#NOT REALISING THEY'RE INJURED

[chaotic-orphan]

Whumptober No.6

Not realising they’re injured

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

This one is kind of inspired by the prompts but not about any one of them? It’s in the rules, ✨it’s allowed✨

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Hero didn’t stop until they were far enough away from Villain until they slowed and allowed themselves to catch their breath. They pressed their back flush against the brick wall, gasping out a hiss of pain as they grabbed the shaft of the arrow sticking out of their stomach, just above their hip.

Villain’s arrow was lodged inside and with every step Hero took it rubbed against their hip bone and sent jolts of pain ricocheting up their spine, every movement serving to further aggravate it. Hero released the shaft with a grunt, and went for the arrow in their shoulder first.

They bit their tongue to stop themselves from screaming as they snapped the fletchlings off the ends. Hero couldn’t help the whimper in the back of their throat at how painful even that slight movement was, but they couldn’t stop now.

Hero braced themselves and stepped away from the wall, huffing out a few laboured breaths before they pushed the arrow through their body. Hero stomped their foot, their neck muscles tense as they glared at the sky, letting out huffing breaths of pain and whining in the back of their throat until the arrow fell to the ground on the other side.

The wound started pooling blood but Hero tried their best to ignore it, staunching the bleeding with the wad of cloth bandages they kept on them at all times. It would have to do.

Hero side stepped to the corner of the alley, peaking out around the corner, expecting Villain to appear at the end of the Warehouses with their bow poised and ready, already aiming at Hero’s head, but… it was quiet. Silent.

Eerily so.

Hero glanced down at the leftover bandages, considering if they should even try to do anything with their hip but… no. They should wrap it tight and then continue out, looking for cover. They weren’t going to be able to fight Villain again like this, they were too crafty, too cunning and unpredictable, and unlike Hero, they could fight from the shadows and still devastate Hero with their arrows.

Hero wrapped the bandage around their hip, crossing and pulling it tight but not too tight, and tucking the end into a strip before they straightened again, scanning the warehouses across from them. If they could get between the next two warehouse, they would be home clean if they could make it to the street. Hero could lose themselves in the narrow streets instead of running through the wide open space, that only really gave Villain any advantage in the fight.

Hero waited, listened, and when they were satisfied they heard nothing, Hero stepped out of the alley. They had to be quick. They walked with strong steps, careful not to put too much pressure on their injured leg, even if every step no matter how light sent new volts of agony spiking through their body.

Halfway across.

Hero was doing good.

Then the warehouses turned, and Hero frowned and the ground rushed up to meet them. Hero shot their hands out and cried out when they took their weight on their bad shoulder, barely suppressing a scream.

What?! What happened? Did their leg go from under them? Hero pushed themselves up but the world spun again and they felt like they were going to get sick. The strength left them as they tried to push themselves up again but fell face down, and this time they did scream when the arrow lodged in their hip was pushed further inside them.

All energy had been zapped from them, the world dizzying, turning over itself and in and out of focus as Hero tried to blink. Had they lost too much blood? What was��

Loud, echoing footsteps sounded through the warehouse strip, deafening the closer they got to Hero. Hero saw them, Villain’s legs, their bow handing by their side.

“Hero, Hero, Hero,” Villain tsked, the words running together and echoing off Hero’s skull. Villain stopped beside Hero and crouched, slapping Hero’s cheek. Hero whined in reply. “Still with me, hmm?”

They could feel Villain’s eyes roam over them, but they couldn’t tell what they were thinking, what they were observing. Hero tried to speak but their tongue felt fat and heavy in their mouth so all they could do was whine.

A sharp slap to the shoulder and Hero cried out into the darkness, but they couldn’t move, they couldn’t struggle away. Thinking became too much of an effort and they had no idea what was happening to them. They flexed their fingers but only their pinky twitched in front of their face.

“Paralysis poison,” Villain supplied, as if reading Hero’s mind. Hero’s body suddenly ran cold with terror. Villain chuckled darkly. “Oh, don’t worry. I didn’t put it inside you, and it’s not permanent, no.”

Villain grabbed Hero’s shoulder and turned them onto their back none-too-gently. Hero could only glare up at them as best they could. Hoping they were threatening, bur probably not.

“See, Hero,” Villain said, walking their fingers down Hero’s neck to their shoulder and pressing in until Hero cried out. “I know all about your little habits, your frankly, unhealthy habits, because we’ve been fighting for so long. I know you take two sugar in tea with a dash of milk and you like the croissants on fifth for breakfast.”

If Hero could, they know their body would be trembling, but their body may as well have been stone with how still it was. Villain continued walking their fingers down from Hero’s shoulder to their hip. Hero let out a low whine of protest that sounded pathetic even to their ears.

Villain’s amused eyes met Hero’s terrified ones. They wanted to shake their head and beg Villain not to touch that wound. To their surprise, Villain didn’t touch the arrow, just prodded at the wound around it until Hero sang with screams of pain.

“And I know that you would rather disappear into the night, and live to fight another day when you’re bested, so I adapted. You probably didn’t notice in your pain, but I coated the shafts of the arrows with a paralysis poison that turns your muscles off for about an hour or two, long enough for me to hunt you and let the poison take effect.”

They dug their fingers into the wound until Hero was practically growling their screams were so guttural.

“Now, one arrow, sure, maybe you touch it, maybe you don’t, but two?” Villain whistled. “Two points of contact to deal with while running? I know you would rather have one weakness, so I coated them both and waited until you exposed yourself. And hey presto, here you are, and here I am.”

Villain leaned in closer to Hero’s face, smiling down at them with a cruelty creasing their eyes. “And this time, sweet Hero. There will be no running away. I’m taking you home with me.”

Villain laughed at Hero’s blank expression except for their wide, terrified eyes. “No? Okay, tell you what. If you object in the next five seconds, you can walk free. Is that fair? Ready? Five.”

Hero whined in the back of their throat, trying to make any other noise they could that would signal a protest because they couldn’t go home with Villain!

“Four.”

Nobody… Hero… what if they had more of the paralysis poison and just left Hero like this to do with as they pleased?

“Three.”

Hero tried to pant out sudden, sharp cries. Villain grinned wickedly down at them, running their gloved fingers over Hero’s cheek.

“So eager for me, Hero. Don’t worry, I’m eager two.”

Hero screamed and all that came out of their mouth was a whimper.

“One. No protest? Okay then. If you insist.” Villain slung their bow across their back, fastening it to the quiver before they scooped Hero up, one hand across their upper back resting on Hero’s injured shoulder to the shrieks of Hero, and the other under their knees. “Oh, I can’t wait until I get you home, Hero. You don’t know how many things I want to do to you.”

Hero screamed at their body to struggle, to wiggle free, to do anything, but the only part of themselves that Hero could move were their eyes that were fixed staring up at Villain as Villain carried them away. They glanced down at Hero, smiling with a terrifying glee.

“You really shouldn’t have been so predictable, Hero, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to catch you. And now that I have you…” Villain trailed off, stopping in front of a car. They clicked a button and the boot of the car raised. Fear shot through Hero as sudden as being dunked in an ice bath when Villain put Hero into the boot. Villain reached a hand down to stroke Hero’s cheek. “I am never letting you go.”

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Whumptober #6

Trope of the day: not realising they're injured

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Caretaker closes the door behind them, glad they're safe for the moment. They look at Whumpee who catches their breath, leaning against the wall. A small laugh escapes them, adrenaline still pumping through their body.

"How the hell did we get out of there?", they ask and look at Caretaker, sweat on their forehead. Their face is pale, but maybe it's just the cold light they're bathed in.

