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Not sure why the DP x DC crossover ones have a fish in both of them but like 🤷
Next batch of fict covers. I didn't think of this before but like aside from one shots, I don't have many complete dp x DC ficts I read. I am following a ton of WIPs but very few multi chaptered complete ones. Hell, matter of opinion is a oneshot but I included it because I love unhinged go for the throat Jazz 🥰
I actually have a fict I am workshopping that is a spinoff of Vacation Crashers. It's supposed to be a silly thing but HP x DC got me by the throat.
If you are a Jason Todd fan and you haven't read Gotham Banksy then idk what you doing with your life. I think I did a bit outside my usual minimal thing for this one but I was really going for the obvious so I can remember the plot at a glance so it's a bit on the nose.
Next round is probably gonna be all whump because I love seeing my boys in pain 💃
As always links below and MIND THE TAGS
A matter of opinion
Gotham banksy
Time (to protect you)
Vacation Crashers
#batman#danny phantom#fanfiction#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc#fanfiction cover#fan cover for fanfiction#imp_y#blueseabird2#saucysquatch#lananiA30
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Heyyyyyy how y’all doiiinnnggg…..
It’s been while, hey siri play “DEAD” by Melanie Martinez -
A) from that old post about what I would want to see in the fic: lwk I’m cool w/ whatever I put in (what I though was at the time) a prompt for like 500 words and did not think this far ahead 😭 lol I trust ur judgement on whatever gets added I’ll eat it up like those rlly yummy life saver mints
B) I’m back babyyyyyy the Ao3 curse works harder but I’m harder >:3
may or may not have almost died but that’s okay it keeps me on my toes. I have new medical insight on how to improve my whump 💪🤩😍
C) I’m abesolutely so sorry about that anon (ik I’m super late to the party) what they said was so out of line and I cannot think of what you could have even possibly done that would (unjustly) cause such a reaction?? People are assholes especially when they can abuse anonymousy online. I’m glad u seem to be doing ok 💜
D) I know i say this every time and blah blah blah but please make sure to not push urself over creating content and pleasing followers. I will (likely) not be dying anytime soon and I can wait as long as necessary for the Cia fic dude I make the prompt with the understanding that with you as the writer I would be meeting your needs/criteria for my silly little mentally ill twink to get sent through the meat grinder. Take as long as you need 💜
On a much less feely note:
E)
(No hate to you or anyone really who has this opinion)
Theory/hot take/opinion/etc:
Echoes of Wisdom (new game coming in sept) Zelda ≠ Fable (from SNES + game boy games)
Like, I get it, on a surface level it makes so much sense because the EOW game is in the same artsyle as the Links Awakening (remastered) game. Nintendo doesn’t really use the same artsyle with games (atleast since the N64) unless they are direct sequels, prequels, or otherwise linked (BOTW & AOC). New game but with the same artsyle as previous game? Obviously linked!
Except, no??? Here’s where that opinion doesn’t hold as strong:
the main peice of evidence here is that the Zelda in the trailers is the Zelda from OOT.
(I really wish I could put pictures as anon 😭)
Verbatim. That is her. She is wearing a pink dress, trapped in a pink crystal, while link fights and eventually cracks open said crystal. It’s hard to see the dress because of the crystal obscuring it, but in another clip (when the staff is first seen i believe) you can see her in the dress and it’s her.
Even if it’s not, it’s definitely not Fable.
There are two (?) versions of the Zelda’s that fall under “Fable”. one is in a blue dress (ALTTP) and one is in a white dress white a pink over apron-thingy. While its arguable that the crystal makes it look pink, or its too dark to see anything, ultimately the tabard is not the same and the top being two parts is not there, so no, its not Fable.
Which is really weird, because the Link is in fact the same link as the SNES + Gameboy (I call it the “Pixel Era”) Link. Brown Longsleeved undershirt + green sleeveless dress-tunic over it. Even weirder, he wield the hylian sheild. WHICH DID NOT EXIST BEFORE OOT. Again, not Pre-3D link.
It does exist in ALBW, meaning if you are into LU then it works with legend being the same person in all those games, but ALBW is canonically the “successor” to ALTTP
BUT GANON IS HERE?????? Hellooo????
(Fun fact: Gannon is what his pig/beast form is called while gannondorf is what his Gerudo form is called! :D)
Gannon only exists in the pixel Era games + ALBW. All of the 3d games use gannondorf. So this is such a weird thing to exist.
EVEN MORE CONFUSING, THE ZORA!?!??!?
If you don’t know what im referring to, for like literally 2-5 seconds there is a clip of the zora of this game. Ok, cool. Zelda game, with water, therefore there’s obviously gonna be zora.
(This is a “duh” moment for older fans but pls stick with me lol)
There are two versions of the zora: pre-OoT and post-OoT. TLDR; pre-OoT they look like horrifying fish monsters and try to kill you, Post-OoT they become hot and even get shipped with link in the later games. Hyrule historia (which is not the most reliable sometimes) explains it better but it has to do with the big Triple Timeline. The difference in zora design depends on which timeline you’re looking at, one of the timelines doesn’t have them at all.
So what’s so confusing? Is does the zora design not fit?
Yes!! You know why? BECAUSE THERE ARE TWO OF THEM. BOTH ZORA DESIGNS. IN THE SAME GAME. CLEARLY INTERACTING IN THE FIVE SECOND CLIP.
Also this was pointed out by my sibling: in the beginning, the hood long wears is eerily similar to the Hylian Hood in totk/botw. Later on in the trailer, my cousin pointed out a canon that looked “like it was zonai tech” but it was just a green cannon so tbh that’s more loose.
The Gaurd designs are also kinda weird to me? I can’t tie them back to any of the games bc of the weird helmet shape, and their uniforms look exactly like link’s first outfit in Hyrule warriors, though that seems unintentional.
Anyways. This game is. Something. I really don’t think it’s related to previous games (I hope not for the sake of lore holes it could tear up) but what we do know is:
- OoT Zelda has been taught Ctrl C + Ctrl V by magic yellow orb and uses a staff.
- Likely Takes place in the downfall timeline due to artstyle, the fact that the enemy zora exist, and the fact that Gannon is here in beast form
- atleast some inspiration from botw/Totk with the copying and open exploration mechanics
- there is maybe some alternate space/dimension bullshit from that one clip of Zelda moving blocks of water like she’s Moses
- takes place where the Hylian shield exists and therefore likely the story of a hero is still a thing
- takes place where BOTH ZORA meet and interact with eachother
This is driving me crazy. My dad says it’s the Zelda multiverse 😭
Sorry for the word vomit, I rlly needed to info dump ✌️
Your favorite void crawler,
Mandarin Warriors 🍊
OH MY GOD HEY, HI, I WAS GENUINELY WORRIED ABOUT YA
a. alskkddk okay 👍
b. oh my god I really hope that you’re doing okay dude, or at least that you’re feeling a bit better 🫶🫶🫶 sending hugs and love your way my guy
c. people sometimes suck and I considered turning off anons for a bit after that but i have too many wonderful anons and id hate to lose any of em because of one idiot
d. it’s going to be the next thing I put up when I come back from my so called ‘mental health break from writing’ 😭 (i literally can’t seem to stop writing, i am glued to my google docs 💔). Im not sure if you saw the post (and its totally okay if you didn’t, youve clearly been going through a lot and i genuinely hope that you’re okay) where I said part of why it’s takin so long js because I’m writing two separate versions of the fic because it’s heavy enough I feel it should be rated mature, but I’m making a ‘watered down version’ for people who were really waiting for this fic but dont wanna read anything rated higher than teen. I don’t write explicit things, but we’ve crossed the line from ‘implying things’ and into the ‘traumatic past events are being discussed’ zone and if im gonna write about trauma I’m gonna Write About Trauma, an’ yeah
i really hope you don’t die anytime soon anon, i don’t know what it is exactly that you just went through and you do not have to tell me, but i sincerely hope you’re doing okay, and if not okay, at least feeling better. I really was worried about ya 💜
and to yap about EoW:
IM GLAD IM NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO SAW THE HOOD AND THOUGHT OF THE ZONAI STUFF, IT REMINDED ME A LOT OF TOTK
i think itd be really cool if it was a new Link and Zelda. I love the like, art/animation style they chose, and I doubt nintendo is ever gonna tell us which Link this is 💀 but we can always have our theories 💔
NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR YAPPIN, ITS WHAT THE YAP BOX IS FOR! FEEL FREE TO INFODUMP WHENEVER DUDE I LOVE IT HEAR IT, AND YOU SERIOUSLY HAD A LOT OF INTERESTING THINGS TO SAY
i know this is like the fourth time im saying this but again, I hope you’re alright. I missed ya, it’s good to hear from you again 💜
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Bungo Stray Dogs: Under the weather
There was a plot to this, but unfortunately, my motivation died before I got to fulfil it 😭 Hope this still fills some whumpy needs!
Summary: Whump fic. Atsushi is in a really bad way at the agency, things going from bad to worse one second after the other.
Tw: Migraine symptoms, mentions of blood, mentions of syringe
22/02/23
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Atsushi was slumped at his desk in the ADA, he wasn't feeling great. He had woken up with a headache that morning and it hadn't gotten any better after taking some painkillers and enough water to drown a fish.
He groaned, pressing his forehead into the cold tabletop, trying to find some kind of relief from the throbbing.
The rest of the Armed Detective Agency members were discussing the next plan for the day. Nothing serious luckily, just the chore of grocery shopping for the agency. Ranpo had been selected for the trip today.
"Awwww, I don't wanna." The clever-clog boy grumbled.
Daza grinned. "You can take Atsushi with you! I'm sure he'd love to go, you can scope out the new pick-n-mix they've got! Hey, Atsushi?" He turned to the tiger, frowning at what he saw. Atsushi had his eyes shut, his hands holding his head as it rested on the desk.
"Atsushi? Helloooo?" Dazai poked the boy's cheek a few times to stir him.
Atsushi lifted his head, squinting at the change in brightness compared to his closed eyes. His head felt heavy on his shoulders, the pain in his skull sharpening as he looked up at Dazai.
"Yeah?" He rubbed his eye.
"Are you alright? You look a little peaky."
"I'm okay. It's just a headache." Atsushi smiled. He was lying. He felt awful. But how can he show weakness in front of his fellow gifted agents? It would be embarrassing.
"Hmm... Well, if you're sure." Dazai wasn't sold, but he didn't want to pressure the boy. Atsushi gave him a reassuring smile, even though he was feeling worse by the second. His skin was heating up. Sweat was starting to pool on his forehead and palms. The happy chatter of his friends was like a hammer to the head. Beating down on his skull.
Ranpo put an arm around Atsushi's shoulders, grinning. "Right! Me and you buddy, let's go snag us some candy!" He beamed, unaware of how much pain he was causing the boy. He wasn't even shouting but it felt like he was screaming in Atsushi's ear.
"Right. Yeah, candy." He put on a brave face as he stood from his desk, the movement sent a rush of nausea up his throat as he steadied himself, holding his stomach for a moment as he breathed deeply.
'Deep breaths, Atsushi. Deep breaths.' He thought to himself, loosening his tie as it slowly seemed to tighten around his neck. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut before sighing and following Ranpo out the door.
"I'm gonna try the new gummy gators! They come in all kinds of yummy flavours. I heard there's a watermelon one." Ranpo chattered on to himself as he made his way down the flight of stairs. Atsushi was struggling.
Every step he took down the staircase made his whole body ache. Heavy. He was having trouble with the placement of his feet, almost missing a step as his vision started to double, then triple and phase back into one. The thud of his boots on the wooden stairs echoed in his brain. The pain growing and shrinking in waves.
"Right, Atsushi?" Ranpo continued, unaware that he hadn't been listening.
"Uh-Huh..." He panted, bringing a hand to wipe his forehead, the sweat starting to dampen his hair. Why were there so many stairs?
Ranpo reached the bottom with a skip in his step, heading out the door with a grin. Atsushi huffed, following him outside. He froze once he stepped outside, squeezing his eyes tightly shut as the sun glared down blindingly. It was painful to keep his eyes open.
He held his head, the ringing in his ears got louder, pins digging into his skull every time a vehicle drove past. The blurry faces of the civilians passing by were frightening, like shadows, mannequins or faceless monsters. He pulled on his sweat-drenched shirt as it clung to him feeling suffocated by the fabric.
"Ranpo- I-I can't do this." He wheezed, too quiet for Ranpo to hear, feeling his body shudder. "Ranpo-" He held his head, tears filling his eyes. "Help- Ranpo, h-help me. Anybody..." His eyes rolled in his head as his body gave up. He collapsed in a heap, his head hitting the concrete harshly as he fell.
