this sentimentality with things my whole life, because you never know when something is just going to be taken from you like this. I told myself it wasn't going to happen, people were just praying on its downfall... Tried to tell myself because while so many were upfront cold and nasty and resentful through the entire games life, there were still the folks who didn't say anything foul, still held hope, still said thanks team for giving us this. And we've all been slapped across the face without guilt shame or remorse.

I went to bed around 6am not even realising it was that late, but I was dead tired. Then I woke up at 9, my brain waking me up to cry with the reminder I'm losing something that is such a heavy part of me.

People and friends keep trying to say out there and tell me "oh it's not going away it's still going to be playable its just not getting updates or content" which means... Near imminent death, even if it'll still be up ... Still "playable" still for purchase... They now act like content isn't that important, because it'll still be around. Yes. Until the players dwindle out. Until everyone leaves and it'll just be me trying to enjoy what I have left of it when it actually comes to that.

Like I said before, on my other post that wasn't so personal and vulnerable, it's left me with existential dread. Because I constantly live with that, and it's obvious how it's left me feeling that way with what I've already expressed.

The last dlc pack wasn't even a month ago. They only made the announcement 2 days before this final patch... Like it's really no time at all they gave us to process it, or cope, or grieve the game and what it could have been. What it should have been, lmao.

I originally said it was bittersweet... But it's not sweet at all. What I'm now left with is bittersweet. I loved the design, the feeling they put into this game, the environment, the characters, everything. And what a unique experience they gave, just to take it away in such a sudden, unforgivable way.

All I can speculate is what someone else has assumed, that gun and the devs had a spat. Which may be evident by this screenie I took earlier this morning while coping out on every outlet source possible for fan content or others posting their sadness for the game.

I didn't get the part where Gun basically chided with the players and dissed their dev team so blatantly. Obviously the devs suck, if they knew that for so long though...

But even besides this, we've always known how petty the devs with been with leaks... And recently the black out mode for rush week had been leaked. Along with voice lines regarding the was-to-be characters... At least from Bones, from what I know. Presumably from Damian's post, he voiced some incredible new lines that was supposed to show us some other side of Johnny. Whatever that is, guess we will never know now.

I have nothing but endless words and my heartbreak and sadness is just as much. I joined everyone in the comments on Instagram because Twitter is so not my thing, only to see at least people for a while we're getting some kind of responses, not much for answers. Obviously, we may never get answers. I could only hope for a dev stream... Or something of the sort.

Anyways, I forever fear for the last day I'll be able to admire these characters in game and not just through memory or old clips and screenshots. This thing takes up my whole heart right now, and no matter how hard I could look for something else to make up for it, nothing will really take its place. I've always wanted a game like this. The 70s is my favourite era, since I was a young teen. The Texas chain saw massacre has been my favourite film since I was finally able to watch horror movies again without having a panic attack lol nothing can beat it's originality from movie to what we were originally presented with for this game. I was so happy to see how accurate it was for the era, and remember getting frustrated at the lack of fun, vividly coloured and tacky outfit packs we were getting. It is bittersweet that I got the 70s tacky core pack lol of my dreams before they decide to bite me in the ass. What a hell of a goodbye.

When I saw the family pack coming out... I thought we were heading for clear horizons and things were just looking up finally.

God, how hard I've fallen with this immense disappointment. Crashed and burned. I really don't know how to make myself feel better other than just to go with my ups and downs and distracting myself so hard that I forget about all this happening for a small window of time until I'm fucked up over it all over again.

Raaaaaah...

[littlebittyhollowbugs]

Thinking about Mato and crying

He was the weakest of the brothers but the most excited and determined to become a nail master.

He looked up to Sheo so much, he is still thinking about him and hoping that he thinks of him and Oro in turn.

Sheo left them at some point to pursue another path and Oro betrayed and left Mato probably not long after.

Despite Mato's grudge against Oro the evidence that he still cares for him very much is there. specifically in the god home, where he jumps in to defend Oro when he is knocked down.

His dream nail dialogue in the fight is "Brothers always fight together!" And "Don't leave me behind!"

Clearly he feels he was abandoned by his brothers.

He thinks that he is unworthy of even being in the presence of the nail sage. His own father (figure)

Mato is so enthusiastic and kind and so so lonely!!

