#altprompt 4

[whumpapalooza]

@whumpcember '24 - Dec. 8 Prompt: lies (alternate prompt 4)

COSMIC SERVICE INTERNSHIP – AEGIS

The crew aboard Aegis shared nearly everything – a living space, a duty, their passions. They shared trust in each other. But even in trust, they maintain privacy.

And that meant that some of them would lie.

Tabby was lying about her tattoos. Specifically, the flower on her collarbone. She told Brando it was the first one she’d gotten, which he believed. She told him it came from when she was being stupid, which sounded right. But she told him that it had no meaning, and that she didn’t even know the name of the flower. Brando didn’t buy that for a second.

Blare wouldn’t speak candidly when telepathy was a topic. The way she stood with stiff posture, spoke in a short, clinical words, made her seem unchanged from how she behaved at the start of their assignment. Blare wouldn’t let anyone challenge her. The crew wasn’t even sure that she knew she was doing it.

Blare knew that Glen was hiding something, but she couldn’t tell what. When they swapped stories, there were occasions where she saw panic blink across her friend’s expression. But it was always gone as fast as it came, and Blare couldn’t find any connecting theme that triggered it. Glen never mentioned it, and Blare was hesitant to pry – but Glen was definitely hiding something.

Slipper spent his homeworld life in solitude, and he still didn’t fully understand the idea of benefiting from a lie – but it didn’t stop him from living a few of his own.

[lostwhump]

@whumptober | Day #4: ALT PROMPT "Shivering" Big Sky - Happy Thoughts (2.10)

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Whumptober 2024 No.4

Prompt: Finding Old Messages (Alt)

Warnings: Angst, angst, angst. Emotional whump.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

gif is not mine - google

“What’s this?” You stared at the paper, a hastily drawn map to Alexandria but that wasn’t what unsettled you. It was the message beside it, Daryl’s handwriting.

I belong with you

Daryl flinched, his back facing you. You saw his shoulders tense under your gaze, understood that he knew of what you spoke without seeing it himself.

You asked again, “Daryl, what is this?” You stood, the paper between your fingers, Dog whining at your heels. “Was this her place?” He continued his silence. “Is this where you were with her?” His head dropped forward, fingers flexing at his sides. “It is.” You reasoned with a nod, grasping the note with both hands.

“Was hers. Came back an’ she was gone.” His voice was small, but the words were steady.

You nodded, letting the paper flutter to the floor. “So you chose me because you couldn’t have her.” It wasn’t a question but spurred him into an answer regardless. He finally turned, his blue eyes sad and apologetic.

“Wasn’t like that. Ain’t like that.”

You opened your mouth but snapped it shut, not trusting your words to be anything but venomous. With a shake of your head, you turned to the door and walked, not knowing where you were going but Dog followed on your heels.

“Y/N, don’t.” Daryl beckoned from the doorway once your boots had left the porch.

As difficult as it was, you turned, not bothering to wipe away the tears. “And all this time, I thought you belonged with me.”

He called your name as you disappeared into the trees, but he didn’t follow.

And you found that you didn’t want him to.

[secret-bug-pain-blog]

Whumptober Day 4 - Forgotten (REPLACEMENT PROMPT)

Back at it again. For proper reading experience, please read this while being screamed at by one to five 3-4-week-old kittens. We're borrowing Jay from @zombiebugbites - she's from the Everlasting Primordia AU, and giving us a lovely opportunity to bring up fun aspects of The House Is Established's universe that won't come up organically in normal AU posting! Very exciting.

Ink smeared on the word count lettering a bit, but it's fine, nothing's perfect. We will now go try and finish the Day 2 fill so we can finally dedicate our Carousel pen to something else and/or work on Day 5. See you... soon.

[ardenation]

’Must’ve Slipped my Mind’

“Hey, Captain? Mind doing a headcount?” Wars nodded and turned to count the others who were following behind them. “One, two, three, four… five, six, seven, eight.” Assuming Wars wasn’t including himself, Time thanked him and went to continue down the path.

—

When Sky woke up, it was, unusually, to complete silence.

Or, the Chain really need to start double-checking they have everybody with them when they pack up and leave camp, and Sky needs to work on his self-preservation skills.