Ranpo paused, hearing the familiar sound of a body hitting the ground. "Atsushi? Uh! Atsushi?!" He rushed to his side, turning the boy on his back. There was a cut on his forehead and the tip of his nose was scratched up. "Atsushi?! Hey, Atsushi, can you hear me?" He patted the boy's cheek, checking his pulse.
A gasp ripped from Atsushi's chest as he woke again, he was dazed, both from the headache he was suffering from and the impact of the fall, he brought an arm over his eyes, sheltering from the sun's dagger like rays. "O-Ow..."
"Hey, hey buddy. It's okay, just talk to me. What's wrong?"
"My head... It's pounding..." He curled up, holding his head. "M' burning... Everything aches... I feel sick... Where am I?"
Ranpo nodded, instantly piecing together the symptoms. "Migraine. We gotta get you inside. Can you stand? Hey, hey!" Ranpo panicked seeing Atsushi's eyes roll again. He was slipping in and out of consciousness.
"Oh crap- Dazai!"
Atsushi phased in and out of reality for a moment, unsure of what was going on, where he was or who was talking to him. Someone, holding him, cradling him as they moved. Where were they going? Now he's laying down. A bed?
He looked down, suddenly his shirt was gone. When did that happen? Who did it? there were ice packs wrapped in flannels tucked under his armpits to help bring his temperature down. Everything was blurry, there were voices but the ringing just wouldn't stop.
The next time he was aware, someone had cleaned and bandaged the cut on his forehead, also making sure the scrape on his nose was clean. The disinfectant smell made him gag.
"Atsushi, hey, it's me buddy. I need you to drink this for me. Okay?" A tall figure stood over him and supported the back of his head, tilting it forwards before holding a cup to his lips.
"Mh, no-" In his dazed state Atsushi didn't know what was happening, he was scared. He tightened his lips, trying to lean away.
"Hey, hey, come on." The voice soothed, holding him steady. "Please, It'll help you feel better. That's it." It was Dazai, he gently coaxed Atsushi to drink the medical solution. Just water with a Triptan dissolved into it.
"Good boy. That's it. You just get some sleep." Dazai cooed, softly resting Atsushi's head back onto the pillow. He took the boy's hand, gently massaging his Hegu nerve. A spot between the base of the thumb and index finger that's known for relieving headache and migraine pain. Atsushi's heavy eyelids slipped shut, forcing a few more tears to roll down his cheeks, still awake but unable to understand what was happening around him.
Dazai sighed, gently pressing a cold flannel against Atsushi's forehead and cheeks, cooling his flushed face. "I should have noticed this sooner..." He mumbled, looking over at Kunikida as he laid out the next round of medications for the boy, Yosano was unfortunately out of town so it was left to him to deal with.
"You did see it, but Atsushi said he was fine. He's a grown-up and you shouldn't feel responsible that this has happened. No one is really at fault, it's just how the situation has played out." He blonde explained, approaching with a syringe. "Morphine. It'll help him rest properly." He took Atsushi's hand, administering the drug into his arm.
The pinch from the needle made Atsushi flinch slightly but that was all. In mere moments he was out like a light and his breathing finally levelled out. Dazai stayed with him all day, keeping him cool and comfortable as he slept.
It was Dazai who brought him here. So he would be the one who takes care of him when he needs most. "I got you, little tiger."
#bungo stray dogs#bungo stray dogs dazai#bungo stray dogs ranpo#bungo stray dogs atsushi#bsd whump#bungo stray dogs whump#BSD Atsushi whump#rachi roo#atsushi nakajima#nakajima atsushi#dazai osamu#osamu dazai#ranpo edogawa#edogawa ranpo#migraine#tw whump#sick fic#bsd sick fic
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OK PREV I KNOW A FEW OF THESE AND THEY DRIVE ME CRAZY. AWESOME ANIME. if i may also add:
Banana Fish - Whumpiest anime I know. In New York, a mafia dom has a lot of shady businesses involving human trafficking and the black market, and lately he's gotten himself a new asset to use. A guy that used to be a child who got trapped on his stuff in the past decides he is gonna stop whatever he is up to now, no matter the cost. (mafia whump, drugs, character death, child abuse, themes around sexual assault, and also some really really sweet caretaking dynamics and awesome pacing. It's adapted from an plder manga so the style is also very unique. Also known to be heartwretching so uh. Be warned pls.)
Shelter (webtoon) - Living with his abusive uncle, a boy finds solace in a virtual reality game where he can be free. Despiste it being merely a shelter for him at first, it ends up becoming something else, way more sinister and tangled on his real life than he thought it would. (Psychological whump, unhealthy familial relationships, some self harm if I recall well, human trafficking, more themes with sexual assault, magical whump a little, and also caretaking. The progression in the artstyle is also a thrill to see.)
Made in Abyss (anime) - In a lone island in the middle of the sea, there is a deep, deep crater known as the Abyss. Even after almost two millenia, nobody knows what can be found at is bottom, but everybody does know that the upper layers contain infinite and valuable treasures, even though nobody knows where they came from. The only ones who can explore the dephts of the Abyss are certified adventurers and Riko, a junior, is determined to go to is depths to find her mother who never came back from it. (Child whump, body horror, some gore/vore? I didn't watch it all, psychological whump—i think—character deaths and really, really fucked up stuff. It is really nice but really dark)
Silent Screams (webtoon) - Theo didn't grow up nearly as prosperous as he was now. Thaks to his step father, a wealthy doctor who had fallen in love with his mother, they now lived well and happy. That is, until in the day of his birthday, Theo can't seem to find his mother anywhere in the mansion. (Lab whump, psych ward, noncon body mod.)
Uriah (webtoon) - A boy wakes up alone in the back of a car, on a tiny island town. He doesn't know how he got there. Nor how he got all those bruises. He can't seem to recall much, actually. He doesn't remember who he is, or what is his name, or where home is. All he can do is trust this kind stranger who picked him up wandering in the road. (Child whump, child abuse, fucked up families, amnesia whump, death, torture, sex trafficking, psychological whump. This webtoon is visceral. It pained me to read. But it's also so so good.)
Evangelion (anime) - I'm not as sure for this one since I know more about it second handed (my friends loves it) so I can't give a proper premise either. Mecha whump, dysfunctional families, psychological whump, I know it has those. An older anime and a classic
Hello there, long time no see! Anyone has some whumpy recommandations ? I need some spark to produce whump art again in 2025. If you have some whumpy recommandations please send them this way (especially anime, manga and webtoons) 🙏
#re zero is so fucking good its so *screams* its the best#i have yet to fimish it#vanitas no carte too!!!!!!!!!! theres so much so nice on it#i saw vampire in the garden and cried ;)#oh yes tokyo ghoul a classic#and alien stage!!!!#whump recs#anime whump#reading list
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Whumptober Day One
Title: A Little Out of the Ordinary
Prompts Used: Unconventional Restraints, "This wasn't supposed to happen
Warnings: Not much for this one. They get tied up I guess. There's a kinda sinister guy
Whumpee(s): Warriors and Four
Whumpometer for those hesitant to read these bad boys, as some are Very Bad and some, like this one, barely qualify as whump: 0 for Emotional Turmoil. Maybe like a 1 for Physical Distress
General Notes: Y'all've heard me talk about day one. Idk. Bear with me until day three at least, please and thank you, this one's A Mess. *Yeets it at you and runs away* Take it from me.
Four swung his sword and hacked through a vine, just to add a little spice to their trek through the wilderness. Warriors plodded along beside him, heaving his fifth bone-weary sigh in as many minutes. The others were back at a pond, gathering fish to restock their dwindling food supply. Four and Warriors had drawn the shorts straws and were elected against their wills to scout ahead. Check for monsters, maybe find a path, a noble task for sure. But it was also hands-down the most boring assignment they could have received.
Warriors slowed slightly, drawing his own sword to whack at a vine. “So...” he kicked at a clump of grass and looked Four up and down as if he were appraising him. “...We don’t hang out a lot, do we?”
Four shook his head and kicked a rock, watching it roll down a hill until it splashed into a small puddle at the bottom.
“Why is that?” Warriors pondered aloud, but was silenced when Four grabbed his sleeve and shushed him. “What?” He whispered, but quickly turned to look around when the question was answered by a rustle in the trees.
Four’s sword was off his back in an instant, and Warriors hastily followed his example and pointed his blade toward the sky. “Hello?” He called hesitantly, choosing to believe it was something harmless until he had evidence to the contrary.
“Hello!” The voice came from above, and the next thing Warriors knew, a person landed on his shoulders.
Warriors yelped and tried to shake the person off, but he held on tight to Warriors’ head and refused to be shaken.
“What do you what?” Four had his sword leveled at the both of them, seemingly willing to run Warriors through if it would mean getting at the intruder, who Warriors really couldn’t see and was honestly just guessing was a person at all.
“I want you,” the maniac cackled, and Warriors’ hands flew to his neck when the guy on his shoulders grabbed his scarf, acting for all the world like he intended to choke him.
“For what!?” Warriors demanded, fingers threaded under his scarf so he could pull against the stranger, preserving his ability to breathe and speak, however fruitless it was proving.
The stranger didn’t answer. Instead, he launched himself off of Warriors and toward Four.
It was all a blur after that. Warriors’ sword was knocked away, and Four’s clanged on top of it a moment later. Both of them hit the ground when tackled by the stranger, and as hard as they fought, it was useless.
The strangers shoved them together, back to back wound Warriors’ scarf tightly around them; their arms pinned to their sides and legs folded beneath them.
“Why!?” Warriors demanded. “Why was this necessary!?”
“Going to your camp,” the stranger chuckled, and they could see him more clearly now. He wore a cloak, the hood of which mostly obscured his face; but what they could see betrayed his age, and the smirk across his face. “Gonna take your stuff.” And with that he turned and ran away, high-stepping as he did a strange little dance along his way.
There was nothing but silence for a moment before Four spoke. It was muffled, his face wrapped in the scarf that wound around Warriors’ chest. “If they ask, there were five of them and they weren’t a hundred and thirty.”
“Agreed,” Warriors nodded slightly and shifted, trying to get his feet under him. The scarf was bound tight enough to make maneuvering and breathing both a little too hard, but he eventually got in a slightly better position more conducive toward standing. “Okay. Stand on three?”
Four grumbled. “My face is strapped to your shoulders; if you stand I’m dangling.”
“Maybe you’ll slide out the bottom,” Warriors shrugged hopefully, wiggling them both with the motion.
“If I don’t?”
“I’ll jump around a little, shake you out; it’ll be fun,” Warriors insisted. “One. Two. Three.” Warriors got his feet underneath himself and stood, dragging them both to his feet. As predicted, Four turned into a person-shaped backpack, and kicked his legs like a frustrated little cat. “Should’ve tied us to a tree, he wasn’t very smart,” Warriors hummed as he hopped once, doing a little wiggle to try and dislodge Four and free them both.
They were bound far too tight, and Four didn’t budge. “What now Mr. Bright Ideas?” Four harrumphed as he kicked some more in a futile attempt to free himself.
“I don’t know, this wasn’t supposed to happen!” Warriors huffed, beginning to waddle back toward camp; movement significantly impeded by the cocoon the stranger had turned his scarf into.
“You can’t just go back, we’d have to explain!” Four protested.
“He’s on his way to rob them!” Warriors reminded him, no small amount of frustration bleeding into his tone; more over being bested by a rogue old man than anything else. “They’re going to find out either way.”
“And at this pace we’ll never beat him there anyway,” Four argued. “If we go now and he is fighting them, then we just become a liability. We’re defenseless. We need to solve our own problems before we worry about theirs.”
Warriors hated it, but he was right. They were unarmed and tied together, and that was the last thing their brothers needed if they were, in fact, fighting the scary stranger. He looked around and his eyes landed on their discarded swords, tossed together beside a fairly small tree. “New plan,” Warriors decided. “I’m going to back up to that tree, and you’re going to wrap your legs around it. Then I’ll jerk forward, but you hang on, and maybe we’ll pull apart and we can waltz back to camp like nothing happened.”
Four grumbled unintelligibly under his breath, but Warriors felt him nod, so he backed up to the tree and waited for Four to wind his legs around it as instructed. “Okay go,” Four gave him the nod, and Warriors jerked forward, successfully dislodging Four slightly from his back.
“You’re going to break my neck,” Four decided, now bent at an impossibly more awkward angle thanks to the shift in position.
“You’re fine, I’ll go easier next time,” Warriors insisted, jerking forward again with exactly as much force as he had the first time.
