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befuddled-calico-whump · 4 months ago
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Augusnippets Day 22: Tearful Goodbye
cw: past torture, captivity
previous // Riot Kings AU Masterlist //
for the @augusnippets challenge // word count: 581
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They cuffed his hands in front of him when he asked, and it's honestly more than Dan hoped for. He has five minutes alone, the pair of guards that will escort him to Mainfleet barricading the medbay door to prevent him from running.
He won't. He can't.
Wes has drifted in and out of consciousness for the past week; Swift had seen him to the brink of death, but he's held on. It shows on both counts. Bandages or bruises cover most of his skin, and one of the medics had shaved off his matted hair to get at some nasty head wounds.
That last bit may be the most gut-wrenching. Wes has had his hair dyed since they joined the Riot Kings; he's always taken care of it, always taken the time to re-color it when the brown started to creep through. The loss of it makes him look hollow somehow. Less alive.
Dan feels about as empty as Wes looks. The only reason he's on his feet at all is because he needs to be, because if he would've given in to the pain and exhaustion both of them would be doomed. He hasn't allowed himself a second to process much of anything yet. What he escaped, what he's resigned to, what he's left with.
Five minutes.
He's putting this off. If he thinks about it, he’s afraid he'll break down, have to be dragged away weeping. Dan tries to swallow the lump in his throat, and moves to the bed, cupping Wes’s cheek with a chained hand.
“Hey.”
When Wes’s eyes open, there's a clarity there, and Dan is glad. He doesn't think he could do this if Wes were locked in delirium. He reaches up to lay a hand over Dan’s.
“Hey,” he croaks, then frowns. “Wh’s wrong?”
They haven't been left alone together since day one, always a guard or a medic, or both. Or maybe Wes just sees it on his face.
“I'm..” He swallows again. The lump won't go away. “They're taking me today. “ I don't know if I'll see you again.
“What? Where?”
He's not going to sugarcoat it. “Prison, probably.” But he's not above lying. “I'll be okay.”
“Dan… th-they can't—”
“I don't have a choice.” He won't fight, won't run. He'll comply to the best of his ability. He squeezes Wes's hand, silent for a moment. “They're sending you home.”
“They're… no, Dan—”
“You'll be safe. I've been talking to the captain. As long as I comply—”
“Why would you—?”
“This is the only way.” If Wes is sent to prison, he will die. On Arrow, he'll be free. Monitored, but taken care of. 
One of the guards raps on the door, and a pang runs through him. Not now, not yet, don't—
His eyes sting, and he hurries to wipe away any tears. “It's time. I have to go.”
“Please. Please, Danny, please don't do this.” His fingers curl around Dan's, refusing to let him go.
“Promise me you'll stay out of trouble,” he says, like he's only going away for a little while, like he'll be right back.
He won't. He'll never…
The guard knocks again, but Dan ignores it, bending over the bed to embrace Wes, trying not to hold him too tight as the other man sobs into his shoulder.
“I'm sorry,” he breathes against Wes's ear. “I'm sorry.”
“Please don't die. Please… I need you to come back.”
“I will. I promise.”
He's not above lying.
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the-rad-pineapple · 4 months ago
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day 22 of @augusnippets
 recapture and tearful goodbye
part 1
Whumpee is waiting for her drink to be called at a café. The rest of her friends already got their drinks and are at a table outside waiting for her. It’s the prime of spring, and flowers are budding and the sun is shining. The air feels fresh. She feels alive. 
Finally. 
It’s been a tough few months recovering from Whumper’s torture, and her friends have been there for her every step of the way; she couldn’t have done it without them. She looks over at them, all seated beside each other, smiling and laughing in a rarely lighthearted way. Her heart grows soft and fond. 