(written for another whumptober alt prompt ‘forgotten’. no i will not apologize for the title)

[oriorchids]

whumptober day 3 - venom (alt prompt)

You bite back your words before you could lash out. Your throat tastes bitter.

[distant-screaming]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Persona 4 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amagi Yukiko/Satonaka Chie, Hanamura Yosuke/Narukami Yu Characters: Amagi Yukiko, Satonaka Chie, Hanamura Yosuke, Narukami Yu Additional Tags: Fluff, Humor, Established Relationship, Amagi Yukiko-centric, Canon Universe, Friendship, Hair Braiding, Studying Series: Part 15 of Flufftober 2024 Summary:

Chie has a habit of fiddling with things. Yukiko is pretty sure she's not fully aware of it, but it's incredibly cute.

Oh, Yu and Yosuke are there too.

[seldomscilence16]

Whumptober Day 22:

"They never saw us coming, 'till they hit the floor."

Glass shard | Vehicular accident | "Watch out!"

Alt. Prompt: no.4 decoy

Fandom: Voltron

Prompts used: All

So this one is a little rushed as well, cause I wanted to put so much but needed to keep it short lol. Like with day 21 I tried to do angst with another character, but Lance still got most of it. I have too many headcanons dudes. Also the lyric was used like an inside joke, I will come up with a moment if someone asks lol.

TW for OC character death and like mentions of Lances near/death experiences.

…

Space was weird.

They all knew it, each new experience up here reminded them that their life was this crazy mess now. That they had to figure out how to face everything as it came at them, because it could mean the end of their lives or that of the universe if they didn't.

Lance knew this intimately, he'd looked death in the face a few times from different distances, had kissed him once for the briefest moment- though it left a chill in his bones even still. He wonders if Shiro has that chill sometimes, the man never seemed cold, but that didn't mean anything really.

He stares at the mess before him, ears ringing, cheek pressed against the cold floor- where was his helmet?- and shards of glass- the space equivalent anyway, he couldn't recall the name- scattered everywhere he looked. He moves his arm across the floor, the drag of something in his arm stinging something terrible, to help push himself up. He had things to do, he had to make sure the team was okay, there were bad guys to beat.

His body protests every movement, but as he gets his knees under him, gets his bearings, what he's supposed to be doing comes back to him like a hammer to the gut.

"Quiznack. Alright Lance, you have a job to do."

Standing is hard, but he handles it with a spite like determination, his helmet is nearby, the view screen cracked and pretty beat up, but necessary for his mission. The comms are wrecked, a squeal in his ear, static, a word or two, and more feedback than anything, he switches it off.

"Looks like I'm on my own." What's new?

He adjusts his armor, grimacing at the red color, so used to the familiar soothing blues, but it's temporary, it had a purpose. His wrist HUD is a little glitchy, and he finds a large shard of glass sticking out of his arm, but his directions are visible and the shard- shars probably- is fine for now. Something about pulling it out seems like a bad idea without bandages- a bitter thought about how his original armor definitely had bandages in it crosses his mind but he pushes it away.

"Alright, big bady shouldn't be far, just plug in the device, get his attention and run. You got this, you can handle this." The building- the one belonging to the overlord of this planet, the overlord they are trying to overthrow to free the people- is surprisingly neat and guard free as Lance makes his way through the halls towards the grid he's supposed to plug the device into. "Keith better appreciate this."

It's even more worrying to find the very important server room where the grid lays to also be unguarded, but he's gonna take what he can get. Once the little light on the device Pidge gave him turns green, he leaves the room, seals the door, and begins part 2.

"Alright, Mission pretending to be Keith to distract the bad guy is a go." He mumbles.

Pulling his bayard out he takes a deep breath, and runs.

Keith paces the length of his cell, fury burning in every nerve. He can't believe he got captured, and he wasn't even on a dang mission! He was just shopping! But he'd asked about Voltron- he just wanted to hear how they were doing- and someone had heard and suddenly he was being interrogated by some huge guy who hit like a quiznacking truck, and they wanted the Red Paladin, but Keith was a Blade now, Lance was the Blue-Turned-Red Paladin and he wouldn't freakin tell this snoz where Lance was.