“If it’s not my neck it’ll be my legs,” Four continued to complain, which was fair given how much his joints had just been yanked, but Warriors bristled at the comment anyway.
“The offer to walk back into camp like this stands,” he grumbled, and took Four’s silence as an invitation to continue their current course of action.
It took three more jerks, but eventually, they yanked apart and Warriors stumbled forward with the momentum and crashed face-first onto the ground. The ground had never tasted so sweet; and he pushed himself back to his feet with a triumphant: “Hah! Take that creepy old man!” He whirled around to face Four with a smile, and the smithy waved a thumbs-up from his position on the ground, flat on his back with his legs propped up against the tree, forming an L shape at the base of the trunk. He offered Four a hand, and once they were both standing, he cleared his throat a little awkwardly. “So um...we’re not telling the others?”
“Absolutely not,” Four shook his head and picked up their swords, sheathing his own and holding out the other toward Warriors. “If they’re allowed to have their secrets then so are we.”
Warriors nodded in agreement, accepting his sword and taking the lead back toward camp. And if they acted a little too surprised when the others recounted the tale of a stranger they had teamed up on and scared off, then nobody commented.
#Whumptober 2022#No.1#Story Time With Squiggles#Unconventional restraints#This wasn't supposed to happen#Linked Universe#Lu Warriors#Lu Four#I'm not entirely sure how we're supposed to tag these so anyway
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Adrien and Sawdust part 2
Warnings: pet whump (and all that comes with that), disordered eating, emeto, unreliable narrator, a very brief and vague mention of past non con
masterlist
part 1
“Shit!” Adrien gasped, immediately and instinctively lunging forward to... Help? Hold? Sawdust, only to have the poor boy yelp and try to get away from Adrien, tipping over onto his side and almost falling into his own vomit. Adrien yanked himself back. The vomit was mostly bile, Adrien wasn’t sure when the last time Sawdust had a real meal was.
“I’m- m- so-sorry, Saw-Sawdust is so-orry,” Sawdust warbled out past trembling, wet lips.
“It’s okay, it’s okay, shh,” He didn’t reach towards him again, instead holding his hands passively in front of his own body. “Breathe for me, okay? I’ve got a mop somewhere, hang on.” Adrien gave the pet some space as he got up, finding a mop and a bucket. He quickly came back and gets to work cleaning up.
“Let- I can help, Master,” Sawdust whimpered, pushing himself to be on his hands and knees once again.
“No, no it’s fine.” Adrien finished cleaning quickly, pushing the mop and bucket off to the side to deal with later. “Let me get you some water, can I see your hands? I’ll get the tape off of them.”
Sawdust simply furrowed his brow and tilted his head.
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Master wanted… Sawdust’s paws? Surely it’s to punish him for making a mess of the floor and then allowing Master to do all the work in cleaning it up. What will Master do? Will he use his belt on Sawdust’s arms? Or worse, a knife? Will he burn him?
It’s only what Sawdust deserves after all.
He shakily sat back on his bent legs and raised his paws for his master, trying to keep himself from crying. He wasn’t allowed to cry until the punishment actually started. He didn’t have anything to cry about yet, and if he started, then Master would only make the punishment worse, give him something to really cry about.
Master got up and went back into the kitchen. Sawdust remained with his arms out until he spotted Master’s tall form returning.
Holding a pair of scissors.
Sawdust tried to be brave, he really did. He wanted to be a good pet for his new master, his new master who was nice enough to bring him into his house instead of leaving him outside in the cold. But as Master kneeled down in front of Sawdust, and took one of his paws in his calloused fingers, tears finally rolled down Sawdust’s cheeks and he screamed, pulling his paws back to his chest.
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Adrien dropped the scissors immediately, leaning back. He hadn’t held Sawdust’s hand that hard, he didn't understand what was happening.
“I’m sorry, Master!” Sawdust screams out, “I will behave, I promise, it won’t- won’t happen again!” He choked on his own sobs as he squeezed his eyes shut.
“What’s wrong, buddy?” Adrien asked, brow furrowed in concern, “I was just gonna cut the tape of your hands, did I hurt you?”
Sawdust seemed to be too far gone into his panic, holding his hands to his chest and screaming as he curled up as small as he could. He was hiccupping and sobbing so much that Adrien was scared he was going to make himself sick again. He’d turned his side to Adrien, and the man finally got to get a better look at Sawdust.
His body was bony, he could see the ridges of his spine through his tattered t-shirt. Along his legs were mazes of scares, splattered with bruises that were old enough at least that they were turning yellow. Adrien assumed that the people with that organization that had him weren’t hurting him, at least. From the looks of it though, they certainly weren’t feeding him.
Adrien was well aware that he was intimidating, especially to someone so small. Over six feet tall, his long black hair tied back in a low pony tail, his muscular arms and strong hands holding a pair of scissors; it couldn’t have looked good to Sawdust. He moved further back away from him, but Sawdust didn’t stop wailing. Adrien backed up until his back was pressed to the back of the sofa, and only then did Sawdust even open his eyes.
The small form of the pet hiccupped, wide, watery eyes peeking out from his curled form.
Adrien found himself somewhat curled up as well, knees drawn up just a bit, his socked feet pressed to the carpet. As Sawdust looked at him, Adrien gave as docile a smile as he could and a gentle wave. Sawdust’s bottom lip wobbled and his breath hitched with his tear filled gasps, eyes and cheeks a contrasting red to the sickly pallor of the rest of his body.
“I know you can understand me.” Adrien said, voice soft, “I… I guess you’re not going to believe me though. I understand that. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not quite interested- uh- in being your master, either.”
Sawdust’s eyes went wide and his brow pinched, his whole body flinching in response to that.
“I’m not gonna give you away, either!” Adrien hurried to correct himself. “I- Okay, look, sorry. I think maybe,” He glanced out at the window, seeing that the sun was beginning to set. “Maybe you should just get some rest. I can show you your room, if you’ll come with me.”
Adrien stood to his full height, Sawdust warily followed behind him on all fours. The pet’s breath was still coming out in shaky gasps and whines as he choked back the tears that wanted to fall. His body was unsteady, even on his hands and knees. Adrien wouldn’t dare try to have him walk yet, he didn’t exactly want Sawdust to fall and hit his head on something.
Luckily, the stairs didn’t hinder Sawdust too much as he crawled up them to the second story. Adrien flicked on lights as he went, the long corridor seeming less empty just with the presence of Sawdust in his home. His hand found the golden knob of the door, the one that led into the guest room that he’d found himself sleeping in not too long ago.
He’d since moved back into the master bedroom, the guest room having been unused since that point a couple weeks ago. He pushed the door open, stepping inside and holding it for Sawdust to follow. The room hadn’t had enough time to take on any sort of musty scent, thankfully.
“This is going to be your room. Get some rest, okay?”
Sawdust crept into the room and sat down. The window was guarded by some thin curtains that let in some of the setting sunlight, so Adrien didn’t turn on the light as he left the room, shutting the door quietly.
He lingered outside the bedroom for a moment, but he didn’t hear any movement. No banging at the door or trying to escape through the window. That was good at least. He turned, footsteps heavy as he went back downstairs.
As Adrien surveyed his home, his eyes caught on the duffel bag that his pet came with, the bag that he hadn’t gone through yet. It was a bit dirty, nowhere near as filthy as Sawdust, but still. He picked it up- it was surprisingly light- and sat down on the couch with it on his lap. The zipper pulled easily and he dragged it open, peering into the bag, scared of what he’d find. Some kind of torture device, maybe?
He was met with piles of…
Dog ear headbands. And beneath them, fake tails with belt loops at the base. Adrien’s brow creased and he blinked down at them for a couple seconds, reaching in and pulling one out. They came in matching sets, one pair of ears to one tail. They ranged from browns that matched Sawdust’s hair, to bright blues and reds, and snowy whites.
They were all in perfect condition, like the ones that Sawdust had on at the moment. Adrien had a suspicion that Sawdust’s previous owner practiced more upkeep on these than on the pet himself. Adrien took them out, setting them all aside, each pair of ears with its respective tail, laid out nicely on the couch next to him. Little stray hairs of fake fur laid across his clothing and floated through the air by the end of it. There were seven sets, all together.
“Is he going to want these back?” Adrien wondered to himself, turning one of the tails over in his hands. “I’m not going to force him to wear them. Or the collar for that matter, but…” He wasn’t quite sure if Sawdust would be comfortable without them. Sawdust seemed to think through and through that he was a dog, and Adrien was worried about upsetting him.
There was one more thing in the bag. A folded piece of notebook paper. Adrien fished it out and unfolded it, eyes scanning the words laid out in front of him.
“Your name is Sawdust.
You’re just a dumb mutt, you don’t know what’s best for you, so listen to me at all times.
This bag is yours. The things in it are yours. Always take care of them, because they’re gifts from your master.
Don’t eat human food. It will make you sick. Dogs are supposed to eat dog food.
Don’t trouble your master. He has better things to do.
Don’t hurt the other dogs. They earn me money and you don’t.
Behave. Always.
You’re a dog for your master to treat and use however he wants.
If you follow these rules, you’ll always be taken care of and cared for, and loved.”
Adrien’s stomach churned as he read line after line. Was this a note for Sawdust from his previous master? His heart ached. If you follow these rules, you’ll be loved. The poor pet, forced to earn any sort of care, Adrien couldn’t restrain the feelings that bubbled up in him at that. The anger, the rage, the deep sadness. A few hot tears rolled down his cheeks, and he quickly wiped them away. He wanted so badly to go to Sawdust and hold him, feed him, and tell him that he was safe here, but he didn’t know how Sawdust would react to that, and he doubted that he’d believe him at all anyways.
His head was swimming with things that he could do, things he should do. He decided to settle on focusing on what needed to happen first. He snatched his keys off of his kitchen counter and left the house, locking it up tight behind him.
Adrien… He didn’t exactly trust that Sawdust didn’t want to run. He was, however, fairly certain that Sawdust would be too scared to run, and he didn’t think that Sawdust knew how to open a door or unlock the lock on it.
The car was noisy starting up, the engine sputtering for a moment. Adrien was certain that Sawdust must have heard that, and he wondered if the pet knew that Adrien was leaving for a minute.
The sun was setting, there was only a limited amount of time Adrien had to get what he needed, so he headed off to the grocery store as fast as he could make it. He knew that in order to pick up everything he needed, he’d actually have to make his way into town. As much as he despised that, he didn’t want to miss his window and have to wait until the next day to get the items.
Buildings began to pop up here and there as the road turned from dirt to pavement, the area only getting more densely populated as he continued on. His hands unconsciously gripped the steering wheel tighter as he saw more and more people out and about. He found his way into the city, spotting people laughing, enjoying a night out.
Adrien didn’t remember the last time he’d done that. He almost wanted to do that, gather some friends and go to a bar for a drink or two some time.
“What friends? You wouldn’t even have fun like that, anyways.” He chuckled to himself as he pulled into a parking space in front of the grocery. He put a face mask on over his mouth and nose, and stuffed his long hair up into a beanie. Anything to hide any part of him.
Adrien wasn’t comfortable in crowds anymore. The noise, the activity, it was all too many things for him to keep track of, but it was a weekday so he was holding out hope that the store wouldn’t be too full. The parking lot wasn’t full, at least.
He took a deep breath and opened the car door, getting out and making his way into and through the grocery store as quickly as he could. He snagged one of the small carts and pushed it along, picking up everything he’d made a mental note of.
“Dog food, dog food,” Adrien muttered, scanning the placards above the aisles to find what he was looking for, eventually darting down towards the pet care section. He felt sick picking up a small bag of dog kibble and throwing it into the cart. “Dogs can eat anything, though, can’t they?”
Under the realization that dogs could technically eat human food, at least table scraps, Adrien glanced down at the slumped bag of chow. He could at least try with some human food. Sawdust might be hungry enough that he’d accept it, especially if it was things that would normally be given to dogs, like meat. The pet certainly looked like he could use some meat, and Adrien was pretty sure that he had some left overs from take out a couple nights ago.
Adrien did his best to keep his head down as he got his shopping done. The eyes of other shoppers were boring holes through his body, and the last thing he wanted to do was make eye contact with any of them. It made his skin crawl, but it wasn’t an option to simply order the things he needed online, it was nothing short of necessary to get them that night. He put dog food and a few TV dinners in his cart, eventually making his way over to the cereal aisle to pick up some more of that when a specific item caught his eye.
