#extra long post

[ljblueteak]

"And if he ever finds a friend who's willing to put up with his crap, he'll be lucky. Until he drives them away, too."

"I'll see what I can do."

The Social Contract, 5x17. Screencap part 1 here

[phoenixkaptain]

A story like Thousand Autumns is very subtle in its romance.

Shen Qiao has only ever known his sect. He knows it very well, because of this fact. He knows the people, he knows the rules, he knows the daily doings and who is doing them. He knows every blade of grass and every stone. He’s like a lonely mountain flower, on the highest peak, unseen by any but a few birds and unknowing that there’s more it might never know.

When he finds himself away from his sect for the first time, he’s confused. At most, he’s gone to the base of the mountain, maybe the fields surrounding that, but no further. The flower was plucked and tossed aside.

For a man stumbling blindly in the world, literally and figuratively, there really isn’t a better guide than one that knows just about everything. And that’s, without a doubt, Yan Wushi.

Yan Wushi has lived longer than Shen Qiao, has been more places than Shen Qiao, and has fought more battles than Shen Qiao. Yan Wushi is the perfect example of something out of reach even for someone out of reach. He’s the only one who could answer any questions asked of him, but especially the questions that Shen Qiao would want to ask him.

And there’s no question in my mind that Yan Wushi doesn’t fall for Shen Qiao at first sight, but he’s certainly attracted to him. Not in an overtly sexual or emotional way, but Yan Wushi, the way his character is set up? It’s impossible for him not to be fascinated by Shen Qiao.

He knows Shen Qiao is the very picture of a peerless immortal. He’s well aware that Shen Qiao is considered untouchable by even the people closest to Shen Qiao. He’s most aware that Shen Qiao is Qi Fengge’s (coughhndisputedcough) favourite disciple, and honestly that’s enough for him to overwhemingly want to mess with Shen Qiao.

There are a lot of reasons for Yan Wushi to fall for Shen Qiao. Most of the people in the novel fall for Shen Qiao, after all, there is a precedent.

But the one I’ve seen questioned is Shen Qiao’s affection for Yan Wushi. Where does it come from? When did it start? Does Shen Qiao even fucking like that asshole?

The easy answer is: yes, he does. The novel tells us that. Shen Qiao, despite everything, does fall for Yan Wushi’s, um, “charms” in the end. This is made clear.

But why? A thousand voices cry out. Why the fuck would any reasonable person like Yan goddamn Wushi in any capacity?

Well, there’s your first mistake. Shen Qiao is not a reasonable person.

Shen Qiao as a character is absolutely terrifying. He could absolutely destroy the world given half the inclination, but he just doesn’t want to. He’s already considered unmatched before he’s pushed unceremoniously off of a mountain, and his journey only increases his strength. He isn’t quite equal to Yan Wushi, but he’s the only person Yan Wushi ever sees as equal to himself.

Shen Qiao’s best and worst trait is his patience. He’s unwavering. He really just embodies taoism, especially as it’s presented in the novels. He is the picture of a river that doesn’t stray from its path.

Which is why it’s hard for him to reconcile his own attraction to Yan Wushi, but let’s all be clear here. Yan Wushi absolutely starts seducing Shen Qiao on day fucking one. If he could’ve (if Qi Fengge hadn’t been there) he would’ve tried to eat that cabbage when it was just a little sprout. Shen Qiao is unpracticed in most social interactions, to be frank, but he’s especially unused to romance and Yan Wushi really is his first introduction to being hit on.

Yan Wushi is far from good, at really any point, to anybody but especially to Shen Qiao. But that doesn’t particularly matter because Shen Qiao chooses to forgive him, again and again. And I really think, after giving Shen Qiao to a confirmed terrible, awful person who has already promised to do terrible thing to Shen Qiao, that Shen Qiao himself wouldn’t forgive literally anyone else for doing that. And he shouldn’t, because it was really fucked up, but that still doesn’t matter because Shen Qiao ultimately DOES forgive Yan Wushi.

