#nowhere else to run

[shyvioletcat]

Here’s a little update, with the tiniest little bit of insight (and I only went over by two words!). Thanks @throneofglassmicrofics for this prompt, I went with BACKPACK.

~ Masterlist ~

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Rowan pulled into his driveway, glad to be done with his day at work. Tonight he was treating himself to takeout, mainly due to the fact he hadn’t been bothered to stop by the grocery store on the way home. So he’d decided takeout with delivery would be the way to go. Locking the car, Rowan went down to check the mailbox before heading inside to the warmth of his small, but efficient, fireplace.

On his way down a car pulled into the driveway next door. It wasn't his neighbour, her car was already parked further up, so this silver sedan was a mystery. Trying not to be overly curious, Rowan didn’t pay the newcomer much mind, just retrieving the few letters he had. They were mostly bills and a slip to collect a package. Nothing too exciting to spice his comfortable monotony.

Then the calm evening was shattered by the sound of wailing. That sound would get anyone’s attention and Rowan turned to see a woman trying to get the youngest neighbour out of the car. It was easy to piece together who the woman was and he recalled seeing her a few times before. With the greying golden hair and the striking eyes, it was clear this woman was the mother/grandmother. There was some gentle shushing and placating, then the baby was out—and not at all happy about it.

Rowan started his way back to his house just as the woman popped the boot and pulled something out, quickly losing hold of it as it fell to the ground with a resounding thud.

“Damn,” the woman said, loud enough that carried over the baby’s fussing.

Looking over properly Rowan’s saw a backpack on the ground, contents spilling out. He was moving before he was thinking, scooping up a bottle, packet of wipes and two pacifiers in little protective cases. When he went to put the things back he saw why it had fallen in the first place. One of the straps was broken.

Instead Rowan gripped it by the top and offered it with the unbroken strap. “Here you go.”

“Thank you so much,” the woman said emphatically, taking the bag. “I’ve got my hands full as you can see.”

“I can,” Rowan agreed with a small smile.

“I’m Evalin, by the way. And I’m sure you’ve met your neighbour.”

Rowan managed to hold back on the derisive scoff. “Not exactly.”

“Oh, well this is Marigold,” Evalin said, pressing a kiss to the child’s head.

Marigold still didn’t look happy, there were still tear tracks on her cheeks as she glared up at Rowan. Still, he offered her a smile. “Nice to meet you, Marigold.”

All she did was turn her face away, which was the baby equivalent of flipping him off.

“She’s very grumpy at the moment,” Evalin explained. “Even a night at Grandma’s didn’t help.”

“Poor thing,” Rowan sympathised.

“Thanks again for your help, Rowan. I should get this little one inside,” Evalin said, with a warm and grateful smile.

Rowan nodded a farewell, ducking back around his mailbox and heading inside. His stomach grumbled and his thoughts turned to his dinner. Maybe he’d get pizza tonight, in fact pizza sounded great.

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Aelin had just finished cleaning her kitchen when she heard the front door open. She tugged off the rubber gloves, leaving them on the edge of the sink. It wasn’t long before the whirlwind that ruled her life reappeared. Aelin had a twenty four hour respite and she couldn’t wait to jump back in.

“There she is!” Aelin’s mother announced, walking into the kitchen space.

“Hey there, my baby girl.” In no time at all Aelin was taking back her daughter, holding her tight. “Still grumpy, I see.”

“Yes, but at least you got a break,” Evalin said.

Aelin swayed, looking Marigold over. She looked exactly the same and as her mother had stated, just as grumpy. For the past week her daughter had been fussy and irritable, enough that Aelin had taken her to the doctor for a check up. Everything had been perfectly fine, the doctor had just said Marigold was going through a growth spurt. So all she needed was continued love and care and that was it, it would pass on its own.

That had been great news, but to an already exhausted mum who was doing this on her own and already giving it her all, it pushed Aelin to her limits. After suffering for days she called in backup. Evalin had been more than happy to take her granddaughter overnight. It gave Aelin a chance to recover and reset, even though guilt had her cleaning every chance she got. She had missed her daughter every single minute. It was strange how having a tiny person attached to your hip became so normal. Three months was all it took and just like that Aelin’s old way of life was a very distant and fading memory.

“So, you’ll need a new backpack,” Evalin said.

Aelin wasn’t surprised. “Finally broke, did it?”

