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Sent to me from reddit today. This is art actually. Link.

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𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬.

my original batch can be found HERE! i got all kinds of angsty and protective vibes took over, but if u think of any more that you’d like to see on the list, shoot me a DM so i can add it!

“ get behind me… ”

“ stay here. ”

“ don’t worry. everything’s going to be alright… ”

“ you shoot anyone who comes through that door who isn’t me. ”

“ when you love something, you protect it. ”

“ i’ll keep you safe. ”

“ do everything that i say, and we might both live to tell the tale of this night. ”

“ when i say run, i need you to do as i say and don’t even think about me. ”

“ get down! ”

“ close your eyes, you don’t need to see this. ”

“ why wouldn’t i save you? ”

“ it’s alright. they won’t be hurting you again… ”

“ of course i came for you… it would take far much more than that to stop me. ”

“ listen to me… i need to go back out there. but i promise you, i’ll be right back. okay? all i want you to do is stay hidden, and i’ll be back before you know it. ”

“ there’s nothing in this world nor any other, that would stop me from protecting you. ”

“ get out of here! now! ”

“ i knew you’d feel guilty; you do understand that i’d take a thousand wounds if it meant keeping you safe, don’t you? ”

“ i swear to you. as long as i’m by your side, you’ll never be harmed. ”

“ it’s my job to keep you safe, yes, but you could work with me a little to make it easier. ”

“ protecting you isn’t my duty. it’s my privilege. ”

“ who did this to you? where are they? ”

“ listen to me. i don’t think i’ll be able to buy you much time. and once i go out there, the clock starts. so the second you hear us fighting, i want you to run. as fast and as far as you can. ”

“ are you alright? “

“ can you move? “

“ why is it so difficult for you to believe that you deserve to be protected? “

“ you’re a good person. good people deserve to be safe. “

“ i’m going to protect you, now. because that’s what we do for the ones we love. we keep them safe. “

“ stay close. whatever you do, do not leave my side. “

“ i’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe. no matter the cost. “

“ i’m on my way. ”

“ it’s alright… it’s okay… i’m here now. i’ve got you. ”

“ it’s all over now. don’t panic. it’s not my blood. ”

“ i don’t know how long i’ll be able to protect you for, but i guarantee you, i’ll only stop with my final breath. ”

[much-obliged-timothy]

we're all feeling so normal about this guy right now

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omw to write a story consisting solely of my favorite tropes and characters i think are cool

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watch your back⚠️

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DANTE ASDFGJHHKL!!11

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Just point me in the right direction.

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bg3 tweets 1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5 // 6 // 7

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REBEL HEARTS: AN M!HANDERS ZINE OFFICIAL ZINE RELEASE

On behalf of all contributors and moderators, we are proud to present the official release of Rebel Hearts: An m!Handers Zine!

This zine is the culmination of 33 fans’ love for Anders and m!Hawke, with over sixty pages of amazing art and fic for you to enjoy, entirely for free!

Though we will not be accepting money directly, we have designated Doctors Without Borders and Amnesty International as our suggested charities if you are feeling generous.

To download Rebel Hearts: An m!Handers Zine’s full package, complete with print-ready files and custom Handers emotes, please go to our official Google Drive. Please note that this zine contains works of all ratings, from general audiences to explicit.

We hope you enjoy the zine!

Cover art done by the wonderful @violaviolets

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❤️💚 CONTRIBUTOR SPOTLIGHT: JT 💚❤️

We are excited to announce that @much-obliged-timothy is an author for the upcoming Rebel Hearts: An m!Handers Zine!

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Welcome back to Whumpcember!

Or if you're new, welcome!

This is the second ever Whumpcember event and I am happy to be running it again! I am so thankful for all the support for last year's Whumpcember and for everyone who filled out the prompt list form! I hope everyone has a wonderful writing Whumpcember, and now, onto the rules!