He feels he is abandoned and unwanted, and he so desperately wants to be wanted!

and the thing that really gets me is just how much effort he puts into making it especially clear how loved and wanted his own pupil is!

If Ghost chooses not to be taught by him, he assumes it believes it is unworthy and quickly assures Ghost that isn't true.

He gives Ghost grand compliments, and tells it that it ''honors him beyond words."

Even when he begins rambling about Oro after learning that Ghost had met him, he quickly catches himself and says "I'm sorry. I shouldn't bother you with such things. I'm happy you were able to train under another nailmaster and grow stronger."

He so readily sets aside his grudge, and expresses his happiness for his pupil !!

He genuinely wants his pupil to be proud of itself. He doesn't want it to ever feel the way he did.

He is so loving and so lonely..

When Ghost comes to visit him again for the first time, he is genuinely surprised and says it is "an honor he scarcely deserves"

This man needs a family!! This is a family man he should not be all alone!!!

[outlying-hyppocrate]

my mother got a job. this can't be real.

[cluescorner]

Started crying over the Batman Beyond Animated Movie concept art. I am so normal.

[thornilee013]

Happy Wednesday!! You haven’t posted for WIP Wednesday yet, so if you’re not doing this week please feel free to ignore this ask! You saying “I am in the states (kind of unfortunately)” cracked me up! I feel the same way oml. I think waiting for those applications will be a good choice! It can be hard to do so many important things all at once and still do them well, so it’s good that you’re prioritizing the things that are more pressing at the moment. I hope moving goes well for you! Also I hope you’re having a good week! 🤍🤍🤍

If WIP Wednesday is happening this week, could I please get some baby Jean? Thank you!!!

prev | Baby Jean | WW 13.12.2023

Jean pouted, already knowing that his chance to explore by himself was gone. His guess was confirmed as his grandfather sighed. "Jean? Would you be okay with joining your sister?"

He could say no. He knew that. But he knew that if he said no, he'd end up with a very whiny little sister, and a disappointed set of grandparents.

"I want Jean to come with me, too!" Camille said, reaching out and grabbing Jean's hand again. "I want to tell him all about the sharks!"

MASTERPOST

[whumptober]

WHUMPTOBER 2024: PROMPTS LIST

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Whumptober 2024 Prompt List

No. 1: RACE AGAINST THE CLOCK

Search Party | Panic Attack | "If only we could hold on.” (Icysami x Renegaderr, Strangers.)

No. 2: TRUST ISSUES

Amusement Park | Role Reversal | “You got away with the crime while the knife's in my back.” (Charlotte Sands, Rollercoaster)

No. 3: SET UP FOR FAILURE

Fingerprints | Wrongfully Arrested | "I warned you."

No. 4: HALLUCINATIONS

Hypnosis | Sensory Deprivation | “You're still alive in my head.” (Billy Lockett, More)

No. 5: SUNBURN

Healing Salve | Heatstroke | "If my pain will stretch that far." (Lottery Winners, Burning House)

No. 6: NOT REALISING THEY'RE INJURED

Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms | Healed Wrong | "It's not my blood."

No. 7: ONLY FOR EMERGENCIES

Unconventional Weapon | Magic with a Cost | "It's us or them."

No. 8: SLEEP DEPRIVATION

Isolation Chamber | Forced to Stay Awake | "Leave the lights on." (Coldplay, Midnight)

No. 9: OBSESSION

Broken Window | Bruises | “Frame me up on the wall, just to keep me out of trouble.” (Fall Out Boy, Irresistible)

No. 10: BLOW TO THE HEAD

Slurred Words | Passing Out from Pain | "I can't think straight."

No. 11: SEEING DOUBLE

Convenience Store | Loneliness | “Leave no trace behind, like you don't even exist.” (Taylor Swift, Illicit Affairs)

No. 12: STARVATION

Underground Caverns | Cannibalism | "Just a little more."

No. 13: TEAM AS A FAMILY

Familial Curse | Multiple Whumpees | "Death will do us part." (Set It Off, Partner's In Crime)

No. 14: LEFT FOR DEAD

Hunting Gear | Blackmail | “Because I want you to know what it feels like to be haunted” (tiLLie, kooL aiD mAn)

No. 15: CHILDHOOD TRAUMA

Painful Hug | Moment of Clarity | "I did good, right?"