"We aren't out yet, kid. But we should take the breather and plan ahead," Caretaker mutters and looks around the room. Whumpee grunts a little and tries to open the windows, hoping they can escape through them.

"Fuck. They're locked," Whumpee spits and breathes out shakily. Something is wrong. Caretaker furrows their brows and takes a step closer, finally catching a glimpse of Whumpee's dark shirt.

It's wet.

Glistening. With something that isn't sweat.

Reaching out, they touch Whumpee's abdomen, hand coming back smeared with blood. Whumpee looks down at Caretaker's hand, they look each other in the eyes. "Oh," Whumpee says, their knees buckling under their weight a second later.

Caretaker catches them, helping them lie down on the floor. Neither thought they were hit once the shootout began. Neither realises until now.

[hy-whump-hei]

i'm away on a trip for this weekend so my whumptober posts may be a little bit delayed but trust i will be finishing whumptober!!!

NOT REALISING THEY'RE INJURED: Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms | Healed Wrong | "It's not my blood."

CW: Description of broken bones

A Hero Whumpee whose injuries from captivity/previous battles have healed wrong because they refuse to give themselves time to heal properly. Enter Whumper, a villain who immediately realises what's wrong with Whumpee, and begins to exploit their weaknesses on the battlefield.

"You've got to be kidding me." "Look, I know this is the fourth time this week I've bled through my clothes, but at least this time it's not only my blood!" "That doesn't make it any better!"

Broken bones that heal wrong and stay that way. A wrist that clicks funny whenever you move it a certain way. An ankle that naturally bends in an uncomfortable position. Knuckles that can't be cracked properly anymore because it hurts too much.

Once superpowered Whumpee finally ends a long battle with a villain, all they want to do is go home, strip off their bloodstained clothes, take a shower and go to bed. The stinging feeling in their side couldn't possibly mean anything, right?

i'm super duper tired but still on the grind ᕙ⁠(⁠⇀⁠‸⁠↼⁠‶⁠)⁠ᕗ see you tmr for day 7!!

[mrmustachious]

Wear Your Helmet

Safety is the best accessory. Don’t forget your helmet!

Day 6: Not Realising They're Injured

“Don’t crash it.” Mikel stared at him pointedly as he handed over his helmet. “My dad will kill me.”

“Relax, will you? I’m not gonna crash it.” Gordon fit the helmet over his head and secured the strap. He then zipped up the jacket that he had also borrowed from his friend.

Mikel rolled the BMX over to him, and Gordon swung a leg over the seat. He adjusted his grip on the handles and got the pedals into a comfortable position, ready to kick off.

“Have fun!” Jayden sent Gordon a wave as he held up his phone to take some more footage. He had just had his turn on the bike, and had come back gushing about how fast he went and how much fun he’d had going over the ramps.

Gordon sent a thumbs up to the camera as he knew his face couldn’t be seen behind the visor, and then he pushed off from the ground and began to pedal.

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[arianaofimladris]

Whumptober 2024

Fandom: Batman (Nolan's Dark Knight trilogy)

Prompts filled: No. 6 Not realising they're injured No. 8 Sleep deprivation No. 13 Team as a family No. 15 Childhood trauma No. 16 Wound cleaning No. 30 Hospital bed

Summary: Alfred gets shot, Batman is wounded and Bruce Wayne gets some help from a friend.

"Have you seen yourself in a mirror? Don't go after them like this.” He grabbed him by the shoulder and Bruce almost screamed. What in the name…?

White, hot pain flared the left side of his back and for a moment Bruce saw nothing. Now that he thought of it, he doubted he had a single spot of untouched skin from his collarbone, down his back and left shoulder blade - an unlucky result of an unlucky motor chase Batman had had in the morning, which at some point had him dragged behind a vehicle he had been trying to get on. 

“Hey, I mean it.” Jim didn’t take his hand off his shoulder and Bruce was hard pressed to stay still as not to aggravate whatever was wrong there. “Go home, get some sleep, or dammit, go back there and sit with him if you need to. Just don't do anything stupid." 

"I don't do stupid," Bruce hissed when he was more confident he wouldn’t just yelp.

"Usually," Jim agreed. Whatever showed on Bruce's face, it made the commissioner soften. "You know, I promised Mr Pennyworth to keep an eye on you if something like this ever happened."

The whole story is under the cut below, or on AO3

"You still here?"

Bruce startled at the familiar voice directly over his head. He didn't realise he had nodded off, but as he looked up, he barely managed to prevent a gasp escaping his lips. His neck had gone stiff and the moment he shifted, his back reminded him why sudden movements were a poor idea - a testimony to a really rough night Batman had had, followed by a shitty day Bruce Wayne was having.

He wasn't even supposed to be here anymore, in the soulless waiting room. Alfred was out of surgery and safe in the hands of Gotham's best doctors. They had told Bruce they were going to keep the butler sedated till the next morning, but they assured him they had removed the bullet and that Alfred was expected to make a full recovery. There was little for Bruce to do at the hospital and he had meant to leave, just needed to sit for a moment... And apparently take an unplanned nap.

The waiting room was empty now, save for Bruce himself and for Jim Gordon standing over him. He was surprised to see the commissioner still at the hospital, but perhaps the investigation took this long, or perhaps he had been waiting to be able to talk to the witnesses of the robbery. While Alfred was still out of it, most of the people caught in the shooting had come relatively unscratched.

"I was about to leave." Bruce ran his hand down his face in a vain attempt to push the sleepiness away, then rose carefully. "Alfred's safe and I need to..." he made a vague gesture, knowing Jim would understand. The day was slowly ending. It was time for Batman to deal with some unfinished business from the previous night. If he was lucky, he would do that quickly and then perhaps catch a few hours of sleep before the next morning.

The commissioner must have picked all of that. "Have you seen yourself in a mirror? Don't go after them like this.” He grabbed him by the shoulder and Bruce almost screamed. What in the name…?

White, hot pain flared the left side of his back and for a moment Bruce saw nothing. Now that he thought of it, he doubted he had a single spot of untouched skin from his collarbone, down his back and left shoulder blade - an unlucky result of an unlucky motor chase Batman had had in the morning, which at some point had him dragged behind a vehicle he had been trying to get on. 

“Hey, I mean it.” Jim didn’t take his hand off his shoulder and Bruce was hard pressed to stay still as not to aggravate whatever was wrong there. “Go home, get some sleep, or dammit, go back there and sit with him if you need to. Just don't do anything stupid." 

"I don't do stupid," Bruce hissed when he was more confident he wouldn’t just yelp.

"Usually," Jim agreed. Whatever showed on Bruce's face, it made the commissioner soften. "You know, I promised Mr Pennyworth to keep an eye on you if something like this ever happened."

"I don't need minding." With one swift movement, Bruce escaped the hand abusing his back, but the comment let a bit of warmth in for the first time this long day. Of course Alfred would have thought of making sure Bruce was safe and not alone when the butler himself would be unable to see to that. With Jim knowing the truth now, it was possible.

"No, but you look like you could use a friendly face and a lift."

"I have a car here."

"You might want to verify that," Gordon snorted. "Next time you don't want your car towed, don't leave it parked at the entrance." There was more amusement than reproach in Jim's voice, though Bruce was aware he would not have been this easily excused under any other circumstances. "I can give you a lift to the police parking, if you promise to go home later."

"Thanks." Bruce simply nodded and followed his older friend. Perhaps he should indeed go to the penthouse first and at least take a shower. Now that he started moving again, he could feel that his t-shirt – his black Batman t-shirt he hadn’t had time to take off – was glued to his back. Perhaps he should also grasp something decent to eat, something that wasn’t a snack from a vending machine or yet another horrible coffee.

