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[fatalism-and-villainy]

Another part of untangling the Garashir knot i.e. trying to make their relationship make sense for fic-writing purposes is the question of Bashir’s ability to trust and be vulnerable around Garak.

I got to thinking about that because of this 10-year-old post (yay old meta dives!) that points out that Bashir is just as emotionally closed off as Garak in The Wire, and it’s really true - he never explicitly tells Garak he that he cares about him, but instead frames his care for him through their doctor-patient relationship, or through his higher ethical convictions (that is, when Garak says “Have you considered I might be getting exactly what I deserve?” and Bashir says “No one deserves this”). And given that part of the conflict of that episode is Bashir’s uncertainty as to whether Garak actually considers him a friend or cares for him on the same level as Bashir cares for Garak - as indicated in Bashir’s conversation with Dax - I think it speaks to a level of emotional self-protection on Bashir’s part that’s pretty often at play in his relationship with Garak.

Because for all that he wants Garak to open up to him in those early episodes - it comes up in a more playful mode in the way they banter with each other, but The Wire shows more legitimate frustration from Bashir at the possibility that Garak might not trust him - Bashir never actually leads by example there. When does he ever share anything about his personal history with Garak? When does he ever confide in him about his hopes and fears and insecurities? Pretty much never! And he’s not at all averse to sharing things about himself, whether it’s to get laid (like the adapted story about his medical exams) or to make a friend (like him telling Miles about Palis in Armageddon Game, or telling that pregnant woman about Kukalaka in The Quickening). He gave Jadzia his medical school journals (to get laid… and make a friend?). And there are plenty of instances of him confiding in his friends - Miles, Jadzia, Ezri - about his insecurity, fear of failure, feeling like he’s a monster because of his genetic engineering, etc.

But not with Garak. The closest he gets to sharing anything significant about himself is his grumpiness about turning thirty in Distant Voices, which isn’t even close. And you could argue that that’s a contrivance of the writing, a consequence of their relationship not being allowed to be developed more. But I actually think it makes a lot of sense from a character angle. Because for all that he seemingly can’t stop talking about himself, Bashir is a lot more selective about what parts of himself that he shares than it initially seems, as is most obviously demonstrated by the fact that he hid his being genetically engineered from everyone for years. So I do take him at his word when he tells Jadzia in The Wire that he doesn’t exactly trust Garak either, and I think that’s modeled in his (possibly subconscious) reluctance to truly open up to him. I mean, in Distant Voices he casts the guy telepathically attacking his brain as Garak! Which he and Garak laugh off in an extremely charming scene at the end of the episode, but it really does say something about how he sees Garak on a subconscious level.

So it’s honestly much easier for me to imagine fic scenes and whatnot in which Garak opens up to Bashir, because there is plenty of precedent for that in canon - largely in The Wire, but also when he vents to Bashir about his frustration with Tain and desire for Tain’s forgiveness in In Purgatory’s Shadow. And there’s a real sense that he really does want to unburden himself to Bashir, even if primarily in his own evasive, circumlocutionary way. But it’s so, so hard for me to get Bashir to a place where he’d do something similar with Garak, because given his characterization wrt their dynamic, I just feel like there’d need to be so much more work done in their relationship to get him to feel that kind of trust towards Garak.

(This dovetails with my headcanon that they weren’t that close in the later seasons, because the events later in the show would honesty make that even more difficult. After being interrogated by an intelligence organization, I imagine Bashir would be even warier of Garak!)

There’s also the fact that the most intense intimacy between the two of them always comes up in situations where Bashir is the stronger one, and Garak is the one who needs to be cared for, who’s being pushed into being vulnerable. And that again is a contrivance of the writing, but it is something that I think is compelling to contemplate when it comes to their relationship dynamic - specifically, how it might affect a long-term relationship dynamic in a post-canon setting. Because Bashir can be something of a fixer-upper when it comes to his romantic relationships, and I do see him as drawn to dynamics where he’s the stronger one who’s positioned to care for and guide the other person. And so, while I don’t think Bashir would be the sole cause of any difficulties that might arise in their relationship - trying to get open and honest communication from Elim Garak really would be like pulling teeth - I can really see him falling into a pattern of thinking with Garak wherein Garak is the one who needs to be cared for, the one who needs to communicate with him, etc etc, but being very very bad at being open and communicative with Garak in turn. Even if their relationship does develop sufficiently for him to feel more comfortable sharing himself with Garak - and I really think that it could - I still imagine his first impulse when he’s Going Through It would be to close himself off from Garak. And that does cause problems.

A broader angle that canon does not really bring out is the potential for Bashir’s dynamic with Garak to draw out some of Bashir’s hypocrisies, or aspects of his ideology that are incomplete or contradictory. Bashir on Cardassia post-canon has a lot of potential to do this - not that I’d want him to let go of Federation ideals, but the reality of living somewhere else would necessitate those ideals being qualified, or him becoming more flexible. And with the shift in their dynamic, in which Garak is in his natural habitat (even if it’s drastically changed from the Cardassia he remembers) and Bashir is the outsider, Garak could potentially be put in the role of having to guide or protect Bashir. And given the nature of Cardassian politics, the actual methods he might take in order to do so would imo not necessarily be within Bashir’s comfort zone. And I like the idea of that conflict, and that kind of testing of Bashir’s values and expectations and perceptions, coming through on a smaller scale just within their relationship, wherein Bashir really wants Garak to communicate with him but finds it (not even consciously!) very difficult to reciprocate that.

[frostedclock-writes]

Crimson Magnolias

Part 5

Warnings: r rated and for a mature audience, one sided romance, Hanahaki disease

Alastor x female! Reader

(Art by me)

Part 4

Part 1

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New Orleans in the fall was always so gorgeous, the cool nights filled with music in the streets and the smell of shrimp and pork permeated through the very bricks of every home. Alastor's home was no different, you always were smelling something delicious cooking in his kitchen anytime you stopped by. Today it smelled like he was making blood sausage, so you knew to expect dirty rice, collard greens and cornbread to accompany it.

You messed with the hem of your dress as you watched Alastor bring out two plates from the steam of smokey flavors and smells escaping the archway of his kitchen. His smile was as big as ever and his brown eyes met yours as he set the plate down in front of you. It made your heart flutter in your chest, your stomach turned flips as he moved to his side of the table and took his seat. His fingers smoothed the curls of his dark brown hair, then dusted his hands off and pulled the napkin down.