No. 16: NECROSIS

Swamp | Wound Cleaning | "No, I can't feel anything."

No. 17: NOWHERE ELSE TO GO

Ruined Map | Shipwrecked | "We had a good run."

No. 18: REVENGE

Unreliable Narrator | Loss of Identity | “I see what's mine and take it.” (Panic! at the Disco, Emperor's New Clothes)

No. 19: BLOOD TRAIL

Abandoned Cabin | One Way Out | "Is there anybody alive out there?" (Bruce Springsteen, Radio Nowhere)

No. 20: EMOTIONAL ANGST

Shoulder to Cry On | Giving Permission to Die | "It's not your fault."

No. 21: BODY HORROR

Body Horror | Tattoo Gun | Spirit Possession | “Let the bedsheet soak up the tears.” (Apparat feat. Soap & Skin, Goodbye)

No. 22: BLEEDING THROUGH BANDAGES

Tourniquet | Reopening Wounds | "Oh that's not good."

No. 23: FORCED CHOICE

Public Display | Broken Pedestal | "I'm doing this for you."

No. 24: RADIATION POISONING

Collapsed Building | Equipment Failure | “I never knew daylight could be so violent.” (Florence + The Machine, No Light, No Light)

No. 25: SURGERY

Stitches | Being Monitored | "It's for your own good."

No. 26: NIGHTMARES

Breakfast Table | Parting Words of Regret | “I'm haunted by the lies that I have loved, the actions I have hated.” (Poe, Haunted)

No. 27: VOICELESS

Laboratory | Muzzled | “I have no mouth and I must scream.”

No. 28: DENIAL

CCTV | Exposure | "They caught me red handed."

No. 29: FATIGUE

Labyrinth | Burnout | "Who said you could rest?"

No. 30: RECOVERY

Hospital Bed | Holding Back Tears | "What have I done?"

No. 31: ASKING FOR HELP

Therapy | Making Amends | "I'm alive, I'm just not well." (Elliot Lee, Alive, Not Well.)

Alternatives List:

Body Swap

Communication Barrier

Finding Old Messages

Forgotten

Friendly Fire

Motion Sickness

No-Holds-Barred Beatdown

Regret

Secrets Revealed

Shivering

Survivor's Guilt

Time Loop

Used As Bait

Venom

Vermin

Event Info & Rules

WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. They are meant to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don’t have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is “flame", you could create something with reference to a candle/campfire, your character could have suffered a burn, or the flame could be a reference to an ‘old flame’ - an old relationship. It’s truly down to you!

In total, there are 4 prompts for each day. These are optional suggestions and can be used in conjunction with the theme, or as options/alternatives.  We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks. There is also a list of 15 alternative prompts that can be subbed in for any day, again to give participants as much creative freedom as possible.

Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, photo/video/audio edits, paper crafts and elaborate recommendation lists (not just a list of links). Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.

When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag it with:

#whumptober2024 …..(the event tag)

#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, …..(theme number)

#bruises, #stabbing, …..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)

#altprompt …..(if you use an altprompt, tag the post with the number of the prompt you replace)

#fandom or #OC, …..(ironman, original content, oc, etc.)

#medium …..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)

#teeth, #etc …..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Keep in mind not to add “tw” in front but only use the word/trigger itself)

#nsfwhump …..(only for nsfw content)

#your own tags go here

PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober-archive blog. They must be tagged in the order above. An elaborate post about our tagging system can be found [here]

Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.

Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month. A form will be published at the beginning of November asking you to tell us if you completed. This is based on trust and we will not check this.

Frequently Asked Questions

Please read this before you send an ask!

TIMELINE

July: Trope voting form released. Late August: Prompt list is released for at least four weeks of preparation time. Tropes cannot be posted earlier than August 25th because of Moderator obligations in real life. (But, you know, go ahead and start writing/drawing, and add the themes in later, if you want!) September: Do as much or as little on your works as you want. You can prepare everything in advance or let September go by with vibes and start working in October. It’s up to you. October 1st: Challenge begins! A storm of whump breaks upon us all! During this time, some posts will be reblogged to the whumptober archive blog. We open the yearly AO3 collection for posting (optional). November 1st: The challenge is officially over! Completionist form opens for those who want to be included in the hall-of-fame. Early November: We release completionist and participant badges, solicit feedback, and post a hall-of-fame list of completionists by the 10th.