Once they reached Jim’s car, Bruce sank on the passenger seat and leaned forwards, dreading to put any pressure on his back. He had been pushing the pain and discomfort aside for most of the day, his mind too occupied with Alfred having been shot and undergoing a surgery, but now that he knew the butler was not in danger, the past thirty hours were finally catching up on him.

"Alright." Jim shut the doors and turned the engine on. Bruce glanced to the left and saw that the commissioner looking at him with visible concern, now that they were alone. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know," Bruce shrugged and winced. "Didn't have time to check, but I don't think it's anything serious. Just... Long day," he tried his usual easy smile, but the way Jim just glared at him told him it didn't really work. "Really, it's fine. Just drop me off and I will go home." He would be alright. Had anything been broken, he would have known by now. There was something definitely wrong with his left shoulder, likely a torn muscle or rotator from when he was dragged before he managed to pull himself on the motor. This, he could live with. Taping the abused muscles was probably going to be a challenge without Alfred’s help, but that was something Bruce preferred to deal once he was back in the penthouse.

"And see to whatever's on your back on your own? I don't think so." Jim commented when Bruce couldn't completely hide a pained hiss as he carefully leaned back to fasten the seatbelt. “We’ll go my place first and get you sorted.”

“Alright.”

They couldn’t risk talking freely in a police car, so the ride was filled first with awkward silence, then with Jim making vague comments about his day’s work – something a police commissioner could share with the local billionaire that was becoming his friend. Bruce didn’t really mind. They could probably talk about the details later, preferably with a strong coffee at hand.

The flat was empty. As Jim explained when they went in, his wife and daughter were visiting Barbara’s parents and Jimmy was still with his friend a few blocks away. Bruce took off his jacket and dark blue jumper in the cramped hallway, but when he tried to tug at his t-shirt, he couldn’t help but hiss.

"It's stuck," Bruce muttered at Jim's inquiring glance. He hated the idea of ripping open whatever abrasions he had there. "I should probably wet it first." He probed the fabric and winced. Something was definitely bleeding or oozing.

"The bathroom's down the hall, to the left," Jim offered and before Bruce could really object, he was given a dark grey towel. "I will try to find you something to wear. I'm afraid most of my clothes won't fit you, but I should have a loose t-shirt somewhere."

This wasn't like most of the situations when he had to interact with the Commissioner, either as Batman or as Bruce Wayne in public. They were usually business partners one way or the other, and rarely just friends.

"Jim." Bruce paused with a towel hanging awkwardly in his hands. Alfred was the only person who cared for him like that. "You don't need to do this."

"Yes, I do." Came the obvious reply. "Feel free to take a shower and let me know when you need help. I bet you want some coffee, God knows I do."

On rate occasions, usually when Bruce was dead on his feet, Alfred could make him feel like a boy. Somehow Gordon managed the same. Tired as he was, Bruce decided there was little point in arguing against what was a sound suggestion. He went to the bathroom like he was told, trying not to feel like he was invading someone's privacy.

Even under a steady stream of water, taking off his t-shirt proved to be an unpleasant process of tearing half dried abrasions open again. It didn't help that he couldn’t lift his left elbow above the shoulder level and that the black shirt he normally wore under Batman suit was a fitting one. Gritting his teeth, Bruce pulled the shirt over his head. He kept the showering short, aware that had he allowed himself to sit down there, he would have likely fallen asleep and probably caused alarm.

Once he got out and dried himself, grateful that the towel was dark, one look in the mirror made him abandon any hopes for taping his abused muscles. His shoulder blade and his back below was an angry mess of widespread oozing abrasions and bruises that were already turning dark purple, leaving hardly any space for tapes. Jim was right. There was no way he could dress it on his own.

"You alright there?" As if called, Jim tapped from the other side.

"Yeah." Bruce opened the door.

Gordon came in with a wooden kitchen stool and motioned his guest to sit. Bruce obeyed, glad that he wasn’t forced to do any twisting acrobatics in order to reach the wounds. He stayed still as Jim cleaned his back, trying not to hiss and flinch at the pressure.

“Almost done,” Gordon promised and Bruce didn’t miss the parental tone in his voice. “Can you hold the gauze? I’m out of plaster.”

“Sure.”

"Daddy? Is Batman here?"

Bruce froze at the question asked in a childish voice, his right hand pressing awkwardly the gauze over his left shoulder. He turned and saw Gordon's son standing in the hall, in a dark green hoodie still on and with a backpack on one shoulder.

Jim recovered first. "No, Jimmy. It's just Mr Wayne." 

"Oh." The boy looked perplexed for a moment, as if seeing Batman in his bathroom would have been less surprising. “Good evening.”

“Hello.” Bruce relaxed and decided some explanation was in order. "I… Well, I had a motor accident this morning, but then I was told my... Someone very close to me was taken to hospital, so I didn't get this cleaned. Your dad was kind to help me out,” he said, glad that he didn't exactly have to lie to the boy.

"Falling from a bike sucks," the boy nodded in understanding, then glanced at what he could still see of Bruce's back and winced. "Did you wear a helmet?" The stern look he gave him made Bruce chuckle.

"Yes, I did.”

“Ah, blast it,” Gordon shut the cupboard under the sink. “Jimmy, do you know where mum put band aids? I need more.”

“I have some!” The boy dropped his backpack and retrieved a Halloween themed package from a side pocket.

"Thanks, but these are too small. I need a roll."

"Not for this one," Jimmy pointed at a wound over Bruce’s elbow and handed him the biggest band aid with a toothy pumpkin and a grinning bat.

In the end Gordon secured the last gauze with a mix of regular and Halloween band aids, since the roll was nowhere to be found. Bruce struggled to put on a loose t-shirt Jim offered him and glanced in the mirror. He ended up having not one, but two bat band aids visible, one on his elbow and the other a little above it, because Jimmy claimed they were the best and the whole situation was too absurd for Bruce to argue.

“Dad, can we make supper now? I’m hungry.” Jimmy slipped back to the bathroom to wash his hands.

“Sure.”

“I have a restaurant nearby,” Bruce joined in. Now that the boy mentioned food, his own stomach reminded him he hadn’t had a normal meal since last evening. “If I order, they should deliver in about 25 minutes. They make the best pasta.”

Jimmy stared at him again. “So you can be like, erm, a normal guy,” the boy deadpanned and Bruce couldn’t help but laugh both at the comment and at Gordon’s exasperated expression.

“Sometimes, but that’s a secret.”

***

Much to his embarrassment, Bruce had fallen asleep on Gordon's sofa after they had eaten and he got some painkillers. Jimmy had been determined to show him something and Bruce complied. He had meant to call a taxi and go home, but somehow ended up dropping dead to the living world. He woke up around seven when Jimmy was already preparing for school and Jim renewed his offer to drop Bruce to the police parking. 

Bruce didn't argue. A night's sleep improved his comprehension, but sleeping on a coach did nothing good to his injuries. He had gone overnight from stiff and sore to barely able to move and his left shoulder was basically out of any use, as he learned the hard way when he put on his jumper and jacket.

Once he paid the fine and got his car back, Bruce went to the penthouse to at least attempt to make himself presentable, then packed a bag for Alfred and headed to the hospital. He was told the butler had woken up in the early morning, that he had been lucid and aware of his current condition and that he was now simply resting. Since no one forbade him to sit in Alfred's room, Bruce moved a plastic chair to the wall where he could sit and lean a bit on his good side.