“Yep,” Evalin said, inspecting the damage. “Your neighbour was kind enough to help when it did,”

Aelin turned, brows lowering. “The one there?” She pointed out her kitchen window where her newest and unbelievably irritating neighbour resided.

“That’s the one,” Evalin said as she started to unpack the ruined backpack. “Rowan. He seems nice.”

“Hmm,” Aelin refrained from divulging any information about her and her neighbours previous interactions. She didn’t know where he got off. He’d been so rude to her, and needlessly invasive. At least there was someone in the world he could be nice to. “Is he? I wouldn’t know.”

Marigold started tugging on Aelin’s shirt, a very clear indication of what she wanted. Routine was back in full swing, as was Aelin’s job as a walking meal dispenser.

“She’s been pining for you,” Evalin said. “Go do your thing, I’ll start dinner.”

Marigold faceplanted herself right into her mohter’s boob. Message well and truly received. “Thanks, Mum.”

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*insert grumbles about taglists*

[carlyraejepsans]

sans and frisk save me... sans and frisk.... save me sans and frisk

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

Ranking the Veilguard companions Hookup Potential based on the kind of bed situation they have going on in the Lighthouse

(im in early act 2 so have no idea what further romance scenes are actually like, this is just jokin time without any romance spoilers. just pics of how their respective rooms in the lighthouse look and some basic characterization we know about them)

Taash: 8/10

In another game or the real world I would only rate this a 5 because she has no pillows or addition blankets. however she does have a real bedframe AND it's big enough for 2 which means she is doing better than 90% of the rest of the Veilguard so this score gets boosted. And while there's not many blankets, there are plenty of braziers around the room to keep you warm, and Taash is probably her own miniature furnace to cuddle up to. Crucially, she also has a whole wheel of cheese next to the bed, which means you don't even have to leave the covers to get a snack after.

Lucanis: 1/10

Oh no. I'm not even going to comment on the pantry angle because everyone else asks him about that to begin with, so this is just about the bed. Unfortunately the bed is a cot made of uneven wooden planks with some blankets on top of it, and is only wide enough for 1. This is because Lucanis hates sleeping and doesn't want to do it, so the less tempting his bed is, the better for him. Unfortunately this means sleepover potential is dreadful and you will have to find alternate solutions. He does at least have another blanket to go over him and one that's presumably being used as a pillow, so, he gets a 1 instead of a 0, but I am still planning on gifting him coupons for a back massage for Satinalia.

Bellara: 4/10

This setup is perfectly fine for sleeping. It's the lighthouse standard little bed couch thing, has a mattress/cushion, is elevated off the floor, has a pillow, and she's got her blankets folded below. Perfectly serviceable for getting a good night's rest which we know Bellara is not because she forgot to sleep again. However, it's very much a one person sized setup. You might be able to cuddle for a while but if one of you unconsciously tries to roll over you are going right to the floor. Ouch.

Lace Harding: 5/10

You might be wondring "why is sleeping on the floor rated higher than bellara's" and the answer is because this means you are not rolling off the bed onto the floor. it's not going to be comfy but we are not ranking comfort here we're ranking sleepover potential. Harding has managed to make this space look homey and the canopy gives the illusion of being in a tent or canopy bed to help with that illusion. There are rugs down on the floor plus the blankets and pillows--we know Harding is used to sleeping on the ground due to her career as a scout, and I'm sure she can scrounge up more blankets to make the cushioning big enough for the both of you. Your back WILL hurt in the morning but you'll get to have a fun night first.

Neve: 3/10

Girl I know you can do better than this. Which means you're not trying to on purpose, so, live your life I guess. I will say this cot IS bounds nicer than Lucanis's--you can see its a stretched canvas or hide on a frame rather than wooden planks, so it will have a little more give. However they are not THAT much comfier which I know having slept on this modern equivalent many times. Neve also apparently has 0 pillows or blankets so you're out of luck there, as well as the problem of it only being wide enough for 1 again. This woman has too many other things going on to think about romance so your Rook is going to be the one improvising on that matter I think.