And Whumpee is grateful for her friends and their support, but sometimes she’s found herself missing Whumper. It’s a completely unintentional and unexpected feeling. She’s not quite sure what to do about it. It’s like she logically knows she should feel disgusted at the thought of him, but…when he crosses her mind, she’s filled with yearning so strong it’s nearly debilitating. She knows there’s some sort of psychological explanation for this, but she isn’t quite sure what it is since she hasn’t told anyone or looked into it. She doesn’t want anyone taking her feelings for Whumper away from her. The ultimate guilty pleasure.
She flicks her gaze back down to her phone, waiting for her name to be called. And that’s when she feels it. An icy chill that causes goosebumps to crawl up the nape of her neck. She’s being watched. She turns, and he’s right there.
Somehow—impossibly—Whumper is here. 
Her heart stops. Then restarts erratically like a bird throwing itself against a cage. 
“I see you’ve missed me.” His voice sounds exactly as she remembered.
He lifts a hand to her neck, and she freezes, thrown back to every instance where he’s touched her. But instead, he delicately presses a finger beneath the choker she’s wearing; something she wore since it reminded her of the collar he used to make her wear. 
He leans in, breath ghosting the shell of her ear. Then he whispers, “Do you want to say goodbye to your friends?”
“Wh… Goodbye?”
“Oh, I’m keeping you,” he promises, “but I’m not cruel. You can say goodbye to them.” 
Her name is called for her drink, and she jumps. 
“I can grab that for you if you want to say goodbye.”
Heart pounding and hands shaking, she turns to look at her friends. 
They’re all still smiling. Joking and laughing. All she’s ever done is make them sad. Perhaps it’s better if she goes. 
“I… I don’t want to.” She turns back to Whumper. “Let’s just go.” 
He looks mildly surprised before wrapping a possessive arm around her waist and leading her to his car. He opens the passenger door for her. It closes, and for just a moment, the world is muffled and distant. Peaceful.
She sees her friends outside—happy and alive—probably for the last time. 
“Goodbye,” she whispers, a lone tear streaking down her cheek. 
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evilwriter37 · 4 months ago
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For Those He Loves
Augusnippets Day 22
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Tearful Goodbye
Rated: teen
Warnings: none
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“Hiccup, you can’t do this!” Astrid cried. “Don’t! You can’t just give yourself to him willingly!” 
“He’ll kill all of you!” Hiccup shouted, turning from his soon-to-be captor, who was smirking, because he knew he’d won. 
“Come along, Hiccup,” Viggo said, holding out his hand to him. He said it sweetly, as if this wasn’t an act of violence, as if his men didn’t have Astrid at arrow-point.
The stand off was happening outside of Berk, the island within flying distance. Viggo’s ships had most of the island surrounded, and Berk had been under siege for days now. Viggo had offered an ultimatum: Hiccup in return for Berk’s safety. 
Stoick had outright refused and nearly killed the messenger Viggo had sent. Hiccup had pretended to go along with it, while really, he planned to give himself to Viggo. He’d tried sneaking away by boat, wanting to leave Toothless out of this, but Astrid had caught him. Now, she and Stormfly were on Viggo’s ship with Hiccup, held at the point of about a dozen weapons. Stormfly had already taken a dragon root arrow and was incapacitated.
“Please, Hiccup.” There were tears in Astrid’s words, tears that had yet to fall. She was Astrid Hofferson; it was rare that she cried. 
But the sound of her voice broke Hiccup’s heart. 
“Can I at least say goodbye?” Hiccup asked of Viggo.
Viggo gave a nod, and then raised a hand to tell his men to lower their weapons. They looked at him like he was crazy, but did it anyway.
Hiccup ran to Astrid and hugged her tight, tears forming in his own eyes.
“I love you, Hiccup.” Astrid kissed him hard on the lips. “We’ll get you out.” Those words were quiet, a sob bubbling up behind them. “Promise.”
Hiccup felt all broken inside, but he knew he had to do this. He had to keep his people safe. He kissed Astrid one last time, and then turned to Viggo. The man looked displeased.
“Don’t keep me waiting, my dear.” 
Taking a deep breath, Hiccup stepped away from Astrid, stepped away from his life on Berk. 