A box of unfrosted wheat cereal. The pieces seemed to be rolled up into an almost pellet like shape, and without the sugar it almost resembled dog food. Adrien took it off the shelf and turned it over in his hands, reading the ingredients. It seemed as though it was a lot more healthy for people than dog food, and he could probably trick Sawdust into thinking that it was dog food, albeit some strange, fancy type. He tossed it into the cart along with something sweet and sugary for himself before wheeling the cart along. Next stop, something to deal with Sawdust’s hygiene.
As much as he didn’t want to bring it up around the pet, Sawdust was far from clean. He didn’t know if Sawdust would allow him to bathe him, or if he’d panic, or if he’d go along with it against his actual will. What’s more, Adrien wasn’t sure if Sawdust would let him bathe him with human shampoo. Better to be safe than sorry, Adrien thought as he grabbed some puppy shampoo and put it into the cart. He didn’t want to have to come back out.
Adrien picked up a few more essentials and self checked out as quickly as he could, finding that it was already dark by the time he made it out of the store. While he pulled out of his parking spot, all he could hope was that Sawdust was getting some rest while he was out.
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Sawdust was not resting at all. The instant Master left, Sawdust slunk to one of the corners and curled up there, back to the walls’ intersection and legs pulled up to hide behind. His eyes were wide and wild, frantically glancing around the room, so intense and panicked it made his head and heart pound.
Being in a bedroom never meant good things for Sawdust. Dogs belong outside in the yard or in the shed, being in the bedroom meant horrible things. Sawdust tried over and over to swallow down his worry, wanting so badly to believe that his new master wouldn’t be so cruel to him. The seconds ticked by like molasses, the time Master was away felt like an eternity, not because Sawdust wanted to see him, but because the pet spent each moment catastrophizing and thinking up even worse outcomes.
His stomach felt like it was eating itself. He should’ve been grateful, really, the last people he was with may have kept him in his kennel for hours and hours, but he had gotten the chance to eat just before being put up for adoption. At least they understood that dogs can’t eat human food.
Sawdust’s gut twisted with an obscene vitriol towards his new master, just for a moment. His new master mustn’t have been smart at all to try and feed him human food. Or maybe he thought Sawdust was too stupid to realize what it was, or maybe it was some kind of test to see if he’d take it.
No, no. Sawdust shouldn’t be thinking such things about somebody who was nice enough to not keep him outside. Somebody who could end his life so easily. Sawdust was glad that such feelings didn’t come often. They would only occasionally drift in, and he’d crush them down just as often. He was happy that most times, he was content with just being a stupid pet who didn’t know any better than what their master wanted for them.
He took a couple deep breaths, wincing in the way his ribs ached at the stretch, though some part of him felt justice in the pain. It was what he deserved for thinking such thoughts, after all. He exhaled shakily, body trembling.
Sawdust didn’t know where his master had gone off to. Maybe to get some friends to break him in with. Whatever the future held, it was the future. And though Sawdust knew unbearably well that nothing could stop it from coming, he found some comfort in its certainty.
For the time being, he would make himself as small as possible, take up the smallest amount of space he could, and hope.
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Dollhouse
FISH
Fish is not mine. Fish belongs to @milk-carton-whump but I love fish. And Silver would not behave for this.
[fiiiiiiiish he’s so cute look at his art he’s just babey]
Also Dollhouse Cage Inspo at the bottom
CW: Tiny whumpee, implied captivity, implied later whumping. not too much. Just what I used to daydream about when I was just a wee raccoon playing with dollhouses.
They grabbed the small person to pick him up. Fish yelped, unable to figure out if he wanted to fight the hand or grab onto it for stability. In the end, he held on for dear life, squeezing his eyes closed to keep from seeing the ground getting farther and farther away.
“I found something for you! I think you’ll really like it.”
Fish peeked an eye open but then quickly closed it again. No no no too high - too scary.
He was uncerimonsily dropped into a thin layer of wood chips. Something moved above him and he flinched, trying to cover his head with his arms. A snap and click.
“There! Now you can’t get out. Go ahead - look around! Do you like it?”
Fish looked up to follow their voice and his brow furrowed. There was a mesh in between him and the speaker, making his eyes cross and struggle to focus. They were close, nose practically pressed into the barrier.
“Go on! Look around!” their voice was more pointed this time, like their patience was running out. Fish swallowed and obeyed.
It was a child’s dollhouse. The walls were printed with art of paintings and furniture, the open side covered by a steal mesh he couldn’t hope to break through. There were some wood chips scattered around the floor, and a bit of doll furniture.
At least there was more space than the bowl.
“T-Thank, thank you,” he said softly, but they were close enough to hear everything.
“You haven’t even looked at everything yet! Go to the other rooms!
Fish glanced around. Other rooms?
Oh, yes, there was a doorway cut into one of the walls. Carefully, he stood and made his way over. It was a little bathroom - without water of course. There was a plastic vanity and a reflective sticker on the wall. It wasn’t enough to let him see his reflection, but it kinda worked. There was also a plastic tub in the corner.
There was a ladder in the corner, going down farther into the house. Fish cocked his head, curious. How big was this place? He didn’t even notice the face that was still watching him.
It led him down into a little sitting room, complete with plastic couches and end tables. There was even a fake TV with a sticker of a waving girl stuck on the screen. Her smile was eerie. He didn’t like it.
There was a little kitchen, and to Fish’s complete surprise there was a little dish of water and food in it. They were next to a window - a real window that wasn’t a sticker. There was a latch on the outside for access, far from his reach.
But still. Food.
The fridge door opened but there was just more stickers of food inside.
The last room he found was his favorite. It was a bedroom, with a wooden frame bed. There was even a blanket! Yes, it was cheap fabric glued to the foot of the bed but it was still something. Yes, the pillows were barely filled with stuffing and also glued in place but they were something.
“Th-th-thank you! Thank you so much!” he said, crawling onto it and wrapping the blanket around his shoulders the farthest it would go. It was so, so much better.
“Aww, I knew you’d like it. You’re gonna be such a good boy for me and I’m so excited to play with you.”
Fish’s breath caught in his chest. Still, still better.
Right?
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The Worst X
Last one lets fucking goooooooo
OH thats a fucking IDOL idol, you just know one when you see one
Why is all the foundation on their faces SO yellow
Okay so he's not the leader but he is more special than the others it seems
Where are the teachers at any of these schools
Mask boy
Fujio about the dumbest man alive
None of these boys know hanky code etiquette
Todoroki has a friend! Good for him
I've identified the baby girl and its Yuken
They take selfies together. Unbelievably cute
Anime backstory at the orphanage
Is this gay porn or wrestling? The shirtless POV shots and smiling make it really hard to tell
Yuken is riiiiiipped
Not much fighting so far I gotta say
Why did all the cars just stop in the tunnel when they hadn't even walked over the horizon yet?
These kids are out here trying to commit manslaughter
Tsukasa is about to get maimed
Yeah Tsukasa is getting annihilated
Interrupted his fishing and now the man is mad
Tsukasa has been shibari'd. This movie is really gay. All the others were kind of gay but this one is the most gay
Sameoka wants out of the alliance so bad, raijin and fujin could beat the shit out of Todoroki and he'd still call it in is favour
They needed the prettiest one to whump on and Tsukasa was the only vote
Yasushi is the cutest raccoon goblin I've ever seen, just the most vile energy
Todoroki has such smooth momentum
They've rigged the school in numerous home alone traps
More hanky code
Yuken! Baby girl! Coming through with the moves like Summer Glau
Damn Amagai Suzaki just wants to be your friend
Rao is built like Kiryu Kazuma
Tsukasas shibariness got an upgrade
Suzaki can't stop walking like a runway model
Sachio!
Seriosuly Tsukasa? Get dibs on going to a hospital instead
Why did Yuken gag lol?
Damn Amagai your kinda cringe huh
Suzaki said "baby girl I'm so damn loyal"
Bro you for sure have bleeding in your brain by now
The most special of punches. So dramatic
This is legit like a love confession
He's literally curled up like a sick dog, poor dude
The fight is over, are they gonna cry about friendship again?
Oh my god he's the most sad little meow meow. Get him a hot chocolate and a nap
Piggy back for Yuken cause he's so baby girl
Suzaki your hand is for real bleeding though you need proper stitches and medical intervention
Where are your parents???
Big mood Binzo
My brain is fully rot now
I am watching every HiGH&LoW movie back to back and simply allowing my brain to drip out of my ears
Its how I want to go out
I am taking notes for introspection though, to report my findings
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I recently read Shades of blue after you rwcommended it and Oh My God was it worth it. That was beautiful and amazing and do you have any other recommendations?
✨MISSIONS ACCOMPLISHED✨
AAAAAA I’m so glad you read it!!! Honestly I’ve been waiting for someone to ask me for recs for awhile because I have.........a few...
Miscellaneous ships here, not just Revalink but the first lot are
- Pinesong by @a-perplexing-puzzle D-Do I even need to explain myself more??? I talk about this fic every other day of the week..... it’s just great vibes....soft and fluffy and angsty just *chef’s kiss* two gay boys searching through their old memories to remember how gay they are
- Shades of Blue by @unapologetically-asexual OK I know original anon just said they read this but for you idiots that haven’t read it yet....uhhhh get on that. Nothing I could say would really advertise this fic better than this post
- somebody’s always looking (nothing’s quite as sweet) by @kouzaires One of my FAV Coffee shop AU’s for botw....so sof......so tender...........so warrmmmmm.............they characters are written so well.....just love it...a lot
- Broken Spirits by @legendoftoad It’s just AAAAAAAAAA??!!? My boys are hurting and the malice for half of it is frickin doing things to my boy and then of course you got your PTSD themes meddled in there and hnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhghgh my hurt/comfort itch is sufficiently scratched go read
- Linger On by ICanFlyHigher [idk if they have a tumblr] Ok I actually haven’t finished this fic yet but it’s been recommended time and time again so I’ve been reading this in my spare time I’m on like Chapter 12 or 13 I think but I can say with CERTAINTY that the writing is fantastic and tender moments are off the charts and my boys are so precious and also the Yiga are actually cool in this so that’s nice
- Learning Flight by homewardbound This is just *chefs kiss* *standing ovation* *throws confetti in the air* quality quality Revalink. Just a delicious chocolate cake of botw and Revalink. You got your mysterious Revali waking up 105 years later batter, and your angsty PTSD gay boys duo chocolate chips, and then you can chuck in some engaging sideplot elements as a few tall tiers, and then the cake is all whipped up with the wooden spoon of subtextual writing just mmmm delicious. and ALSO I betaed a thing that is gonna happen and let me tell you shit is gonna happen like VERY IMPORTANT SUPER COOL plot twists be happening so you better read it
- Conversations After The End Of The World by @bismuthllie Ok this one’s a oneshot but I always go back and read it because...idk it just strums my heart strings a lot...I’ve said Pinesong was my first big Revalink fic I’ce read, but this was like...my first, first piece of Revalink content I read ever so...yeah <3 ....and also the art for this comic is fantastic too even thought it gives me the emotions......hahaha ok Revali it’s time to stop being dead
- I See You Swimming In The Sky by @unavoidablekoishi OK OK I know my logic isn’t the best considering it’s the only Revali/Mipha fic I’ve read, but god dammit it’s the best Revpha fic I’ve ever read I still need to catch up cause I’m like 3 chapters behind but this fic CONVERTED me ok, miphvali went from a “huh yeah the art is nice I can kinda see it” to “THAT FISH IS SIMPING FOR THE BIRD 24/7 AND THEY DESERVE EACH OTHER″ This is some *claps* GOOD. SHIT. Ok? *slaps roof of fic* This bad boy can fit so much charming characterization and interaction (and also has made me scream both happily and not happily on several occasions)
- Guardian of The Wilds by @no-themes-just-memes in which I constantly miscall it “Guardian of the Wild” because I’m stupid This isn’t so much a ship fic but it’s so cool Link is a spirit, Urbosa and Zelda’s mom are a thing, Zelda is HERE and she is AMAZING like no spoilers but holy shit Zelda is here and slaying in more ways than one and riding Satori and hhnnnnhhhhhhhh it’s all about those ~plot twists~ and tone changes ya know? very very very nice...