Carnsarnit. You forced yourself to stop staring at him for so long. Friends don't do that. Don't turn on the radio at the same time he's airing every night and listen to his voice as he provided entertainment across this grand city. Shouldn't sit at home and think of the outfit you were picking out, and would be to his liking or was it too tawdry. You knew you were sweet on him, and it made you feel like a foolish school girl at times.

Especially after he dipped you the last time the two of you were cutting a rug. Gosh, his face had been so close to yours that you noticed he had a small gold band around his iris surrounded by a rich brown. He was stronger then his slender frame suggested, his hands were so firm on you that it didn't even cross your mind that you might get dropped. His long think fingers played across your hip like you had been his piano.

Just breath. Forget about it. Push it down.

" Alastor, this looks delicious. " You laugh a little and look at the filled plate.

" Ah, it's nothing but a simple dish I make time from time. Perhaps I should ask you over when I have a better selection of meat available. Now that! That will be a meal simply to die for I assure you. " His smile seemed to stretch a few inches.

" Oh, well, if your cooking it, I'll die happy then. " You joke. You poke your fork into the sausage.

Blood streaked across the white plate.

" Would you have prefered something else? Perhaps I should serve up shark next time," Alastor made a laugh.

The smell of raw meat brought your mind back to reality for a moment. You realize you had been poking at the same piece of rare venison on your plate next to a small collection of sides. The noises of the swamp came crawling back, cicadas and the dripping of water mingled together. Alastor's red ear flicked and his eyebrow was cocked, his smile stretched thin.

" Oh! No, no," you make a gentle laugh, hoping to lighten the mood at the table. You take a bite of the meat, the savory flavor hit your tongue. Tender and melted almost like butter in your mouth.

Alastor gently placed his fork down next to his half finished food, his red colored finger lingered on the handle of the fork for a moment as his hand lifted up. His eyes met yours. He picked up his whiskey glass and swirled it right under his nose before taking a drink. He took a small drink and after he swallowed, he looked so intensely at you. You opened your mouth to speak when it turned into a startled yelp as you felt goosebumps prick your forearm And you looked over and see the phantom shadow affectionately called Shade by yourself. You made a small laugh as you put your hand over your heart.

" Shade, you startled me!"

He looked at you with an unnaturally tilted head, his crooked smile was large and stretched. He made what might have been mistaken or radio static kind of hiss. His eye-like features turned downward like he was upset. You made a chuckle and reach and touch the silhouette of the left ear. Always made your skin almost feel cold, goosebumps.

" What? Are you mad at me too? "

Flicking of channels kind of sound. You really wish you could interpret what the mostly coporial shadow was trying to say.

" Dont be like that. "

Static hisses. The shadow wrapped around you like a boa constrictor, it felt funny and made your whole body feel like it was tingling. You make a laugh and stroke under where his chin would be if he was more then a simple silhouette of his master.

" It wasn't like it was my intention to get picked up while I was out on my errands."

You look ahead to Alastor, hearing the drumming of fingers. His eyebrow twitched and he cleared his throat. And unspoken order it seemed. Shade seemed to look abashed before it dispersed, you make a small hum and pick up your own glass of rye. You took a small swig and let it burn down your throat.

" He just picked you up? On the side of the street like some.... " Alastor tapped his hoof on the soft swamp ground but you could still feel it.

" He saw me and he wanted to catch up. " You make a shrug. " He didn't do anything, so I don't see an issue." You take another bite.

" That isn't the point, Cher. " Alastor tutted. " He wants to use you for his own gain. "

You made a laugh. Perhaps a bit harder then you had intended. " Says Master o' Manipulation himself. " You set your fork down.

" That makes me uniquely qualified to tell when someone else is doing it. " He rubbed his knuckles against his chest and glanced at the red tips of his fingers.

" And being a friend of yours for so long, gives me the talent of recognizing when someone's trying it on me. Or do you not trust me to make my own decisions?"

A sound like a mix of an elk bugle and a record getting scratched. Alastor's ears folded back a little. " That is not what I was meaning in the slightest. "

Was he jealous?

That was silly though.

" Alastor, we've been friends for a long time. Don't you know if I felt threatened I would have told you? I did it once before, remember?"

He paused and his smile was still strained. Forced on his lips at this point. " Yes. "

You tap your glass with your fingernail, " If Vox wants to know what your up to, I already told him he's out of luck on that." You look back over to Alastor. " You never let anyone in. "

Alastor picked up a folded cloth napkin and brought it up to his lips to wipe them clean. He fell quiet after that, it was moments like this that you really wish you could at least guess what this man was thinking. Just a little would do. Such an enigma in his thought process, when you think you know what he might do, he goes and makes a change. For the shits and giggles it seems more often then naught.

The sounds of the conjured bayou filled the silence between the two of you.

You picked back up your fork and take a bite of your food, it almost cold at this point. You didn't mind. The sounds of silverware scraping gently against porcelain plates mixed in with the melody of crickets and creaking willow and magnolia limbs. You look back towards Alastor, who had returned back to what remained of his meal.

" Alastor..."

" Tomorrow I have an overlord meeting, would you be amenable to accompaning me?" He cut you off about the same time as you spoke.

" What?" You make a small laugh. " Am I even allowed to be there?"

Alastor made a hum. " Doesn't matter," he placed his fork on the empty plate, "in fact it would be amusing of thrm to argue with me. "

You cock an eyebrow. " Are you taking me just to see what the others say?"

Alastor laughed and slowly rose to his feet. " Oh, of course!"

You paused for a moment and then make a chuckle under your breath, you look at the man you have loved for decades. " Why should I have expected anything different...." You set your napkin from your lap inti the empty plate. The edges stained with blood and leftover juices.

A hand was extended. Alastor had his gaze away from you but his hand offered to help you from your seat. You took his hand. Soft. You suppose that was one way to discribe his palm. The dark color that coated his palm and crawled up his forearm was like soft short fur that felt like running your fingers across velvet. The tips of his fingers curled around the top of your hand for a breif moment, like polished hoof that grazed across your hand. Smooth and hard.

Your thoughts wondered for a moment, how would those hands feel traveling up your arm, lingering touches across flesh you kept covered. Would the soft fur on his palms tickle your thighs as they glided across your skin like it was a dancefloor to him.

Alastor escorted you across the swamp ground until it turned to hardwood. He glanced down at you, you could feel his gaze. He was still holding your hand, you took a small moment to enjoy the lingering touch. Ginger really did ruin the lingering flavor of meat in your mouth. You swallowed down, petals moved in clumps down your throat. You coughed and cleared your throat a little, pushing down the itch in your throat down. His fingers slipped from your own.