What am I saying? I’m saying that Shen Qiao fell for Yan Wushi first. It is the only way the story makes any sense. Shen Qiao is annoyed at him, he’s furious at him, he’s so fucking pissed he could kill that man, but he likes him. He likes Yan Wushi’s company. He likes that Yan Wushi gives him a challenge. He’s exasperated, but he likes it.

Shen Qiao forgives Yan Wushi SO MANY TIMES. Yan Wushi humiliates him and mocks him and is the absolute worst, but Shen Qiao forgives him and more than that, Shen Qiao always is waiting for Yan Wushi to come back to bother him more.

Is there more to Shen Qiao’s attraction? Probably. Is it a daddy kink? It could be. But I honestly can’t help but read it as Shen Qiao falling for the absolute pits of a man that is Yan Wushi. Shen Qiao likes that old bastard and decides to spend the rest of his life with the fucker and he is just too much of a block of ice to show it.

[aealrizen]

It was hard for Whip to watch the teen girl run from them, eventually getting lost between the buildings at the edge of the rice fields. He could track her. It would be easy to do so. Just switch his vision to x-ray and heat sensitive, and modify his hearing. He could easily catch her and bring her back to ask her questions.

But he wouldn’t. Midas seemed to think it would just make things worse, and had opted to let her go. So Whip would follow that decision, even if he didn’t quite understand it. Midas had been so ready to abandon the retrieval of the tokomov reactor in favor of following a lead once before. Yet perhaps it was because the lead was a person this time that he chose to respect their free will to leave.

Or maybe it was just because Midas already had too much information flooding his mind to handle, and didn’t want any more until later. It took several minutes of him just resting his forehead against Ian’s chest, keeping his eyes closed as he tried to filter through the torrent of pseudo memories that had been pulled to the front of his mind. Getting them categorized again and tucked away in their proper places. By the time Midas pulled back, eyes blinking, Whip had given up on being a sentry and had taken to fishing Midas’ and Ian’s shoes out of the water, dumping a small carp back into the pond when he turned one over.

“...Are you alright?” Ian asked softly, keeping his hands on Midas’ shoulders as he started looking around slightly. The question prompted Midas to look up instead of at the water, and he still had a slight squint.

“Yeah,” Midas assured, giving a small nod and blinking a few times before relenting and putting his hand back to his temple. “Just a headache,” he explained as support to his claim. “...Sometimes… I guess it’s like a box gets tipped over in my head. I have all these memories, but they don’t really feel like memories to me. Not like Whip’s memories did to him. And they sometimes contradict each other. Like telling me that a person is my sister, but also my aunt or something. And this time it just… happened all at once.”

The explanation was somewhat confusing at first, but the more Midas described what happened the more Ian was able to make a connection. “...The migraines you used to get,” Ian noted after nodding slowly in sudden realization. “When we first picked you up. Those were caused by the same thing?”

It took Midas a second to realize what Ian was talking about, but he was quick to remember the first half a year he’d been with the Sector 1109 people. He’d been snappy, and reclusive, and sometimes found curled up in the darkest corner he could find with his eyes closed and head covered by his arms. “Yeah. It happened a lot more often after I first woke up. But eventually I was able to categorize things? Kind of lock them away as data in the background instead of active memories,” he confirmed with a nod, rubbing his temple slightly.

“So that girl… made some of the data resurface?” Whip asked, semi satiating his own curiosity by bringing Midas’ attention back to the girl they’d bumped into, and using similar vocabulary as him.

Midas went quiet for a stretch, turning to look where the girl had run. Was that someone else looking at them? He didn’t recognize them, but they had a similar wide hat. Maybe they were just another worker that was wondering what all the commotion was about. Maybe they should leave before they caused anymore trouble. “...Meri…. I think her name is Meri, but I’m not completely sure. She’s… older than I have in my head. But there’s a lot of images of a little girl that looks a lot like her. W-... She-... Something about a stuffed bear. She always had it with her. But now she doesn’t.”