- Firebird by @paellaplease Oh no, it’s Kip’s obligatory Firebird gush whoopsie poopsie who would have guessed surely not me. This is just my standard for Oc ship content now it’s so good I am gay for one fire girl Maiya is my spirit animal and I just wanna cup her in my hands softly even though I know she would probably burn me for it but it would totally be worth it. The writing is just superb and I am also gay for great imagery and action which this is chalk full of so go read it
Ok it’s actually 2am right now and I still need to finish a bunch of AP work so I’m just gonna speed run the rest of these recs
@echogekkos writes such cute and soft Miphlink fics that are on my top tier list like this one and oh crap this post made me realize Healing Touch updated crap there are so many things I need to read and catch up on anyways want more miphlink angst? BOOM read the inspiration for eternity by Merakkli and oh what’s that? You want deep lore that was custom made with lots of hot ocs in a fic that spans way beyond BOTW welp here’s Hyrule Bound a universe entirely created by @themisadventurescrew which is yet another fic series that I am behind on crap but oh shit @kittmoon has started a chapter fic called Jaded Seas recently so you should go read that but also all of their oneshots are great as well so you should follow them and did I mention that everyone I’ve tagged are people you should follow because yeah anyhow here’s a crackfic about Goron children that had me shaking out of either fear or confusion for a few days by @angsttronaut ok moving on @thatsnotzelda writes beautifully just take a look at this angsty Revalink thing and also bambambambam you’ve been ambushed by @hatenostorms @going-fancognito @ashrel @lizards-writing-blog so now go request some from them because I said so they’re great also uhhh @idiotic-canadian and @moonchildrenn [Pins_and_Patches on ao3] hate happiness but that’s ok because I get to be emotionally wrecked by their angst and whump hurray! wait fUCK I completely forgot to rec this earlier but my first Zelpha fic was this gorgeous Coffeeshop AU by @theseventhsage called Dreaming of Coffee and Love so go read that *flipping through entire history of ao3* let’s see let’s see... All of the Rito Chronicles by sturms_sun_shattered is great, and this Teba/Harth one is also a fav and oh CRAP my zelink content is just everything by @fatefulfaerie because it’s just *throws colorful streamers in the air* pretty and I love their writing welp I’m about to collapse lets just end it off with the z’s like @zzariyo and @zeawesomebirdie on ao3 they are some pretty radical french fries if i do say so myself and and ok ok read this other Zelpha coffee au which is also by @kouzaires and this Modern au also by @unavoidablekoishi ok that’s all I can remember right now bye
#in case you couldn't tell my anxiety about tagging people becomes noneexistent when it comes to recommending them#you guys better be following them or else i will...uh#idk i'll be sad i guess i dont have a creative threat right now i'm tired#am i tagging each and every ship?#eh we'll find out after i do the other tags#fic rec#fic recs#plural...? yeah?#botw fanfiction#botw#breath of the wild#legend of zelda botw#loz botw#revalink#miphlink#zelpha#revpha#botw x reader#botw x oc#teba x harth#idk what that shipname is#tarth? sldkjfslkfj#tarth like a pop tart. pop tarth#zelink#wtf did i miss i missed something
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I just went to cvs and got my booster and my mom came with and got me gummy sharks. Imagine that but with Ev and Eli. Maybe Eli holding a stuffed animal and Ev distracting him. Think about it.
That's so cute. Thank you for this.
CW: a kid gets a shot. I wouldn’t call it whump because 1. He’s like, 10, and 2. There’s no pain, just a little scare. But still, several mentions of needles and shots
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Even though he knew this was completely necessary, Everett somehow still felt like he was betraying him just by bringing him to the pharmacy for a shot. He had warned him the day before so he had time to emotionally prepare, but it hadn’t seemed to do much as he had hid for most of the morning and then cried the entire time Ev tried to get him ready to go. He’d only calmed down somewhat when he suggested he bring one of his stuffed animals to comfort him, and now his brother was sitting there waiting, shaking like a leaf and clutching a purple stuffed dolphin to his chest. He was watching Everett intently, and while the pharmacist got things ready Everett came back over to him, kneeling down at his side so he could be close to him but out of the way.
“Hey, you’re gonna be okay…” He said softly, and Eli nodded, sniffling. He kept looking back at the pharmacist, shifting closer to Everett as he knew it was going to happen sooner rather than later. “Eli, look at me.” He told him, trying to keep his attention on him. “Just do as she asks, and it’ll be done quickly, okay? You won’t even feel it. Once we’re done, you can pick something out in the store, I promise.” He said, which didn’t calm him down as much as he hoped, but he nodded again, looking away as she came over to them, the needle already in her hand. He didn’t think his eyes could get any wider, the softest whine coming from his mouth.
“When you’re ready, can I see your arm?” She asked gently, and he nodded but made no attempt to move, sitting frozen in place as he seemed to get more and more worked up, taking quick breaths as he struggled to blink back tears. Everett knew they’d never get through this if he didn’t distract him, and there was always one thing that would catch his attention no matter what.
“Eli, can you tell me about your dolphin?” He asked, pointing to his stuffed animal.
“H-huh..?” He asked, looking back at him, his voice cracking.
“Tell me about dolphins, come on, you always know a lot about fish.” He encouraged him.
“Th-they aren’t, they aren’t fish.” Eli corrected him. Off to a great start. “They- they’re mammals, they uh, they b-breathe air, and, and have lungs, not gills, and they’re w-warm blooded.”
“Right, of course. What else can you tell me?” He asked, taking his eyes off Eli to nod to the pharmacist as she gently took Eli’s arm, the boy hardly noticed as he began prattling on about them.
“Um, um, they like, they can use echo-uh-echolocation for uh, to communicate, th-that’s not all, they make clicks and w-whistles too but I, I think that’s cooler.” He said, so caught up in what he was saying he didn’t even react to the prick of the needle. He had to focus harder on what he was saying, for the most part his stutter had improved over the years but it still came back from time to time, especially when he was nervous like he had been now.
“Yeah, that is cooler, huh?” Everett said, and he nodded excitedly, only to snap his attention back to the pharmacist as she smoothed a bandaid over the tiny spot left behind.
“Alright, all done!” She said, and Eli almost looked like he didn’t believe her.
“You-you did it?” He asked, looking between her and his arm.
“I did, you’re good to go.” She said with a smile.
“But I- but I didn’t feel it-“
“I told you you wouldn’t.” Everett reminded him. He still looked somewhat confused, like he wasn’t sure they were really done, but he certainly wasn’t going to question it further.
“Oh, o-okay…” He said quietly, giving his dolphin another squeeze as he finally let himself relax, taking a deep breath.
Once they were all done with that, Everett of course held up his end of the deal, following Eli around the store as he tried to settle on just one thing. Ev would’ve bought him everything he asked for if he could, but ultimately the kid settled on a bag of gummy sharks, he actually seemed more excited over those than anything else in the store, and Everett was happy to buy them for him. Just to brighten his day up some more he ended up taking him to a playground they frequented, sitting at a picnic table as Eli eagerly opened his bag of candy.
“Make sure not to make yourself sick now.” Everett warned him, but Eli was hardly listening as he looked over one of the gummies, absolutely delighted just by the shape of the thing.
“Here, you have one!” He said, holding one out to him, which he gladly took, watching Eli to make sure he didn’t eat one too many.
He was already in such a better mood, it was as if he hadn’t spent the earlier hours of the day in a state of pure despair. Everett was honestly just happy to see improvement from that, he hated to see his brother scared or upset but he knew they couldn’t always avoid it. He didn’t know why but Eli seemed to get sick more often than other kids, and while he didn’t mind taking care of him he couldn’t always be around to do so, and if a quick shot could help that then so be it. Besides, judging by his brother’s happy and bubbly behavior, it didn’t seem to be anything that some gummy sharks couldn’t make up for.
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HI! Fish is too cute and pure for this planet. Can we please get some fluff/whump from Oliver fixing his arm with a tiny sling or something? <3
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CW: fixing an injury, painful caretaking, hurt/comfort, tiny whumpee, fluff, angst
Tiny hands and feet grabbed and pulled at his sweater, the tiny boy they belonged to was a nervous wreck. Oliver could feel Deeb's anxiety as the tiny boy watched him, studying each movement his large fingers made. It didn't help that Fish was cradled in his hands, the source of Dustbunny's worry.
"Deeb. Deeb… I'm gonna need you to relax a little bit, bud. You're worrying more than Fish is." Oliver murmured gently.
"Sorry, just. Please be careful, he's really hurt." Deeb worriedly pleaded.
"I'll be as careful as I can, but, you need to know he's going to be in more pain before he gets better. Fixing his arm isn't going to be pleasant for any of us." Oliver reminded.
Deeb grabbed at Oliver's hair, holding it nervously in his small hands.
"Alright Fish, this will hurt but it'll be healed in no time, ok?"
The tiny boy in his hands nodded, a few stray tears rolled down his cheeks. Oliver's large fingers gently squeezed the boy's arm, beginning to pull it to try and get the bone back into place.
Fish let out a scream of agony as his painful arm was pulled, his lip began to bleed from how hard he bit into it. He could only think of the pain he was in as Oliver pulled his arm to try and get the bone back into place, a quick glance up let him see Deeb's worried face looking down at him.
Finally Oliver pulled the small arm to a point where he could let it go back into its place. It would be in pain for awhile but at least he knew that Fish could use it again.
The small boy lay nearly limp in his hands, drifting in and out of consciousness from the agony of his elbow being put back into place. His tiny chest heaving as he took deep breaths to try and recover.
Deeb climbed down Oliver's sweater sleeve, tripping and getting caught before finally managing to get into his hands. He threw his arms around Fish's exhausted shoulders and pulled him against his chest, just glad his best friend was okay. He felt his tears fall into Fish's brown hair while a damp spot had formed on his shirt where the other boy had begun to cry.
"Fish, Fish I'm so glad you're okay. I was so worried, you're okay though now, we're okay." Deeb mumbled into his friend's hair, still holding him close.
"We… we're okay.. my arm's gonna get better real soon." Fish mumbled back into Deeb's sweater.
Oliver carefully stood up, carrying the pair to the living room with him and set them gently into a nest made from a soft blanket. He watched as Deeb produced a small piece of fabric and tied it around Fish's neck and placed the recovering elbow into it, creating a tiny sling.
Finally content that Fish was comfortable and safe, Deeb let himself sit down in the blanket nest. He looked up to Oliver nervously, fidgeting with his fingers in the process.
"Thank you for helping him… I was afraid I was going to lose him."
"You're both very welcome, I would miss him and you terribly. Now, get some rest, it won't do him any good if his best friend is exhausted."
With that, Deeb nodded and snuggled into the soft blanket, keeping a hand on his already sleeping friend.
#fixing an injury#painful caretaking#hurt/comfort#tiny whumpee#big caretaker#fluff#angst#dislocated bones#fish#🐟#deeb#deeb and fish#oliver
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More Broken Glass
So this.. I don't even know how this even came into my head.. I was just like.. Broken glass, yes. Scared Asher, yessss. So uhm, here it is!!! hyujfgukfj.
A big thank you to @heathenwhump for helping me at the start!!!!! Here is a balloon for you teehee 🎈
CW: oki umm, broken glass.. Heheh / forced to kneel on broken sharp object / slight dehumanization / knocked out / just... a very scared whumpee ngl dhjgkf / (if I left anything out lmk!! :)
Asher froze the minute the glass connected with the tiles of the kitchen. The sound of glass breaking echoed through the whole house. His breathing started picking up as he heard the television pause in the other room. Heavy footsteps plodded down the hallway. Asher didn't dare turn around. He could hear his heartbeat rapidly thumping in his ears. He felt nauseous. Was he about to collapse? Could he-
“Care to explain yourself?” Rodger asked in a calm voice that sent shudders down Asher’s back.
Rodger stood at the door frame, arms folded.
“I-” Asher was panting at this stage, “I just- it- it- it ….fell.”
“It just… fell?”
Asher nodded quickly. “Y-Yeah, I was uhm, I was over there.”
Anxiously pointing to the corner of the kitchen, Asher continued, “And then the uh- the …...glass, yes, the glass just uhm, it just fell.”
“So you're telling me, that you were over in the complete other side of the room, then a big ‘ghost’ came along and smashed the glass, and now you're being framed for it?”
Asher cleared his throat, “I mean… when you put it that way, it just sounds ridiculous.” He tried to laugh but stopped the minute he was met with Rodger’s same cold face.
Asher huffed, “Alight, fine. I dropped it, okay? I didn't mean to!” Rodger ground his teeth. “That's alr-” No, wait. No. It wasn't alright. Rodger had been going so soft on him recently, “Oh you're in big trouble now.” Asher’s eyebrows furrowed, “Dude, it was just a fucking glass, chill out.”
“Chill- Chill out?! Asher, all I have done recently is let you get away with things. But now it's over. You need to learn your place again. Kneel.” Asher laughed, “What?”
