#No 8

[iceclew]

officially out of service for RL

only thing's left is the simping shit I am high on Hoshina drugs thank you for understanding.

[whumpookies]

Day 8 I've got soul, but I'm no soldier;

prompt: outnumbered.

[foreverchangingfandomsao3]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: CC-2224 | Cody, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sheev Palpatine | Darth Sidious Additional Tags: Whumptober 2023, Whump, Hurt CC-2224 | Cody, Emotional Hurt, Umbara Arc (Star Wars: Clone Wars), Waxer's death means so much to Cody, CC-2224 | Cody Needs a Hug Series: Part 8 of Whumptober 2023 Summary:

After the battles on Umbara, Cody gets the list of the dead and one name makes him question everything.

My fill for whumptober day 8: No. 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.” Overcrowded ER | Outnumbered | “It’s all for nothing.”

[authorbettyadams]

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[one-piece-aus]

For Whumptober, could you please do Moria for day 8? 🙏 <33

Why yes of course! Hopefully all those headcanons I wrote helped me get Moria to be accurate. I hope you do enjoy the story ^-^

Whumptober Day 8

Moria x Reader

"Hurry your ass up, [Y/n]!" Moria called urging you to get on the ship. "King will bring Kaido back if we don't get moving now!"

"I'm moving as fast as I can," you tell him through your teeth as attempt to tighten the makeshift bandage on your arm.

Getting to the edge of the dock, you leap onto the ship, feeling the lack of blood when you were in the air. Adrenaline numbing the pain, you climb the mast and open the sails. The wind is in your favour as it starts to blow you away from the port just as Moria lifted up the anchor. 

"We're going to make it out of here!" you cheer to Moria who smiles at you. Even if the two of you were the only ones able to flee, it was fine. Moria can always find new crew members, it wouldn't be anything without the captain.

The sea calls to you and you feel the wind pushing the ship to meet the open waters, at least that's what you thought. When you caught the sound of wings flapping, you turned your head only to be shot down. Falling unwillingly feels different, everything seems to be slower as you watch the sky get higher. You expect your back to hit the deck but you're surprised when you fall cut short and you were now in Moria's palm.

"Damn you, King!" Moria growled and sent a swarm of shadow bats his way.

Just as King finished swiping away the vermin, your ship was carried away by Grand Line's waves. The ship rocked back and forth, rain began to pour, and you would've gotten soaked if Moria hadn't blocked the raindrops with his coat as he hurried the two of you inside.

"Moria, can you put me down?" you requested and pat his hand.

"Of course, my love." Moria set you down.

Instantly, you put your hand against the wall to support yourself while the other grabbed your stomach. You squeeze your eyes shut as you felt pain punch your inside. You could feel blood leak from your stomach and onto your hand.

"Ah..." you mutter out. You wanted to vent further but your head felt too light for you to feel heavy emotions.

"[Y/n]! What happened to you?" Moria asked as he helped you sit down on the ground. "You were fine just moments ago."

"Yeah... I was... I was running on adrenaline," you said between breaths. Once you sat down, you show the arm you used to support yourself against the wall to Moria "I had... open wounds on my arm. I did my best to stop the bleeding but..." The bandages were dripping red and you noticed you were now almost as white as Moria. "And now..." You lift your hand off your stomach, feeling the blood sticking to your fingers. You groan as your energy drains out of you and becomes replaced with agony.

"We need a doctor. I'll go get-" Moria stopped when he realized there was no doctor on the ship.

"It's fine... I'm not going to make it anyway, doctor or not..." you croaked, holding your stomach as blood sprouted from your mouth.

"No! There has to be a way [Y/n]!" Moria refused to believe this was your end. He grabbed your free hand and squeezed it tight. "I'll find a way to make you live, [Y/n]. I swear I will!"

"I have no doubt you will, you're creative," you smile with the remaining strength you had. "That's why... you'll be king... of the pirates."

Moria felt your hand become limp and as he witnessed you slide down against the wall, your eyes now lifeless.

"I swear... I swear I'll find a way to make you come back to life!"

[talesofedo]

[mirrorred-star]

Whumpuary Day 8

prompt: back from the dead

fandom: Adastra

[yes, the gay furry porn visual novel. Yes, I have played it - I started watching a (3 hour) video essay on it by Boring Keith who left a link to the game in the description, mentioned it was free, and yeah. The game was longer than I expected, and I missed a lot of the gay cultural subtext due to aroace and just not knowing things, but its good, and has a lot of thought provoking things to say about the nature of being a queer. Its also pretty whumpy and is known to cause post-Adastra depression in the gays, so yeah.]

warnings: angst, alcohol abuse, grief, Adastra. romance?