He was raising his hands to his head again, eyes pressing closed as trying to think too much caused the headache to get worse. It wasn’t something that Ian thought would be an easy solution, and he didn’t want Midas to end up feeling sick if the headache did devolve into a migraine. So he rose his hand again to rest on Midas’ back to start directing him away from the rice fields. “C’mon. Let’s go find some shade to sit under and take a break. We need our shoes to dry off too,” he prompted, gently guiding them towards the nearest set of trees he could see. They were a short ways from the edge of the rice fields, amidst a field of wildflowers and grass. Midas seemed to be affected by the sunlight a little more than usual, so Ian figured the shade would help.

“...You dropped your shoes in the water?” Midas asked, a mild teasing snicker in his voice as he followed Ian’s direction and sluggishly made his way out of the water canals.

“It was either that or watch you face plant in the water,” Ian countered, expressing what his thoughts had been at the moment. He’d honestly been worried Midas would get dizzy enough to lose his balance, or possibly completely pass out with the way he’d suddenly reacted.

Midas gave a snort of amusement that suddenly went quiet as Ian’s words sank in. So he cared more about him than the shoes possibly getting ruined by fish water? That was… nice to know. It caused a faint smile to pull at Midas’ mouth.

With the size of the rice fields it took them more than twenty minutes to reach the edge of them. And the walk was slowed even more for a moment as Midas and Ian both gingerly hobbled across the pebble strewn dirt pathway that prevented the meadow from invading the crop fields. Once they were back in the grass it was easier though, and Midas let the grass brush against his fingertips as the wind created waves in the foliage and tugged his hair. It smelled different from the rice fields. A faintly sweet scent that was calming along with the breeze. The smell of plants never faded. But the scent of flowers was different from the water, and the peaceful scenery helped his mind start to settle again. A slight rustle of grass and tree leaves caused him to close his eyes, his steps slowing slightly as he simply enjoyed the environment. It felt familiar. A bittersweet peace that was broken by the faint call of someone in the distance.

“Midas?”

That was his name, but not Whip or Ian who said it. A voice in the semi distance that caused Midas’ heart to skip a beat even as his throat closed slightly. Whip and Ian definitely heard it as well, their forms quickly shifting to face the source of the questioning shout and Whip’s hand subconsciously resting on the hilt of his sword.

And yet, once again, Midas raised a hand to still them for reasons he couldn’t explain, his body feeling suddenly weighed down as he also turned to the source of the shout. There was a man running towards them. A white swallow tail lab coat denoting his profession in medicine and biology. A symbol of status that was starkly contrasted by the presence of house slippers on his feet. But what caught Whip and Ian’s attention the most was the man’s features.

“MIDAS!”

A red haired man, the same shade as Midas’ own hair, was sprinting towards them, feet stumbling on the uneven ground. He barely slowed when he reached the three, keeping from knocking Midas over completely as he threw his arm around the lad in a smothering embrace. Yet Ian noticed the hold held a sense of fragile tenderness to it, as though the man were afraid he might hurt Midas by something as simple as a hug that was too rough. And while Ian and Whip were raising brows in confusion, Midas had frozen stiff in barely comprehending shock. Seeing the man’s face briefly before he’d hugged him had been like looking in a mirror; one that showed a few decades in the future with added glasses. And yet Midas found it was increasingly more difficult to breathe at no fault of the man’s tender yet all encompassing hold. His foreign yet eerily familiar voice quieted into sobbed words Midas couldn’t remember being stored in his mind prior to now.

“T’thank heavens! You’re alive-...”

The man was both laughing and sobbing as he spoke, pulling back only to cup both hands on Midas cheeks and look at him through his tears. Midas could feel the man’s whole frame shaking, both from exertion from running and from emotion. Tears saturated his cheeks even as they were squished by an overjoyed smile.

“My little Midas…”

The simple phrase caused Midas to feel like he was choking on his own esophagus, his frame unconsciously leaning forward slightly. And yet his expression was only a blank stare in lack of understanding. The vague answers to the misty cloud of questions in his mind beating against a wall that prevented them from being known by his conscious memory. He felt petrified. Unable to think of how to respond to what was happening since no coherent thought was able to present itself. Just a blank haze of emptiness only filled by a question and a statement.

Who are you?

I know you.