He looked down at you with a softer expression then when you had followed him up here to begin with. His red eyes seemed to scan parts of your face. He reached forward, his red finger slowly seperated a piece of your bangs and his thumb ran across it as he brought it out from your face a few inches. Your heart felt like it was in your throat, your pulse quickened. His fingers slid down the piece of hair he had within his gentle hold, down towards where it met your shoulders.

" Hmm.." The hum in his throat seemed so far away for a moment. The strands of hair slipped from his fingers and he stood back up straight, reminding you of his towering height. He had something between his fingers. A stained white petal. " Trouncing about a garden?" He cocked an eyebrow as he gazed at the petal as if it was foreign to him.

Your stomach clenched. " Oh... Haha! " You made a quick laugh and you glance away from the offending flower petal. " Oh yeah, well..."

" My magnolias aren't in bloom this time of year..." He spoke under his breath.

" Ahah well who knows where my hair snagged it .. maybe a sinner I had passed. " You were quick to make an excuse.

Alastor tilted his head at an awkward angle as his gaze met yours, he seemed to be searching for something in your face. " Hmm ...." He snapped his head back into place in a quick motion that made a sound not unlike when you crush an empty bottle, " No matter! I have a broadcast to do!" He put his hand on your shoulder and he walked with you towards the door. " If you could check on Niffty for me, my dear, and then I shall see you in the lobby tomorrow morning. Bright and early! " He chuckled and adjusted his lapel to make sure it laid flat.

You chuckle. " Until the morning then. " You stepped out into the hallway with him. You look over towards him one more time. " And.... Alastor, " you began.

Alastor made a hum as he flourished his hand and his microphone materialized into it and he stamped it gently into the crimson and gold carpet. " Hmm?"

" I missed you. "

Alastor chuckled and he leaned his weight onto the cane for a moment. " And I you. " He melted like black sludge into the ground and was gone.

You took a small breath and turn and began down the hallway towards the staircase at the end. You could use a drink to wash the taste that stuck to your tongue like bile. Husk would have a good drink, maybe something fruity. The long walk down the staircase was quiet all except for the creaking of old wood beneath your weight, the lobby seemed pretty bare. No Angel or Pentious, and Charlie and Vaggie seemed like they had already retired for the evening.

You caught sight of Niffty laid out on the stained carpet, kicking her little feet in the air, already in her nightwear. She seemed to be messing with something. You glance over her pinkish-red hair to the little roaches in her hand like a child would hold a doll. Oh how could you forget the little roach plays. She must have heard your approach, she cracked her neck and looked up at you, a wide smile across her face.

" Y/N! Do you want to watch the show? Anton and Victor are fighting over Elizabeth, but Elizabeth is only in love with Anton. " Niffty waggled the roach corpses like they were little puppets.

" Oooh. Uh..." You look down at her and give a small smile. " I really would, but I feel like I've missed to many episodes to keep up right now, dear. "

" Oh. Okay. I'll let you know when the season recap is. " She nodded like it was the most sane thing she could imply about her roach play.

You pet the top of her hair, her hair was fluffy and soft despite it's appearance most of the time. You walk past her and avoid the extra insects off to the side waiting their turn in the morbid show. You take a small breath as you enter the bar, your shoulders relaxed and you could see the grumpy winged cat himself behind the bar. He scrubbed at a stain on the counter of the bar, his gold eyes glanced up as a creak of a floorboard announced you.

Husk made a grunt of acknowledgement.

" How was the day? At least it looks like the wall was left alone today. " You laugh gently as you take a seat at the bar.

Husk took out a clean glass and set it in front of you. He poured two knuckles of dark liquor. He made a shrug and his tired eyes stared at the rag as he wiped the few splatters that landed after he opened the bottle. " Better then a swift kick in the ass. "

You make a hum and take a small sip from your glass. Whiskey at least. A few minutes pass in silence, you let the whiskey burn away the taste of ginger. You set the glass down. " Husk, have you ever loved someone?"

Husk cocked an eyebrow, his hands stopped the job of cleaning the same spot over and over just a few feet down the counter. He set his rag off and he picked up the bottle of whiskey he had been pouring from, popped the top back off and took a swig straight from the bottle. He tapped a white claw-like didget from the hand that grasped the bottle.

" Once or twice. A long fuckin' time ago now. "

You rubbed the side of your glass with your fingers. " Did they ever love you back?"

" One, I think anyway. She's somewhere. " He made a shrug like it didn't matter.

" Did... You ever let the other one know?"

He set the bottle down and leaned on one elbow, leaning closer across the bar. His heart shaped nose twitched a little as his frown made his face scrunch. " I did."

You felt the tickle in your throat. " Ah..." You took a drink of whiskey. " What happened?"

" I told her to late and she was already gettin' fucking hitched to some guy who beat her to death about a year later. " He said it so bluntly, but his gruff tone held a twinge of regret.

You look at Husk for a moment and then you look back to your cup.

" Ya want my advice?" Husk narrowed his eyes and his long think red eyebrows scrunched together. " He ain't worth the shit your puttin' yourself through. "

You make a small frown. " That isn't -"

" Look at yourself. Anyone who fuckin' cares about ya would have noticed that ya look like a hellhound drug ya around and spat ya out. "

You make a huff of a laugh. " Thanks Husk. Really. You always have such encouraging and lovely words. "

Husk refilled your glass. " I just don't like seein' someone like you hurtin' yourself for a man that I fucking would bet my cards wouldn't do the same for you. "

You felt a twist in your gut. You shake your head. " I... He's different when your-"

"On his good side. " Husk said bluntly.

You sigh. You know he would feel this way. You drink from the whisky, drinking more than necessary and it made your head swim. " You just don't fucking get it... You only know him from down here... You didn't know him from when he was alive."

" Oh I'm sure he was peachy keen and rainbows."

" Husk. "

" Look ain't none of us good down here. And he's one of the worst. I just don't get how you can give any piece of that heart of yours to that bastard. " Husk turned around. " I ain't your afterlife coach. I just thought you wanted a pice of advice from a friend. And killin' yourself a second time for him isn't worth shit."

You lay your head down on the counter and make a gentle sigh.

You should either tell him.

Or...

Try to move on.

You can feel the petals in your lungs. Everyday it seemed to always get harder to breathe. Your throat was sore enough you might start loosing your voice. Your fingers go into your pocket and mess with the hard stock of the personal business card that Vox had given you.

