#issue no 18

[iolausian-fields]

Ryan Gosling as young Hercules, being pulled under ground by a lurking creature

Young Hercules ep 41 - Adventures in the Forbidden Zone

[whumpypepsigal]

#monster attack

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Issue no 18:

Monster Attack

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[whumpy-side-of-the-moon]

Whumpee awoke with a start. Panic setting in immediately. Frantically cursing themself for drifting off again, they pressed themself further into the crevasse - desperately trying to become as small as possible. Heart thumping in their chest they tried taking a steadying breath. At least this time they hadn't slipped close enough to the opening for the monster to reach them. Whumpee could still hear it out there, pacing back and forth - growling and hissing.

Whumpee clutched their arm with its still raw wounds. Their whole left side of their body was covered with shallow lacerations from the beast’s claws, but the ones on their arm were deep and oozing. The whole arm felt like it was on fire. In fact, the whole of Whumpee felt like they were burning up. Beads of perspiration covered their brow.

The venom was spreading. Whumpee could feel it draining their strength.

Closing their eyes and resting their head against the rough cave wall they tried to ignore the fear that was bubbling up inside.

All you have to do is stay awake, Whumpee thought dizzily. That’s all you have to do. Stay awake and Caretaker will find you. They’ll make it alright. They always do. Just stay awake. That’s all you have to do. Just stay awake…

[astaldis]

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@witcherwheeloftheyear​

Image Source: Deviant Art/GaspOrium

Chapters: 1/1   Words: 2977 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Additional Tags: Lammas, monster attack, Bane, Wraith, Dead Babies, Witcher Cahir, witcher monster mayhem, Angst with a Happy Ending, Post-Canon, AU - Alive Cahir Summary: It is a beautiful night, fair summer weather, the air balmy, the sky clear and sprinkled with stars. The perfect night for the village's traditional Lammas celebrations, the feast of first fruits. However, unlike in the neighbouring villages and the years past, there are no bonfires here today. No corn dolls to be burned and bulls or horses to be sacrificed as an offering to the gods. No ritual dances or athletic competitions are held or blueberry loaves baked in the village bake house. This year there is no matchmaking and rolling about in the hay. For the village is in mourning, the villagers terrified. And very much in need of a Witcher. Lucky for them, one has just arrived.

This is the story of Cahir's first solo monster hunt.

[drgnflyteabox]

mdni - implied fat!reader x bluecollar!simon riley drabble - simon is a bit of a creep also lol

Bluecollar!Simon Riley whose house floods so he has to spend the next few days in a cheap, seedy motel

First morning there he's leaving for work just as the sun is rising. Its hot, humid, and he's a shitty mood because he'll be working all day and it's only gonna get hotter

Simon Riley who smokes a couple cigs before he goes, sitting on a plastic lawn chair on his concrete faux patio when he sees you

You're flustered, damp with sweat and skin sun-kissed. You've got a laundry basket on your hip and immediately he's imagining a baby there instead. His baby.

Simon Riley who's shameless about staring at you struggling with the laundry door, dropping your clothes and giving him a view of your wide hips and plush ass in very short pajama shorts

You're so flustered:(( nearly in tears while you pick everything up. The shorts are a little tight, a little worn, and the thin material gives him just enough of a view of your pussy that it sustains him the whole day :')

All he can imagine is coming back and sinking into you :') not even necessarily fucking right away, but keeping his cock warm and relieving the tension in his body. He deserves that, no?

He's not creeping, necessarily, when he takes note of the lotion you use. Vanilla. He just happened to be having a smoke and walking right by your window, where you've got one foot propped on a chair rubbing it into your skin.

Your room is tidy. Despite the stained walls, cracks in the ceiling and overall dingy-ness, you've managed to make it look cozy.

New sheets, a fluffy blanket, string lights strung across the wall. Beside you, lotions and creams and washes - he snorts a little to himself. The bathrooms here don't have any counter space or mirrors to set them down on.