Bruce rarely saw it, or rarely allowed himself to acknowledge it, but lying like this in a hospital bed, with monitoring machines still attached to him, Alfred looked fragile and old. In a way, this was a fear Bruce had yet to face and now that he was, he found himself struggling. Only now did he realise how much he had needed a friendly face and a hilarious at times distraction the previous evening. He would have to thank Jim again later.

Re-watching his parents die in a dream was a regular recurrence, but it was something that had already happened, a childhood wound that kept reminding of itself, but one that was like an old familiar ache. There was nothing Bruce could do about it except trying to improve the situation in Gotham, something he was still trying as Batman. However, the possibility of Alfred ever sharing the fate of Bruce's parents was another matter entirely. It could happen, considering the place they lived in. It almost did happen and for all his trying, Bruce – Batman – had not been able to prevent the attack. Alfred just happened to be in a wrong place at a wrong time, he was a random victim to yet another group of criminals trying to get some easy money from robbery.

Bruce drew a longer breath, trying to steady his racing heart. He thought he had his fears controlled, and yet, this time he seemed as lost as he had been in his worst years. He focused on the steady beeping of the machines. Alfred was right there, on his way to recovery. He wasn't-

"I don't usually see you awake at this hour, sir."

The comment came out soft and raspy, but as Bruce looked up, he saw the butler watching him fully awake.

"Morning, Alfred." He found himself grinning and breathing become a little easier. "Barely awake," he muttered with exasperation, unconsciously slipping right into their usual pattern. 

"I recon."

"Wait, take it easy, please." Bruce moved to adjust Alfred's bed to a more sitting position since the butler was trying to sit up. "How do you feel?"

The butler paused for a moment. "Alright, considering." He didn’t try to move again. "But I think I missed something, master Wayne." There was some mirth in Alfred's voice and a hint of smile, but his eyes were clearly scanning Bruce for what he could not see under the clothing.

Bruce glanced down and realised Alfred was looking at the band aids with bats he still had on his arm. The hospital room was warm and he had taken off his jumper.

"Ah." he chuckled. "That. A little motor accident last morning. Don't worry, Jim Gordon helped me sort it out." He didn't intend to mention how poorly he was feeling at the moment. He was only functioning, if barely, thanks to the strongest painkillers he found at the penthouse, ones that still allowed him to drive a car afterwards. But Alfred had been shot, so Bruce wasn’t going to let him worry right now. “His son helped.”

"Very accurate. I think you should buy more of these while there’s still season, sir,” Alfred suggested lightly, but he didn’t look entirely convinced by Bruce’s dismissal. "I'm afraid you will have to manage the house and the rest without me for a bit. I doubt they will just let me go home today.” 

“Not in a week at least, I asked,” Bruce replied. He didn’t want Alfred out of full hospital care until they were sure it was safe for him to leave.

“Then you will have to deal with the window cleaning service, master Wayne.” Alfred looked mildly terrified, as if the idea was offensive. “They’re scheduled for Friday, you’ll find the details in my planer.”

“I’ll tell Ann to reschedule that. I'm sure we can survive without window cleaning for the next month,” Bruce shrugged him off. That wasn’t something he wished to deal with now.

Alfred didn’t seem at all amused. “I’m sure we can’t, sir”.

“Alright, alright.”

Their conversation was interrupted by a nurse. She was about to help Alfred with hygiene, so Bruce was asked to leave. Since the butler was likely to go back to sleep soon anyway, Bruce decided to check on the Wayne Enterprises and come back during meal time, in case Alfred needed some assistance. He was also going to see his physiotherapist and sell her the same motor accident excuse to have her help him with redressing his wounds for the next few days.

Perhaps he was even going to deal with that window cleaning service.

[6kate1bishop6]

As much as she wished to give as good as she got, Allison knew this match was too important to risk getting carded. When the whistle blew and she gained possession of the ball, she didn’t fight back when the other dealer shoved her to the floor.

It reminded her of her childhood in the worst way possible. Hits that kept coming and a passive smile plastered over her face. Allison found herself counting down the minutes until the end of the match.

The only saving grace was watching her strikers play.

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the foxes play the bearcats, a team determined to eliminate a player through any means necessary

whumptober day 6: not realising they're injured | unhealthy coping mechanisms | healed wrong | "it's not my blood"

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Guilt & Revenge: Not Realising They're Injured

Whumptober, Day 6: Not Realising They're Injured

Guilt & Revenge Masterlist

Yay more caretaking!! Noah-Elise my BAByy. As always, hope ya'll enjoy, please lmk to be added to the taglist!

TWs: previous captivity/torture that caused medical issues, blood, hyperventilation, crying, dissasociation and mentions of scars, knives and yelling

Amber was making dinner. It was a nice routine they’d settled in, by now.

He’d been home for.. a few months. After about a month, when he’d started to feel a little more human, Noah-Elise had dropped a bit of a bombshell. She was engaged, and lived with her fianceé… who was currently at her parents’ to give them some space, and was it okay if she came back?

Somewhere, he’d felt a flicker of pride and happiness for his best friend, getting engaged. It was almost completely drowned out by the sadness of having missed so much of everyone’s lives, and terror at the idea of a person he didn’t know coming to live with them. Just being around people, even if it was Noah-Elise, terrified him.

He held the boiler under the tap to fill it with water, then turned it on. Ravonna was… okay, actually. She was kind, and respectful, and calm. It was a little unsettling in a way. She still terrified him. She seemed to be aware of that though, and often stayed out all day to give him space, which he appreciated.

So that was their little routine. Noah-Elise would go to her part-time jobs, Ravonna would go out for jogs or dance classes or swimming competitions, and Amber would just do chores around the apartment, or sit unbothered on his own. It was peaceful for him, and he didn’t have to be terrified of the next torture session. He wasn’t even in pain anymore, all of his wounds had healed. The scars wouldn’t go away any time soon, but he mostly wore long sleeves and stuff, so only the one on his cheek was visible most of the time, or some of the ones around his neck depending on the shirt. He glanced at the clock and frowned. 

Noah-Elise would be home any minute, dinner wouldn’t be ready yet. He should’ve started earlier. He sighed, grabbing a cutting board. 

Using the knives for cooking had scared him a bit at first, because they were very large and very sharp, but they looked nothing like the knives on the boat so… 

He still had some issue being on dry land, even after months. He hadn’t told anyone he was kept on a boat though, so he hadn’t brought it up. The feeling of the floor rocking didn’t make him nauseous anymore like it had in the beginning, but it was deeply disturbing to him.

And inconvenient.

He was content with his new little life, even if he was still terrified a lot, and got nightmares, and… well, it didn’t matter. He was getting better, he was happy here. 

Amber heard a key in the door, and turned to greet Noah-Elise. The greeting died in his throat when he saw her expression. She looked stressed, kind of shocked. Very alarmed.

Which, in turn, was alarming to him. He shuffled nervously.

“Amber! What happened!”, she yelled, making him flinch. 

“What- what’s wrong?”, he stammered, lowering his head- and then he caught a glimpse of red that made his vision swim.

Noah-Elise marched over, dropping her backpack on the floor. She reached for him, and he flinched away, but she grabbed his hand. Vaguely, he could feel her turn his hand around, hear her talk to him, see the blood all over his hand and clothes. He couldn’t think, his mind was racing, he was frozen, he was breathing too fast. Finally, his mind caught onto one thing- the blood that was not only on his clothes, but also the counters and the floor and the FOOD and the, and, and.. 

“I’m s- sorry, I’m sorry, I-I-I-” It was incredibly difficult, trying to apologize through his elevated breaths and the tears streaming over his face and the stubborn fog in his mind… he wasn’t sure if the words were really reaching his mouth.