Prompts should be answered with whump as the main focus

Fanfic! Gif! Text post! Fanart! Fan video! Any piece of media that you can possibly make that has whump counts!

You can use the prompts any time! Don't feel the need to rush

Though, prompts answered during December will most likely be reblogged

Post anywhere! AO3, Wattapad, Tumblr, or even Fanfic.Net! So as long as you make a Tumblr post with a link to the answered prompt it may be reblogged.

When posting onto Tumblr you can either @ the blog or tag with #whumpcember2023 and the day's tag, such as #whumpcember2023 day1

Don't forget to add any warnings necessary, such as NSFW or sexual content

An AO3 Collection will go out on December 1 and close January 1, it's not mandatory, but if you want your works saved in a collection, make sure you get it in on time!

At the end of the month a masterpost will go out to all participants and a badge you can save stating that you are either a participant or completionist. In order to be on the masterpost though, you will have to fill out a google form at the end of month; don't worry it'll take two minutes!

If you have any more questions, send me an ask!

Written Prompt list below:

-Main Prompts-

Day 1: Fever

Day 2: Sickness

Day 3: Hypothermia

Day 4: Hidden Injury

Day 5: Impaled

Day 6: Nightmares

Day 7: Fainting

Day 8: Isolation

Day 9: Brainwashing

Day 10: Freezing

Day 11: Infection

Day 12: Touch Starved

Day 13: Restraints

Day 14: Cornered

Day 15: Hallucinating

Day 16: Head Injury

Day 17: Fire

Day 18: Chronic Pain

Day 19: Exhaustion

Day 20: Drugged

Day 21: Choking

Day 22: Seizures

Day 23: Nosebleed

Day 24: Bullet

Day 25: Coma

Day 26: Collapse

Day 27: Bleeding Out

Day 28: Abandoned

Day 29: Paralyzed

Day 30: Delirium

Day 31: Homeless

-Alts-

Alt 1. Stabbed

Alt 2. Forced to Watch

Alt 3. Drowning

Alt 4. Ice

Alt 5. Sacrifice

Alt 6. Concussion

Alt 7. Hunger

Alt 8. Tears

Alt 9. Begging

Alt 10. Abused

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very well, i shall smoke this “bowl” with you. but take warning! henceforth i may become quite….. silly…

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unfortunately the awful little freak everyone hates has saved the world so now we all have to try to be nice

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Whumptober #20

Day 20 - Devil May Cry - "You will regret touching them"

*

“Hope you guys saved some fun for me,” Nero muttered to himself as he raced through the streets.

Vergil and Dante had left him behind to deal with a horde of demons while they moved ahead to the big guy causing this mess. Nero felt a little irritated that they’d left him on cleanup duty so they could get the real challenge, but he supposed they were hoping smaller jobs would give him a chance to practice with his devil form. 

He supposed he was just relieved they’d invited him along. It was a job they could’ve easily handled on his own, and he’d been nervous Vergil would actively try to avoid him. But Dante made it sound like it was Vergil’s idea to bring Nero along for this mission.

They certainly weren’t a conventional family, but Nero would take whatever he could get when it came to his father at this point.

“Better still be a fight going on so I can show you how strong I am,” Nero said, grinning to himself. He knew Vergil watched him on missions, and for all his grumblings and criticisms, Nero was sure he was starting to earn his father’s approval. 

He rounded the corner, and the grin dropped off his face slowly. It took him a long moment to process the scene before him, but slowly, it presented itself.

Dante was hanging limply over the hood of a smashed car, his fingers twitching but motionless aside from that. His sword was on the ground a few feet away from him and blood coated the cracked windshield where Dante must’ve been thrown into it.

Vergil was trying to get himself to his feet and failing miserably. One of his legs was twisted at an unnatural angle, but he grit his teeth and dragged himself to the Yamato, holding it with determination. 

The demon before them was large with a thick outer shell over its body. It had sharp claws and flames licking up its back. Its muscled tail swung back and forth slowly, anticipation in its dark eyes as it stalked towards Vergil.