But his house does. In fact, most of his shelves are empty everywhere. His pantry, his closets. The only thing he's got are work clothes and beers in the fridge. Maybe a stray heel of bread.

Simon Riley who decides he'll have you move in before he even talks to you, before he starts memorizing your schedule on the weekends and evenings he gets home. You're struggling, on the edge of homelessness, but he knows you'd be the perfect wife and mother. That you'd bring light and warmth to his house, fill those empty shelves and empty rooms...

[dyinggirldied]

You know, imagine Danny decides to take on millions of jobs (that never last long) just so he can have something to put on his resume and to also experience life in a weird way after he makes peace with his half-death.

One of the jobs being the background actor. Usually no one bothers him much until this one crazy man, the director who insists on him doing the main role of his upcoming movie.

And what's that movie you may ask? The movie about the life and death of the tragic Jason Todd-Wayne.

Meanwhile, the one doing the role of Bruce Wayne is none other than Jason Todd, or whatever fake name he is using. He was caught by the unconventional director whilst on his merry way.

[mynxiez]

are u ready to see them?

[xxplastic-cubexx]

oh noooo or whatever

bonus aka The Real Motive Behind This:

SURPRISE double bonus. textless ver of the first pic under the cut

[astaldis]

You'd be wise to beware Chapter 3: Or the flying drake ...

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Rating: Mature, No Archive Warnings Apply, Gen

Fandoms: The Witcher (TV)

Words: 12,847 Chapters: 6/6

Whumpee: Geralt, Caretakers: Jaskier, Cahir

Relationships: Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier | Dandelion, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Geralt of Rivia, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Jaskier | Dandelion, Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Additional Tags: field medicine, mediwhump, loss of consciousness, Myriapod, Friendship, Geralt of Rivia Whump, Jaskier | Dandelion Loves Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Alive Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach, Witcher Cahir, Hurt Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Action/Adventure, Angst, Asphyxiation, Whumpay 2023, Cuddling & Snuggling, centipede, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Canon, Cricothyrotomy

Summary: Geralt and Cahir go on a monster hunt together where they meet an old friend. Unfortunately, the hunt is not as easy as expected ...

Excerpt from Chapter 3:

Cahir is just about to walk toward his Witcher friend, when he suddenly hears a strange whooshing in the air. He looks up. And freezes in his tracks. A dark shape is swooping down from the sky, huge, fast and deadly, instantaneously filling him with horror. A Wyvern? A Dragon? Whatever it is, it is stretching out its terrible talons to sink them straight into Geralt's back.

Before Cahir can cry out to warn his friend, though, the Witcher swivels around and slashes at the creature's scaly belly. With his enhanced Witcher perception, he must have sensed the approaching flying monster in time, thank the gods. It screeches and veers, then it attacks again. Cahir grabs his sword and darts along the lakeshore to help his comrade. However, it is not necessary. With an elegant, sweeping movement, Geralt slices through the winged creatures long, slender neck. The blow does not sever it entirely, the beast is too big for that, but it is lethal enough. Showering the Witcher with dark red blood, the draconid crashes onto the rocks and breathes its last gurgling breaths.

Geralt stands still for a moment. Then, with a groan, he crumples to the ground.

Read chapter 3 on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47067388/chapters/118793650

[leupagus]

On Voting in America

So one of the most profound comments on routine chores that I've ever encountered was, hilariously, the Pickle Rick episode of "Rick & Morty," where (after a lot of shenanigans have already ensued) this therapist absolutely lays Rick out:

"I have no doubt that you would be bored senseless by therapy, the same way I'm bored when I brush my teeth and wipe my ass. Because the thing about repairing, maintaining, and cleaning is: it's not an adventure. There's no way to do it so wrong you might die. It's just work. And the bottom line is some people are okay going to work and some people, well, some people would rather die. Each of us gets to choose."

