#No.3

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yorha boys can be a comedy if i pretend

[blackseafoam]

“set up for failure”

[blaiddraws]

OH HEY I FORGOT I DREW THIS THE OTHER DAY AS WELL. a quicker doodle than the others i just liked how the expression looks :P placeholder au again!!!!! the prompts i used are "set up for failure" and "fingerprints" - it was originally meant to be more clear that he had bloody fingerprints (don't worry it's not emmet's <3) but i kinda got sidetracked. anyway! it's supposed to be right when our lads show up in Hisui! no one knows what's going on

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Whumptober 2024 No.3

Prompt: Shivering (Alt)

Warnings: Mentions of injury

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

gif by @mcbride

The small fire did little against the cold. Daryl had fashioned a tent of sorts out of branches and leaves but chilling droplets of rain seeped through with ease, only keeping your already wet clothing in its perpetual state. The wound in your side still wept, the loss of blood not helping matters in the least.

“How’re ya holdin’ up?” Daryl asked as he added more to the fire. Dry kindling was impossible to locate so he had resorted to burning some of the extra clothing in his bag to keep the flames alight. “Lemme take a look at it.”

“It’s no different than it was five minutes ago, Daryl. Stop fussing.” You admonished gently, clasping his wrist as he reached for the wound. You brought his chilled fingers to your lips and kissed them before tugging on his arm. “Sit close to me. You’re a human furnace. You’ll keep me warm until they find us.” The pallor of his bruised and bloody face begged to differ but if it would keep him from his nervous fidgeting and soothe his anxiety, it was a lie worth telling.

His jaw moved, bottom lip tucked between his teeth. With a smile, you tugged again and this time he let you pull him toward you, settling in at your good side to pull you close. Surprisingly, your shivering lessened and you felt your body growing heavier with fatigue.

“Getcha home in the morning, with or without ‘em. Won’t let nothin’ else happen to ya.” And as you hummed and huddled closer, feeling his hold around you tighten, you knew you’d be fine.

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 5

Sunburn - Healing Salve - Heatstroke - "Of my Pain Will Stretch that Far" (Lottery Winners, Burning House)

"Please master, can I have a second", Whumpee pleaded through gasps of breath.

They had been crawling behind Whumper for an hour now. Whumper liked taking these walks on the empty roads surrounding their off grid vacation home. This area allowed them to truly have Whumpee play pet. Whumpee was fully naked, only dressed in a collar and leash.

"Hmm, having a hard time keeping up with me pet?", Whumper turned, "we just have another mile before we're home. You can make it."

"Yes Master, but please may I have a second?", Whumpee pleaded, "I think I just found a piece of glass."

Whumper frowned as they saw blood oozing from Whumpee's hand.

"Hmm I suppose you did", Whumper sighed as they knelt to get a better look, "I don't have any first aid so I guess I'll allow you to walk like a person until we get your hand cleaned and bandaged."

"Thankyou master", Whumpee whispered.

Whumper stood, and helped Whumpee stand.

"Your knees look about tore up to", Whumper sighed, "I guess we won't take this path again."

Whumpee stumbled to the side a little, "I-I don't know if I-I'll make it master."

Whumper frowned as they saw how red Whumpee's skin was.

Whumper pulled out their water bottle and dumped the rest on Whumpee.

"Hmm", Whumpee whimpered.

"Okay let's go", Whumper lifted Whumpee onto his back and started to walk quickly.

"Master.... yo-your carrying me?", Whumpee moaned.

"Yep, I don't need you to have a heatstroke out here. I guess I didn't realize how bad the sun was", Whumper sighed, "I think you are dangerously close."

"Hmm", Whumpee moaned again.

"Whumpee, I know I don't tell you to do this often, but keep talking to me", Whumper said worringly. They were nowhere near a hospital if Whumpee did have a heatstroke, "I can't have you passing out on me."

"Wh-what sh...ould I-I talk abo-ut", Whumpee labored.

"Anything you want, just keep talking", Whumper groaned under Whumpee's almost dead weight.

"My favorite treats?", Whumpee perked up for a second.

"That's fine", Whumper nodded, "what are your favorites?"

"I like when you get those chocolate cookies with the cream in the center", Whumpee whispered.

"Uh-huh", Whumper sighed, trying to get Whumpee to keep going, "how about the granola bars from this morning?"

Whumpee paused for a moment to think, "I uh, didn't really like those "

"Oh I thought you did", Whumper huffed, "man you are heavier than you look."