PARTICIPATION AND COMPLETION

Q: What counts as participation? Create or continue at least one work inspired by one of this year’s prompts. Q: What counts as completion? Creating work(s) inspired by at least one prompt from each day (or alts), for a total of 31 unique prompts. Q: Do I need to create 31 works? No. You can, if you want. Or you can create one work that you add to every day with a new prompt. Or several works that combine prompts. You can also update an existing work by adding new material with the current prompts. Q: Do I need to post my works somewhere to be a completionist or a participant? No. Q: How do you know I actually completed the challenge? We’ll take your word for it! Q: Do I have to finish my work(s) to be a completionist? No, you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish them in October, but if you want it to count towards being a completionist, you must have completed 31 prompts by the end of the month. So for example, if you’re writing a long fic and you fit 31 different prompts into the writing you did in October, it’s okay if that fic isn’t finished by the time October ends, you’ll still be a completionist. Q: Is co-writing/illustrating allowed? Yes, absolutely, and it would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you. Q: Is there a min/max limit on word count for written works? No. Q: Is there a min/max limit of quality for art? No. Q: Do I have to do something each day to be a completionist? No. You can skip days whenever you want, and as long as 31 daily prompts (or alts) are in your works done in October, you can be a completionist. For example, if you wrote a 1000-word ficlet that covers prompts in days 2, 3, and 17, you can check all three days off your list even though it’s only one work. Q: Is this challenge just for fics? No! Artworks, GIFsets, headcannons, rec lists, poetry, moodboards, or any other creative work is encouraged. Q: Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges? Absolutely, as long as the other challenges allow it too.

PROMPTS

Q: How do the prompts work? There are FOUR prompts per day: a theme and three ideas. You can use one, two, three, or all four prompts for each day. If you don’t like any of the daily prompts, you can substitute one of the ALT prompts instead. Q: How strictly/literally should we interpret the prompts? As literally or as figuratively as you want. For example, if the theme is WATER, that could mean drowning, waterboarding, raining, swimming, take place underwater, be lost at sea, construct a metaphor about a character’s mood that changes like a flowing river, crying, or whatever else you can think of that fits that theme. Q: Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many? No limit and combine as many as you’d like. If you create a work that checks off multiple prompts, that work will count for a fill of multiple prompts. You need to address 31 different prompts to be an official completionist, but you don’t have to produce 31 separate works.

WORKS

Q: What’s whump? Hurting a character, whether that’s physically, emotionally, intellectually, psychologically, or any other way you can think of. Comfort afterwards is optional. Angst is emotional whump, so it counts. Q: How do I know if it’s whumpy enough? If your character is just mildly inconvenienced, it probably needs more whump. However, no participant has to prove whumpiness to the mods. Whatever you write is up to you. Q: What kind of characters can I create for? Anything. Generic “whumpee,” OC, PC, NPC, major characters, minor characters, or whatever you want. There are no limits. Q: Does it have to take place in a specific fandom? No, you can create works for your own worlds or for fandoms or for both. You can also create more generic or pan-fandom works. You can do cross-overs or use OCs, whatever you want. Q: Can I create AI-created works? We will not reblog or promote any works we know to be generative AI-created. Q: Is there anything we’re not allowed to write? As long as it contains whump and is based on our prompts, it’s fine. Please courtesy tag your works if you post them so people who follow the #whumptober2024 tag can filter according to their preferences. Q: What about sex, minor characters, and potentially disturbing content? You can create whatever works are legal in your country and post them accordingly. Please courtesy tag anything you think might be objectionable if you post to Tumblr so people who follow the #whumptober2024 tag can filter according to their preferences.