But now he was alone, with at least a broken rib if the wheeze in his breathing meant anything, with no way out unless he could get this dang darn door to-

Open…

The door just, opened. No one outside of it, he hadn't done anything to it- besides kick it, but his foot just hurt from that so- and now it was-

"Don't have all day, dummy." A voice- oh so familiar- comes from the electric lock pad on the door, Pidges little gremlin hacker head laughing on the screen.

"Pidge, how did you guys even know I was here??" Keith steps out of his cell, looking around the deserted hallway.

"Kolivan noted your absence and didn't tell us he was worried, or to come find you, nope."

"And you guys came to find me? How'd you hack in remotely?" Keith is touched that not only did Kolivan contact his team for him, but that his team came for him at all.

"Keith, I will literally answer all your questions if you can get out of there alive. Lance is distracting the big guy-"

"What!? The really big dude that hits like a truck!?" Keith feels panic swirl in his aching gut, but Lance was probably distance fighting so it was fi-

"He'll be fine, he's being you, now get out of their numbskull."

"What do you mean, being me?"

"Seriously Kei-"

"Pidge! The guy has been looking for the Red Paladin, he beat the quiznack out of me for information. Please tell me Lance isn't-"

"Keith." Shiro's voice filters through the small speaker, "Get out of there, and Lance will follow the plan."

"The plan, Shiro please tell me you didn't purposefully send Lance-"

"He's the Decoy, because you are the Red Paladin Keith-"

"You did a whole damn show about how I definitely wasn't the Red Paladin anymore! Shiro this guy has no guards, he doesn't need them, tell me where Lance is or so help me-"

"Pidge-"

"No! You didn't tell us any of that!! Keith he's in the East wing of the building! Hurry! We lost contact after his pod entered the premises!"

"Shit!" Keith takes off down the hallway, telling his protesting body to shut up, he had to get to Lance!

Lance is beginning to think the universe is telling him something. Like yeah, it has been telling him a lot of things- he's working on it- but this 'always close to dying' thing was getting old. Like, he gets it, he sucks, but chill.

He ducks under another swing, keeping his breaths short as he bends, and comes up to shoot at the hulking aliens back. His skin sizzles and he roars, but he simply turns to come at Lance again.

"You've got issues dude." Lance pants, head spinning.

“Perhaps, but one will be taken care of as soon as I am through with you.” He growls back, taking Keith’s luxite blade from his waistband and raising the dagger threateningly.

Lance gives his own growl,

“That doesn’t belong to you.”

“What, are you going to take it?” He taunts, giving no time for a retort as he lunges.

Lance grits his teeth, his blaster changes last second, flashing into his sword form as he counters the downward strike, twisting just enough to fling the blade from a meaty hand, however, it does not stop the bulldozer from hitting Lance. He grunts, back hitting the wall, sword pinned between them.

“Your time is through, Red Paladin.”

“They never saw us coming,” Lance gives a bloody grin to the confused tyrant.

“‘Till they hit the floor.” Keith’s voice is a growl to join the club, his blade- now elongated- slashes across the aliens back.

Like Lance's shot, it only has the alien lashing out in anger, but Lance is free to join Keith.

“You were supposed to run.” The Cuban comments.

“And let you have all the fun?” Keith gives him a once over, glaring at their opponent angrily at the damage done, “Nice sword.”

“You’ve missed a lot.”

“Then let’s finish this sharpshooter, and you can tell me all about it!”

The battle is on once again, though this time they are on the offensive. Fighting side by side like they’d been doing it all their lives, their team would probably be shocked. Lances bayard changes forms fluidly, Keith hadn’t even known it could take so many for one Paladin, he really had missed a lot. They have the alien tyrant beat, he’s finally swaying on his feet, another blast to the knee and a cut to his ankle, has him going down hard.

“Ha! ‘Till they hit the floor!”

Lance's face, obscured by blood as it is, lights up in a way Keith realized he had missed very much. In the few video calls home he’d made during his time with the blade, the team had seemed different, Lance had stood on the edges, a frown on his lips that unsettled Keith. He never wanted this smile to leave the Cuban again. He moves closer, hand outstretched, to say something, when the smile falls,

“Watch out!”

Keith is shoved out of the way, as Lance takes the charging alien in his stead. Everything seems to blur as time slows and speeds forward at the same time somehow, Keith’s ears ring, his feet feel like he’s running through sludge, there’s a shout, a noise, the tumbling figures stop moving.