"Mm, sorry Master... mm, really tired", Whumpee's head bobbed to the side.

"Whumpee, you really need to stay awake. Keep telling me about treats", Whumper quickened their pace.

Whumpee's head swayed as they lifted it.

"My, uhm... mm head hurts", Whumpee slurred, "and mm hand."

"We'll get bandaged up once we get home", Whumper could see the house in site, "just stay with me a little longer. I'll get a fan on you. Get you nice and cool."

Whumpee didn't answer.

"Whumpee?", Whumper questioned again. Concern in their voice.

"Hmm", Whumpee hummed as their head fell again.

"We're home", Whumper rounded the corner and hurried to get inside.

Whumpee was spread out on the cold tile floor, and a fan was not blowing on them.

Whumper made a few ice pack towels, and placed them in certain spots on Whumpee.

Whumpee continued to breath uncomfortably.

"I think I'm going to need to get you into the tub", Whumper frowned, "I can't believe I was this careless. I normally pay attention, but you were definitely having a hard time. I'm so sorry."

Whumpee woke up and looked around. They moved around a little and caused some water to splash up.

"Hum", Whumpee looked at the tub full of water with concern, "what's happening?"

"Woe easy there Whumpee", Whumper came in after hearing the movement, "don't move too much. You were just unconscious."

"Wh-what happened?", Whumpee looked up at them, "am-am I okay?"

"I think you are now. I'm still a little worried about you", Whumper reached down and pulled up a cup, "I've been trying to get you to drink some of this while you were unconscious. It's electrolyte water. Lets get the rest of this in you."

Whumper helped hold the cup while they drank.

"You have quite the sunburn my pet, I'm afraid you'll be uncomfortable for a few days", Whumper sighed at themself for not taking better care of their pet, "let's get you dried off and comfortable. I have some ointment to put on you to help take away the sting."

Whumpee nodded, "I feel a little better now."

"That's good", Whumper stood, "you can soak for a few more minutes while I look for that salve ointment."

Whumpee sighed in relief when Whumper had finished putting the medicine on them.

"Sounds like you feel better already", Whumper grinned as they reached for a pillow to put under Whumpee's head.

"Yes Master", Whumpee laid their head down, "thankyou."

"You're welcome, now go ahead and get some rest. I'll wake you for dinner", Whumper patted Whumpee's head a little before standing.

Whumpee let their eyes blink open and shut. They grew slower and slower.... heavier and heavier.

They could hear Whumper humming in the kitchen. The gentle notes soothed them even more.

"I'm so happy to have Master", Whumpee whispered to themself, "what would I do without them taking care of me?"

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Whumptober Day 3: (bloody) fingerprints

Warriors and Time as a duo :D

Also, my fics haven’t been showing up for some people (which makes me think I might be shadowbanned -_-) so reblogs are especially appreciated while I try to figure out what’s up. Thanks <3

Warnings: injury, blood, traitor-related angst

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“—tain!”

Link swam back to awareness at the hazy shout, head pounding and side on fire.

He took in a breath as he awoke, but quickly froze, pain running through him at even that small movement. His breath stuttered and something moved near his head, and his confused mind tried to sort together what exactly was going on.

Someone tilted his head to the side, fingers pressed to his pulse point right next to an old scar. The movement sent a wave of pain up his side and Link sucked in another breath, his very thin hold on lucidity wavering.

A moan escaped him, and Link felt someone pat his shoulder.

“Hey, stay with me captain, you’ll be alright,” a familiar voice said, voice taut with worry, and Link tried to place who it was. His mind went through dozens of scattered faces before settling on one, and he tried to get the features to focus in his mind.

“S... Sprite..?” he slurred, and heard a small laugh that was full of held-back panic.

“Not exactly.”

Link let out another groan, and tried to fight through the haze he was stuck in. He knew deep down that it couldn’t be Mask of all people standing over him because... why?

There was a reason, he knew there was, he just... couldn’t seem to figure it out. Mask wasn’t here anymore. And the reason Mask couldn’t be here, was because... because he...

...he’d gone home.

That... that was right, right, he remembered now. Mask was gone, home to his own time, whenever it was, and Link hadn’t seen him since the war. And the war had been over for a couple years now, and he... he was traveling with different heroes now on a different time-related journey.

And obviously in a fair amount of trouble.

Warriors managed to drag his eyes open and look through blurry vision at whoever was standing over him, catching a glimpse of faint light glinting off of armor.