“Hey, look at me, Amber..” Oh, he could hear Noah-Elise again. Instantly, he shut his mouth, and looked up at her. “Can you breathe with me?”

He shook his head, but tried anyway, and it.. kind of worked.

“Do you know what happened?”

He shook his head.

“You cut your thumb, Am. Pretty deep. I put bandages on it, see?”

He looked over. Oh. He wouldn’t’ve thought enough time passed for her to do that but.. apparently he’d been more dissociated than he thought. Fuck. 

“You’re- you’re not mad?” He needed the confirmation. She wasn’t acting mad but..

“I promise I’m not mad, Am. You have nothing to be sorry for. How about you go lie down, and I’ll tidy up and make us dinner, huh?”

He wanted to protest and apologize and say he should tidy up after himself.

Numbly, he nodded, and went to lie down in his bed. A little later, Noah-Elise came over, talking gently. 

“How you doing, bestie?”

“Little overwhelmed but… better. Thank you.” He smiled, breathing deeply and calmly.

“Okay, that’s good. Ravonna got home, I don’t think you noticed. She’s making dinner, it’ll be done soon. I cleaned up the blood, will you be okay to go back to the kitchen?”

Amber shook his head before he even thought about it. 

“Okay, no worries, you can eat in here. We’ll give you some space.” She shot him a reassuring smile before getting up to leave.

“Wait!”, came out of his mouth before he thought about it.

“What?”

“I’m just… thank you. I love you.” 

He was so so grateful to her. He was lucky to be her friend, always had been.

She smiled at him, soft and proud. “I’m just glad to have you back. I missed you, Am.”

He nodded, even though she couldn’t see it. He’d missed her too.

[queernoob]

Whumptober 2024 - Day 18!

Prompts: "hallucinations", "not realising they're injured", "blow to the head", "nowhere else to go", "revenge"

"Teelo reached out to gingerly run their fingers through Amai’s thick curls. He didn’t so much as stir, deeply asleep as he was. He was as perfect as they remembered. Being with him was as perfect as they remembered. But him coming back into their life had changed things, they knew that. They could feel it even as they lie there, staring at his sleeping face. He had changed them, he had changed everything..."

Sixth fic for Whumptober is the long-overdue final chapter of my prequel fic A Fall Too Far! Massive spoilers for the rest of the fic, obviously, recommend reading from the start. Please observe the tags carefully for CW's.

[whysamwhy123]

If something could go right for Ricky in AEW any time soon, that'd be great 😥

[whumptober]

WHUMPTOBER 2024: PROMPTS LIST

Welcome to Whumptober 2024 — Seventh Time's a Charm!

Please make sure to read the Event Info and FAQ below carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.

This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.

This year's playlist can be found here.

The 'Anatomy of a Whumptober Prompt' post can be found here.

And our 'Resources for Writing Sensitive Topics' post is here.

We’re very excited to see the community come together for another year of Whumptober! Go wild with the prompts, and support your fellow creators - we wish you all the fun!

Best of luck and happy whumping,

Mods Vanne, Yenn, Kitty and Surro

(Text versions of the prompts, as well as event information, rules and FAQ are posted below the cut!)

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!

[loriache]

"I've been waiting for ages for somebody to unmask them."

This moment tends to elicit negative reactions in a first read through, and I've got some opinions about why where Kabru is coming from here actually makes a lot of logical sense. So I thought I'd elaborate on that.

I think people hear this and go, "He thinks they must be hiding something because they gave money to someone? What a cynic." Or "he dislikes them because they did charity?? What's wrong with this guy!". And obviously, a lot, a lot is wrong with him. But I think this makes more sense than it seems at first glance! What people evaluating this judgement miss is why Kabru is paying attention to Laios and co to begin with.

Kabru knows of the Touden siblings because (he's a little bit of a stalker-) he is keeping an eye on all the relevant parties in events developing on the island, in order to be able to guide them to his preferred outcome. This includes adventurers because they are the ones actually exploring the dungeon! He's well aware that something as minor as internal tensions between party members could be key to the historical events that are developing. (He would love the assassination of Archduke Franz Ferdinand.)

His desired outcome is that whatever the rewards are of breaking the dungeon's curse, whether that's kingship or the ancient elven secrets of dungeons, are claimed by:

A) a short lived person

B) Someone who will be a good, effective leader and/or use those secrets and the power they carry wisely, with foresight, and to establish a political bloc for short lived people.

The person he can best trust to do this is, of course, himself. But due to his PTSD regarding dungeons and monsters, he's not able to develop the necessary skills to conquer the dungeon. Once he realises this, he starts looking for someone else who he can support to that end.

But most of the adventurers don't have any intentions of conquering the dungeon, don't have the skills, or are unsuitable in other ways. In fact, it seems like some potentially suitable people are the Toudens. There are a lot of good rumours about them going around - they actually seem to have a very positive reputation! That's what Kabru means when he says "unmask".

So when Kabru is observing something like them giving money to an old comrade from their gold-peeling days, he doesn't consider it a problem because "they're giving money to this person who doesn't actually need it" or because they must have some dark secret if they act superficially nice. I think he actually understands this situation and what it implies about Laios (in particular) perfectly well.

Laios and Falin gave money to an old comrade who got injured and couldn't work. That person then healed up but kept taking their money. Then he used the money to start smuggling illicit goods to the island.

The key is that for Kabru, the problem here is the same as with the corpse retrievers - people using the dungeon's resources to fuel dangerous, selfish, or violent pursuits cause problems for the island, attract more criminals and people with motives other than breaking the curse, and increase the chances of the whole situation ending in tragedy.

Kabru is willing to work with the Shadow Lord of the island if it gets him to his goal - he isn't scrupulous - but the criminal element of the island increasing is something he sees as a major issue.

Also, when you're evaluating someone as a candidate for power, riches, secrets, potentially kingship - then being curious about how the money you give to people is going to be used is kind of a relevant trait!

Interpersonally, Kabru's actually very easygoing - I mean, Mickbell isn't exactly an upstanding guy, is he! But Kabru likes him and they get along well. These traits wouldn't be a problem at all in a friend, or a comrade, or someone Kabru was confident he could use. But he can't get a handle on Laios, and Laios is someone who has the potential to be a major player!

On Laios' end, this is the same as with the marriage seeker who joined their party. She kept asking for things and he gave them to her, because he tries to be nice to others. He even gives her money! It's the exact same thing.

That's fine, but it became a problem because he basically wasn't interested in her motives, didn't notice she was trying to manipulate him, and it also didn't occur to him that the other party members would notice or be affected. We can assume the situation with the gold peeler is the same. When Kabru says that "It's not that they're bad people, they just aren't interested in humans," he isn't wrong.

The extent to which this is true of Laios is linked to his autism imo, (because it isn't just disinterest - he genuinely isn't able to notice nonverbal cues that people are lying to him or have ulterior motives) but to a greater or lesser extent I think it's a very common trait. Most people aren't actually that interested in other people who aren't close to them. Kabru is the weird one here. It isn't an issue except as a leader - which is why we see an immediate comparison to the Island's Lord, because that's how Kabru is evaluating them.

And disinterest in/lack of ability with people to the extent Laios exhibits it, it does, actually, make him a worse leader... it's just that as we see in the story, people can help him out. The rest of the party tell him the marriage seeker is taking advantage of him so he tells her he can't give her special treatment anymore. They're pissed and it's a crisis point - he couldn't have recovered their trust without Marcille and Falin - but that's exactly the point. With Marcille and Falin, he was able to recover their trust.