He was unable to even attempt to trigger any potential memories though. An attempt to further study the man’s face was continually thwarted as the man leaned forward to kiss his forehead, then hug him again, then kiss his temple then cheek. He was very affectionate, and half of Midas found it very odd. But what was more odd was that even though Midas couldn’t place a single memory of this man, the gestures of care still felt like they belonged. Like they’d happened before.

Who was this person? 

Midas didn’t know. But he also couldn’t bring himself to ask because it felt so wrong to even consider doing so. As though the mere words would break this man’s spirit irreparably. Which only reinforced Midas’ thoughts that he should know this man, but didn’t.

His thoughts were inevitably distracted by realizing his own cheeks were damp. A shaking hand raising to his face as he was once again pulled into a tight hug made Midas realize it was because of his own tears. His body was crying despite having no prompting from his mind. Fresh, fat tears spilling from openly staring eyes and fingers shaking as the man’s frame shuddered with choked but elated sobs. It was a longer hug this time, and Midas’ nose was pressed against the man’s shoulder as the man’s hand moved to rest on the back of his head. The scent of the man’s figure inevitably became a smothering blanket to block out the rest of the ambience around Midas. A smell that made Midas’ chest ache from the comfort and heartache it brought. A familiarity that his heart knew but his mind didn’t. As though the words had been stolen from his memories but not the emotions.

Midas let out a confused, choked sob as he gave up on his mind and allowed himself to react completely on his emotions this time. Raising his shaking hands to return the hug and hesitantly gripping the white fabric of the coat, Midas hid his face into the man’s shoulder and let out a choked yet soft mixture between a laugh and a sob.

As Midas became lost in the whirlwind of complete lack of coherent thought smothered by overwhelming emotions, Whip ended up distracted by another approaching figure. One that was familiar to him. It was a shock to see her there, but after the initial surprise faded Whip gave her a wry smile. “So this is where you were hiding, Crystal,” Whip greeted, finding his anxiousness strangely calmed by the sight of one who had helped him so many times in the past.

“Yep. It’s ironically the last place people think to look,” Crystal responded, nodding her head in her own greeting while her hands remained loosely tucked in empty pockets. She decided against catching up with Whip though, putting that conversation aside for later and instead turning her gaze to Midas as he peeked his eyes over the shoulder he was buried in.

“Hey babe. It’s good to see you again,” Crystal greeted, her voice softening and expression growing slightly sorrowful as Midas’ own expression lacked recognition. “You can’t remember anything, can you?” she asked, gaining a slight smile when Midas looked faintly panicked at her pointing out what he’d subconsciously thought about trying to hide. “It’s okay. We had a hunch. I’m just surprised you ended up with these two,” Crystal consoled, turning her gaze back to Whip and Ian. “It’s funny, because I almost tried to contact you for a rescue mission a while ago. For the same kid.”

By now Whip was used to Crystal not starting from the beginning when talking about events, and he could only shake his head with a wry smile. “You gonna get around to telling us who this guy is? Or are we going to have to play guessing games instead of bodyguards like you initially wanted?” he asked, shifting his hand that had never left the hilt of his sword to let Crystal know he was uneasy with this stranger smothering his friend.

Luckily for both of them, the man realized the pieces of the situation he’d initially glossed over and gave a sheepish cough while reluctantly straightening slightly. “Sorry,” he apologized quickly, raising a hand to rub his eye under his glasses but still remaining reluctant to fully let Midas go. “I was… overwhelmed. Thank you, so much, for taking care of Midas and bringing him back.” For a moment he bowed his head low in gratitude, shifting Midas to the side before rising again and wrapping Midas close to his side this time. “I’m Hesopher Clandel. Midas’ father.”

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Extra long post again because I wanted 2 pics for this one but I didn't want to spoil by having that 2nd pic on the top of a post X'D

I finally reached the scene that motivated me writing this entire story |D It feel so strange to reach that goal, but I can officially say that Midas' daddo is still alive and well, and full of hugs and kisses.

