#whumptober 2021 day 15

[rpf-bat]

Ngl y’all, I’m starting to run out of ideas. 😅

[wellthisissomething]

AI-Less Whumptober Day 2 - Car Accident

High Cookie - Ep. 16

Line Walker 3 - Ep. 02

Reunion: Sound of Providence Season 1 - Ep. 15

Psychometry/Gifted Hands (2011)

Raft House (เรือนแพ) - Ep. 17

Blind (2021)

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[lilac-rose-writes]

Kindergarten Fanfics Masterpost

Character Study Series:

The Before And The After- Ozzy (21/11/2021) Tuesday- Carla (26/11/2021) Good Boy- Stevie (05/12/2021) Enough- Ted (13/12/2021) Pretty Girls- Cindy (15/12/2021) Experiences, Crushes and Science Lessons- Jerome (17/12/2021) Revolting Children- Ms Applegate (23/12/2021) Letters- Madison (01/01/2022) Wilted- Lily (05/01/2022) Advancements- Male Principal (26/01/2022) The Sole Heir To Applesoft- Felix (15/02/2022) Oddball- Margaret (26/02/2022) Smart- Monty (09/04/2022) Green- Bob (16/05/2022) Lost- Alice (23/07/2022) Sleep- Billy (22/08/2022) Death- Kid (25/08/2022) Monsters, Sleepovers and Love Letters- Nugget (02/09/2022)

Miscellaneous One-Shots and AUs

Love Me- Yandere Kid AU (27/03/2022) In The Dark- Reverse AU (07/06/2022) Hogwarts School of Magic and Mysteries- Harry Potter AU (12/06/2022) Penny Is Definitely a Robot- Pre Canon (29/08/2022) What Not To Do When You Meet a New Superhero- Spider-Man AU (22/12/2022) Poor, Unfortunate Souls- Kid-centric Study (10/03/2023) What It Takes To Survive- K1 Bad End (26/03/2023) Camp Principal- Camp Camp AU (28/03/2023) The Final Duet- OMORI AU Prequel (03/06/2023) Don't Blend Billy- Blended Billy (23/07/2023) The Owl House but Kindergarten- Owl House AU (24/07/2023) shard of light- Secret Santa Gift (30/12/2024) Loneliness- Lily-centric Study (06/03/2025)

Huxleypocalypse

Huxleypocalypse One-Shot Collection (21/07/2024) Asked For This (25/07/2024) Not So Different (27/07/2024) Ruin (13/02/2025)

Restaurant Saga

Penny and Carla go to IHOP at 3:47AM (20/11/2022) Kid Goes to Taco Bell At a Reasonable Hour of the Day (18/12/2022)

Pearla-Centric One-Shots

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year (24/12/2021) Smile (28/08/2022) Purple Heathers (28/11/2022)

Whumptobers

Whumptober 2022 (01/10/2022) Kindergarten Whumpuary (it's complicated)

Ghost Felix AU

Alone (02/07/2022) Absolutely Fine (05/11/2022)

Hi! I'm Lilac, and my AO3 account can be found here as Lilac_The_Book_Lover. I've been writing for the Kindergarten fandom for a few years now, and I don't plan on stopping anytime soon. <3

My profile picture & header were made by the INCREDIBLE @rainrayne!! They're such a wonderfully talented artist and a lovely mutual to have; I urge you to check out their account if you haven't already! :D

(I also run @themodernmozart if anyone is interested in rp blogs. <3)

[forgan-forge]

WHUMPTOBER PROMPT FILL: Day 18 — Impaled

Fandom: MCU, Loki (TV 2021)

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius, Ravonna Lexus Renslayer, Hunter B-15 (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Gen or Pre-Slash, POV Loki (Marvel), Episode: s01e01 Glorious Purpose (Loki TV) Loki Whump (Marvel), Angst With a Happy Ending, very minimal comfort, Hurt Loki (Marvel), Canon Divergence, Canon Rewrite, Blood and Injury, Impalement, Major Character Injury, Blood Loss, Battle of New York (Marvel)

Summary:

“You’re coming with us,” the soldier who must’ve been their leader said.