You had enjoyed not thinking about it for once... And it doesn't seem like Alastor would ever be interested in you beyond being a long-time friend. And perhaps that's been your only saving grace in his bloody path through hell. He didn't even care enough to tell you he would be gone for years.

You take a deep breath and then thump your head back against the counter.

Outright rejection would hurt you as well.... You have a feeling the flowers would never go away then.

Magnolias.

You were once told that they represented perseverance.

But how much longer can you preserver?

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[isthepame]

Blue Lock VS. U-20 JAPAN Serialised Interview, Part 2

Makoto Furukawa as Tabito Karasu – Exploring Karasu’s ‘Calculating Nature’ and ‘Aura of Dominance’

Interviewer: Could you share your thoughts on the story’s focus in Season 2, particularly the "U-20 Japan National Team Match"? What aspects of it do you find most striking or appealing?

Makoto Furukawa (voice of Tabito Karasu): Seeing the individuals who have previously clashed so fiercely now come together as teammates to face the U-20 players has a certain emotional depth to it.

When you think of the U-20 Japan National Team in real life, it’s often seen as a dream team, made up of players selected from across various regions. But in a way, the Blue Lock players are no less of a dream team themselves. This makes for an incredibly thrilling and dynamic development in the story.

Interviewer: What was your first impression of Tabito Karasu as a character, and what do you focus on when portraying him?

M. Furukawa: One of the key directions I received was to emphasise his "calculating nature." I try to incorporate that subtly throughout my performance. While his surname, "Karasu," means "crow," his personality and troublesome nature remind me more of a "snake" a comparison that was also highlighted in the direction I received.

Another important aspect is his Kansai dialect. I was provided with guide audio beforehand, and adapting its nuances to match the character's pace and the visuals was quite challenging. I’ve also had the opportunity to learn from people on set who are from the Kansai region, which has been incredibly helpful and much appreciated.

Interviewer: In Episode 2, we saw Team A face off against Team B in a match to decide the regular players for the "U-20 Japan National Team Match." There was also a scene where Karasu and Kageya Otoya stood together as the team's two forwards. Could you share your impressions of Episode 2 and any scenes that stood out to you?

M. Furukawa: Looking back after recording, I feel that this episode served as an introduction for characters who hadn’t yet had much opportunity to shine in the story. I hoped to convey the "aura of strength" that comes with surviving Blue Lock. In a sense, this episode felt like a self-introduction for many characters, so I hope viewers will continue to support them moving forward.

Interviewer: In this episode, Karasu’s sharp analytical skills and his knack for being a disruptor were on full display, such as when he referred to Isagi as "ordinary." How did you approach these aspects in your performance?

M. Furukawa: I focused on creating the sense that Karasu could "disable" his target player (functionally speaking). By subtly hinting at malice and applying pressure bit by bit, I aimed to build that tension in the performance.

Since I also considered the physical aspects of his character, it’s possible that the sense of pressure came across even stronger than intended.

Interviewer: Lastly, could you share what viewers should look forward to in the coming episodes?

M. Furukawa: As many already know, the match against the U-20 players is a major highlight. However, what excites me most is the personal growth and human drama that unfolds throughout the series it’s truly inspiring.

Personally, I was particularly struck by Ego’s long monologue.

Of course, the individual moments of brilliance from each character are also something to look forward to. Please enjoy the broadcast!

Interview by Chihiro Sasamoto.

Edited by Inari Ogawa.

Translated by isthepame (X)

[windwardrose]

I am so embarrassed sometimes for the "I will never buy from a breeder" crowd. like. I understand the knee-jerk reaction, and I honor their compassionate intentions

but where do they think dogs come from. do they think that dogs will self-select for health and good traits or something, and the same colors that their relatives were. do they think there is legitimately no difference between a husky/shepherd/lab/pit mix born on the street and a sighthound with generations of lure coursing and health testing behind them, or that both of them will be happy in the same life?

I wonder if some of this comes also as a reaction to the hyper-ridiculous breeding of non-type dogs (fluffy frenchies anyone?) or overpriced doodles. There are certainly some dogs I see and am like "we've gone too far guys, back it up."

but people are always going to have preferences and hopes for their dogs and that's a good and okay thing. making the choice to acquire a dog that you won't make miserable and won't make you miserable - that's the first giant part of responsible pet ownership. tempering those preferences and hopes with reality (we can't all have blue merles with two blue eyes) is also important. when 75-90% of shelter dogs are not suitable for 75-90% of the population, I'm making this up here but I don't think it's too far off base, there's a limit to what can be done even supposing we cut off all breeding.

Which like. do they know. where dogs come from...?

"we need to stop breeding dogs but we can breed them again once the populations are down and the shelters are empty"

I'm afraid you might be stupid

[aelswiths]

Alfred's Facial Expressions Throughout the Seasons: Season 2

Part 2/3 (1)

Requested by @daviddawsonfangroup

[hellyeahsickaf]

Having grown up with pretty severe undiagnosed ADHD one of my core memories will always be the teacher in 6th grade that would go out of his way to humiliate students that weren't reading enough. Idk how common this was but we had AR points. Essentially a system where if you read a book you could take a quiz on it and get points if you passed, with each book being worth a different amount of points. A very short book might be 3 points, a book the size of Harry Potter might be worth 40-70. You get it

I was actually good at literacy, I had the highest literacy score in that class. But audiobooks weren't really much of a thing yet and sitting down to read a book was virtually impossible, it's something I still struggle with and thought I was stupid for. I knew how to read and was great at it, even liked the material, but physically sitting down and reading a book was close to impossible. There were kids with hundreds of AR points and I had idk, probably less than 25.

And every few weeks this asshole would have all of us line up from most points to least. He'd go through, first hyping up the front of the line saying how impressed he was. He'd tell the next few they were doing well, to keep it up. Further down tell them to pick up the pace, but god help you if you were within the last 6 or so (some of them had the same issue as me, VERY likely also something undiagnosed)

He'd spend most of this time on those last few students. Berating these 11 year olds individually and intentionally humiliating them, telling them how there are 7 year olds who read more than us. He'd say we had no future, at least nothing better than minimum wage at McDonald's. That or we'd be on the streets. He was the type to bully neurodivergent kids every chance he got and boy that was damaging.