[thecrowperson]

Kaidou manga panels I like: (pt 160)

Delusions of Grandeur: feat. imagination Saiki, delinquents and Hyakkimaru

From: vol 8 ch 84

[rubybloodhound]

Double tap a and you can hover across

[bigskycastle]

school project, some drawings for my pretend game about a housefly girl called musca and her adventures in some creepy&wet place

[xx-obliviousfantasy-xx]

Movie or tv show where a protagonist (MC), Keeps dodging the love proposal of people by being like "I'm queer" and "I only am really interested in [insert really obscure, hyper specific type of person]" and everyone is like "ohhhh I'm so sorry I totally understand"

But then their friends set them up with someone (LI) who checks all the boxes and the protagonist is like "Oh wow they're perfect!" And then they go on a date and it's perfect and they loved it and they wanna do it again...but they still don't feel those feelings they think they should be feeling, really??

But regardless, they keep hanging out and going on dates I guess

And they eventually do move in together because

1) LIVING ALONE IN THE CITY??? IN THIS ECONOMY???

And

2) They really enjoy each other's company

And then like...the LI tries to make out with the MC or something but the MC is like "Uhh actually I've never really kissed anyone before???" And the LI is like "Oh it's okay. UHHH I can show you?"

And then they do but the MC is just like REALLY bored and not into it. And the LI can tell and the MC is just like "Oh sorry I'm just really tired right now" and then LI is like "oh...that's okay"

And then they go to sleep in their respective rooms

And then MC is just like...fucking hurt that they clearly hurt LI bc they weren't interested in it at all and confused. Because they like cuddling with LI? They like holding hands??? They like going on dates???

They try to initiate it a couple other times (very awkward timing every time) but they don't really feel a spark. Eventually they turn to the internet like

"Why don't I like kissing people?" And the internet is like "Idk dude but it's normal :)" and MC is like "Hmmm okay. "

And they bring this up with their partner and LI is like "Oh...okay. Well we don't have to. Do you want me to stop kissing you???"

And MC is like "Well, it wasn't so bad when you kissed my cheek those couple times??? I'm okay with that??? Just not too much"

And LI says "Okay. I'll keep that in mind"

But then like...MC walks in on LI changing and is like "Ohhhh shit sorry-" and goes to walk out

And LI says "It's totally fine"

And MC is like "Ohhhh okay" and then continues to talk to LI about what they wanted to talk about. And then leaves

And then LI starts actually a little cold for the next couple days and MC is really fucking confused and like "Hey did I do something wrong???"

And LI walks up to them and asks, "...Are you cheating on me?"

And MC, hurt and a little taken aback, quickly shakes their head and wavers their hands "No! Of course not? Why would you think that?"

"I literally gave you a free invitation the other day and you didn't do anything??? I'm fact I've been dropping hints like asking you about certain lingerie and suggesting movies and-"

"Oh! I'm sorry...I didn't realize? I don't really think about doing that stuff with you, I'm sorry. "

Li's face scrunches up and they start to cry a bit "Oh. Are you just...not attracted to me then?"

"That's not true!!! I think you're really pretty and attractive!"

'But are you attracted to me"

"...Is there a difference?"

"Yes. When you see me without clothes, do you feel anything?"

"I feel...what I always feel???"

"...I need some time"

And then LI locks themself in their room

And MC is left CONFUSED

So MC starts trying to figure out wtf is going on and then they come across the word "Asexual" and the MC is like "...huh?" Then the MC reads up on it and they come across the word "Aromantic" and they're like "HUUUUUHHH?!?" And MC finds out there's actually an Aspec group that's meeting to play their favorite version of Dungeons & Dragons, IN THEIR CITY. So they go find that group, who plays at the local library because I like libraries!!!

"Can I join?" MC asks

One of the members speaks up, saying Oh, sorry, this is kind of a closed group"

But the leader is stops the member, "Wait no, you're the one who messaged me, right? Who isn't exactly sure yet?"

"Uhh yeah"

"Join Us! We can talk about it while we play! By the way, are you a fan of cake? [insert player] brought a lot of cupcakes for today. We've got other snacks to though if you're not into sweets."

The MC happily takes some and then they play D&D while talking about what it means to be aspec, differences in orientations and what it can look like for others, how it doesn't mean you're broken, some inside jokes, etc.