Davrin: 10/10

Now here is a man who has his life together. Double or queen size mattress, rustic bed frame he probably lovingly carved and assembled himself by hand, and not only are there sheets AND blankets AND pillows, they are are full on matching set and this knight in shining armor dutifully makes the bed every morning. There's also enough pillows for two! While the remains of a giant corpse is hanging above you all night, the spacing of the ribs still gives you lots of room above to manouver, so just don't worry about that. As a bonus you'll probably even have a baby griffon come to cuddle in the night which is such a cute thought we're going to ignore how much worse getting stepped on by a griffon foot would be than even the biggest fattest housecat trying to stand on your stomach at 4:30am. My one criticism of the setup here is that due to the bed's positioning if the person on the inside needs to get up in the night they'll have to awkwardly crawl over the person on the outside, however everyone else's bed situation is so dismal I'm not even going to subtract a point for that. Great work Davrin.

Emmrich: ???/10

Where... does this man sleep. Peepaw I KNOW you can't be sitting in that armchair all night you need your beauty rest!!! There are 0 beds or cots or floor blankets in this man's room. HOW am I supposed to break his pelvis if he has nowhere for us to lie down??? We can't risk that old man's spine on the cobblestone.

Wait... unless. No, surly not. I mean--jk. Unless...? 😳😳😳

is daddy necromancer gonna fuck me on the sacrifice slab... 😳😳😳🥵🥵🥵

Bonus:

Solas 11/10

does not matter where he actually slept bc once my inquisitor Gets Him again they WILL be fucking on top of the piano in front of the mural in his Yearning Room

[oxideblack]

[escapedaudios]

so we know ash hates (loves) mitski but how does mr escaped himself feel about her music

I'm obsessed and I'm writing an entire traditional audio play based on Liquid Smooth. It's a drama/supernatural horror story set in 1950s Hollywood.

[roots-symphony]

do you think the reason agatha’s trial felt weird is because she was the only one who did not actually buy into the mythos of the road since she knew the truth? like that was why no perspective change and all the other reasons why people thought it was a fake trial

[tumblingxelian]

Fox Miraculous - Reimagined:

This is inspired by the fact its "illusions" cannot be seen by cameras. Rather than this being a weakness, its a reflection of the fact most users do not understand the fox.

Name: Trixx Animal: Vulpes Era: Caveasphaera Domain: Mirage and Manifestation Kindred: Horse (Action & Migration) & Butterfly (Transmission & transformation)

Mirage: The Fox is often mistaken for creating illusions, but this is not so, in truth it creates what can be described as hallucinations within a certain range, altering the perspective of those within it to match the imagined perceptions of the user.

Manifestation: The power to manifest one's innermost thoughts, an image, ideas, or more via the Fox can also be applied on others. Just as the Turtles Shield can encase the user or a foe, so two an the Fox manifest a mirage based on the perceptions of someone other than the Holder.

Some Mages Thousands of Years ago: ... and this one lets the handler place hallucinations in someone else's mind, or even externalize their targets thoughts, manifesting them as a sort of shared mirage. Useful for trickery and interrogation.

Trixx, who just got here: Yeah that sounds about right.

(Maybe) Lila/Alya thousands of years later: So what you’re saying is I can use this to make people see the world as I do. That I am essentially eroding the barrier between my perception of the world and theirs, imposing my thoughts, feelings and visions upon the target. Which could allow me to steadily warp and erode their sense of self and view of the world until its either the same as mine, or simply whatever I sculpted them into. Essentially allowing me to steadily overwrite an entire personality and perception of reality? With all it costs me being the risk of my own slower erosion of self as all those around me join together in a panopticon like hivemind?

Trixx & Some Mages Thousands of Years ago:

Note: One can try and reshape people over time, but one cannot always predict the results. So it could go really, really badly.

[psychologeek]

Whumptober #17: The Cyclist AU

Background: Jason never came back to Gotham. There's no Red Hood.

During his Brucequest, Tim gets assistance from an unfamiliar person.

The map is destroyed.

Kid's staring at it like it's a crowbar, and Jason can't help feeling a twitch of compassion for him.

“Well,” he put his hand on the kid's shoulder. “We had a good run.”

The kid looks wrecked, honestly. His eyebags got bags, and there's this glimmer in his eyes that makes him wonder if part of the reason B took him was to prevent him from becoming a future raugh.

(Kid managed to set up a clone lab, become an international thief, and there's this whole thing with Ras he very carefully doesn't think about.

And that's just in three months.)

“It's over, Kiddo,” he tells the boy. “There's nothing we can do now. This was your last shot. You said it yourself.”