“LANCE!” He shoves at the lifeless form, dead weight taking all his might to roll off. There’s a smoldering hole between his eyes, and Lance is wheezing but alive.

“S’ry mullet, gonna need yer h’lp ag’n.”

“I got you, sharpshooter. Just stay with me.”

“Yer bad at math too.” His mumbles taper off, his eyes sliding closed.

Keith doesn’t remember getting him to the Castle, doesn’t recall getting him into a pod, but he's stationed before one now, refusing to leave Lance's side until it spits him out, because he knows Lance hates them. Shiro, or rather his lookalike, is in stasis in another pod, Lotor too even further apart from the Cuban. Things had gone to shit, but they could handle it… together.

[den-of-the-jadewizard]

Whumptober: Day Four: I see the danger, it's written there in your eyes

A/N: YOU TAKE THE MOON AND YOU TAKE THE MOON AND YOU TAKE THE MOON AND YOU TAKE THE MOON AND YOU TAKE THE MOON AND YOU TAKE THE MOON AND YOU TAKE THE-

Or Moon gets some bad news and Rivulet has to do something they really don't want to do.

It was an average cycle...at least for Ruffles.

Water flooded into Moon's systems, willingly this time as her cooling system tried to keep up with the pure overwhelming anxiety she felt. It honestly felt like she was having the iterator equivalent of a panic attack right then. Her systems hitched, a low buzzing emanating from her puppet.

Something crawled into her lap, she flinched but quickly realized that it was Ruffles. She clung tightly to them as they made strange sounds of what could be attempts at comforting her. Eventually the panic subsided, and she lessened her grip.

Ruffles stayed on her lap for a while longer, looking up at her, they seemed a bit worried about her still. Clearly whatever that was could not have been good for her. A lot of things weren't.

"I'm fine, Ruffles," She lied, "You don't have to worry."

One of their brows raised, doubt on their face. Moon paused, anxiety biting her once more, but she buried it down. She couldn't tell them what she knew, what she just found out today. It would break their heart; she couldn't let it happen.

"It's okay," she said, attempting to more convince herself rather than them.

It would be fine. They would be long gone before it became an issue to her.

They still didn't seem to believe her, however they squirmed out of her grip, moving to the far side of the island, where they kept some left-over fruits for dinner. They slowly munched on the fruit, Ruffles doing anything slow was unusual, and Moon has never seen anyone eat so anxiously before.

Oh, Ruffles...

She froze, something catching her optics, hot pink lurking near her chamber, she silently alerted Ruffles to it as well in case of it being a predator. Both stared out of the chamber's damaged hull, waiting for it to show itself.

To their surprise, it was an overseer. However, it was one Moon had not recognized. It hadn't belonged to anyone of her local group, it was quite unusual to see an overseer so far from its iterator as well.

It was quite mysterious really.

"H-hello, I do not recognize who you are from, overseer," She stuttered a bit, "I suppose there is not much here for you or who is watching behind your lens. My coms have been down for quite some time as well."

The overseer took this information in, nodding strictly in affirmation, then it looked to Ruffles who was cocking their head to the side like a confused lizard pup. The overseer made a strange warbling noise, to which the slugcat perked up at, chirping at it.

It made sounds and they replied, it was clear they understood one another somehow. Moon watched them chatter with one another, musing that someone else from other far lands had somehow made a translator for these creatures. 

She had to admit that she was slightly jealous of its ability to communicate with slugcats. It would be practical if not at least recreative to understand them.

The overseer nudged itself towards Moon while warbling what sounded like a question. It took a moment for Ruffles to reply, but then they suddenly dropped to the floor making mock explosion noises.

Moon pondered this interaction for a whole minute, but then it clicked, it wondered what had happened to her.

"I've suffered a total structural collapse due to a... drought that had occurred some time ago," She rattled off numerous damages, as well as error codes they would find interesting if they could decode it.

The overseer nodded at her, seeming to understand the graveness of her state, then it looked to Ruffles again with a sound. They perked up at whatever it said to them, they gazed back and forth from Moon to it several times, before they warbled in awe and asked something.

It nodded at them, then it said something that made them flinch in response. The world itself seemed to slow as they stood there wide eyed, it seemed it wasn't anything good that was said.