Loki slumped boneless against the rocks and tried to breathe away his spinning head. “Good luck with that,” he said. “As you can see, I’m sort of stuck here.”

The soldier smirked and tilted her head. “That won’t be a problem.”

—

OR: What if our Loki, L1130, got apprehended by the TVA under different circumstances?

Link to Fic: “Somebody, Somewhere, Deserted Me”

[veryrealimagination]

Whumptober 2023, The Attempt that passed

No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

No. 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”

No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”

“You better pray with that soul, I don’t need you to help me to the grave, soldier.”

No. 5

No. 15

No. 25

No. 8

No. 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”

No. 7: “ “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

No. 9: “Learning everything ain’t what it seems, that’s the thing about these days.”

No. 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

“See my hope’s destroyed with the chains around my feet.”

No. 11

No. 21

No. 12: “I haven’t slept in days but who’s counting?”

“Feed me poison like the strength in your bones.”

No. 13

No. 14

No. 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

No. 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”

No. 18: “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.”

“I’m not as stupid as you if you didn’t see us coming.”

No. 19

No. 22

No. 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”

No. 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.”

No. 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.”

No. 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.”

No. 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.”

No. 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”

No. 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”

No. 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.”

No. 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”

2020 Post 2021 Post 2022 Post

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whumptober Masterpost

I have a couple years that I didn't finish that I never made Masterposts for, so I've made one now (: All are linked under the cut and all are Tumblr posts!

2019

Day 1| Fandom: The Man From UNCLE; whumpee: Napoleon Solo

Day 6| Fandom: Hawkeye; whumpee: Clint Barton

Day 15| Fandom: 911; whumpee: Evan "Buck" Buckley

2021

Days 1-4| Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast; whumpee: Juno Steel

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4

Day 5| Fandom: 911; whumpee: Evan "Buck" Buckley

Day 6| The Umbrella Academy; whumpee: Klaus Hargreeves

Day 7| Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast; whumpee: Juno Steel

Day 8| Fandom: 911; whumpee: Evan "Buck" Buckley

Day 9| Fandom: The Old Guard; whumpee: Joe and Nicky

Day 10| Fandom: The X-Files; whumpee: Fox Mulder

Day 11| Fandom: Black Sails; whumpee: John Silver

Day 12| Fandom: The Witcher; whumpee: Geralt of Rivia

Day 13| Fandom: Venom; whumpee: Eddie Brock

Day 14| Fandom: Limitless; whumpee; Brian Finch

Day 17| Fandom: Wolf 359; whumpee: Doug Eiffel

[25centsoda]

Whumptober 2021 Day 15 L&V Doubles!

Two fics again today!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34511614

Title: Drained

Summary: Day 15: FEED A COLD, STARVE A FEVER Delirium | Fever dreams | Bees. General Vader siphons Luke's magic one too many times, and Luke pays the price.

Excerpt:

Luke bared his teeth at the officer holding his tray above his head. “Give that back.”

“You haven’t pledged loyalty to our Emperor, Recruit.”

“I don’t have to swear loyalty, I’m a prisoner,” he shot back.

The officer gave him a haughty look. “No matter how you came to be in our majesty’s army, you still must swear loyalty to him,” the man insisted.

Out of the corner of his eyes, Luke’s hands began to glow. He couldn’t help it. After years in the near-lawless land that was Tatooine, Ben had finally taught him to fight back, and he couldn’t just stand by when Imperials decided to mistreat him, or anybody else!

The sight of the glow only made the officer smile. “Careful, Recruit. Wouldn’t want your commanding officer to notice that.”

Suddenly Vader’s dark form was headed towards them through the crowd around the hastily-assembled mess.

“Oops,” the officer said. Luke dearly wished he’d gotten the man’s name, so he could get back at him later. “Too late.”

.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/34511449

Title: Don’t Fuss Over Me

Summary: Day 15: FEED A COLD, STARVE A FEVER Delirium | Fever dreams | Bees. After ramming his ship into Darth Vader's, Luke has crashed on an unknown planet. He can only hope that Vader is worse off than him...and that he can contact his friends before his own injuries become too much to handle on his own.