“No!” The kid says. “No, no, no, no. No. It's not– no, it can't. I'm not– this isn't over. This isn't. I can't. You can't make me. You can't – I'm not going. I'm not. You can't make me–”

“Wow, chill there,” Jason stops him. “I don't know what you're talking about, but it's like. You said it yourself. This was the last shot to find your - whatever cave or something.”

“It's not a cave,” the kid spits. “I've already told you - it's an ancient site used to worship a bat-like deity, which seems to be a local version of Pazuzu, that was discovered in –”

“I get it,” Jason stops him. “It's some important Batshit thing. But the map is gone. What are you gonna do? You said it yourself. No one's been there for over 70 years. What are you going to do? Get an Ouija board and start questioning the last archaeological team?”

Uh.

Oh no.

Jason recognises that look

This Look™ 

There's something sharp in the maniac smile on Tim's face.

“I mean… I bet you always wanted to break into a nuclear weapon factory in North-Korea.”

That crazy bastard.

Jason REALLY likes him.

(Like it? I have more mini-fics Whumptober index | And full size fics on ao3. )

[qprpbj]

can someone please write religious guilt curtis bros pleek…..

[mayblossomss]

Whumptober Day 17: Nowhere Else to Go / "We had a good run"

As soon as the church erupted into flames, Ponyboy and Johnny darted inside, not for a second hesitating. They heard the cries for help coming from the children stuck inside the church, and they knew what they had to do.

It was likely one of their cigarettes which started the fire. Maybe they ran inside in an attempt at soothing the guilt that would've undoubtedly come with ignoring their screams, or maybe they really were professional heroes.

Once they broke through the boarded up window, smoke engulfed them, making it incredibly difficult to both see and breathe. The only thing directing the boys were the cries of children, which gradually got louder the further inside they went. Johnny entered the room where the screams came from first, spotting a small group of kids huddled in the corner.

One by one, Ponyboy and Johnny carried the children out of the flames and into the arms of an unwilling Dallas, who hollered at them to get the hell out of there. They didn't listen, though. Neither of them were leaving until they'd gotten all of the kids out of the fire.

Johnny handed Dally the last kid, then turned around to Ponyboy. "Come on, man!" His words came out hoarse as the smoke he inhaled burned the inside of his throat. "Let's get out of here!"

Ponyboy nodded, prepared to run, before he spotted the way the roof began to make a strange sound. He knew what was happening at once and screamed, "Johnny, get out of the way!"

By some miracle, Johnny sprinted over to him just in time to avoid being crushed by the falling pillars. The sudden cave-in of the roof caused the fire to grow bigger, and effectively cut off their exit route through the window.

"Shit," Pony murmured, holding his sleeve up to his face as tears spiked his eyes due to the heat. "Let's try the way we came in."

Johnny nodded, and they pushed through the burning church, coughing and noticeably growing weaker. They came to a halt as they realized there was a massive fire wall in the way of their escape route once again. The two boys shared a frightened look, before Johnny tugged him along in a different direction, hoping that maybe they could find an open window or something else that could serve as an exit.

They rushed through the smoke, unable to find anyway to escape. All of the windows were barricaded from the outside, and were certainly too hot to try and break through. It seemed that every turn they took only lessened their chances of survival.

As they turned into one room, which turned out to be a dead end, a beam from the roof came crashing down, trapping them inside the confined room. Both boys stood in a stunned silence for a few beats, before Ponyboy let out a choked sob.

"There's nowhere else to go," he managed to get out, trembling despite the heat. "We're going to die here, Johnny."

For a moment, a look of panic flashed through Johnny's eyes, before it melted away to a morbid acceptance. "It's going to be okay, Pony."

"I never got to tell Darry I forgive him," Ponyboy disagreed, mind racing with the thought of his brothers hearing about how their little brother met his fate. "And when's the last time I told either of them how much I love them?"

Johnny walked closer, taking his hand and squeezing gently. "We're going to be okay."

"How are you so calm?"

He only shook his head, eyes glistening with tears, but an easy smile rested on his lips. "We had a good run."

Ponyboy expression twisted into a pitiful frown. "Did we?"

Not answering him, Johnny looked around and spotted a book on the floor behind them. Gone with the Wind. He laughed and picked it up. "We'll never finish it."

"No," Ponyboy mumbled, reaching out to grab the novel. "But we know how it ends, at least, since we saw the movie."