POSTING

Q: Where can I post my work? Post where and how you want. You don’t even have to (cross)post it to Tumblr. Just keep in mind if it’s not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive. There is an AO3 archive for Whumptober 2024, as well as the parent collection for works completed outside of the event. Q: Can I start posting early? You can, but this is an October event and wouldn’t it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? We won’t be reblogging any work predating October 1st. Q: Can I post late? Yes. For the sake of our hardworking Post Fairies, only a day’s themes will be reblogged to @whumptober-archive each day of October. But you can post whenever. Some of us are still working on and posting Whumptober fics from years ago. Q: Do I have to use your tags? Only on Tumblr and only if you want us to reblog your work on @whumptober-archive. Q: How do I have my works reblogged to the archive? Properly tagged posts will be reblogged to @whumptober-archive. If you want the official archive blog to reblog you, post on Tumblr and tag correctly (see this FAQ link for more info on tagging). Please note not all posts will be reblogged each day. Q: Can we @ you? For questions and comments, of course. We’ll be getting a flood of notifications, so if you really want us to see something send an ask. Q: Can I cross post on other blogs? Yes, multiple platforms and blogs are perfectly acceptable, as long as they allow cross-posting (to us). You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once. If you post some works under your main and others under an alt blog, that’s fine for completionist purposes. Q: Can I upload/repost my Whumptober content to other social media platforms? Of course! We’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there, which can be found here. The blog is the official archive, so please respect the personal boundaries of any whumpers in your social circle (don’t out anyone as a participant who would prefer not to be outed).

Most importantly, have fun, create, and enjoy all the whump posted this October!

[h1biscusgal]

I fucking entered the void.

Long post ahead!

@premiumbitch I owe u every shit wtf, your method was INSANE?

REMEMBER HOW I TOLD Y'ALL IMMA BE ENTERING THE VOID ON MY BIRTHDAY???? I did it, and guys it's literally the easiest shit idk why some people see it as smth big 💀

I didn't manifest anything, why? Because guess it or not I actually just wanted to be familiar with it, I love how I'm slowly knowing everything is mine, and yesterday I didn't want to manifest anything I just wanted to try the void out especially bc I have been studying sm these days, I wanted a break.

Now I've been eating up that mindset that I'm a master at the void, which let's be obvious, everyone is, they just need to get to the point and slowly realize it, it has to click.

Okay I'm going to stop yapping and fucking get into it 👍🏻, either way, yesterday night, at 1:32 AM or smth, after the day turned 6th April, I got in bed and made myself comfortable, and simply told myself I'll enter the void under 5 minutes, which actually and unsurprisingly, it was the case, I used a standard boring ass method too yk, the one where it's usually always what people do.

On my back, started slow breathing, and i set the intention of keeping myself awake when my body sleeps (best advice I got from idk who it helps sm) and then I let myself sink in the bed for some minutes, like I just laid there, and already I immediately was in the SATs.

So naturally I affirmed for the void, knowing I'm already in there, and mf I slipped in there after two or three minutes of affirming, just saying "I am the void." Or "I am in the void."

I think the reason I actually got out myself or sometimes used to slip in and back, is how I immediately focused on my body signs or anything connected me to myself, so I have a note to myself next time, to allow it naturally happen and focus just on the blackness behind my eyes.

ANYWAYS I STAYED THERE FOR LIKE I THOUGHT 2 OR 3 MINUTES BUT IT WAS A WHOLE WHOPPING 1 HOUR TF, and get that, how did I know it's the void? I just wanted to see stars there and I fucking did 🎀

IMMA GO CRY I FINALLY AM THE CREATER OF MY OWN REALITY.

anyone reading this, babes please don't give up, genuinely don't, I've been in this game for 6 years and I know a lot of people that'll leave for this long, saying they have no patience, girly you can do it if I did, I used to be in SUCH a bad place you can't even imagine, I pulled my shit and started living in the end for 2 months (and no it doesn't take two months, I just was stubborn af and kept slipping in and out my beliefs).

Special thanks to them for keeping my motivation up 💗

@joc3lynn @catherineaboutlife @salemlunaa @premiumbitch @prettygirl444sblog @mercifulstate @shimmershifts @littlemissprettyprincess @luckykiwiii101 @carlyshifts111 (I adore her oml her RAS thing? ATE the fuck up)

And of course can't forget @gorgeouslypink but idk if she's here anymore? And every old blog back in the 2022 and 2020, I adore y'all sm even though I don't have your blog's names 😔🎀.