I think about this at least once a week — usually while I'm doing my laundry or sweeping or some other task that needs doing and won't get me anything more than clean clothing or a dog-hair-free floor. There's no Pulitzer for wiping down your microwave or scrubbing your toilet; no one's awarding you for getting all the dishes out of the sink. At best you have the satisfaction of crossing it off your list.

Voting is very much the same (and I'm talking about the US here, as an American). Sure, you sometimes get a sticker; but nobody's going to cheer for you. There's no adventure here, no potential for anything more than crossing something off of a list. It's a chore, something that needs doing in order to repair, maintain, and yes even clean. So I get why people don't like doing it.

And I've decided I don't give a shit.

Do it anyway. Your country takes astonishingly little from you — taxes, the once-in-a-blue-moon jury duty, and a theoretical draft that hasn't been used in over half a century and likely will never be again — but it asks you (asks! not requires! not demands!) to vote once or twice a year. It's not always easy; especially in conservative states, the impediments to vote can be ridiculous. But it is once a year and unlike in our nation's all-too-recent past, you will not die if you do it.

In fact, the worst outcome from voting these days is that the person or issue that you vote for loses — but you won't know if they lose until after the election. Polls are less accurate now, for a whole host of reasons; you cannot know until after the election who or what will win. This makes your vote more valuable than possibly ever before.

Use that power. Not because it's exciting or even rewarding, but because your vote is what keeps our country's metaphorical teeth from falling out and our metaphorical ass from stinking.

Brush, wipe, vote.

[godshideouscreation]

[xxplastic-cubexx]

i cant stress how much joy i get from doodling magneto as A Dramatic Comic Book Villain i cannot even lie to you chat

[astaldis]

Monster Attack - The White Death

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(Picture from Gameinformer)

Fandom: The Witcher

Whumpee: Geralt of Rivia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Published: 2021-10-02; Completed: 2021-10-08; Words: 8,729; Chapters: 3/3 Summary: After Cahir has started to tell the company some of his story, there are undesirable repercussions which do not make the already sufficiently difficult crossing of the Sansmerci any easier. Neither does the weather. Nor Roach. And then there is still the Mortblanc, the White Death, lying in wait for the friends ...

Excerpt from chapter 3 of “Winterlude II”

The three companions making up the vanguard had almost reached the plateau and the source of the stream, a beautiful little waterfall mostly frozen into a cascade of icicles which fell into a small rock basin, when Geralt, with his enhanced Witcher senses, heard the sound of falling stones higher up on the mountain side. Maybe a mouflon or a mountain goat? They had not seen any animals for quite a while, actually since they had left the forest, but some cold-adapted creatures were bound to live here, too. Perhaps even a rare capricorn? Geralt scanned the rock face. However, there was nothing to be seen, just snow-covered rocks and ledges. When he turned his gaze away from the cliff again, though, he suddenly caught a movement in the corner of his eye. A bluish shape high up on the mountain, its head almost reaching into the clouds. Huge. Monstrous. It let the enormous bolder it was holding in its shovel-like hands drop.

"Ice giant! Take cover!" Geralt yelled in alarm, jumping off his horse. However, there was no cover. The avalanche set off by the boulder came straight at them with incredible speed. A blurry, unstoppable swirl of white that would swallow them all in an instant with no way to escape. And swallow them it did. Not all of the company, though. At the very last moment, Regis transformed into a bat and flew off. There was nothing he could do for his comrades.

The snow slide hit Geralt like a wall knocking the breath out of him. He heard Angoulême's muffled shrieks through the masses of snow that carried him off across the ravine threatening to bury him alive. Instinctively he tried to make swimming motions to stay on the surface but to no avail, the moving snow was too powerful. When it finally came to a halt, Geralt was covered by a thick, heavy layer of the icy substance, battered, not able to move, hardly able to breathe. Was this how it would end? The tragic story of Geralt of Rivia and his hanza's ill-fated journey to rescue his child surprise. Entombed in a frozen, lonely, forgotten grave - Mortblanc, the White Death, a fitting name indeed ...

Read the story on Ao3:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/34224823