"Yeah," he agreed, then met Ponyboy's frightened eyes. "We saved those kids-- it was worth it."

After a few seconds, Ponyboy nods, the fear still present in his eyes, but a look of acceptance passed across his face. "Yeah, I guess it was."

The fire surrounded them crackled menacingly, and Ponyboy turned to face Johnny. Opening his mouth to speak, he was abruptly cut off by a loud cracking sound, and suddenly the rest of the church crumpled beneath the weight of the fire. Neither of the boys got a chance to comprehend what was happening before they were hit, and their worlds went dark.

[ruelpsen]

Oh, what's this? Looks like someone had fun stuffing their face tonight. God, you're so big. I've never seen your belly so tight before... look how high your shirt is riding! Just how much did you manage to pack in there? Yet despite your groaning, you're continuing to eat, trying to finish that last bag of chips. Oh, and look how aroused you are. So turned on by your own gluttony. What's that? You want me to rub your belly? Anything for you, my darling. My, you're getting fat. There's no denying it any- ...oh, that sounded lovely. But listen, it sounded like there's more air trapped in there. Tell me if it hurts. Here? ...Oh, fuck yes! That must have felt good. To hear such a belch erupt past your lips... and another! Fuck, you're sexy. And look at you now, grinding against the couch like the big horny glutton you are. You feel a big one coming? Let me rub that one out for you too. Cum for me, my belchy darling. Cum for- ...oh yes.

Look at you, so turned on by your bottomless appetite, your big stuffed belly, that you hardly even had to rut to cum, pushed over the edge by your own voluptuous belch. You're so gross... and I wouldn't have it any other way.

[shyvioletcat]

I was going to post this last night but turns out I was way more tired than I thought. Another addition thanks to @throneofglassmicrofics . This one was for celebrate.

MASTERLIST

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Winter was finally thawing. Orynth seemed to relish the colder months, holding onto the abrasive weather as long as it could. Snow hadn’t fallen since last week and sunshine was peeking through the clouds more often and for longer. It wasn’t enough to start shedding some of those outer layers, but it was pleasant enough to spend a little time outside.

Rowan had a lazy morning, taking his time to get out of bed and make himself breakfast. Now he’d taken his tea out to his front porch, to catch the last bits of the morning sun before it disappeared behind his roof. The mug steamed between his hands, the wisps dancing in the cold air. It seemed the rest of the street had a similar plan for their Sunday, it was quiet with only a few people and cars meandering around. The older couple from the corner walked by with their cat sized dog. Thankfully they didn’t acknowledge Rowan, leaving him in peace to sip his tea.

His quiet tranquillity was disturbed by the sound of wailing coming from next door. Rowan lent forward out of curiosity but no one was in sight. Last night he’d been up late binge watching a series. It was nearly 2am when he went into the kitchen to put his arraying of dishes in the sink. He’d heard the baby crying then too, and had seen his neighbour pacing in the kitchen where their windows faced each other. Whatever was happening, the baby wasn’t happy and it had carried on into daylight hours.

Rowan had lived here for almost three months, and he’d only had the two disastrous interactions with his neighbour at this point. Since the last one he hadn’t made any attempt to rectify the situation. That first interaction had been so atrocious and the second hadn’t done anything to help. He didn’t dare to try and make peace, that woman was ready to blaze him to his bones with the slightest inclination. Rowan felt for her though, from what he could garner, she was doing this alone.

No one else seemed to be living in the house besides mother and baby. There were a few visitors, but never anyone who stayed. Maybe her partner was out of town, but for this long with such a young baby seemed unlikely, or she could even be a military wife. Rowan didn’t know—wasn’t likely to know either.

Sipping at his tea, Rowan went back to his book. He made it to the end of the chapter when the crying was louder and clearer, drawing his eyes to the sound. His neighbour was stepping down off her own front porch, baby in one arm and a picnic blanket in the other. She was wearing a loose hoodie and a green beanie with a pom-pom on top. The baby was similarly rugged up against the chill. Seems they were taking advantage of the sunshine as well.

With one hand and two feet the woman managed to lay out the blanket. Rowan caught a glimpse of her face, and even from here he could see how haggard she was. Her face was pale, expression tight, the dark circles under her eyes were more than noticeable. He was filled with sympathy for her, but he didn’t dare offer more than that, lest he be torn to pieces.