Nero was sliding into its path before he’d made the conscious decision to move, bringing his sword up at a small bit of exposed flesh. The demon moved aside with surprising speed, the blow clanging off its armor.

“Another one,” it said, its voice deep and raspy. Its tail moved a bit faster, like some demonic dog getting excited to play. It flexed its claws. “You smell more human. This will be easy.”

“Nero, get out of here,” Vergil snapped, using the sword to help himself to his good leg, arms trembling as he tried to balance his weight and stay upright.

Nero didn’t back down. “Not as easy as you think, jackass. I’m the real challenge.”

Dante was getting into a sitting position now, shaking his head weakly at Nero. “Get out, kid.”

He was too injured to fully dodge the building debris that the demon’s tail whipped at him, knocking him off the car. The demon snorted, smoke clouds coming from its nostrils. 

“You pathetic humans don’t know how to stay down,” it said.

“You will regret touching them,” Nero promised, his voice low and deadly. Maybe they were dysfunctional and unconventional, but this was his family. Seeing them injured and mocked sent rage boiling through Nero.

He closed his eyes, opening them only once he felt his demon form take over. He brandished his sword, an immovable force between this bastard of a demon and his father and uncle.

This demon would not lay another finger on his family.

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i don't need to explain myself you all know what i'm talkin about

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Whumptober #19

Day 19 - Midnighter and Apollo - Floral Bouquet

*

Apollo never bought Midnighter flowers.

Midnighter was not a traditional romance kind of guy. He wasn’t all about flowers and chocolates, or going out to fancy restaurants, or anything like that.

But it was their anniversary. Apollo happened to walk by the flower shop and saw a woman coming out with a bouquet in her arms, looking eager as she talked on the phone and told the person on the other end just how surprised and excited her husband would be to get them. She’d recently discovered he actually liked getting them, she’d said just before getting into her car with them.

So Apollo had never bought Midnighter flowers before, but he realized that maybe Midnighter did like them and he just didn’t know yet. It couldn’t hurt to try; the thought would mean more to Midnighter anyway. 

Apollo had gone inside and worked carefully with an employee to put together a bouquet he thought Midnighter would, if not love, then at least appreciate. He put a lot of thought into it, choosing each flower carefully until he had a nice bundle in his hands, tied off with a thick red ribbon. 

He and Midnighter happened to get back to the apartment at the same time, meeting just outside the entrance. Midnighter had laughed at the gesture, but his eyes had lit up and he’d taken the flowers with great care, examining each and every one of them, his smile growing wider. 

Apollo sat now on the steps, staring down at the bloodstained floral bouquet. 

The attack had come just after the two had embraced. Midnighter had been giving a sincere thanks to Apollo, had been in the middle of saying he loved Apollo. 

Instead of the words “I love you”, it had been blood that came out of his mouth instead. It took them a long moment to realize a sword was sticking out of his stomach.

A poisoned blade, specifically designed to attack Midnghter’s healing. He’d been unable to fully heal, unable to catch his breath, unable to stay conscious.

Apollo had yelled for Superman, unsure who else to trust with Midnighter in such a vulnerable state. Superman had come and taken Midnighter to get help, because the attacker was already dead and no amount of lecturing Apollo would bring the bastard back.

Apollo knew he should be investigating the attack, or staying by Midnighter’s side while they tackled the poison and tried to keep Midnigher alive. But all he could do was sit here and stare at those bloodied flowers, crushed on the ground from where Midnighter’s body had fallen on top of them. 

The world never seemed to give the two of them a break. Apollo didn’t even want to go into the apartment and see whatever loving surprise Midnighter had no doubt prepared for him. He was so tired of everything going wrong and trying to tear them apart. 

“Happy anniversary, M,” he said numbly, unaware the tears were falling until the first one dripped off his cheek and landed on the bloodstained bouquet.