And he has other good traits that make up for it, such as his intelligence, strategic knowledge, open-mindedness and sense of fairplay.

Kabru doesn't disqualify Laios as a candidate based on what he sees about him from afar, though - he still tries very hard to get close to him, obviously hoping that if he manages he can steer Laios to defeat the dungeon and make up for his lack of people-skills in the aftermath. (Which... he does eventually achieve that goal!) He completely fails until the events of the story, so... definitely I think "They just aren't interested in humans" could also partially be a stung reaction to Laios' complete disinterest in him.

Anyway, that's my read on what exactly Kabru's "issue" with Laios is. Obviously, once he does find out what Laios' true nature is like - about his love for monsters - he develops an entirely new set of fears about Laios' priorities. But since Laios kept that a secret until the start of the story, he has no idea of that yet.

Given all that, I think it's interesting that he says that he doesn't think that the Toudens are suitable to defeat the dungeon, and that he's hoping they'll turn out to be the thieves. As some of his few potential candidates, people who he thinks may play a big role in the island's future, you'd think he'd hope they would be good people!

I suppose it's better, in his eyes, because it means that he's involved in something "interesting". They haven't just had their stuff stolen by regular criminals (boring, puts them further away from his goal) - they've been caught up in the beginning stages of "a historic event". The desperate and dwindling group forgetting morals in their quest to retrieve their lost comrade probably appeals to his sense of melodrama. Because he also just... loves drama.

Despite it being "uglier than anything he was expecting", he still pursues Laios as the person he wants to conquer the dungeon pretty much as soon as it becomes clear that he won't be able to do it himself and they are out of time. That's because... well, to be fair, there aren't any other options. And he fits standard A: he's short-lived!

and Kabru still hopes he can fit standard B, too, and be persuaded to use the power he wins for good. No matter how many nightmares he has about Laios, or whether he thinks about killing him. He doubts him, but ultimately he puts his faith in him and seems happy after the manga's ending that he made the right decision.

[verekatt]

Danny Al Ghul... but differently

Instead of the classic Demon Twins, what if Maddie Fenton was an Al Ghul? Talia's older sister, maybe.

She's trained in martial arts, which could come from the League. She has pretty loose morals, dedicating her cause (science) above anything else. And her work is focused around the scientific study of ectoplasm (or Lazarus Water).

In this AU, I imagine Maddie was exiled from the League for trying to study Lazarus Water. Ra's views the water as holy (I love the idea he made a magical deal to get it), and so the idea of using it for anything but its intended purpose is sacrilegious. She's cast out, but on her way she steals some samples, which is the basis for the Fenton's research before the portal is opened.

She used the word ectoplasm to disguise what she's really researching to hide from Ra's, because he would definitely kill her if he realised she continued her research after leaving. She connects ghosts to ectoplasm because she's heard stories about Pit Demons. This is also where the assumption that ghosts are non-sentient and harmful comes from; Pit Demons are fueled only by Pit Rage. (In reality, Lazarus Pits are just corrupted and diseased, and the ghosts coming through are only mindless for as long as it takes them to overcome the illness.)

She never dates Vlad because he's too much like Ra's, with his pride and wealth and schemes. Instead, she marries Jack, a man smart enough to be useful and devoted enough to follow her lead unquestioningly. She mimics Jack's mannerisms, mirrors his own affection back to him, and learns to fit in by attaching herself to him. She learns the value of being underestimated, of being dismissed as the town kooks.

When Danny is revealed as a halfa, she uses these assumptions. She tells him she needs time to think and adjust, and she gears up to catch him. She loves him, sure, but the scientific opportunity she's been given is too valuable to give up for sentiment's sake. Jack's more apprehensive, but she's been manipulating him for decades, and she tells him Phantom killed their son. Jack is enraged, and now on board to catch Danny. They succeed, and every time Danny screams and begs and Jack wavers, Maddie talks him back into it.

Eventually though, Danny gets through to Jack. The Fentons heard about a ghost attack in town, and Maddie left to hunt, leaving Jack alone with Danny. They talk, and Jack finally realises he's in the wrong. He releases Danny and tells him to run, knowing he can't, physically or emotionally, stop Maddie. Danny runs, and ends up homeless and injured in Gotham.

Jack, meanwhile, goes to Sam, Tucker and Jazz, to explain, apologise, and figure out how to help Danny and make amends. They're angry and suspicious at first, but eventually agree to work together, for Danny's sake. Jack is learning a lot about what ghosts are really like, and it's blowing his mind how wrong he was about them.

Danny, meanwhile, gets noticed by the Bats, and they see his Al Ghul resemblance. With his black hair and blue eyes, they assume he's another blood son of Bruce's, and scramble to catch/adopt him. This is largely unsuccessful, because the Bats are government affiliated, the Waynes are rich fruitloops, and Danny is very good at not getting caught. They're also busy trying to figure out if he's a threat, and trying to get a DNA sample to prove their assumptions. They track down his hideout just in time to see Maddie recapture him, and they realise Danny was never the LoA assassin threat they were worried about, Maddie is.

Before they get enough information to launch a rescue mission, they get flagged down by Jack, Jazz, Sam and Tucker. The Amity Parker's information on ghosts and ghost tech is invaluable, and when they point out the Anti-Ecto Acts, the Bats riot (internally). The rescue goes ahead flawlessly thanks to their combined knowledge.

Now, however, there's the issue of Danny's custody. Regardless of guilt, Jack had a hand in his torture, and might face jail time for it. Danny might like the Bats a bit more now, but his trust issues won't let him move in with strangers. The Waynes are even worse, his billionaire trauma removes them as an option, especially with how they were stalking him before. Maybe he gets an apartment with Jazz? But I can't imagine the Bats being ok with leaving two traumatised teenagers alone after all that, especially while they're still working on getting the Anti-Ecto Acts removed.

Regardless of where Danny ends up, he's going to get stalked by the Bats. It's their love language. Regardless of good intentions, Danny is not feeling the love. He's feeling very cornered and threatened. He knows they've seen he's not human, and now they're intruding on his half-life, waiting for him to become a threat so they can take him down. Danny tells his friends and family, and together, they run.

This could go a few ways from here. Maybe they bounce from city to city, dodging heroes who heard about the family from the Bats and are just trying to help. Maybe they get caught by the GIW in a final push as the laws are being overturned. Maybe they run to the Infinite Realms, and are only found again years later when Danny summoned as the High King of the Dead. Or all of these could happen.

[shysuccubusstuff]

homicipher! men making it fit pt. 2:

Characters: Mr. Hood + Mr. Gap

Content: Size Difference + non-human anatomy + Foreplay + Female anatomy ; Somnophilia + Cunnilungus + Dubcon/Noncon + Female Anatomy + Dacryphilia

Note: Did you all read the tweet of the creator of Homicipher? I'm so sad about it, but I completely understand their decision, sometimes people get way too aggresive with their demands to creators :( I hope they're able to rest and recover. Also, sorry if my last content isn't as great, university is sucking me dry.

Note 2: I finally ended with uni for some time, sadly my brain was left dry.... Sorry if it's a bit slow!!

Mr. Hood:

Mr. Hood, who doesn't seem particularly interested in you at first. After all, his main goal has always been keeping you safe from any harm that comes around, not becoming attached to you, that is of course, until he finds you in the middle of the room, your body now much smaller than before.

Mr. Hood, who is unable to look away when you ask him to help you. Your eyes get locked on him, fluttering your eyelashes so prettily as you beg him to help you. So he does, easily lifting you up from the ground and easily carrying you with one of his arms wrapped around you.