Rowan went back to minding his own business, enjoying his book and the remainder of his tea. The sounds of his neighbours playing carried on the quiet street, every so often Rowan caught a few words or a babble. Nothing he could decipher until there was a loud exclamation.

“You did it! You clever girl!”

Rowan heard the pure elation in the words and he couldn’t help but glance in that direction. His neighbour held something over the baby, a colourful animal toy with dangly ringed feet, and a little hand was grasping at it but missing. And then those little fingers stretched out and with a perfectly timed swipe and she had it again. Pretty laughter echoed and Rowan watched as the toy was out down in favour of picking up the baby.

A celebration occurred, the baby showered in kisses and words that couldn’t be heard from across the lawn. It was a sweet sight, and Rowan couldn’t help but smile. It was pure adoration for the simplest of accomplishments.

His neighbour settled on the blanket again, sitting the baby in front of her. From the way the infant sat and how she was held onto it was clear that sitting up was a skill she was still learning as well. But she looked up, a smile on her face, soaking in the attention. Rowan hadn’t realised how intently he had been watching the scene unfold until the woman glanced over and he found himself leaning back in his chair to avoid being caught.

Due to their more than strained relationship Rowan didn’t think his casual viewing would be welcome. Hell, the woman might match right over and give him yet another verbal lashing. With his tea finished Rowan headed back inside, leaving the mug in the sink for later. His house was quiet, and after the joy he had witnessed it stung a little. If the gods had been kinder maybe there would be little feet running around, someone would be with him to share that joy. Instead of the silence there might have been laughter and light.

But it was only him, only his weight that made the floorboards creak, voices came from the TV and not from real life people. Rowan knew the dark thoughts were still lingering from the anniversary of Lyria’s death. In another week or two the cloud would lift—it always did. Maybe as the weather warmed so would his disposition.

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Thanks for reading!

[weepylucifer]

what in the world is steban even doing in martinaise tbh?? he clearly has family elsewhere who love and support him, and he seems to be struggling to get by on his own in martinaise (since he's being threatened with eviction bc he can't pay his rent) and it's not a convenient place to live either, like i can't imagine he has a shorter commute to college from the ass-end of revachol where no one goes. so why tf is he there? you know i can construct a miasma of abstruse headcanons around this

[snprblu72]

Nowhere Left to Turn|T|597 Words

Read on AO3

Fandom: 9-1-1

Relationships: Evan "Buck" Buckley/Eddie Diaz

Characters: Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz

Tags: Whumptober 2024, Nowhere else to go, "we had a good run", Post-Ladder Truck Bombing (9-1-1 TV), Alternate Universe - No Lawsuit (9-1-1 TV), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Getting Together, Insecure Evan "Buck" Buckley, Eddie Diaz Loves Evan "Buck" Buckley, Evan "Buck" Buckley Loves Eddie Diaz, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary: “I’ve tried everything, Eddie. There’s nowhere else to go. It’s either suing the department or moving.”

Whumptober 2024 Day 17: Nowhere else to go|"We had a good run."

[hywenhei]

and now, back to your regularly scheduled whumptober posts!!!

NOWHERE ELSE TO GO: Ruined Map | Shipwrecked | "We had a good run."

Whumpee drags themselves onto a sandy shore after the roughest storm of their life: they have no idea where their crewmates are, if their ship is still intact, hell, they don't know where they are right now. They pry their eyes open to get a sense of where they are; instead, their eyes first focus on a blurry person, towering over them. Whumpee is completely at their mercy, and it is their choice on whether Whumpee lives or dies in that moment.

"No, please! This can't be the end!" "We've had a good run, my friend. But we're never going to make it back, no matter how many sacrifices you make; you have to know that by now."

Whumpee has just been shipwrecked onto an island with their crewmates after a devastating storm that killed many of their friends. All navigation systems are down, the ship is in ruins, and Whumpee is unresponsive, lost in their own grief. All the team can do is wait for the captain to come back to them - assuming the inhabitants of the island don't find them first.

guys. this prompt list is kind of giving epic the musical. as in odysseus' journey home. do you. do you see the vision. if anyone understands this, please tell me. the hyperfixation is too real.

anyways, see you tomorrow for day 18!!

[weneedatdcharacterwho]

We need a TD character with severe social anxiety who's super shy and quiet around people, but talks a LOT and shows their true personality in the confessionals (Bonus points if they're sassy and/or unhinged and/or actually the smartest person there)

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