Wasn't the first or last teacher of mine to bully and shame kids and other teachers knew he did this so they'd send them to our classroom. He'd sometimes take an entire hour (I'd counted) out of our class time just humiliating this kid or few kids sent in for things like not doing their work or causing disruptions. He'd sometimes put their sloppy unfinished work or something on the projector and make fun of it. If the kid started crying he'd tell them to suck it up or call them names. And he was actually really well liked by the students, just the ones he wasn't an abusive motherfucker to

[nachtwandeling]

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[selectivechaos]

if you hear me talking to my cat, no you didn’t.

if you hear me sneeze, cough, breathe, no you didn’t.

if you want to mimic my voice, no you shouldn’t.

if you want to mimic my AAC voice, speak over it, or laugh at pronunications or spelling mistakes (text to speech), no you shouldn’t.

if am mute around you and someone tells you something i said, or you hear a recording, no you didn’t.

in all seriousness, it’s not funny to point out when situationally mute people make sounds. (to clarify : it’s factually correct but morally wrong to point these things out. technically you did, but it is kinder to act like you didn’t.) it makes sm worse. 🌹🌹

[rpmemegraveyard]

Never threatened to feed people's writing to A.I, just poor wording on my part.

Cool, you're still a fucking loser for going 'oh, (mun) doesn't interact with everyone' to another party who raised their concerns after being told by said mun 'no I won't make an AI for my character'!

Fuck out of my askbox, dude. You could've kept your mouth shut and interacted with c.ai without causing a stir. When has ANYBODY in that rpc even alluded to making character ai for their characters for public consumption? Cool, apologize all you want, but my points still stand. I think the ask itself at the very least made people aware of this possible threat, and again. It is possible a dipshit in another rpc has made this threat to indie writers in a different scenario.

AI has no place in the RPC.

[abyssalpriest]

Working with Leviathan be like

Leviathan: *completely both rewrites a severe trauma trigger back into something neutral and freeing, and further reconnects me to the Sky and myself off plane and pre-incarnation in the space of 24 hours* yeah nice, anyway we should play video games now I'm tired

[arolesbianism]

I've been playing oni all day again and I'm rotating various dupe hcs in my mind... Might take a stab at designing some random dupes later to fuck around and wait nvm it's past midnight god damnit

[weaselle]

i had to make a solution for this for myself, mostly because of depression, but it makes a nice How To for folks who are low on spoons or could use some help in the kitchen.

Fortunately i was a professional cook for over a decade. UNfortunately the first post i made explaining it was suuuuper long. Let's see if i can do better

So you select any protein that you can cook in a frying pan -- chicken breasts, ground beef, pork chops, sausages, steak, chicken thighs, whatever. You also select one or two types of veggie (mushrooms or tubers also work, i just did this with potatoes and carrots for dinner tonight).

[i like cooking for vegetarians, but this is how i cook for myself when i'm low on spoons - perhaps i'll do another post for meatless meals]

You'll also need some kind of oil, and a sauce or two of your choice in a bottle. All cooking gear is a large frying pan with lid (i prefer non-stick) a spatula, a cutting board, and a knife.

You cut the veggies into bite size pieces, cut up enough for two meals. One kind of veggie is fine, or you can do mix two or three

Put frying pan on medium heat with a little oil. Tubers or mushrooms or go in the pan a few minutes before the protein. 2 portions of the protein goes in the pan, about 5 minutes with lid (don't worry you can still get a good sear on both sides)

Now flip your protein if it's flip-able and add normal veggies, put the lid back on another five-ish minutes.

Take your protein out and put it with one portion of the veggies in a microwave safe container. That's going to be your lunch tomorrow. Put the other portion of protein on a plate to rest (you have to let a cooked protein sit a couple minutes before you serve it or when you cut into it all the juices run out and it goes dry - the liquids thicken as it cools, preventing this drying out if you let it rest, the goal is to serve it very warm but not hot hot)

While it's resting, pour some sauce from your bottle in the pan with the rest of the veggies and turn up the heat. A single sauce/bottle is fine, i like to get fancy and mix a couple. Two examples of personal favorite mixes are 1: bbq sauce and a hot sauce like sriracha 2: roughly equal parts low sodium soy sauce and worcestershire (makes something similar to a teriyaki sauce) A swallow of wine is almost always a great option if you want to add that to your sauce too, just add it to the pan before the other sauces so the alcohol has time to burn off.

...

Here is the important bit. While your veggies are finishing, wash your cutting board and chef knife. Then when you dump your veggies and sauce over your protein on the plate, while it is still too hot to eat, you wash your frying pan and spatula before you eat. Now the only dishes you have left to do are your plate and fork. Maybe a steak knife.

...

The whole thing takes about 35 minutes even with washing the dishes, and that includes your lunch for the next day- just pour a different sauce on and stick it in the microwave for a couple minutes (or five minutes back in the frying pan) and you have a full healthy lunch with a different flavor

You can use this technique every single meal and it yields hundreds of combinations, from pork and potatoes bbq, to salmon and broccoli teriyaki, to chicken and zucchini in a soy glaze.

It will keep you down to less than an hour of kitchen time per day total for both lunch and dinner including all dish clean up, uses the least dishes, the least effort, requires the least technique, and is, depending on what you pick out, very affordable

here are a couple more examples from this month; i didn’t take pictures of the salmon i did recently, but you get the idea

it's not super fancy, but it is easy, affordable, quick, and any flavors you want. Hope this helps some folks

Happy Cooking!

[juuheizou]

“[character] eats people” not in a condemning hannibal or whatever as immoral art kind of way but “they eat people” in a trying to get people to appreciate the lack of easy answers to tokyo ghoul morals way

[readwritealldayallnight]

(part of the Wife at First Sight series)

When Ghost had asked if you would help him with something, you’d answered yes without a question. You didn’t ask for details, smiling and thanking him every time he opened each door that led to the base’s parking garage, giggling when he even insisted on opening the truck door for you. You’d come to grow fond of your work husband, appreciating how he never failed to make you feel special.

You sometimes wished his affections were genuine, rather than part of what you’d assumed was a strange hazing ritual in the military (which you couldn’t deny kind of worked, the two of you had grown closer hadn’t you? Was that the point of hazings?).

But you knew that line of thinking wouldn’t lead anywhere, other than potential heartbreak. He surely was only joking around, wouldn’t return your feelings. That’s why you played along with the ruse, but tried your best not to fall too hard for the man who was making that more and more impossible.

Still though, you couldn’t deny the pang in your heart when you discovered the errand he requested your help with, was to go look at engagement rings.

Did he actually have someone special in his life? Someone he hoped to propose to?

You felt guilty, thinking there might be another person out there that he loves enough to ask them to marry him, all the while you’re enjoying his attention at work, pretending he could ever actually want you as his wife.