By the end, MC is like 99% confident. They thank the group and then they go "Hey btw why is there so much cake and chocolate today? And did you notice that there's so many sales going on today ? Like I got my coffe buy one get one free-"

"Dude it's totally valentined Day-"

"Oh fuck- I got to go."

MC rushes home (really late btw) to talk to LI, who...is waiting in a really interesting outfit with a bunch of makeup and new. Hair and music and candles, everything.

MC sighs heavily saying "We need to talk"

LI's face drops and they burst into tears "I knew it. I knew it. You're not attracted to me. You no longer have feelings for me. I can't bel5 i'm getting broken up with on Valentine's Day of all days"

MC rushes to LI's side and tries to comfort them "No, no. That's not it. I mean...Uhg. No. That's not it. Don't cry. You'll stain your quilt. Let's go into the living room. I brought cake!"

So MC and Li head to the living room, Li has put on a large shirt over themselves at this point because it's actually real fucking cold because the pair lives in fucking canada. Anyways -

"Li, look... I enjoy your company so much. You are so amazing and I want you to be in my life forever. However...you need to know something. It's recent. And it will explain all of my behavior. I need to come clean"

LI is already looking really hurt, bracing for the reveal that MC was cheating the entire time

"I think...I am asexual? And Aromantic? Aroace is what think it was called-"

"...what?"

"It means-"

"Nononono I know what it means. I just...how come I didn't know? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I just didn't know until today, really. I went to a meeting today and after talking to them, I realized."

"...That's why you wanted to stop kissing."

"Yeah"

"AND THAT'S -" LI looks down at themself "Oh my fucking god I'm so sorry!"

"It's okay! It's okay! For the record k think you look beautiful! It just... doesn't do anything for me"

"Oh my god...."

"...Does this mean you want to move out now?"

"Are you fucking crazy? Of course not. You're the only person I've ever actually ENJOYED living with. I'm relieved, honestly. I thought something was wrong with me"

"No, you're perfect. Its just...me"

"Phew. Okay. I'm so happy for you!!!!"

The two of them hug

MC pulls back and looks at Li "...Can we still cuddle?"

"Yeah, of course, if you're comfortable with it"

"I'm comfortable with our relationship how it is. I just...not that stuff."

"Then, yeah okay. We can still cuddle. After j get some real clothes on though. I'm wearing candy underwear and it's... fucking awful. Who thought these were a good idea???"

And then they eat cake and cuddle on the couch while watching their favorite movie

LI yawns, looks at MC and says "Hmm...You know? I think I might be asexual too" before falling asleep. MC looks at them shocked, goes "Huh."

Then the movie ends.

[jesncin]

"Today. Tomorrow." a Superman fan comic about Clark Kent, Lois Lane and relationships.

We wanted to tackle one of the trickiest parts of Superman mythos; and that's the entangled romance between Clark Kent, Lana Lang, Lois Lane and Superman. Often times these more mundane parts of Superman get pushed to the side, when they can give so much insight into the characters and what they're seeking from each other.

[kensatou]

gritty both capturing the zeitgeist as usual AND educating me on the availability of free flow butter at american cinemas

[ljblueteak]

Still not over how caring Foreman is after Chase kills Dibala. Foreman is technically in charge of the department when it happens and has just admitted that he needs Chase and Cameron. Dibala is the first case Chase and Cameron are back for and...Chase murders the patient.

Still, Foreman goes from telling Chase he can't guilt him into covering up for him and asking whether he thinks he can get away with murder without any consequences to... covering up for Chase and feeling bad for Chase and trying to help when Chase does experience consequences in the form of feeling haunted by what he did. And Chase actually opens up to him a few times!

Here's The Tyrant, 6x04

Foreman can already tell that Chase is feeling rough by the end of this and it's the personal, not the political ramifications of Dibala’s murder being discovered that convinces him not to turn Chase in.

Foreman's concerned about presenting at the M&M and tells Chase to come up with explanations for discrepancies because he's not prepared to present the case if there's anything that could cause problems for them (Foreman: "I want to know you have everything covered" and "I can't do this. I can't go in there and stack lie upon lie. You've got to figure out a way to explain this" when he doesn't think the explanations Chase has come up with will work.)