“Time—” he wheezed, and the man shushed him as he pressed something to his side.

“Don’t speak. Save your strength.”

Warriors coughed, but it turned into a pained gasp as agony shot up his side. His entire body hurt, but his side was the worst, and he could feel something hot and sticky beginning to soak his skin and tunic.

Time gently shushed him again, and brushed a hand across his forehead.

“It’s okay, Captain. Someone will be here any moment, the castle must have seen that,” he murmured reassuringly, and Warriors managed to focus through the pain enough to be confused at his words.

“Wh’ happened?” he managed to get out, “h—”

He broke off into a pained moan, and saw Time’s face grow even more creased.

“You don’t remember?” he said worriedly, and Warriors bit back a cry when his grip shifted.

He didn’t manage to reply, and Time let out a tense sigh.

“We were ambushed,” Time said quietly, and Warriors stared at him. “We’re in your time, I asked if you wanted to take a walk since neither of us were sleeping. We went outside of castle town, but we were followed... they had a magic user with them, and you shoved me away right as they put a barrier around you, I couldn’t do anything until it was too late,” he finished guiltily.

Warriors blinked up at the man staring at him anxiously, and struggled to recall the events he’d just described.

He remembered not wanting to go to bed just yet, enjoying being home again after so long. Time was still up and wanted to get some air, and he’d mentioned they should go for a walk... it got fuzzy after that, but there were flashes. Time acting oddly nervous as he’d tried to tell him something... footsteps following them down the path, ears pricking... the glow of magic and some sort of explosion...

Another wave of pain tore through his side and he choked on a breath, feeling Time grab at his hand.

“You shouldn’t have pushed me out of the way” Time murmured, and Warriors felt a small smile twist his lips.

“Wasn’t t-time... t’warn you...” he whispered, just barely managing to squeeze Time’s hand in his. “I’m... th’ target... H-had to, protect...”

Warriors coughed, and nearly passed out again at the way his side ached.

“S’ my... fault,” he continued in a croak. “Traitors... Couldn’t l-let you... suffer fr’ me.”

Time let out a heavy sigh, the sound thick with an emotion Warriors wasn’t lucid enough to identify.

“You didn’t listen to me back then,” Time murmured, sounding exasperated. Warriors squinted in confusion, and Time let out a another very tired sigh. “There’s something you should know, Captain,” he said softly, and Warriors looked at him, head pounding in time with the pain in his side. “It’s why... I wanted to get out of the castle. I needed to speak to you.”

“Yeah?” Warriors murmured, and Time swallowed.

“During the war, you weren’t the only hero. There were others who were brought there, displaced by time,” he began, and Warriors made a noise of affirmation, unsure of where he was going with this. “Well, I... I was one of them. I fought at your side, Captain. Nearly the entire war.”

Warriors felt his world freeze.

He breathed in a sharp breath as he stared up at Time, meeting the single striking blue eye that was suddenly so familiar. The face he knew so well clicked into his mind again, and Warriors briefly forgot the pain he was so shocked.

That’s impossible.

“Mask?” he breathed, and Time’s face grew just a bit of a smile as he nodded.

Warriors’ eyes widened, and he continued to stare at Time, unable to stop himself from studying his face and trying to pick out the familiar features of Mask. His vision was blurring too much to do a good job of it, but now that he knew, he couldn’t believe he’d never noticed.

“B-been a long time for y-you, huh?” he whispered, ignoring how badly it hurt to speak.

Time smiled. “Much longer for me than for you.”

Warriors chuckled, then his breath caught as a sharp wave of pain rolled through him. Time’s smile quickly faded as Warriors failed to hold back a stuttering cough, and he gave the captain’s hand a bracing squeeze.

Time then closed his eye, and looked like he was desperately trying to control himself. Warriors swallowed back another thick cough, knowing it would hurt, and kept his breathing as steady as he could.

The fiery feeling continued to spread though, heedless of his wishes, and the darkness began to encroach on his vision despite how he tried to resist it.

“Captain, hey, stay with me,” Time said sternly, and Warriors blinked up at him, a smile twitching at his lips. Talking hurt, but he needed to speak, he needed to let Mask know...

“Honor ‘t fight w’ you... again,” Warriors breathed, something wet dripping from his lip. “Missed you Sprite...”

“I missed you too, but you need to stay awake now Captain,” Time said in a more frantic voice, one Warriors had only heard from him once or twice before. Something bad must be happening. “That’s an order Link, open your eyes.”