Mr. Hood, who starts to find himself watching you a bit too much. It starts with small glances, telling himself that he's just making sure you're safe and sound. But this small interactions soon turn into physical contact, ranging from unaware rubs to even hugging, an action that was quite new for him.

Mr Hood, who starts to constantly worry about you, feeling anxious the moment he lets you out of his sight, his grip firmly wrapped around you even as he lets you speak with some of the other (more) non-violent ghosts around there.

Mr. Hood, who decides to leave you with them, slightly scared uncomfortable with those strange feelings that have been bubbling inside himself.

Mr. Hood, who goes back to you soon after leaving you, his heart thumping in his chest as the fear of you getting in danger rised.

Mr. Hood, who finds you injured under the boulders, rushing towards you and lifting the boulders with ease. Despite you are unable to see his face, you can clearly tell that he is worried to death, swiftly taking you in his arms and taking you to where the two of you said goodbye to each other. In contrast with last time, Mr. Hood stays there, sitting close to you and taking your hand until you are finally healed. Not like it mattered to him, as he started to carry you around unless it was dangerous.

Mr. Hood, who starts to fall for your little tricks, letting you run your hands all over his clothed body, even allowing you to snuggle against his chest while both of you laid down to rest a bit. These small portrayals of affection quickly leveled up, with him and you sleeping in the same bed and even letting you lay on top of him as he caressed your hair with his big hands.

Mr. Hood, who soon realises your intentions. It was quite obvious since the start, but his suspicions were confirmed when he noticed how you moved your butt against his groin while you pretended to be asleep. Of course, this little teasing game didn't stop, even as he tried the most subtle ways of avoiding your little tactics. If that was what you truly wanted, he would give it to you.

Finally, one night Mr. Hood stopped you, his hands gripping your waist as he stopped your indecent movements. "Can't sleep?" Despite his lack of face, you were perfectly able to tell that he was looking at you with a slightly concerned face.

"Can't." Suddenly, you were on top of him, his hands still secured on your hips, his gaze completely focused on you.

"I want help you." You looked at him with a mixture of confussion and excitement, which was easily caught on by Mr. Hood, his hands now going up tummy, the cold sending chills through your whole body, just as you had done a few times before.

"You... want me?" He nodded, his hands still making their way towards your upper body.

"Want you, you like me?" Mr. Hood stopped for a second, his hands massaging your soft body as he waited patiently for your consent.

"Like you, I like you." You slowly moved your head up and down, making sure to not break the visual contact with him.

"Good, me help you." Without saying much else, Mr. Hood lifted you up from the bed, allowing you to get on top of his lap, his hands steading on your hips as he started to grind himself against your bare pussy, his lips parting as soft moans left his mouth. At the same time, one of his hands pulled you closer to him, allowing his long tongue to enter your mouth, intertwining it with your own. Slowly warming you up as he kept grinding his clothed length against you.

He kept doing this until your slick had left a small stain on his robe, finally deciding to take your clothes off, helping you to get rid of your stained raincoat. Soon, his hands were massaging your breasts, his fingertips sometimes squeezing and pinching your nipples as he kept kissing your needy mouth. Despite the mood within the small room was just right, Mr. Hood kept on moving your hands away from his lower half each time you tried, bothered you finally spoke up.

"I need you now..." You looked at Mr. Hood with needy eyes, to what he simply responded with what sounded like a deep purr.

"Careful." Cautiously, Mr. Hood moved you down for a second, allowing his length to finally escape from his robe. The sight almost made you whine from just imagining it. What you found was similar to a human cock, well, ignoring the slime-like texture, together with the unnatural girth and length it had. You gulped, trying your best to prepare yourself for what was about to happen.

Mr. Hood looked at you, his tone letting you know he was quite concerned about your well-being. "Not need to, I help you." But before he was able to hide his length under his clothing, you had already started to enter his tip, the strech almost making you cry as you kept feeling yourself be split in half. "Wait!..." You ignored Mr. Hood warnings, slowly letting your weight down as you got accustomed to his whole width, a deep sight leaving your lips as you kept yourself steady on his lap. "Too dangerous, let me--." Once again, you refused to listen to Mr. Hood's suggestions, starting to move your hips up and down his length, slowly creating a rhythm that made your eyes roll each time his tip hit against your poor cervix.

"So good...! Your dick is so so good~... Give me more, please~...!" Despite his hesitance, Mr. Hood's hand held onto your waist, allowing your legs to give up as he began to set a ruthless pace. "Wait!... Too big! Give me a---" Just as you had done before, Mr. Hood stopped you before you could finish your sentence, lewd moans leaving your mouth as Mr. Hood started to hit that sweet place in deep and steady thrusts. As you tried to get him to slow down, you used your hands, pushing against his lap as you tried to get him to slow down a bit.

Sadly, this was no use, only causing Mr. Hood's to ram against your poor cunt, your eyes rolling back as he kept his steady pace, forcing you to takea each of his movements. Soon, your whole body went limp, your whole body shaking as he made you cum all over him over and over again.

By the time Mr. Hood's length started to quiver, you were already long far gone, your hands clenched around his clothes as you started to feel his thick liquid filling you up.

As you came down from your high, you were able to feel soft kisses against your skin, his calloused hands running up and down your back as he let you take a deep breath. "Will help you next, tell me."

Mr. Gap:

You and Mr. Gap had already been prowling together for quite some time, with him always trying to get your guard down so he could get you to ask him for help even for the smallest matters. You found this quite annoying at first, I mean, who would give their heart for things like turning the switch on...

But soon, your relationship began to change. Mr. Gap started to ask for less dangerous things in exchange, it began with a whole arm or leg, but then it moved to things like, one eyelash. Then, the things he asked in exchange moved into a more... physical territory. Mr. Gap started to ask for pets, as he had seen you giving them to Mr. Crawling. Then, he took one step further, asking for a kiss on the cheek or the forehead. Soon enough, his advances became much bolder, now asking you to let him sleep with you the whole night. To be honest, he had already appeared once in there, but this time, you could clearly notice he was asking for something... else. His eyes glistening with an amused expression, waiting eagerly for you to allow him.

In the end, you nodded, allowing him from then on to sleep with you, even if this meant that he would sometimes start to touch your skin under the sheets, his cold hands sending shivers through your whole body as you tried to calm yourself. Little did you know what Mr. Gap was about to do as time went on...

You were about to fall asleep, attempting to ignore Mr. Gap's hands as best as possible as he kept running his hands around your legs, sometimes even allowing his hands to move abit too close to your lower half. You bit your lip, forcing yourself to calm down as you kept forcing yourself to ignore his touch.

"Asleep?" Mr. Gap's voice whispered, his voice making you shiver as his fingertips started to rub against your clothed cunt. Seeing that you didn't answer, he decided to take it even further, carefully removing your underwear and throwing it out of the bed. Despite that, you kept your eyes shut and your lips closed by digging your own nails into your hand. Before you were able to stop him, Mr. Gap's mouth was already against your pussy, leaving soft kisses all over your inner thighs. Soon, his tongue started to lick all over your cunt, entering your cunt as his hands started to massage your lower stomach. "Warm... like." He smiled at you, noticing how you were actually awake, maybe even noticing that you had been awake since the beginning. "Want it." Just as you were about to reply to him, his warm mouth was already against your lower half, his breath hitting against your entrance as he started to suck on your clit.

"Wait! Just--" Mr' Gap ignored your complaints, one of his hands starting to caress your entrance, almost as if he was enjoying the yearning in your eyes. Without much delay, he introduced one of his fingers, his tongue still playing with your clit, using the tip of his tongue to leave soft touches on it, sometimes making you lose your breath as he suddenly sucked on it without a warning.