Excerpt:

Luke coughed as he crawled out of his downed ship, choking on the smoke. His left leg dragged behind him, oozing blood as he emerged onto the blue grass of a planet he didn’t even know the name of. He could only hope that Vader had been worse off in the crash; he had no idea where Vader’s TIE had spun out to, only that his own lungs were burning.

He finally disentangled himself enough to flop onto his back, breathing heavily. Oxygen had never tasted so sweet.

Well, maybe the last time he’d crashed, but that was months ago.

Eyes closed against the bright sun shining through his visor, Luke took stock of his body.

[rpf-bat]

2019: Tried participating in Inktober. Wrote 5 days worth of MCR reader inserts before giving up.

2020: Participated in “Gothtober” (a fandom-specific event). Wrote 14 MCR reader inserts before giving up.

2021: Participated in Flufftober. Wrote 15 Blind Channel reader-inserts before giving up.

2022: Participated in Flufftober. Wrote 23 Blind Channel M/M stories before giving up.

2023: Participating in Whumptober. Writing a mixture of Finnish bands, probably going to be mostly M/M stories again. Maybe I’ll actually finish the challenge this time….

[breezy-cheezy]

Whumptober day 7: Blindness

I love that Prompto is the one to help Ignis the most in his early blindness ;;~;; I had a thought once of what if he described his photos to Ignis on some bad nights? And here we are, one pun later kjsahdks

Please don’t tag with ships! Thank you!

[whumpetywhump]

Whumptober Day 15 - Delirium

Dr Jin - Ep. 5

Flower Of Evil - Ep. 6

History 4: Close To You - Ep. 7

Love And Redemption - Ep. 30

Memories Of The Alhambra - Ep. 6

Never Say Never - Ep. 34

Queen For Seven Days - Ep. 20

The Rebel - Ep. 28

[fanfictasia]

Whumptober Day 15

Alt. Head Injury

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Inheritance, a fic we have yet to release. ^-^

Rex catches Anakin’s attention next as the clone commander approaches him, and Anakin turns to him after a few more words with the Chancellor. “General, you should go see the healers.”

Must they start with this again? “I’ll be fine, Rex,” Anakin insists frustratedly. He’s not, not really, but he doesn’t want to go. He doesn’t want to take the time, and… and the pain is dulling his thoughts, stopping his mind from focusing on all those things he can’t and doesn’t want to think about.

“Kix said you shouldn’t be walking, much less fighting.”

Anakin almost sighs, but the sharp pain constantly radiating through his body – which only seems to have gotten worse. Ahsoka kicked him, he remembers, and it probably badly jarred his already broken ribs – reminds him that he needs to be careful. He still feels disconnected from the shock of it all, and he’s not looking forwards to when everything comes back. That’s probably why even his physical pain is being dwarfed so much. Normally, it would be worse than this, he thinks.

Now that Anakin is actually thinking about it again, he notices that the aches throughout his body have worsened – likely from the lightning. Plus, his head is throbbing again. He doesn’t even remember hitting it. Maybe when Dooku threw him into the wall? He didn’t even notice. Slowly, he reaches back to touch it, fingers slipping through his hair to find the gash. It’s not as though Rex doesn’t know he was injured already, and the others are inside.

“Really, I’ll be okay,” Anakin grumbles, even as he pulls his hand away. It’s wet with blood; he can see as much in the moonlight. Never mind that.

He looks up sharply as Kix appears through the door. Rex’s doing, no doubt. “You are going to the medbay,” the clone commands, and the glare he gives Anakin is enough to make him cave immediately. “You haven’t slept since this happened, you were beaten by Hardeen, and you fought Dooku, which is a reason enough alone.”

“Fine,” Anakin concedes reluctantly, shooting Rex his best betrayed look as Kix drags him away.

[ultracreativelywritten]

Thunderclash finds Rodimus in a terrible state.