It looked at Moon again almost morosely, then the overseer almost threw itself to the side to avoid a rock that was chucked at it. 

Both it and Moon stared as Ruffles heaved, their slick fur bristling and their body writhing in apparent agitation. Then they got in front of Moon; arms outstretched in defense of her.

The overseer made another sound, placating.

Ruffles snarled at it.

It said another word before it turned and left them both.

They panted for a moment, lingering for a bit longer before trudging back to Moon and laying against her side. Ruffles sighed grumpily.

What could've possibly gotten into them? Moon pondered. What did it say that incurred such wrath in them? Maybe she would never know, but it was clear it was not good, and it had upset them greatly. She placed comforting hand against their back.

"Ruffles... The cycle is almost over. It's not safe here, you should take shelter."

They only huffed in response.

Moon hummed. They could stay a few minutes more she supposed.

...

Her systems shuttered, metaphorical heart dropping when she got the news from her status report. No... this couldn't be happing, and so soon? Now? Was this some sick joke the ancients were playing on her?

She thought she had more time, but she didn't.

It was too late now.

Moon sat there on her little island. On the outside she seemed calm, but she was screaming on the inside. She was almost as terrified as the time she was when she collapsed. It should've been expected really at some point, it was a long time coming for her.

She just couldn't believe after all this time, and after everything that this would happen.

The sound of something splashing into the water broke her out of her stupor. Ruffles approached her island, carrying a pearl for her to read.

Moon tried to ignore how she felt as she automatically rattled on what was written on the pearl. It almost worked, she could almost forget, almost pretend that she wouldn't-

She screeched in pain as her sight flashed red with errors, her puppet convulsing on the floor in a seizure, pearl left forgotten on the ground. Ruffles rushed towards her, franticly whining in concern. Moon just laid there even after gaining reason back, she numbly gazed at them for long while. Eventually she sat up, gazing down at her island.

"I'm not okay," She admits finally, dragging circles in the sand with her digits. "I didn't want to tell you...that everything you did was for nothing and I..."

She sighed, resting her hands on her knees.

"I'm dying, Ruffles."

The admission went through them like bolt of lightning, the whole world stopped and seemed to spin at the same time, their heart had clearly shattered, like a cyan lizard smashing through a glass pane.

Ruffles cocked their head to the side, wabbling franticly like a drowning creature, a question she knew without words.

Why!?

Moon was reluctant to say, avoiding their gaze. She didn't want to, but she knew they wouldn't just let this go. Finally, she relented.

"You know how Pebbles is sick?" She started, "And how you gave me that power orb from him? Some of his sickness snuck onto it before you got there..." She trailed off.

Ruffles paused, thinking in concentration as they mulled over her words, trying to understand what she meant.

Their legs bucked underneath themselves sending them onto their haunches, horror washed over all of their features as they stared at nothing, chest rising and falling rapidly in apparent hyperventilation, the realization had stuck them with an unrelenting terror.

Ruffles had killed Moon.

Inadvertently.

"It's not your fault, Ruffles!" Moon pleaded, "It's not your fault."

They slowly moved their gaze up to stare at her, horror still etched onto their face.

"I didn't want you to know...to grieve me and morn. I simply thought...I thought I had more time."

Ruffles limbs grew slack, shoulders slumping as their expression grew grave. They then did a gesture with their hands, small fingers flexing back and forth.

How long do you have left?

"I feel the strain in my systems is a more aggressive and faster growing version of Pebble's rot. Perhaps it had adapted to his attempts to rid himself of it..." She cut her musings off with a sigh, an estimate coming to her in quick fashion, "Five cycles at most."

For the third time this cycle another shock smashed into them. That was not very long at all, considering how quick cycles seemed to be now a days.

"I- it's not safe here, Ruffles...you should leave-"

The slugcat lunged and buried themselves into her arms. They made heart wrenching whines as they held on tight to the iterator. Moon couldn't help but break down as well holding on to them just as tightly and for the first time in a long while...

She cried over the tragedy of it all.

...

The next few cycles were spent awkwardly.

Ruffles refused to leave Moon's side till the rain came once again and they had to part. Moon reasoned that even when she died, that they still wouldn't leave till the rot had consumed every inch of her and leave nothing left to morn.

The thought was heartbreaking enough on its own.