Still, he doesn't throw Chase under the bus when there are signs of trouble. He says he's going to tell Cuddy "the truth" but what he says is they're too busy to present at the M&M. Sure, he'd be in trouble too if he did tell the truth, but ultimately he's worried, not angry at Chase. There’s no sign he’s resentful of Chase even though he could very well have felt that way given that he was trying to prove himself in this job and needed Chase to help him. But he owns his own decision not to turn Chase in and seems to get that what Chase did was in no way about Foreman.

Here he is in Brave Heart, 6x06 (below the cut), worried about Chase but not pushing him too hard—he checks in with Chase but is willing to move on to gene sequencing and I think his low-key attitude helps Chase open up to him because he actually admits—to Foreman!—that he felt like he was having a panic attack. Foreman is concerned about him and tries to help instead of going, "Hey, I didn't call the cops but you should be suffering in some way."

And then he and Chase have a whole conversation about telling Cameron in Known Unknowns 6x07 and Foreman seems very sympathetic and concerned there, too. But again, he doesn't press too hard and lets things go with, "Okay" even though he's been telling Chase to tell Cameron forever at this point.

[mumblesplash]

i’ve started getting so unreasonably cranky at those posts that are like ‘i’m sick of [aspect of popular media] someone should make [opposite thing]!!!’ by people who don’t seem invested in the idea they’re pitching as anything beyond a subversion of the norm. like ok. i see where you’re coming from but where are you actually going. look me in the eyes and give me one good reason you think that story concept is possible to pull off

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

The Grand A-Z List of Whump 2/3

This list contains ~174 items listed I to Q

As always, I heavily encourage people to research topics thoroughly when writing as it is important to avoid stereotypes/misinformation. This list's intention is not to glorify/romanticise sensitive topics in any way.

This is a comprehensive list of injuries, Illnesses and tropes - including those from the Whumptober 2023 trope vote!

All submissions are listed in italics, and those who wanted to be tagged will be included at the end. If you have any more submissions: please send them via DM/my ask box.

[A-H] [R-Z] [NSFW List]

List below the cut:

I

ICU

Identity reveal

Ignorance is Bliss

Ignoring an Injury

Immersion foot syndromes (Prolonged exposure to damp and cold)

Immobilization

Immortal healed wrong

Immunodeficiency

Impalement

Improvised medicine/treatment

Indigestion

Infected (Blood, Wound, Tattoo etc)

Infested

Injured caretaker carrying an even more injured whumpee.

Injured whumpee instructs caretaker how to treat them.

Injury Discovery

Injury Revelation

Insecurity

Insomnia

Insults

Internal Bleeding

Interrogation

Interventions

Intimate whumper

Intubation

Involuntary whumper

Isolation

Isolation/Quarantine

Itching

J

Jailed

Jamais vu (The experience of being unfamiliar with a person or situation that is actually very familiar.)

Jealousy

Jet Lag

Jumping (to safety, forced to jump)

Just dying in general.

K

Keeping quiet because the enemy is nearby

Keeping the whumpee awake

Ketosis (body burning fat for energy)

Kidnapped by the opposing team

Kidnapping

Kidney Stones

Killed! (Again and again and again for the lovely immortal whumpees<;3)

Kneeling

Knife through hand and into wall/floor

Knocked Out

L

Lab Rat

Laryngitis

Late realisation

Left for dead

Leprosy

Lichenberg scars/Lightning strike

Limited Medical Supplies

Live-Streamed/Broadcast torture

Lobotomy

Locked Up and Left Behind

Losing a Bet

Loss of appetite

Loss of reality

Lost (In the woods, city etc)

Lost voice

Low Blood Pressure

Lumbago (lower back pain)

Lupus

Lured into a trap

Lying

Lyme's disease

Lymphoma

M

Magical exhaustion

Magical healing

Magic whump (using spells to harm someone)

Manhandling

Major Character Death

Makeshift Splints

Malaria

Malnutrition

Manhandling

Mauled

Measles

Medical trauma

Medieval Torture

Memory Loss

Meningitis

Menstrual Cramps

Mental illness after being kidnapping (and addressing it)