@whumptober-archive

[forgan-forge]

WHUMPTOBER PROMPT FILL: Day 14 — Bleeding Out

Fandom: MCU, Loki (TV 2021)

Characters: Loki (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius, Hunter B-15 (Marvel), Casey (Loki TV)

Additional Tags: POV Loki (Marvel), POV Mobius M. Mobius, Loki Whump (Marvel), Gen or Pre-Slash, Hurt Loki (Marvel), Caring Mobius M. Mobius, Timeslipping, Blood and Injury, Blood Loss, Bleeding Out, Angst and Hurt/Comfort

Summary:

“Just a moment ago you didn’t know me!” Loki said, his eyes wide with fear.

Just a moment ago? Loki wasn’t there just a moment ago, he wasn’t making any sense. Mobius furrowed his brow and shook his head.

“I know you,” he said. “Take a breath, Loki, I know you.”

—

OR: Loki gets injured during his treacherous journey through the past TVA. Thankfully, he finds Mobius before it’s too late.

AKA: What if media remembered that broken glass is dangerous?

Link to Fic: “Either Way, I’ll Disappear”

[ihni]

Out of the ashes, part 15

For whumptober day 15, "Fever dreams"

~~~

Joyce joined them in the kitchen perhaps twenty minutes later, but only to pour some soup into a bowl and bring that, as well as a glass of water, back out into the living room. Ten minutes after that, she returned – with an empty bowl and without the glass. She sat down at the table, where Steve and Robin had just finished their own soup and where they were now silently looking out through the window as the sky got lighter. She grabbed both of their hands and gave them a little squeeze, and nodded.

“That was a very stupid thing you did,” she said. “Those files wouldn’t have been worth your lives. But … thank you.”

“For what?” Steve asked, mind slow with fatigue.

“For working so hard on trying to shut them down.” She nodded back to the living room. “For getting Billy out of there.” She gave each of their hands a little pat. “For being good kids.” Then she stood up and ruffled Steve’s hair – which he was too tired to protest against. “Now, go to sleep. If you don’t mind sharing, you can have my bed. I’ve changed the sheets. Second door to the left.”

Robin thanked her while Steve brought their bowls over to the sink to soak them – the only thing Joyce would let him do, as she was threatening to smack him over the head if he tried to do the dishes – and then he stumbled out into the hallway. Before he left, though, he turned back and asked, “Is Hargrove …?” He wasn’t actually sure of what he was asking, but Joyce’s eyes softened nonetheless.

“He’s asleep. I gave him one of Will’s sleeping pills … they help with his nightmares. I told Billy what it was and that I thought it would help him sleep, and he agreed to take one.”

“And he is … you know? Okay?”

The smile that had been playing on her lips fell away, and left her looking troubled. “That boy has been through hell. He didn’t say a word about it, barely spoke to me, but from what I could tell ...” She took a deep breath; tried and failed to put a smile back on. “Physically, he’s probably going to be okay with time, which is amazing in itself considering what must have happened to him. Mentally …? I don’t know.”

Steve opened his mouth to say something, only to realize that he had absolutely no idea what to say to that. Joyce took pity on him and clapped him on the shoulder.

“But that’s a discussion for later. Go to bed, Steve. You’ve done so well tonight. Get some sleep.”

Steve nodded and stumbled down the hall, with only a glance at the bundle on the couch as he passed the living room. Robin had already thrown herself on the left side of Joyce’s bed, so Steve crawled up next to her. He was out like a light as soon as his head hit the pillow.

~~

It could have been hours later, or minutes, when he woke up. It was lighter in the room than it had been when he had gotten there, which indicated that the sun was up. He blinked blearily against the light coming in through the sheer curtains, and for a second he wondered why he didn’t recognize them. When the memories from last night came back, so did the realization that the sound that had woken him up had been a shout, meaning that something had to be wrong. He shot out of bed, ignoring Robin’s unhappy grumbling at being jostled, and hurried out in the hallway and into the living room.

The living room, where Joyce was crouching over Hargrove on the sofa, dabbing at his forehead with a damp hand towel and making soothing noises to calm him down as he whimpered in his sleep and threw his head from side to side on the pillow.

She looked up and spotted Steve, and grimaced in apology. “He’s got a fever. Probably due to all that running around without shoes on in March.” The last, she said distractedly, already turning her attention back at Hargrove.

Hargrove was lying on his back, swathed in Steve’s blanket as well as a quilt that Joyce must have added. His face was flushed, his skin was damp, and there were sounds of distress coming from the back of his throat as he twitched and squirmed.

He took up the whole length of the couch, and Joyce had pulled up a chair and was sitting next to his head, gently running her fingers across his scalp, so Steve sat down on the armrest of the couch. Hargrove’s feet – bandaged, now – were poking out of the blanket, but they were tangled up in them and he was kicking feebly. Without thinking, Steve reached out to free him from the blanket. It seemed to help in calming him down even though he was still making distraught noises. In some kind of desperation to be of help, Steve rested his hand on Hargrove’s bare ankle, rubbing little circles onto his skin with his thumb.

Later, he would blame exhaustion. Now, as Hargrove calmed down and sank deeper into sleep, it was simply something that soothed them both.