This little game kept going for over fifteen minutes, with you cumming on his mouth as his left hand kept you still on the bed, his tongue still torturing your sorry cunt, ignoring the tears that were rolling down your face because of the overstimulation. By then, his hand was already completely soaked in a mixture between your slick and his saliva, the lewd wet sound filling the empty room. Mr. Gap's left hand was still massaging your lower stomach, making each orgasm even more intense as he forced your sore body to endure all of his little games. Sometimes, he changed to a painfully slow rhythm, making your grasp his hair as you tried to get him to move faster. Then, he suddenly changed, his fingers and tongue moving at a rapid pace, not stopping even as you grabbed his hair and pulled, much less when you squeezed his face with your thigs as an attempt to slow him down.

Sudenly, Mr. Gap finally stopped, not like you had enough time to take a deep breath, as his face was soon against yours. As the rest of his upper body was revealed you soon felt something hard poking against your overstimulated clit. Mr. Gap's hands caressed your face, his face showing a twisted smile of pleasure as he saw the tears that had been falling from your eyes as a result of his sweet torture. "Cute."

[theglassofmiddleearth]

Imagine injured reader with the 141!

Camera Guy! au, female reader

Masterlist

Previous -

Imagine Reader! For whatever reason needs to get to the emergency department and they're overseas on deployment.

Reader! being completely calm, insisting they're fine. Soap was also calm, driving the rest of the squad in a large sedan. Gaz and Price are somewhat nervous, they both keep trying to look at you in the front mirror. (you're sitting in the passenger seat.) Ghost is silent, tapping his foot.

Reader! putting on music, saying they want to calm down. (It's really for Gaz and Price.)

‘You alright sweetheart?’ Kyle asks, his voice low and soothing.

‘Yeah I'm alright! Kinda hungry though, can we stop at McDonald's?’ Reader! blinks through the front mirror with hopeful eyes.

Ghost quickly shuts down her idea.

‘After you get to the emergency room I'll drive back to find you some nuggets but not a moment before.’

Reader! can almost hear the frown in his voice.

Imagine Reader! ends up having a fractured bone and not even realising it.

‘It just hurts a little when I touch it. It isn't particularly painful if I ignore it.’ She pouts, not liking being around so many people.

‘Can I go home now sir?’ Reader! gives the nurse her best puppy eyes while the rest of the task force glares at him.

However the nurse ignores them all and just smiles down at her and says,

‘Sorry lovie you'll need to get an X ray and then see a doctor. For now, would you like some Panadol?’

Reader! shakes her head, not wanting to have it in her system just in case.

‘We coulda done this at the base if we were at home.’ Ghost grumbles, his foot tapping rhythmically. It was the only tell that displayed his nervousness.

‘I’m fine LT!’ Reader! sighs. She throws a used tissue at him that he catches. Ghost looks at it and then makes a grimace and underarms it to Kyle who catches it gracefully and throws it into the bin.

‘So you guys are in the military?’ The nurse makes small talk, not intimidated by the men.

‘Something like that!’ Reader! smiles, knowing that they can't divulge sensitive information.

The nurse nods slowly,

‘Have you guys?...’

‘She has a higher body count than you think.’ Soap chirps up mischievously.

‘Johnny!’ Reader! protests, throwing her empty paper cup at him.

‘He doesn't mean sex.’ She quickly gives an explanation. (The nurse is now more concerned that she said this.)

‘Okay!’ He drags out. ‘Well, we’ll get you into a wheelchair and then you can get X-rayed!’ he rushes through the rest of his sentence and then walks away briskly.

‘I think he's nice!’ Reader! is completely oblivious to the fact that he was interested in her but is now terrified.

‘I think he likes you Johnny!’ Reader! grins, to everyone's confusion.

‘Sure love, do you want nuggets and fries or a burger?’ Ghost quickly changes the conversation.

‘Hmm can I have my usual?’ She fiddles with the hem of her clothing.

‘Aite. Anyone else?’ He grunts.

‘I’ll come with ye. Want some fresh fries.’ Soap stands, patting your shoulder.

Reader! grins and asks, ‘Do you want me to get his number for you?’ in a completely genuine tone.

‘No! No.. that's okay!.’ Johnny blurts out, eyes wide. The rest of the guys are stifling giggles.

‘Aw okay, he’ll be disappointed though I'm sure.’ Reader! mumbles.

Reader! ends up getting out in a small cast and is told to not lift anything heavy and rest for two weeks. Price and Ghost end up taking care of her while Soap and Kyle end up cooking. When everyone is flown back home, the team makes sure you don't have to do more than your usual work load. (You still have to do the bare minimum. You're an independent girl!)

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A/N: Cooked this bas boy up while I was waiting on the Emergency Department 😂✋

[icypopz]

holding their hand ♡

↬ notes ; sakura haruka, suo hayato, togame jo, umemiya hajime x gn!reader

↬ from ice ; no one asked for this HAHAHA but i really wanted to write for my silly boys <3 they're literally so fun and cute, this is my first time writing for windbreaker though so i hope the characterisation is okay! a little short & it's drabble style but hope you enjoy :)

↬ warning(s) ; none

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

[ sakura haruka ! ]

with haruka, you're usually the one that has to initiate physical affection. he definitely wants to hold your hand, it's just that whenever you slip your palm into his and he feels how warm you are, his face turns so red he looks like one of the tomatoes umemiya's growing on the roof. at least that's what suo always loves to tease him and say, which only serves to make haruka threaten to beat him up in the middle of the street. but then he'll remember that you're beside him and he'll settle for giving suo the most intense death glare ever, only to give you a small smile as he turns to you and squeezes your hand ever so gently. haruka always treats you like you're a fragile flower, so he holds your hand with the utmost care and pride, because he's really proud to be able to call himself your boyfriend.

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[ suo hayato ! ]

hayato thinks he's so cool. he's so suave, always slipping his fingers between yours when you're walking together until your hands are intertwined without you even realising it. and if you get embarrassed, he'll only smirk and tease you about how you look so cute when you're flustered. he's the type to confidently walk about town swinging your hand with his, telling everyone who asks that you're his partner. i feel like hayato would also wear matching rings with you, and whenever he caresses his ring before a fight it's like he can feel the sensation of your hand in his, and that reminds him that he can't injure his hands or he won't be able to hold you, so he's always extra careful ever since he started dating you.

[ togame jo ! ]

togame likes taking things slow instead of rushing through life, so whenever he holds your hand, you somehow end up feeling like a precious gem that he treasures with all his heart. that isn't actually too far from how he views you, because the way this man holds your hand is so incredibly gentle. even though his hands are rough and calloused, he'll slip his hand into yours and it feels like he's really savouring the moment, enjoying the way your hand fits in his like two puzzle pieces slotting together perfectly. he's sometimes worried that you won't want to hold his hand when his knuckles are bloodied or scraped from fights, but just a press a kiss to his battered knuckles and togame will be putty in your hands.

[ umemiya hajime ! ]

umemiya adores you. it's evident to everyone, from the students at bofurin to the townsfolk, and it's especially obvious in the way that he looks at you. when you hold his hand, his eyes light up like a million stars, and he narrowly refrains from actually jumping up and down like a little kid (hiragi convinces him that's a little too undignified for bofurin's leader). he always ends up unconsciously squeezing your hand when he's excited, or when he's deep in thought, or anytime, really. he just needs that reminder of your presence and it feels like he'll be able to solve any problem that comes his way. whenever he walks you home, umemiya will also always kiss the back of your hand like he's a prince courting a suitor and give you a dramatic goodbye, it's just one of the things you love about him too.

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