You follow him into the shop, eyes widening at the never ending cases and displays of shiny, glittering jewelry, as far as the eye can see.

He chuckles at your expression, telling you not to worry your pretty little head over any price tags, just to pick out whichever one you liked.

You appreciated that he trusts your judgement so much that he wanted your opinion on which ring to buy his partner, and so you take your time looking through them all, even if it makes you sad to picture him slipping this ring onto another person’s finger.

Gaze scanning the displays, your eye is instantly caught by one ring and one ring only. You point to it, Ghost humming in agreement, signalling for one of the employees behind the counter to unlock the case.

The man pulls the ring out, handing it to the Lieutenant who examines it in between gloved fingers.

“Let’s see how it fits.” He murmurs, taking your left hand in his and slipping the band onto your ring finger, both of your eyes locked on the movement.

“Like a glove.” The employee says with a smile, moving to gather a selection of ring boxes he hopes to show you both, seeing that the ring has evidently found its owner and fits perfectly.

“It’s really beautiful Ghost.” You tell him, admiring the ring as he admires your expression. “Your wife’s a lucky woman.” You add, thinking of the mystery woman you’re convinced he’s buying this for, assuming you must have a similar ring size to her or something, if he’s having you try it on.

Your eyes meet his own warm gaze as his hand folds your fingers, bringing the ring up to his lips to press a kiss through the mask.

“Not as lucky as I am to be her husband.”

[pearlymel]

A dance— Capitano

Synopsis : your relationship with him grows, and he seems sweeter than ever.

Wc : 3.2k

Warnings : contains NSFW content, fem!reader, reader is mostly called 'wife', he's super sweet, soft sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink kinda, reader wears a dress and heels.

Notes : part 2 is heree! I highly recommend reading part 1 here. And part 3 is out here!

You've tried creating art, you've tried cooking (with the help of your personal maid, Marina), you've even tried planting.

Yeah, you're a plant mom now. Not only that, you're a cat mom too. Saving the poor kitty from the harsh rain one day, you couldn't leave the poor little one outside. It's mother seeming to abandon it.

All because you have become extremely bored on the days where Capitano wouldn't be here, and he forbade you to even clean your shared bedroom because he thinks it's useless when there are servants present to do the job. (He doesn't want to tire you out.)

Come to think of it, the last time you saw him, he kept avoiding you. Whenever you tried striking a conversation during dinner, he would only hum and nod. Or when you suggested to have another picnic, he flatly refused, and it felt like the hardest rejection to your face.

It's like he had his own mood swings that you had to deal with. One day he would indulge you in the activities you wanted to do, then the next he would refuse.

Like last week.

“I used to do this when i was young.” You tell him with the softest smile to yourself, your fingers working carefully with the flower petals and strings. You were determined to make this flower crown, and you were taking your sweet time just to have him by your side.

Capitano silently listened to your words, his gaze fixed on your gentle movements as you delicately fashioned a flower crown. The air between you was calm, "You have a talent for making flower crowns," he eventually responded, his deep voice breaking the tranquil silence.

"Did you learn it from someone?”

“No… just by myself.” He couldn't help but be impressed by your innate ability to create such an intricate accessory without any formal instruction. "Self-taught." He mused, "You have an unusual aptitude for discovering things on your own.”

You hum back while adding the finishing touches, and he watched your proud display of the finished flower crown.

“this is for kitty!” You smile at the thought of the little one purring with a pretty crown on it's head.

Kitty? Capitano is confused once you start talking about the cat, you seem even more excited when you described how you cuddled with it.

"You just happened to come across this crying feline in the rain, and you brought it home with you?”

“yes! Ah, well… i hope you don't mind.”

“i don't.”

And that was the last of your conversation, and it's been a week since you last saw him.

“my lady,” You recognise the voice of Marina as she knocks on the door, and you grant her the permission of her entry.

You set the sleeping kitten on the fluffed up pillow to reach for the letter she hands you.

An invitation to the grand ball… you read the contents of it, scanning every word as you pull the paper down.

“like a party?” you ask, glancing up at her, "Yes, that is correct. A grand ball is taking place tonight. It's a gathering of the higher-ranking Fatui members and a few... select guests.” she trails off, unsure of what else to add on.

“I can see that this invitation is for Capitano, not to me.”

“lord Capitano doesn't normally attend these grand balls. So my lady, you will have to go instead.” Marina explains this and you feel like you're going to have a headache.

All you wanted to do today was sleep in with the kitten. Not to trouble yourself in some party.

But… if it's for the sake of your husband's reputation, then you are willing to do it.

You hope you don't pass away too quick from your social anxiety.

“Marina, does this really suit me?” You stare at your reflection, and Marina looks at you approvingly, her eyes taking in your stunning appearance. "Sì, my lady, it suits you perfectly," she assures you, "The dress brings out your features beautifully and fits your figure perfectly.”

“and the colour?”

"Oh, yes, the color is exquisite. It complements your skin tone perfectly. You look like a princess attending a royal ball.” and you smile shyly as you take your seat, “You flatter me too much, you know?”

Marina chuckles softly, moving behind you to work on your hair with practiced ease. "It's not flattery if it's the truth. You look truly radiant today." She begins to style your hair, weaving intricate braids and pinning them in place with delicate silver pins.

Though you can't even lie to yourself, you looked absolutely gorgeous, even when you felt a little down since you would be going alone, and you barely knew anyone.

Marina pauses in her work for a moment, her expression becoming sympathetic as she sensed your nervousness. “It's natural to feel that way. But I believe you will be fine. You are strong and independent." She resumes styling your hair, her fingers moving nimbly to create elegant curls.

You smile at her, looking at her from the mirror, “thank you.”

"It is my honor to serve you.” As she finishes your hair, she steps back to admire her work, a satisfied expression on her face. "You are ready, my lady.”

You are ready.

You are not ready.

Because why was everyone's eyes piercing bullets through you as you entered the main hall?

The whispers and murmurs start almost immediately, the guests clearly intrigued by your presence. However, you manage to keep your composure, straightening your back and walking forward with confidence, just like how Marina taught you.

Stay calm they won't eat you, you tell yourself, trying to maintain your composure under the weight of their gazes.

You were here to make friends, hopefully.

You scan the room, hoping that someone would approach you to engage in conversation. Yet nobody, not a single soul, seems to have the courage to do so. The guests continue their conversations and dances, seemingly ignoring your presence.

