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[whumpookies]

Day 31 title: I thought I was getting better. Prompt "take it easy"

[femsanzo291]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Buddy Aurinko/Vespa Ilkay, Buddy Aurinko & Juno Steel, Buddy Aurinko & Peter Nureyev, Peter Nureyev/Juno Steel, Vespa Ilkay & Juno Steel Characters: Juno Steel, Peter Nureyev, Vespa Ilkay, Buddy Aurinko Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Acceptance Series: Part 30 of FemSanzo291's Whumptober 2024 Summary:

Peter goes to Buddy and Vespa to try and make amends and explain why he left the Carte Blanche like he did.

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New Whumptober piece featuring a new look at Madame Giry. She's a fascinating character who doesn't get enough air time. As anyone who has lived with chronic pain will tell you (and every former professional athlete, which dancers, military, etc are), it can take over your life and you will do anything to at least get to coping levels. Madame Giry, as a retired ballerina, absolutely lived with pain--this one-shot examines what she did about it.

[nopoodles]

Drowning - Whumptober Day 31

*Apollo isn’t known to rely on anyone. He can’t. He shouldn’t. It’s a dangerous thing, inviting someone into his disaster like this.*

Prompt: Asking For HelpWorld: The IcarusCharacters: Apollo + Zan.Spoilers?  Kinda. Yes. Not much of one but if you’re strict and this will come up as a fully fleshed out scene in the official version

It took almost all of his self-control to knock on the door to…

[unitedbydevils]

Match Review: United 2-1 Fulham

The final game of the season, with top 4 secured, could have been a chance for rest, rotation, and testing the mettle of younger players. Instead, Erik Ten Hag stuck with a near-strongest side with the aim of guaranteeing a third place finish and perhaps working on tactics and game sharpness ahead of the FA Cup final.

United looked decent in the first half but a defensive switch-off from Marcus Rashford allowed Kenny Tete to jump unchallenged and nod in an easy header from a corner.

Worse followed, with a clumsy track-back challenge from Casemiro on Tom Cairney earning Fulham a penalty. Thankfully we finally saw a penalty save from David De Gea - and yet another failed conversion from Aleksandar Mitrović.

From here, Manchester United woke up. The tempo remained strong, but unlike the Chelsea game there wasn't a lack of ideas. United kept driving forward, with some direct running from Garnacho, Bruno, and Fred - the latter who ultimately assisted Sancho for the equaliser.

Rashford could have had goal no31 for the season / no18 for the league but fluffed a fair chance, but it was Fred again the man of the moment with a killer through-ball into acres of space for Bruno Fernandes to coolly slot home.

2-1 really should have been 3-1 with a peach of a chance falling to Wout Weghorst at back post near the end of the game, but there's a reason the man hasn't scored in the EPL this season for us. He has the heart and conviction, but just lacks the guile alas.

A decent performance from United against a well-drilled Fulham team always keen to cause an upset. The distraction of the FA Cup derby with Manchester City, as big underdogs, inevitably played a part, but it was good to see that United learned from their mistakes against Chelsea and stuck to the plan and kept at it.

[musiquefragments]

CD albums , past future, present. No31. Elton John -The Very best of.

CD albums , past future, present. No31. Elton John -The Very best of.

No.31 Elton John -Greatest Hits(1990) Another of those artists that I end up with almost 100s of albums by, but then there is only a few in the discography that I consider complete works. I think his output from about 73-83 was at times good in patches. I think this in turn was down to his song writing partner Bernie Taupin. I think with Elton John and I know it might be unpopular view but I…

[mzshko]

Galladrabbles!

The conclusion is nigh, folks. In the meantime, more plane wreck AU, for you. @galladrabbles told 100 words at a time. Thank you @bravemikhailo for the TERROR prompt and @energievie and @look-i-love-u, for organizing! Read the master post here. 😘 🙌

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Mickey directs Ian’s gaze to the horizon where something flickers along the water’s edge.

Ian’s eyes narrow, confusion suddenly setting his mind racing. “That an oil rig?”

“Supply ships come through every four months,” Mickey explains quietly. “Last one docked right before your crash.”

It takes Ian seconds to run the math in his head. Even less for him to realize Mickey’s clutching a flare gun in his hand.

“M’sorry, Gallagher.” Guilt washes over Mickey at seeing the terror in Ian’s face as he begs him to reconsider. He takes aim, resting a finger on the trigger of the gun.