He went across the ship to Viggo, something inside him crumbling when the man put his hand at the small of his back. But, even as he did it, he felt a surge of relief. He was doing this for those he loved. Wasn’t that reason enough?
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roseartsandfics · 2 years ago
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A Tearful Goodbye... Wishing for a Return
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Well, would you look at that? More Pikmin art!
Here is a piece of art with Olimar looking back at his window of his ship, looking back at the planet of PNF-404 (which prooooooooobably taken place before Pikmin 3) where he saw the image of the Pikmin, all saying goodbye and hoping he comes back one day, and it brought the captain in tears, hoping he'd go back. Such a wonderful and bittersweet piece I did!
I admit, I am too lazy to color the background :p.
I started playing Olimar's Comeback in Pikmin 3 Deluxe and it was amazing to go back into playing the game after beating the main story! :D!!!
Drawing Olimar was not half bad, which is pretty good indeed! :)
What y'all think?
Captain Olimar, the Pikmin (characters) and Pikmin ©Shigeru Miyamoto, Shigefumi Hino, Hirokazu Takenka and Nintendo
Artwork ©SuperShadowSilver
No copyright infringement is intended
Used: mechanical pencil, Crayola colored pencils silly scents and 48 pack colored pencils
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shepscapades · 6 months ago
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[Set in Mid-Late Hermitcraft Season 8]
In which we learn a little something about Cub, a little something about Doc, and a little something about Xisuma.
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ruurat · 3 months ago
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this trend but with komahina
refrence below
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aviomons · 1 year ago
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All of Grian's signs to other Hermit's in this video.
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Excluding Mumbo's because it was kind of a diss on the back of his base. I'm so proud of all the Hermits this season, and i'm so excited for season 10. Can't wait for all the amazing things they will do.
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kevindavidday · 5 months ago
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you guys don't understand how insane the sentence "why didn't they love her enough to keep her safe?" is coming from the protagonist of a series like all for the game. none of the foxes, even in their most delirious state, would have that expectation from the people who had betrayed them. jean is such a deeply genuine and emotional person, so different from the perspective neil provides, that it actually hurts more to know he had any hope at all for elodie's survival
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valeovalairs · 2 months ago
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dsmp lore (ending) in 2024, huh?
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albaricomics · 5 months ago
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On today's episode: La La Land 🌌
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Maybe in another life ✨
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katerinaaqu · 9 months ago
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Isn't it freaking adorable how both Odysseus and Penelope could remember down to exact detail what clothing she had packed for Odysseus before he left for war even 20 years later?!
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
And she packed them herself. She didn't use the help of any servant or slave to do it. She wanted to prepare her husband herself. What is even more is that all the clothes were of vibrant colors which had me thinking;
What if Penelope deliberately prepared vibrant colored clothes for Odysseus solely so that she could see him from afar for as long as possible?! And man I can so imagine her doing the same! Like standing on the top of the hill where the palace is, wearing a vibrant dress that floats in the wind, holding baby Telemachus in her arms and watch Odysseus's bright tunic on the ship and Odysseus turning his head to look up at that aetherial figure on the hill almost leaning over the ship to see her JUST FOR A LITTLE LONGER until he cannot see her anymore and this is where he keeps looking at his island becoming smaller and smaller to the horizon, shedding tears of goodbye
🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
Man ninjas are cutting onions around me again!!!
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hajima-7 · 2 years ago
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so that backless dress huh? ❄️
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gunsatthaphan · 6 months ago
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I‘m????? normal?????
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giccix · 2 years ago
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VROOM VROOM
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elinordash · 9 months ago
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SHERLOCK HOLMES (1984 - 1994) ↳ 4x02 | The Devil's Foot
Quite often during those days in Cornwall Holmes would stride out alone. The mystery and glamour of the place, with its sinister atmosphere of forgotten nations, appealed to the imagination of my friend. He spent much of his time in long walks and solitary meditation.
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heartsoftruth · 16 days ago
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