And so, you find yourself standing alone, sipping on a glass of champagne, feeling lost and slightly out of place.

Well this is boring. You could've stayed in with Kitty and Marina, but at least you get free food. They always taste better, right?

Everyone went silent all of a sudden, but you ignored it at first and continue taking sips of your drink.

But the silence becomes uncomfortable, just what happened to the party?

You turn around, your eyes widening immediately in surprise as you see Capitano walking towards you. Your heart seems to skip a beat as you watch him approach, his presence commanding attention and authority in the room. Capitano stops in front of you, you can't make up what his face must be like right now, but you think he has a stoic expression on his face as he takes in your appearance. His eyes roaming up and down your figure, seemingly appreciating the elegance of your dress.

“husband?” You blurt out, setting your glass aside to greet him.

"Wife," he says simply, acknowledging the fact that you have finally addressed him by that term.

The tension breaks when soft, elegant music begins to play, signaling the start of partner dances in the middle of the ballroom.

Capitano seems to realize this as he glances around at the couples already making their way to the dance floor. He then turns back to you, his expression unreadable as he silently contemplates the situation.

He can see the slight tension in your shoulders, the way your hand clutched at your dress.

"I suppose we should dance, wife.”

“you want to dance?”

"Yes," he responds. "It appears it's customary for couples at these events to dance together." He extends his hand in your direction, gesturing for you to take it. You take his hand, wrapping it gently around his gloved one. His fingers close around your hand, his grip gentle yet firm as he leads you towards the dance floor.

You notice the whispers and murmurs among the guests growing louder. But you chose to ignore them.

Capitano guides you to the center of the dance floor and positions himself opposite you, his hand settling onto your waist, and your hands on his shoulders.

"Do you know how to dance?" You whisper to him, making sure no one listens, and your eyes are on him.

"I may not engage in these social events often, but even I understand the basics of dance." His hand on your waist pulls you closer to him, you follow his lead.

Interesting.

He leads the dance with of assurance and grace, his movements fluid and confident. As you follow his lead and swirl together across the dance floor, your eyes meet his, and you find yourself unable to look away. The closeness between you makes it feel as if the rest of the world has faded away, leaving only the two of you dancing together.

You notice how he seems to turn his head slightly to look at others, mimicking their movements swiftly, it makes you smile to yourself.

His hand on your waist feels warm, almost burning even through the fabric of your dress. It's a strange sensation you've never felt when touching him, despite having already kissed (once) before.

”my dress,” you whisper amidst the graceful dance, “what do you think of it?”

You figured you always needed to give him a little push when initiating things.

His attention drift down to take in the sight of your dress once again. His gaze roams over the fabric, lingering on the way it clings to your figure, and how the color contrasts against your skin.

"It's... " he pauses, you're just wearing a dres, but he finds it difficult to describe what he feels, "Very pleasing to the eye.” he manages to continue.

"You look rather well tonight, as well.”

“Thank you, wife.”

The music suddenly shifts to a slower tempo, and Capitano instinctively adjusts his hold on you, pulling you slightly closer as he continues to dance with you.

You totally ignore how your face is almost pressed up against his chest.

As interesting as the party was, the worst part of was walking back to the estate. Why? Because the carriage decided to break down, or maybe the horses were sleepy, you don't know.

You're glad your husband is with you, or else you might've been sacrificed to the dogs at night, now even ants will fear this big guy.

But what's worse? Your damn heels are killing you. The sides of your pinky toes are already aching that you are sure it will cause nasty blisters by tomorrow.

"Perhaps next time you should wear more comfortable shoes." He stated bluntly, his deep voice betraying no pity for your situation. “but they look pretty, plus i feel elegant in them.” you stop at your tracks, looking up at him with a defeated expression.

"I'm well aware." he says dryly, "But at what cost? You're practically torturing yourself with those heels.”

He's half right, your point still stands. Beauty is pain. And now you'll have to sacrifice your beauty.

Bye bye heels. You slide them off your feet, bow having your poor feet to walk on these rocky grounds. You do feel a little better after, though.

“stay still.” He utters, and you're confused, until he takes your heels in one hand before you feel a shift of your weight off your feet, finding yourself being carried into his arms.

you wrapped your arms around his neck silently, your eyes glancing up at him as he continues walking like he you weigh nothing.

The air around you is peaceful. You feel safe with him, he's not like the scary man you hear from the others. Maybe to others he was, but to you? He was soft for you.

Your head leans on his chest where his heart rested, the beats of his heart makes you sleepy, but you refuse to sleep just like this, you want to spend every single second savouring this feeling.

Capitano carried you all the way to the estate, and through the dark corridors, making his way to your shared chambers.

The soft moonlight filtering through the windows was the only source of illumination, the atmosphere around you quiet.

He gently deposited you back on your feet, you're back home safely.

“thank you.” You whisper, your hands reaching to take the pins out of your hair to let it breath from the scruffy yet beautiful hairstyle, and Capitano starts taking off the heavy layers off him as well, with the helmet out.

You don't notice how one of your dress straps seem to fall off your shoulders, but he notices, and oh did that make something in him stir.

His steps closer from behind you, his hand reaching to put the strap back in place, but instead, he glances at the other strap.

It looked rather lonely being on your shoulder, his fingers delicately sliding the strap down which makes you ultimately still in your place.

Your entire body trembled slightly as Capitano's hands caressed your skin, tracing gentle paths across your shoulders and back down to the zipper on your side. “May i.. help you out of your dress?” His low, gruff voice, asking for permission to help you out of your dress, made your heart beat faster.

You could only nod in response, your voice silenced by a mixture of anticipation and desire. Capitano's touch was meticulous, his thumb and index delicately moving down the zipper with deliberate slowness, prolonging the tension.

Capitano lets out another low hum as he watches the dress slide down to your ankles, now leaving you only in your undergarments. His hands traced the contour of your body, his touch delicate yet possessive. His own breathing became ragged, the sight of you partially undressed igniting a fire in his eyes.

“Will you allow me to touch you?”

The question makes you turn your head, of course he can.

When you don't stop him from wrapping his arms around you, his chest pressed against your back, he takes it as a green light to continue.

His hand first brushed your hair out of the way, to allow his lips to come in contact with the nape of your neck, “you're so beautiful..." he whispered, his hot breath sending jolts of electricity through your core.

“I don't…” he hesitates, wanting to move his hands away, “i don't want to do anything you don't like.”