[galladrabbles]

omg can’t believe it’s my turn already??! OMG

ok ok so I’ve been thinking about this a lot and I finally decided my prompt will be: terror 🤭🫣

can’t wait to read what everyone comes up with!! lots of love to you all 😌🥰

Okay. Alright. You broke my creativity, Val.

I mean. I got nothing. Head empty. No idea.

Just... Here you go, my dear Galladrabble Crew, your new prompt is:

TERROR

Have fun! Happy drabbling!

[anenddarysden]

I wasn’t made aware of “Strange Tales of Halloween 2022″ until just three days ago, so I didn’t really “make” this story specifically for it - but I’d very much like to squeeze under the umbrella! Chapter 9 definitely falls under Prompts #28 Spider and #31 Summon, and Chapter 10 meshes perfectly with #4 Pumpkin.

Happy Halloween everybody!

Evicted from his apartment, Peter finds himself on the doorstep of Stephen Strange, but when a theft takes place at the Sanctum, they suddenly find themselves at the center of a dangerous mystery that takes them halfway around the world. No knowledge is forbidden… but some things really ought to stay buried.

Read on FanFiction.net or Archive of Our Own

[bloodandbandages]

Ryan: Trauma

Prompts from @whumptober2021 days 24 and 31

Takes place far in the future

CW: mind control, captor bonding/Stockholm syndrome (not really but that's the closest I've got), mind break, ill whumpee, flashback, mention of past mutual noncon, unhealthy coping mechanisms and relationship dynamics

Taglist: @ashintheairlikesnow @boxboysandotherwhump @jdfreads @rosesareviolentlyread @astra-queenofhell @whumpinggrounds @what-a-whump @whump-tr0pes @evermetnotforgotten @card-games-and-pain (please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed!)

Aed wonders if he was too late.

Ryan has never fully come back to themself, not even close. They were in the basement for nearly a year, he should give it time he knows. 

But they don't have time, do they? 

All humans have short lifespans compared with the fae, but Ryan is sick. They only have a year, or rather, they had a year.

Now, it's probably closer to a month. They will be dead soon, their wings a spoil Aed can claim.

Aed doesn't feel victorious.

This human is not among his enemies. 

In the basement, they were his only friend. 

In all honesty, they still are. Fae rarely venture into the human world. Those that do don't often come back and he's been gone for so long.

Perhaps he's already been mourned. It would be better that way. He's been mutilated, he will never fly again and he's done unspeakable things, violated every code of honor the fae hold themselves to.

He'd been so sure he would die in that basement, he wasn’t quite sure what to do with himself when he was freed.

Not to mention absolutely nothing went to plan. He hadn’t expected the young fae or that he would leave them behind just to save himself.

He hadn't expected the lost puppy of a human to continue trailing after him either. 

They're still alive in every way that counts, even if they are fading quickly. They breathe, they eat, they sleep and respond to Aed when he prompts them.

Their mind, however, hasn't shown any signs of returning. Of course they'll do what he asks of them, even if it's not a command. Their body will react if he jabs or caresses them. 

They'd just stopped wanting things. They wanted to be near him, to please him and to no longer be hurt but they never asked anything of him. They never did anything for themselves. 

It was his own fault, really. No one was meant to be kept compelled for long stretches of time and they had been for almost a year. They were a monster of his own making, which is why he stuck by them and tried to heal them, even though he knew they were doomed.

He could have easily abandoned them, they weren't in much of a state to pursue him and they were dying anyways but he couldn’t bring himself to do that to them after all the pain he'd caused them. They deserved to at least die as themselves, not a hollowed shell.

He was so lost in his own guilt, he nearly missed the screams. 

The most alive Ryan ever seemed was when they were asleep. They were still plagued by night terrors, screaming and crying almost every night. 

Aed tried to wake them, and frankly he'd succeeded but not in alleviating their terror. He'd only added to it. 

They pushed him away with all their strength and scrambled backwards, pressing themself against a tree trunk.

"Get off of me!"

"I'm over here."

"Stop touching me!"

"I'm not."

Their voice was trembling now. "I can feel your hands, I can feel you on me."

"I'm all the way over here, see?" He tried.

"Leave me alone!"

They weren't calming. One thing left to try.

"Use my name."

"But-"

"Use my name."

"AED, stay over there and don't touch me."

Very little changed as he hadn't been attempting either, but his limbs still stiffened accordingly.