Previously on Adastra: The player character was abducted by Amicus, a very buff anthropomorphic wolf, who is from a moon called Adastra, which is culturally similar to classical rome.

Amicus was in his quarters, inconsolable. The wolf, eldest son of the late Emperor of Adastra, had watched as the love of his life had gone into convulsions, fallen unconscious, and stopped breathing. The body had been lain out in the ampitheatre, wreathed in lavender and violets, and would remain there until... until it showed unmistakable signs of... not waking up.

He had stood vigil until he couldn't take it anymore. His lover wasn't getting back up. 

The love of his life was gone.

So Amicus had gone back inside, gone to his quarters, and drank himself to oblivion. His brother could have the empire for all he cared. There was nothing he cared about now.

Nothing at all.

He woke to someone shaking his shoulder. A paw too small to belong to Cassius or Cato or even Alexios. It reminded Amicus of him, and he hated it. The love of his life was gone, and even this gesture reminded Amicus of-

The figure standing before him was entirely without fur, covered in garlands of lavender and violets.

"I'm seeing things. You're... you're d.." The wolf couldn't even get the words out. The not-simian - the human - hugged him. "I'm here. I don't know how, but I'm alive."

Tears welled up in the wolf's eyes. "I thought I'd lost you."

"I'm here now."

The love of Amicus' life crawled into his arms and the great wolf pulled the human to his chest, wrapping his muscular, thickly furred arms around the smaller being.

The human curled up into the wolf's fur, comforted by the strength of his body.

"Amicus?"

"My love?"

The human wrinkled his nose. "Could you please take a shower? You smell like wine and BO."

Amicus reluctantly allowed his lover to depart his arms. "Join me?"

It was a plea more than anything, the desperate burning need to have his love within sight at all times, preventing fate from taking his human away from him again.

His love took Amicus by the paw, and pulled the wolf to his feet.

"The Parents couldn't stop me."

Author's Note: and then they fuck.

[pirateprincessjess]

When I was a kid my family pretended to get raptured so I would think I was left behind on earth while they all went to heaven.

I was like 8 years old and my sister and mom had gotten really into the Left Behind novels (bible fan fic about the rapture). In the books when the rapture happened the clothes that people were wearing when they got raptured were left behind in neatly folded piles.

One day when I was getting home from school my family decided that they would leave piles of neatly folded clothes around the house, and then hide in the basement.

The intended effect was that I would get home and see the clothes then, think that my family had been raptured and that I wasn’t good enough to get into heaven… or something?

The problem was that I had never read these books, and didn’t really think about the rapture very often. There was no reason that I would see some laundry on the floor and think “The rapture happened and I’ve been abandoned by God! I’ll never see my family again!! Oh nooo!!!!”

I just sat down and watched cartoons and eventually my family got bored and revealed that they were all hiding in the basement.

It’s a good thing I didn’t understand the joke, otherwise that shit would have been traumatic.

[elbiotipo]

My solution for bloatware is this: by law you should hire in every programming team someone who is Like, A Guy who has a crappy laptop with 4GB and an integrated graphics card, no scratch that, 2 GB of RAM, and a rural internet connection. And every time someone in your team proposes to add shit like NPCs with visible pores or ray tracing or all the bloatware that Windows, Adobe, etc. are doing now, they have to come back and try your project in the Guy's laptop and answer to him. He is allowed to insult you and humilliate you if it doesn't work in his laptop, and you should by law apologize and optimize it for him. If you try to put any kind of DRM or permanent internet connection, he is legally allowed to shoot you.

With about 5 or 10 years of that, we will fix the world.

[nariarts]

Spent a ridiculous amount of time last night obsessively editing my hand written zines in Photoshop to take away any tiny blemishes so they were definitely readable.

Whatever. Understand or don't.

[thedisablednaturalist]

Im fucking sobbing looking at the new black footed cat at Utah's Hogle zoo

Shes just a fucking baby

Baby with a 60% successful kill rate

[gordiicore]

[whumpookies]

Whumpcember 2023 Day 8. Isolation

Lost years, Ali isolated from his friends and poisoned.

[everchased]

THAT one's goin on the list too now!

[porcelain-rob0t]

on identity, healing the inner child, fursonas, and cringe culture

[radiofreederry]