Migraine

Military lovers

Military whump

Mind control/Manipulation

Miscommunication

Missing

Missing Person

Mistaken Identity

Misunderstanding

Mono

Mopping a sweaty brow with a cool cloth

Mudslides

Muffled Scream

Mugging

Multiple Sclerosis

Multiple Whumpees

Multiple Whumpers

Mumps

Muscular Atrophy

Mute

Muzzled

N

Nailed to a wall or floor

Nails digging into palms

Nail marks left in the whumpees skin

Natural Disasters

Nausea

Near-Death Experience

Necrosis

Neglect

Nerve damage

Nerve pain

Nightmares

No anesthesia

No goodbyes

Non-responsiveness

Nonhuman whumpee

Not allowed to die

Not Realizing They’re Injured

Nowhere else to go

Noxious (gas/fumes)

Numb

Numbness/Paralysis

O

Obsession (with finishing the mission, the whumper obsessed with the whumpee etc)

Open Fracture

Orthostatic hypotension (low blood pressure when standing)

Osteogenesis Imperfecta (brittle bone disease)

Outnumbered

Overdose

Overworked

Oxygen Deprivation

Oxygen Mask

P

Packing a wound

Panic attacks

Paralysis (this could be temporary or permanent)

Paranoia

Parent caring for sick child

Parkinson's

Passing out from pain

Passing out in arms

Permanent injuries that affect them long term

Phantom pain

Phobias (could lead to character stumbling and hurting themselves in an attempt to escape their fear)

Photographs/Polaroids ( Especially if they're of the kidnapped whumpee)

Physical Therapy

Piercing ripped out

Pinched nerve

Pinned Down/To The Wall

Plague

PMS

Pneumonia

Pneumothorax

Poisoning

Polio

Possession/possession recovery

Post-exertional malaise

Post-ictal confusion/any other symptoms (after a seizure)

POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome)

Power Fatigue

Praise (especially if it's from the whumper)

Pregnancy (morning sickness, self-conscious, hot flushes, tired and sleepy, general malaise, swollen feet, weird cravings...)

Presumed dead

Prisoner Exchange

Protecting friend from the whumpees own team (bonus points if doing it while injured)

Psychological Torture

Psychological Whump

Psychosis

PTSD

Pulled Muscles

Puncture Wounds

Q

Q-Fever

TAG LIST: Thank you very much to the following people for submitting ideas! (I apologise if some tags did not work, I'm not sure why tumblrs not letting me tag you!)

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Rare and Ruff!!! - By OverlordNeon

Finally dipping into making comics by introducing Rarity's business partner, Pek the Gem Hunting Diamond Dog!

She is visually based on a breed of Mexican hairless dogs, the Xoloitzcuintle.

Original Concept Design, for fun:

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DC x DP Prompt: Bruce is bad at emoting but at least ghosts are empathic (too bad bat kids are not)

Was reading Twincognito on AO3 when I stumbled across this gem again:

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" “Danny, Tim. I was just…checking in. Is everything alright?” Curse his inability to make meaningful conversation when it wasn’t a life or death situation.

They glanced at each other and shrugged.

Then Danny hauled himself out of the bed and walked over to Bruce.

Bruce tried not to let too much excitement show on his face. "

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Now I really want to read a story where Bruce adopts Danny post Meta trafficking and is being his usual emotionally constipated self. His kids keep getting mad at him because he's treating their new meta brother who was trafficked poorly (generally being stilted in conversation with him, walking away hurriedly mid-conversation, avoiding Danny when he's feeling really awkward, etc). They think Bruce is discriminating against Danny for being a civilian, meta, dealer's pick, but really it's just Bruce being horribly socially awkward. Danny knows this because of ghost empathy and find the whole thing hilarious. The whole thing comes to a head with the Bat Kids staging an intervention in the Bat Cave.

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Pleaseeeee ignore the typo I will fix it asap I have fever They're so messed up<3 What ppl ask the most about this AU is where are the twins anddd... aren't dead, that's just what padmé was told

also sorry this one is so long, i didn't even realize

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14 and not 14 😌