They tried to avoid using names now, when they'd been such a cause of pain and control, but sometimes it was the only way Ryan could gain enough control over him that they felt safe.

Their breathing gradually slowed as they calmed and the compulsion faded. Their harsh breaths faded into quiet sobs. 

Aed just sat there with them. He couldn’t be the monster in their nightmares and their savior, so he didn’t try to be. He gave them what they asked of him, mostly to avoid the guilt. He never initiated anything but he endured whatever they gave him.

They'd certainly earned that right. 

They were the only reason they'd managed to escape.

"Which night?" He finally asks.

"The bad one," is all they can manage. 

They don't need to go further, he knows which one they refer to. They both prefer to talk around it, not call it rape. 

Names are powerful. You name the monster, and suddenly it's real. 

Or perhaps Aed is just too much of a coward to deal with the fact that the human he's trying so hard to save has nightmares about him.

He's unsure what to say. An "I'm sorry" is far too trivial for what's transpired between them but he offers it all the same. 

They take it. There's no mention of forgiveness because they both know it's pointless.

He's surprised though, when the command comes.

"AED, hold me."

His body follows suit, even though he would have obliged their request either way. 

Still they prefer physical contact like this, where they hold all the power and he has none. He can’t blame them, and he's almost glad for there to be something he can actually provide, so he holds them long past the compulsion, for as long as they wish.

And when the tears come, he lets them and he holds them through it.

It's all he can do.

[blaidd-gwyn]

Characters: Jaskier | Dandelion

Tags: Whumptober 2020, Jaskier | Dandelion Whump, Hurt Jaskier | Dandelion, Injured Jaskier | Dandelion, Torture, Human Experimentation, Feral Jaskier | Dandelion, BAMF Jaskier | Dandelion, this man has had enough, Blood and Injury, Panic Attacks, just the one and it's very brief, Minor Character Death  

Summary: Jaskier isn't sure how long he's been held by the Nilfgaardians. At least a month by his reckoning. There seems to be no end in sight to the torture. That is until he's told he's being taken somewhere else. Somewhere worse.

A mage uses Jaskier as his test subject and the bard wished he could go back to the usual torture. That is until the results of this experiment give him an opportunity to escape.

[widow-spyder]

This is literally just Senku and Gen giving each other the hugs they both know they need. 

[scribbles97]

Whumptober - Embrace

He was broken in every possible way. Mentally and physically the exhaustion from being stranded in space for so long was too much. His body ached in gravity, his sight nothing better than a blur, his head pounding with the effort of even thinking, but it didn’t matter. Gravity was something he could get back to terms with, just so long as he had chance to see his boys, his mother, his family again. 

It had been all too quick when they had still been in space, the urgency of the situation not allowing for a real reunion. What had happened after that he wasn’t entirely sure, the memory was coated in a fog that his mind wasn’t ready to shift yet. But when he had come to, the boys were gone and he was in hospital. Nurses and Doctors had poked and prodded yet given him few real answers to what had gone on. 

When the door had next opened he wasn’t disappointed. His eyesight may not have been clear but he could recognise the grey and pink blur that entered. 

“Mom?” He hadn’t intended on it being a croak, but his throat was feeling just as rough as the rest of him. 

With a heavy sigh, she sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to him, “Jeff.” 

A lump swelled in his throat as he shook his head, words tumbling out before he could stop or think about them, “I’m sorry, I didn’t plan on any of this happening Mom. An-- and I didn’t think… you-- maybe-- I didn’t know if I’d ever get to come home.”

Another huff of breath from her, a blur of movement, a shake of her head he thinks. She shifted on the bed, reaching out and pulling him in. 

Blinking hard against the dampness in his eyes, he shook his head against his mother’s shoulder, “The boys-- I need to say sorry, I should never have-- they shouldn’t have had to--”

“Hush son,” Sally murmured, her hand rubbing his back, taking his back to a time so long ago he wasn’t sure the memory was real.

“It doesn’t matter now,” She told him, “They’ll just be glad to see you home.”

He couldn’t help but melt into the hug at her words, assured that he was home and everything would be okay. Maybe it would take time for things to work themselves out, maybe his son’s wouldn’t run to him and hug him as he had imagined, but with his mother’s embrace he knew one way or another it would all come right. 

[toomuchponytail]

Whumptober #30 &#31

Sport announcer voice: Coming in right under the wire, is another trash story piece! I’m sorry, I know, I know, I tried my best. Forgive me, for I cannot forgive myself. 