Warriors didn’t remember closing them, but he did as he said, the commanding voice mixed with old habit making them both crack open.

...for all of a few moments, until they slipped closed again.

“Link. Do not sleep, just hold on, I can see people coming, please Link—”

Warriors somehow managed to raise his hand enough to touch Time’s cheek, blood on his fingertips mixing with a strange wetness on Time’s face.

“L-Love you, kiddo,” Warriors whispered, Time staring at him with both eyes wide, tears shining in them both.

“Me too,” Time croaked, voice wetter than Warriors had ever heard from this version. Warriors shakily smiled, and ran a red-soaked thumb across his brother’s cheek, pride at the man his little sprite had grown up into warming him even as his body grew steadily more cold. “I love you, big brother. Stay with me, please.”

Warriors’ hand slipped from his cheek without his permission, and he barely heard the frantic shouts and approaching footsteps, the pop of a cork...

The only thing he saw was Mask, tears and bloody fingerprints on his face, looking every bit the child Warriors had known back then.

He gave him one last smile, then fell back into oblivion.

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Whumptober 2023 Day 3 - Journal

[ladtheove]

Twisted version of the wrongly arrested prompt.

Batman interning Jason into Arkham despite he not being mad. (Jason was a killer, didn’t mean he didn’t know what he was doing.)

Always thought putting him in the same place as the Joker was torture, a tragedy of the worst kind.

[kybercrystals94]

Side Effect

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Whumptober 2024 - Day 3 - Prompt: "I warned you."

Rated: G | Words: 100

“I warned you this would happen,” Crosshair growls, angered voice foiled by the gentleness with which he peels the damaged glove from Tech’s injured hand. 

“If I had not pulled the data stick out, it would have been irreparably damaged, thereby causing mission failure,” Tech returns through gritted teeth, trying to ignore the pain. 

Crosshair swears under his breath. “And what if you were irreparably damaged? You could have been killed.”

“An unfortunate side effect of being a soldier,” Tech says without remorse. “The mission always comes first.”

Crosshair’s eyes flicker up to meet his for a moment. “Wrong answer.”

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Whumptober 2024 - No. 3 WRONGFULLY ARRESTED

Hawaii Five-0 5x18 Pono Kaulike Danny Williams is arrested for the murder of Marco Reyes and sent to a Colombian prison but the real reason for his arrest goes much deeper.

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Up and Down

WHUMPTOBER 2023: Day three, prompt ‘solitary confinement/make it stop’

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: After returning from being tortured by the devil himself, your brain can’t help conjure up its own images which refuse to leave you alone.

Warnings: Hallucinations, manipulation, glass shattering, negative comments about reader.

Word count: 1.3K

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He was there again. 

That tall, looming figure that seemed to always wear a shit eating grin on his face. He was lounging across a chair, drumming his fingers against the wooden table and singing obnoxiously loudly to some song you had never heard before but had promptly decided that it was already getting on your nerves. With elbows resting on the table opposite him, you clenched the hair on your head into fists and let out a frustrated sigh, rising to your feet and storming away from the library. 

“Aw, come on.” Lucifer pouted. “I thought you liked my singing Y/N?”

Rolling your eyes, you made your way into the kitchen to where Dean was thickly spreading peanut butter on a slice of bread, trying to drown out the jests from the archangel he was still hurling at you. At the sound of your footsteps Dean raised his head greeting you with a grin. 

“Hey Kiddo. How’s it going?”

You were hesitant in your answer. Dean knew the toll that coming back since being tortured by Lucifer was taking on you. You were much more jumpy than usual and opted to spend much more time locked up alone in your room than spending time with your beloved hunter friends. Dean couldn’t help but feel guilty everytime he heard you cry out in your sleep from across the hall. He couldn’t help but feel deep down that all of this was his fault. After all, it was he and Sam who decided to reopen the cage - it was he and Sam who Lucifer wanted revenge on. Instead of responding verbally, you opted to nod, knowing that an unwanted tremble would snake its way out between your words, like it had your hands. 

You couldn’t help but stiffen at the voice behind you. It didn’t go unnoticed by Dean, who moved away from his PB&J to place his hand on top of yours.  “It’s okay sweetheart. It’s only Sammy.”