They grieved of course until they're tears were spent, then they sat in the silence trying to enjoy what was left of their time together. There were moments where they could just pretend everything was fine, that they would always see each other on the next cycle. Joy was had rarely as the thought of it all ending soon always damped it, snuffing it out quick as it happened.

There were times where Moon caught Ruffles staring at her strangely, as if they were pondering about something.

Then on the last cycle it happened again, this time very early as well. They stared at Moon again, but this time it was different, she could tell. That look unnerved her greatly, she couldn't place why. As the gaze continued to bore down on her, her biological side screamed at her that this wasn't right, her logical side concluded her feelings however.

Ruffles was staring at her like a predator, her body treating them like they were a threat to her wellbeing.

They started to breath heavily all of sudden, their tiny fists balling as they glared at the ground. It was all concerning.

"R-Ruffles...?" She stuttered out, nervousness clear on her tone.

They sighed hard, body unclenching and after a moment they suddenly looked up at her again, this time their expression was determined anger, as if they had steeled themselves for a hard task that had to be done.

As they slowly approached her, Moon writhed backing as far away from them as arm would let her, soon her legs futilely kicked across the sand unable to gain more ground from them.

"Ruffles, you're scaring me!" She claimed, "What are you-!"

They went around her till they stood behind her, staring at her back where her wires were.

"No! You shouldn't go back there it's-"

Ruffles grabbed one of her wires and yanked as hard as they could.

Moon screamed, warnings flashed into her mind, the pain overwhelmed all and any senses, it was one of the worst pains she had ever felt, and she had suffered much agony before.

When she came back from the blinding pain, she found herself on the floor, tears blurring her optics. Ruffles stood there next to her, one of her cords dislodged entirely in their hands, they let it drop to the floor and gave her a sympathetic glance before getting behind her again and grabbing another wire.

"Don't-!"

They yanked another out sending her back into the agony again.

In a pain induced panic, she lunged at the slugcat, intending to stop them at all costs, but it was clear Ruffles was far stronger than her and after a quick struggle she found herself pinned to the ground.

They laid on her back, their hands and feet pinning her limbs down, tail slapped upon her head, preventing all and any movement.

As she felt their teeth sink into the next wire, the horrible realization that there was nothing she could do washed over Moon like the rain. She could do nothing but scream and writhe under the torment her friend was causing to her.

She felt utterly helpless.

"W-hy...doing-doing this-s-s?" She stuttered out, voice horse and glitching out, "Ru-ru-ffles...please-se-se..."

The pain was started to fade, dulling as the errors quickly became less frequent as well, eventually stopping altogether, she would've found it strange if the pain and grief didn't eat her alive.

The last thing Moon felt was Ruffles sinking their teeth into the final cord on her back, then nothing.

...

The first thought that came to Moon was that she did not expect to ever wake again after all of that...

All of that?

She stilled when the memories came flooding back, the sight of Ruffles standing on the far side of the island filling her with anger.

"YOU!!!"

Moon pointed an accusatory finger at them, they flinched under her gaze, almost shrinking. Despite the lingering ache of her body, she furiously made her way towards them to give them a piece of her mind.

"HOW COULD YOU!?" She demanded.

With every step she took, Ruffles took another one back, till eventually they slipped and fell backwards into the water. They quickly rightened themselves to glance guiltily at Moon and then avoid her gaze.

She continued to approach them, screaming.

"I TRUSTED YOU! AND-"

She could feel as if she were about to cry but her mood snapped, mild surprise overcoming her as she noticed the feeling of cool water up to her neck. She glanced down, she was in the water.

What...?

But how? Her arm couldn't reach that far...unless.

Moon looked behind her and everything that happened became clear to her.

Her umbilical cord lay on the island barren and empty. She wasn't attached to it anymore.

How could this be?

Ruffles warbled next to her worriedly.

"...That's what they suggested, wasn't it?"

The lack of answer said everything she needed to know.

[oriorchids]

day four - no-holds-barred beatdown (alt prompt)

When you go through the same house time and time again, you start to get ruthlessly efficient. Your party notices.

[rose-of-pollux]

Title: Lamentations Fandom: The Legend of Zelda [BOTW/TOTK] Rating: K Summary: [Post-TOTK] Peace is restored to Hyrule for good, but Sidon and Zelda are united in the losses they have shared.