Embrace the trash, enjoy the trash, be the trash. 

Arlin Smiled up at Harris almost condescendingly, there was blood on his teeth, he tried to talk but couldn’t find his voice. Hari laid a hand on his good shoulder fondly for a second, “Don’t try to talk, It’s okay, we’ll figure it out,” he said gently before turning. 

“What happened to him?” Harris asked, turning to Ivan, worry plain on his face. 

Det. Ivan shrugged and ran a hand through his hair, setting the pliers down on the bedside table, “ I was blind folded, I didn’t even hear anything, I was walking from the restaurant and maybe something hit me? I don’t remember, all I have is a blank until yesterday, when they finally moved me from wherever I was, put me in a trunk and the car drove off, I was in the process of kicking out the lights and signaling for help when the car pulled over, I thought...well, that it was up for me...But then, when my hood was ripped off and my eyes adjusted to the light, Arlin was leaning up against the trunk cutting the zip ties. I thought he did it to me, got me kidnapped just for fun or something, then I saw the blood…” Ivan shook his head, “He could barely keep his feet underneath him, he was muttering something about being chased and to call you to get out of the city…” 

Arlin reached up and grabbed Harris’s arm, nodding gently, as Harris turned to look at him, he worked to form the words, finally:  

“J-jerid’s lookin’ f-for y-you,” it didn’t sound like Arlin’s voice, his voice was barely above a whisper, weak and raspy and utterly terrifying. 

“It’s alright Lin,” Harris said gently, surprise still naked in his eyes, but quickly changing to concern, not so much for Brad who still looked shocked, the morphine injection still in his gloved hand. 

“Get some rest Arlin,” Det. Ivan suddenly spoke up from the armchair, “Then you can explain everything, alright?” 

The idea of sleep was so seductive that Arlin almost accepted it, having to actively fight his eyeballs from rolling into his head, but instead to everyone’s shock and alarm, he swung himself up to a sitting position, almost folding but managing to say upright. He pushed himself towards the end of the bed with his bad wrist knowing he was causing damage, but also knowing that no one was going to take his advice, even if it was terribly important. 

What is this soft world coming to? 

Who’d said that? Why did he remember someone saying that to him? 

Then there were hands on him, pushing him back, there was shouting, he couldn’t make anything out of it, might as well have been gibberish. Brad was waving some syringe, Ivan was holding him back, Tess looked small and young and terrified, trying to rip the syringe out of Bad’s hand. 

Then Harris was there, appearing through the fog in Arlin’s brain, he sat next to him on the bed, then he gently pulled Arlin towards him into a barely-there embrace, both because he knew Arlin didn’t like being touched, and because his ribs were broken. “This place is safe, Lin,” he said gently, “And we’ll figure it all out in a second, but if you keep pushing yourself we’ll never make it anywhere except a hospital--or a morgue.” 

“M-may-maybe th-that's all-alright?”Arlin whispered, fading already, still not used to being treated gently, in that the beating had made more sense to him than the hug, “Th-there’s things y’don’t k-know…” 

“We can talk about it,” Hari promised, gently laying Arlin back down and pulling the blanket over him, “But Brad is going to save your life right now, and I’ll be right here, just get some rest, it’s time to heal.” 

It was too good for Arlin to believe--even if he so badly wanted to. 

[bad-at-names-and-faces]

Whumptober, day 31, prisoner

Frozen/Tangled, OCs (Inga and Henry, The Young Diplomat timeline), 100 word drabble

“Henry,” Inga whispered.  

“Yes?” he asked her. 

“I haven’t had time to ask, but… are you- How are you?”

“I’m fine, Inga, really.”

“Really? They held you prisoner.”

“They didn’t torture me, if that’s what you’re trying to ask. As far as I know, they weren’t trying to kill me, at least not intentionally.  If anything, it was boring.”

“Not intentionally trying to kill you.  Is that supposed to make it better?”

“Well, yes.”  Henry looked at Inga, who was staring across the room.

“Oh,” she said.  

“I’m sorry.”

“No,” she said, snapping out of her haze. “You shouldn’t be.”

[the-cutup-club]

#lockdownmusic #no31 #ツ　 https://www.instagram.com/p/B_heHzAFKGD9xFrLWeganh_cMxOvIJcQmFN4pU0/?igshid=1muarbhommk0o