And your expression softens at his concern, you turn around to take his face into your hands, your thumbs caressing the apples of his cheeks and he nuzzles into your touch, wrapping a hand around your wrist before pressing a kiss to your palm. You further reassure him by littering his face with your lips, giving every empty space of his skin with at least one kiss.

“Allow me to experience this with you, and i shall take care of you till i take my very last breath.” he hoists you up easily into his arms, rough hand under your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist, he laid you down on the soft sheets, his body covering yours as he looked down at you.

“You occupy my every thought,” he starts, “that it feels sinful to even look at your way.” He leaned down, his lips capturing yours in a searing kiss as his hand continued its exploration, ripping your bra off to cup your breast, feeling your nipple harden under his touch. He rolled it between his fingers, pinching it gently as he deepened the kiss when you gasp, his tongue delving into your mouth, savouring your taste and angelic sounds.

He leaned down afterwards, his mouth latching onto your nipple, sucking it into his mouth and your hands find his ling strands instantly, tugging on them while being careful not to hurt him.

His fingers traced down to your hip, giving them a firm squeeze before ripping your panties off next, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit, feeling you writhe and tense up under him.

It felt like an unknown territory you've yet to explore.

Upon sensing your discomfort, he presses his lips to your eyelids, then to your neck, taking his time until you relaxed, until you started feeling good based off how you were bucking your hips now.

Oh how he wanted to take his time with you, but he was aching so bad that if he continues touching you he might just burst embarrassingly fast in his pants.

“Let me in, my wife.” He gently starts massaging your thighs as he parts them, making you feel more exposed than ever, but he distracts you by softly kissing you again and again while he's unbuckling his pants and pushing them down, revealing his throbbing thick, hard cock.

“Capitano—!” you try to squirm away when you feel his tip push into your tight hole, your lips parting from the way he stretched you open, but at the same time you felt relaxed with his soft whispers of ‘take your time’ and ‘you’re doing well, my wife.’

Your cunt soon takes in every inch, swallowing him whole until you were a panting mess, and you didn't even start.

Capitano then began to move, his thrusts slow and deep at first, letting you get used to his size, to how you feel, to how he feels as he makes love to you for the first time together.

You feel your heart up to your throat and ears, it felt incredible, something you've never felt before, your soft moans echoing in the air along with a few groans coming from him.

He shivered when he felt your fingertips trace the few scars littering his shoulders and back, his dick twitching almost instantly before his thrusts grew faster, more urgent.

His hand reached down, returning back to draw circles around the bundle of nerves, and he could feel your body tense, your walls clenching around his cock as he continued to rub your clit.

“come for your husband,” he breaths heavily next to your ear, and you come undone, your moans filling the room as he felt you milk his cock. He could feel his own release following after, his balls tightening before he slammed into you one last time, spilling thick ropes into your womb, until you were filled to the brim.

Your legs were shaking slightly around him, yet his warm embrace afterwards made you melt, eyelids heavy with him still being buried inside you.

—

You groggily woke up, still half in a dream-like state, the room bathed in shadows due to the closed curtains blocking out the morning sun.

As your senses slowly returned to reality, you heard a soft meow next to you, and sure enough, your little kitten had made itself comfortable in the middle of the bed. To your surprise, Capitano, who was still asleep beside you, didn't seem bothered in the slightest by the creature's presence.

“pst,” you whisper to your husband who only hummed in acknowledgment of your attention. “Can we go have a picnic this early morning? With our baby kitten of course.”

Tags: @sayastyx, @nastylilcvnt, @bigboygoose,

[febuwhump]

FEBUWHUMP 2025 PROMPT LIST

this year's prompts were chosen through an open suggestion poll (in which we received over 4,000 prompts) and a subsequent vote, where 5,019 votes were submitted. the top 28 make up the core prompts, and the febuwhump mod's favourites that remain have become the alternates. the first prompt in the 28, "vocal chords", was our number one prompt of the vote, with 1,625 total votes.

i am so insanely excited to see what you all create with these prompts, and i hope they're inspiring enough to trigger a whole month's worth of creativity for you!

as an extra added challenge, some creators will be undertaking another, smaller goal, of including apples in each of their prompt fills as an ode to the wildly popular prompt suggestion of "apples" that didn't make it through to the poll. this is totally optional, but is a good extra challenge if you'd like to take part in it!

if you have any questions, please check out the faq before sending an ask, or skim the blog's previously asked questions to see if your question has already been answered.

please note: notifying the blog of completionist status will happen through a google form released towards the end of febuwhump, and if you are interested in joining the febuwhmp discord server, the link will be available to do so for one week towards the end of january.

full write-up of prompts and rules under the cut:

FEBUWHUMP 2025 PROMPTS:

DAY 1: vocal chords

DAY 2: holding back tears

DAY 3: pinned down

DAY 4: hivemind

DAY 5: not trusting reality

DAY 6: forced to stay awake

DAY 7: alternate timeline self

DAY 8: bleeding out

DAY 9: necromancy

DAY 10: magic exhaustion

DAY 11: demonic possession

DAY 12: used as practice

DAY 13: “i don’t trust anyone else”

DAY 14: becoming the monster

DAY 15: icarus

DAY 16: eaten alive

DAY 17: power instability

DAY 18: living weapon

DAY 19: death wish

DAY 20: “i did good right?”

DAY 21: put on display

DAY 22: “grab the little one”

DAY 23: gunshot wound

DAY 24: forced to beg

DAY 25: bound and gagged

DAY 26: concealing an injury

DAY 27: post-victory collapse

DAY 28: recovery

ALTERNATE PROMPTS:

is there a specific day’s prompt you don’t want to fill? here are ten alternatives you can switch them out for!

ALT 1: major character death

ALT 2: blowtorch

ALT 3: pick who dies

ALT 4: body swap

ALT 5: die a hero

ALT 6: emergency surgery

ALT 7: body horror

ALT 8: on the run

ALT 9: in another life

ALT 10: feeding tube

RULES:

soft rules:

prompts should be answered in the form of whump

creators can produce any kind of media they want

you don't have to complete all the prompts to take part

you can use the prompts after the event ends

you can complete them in tandem with any other event

you can post to any platform you want, however this blog will only be sharing links and prompt fills posted to tumblr

if you want to be featured on the hall of fame, you must inform this blog by the 3rd of march that you have completed all of the days using the provided form

if you have questions, consult the faq before asking

hard rules:

to be a completionist, you must complete all 28 prompts, in order, in whatever medium you want, before the end of the event

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I cannot guarantee your work will be archived on the blog. a random selection of properly tagged works will be reblogged every day of february.