Turning, you watched as the lumbering man struggled in through the door. His arms hugged a selection of paper bags awkwardly. He smiled; a gentle gesture before placing the bags on the counter, and wrapped you up in one of his bear-hugs. Returning the gesture, you smiled into his blue flannel, letting out a breath you didn’t even know you had been holding. Detaching yourself from Sam, you began unloading the groceries he had brought back with him, listening to the eldest Winchester talk animatedly about the latest show he had decided to binge watch on netflix. It brought a grin to your face.

Here, with Sam and Dean around you, you felt much safer. That was until that irritating voice drifted into your ears. You dug your nails firmly into your palm, leaving little grooves on the soft skin, hoping that the dull pain would distract you from the image of the Archangel. When that didn’t work, and his remarks still rang through your head, you turned to flee the room. 

“Y/N?” Sam tilted his head. 

“I’m fine, Sam. Promise.” You nodded. 

Sam was about to say something, but shut his mouth as he watched you flee the kitchen, your bare feet pattering on the wooden floors as you retreated back down the corridors and into your room, locking the door, and the hollering of Lucifer behind you. Albeit, you could feel him lingering over your shoulder. Taking a deep breath and screwing your eyes shut, you pinched yourself harshly. 

Lucifer chucked deeply. “Real cute, Y/N.”

You turned and pushed past him. 

“You know you can’t ignore me forever.” You stopped abruptly. “I miss our little heart-to-hearts.” 

You rolled your eyes, moving towards your desk and beginning to shuffle the contents around. That was when he started singing. It was an old song. A sad song that you and the Winchesters used to listen to on particularly difficult nights. One that you associated with comfort.

“Stop.” You told him firmly. 

He didn’t. Only sung louder, edging closer to you.

“Stop it.” You said once again.

Lucifer continued to sing mockingly. 

“I said stop it!” You yelled, throwing the glass that you were moving at him. It sailed straight through the illusion and shattered on the ground. He grinned manically. 

“There we go, Y/N!” He howled, clapping his hands together joyously. “That’s what I’m talking about. This is the you I miss. Where did all that fire go, huh kiddo?”

“Leave me alone.” You spat out through gritted teeth. 

“Mm” Lucifer pinched his chin between his thumb and his index, tilting his head towards the ceiling. “I don’t think I want to…You see, now you’ve acknowledged me, you’ve let me in.”

You shook your head, backing away from him as you approached. “No.”

“Oh yeah. I can see everything Y/N.”  The devil proceeded forwards until your back hit the wall. “I’m inside your pretty little head. “ He sang. 

“You’re lying.” You shook your head, trying to convince yourself more than him. There were voices outside your door, but they were drowned out by Lucifer. “Sammy said that nothing you say is true. He- knows. He’s been here before.”

Tutting, the blond rolled his eyes. “Sammy, is a lying, untrustworthy piece of shit.”

“Don’t say that.”

“He doesn’t care about you Y/N. None of them do. They’re just using you Y/N.”

“You’re lying.” Rouge tears began to snake down your face.

“They just feel bad for you. You’re a liability, Y/N. You’re gone as soon as they get the chance to get rid of some dead weight. They don't need someone like you on their team, dragging them down. I mean, think of how easy it was for me to get to you. Poor, helpless, useless-”

“STOP IT!” You cried, sinking to your knees.

Your heart pounded in your head, beating like a drum to the rhythm of an army march.

“You are nothing Y/N. You’re nothing without those Winchesters. You are nothing without me!”

“Get out!” You sobbed “clutching your knees to your chest.

“You are worthless.”

The pounding grew louder as you buried your head between your knees. Fat tears fell down your cheeks, pooling on your jeans as Lucifer continued his onslaught of words. That was when you realised that the drumming was not your heartbeat, but the sound of Sam and Dean trying to break down the door to your room having heard the commotion. When they managed to barrel themselves in, Sam’s heart dropped when he saw you rocking back and forth in the corner of the room, lip trembling with hands plastered over your ears. He took one cautiously in his hand. You drew back sharply, eyes moving frantically across his features. 

“Please…” You whispered. “Make it stop.”

Wrapping you up gently he allowed you to bury his face in his chest, ignoring the dampness that followed as you continued to weep silently. Dean pulled you in close from the otherside, encasing you in between them. He never would fully understand what you were going through, no matter how hard he tried. He could sympathise, sure. He had been through decades for torture himself. But he would never be able grasp onto exactly what you were experiencing. Sam would be able to understand more; he too saw Lucifer for a while. But they both knew that no two experiences were the same. They knew that people cope differently and that was okay. All they could do was stick by you and help you work this out. And was exactly what they chose to do.

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