“Are you fucking deaf? I said `kneel’.” When Asher didn't move, Rodger didn't hesitate to storm over and roughly pushed Asher to his knees, right on top of the glass. Asher let out a cry, “AAAAAGHH! Rodger, R-Rodger!!! Please!!!!!”
“I don't want to fucking hear it, I have had enough of your whining ass, you need to learn whats right and whats wrong,” He pushed Asher’s shoulders further down as Asher tried to stand, forcing the glass further into his skin. Asher’s hands desperately fought Rodger’s but nothing worked.
“Say it,” Rodger spat. “Say fucking what!?” Rodger pushed Asher's shoulders down again. “AGH! S-say what?!?” He was desperate, his voice sounded desperate. He heaved in breaths as tears started to fall. His body hopelessly fought for any kind of relief.
“Say that you know your place.”
“I know my place!!! Jesus Christ!” “And what is your place?”
Asher gulped, “Wh-what?”
“Your hearing seems to be getting bad Asher,” Rodger sneered in a fake caring way.
“It's not my hearing you dumbass, you're just making no sense.”
Rodger let go of one of Asher’s shoulders and quickly backhanded him, “Tell me your fucking place if you're so confident you know it!”
“Oh my god, will you just lay off it?! Let me get up you fucker!”
Rodger’s head was almost numb from frustration, Asher wasn't cooperating and Rodger was running out of threats. He quickly grabbed another glass that was on the table and smashed it over Asher’s head. There was a sudden silence and Asher collapsed to the ground with a groan. He was still conscious. Which was unfortunate for Asher.
Rodger's eyes widened as an idea struck him. He fished in his pockets for his phone, “Stay here, I'm gonna make a call and when I get back here, you better be in the exact same position you are in right now Do, not, move.”
Oh, Asher wasn't planning to. Oh no no no. He couldn't move. His body was full of fire. His knees stung as blood continued to fall. He was ashamed as he whimpered, but that was better than crying...well, that's what he told himself.
He heard talking in the next room. He tried to crawl closer to the room so he could make out what was being said but it was useless. He groaned and tried his best to stand up but quickly fell back to the ground as a wave of nausea hit him.
Just as he closed his eyes, Rodger returned, making Asher groan, “Fuck offffffffff, just leave me alone for two fuckung min-” He wheezed as Rodger’s boot was firmly placed on his back, knocking the air out of him. “Shut it. Now, we have a guest coming in an hour. I would normally tell you to get washed, but I think I want him to see what mess you've gotten yourself into.”
‘Him’. “Antonio?” Rodger chuckled, “Oh no no, worse. Much worse.” Asher gulped, he tried to think of who could be possible who- No!
Rodger must’ve seen the pure shock and terror in Asher’s face when he chuckled. “N-n-no PLEASE! I’ll- I’ll do anything!” Rodger snickered, “Oh Ashy, it's too late for that.” Asher let out a mute cry.
An hour later, the doorbell rang. Asher felt as if he was about to get sick. He took deep breaths and closed his eyes, this was just a nightmare… this wasn't real… this can't be happening. No. He can't do this. How could Rodger be so cruel? It was the voice that made Asher lose it. His brain screamed at him to run but the restraints which kept him kneeling but the table, hands tied to the coffee table’s leg.
“Aiden! Thank you so much for coming in such short notice!!!” “Oh, of course!!! I’d do anything for my Danny boy.”
Asher felt physical chills down his back as he shuddered in disgust. Footsteps grew louder and Asher tried to kick himself away. As far away from the monster as possible. No use. Aiden laughed his booming laugh as he stopped at the door frame, taking in the site in front of him, “Well, well, well. Looks like you’ve got yourself into a little… pickle.” Asher heaved in breaths, “G-go away. Leave me the fuck alone!”
Aiden was fully taken back at the cursing, “Well now Danny, that's not very nice of you! Here I was, missing you so much over the months, and this is what I get in response?? Well, I'm glad Rodger called me, I can finally put you back into your place.”
“Wh-where’s Rodger?” Asher asked, refusing to believe that he heard a car’s tires against the driveway. “Oh, oh he’s gone. He thought that it would be best if he left. You know, finally have a break from you!” Asher shook his head, “Pl-please, I’ll be good, I’ll be good!” He cried. “You see?? Listen to yourself!! I have been here for not even five minutes and you're starting to come back!!! Now just think about it if I stay with you for the rest of the day!” Then he gasped, “And maybe even tomorrow!!!” Another gasp, “What if I brought you back to the house tomorrow so you can.. Catch up with your friends!”
Asher hated how Aiden was getting so… excited about this. He shook his head again, not too violent so his vision wouldn't spin anymore than how much it was right now. Now, you stay there for a moment while I sus out the place, especially downstairs!!!” Aiden clapped, excited.
Asher curled in on himself. It’s a dream. FUCK, please show me it's a dream. I can't, I can't do this. I can't face this. I can’t face him!
But deep down. He knew full well it was not a dream. He tried to think of happy things, happy memories. But all that came into his head were memories from Aiden’s house. All the pain. All the hurt. He couldn't. He can't. He had to.
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Blank Space
An idea came to mind so here. Just gonna say I made a playlist for Albus and Sann on spotify. Here. You can go listen to it here.
Taglist! Hope you liked it! Thank you for reading and sticking by for so long! :D
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CW// child abuse and domestic violence, children going missing, child neglect, starvation, and useless child services.
“…ller…Mu…”
Someone was calling for him. But there was a ringing on his ears and his head hurt. The cap on his head with the chipped borders, protected him from the annoying white light of the school´s infirmary. He had been sent there during E.P. After he had refused to continue doing sit-ups because of the pain. In the distance, he heard a sigh.
“Serra”
“Don´t call me that” the boy´s lips moved instantly.
The guy with the white lab coat let out a sigh.
“Sorry, Muller. But I can´t do anything if you don´t show me what´s wrong” the boy exhaled, trying to dissimulate how much it pained him to do even that.
“Can´t you feel it above the clothes or something?” the boy tried to negotiate. The shame swallowing whole. The man gave him an exasperated frown as reply. Muller sighed, wetting his lips before putting his hands on the dirty gym shirt. The last tower standing between him and the reality the doctor shouldn´t see. Shouldn´t know. “Please?”
“Muller…” that tone was the signal to drop it. So he braced and lifted it up to the man, straying his eyes to a corner. The man´s eyes turned into brown plates, mouth hanging disgusted at the way his bones looked like they were trying to pop out the thin layer of bruised skin.
“Oh my god…” he exhaled just before he saw the shirt fall. The man opened his mouth a few times. Like a fish trying to breath out of the water. Gasping for just a bit of precious oxygen. But he was just a man who rubbed the side of his head and leaned on to him with those eyes full of pity he didn´t want. “I know you´re no fighter, Muller. You´re the quiet kid with regular notes. Can you tell me where did you really get those?”
He stayed quiet. Locking his jaw as he breathed in.
If he said the truth it would be worse. It would hurt and not only for him. It would be bad and even worse for Annie. Who was in class. Surely talking with her friends and bragging about the cake he had bought for her birthday. Smiling despite the bandages on her wrist.
He had tried before. To tell someone with authority about his father. He had been hopeful. They had patched him up and let him bath and eat a normal meal. But what happened then was that he was sat in a cold room with a chair in the middle. Talked with a woman that simply took notes, before giving him back to the man they had told him he wouldn´t see again. Just to go straight back home and resume what had made him call child services in the first place.
“I got into a fight” He said.
“Tell me the truth”
“I got into a fight”
“We both know-”
“It won´t change anything if I say the truth or not” Muller said with red eyes lit up in rage.
“Serra…”
“Don´t call me that. I got into a fight and lost. That´s the truth” The ringing on his ears went up. “Just…Just do your damn job and give me something for the pain, doc” the boy said scrunching his eyes, passing a hand over them roughly, in hopes it would end the headache. His dad had grabbed the broom on his hands while he cleaned the living room´s floor of the carpet of beer cans. Said the sound woke him up. So he shoved him to the floor and let it rain down until it broke. Then he had lost interest and gone back to sleep. That´s when he could scramble outside. Forgetting his backpack on the way.
The doctor let out a long, long breath that just made Muller grit his teeth. He finally rolled down to a cabinet. Unlocked it and let his fingers navigate the few pill cases there were. Nothing strong. Nothing that would stop the fear and the pain forever. Just a pill of ibuprofen.
Muller wasn´t amused in the slightest, but it would help. That and a bit of ice on his eye. The doctor put a bag of it on his lap. Taking off the cap, he let his head hang. Letting the cool sensation of the ice wash the pain away.
“Lay down and don´t take the pill just yet, ok? Do you like sandwiches, Muller?” He asked digging on his backpack next to the desk. Taking out his wallet.The boy snapped his healthy eye open going red of embarrassment. Of course, you need to eat something before taking pills and that had happened yesterday afternoon. Around seventeen hours ago.
It vaguely reminded him of Don, the doctor’s clinic where appointments were profusely refused to be paid and the man even gave them his own children’s old clothes. The boy had tried to keep the smell when he did laundry, but it inevitably started to smell like his father at some point.
“Y-yes, Thank you…” he muttered before the man turned to the door. Or tried to, before the albino grabbed his wrist. “Doc, please, don´t tell anybody about this” the man gave him a pained look as the ice bag slipped off his face. “I…Albinos bruise easily…it was just a fight I lost. Please…” Muller hoped it was enough. He was aware he was known among his classmates as a troublemaker. Coming with bruises and scratches almost every day kept people at an arm length. He would use that. He could use it and keep people away from the truth. That he didn´t search for trouble because going back home was enough.
Just so she wouldn´t need to do the same.
The man slowly put away the boy´s hand. “It´s absolutely impossible to call someone, Muller? Child services?” he knelt next to him. Taking the ice pack that had slid to his lap and putting it against his swollen eye. “You don´t have anyone you could stay with? Just for a while?”
The boy´s face went dark. Even as it formed an ironic smile.
“Why would I be here if I had a place like that, Doc?”
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When he went back to class, patched up and cradling his ribs, changed into his normal wear from the secret backpack on his locker, to enter art class. He saw a few people muttering something when he came inside the classroom before pulling his cap down. Looking at his red sneakers as he navigated to his seat at the front. Then tried to blink into focus the words on the board.
“Free assignment. High contrast. Acrylics. Due next Wednesday. Be sure to return the materials clean and dry. Be creative!”
Muller sighed slowly. They weren’t sure if they really had a teacher or if they were being given classes by a ghost, as they would have the instructions written on the board and had to leave them on the desk that day or the date written. Receiving their scores through email he had to check on the library.
It was odd, but it was also easier to not be disrupted on the only place he could take his cheap mp3, put the earphones to silence the room and just paint. His moment of full relaxation of the week.
After putting the earphones, he had no idea what to paint, however. He stared at it with a pencil on his hand for a long time, drumming it into his jeans, until an idea came to his head, making him smile. He rolled up the sleeves of his oversized sweater and dipped into sketching light lines over the smooth surface. Halfway through an upbeat song, he felt eyes on him. Brown eyes staring into the purple of his forearm. Not shiny from the cream the doctor had rubbed on it to numb out the pain anymore.
Muller rolled back down the sleeve, pulling his eyes away, before he stood up to grab the paint tubes in the other side of the room. A few girls scooting away as they spotted him. Always looking down, averting his sight from other’s curious eyes.
Two hours of work later, the black paint had reigned over the canvas. He had had to squint harder to get the tiniest little details of it right. Using negative space to frame the silhouette of fruit plate, a candlestick with hanging jewels and a chalice. Leaving them completely white.
A blank space in the immense blackness.
Happy with the result and having played the list four times, he accidentally put the brush with black paint over his cheek. Rubbing it away just smudging it. Letting out a groan, he noticed nobody was there anymore. Had left their half assed paintings on the desk or simply left.
He began to pick up the dirty brushes left from his classmates and went to the sink to clean them thoroughly like always. He didn’t need thanks, but it would be easier if they didn’t try to put out the desperation of the exam periods on the poor brush by smashing them open. There always was one that couldn’t be saved. He was about to throw it out, right when he saw the bruise on his forearms. Going darker in long stripes.
He pressed his lips together as he dipped the brush into the white paint and stroked his arm with it. The cool sensation of the sticky material covering his bruised skin, almost melting into his natural color made him do the same to his other arm.
When he finished it was almost as if he hadn’t fled his house after being hit with a broom that morning. It had been so easy to cover them as it was easy to wipe it off in a rush for the next class. Half finishing up and putting the painting on the desk. Trying to run as fast as he could, when he heard someone coming closer.