For @whumptober Day 4: Alt prompt: Survivor's Guilt

[queernoob]

Whumptober 2024 - Day 4!

Alt prompts: "communication barrier", "friendly fire"

"He looked around as she was, at the chaos the Tusken Raiders had left in their wake. His eyes rested on Teelo still speaking with the Twi’lek boy that’d lost his family and he, too, wondered how the Empire could be so indifferent..."

Second fic for Whumptober! No spoilers for my main fics in this one, so new reader friendly!

[whumptober]

Event Rules and Info

Please read this post before you send an ask!

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.

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Multifaceted

Also on A03 [140w] @foxquinweek - day 4: asexual/aromatic character & quote-altprompt 7: "why do you love me"

When the GAR Commanders find out that Fox is dating Quinlan Vos, they are supportive but confused. Why would Fox choose Vos of all people, when the Jedi is an amalgamation of all the traits he finds most irritating in his brothers?

Fox has to admit that they have a point. Quinlan can be relentlessly cheerful, clingy, unpredictable, infuriatingly sarcastic. More than once on bad days he has had to ask the Jedi to givehim space before he says something he will regret later.

But Quinlan is far more than just that. On duty, he is focused, competent, pragmatic, slightly terrifying. Off duty, he is perceptive, considerate, engaging… fun. Quinlan can read him better than anyone else he knows.

Fox loves Quinlan for all that he is. And Fox loves Quinlan for the way that he allows Fox to be all that he is.

[piplupfluffwritingstuff2]

Whumptober 2024

No. 1- Race Against the Clock

No. 2- Trust Issues | Amusement Park

No. 3- Set Up For Failure

No. 4- Hypnosis

No. 5- Heatstroke

No. 6- Not Realizing They're Injured | "It's Not My Blood"

No. 7- Only For Emergencies | Unconventional Weapon

No. 8- Sleep Deprivation

No. 9- Obsession

No. 10- Slurred Words | "I Can't Think Straight"

No. 11- Seeing Double

No. 12- "Just A Little More"

No. 13- Team as a Family

No. 14- Left for Dead | Hunting Gear

No. 15- Painful Hug | "I did good, right?"

No. 16- "No, I Can't Feel Anything"

No. 17- Shipwrecked

No. 18- Revenge

No. 19- Blood Trail | Abandoned Cabin

No. 20- "It's Not Your Fault"

No. 21- (Altprompt) Secrets Revealed

No. 22- Bleeding Through Bandages | Reopening Wounds | “Oh, That’s Not Good”

No. 23- Forced Choice | Public Display | “I’m Doing This for You” (Lucien)

No. 24- (Altprompt) Motion Sickness

No. 25- Stitches

No. 26- Breakfast Table

No. 27- Voiceless | Laboratory (Lucien)

No. 28- (Altprompt) Venom

No. 29- Labyrinth

No. 30- Recovery | Hospital Bed | Holding Back Tears

No. 31- Asking for Help

Badges!!!!!!!

[clintbartonruinedmylife]

Whumptober 2023 - Masterlist

Day 1 - How many fingers am I holding up?

Day 2 - Thermometer

Day 3 - Make it stop

Day 4 - Cattle prod

Day 5 - Debris

Day 6 - It should have been me

Day 7 - Alleyway

Day 8 - Outnumbered

Day 9 - Mistaken identity

Day 10 - Broken phone, Stranded

Day 11 - Animal trap, captivity, no one will find you

Day 12 - Insomnia

Day 13 - Infection, I don't feel so good

Day 14 - Aftermath of failure (altprompt)

Day 15 - I'm fine

Day 16 - Would you lie with me and just forget the world

Day 17 - Collar, Leavve me alone

Day 18 - Blindfolded, Tortured for information

Day 19 - Panic

Day 20 - Found family

Day 21 - Restraints

Day 22 - Glass shards, Vehicular accident

Day 23 - Stalking

Day 24 - Goodbye note

Day 25 - They're not breathing

Day 26 - Working to exhaustion, You look awful

Day 27 - Scars, Let me see

Day 28 - You'll have to go through me

Day 29 - Troubled past resurfacing

Day 30 - Bridal carry

Day 31 - Setbacks