~~~

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[unorthodoxsavvy]

Whumptober 2021 Day 15:

Feed a Cold, Starve a Fever

Prodigal Son

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Malcolm woke up in his childhood bedroom. Things had been left the same since he went off to college and then moved to Virginia to work at Quantico. He wasn’t a sentimental person, and kept very few things from his childhood. In fact, he’d thrown most of them away in the weeks following his father’s arrest.

The walls had scattered band posters and academic awards but not much else paraphernalia. Malcolm liked it that way. Everything he really wanted was in his loft apartment. Everything here was just a reminder of the past.

Malcolm turned around and found his father standing in the doorway. He looked exactly like he did the day Malcolm had called the police on him.

“My boy!”

Malcolm didn’t move.

“Come now, it’s almost time for our camping trip! We have to get you all packed up!”

Martin gave Malcolm a smile, a smile that reminded him of a wolf in sheep’s wool. For someone who wasn’t capable of joy he played the part well though. He’d had everyone fooled for years. If it weren’t for Malcolm’s childhood curiosity in discovering the girl in the box who knows if he would have ever been caught, and how many more victims he might have taken.

Malcolm walked past his father into the hall. The lights were off, and it was darker now. The wallpaper was ripped and peeling off the walls as he continued to walk towards the dining room.

On the table was a feast like he’d never seen spread out. It looked too good to be true, like something off a Hollywood movie set. The closer he got the more things he started to notice; so many tiny details wrapped up in one bit picture. There were gravy bowls with strips of flesh, red berries that bled onto the plate, various meats with bleached clean bones poking out as if they’d been sun-bleached for years, bread with spots of grey and green, a pie with thousands of somethings wriggling just below the crust, goblets of a thick red substance that didn’t smell like wine, and of course the centerpiece, hidden under a silver platter. Malcolm lifted the platter to reveal… himself. His head on a silver platter for the main course.

Malcolm moved on to the stairs in the foyer. He climbed up each step and yet never seemed to get any higher. He continued to climb and climb until finally he gave up and turned around, and yet it took the same amount of steps to get him back onto the ground floor.

Malcolm stepped out into the foyer and made his way towards the front door. His coat was on the hook by the door and he grabbed it, putting it on. It smelled like rich soil, and dirt spilled out of it down into his clothes and onto his mother’s precious marble floor.

Malcolm reached for the front door’s handle and turned, swinging the door open. In front of him was nothing. Nothing as far as they eye could see. Simply shades of grey fog. Nothing more and nothing less.

[okarinageneticlab]

Whumptober 2021

No. 15 -​ FEED A COLD, STARVE A FEVER

Words ‘bee’ and ‘delirium’. And I got tired of torturing my oc babies for two weeks straight, so I did a funny sketchy comic sorry. Today whump hero is the bee.

Nisei is actually super bad with nature. Atlantis civilization survives on a horribly polluted planet where most species and vegetation went extinct. But Nisei and Al travel across other worlds so he’s keen to learn more. He tries. He almost not afraid of germs u see? It’s called a progress. Though anything bigger is still a horrible threat for him.

While Alat is a fully developed baby of mother nature. Terrians have some kind of habit of catching/finding things and putting it in their mouth. Even such ‘responsible adults’ like Al have it in them.

He doesn’t even need to eat, he does it for shit and giggles! Terrain barbarians and their barbaric wild shit.