The woman saw him scramble outside the classroom as she went in through the other door. She just came in to take the paintings to her car to evaluate, but that time she found herself absorbed on the painting. Taking it into her hands, shocked. Noticing to a smile the same little “A. M.” Painted on the far corner, always there on her favorites of the class. She turned to the door, light brown wavy hair jumping swiftly at the motion.
She put the painting on top of the others as she marched back to the parking spot her old Tsuru was on. She would make sure to arrive early next time and offer him that little place on the students exhibition.
She did wake up early, to most of her disgrace and her co worker’s surprise. She did arrive to class with the announcement of the school’s artistic exhibition, spooking her students and earning groans, but she didn’t see a kid with a white ponytail in oversized clothes. Not the next week, or the one after that.
His painting hanged on large boards among other student’s works, regardless. But he never came back to see it
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Something worth fighting for.
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Chapter 12
CW: negative self talk, internalized shame
“No.” Ansgar’s eyes were fixed on the newspaper crinkling in his earth-crusted hands. He had insisted on watering and breaking up the summer dry soil alone today.
“Wha- wha- what, what do you mean? No?”
“I mean, that I won’ help ya ruinin’ ya life, is what I mean.”
Sahar hitched in a breath, eyeing the spot where the wooden veranda gave way to the now dark and moistened earth of their yard. They had prepared the earth together every year since that fateful summer he had fished him out of the river.
It felt wrong to not be caked in it and sip chilled iced tea on the bench next to Ansgar.
For the first time in eight years, Sahar felt out of place again.
“But… but but but you only taught me how how how to dodge and, and avoid attacks, so so so far,” He mumbled, twisting his linen shirt in too clean hands. “That’s not enough to to to win my fight and pass the entrance-”
“Yeah, because ya ain’t supposed to get into fights!” Ansgar bellowed, newspaper rustling in his trembling hands. “One bad hit, Sahar. One bad hit is all it takes and the whole village is gonna know. Jus’ cause Charlotte and that Gideon boy don’t wanna hurt ya, doesn’t mean everyone else in the village ain’t gonna try.”
Ansgar paused.
“We don’t know how they all think about- about children like yaself. I know ya feel safe cause ya protected the kids but- All the good deeds in the world mean nothing to a man whose heart is filled with hate.”
“I, I, I, I know that.” Sahar pushed his shirt sleeve up, revealing the deep scars covering his arm. The ones from the spider bite were still angry red and twisting mere centimeters under the pale jagged line, where a knife once was buried to the hilt in his flesh. “I know that better than any any any anyone. But I can’t- I can’t keep living like this.”
“Like what? Livin’ in a home where you're loved?”
“No!” The word burst out of him, raw and loud and unexpected like the first cicada scream in a silent summer night. “I can't keep living in in in the prison of my own fear.” There were tears in his eyes, in the cracking of his voice. “Of my... shame. For the first time, the first time in my whole life I have a a a a reason to be proud- of of myself. Proud of my my my cursed stupid body, because, because it was finally, finally good for something. And I don’t- I ca- ca -can’t, I can’t give this up now.”
Sahar’s shoulders shook. His heart raced, thundered somewhere high up in his throat, an angry hurricane tearing and tugging at him from the inside out. His hands flew through the air like tree branches caught in the storm of his emotions.
“I’d rather- rather die living the life I, I, I choose, than being stuck on a backwater farm for- for- forever hate-hate- hating myself!”
There were tears in Ansgars eyes, now, and Sahar wished he could gather up all the words that had fallen from his lips and stuff them back into his mouth, swallow and rebury them in the deepest corners of himself.
“There is nothin’-” Ansgar rasped. “You hear me. Nothin’ to hate about ya. You’re braver than a rhinoceros beetle, with a heart three times as big. Smart and kind and hardworkin’ and anyone who ain’t seeing that is a blind fool.”
“Then help me to to to- to show them.”
“I- '' Ansgars breath caught. “I couldn't bear t’ see ya gettin’ hurt.”
“I already am. All all all the time. I need to do this to stop, stop, stop hurting.”
Ansgar busied himself with the newspaper, making a show of unfolding it completely, hiding behind the rustling paper to gather himself, before he folded it neatly in two and laid it on the bench beside him. “Aight.” Sahar heard how Ansgar swallowed past the lump in his throat. “Then hurry and get Charlotte, we have only two weeks until ya guy’s entrance exam, right?”
Sahar's eyes sparkled. Summer sunshine after a cloudburst.
“Yes, Sir.”
#whump#whump writing#mutant whump#mutant whumpee#emotional whump#scarred whumpee#scars#post apocalyptic whump#post apocalypse whump#post apocalyptic#post apocalypse#some flowers have teeth#sahar ma precious bean
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Titans (Comics) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roy Harper & Dick Grayson & Donna Troy & Garth & Wally West, Roy Harper & Dick Grayson Characters: Roy Harper, Dick Grayson, Donna Troy, Garth, Wally West Additional Tags: Teen Titans as Family, Fab Five, POV Roy Harper, Dick Grayson Whump, Hurt/Comfort, getting stuck in small places, Dick pisses people off too much, cat carriers, Canon Typical Violence, roy is trying his best, Dick is bendy, Roy Harper is Speedy, Dick Grayson is Robin, Donna Troy is Wonder Girl, Garth is Aqualad, Wally West is Kid Flash, Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, But he gets a kiss on the head instead, No Beta We Die Like Roy Harper, Stitches, Blood, Vomit, muscle spasms, TW for Claustrophobia Series: Part 2 of Bad Things Happen Bingo Summary:
The one where Dick rescues the Teen Titans, and they immediately have to return the favor.
Roy cursed as his fingers slipped; he’d just been about to make some damned progress on the chain. But no. He was stuck, chained to a wall, in some godforsaken place. He was never gonna hear the end of it from Dick if he couldn’t get out of these cuffs.
He slumped back against the wall of the dimly lit, empty little closet. At least Dick had gotten away. He’d owe one to Wally for listening to him.
<em>“KF, get Speedy out of-”</em> He’d never forget the look of shock on his face when Wally scooped him up instead. Dick was gonna be pissed, they were in a lecture for sure, but Roy wasn’t dumb – he knew Dick had the best chance of getting them out of this mess.
Especially because the JLA were off world.
And the Teen Titans weren’t technically supposed to be going on missions right now…
And he’d been the one to suggest they go out anyways.
He fidgeted with the lock again, ugh. This was so embarrassing – he felt like a kid playing dress up rather than a superhero. Well, he couldn’t feel too bad – Donna and Garth had gotten grabbed first, and Wally got abducted on his way back to pick him up. So, he was at least the second to last man standing.
The chains refused to budge – he was starting to get worried. It’d almost been an hour, they needed to get Garth out – no way fish boy would die of dehydration on his watch. If he had his bow, he could have picked this by now. He huffed in irritation as the chains slipped again, as he lost what little progress he made.
Even if he got out the chains, he’d have to get out the door, find the others, free them, and somehow get out. And he had no idea where this even was.
Dick could get them out of this… right?
Maybe he should’ve let Wally get him out of there instead – but even then, what would he even do? No – he’d made the right decision. But in the eerie silence, he couldn’t help but feel a small amount of regret.
The light coming from the bottom of the door flickered, a shadow appearing. Roy rolled to his side, trying to get a better look. There were two black boots, silently approaching. The doorhandle jiggled, quietly opening.
He heard a shout as the door slipped open – Dick’s alarmed face appearing for half a second before recoiling. He threw a set of lockpicks in the room before Roy could hear his footsteps pounding away.
Roy caught the lockpicks with his mouth, and carefully dropped them into his hands, immediately getting to work. He tried to tune out the sounds of a scuffle outside, tried not to worry as he heard Dick taunting whoever was out there, tried not to panic as he heard shots being fired.
His hands shook as he finally heard the first click. His palms were getting wet with sweat – and he fumbled for a moment, the pick slipping out of his hands just as he started to work on the second lock. Fuck. He couldn’t afford to waste any more time – Dick’s taunts were starting to sound strained, from the sounds of things, he was outnumbered.
He leaned back, grasping for the pick. More footsteps pounded through the halls.
“For a count, you’re really bad at-” Dick’s voice cut off with a thud. Roy’s heart pounded against his chest.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuckkity fuckcakes.” His fingers finally found the picks, and he forced himself to breathe slowly, and stay calm. He could do this. It was no different then steadying his hands while using his bow. They worked under pressure all the time.
The lock clicked open in what had to be record time. He quickly shook the cuffs off his wrist, and immediately started work on his ankles. Footsteps were walking away from him, by the time he got through, there was silence in the hall once more.
“Shit.” He muttered, rubbing his wrists as he stood. He crept to his door, peeking out. The hall was empty to the left, though a few unconscious goons laid off to the right. He had two options. Try and find the others or try and find where Dick had gone off to. He couldn’t wait too long; Dick had a tendency to piss off his captors and Garth would need water if he’d been left high and dry.
As he stood in the hallway, trying to make his decision, a near-silent pattering of footsteps began echoing closer. He leapt back into the room, adrenaline rushing through his veins. Quietly pulling the door shut, he held his breath.
The quiet steps got closer, stopping in front of the door. He dropped into a defensive position, getting ready for a-
“Speedy?” Donna whispered, cracking the door open. He sighed in relief, at least something today had gone right. She swung open the door as he waved. He was pleasantly surprised to see Garth and Wally standing behind her.
“Where’s Rob?” Garth asked, his face falling as he scanned the empty room.
“He asked me to get these two out and meet him here.” Wally explained hastily, pulling out a hand drawn map. Roy shook his head.
“Sorry guys, he got grabbed while I was getting out of the cuffs.” A pit was forming in the bottom of his stomach. For something to go right with them, something else had to have gone wrong. “Follow me.” He whispered, heading off to the right.
They slunk down the hall, trying to ignore the amount of blood and what seemed to be vomit scattered around the area where the skirmish had taken place. Roy could feel adrenaline coursing through his veins, his heart leaping into his throat every time he caught a shadow moving in the corner of his eye.
Donna slipped her hand into his, looking just as anxious as he felt. He gave her a reassuring squeeze. He signaled with his other hand for them to stop at the end of the hallway. Silently he poked his head around the corridor. A flight of stairs led up to a higher level.
He picked his path quickly and quietly, making sure nothing squeaked or creaked. As he climbed, he was acutely aware of a steady trail of blood speckled across each step. He let go of Donna, and motioned for the others to follow in his footsteps.
He crouched down as he reached the top. The stairs opened into the back corner of the main headquarters of these assholes. He pointed at Wally, motioning for him to join at the top. He scanned the room, hopefully Dick was in here – Wally could grab him and they’d get the fuck out. There was a wall of monitors mounted on a desk in the back (some of which showed them still neatly locked up in their rooms). A table sat in the center; a few goons sat there keeping an eye on the screen.
His eyes followed the trail of blood across the floor, it led to a box(?) under the desk, a navy blanket covered it, obscuring its shape. He nudged Wally, pointing it out, and Wally nodded back shooing them back down the stairs.
Garth passed him the map, wordlessly showing him the route out as he reached the bottom of the stairs. They waited a few minutes, watching as Wally stood at the top of the stairs, readying himself for the perfect moment. In the blink of an eye, Wally was in front of him, the covered box in his arms.
He ripped off the blanket, tossing it aside. He heard Donna gasp next to him and fought to stifle his own reaction.
“I left you alone for five minutes…” He whispered, pulling the lockpicks out again. What he assumed was Dick was crammed into a cat carrier, his side/arm(?) bulging out against the metal bars. A hefty padlock rested against the side, another on the top. Roy’s blood boiled, his vision tinting red around the edges.
Who the fuck would do that to a kid? Dick was annoying – but this? This was-
“Get… out first.” Dick wheezed. Roy snapped back into the present. Blood dripped from the bottom of the carrier. “Not… safe… here.” Wally passed the carrier to Donna, and together, they quietly sprinted towards the exit.
“I’m going to kill them.” Roy swore, from the safety of their Titans sub (because of course the base was underwater, why not?!?). He angrily attacked the lock with the tools.
“’s fine.” Dick’s muffled voice peeped out from the cage.
“We’re all safe.” Donna nervously stated from the driver’s seat. “That’s what’s matters.”
“Does he look safe to you?!?” Roy yelled, the lockpick nearly snapping in his hands. “Safe my ass. What the hell?!?”
“Uh, you should calm down a bit, or you’re not gonna get him out.” Garth noted.
“’as a point.” Came Dick’s muffled response. Roy huffed, focusing on his work. Finally, the lock popped open. He opened the front door, freeing up some space, and started on the latch at the top.
“How the hell did he fit in there?” Wally muttered disbelievingly. “All of you is in there, right?” He asked, eyes wide with worry. Roy clenched his tools.
“He better all be in there.” He spat.
“I think I am.” Dick replied. Garth timidly walked around the edge of the table, and poked Dick’s side.
“Are you okay?” He asked, lifting the shirt to reveal the imprint of the cage. “There’s blood leaking out of the bottom.”
“Garth, I wouldn’t call this okay.” Wally replied, waving widely at the situation.
“Finally.” Roy muttered, missing Dick’s response as the top lock popped open. He threw open the door. “HOLY FUCK!” He screamed; people were NOT supposed to bend that way.
“It’s not as bad as it looks.” Dick’s head popped out of the cage. “But… I can’t feel my legs… and I think my shoulders are dislocated.”
“Rate your pain?” Donna called back.
“I’m fine. My limbs fell asleep… like twenty minutes ago.” Dick replied.
Wally threw up in the trash can in the back as Garth attempted to carefully pry Dick out. He’d been tucked into a tiny little ball of limbs, folded neatly in half, his legs pressed to his collarbones, and his arms folded in on themselves.
Roy plopped on the ground. “What the fuck is wrong with them? What the actual fuck?!” He crawled over to join Wally. “Who puts a kid in that tight of a cage?” His stomach flipped, and he leaned over the trash can, waiting until he was sure he was safe – and thankfully, not losing his lunch.
“Can I just break this?” Garth asked, gesturing to the carrier.
“Be careful with him.” Donna warned from the front. “You don’t want him to get cut on any sharp edges.”
“Whatever you do… could you hurry it up? Breathing… is kind of hard like this.” Dick wheezed. “Just get me out.”
Garth yanked at the side of the crate, slowly bending its aluminum frame. Eventually it snapped off, and Dick practically poured out in a puddle of limp limbs.
Roy rushed back to the table, he and Garth slowly helped Dick lie flat. Dick flinched at the movement.
“Is it okay for his back to have bent like that?” Garth asked. “I don’t know about humans, but uhh…”
“’m bendy, it’s fine.” Dick hissed through clenched teeth. “Roy woulda snapped.” He ignored the jab, there were more pressing matters.
“Grab the collar just in case.” Donna instructed from the front. A rush of wind and Wally passed a cervical brace to Garth.
“Unnecessary.” Dick groaned, as Garth carefully strapped it on.
“Mm, sure, Batboy. Can you even feel that?” Roy muttered, probing a gash in his side. Dick groaned in response. “I’ll take that as a maybe. You need stitches, and we probably shouldn’t wait any longer.” Wally handed him a medical kit an instant later. He quickly wiped down the cut. “Guys, hold him still.” Dick squeezed his eyes shut as his muscles began spasming. Roy began threading a needle.
“Wally swap with me.” Donna jogged back, hopping up on the table, sweeping Dick’s torso into her lap, cradling his head. Garth popped up next to her, gently massaging his twitching limbs. Roy held his breath, steadying his hands, and sewed his side back together.
Dick gasped in pain throughout the ordeal, but it was hard to tell if was from the stitches or the muscle cramps. “Sorry.” Roy muttered as he finished tying up the end knot. “I’m sorry we got caught.”
“Us too.” Wally’s knuckles were white as he grasped the steering wheel.
“I’m sorry for this.” Garth apologized hesitating only slightly before popping one of Dick’s shoulders back into its socket. He yelped reflexively, trying to curl around the arm.
“Sorry, sweetheart.” Donna tugged him gently into a flat position as Garth moved to the other side.
“Please.” Dick asked quietly, eyes staring blankly at the roof. Sweat trickling down his brow – mixing with what looked suspiciously like tears, as Garth grabbed his arm. “Don’t-ahg” The second shoulder popped back in place.
“Sorry.” Garth repeated sadly, rubbing the knots out of Dick’s triceps as some kind of apology. Roy wrapped the fresh stitches the best he could, as Dick continued to spasm uncontrollably, writhing in place.
Roy leaned against the table, massaging Dick’s calf, it was rock hard – Roy cringed internally as he began working out the knots. “Sorry, kid.” He was only a year and a half older, but Dick was always so small for his age.
“’m not a kid.” He grumbled back, “’sides, I’m sorry you guys had to save my ass.”
“What are friends for?” Garth asked, leaning against Donna as he cradled Dick’s hand, gently curling and uncurling each finger.
“For getting you out of cat carriers apparently.” He joked. “You know, maybe he’s really been a cat this whole time.” The muscles finally relaxed under his hands, and Roy moved onto the next one.
“He’s bendy like a cat, and he does always seem to land on his feet.” Wally chimed in. Roy glanced up, watching as they approached their base.
“Not always.” Dick groaned, closing his eyes again.
“Well, at least you have friends who can catch you.” Donna smiled, gathering Dick up in her arms.
“Thanks.” He replied quietly.
“Thanks for coming after us.” Roy whispered back. Dick opened one eye.
“Always.” He promised. “Thanks for coming after me.” Roy pressed a quick kiss to the top of his head.
“Always.”
#bad things happen bingo#my writing#teen titans#titans#fab five#roy harper#dick grayson#donna troy#garth of shayeris#wally west#tw: blood#tw: claustrophobia#tw: swearing
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Bad Things Happen Bingo - Virgil + Bloodstained Clothes
On to fic number four for @badthingshappenbingo although really it’s for @gumnut-logic who asked to have her boi whumped. I’m still hauling myself out of burnout after work/life took over so the ending is a little ropey but I’m getting back there with writing again.
Fandom: Thunderbirds Are Go
Prompt: Bloodstained Clothes
Character: Virgil
Requestor: @gumnut-logic
Words: 1397
It was Scott who found him.
Scott who found him but Gordon who realised something was wrong when his cheerful exuberance was greeted with neither fond indulgence nor growled warning to back off and keep quiet.
“Hey, hey! All back safe and not a single mark on your ‘bird.” Gordon announced his presence to the lounge, all sunshine and smiles.
Scott looked up from the desk he’d reached a good 20 minutes earlier, already reviewing the mission log. It seemed the slower arrival of Thunderbird Two also heralded the end of his peace and quiet.
“Keep it down, why don’t you. Can’t you see Virg is sleeping?”
“Bit hard to miss, what with him being flat out on my favourite couch. What’s a guy got to do to get a sit down after a mission?”
“Well, can’t you sit down somewhere else?” He was getting nowhere fast with the data files, the holo-projection was flicked to one side so he could look at his brother without the haze of blue numbers getting in the way.
“Nah. Besides, he asked for an update every time I flew Two and,” he checked his watch, “the big guy is due his antibiotics so needs to get up anyway.”
Scott checked his own watch and made a few calculations. It turned out Gordon was at least partially correct; Virgil was indeed due his next round of meds. He hardly felt the threatened ‘if I find so much as a scratch you haven’t owned up to once I’m allowed back in the hangers then you are one dead fish’ hardly counted as needing an instant update though. Still, they were all protective of their craft and could get grumpy as hell when they were grounded.
“Fine, give him a nudge, but go gently.”
“Aye, aye, Captain,” a mock salute was thrown out as Gordon stepped down into the seating area and towards his slumbering sibling. “Y’know, it’s odd he isn’t up already, Virg gives the rest of us hell over antibiotics.”
This was true. Of all of them Virgil was normally so good about drug schedules for anything other than painkillers and he knew how important it was to take the full course of antibiotics. Scott had been run to ground more than once when he had his own injuries and lectured by the medic on the importance of the correct use of antibiotics and the global threat posed by antibiotic resistance. Gordon might be a pain at times but he was equally strict with drug regimes and Scott was about to become incredibly glad of this fact.
“Viiiirg. Virgieeee.” It wasn’t often Gordon got permission to wake the sleeping bear and he couldn’t resist a little teasing over it. “C’mon sleeping beauty, time to wake up.”
The form on the couch stayed resolutely still and prone.
“Virgil?” A little louder this time and with a slight edge of concern creeping in. Virgil hadn’t moved throughout his whole conversation with Scott and also evidently hadn’t been roused by the earlier landing on Thunderbird One; he knew Virgil could sleep deeply sometimes but this was ridiculous for a day time nap.
The aquanaut knelt down by his brother and gave his shoulder a gentle shake.
Nothing.
Now he was up close he could take in how pale Virgil was. Worryingly so.
He shook a bit harder and was rewarded with a groan in response but he was unable to fully wake the engineer.
“Scott!” There was still some clear concern now, mixed in with the tone of authority more commonly heard on rescues and Scott’s head snapped up and away from the figures he had returned too. The look on Gordon’s face was enough to have him on his feet in a moment, crossing the short space from the desk and vaulting into the conversation pit.
“Call Grandma. Gonna need a stretcher too.” Gordon had started triage, checking vitals and making a well practiced assessment of Virgil’s condition. “He conscious but I can’t rouse him. Pulse a little high but strong.” Fingers were carefully slipped into the gap between Virgil and the back of the couch. The hand that was withdrawn was smeared in crimson. “Aww man, he’s bust his stitches.”
This information was relayed over the comms and it wasn’t many minutes before Grandma entered the lounge, trailed by Alan who came bearing a hover stretcher loaded with her medical kit.
“What do we have, boys?”
Gordon reeled out a stream of information, half of which Scott hadn’t even realised he’d been gathering during his assessment. He should be used to it by now, he’d seen it often enough, but he was once again surprised by how quickly his little brother could flip from annoying wind up merchant to active responder. Pure professional.
Surprised, but proud.
Being transferred onto the stretcher, with its accompanying stab of pain to his injured side, was enough to rouse Virgil from his stupor. The concerned words that permeated his consciousness were enough to keep him the right side of awake.
“What’s up?” he slurred. “Feel...foggy.”
“Steady up, big guy.” Gordon laid a gentle hand on Virgil’s shoulder, preventing him from trying to sit up. “You’ve managed to rip your stitches somehow. And looking at the mess you’ve lost enough blood to make you feel a bit woozy. What’cha been up too?”
Virgil settled back and groaned. “Was only painting,” he mumbled.
Scott looked at the canvas set up by the picture window. A canvas that was huge and would have needed Virgil to stretch to reach the top edge.
Stretching was a banned activity for a man who had only recently been cleared to leave the infirmary after being pierced by rebar in a building collapse.
Scott could picture the scene as clearly as he could see the part finished evidence of his brother’s labours. Immersed in his art Virgil could easily have been distracted enough to not notice the damage he was doing, especially if he’d not long taken his painkillers. The seeping blood and the exertion of painting would have worn him out until he gave in to the need for a nap and settled on the couch.
That same couch was now marred by an ugly, dark stain.
Scott felt guilty for not realising something was wrong. He was their eldest. Their protector. He should have known the slumbering bear was hibernating more deeply than usual. Should have spotted the pallid skin. The laboured breathing. The slight sheen of sweat.
But he hadn’t.
If it hadn’t been for Gordon and his rigid committing to memory of drug schedules whenever a brother was injured Virgil could have been left to sleep and bleed, the leaking wound hidden out of sight while the blood leached into the upholstery.
Blood.
There had been so much of it.
He felt sick at the memories of the rebar, punctured through uniform and skewering his brother. The spreading crimson stain consuming the blue so quickly despite their care not to disturb the wound any more than necessary. The fear as hypovolemic shock set in and the adrenaline fuelled dash to a hospital to access the necessary transfusions.
A hand on his arm broke through his reverie and he found himself confronted by those same concerned eyes that had made such a thorough assessment of their brother. Now it was Scott’s turn to be in the spotlight. Appraised. Assessed. Triaged.
“I’m fine, Gordon.” He didn’t need to hear the question before he snapped out the reflex answer.
“Sure you are. Just sit down for me Scott, you’ve gone a bit pale.” Legs buckled at the command and Scott folded into the nearest seat, Gordon claiming the next space along. The comforting hand was replaced. “Virgil’s going to be fine. Grandma’s gonna get him sorted.”
“But…”
“It looks worse than it is. He just needs to get his stitches checked and redressed. The worst casualty is his shirt, and maybe that couch.” He waved in the direction of the offending seat and Scott found his eyes transfixed on the mark; it felt like damning evidence of his oversight to check on Virgil. “Now come on, we have a brother in need of rescue. I heard Grandma threatening chicken soup as they took him off. Unless you think it will help him learn his lesson to stay away from that canvas.”
#bad things happen bingo#Thunderbirds Are Go#Thunderbirds 2015#thunderbirds fanfiction#Virgil Tracy#whump#bloodstained clothes
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