#Augusnippets 2024

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

Day 31: Bonus Day

Cape

“Your suit must include a cape,” cut the Designer dryly. “If you’re a Hero, you have to wear a cape.”

Hero squirmed uncomfortably:

“But- didn’t the Edna Mode School of Thought say-”

The end of this sentence died on their lips as Designer glared at them, waving dangerously with their scissors gliding in their hand:

“I know what they say. Do you fly?”

“N-no?”

“Then most of the risks are averted. All clothes have dangers, if you put it like that. You can trip on a scarf or on new shoes too.”

“But capes do nothing.”

“Excuse me? The propaganda has come too far!”

Designer rubbed their forehead:

“Look, if you’re cut from help and backup, trust me, you’ll be grateful for the extra fabric. You can carry things or a person with it. You can rip it apart for bandages. It can be used as a shock blanket or a way to protect anonymity. ”

“I-I didn’t think about that-”

“Exactly.”

Designer stepped forward and poked at their forehead:

“So you’re gonna walk out to the world with your shiny new suit, you’re going to heroically cover a citizen in need with your crazy useful cape, and you’re going to look damn good doing it. Understood?”

“Y-Yes, Designer.”

"Don't be ungrateful to the Cape and its wonders. Or it will end you."

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Aaand that makes 10 snippets. Thanks for the event @augusnippets, it's been fun !

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Augusnippets Day 11: Whumpee wearing Caretakers clothes

Fandom: The Clone Wars

Summary: While in a mission on a frozen planet, Cody falls into a lake. Obi-wan knows it's important to keep him warm.

    "Cody!" Obi-wan sled over to him as he fell under the ice. The thickness of the ice was hard to see under the snow. One of the men helped the jedi grab a hold of Cody and pulled him back to the surface. They dragged him away from the opening.

"Are you alright?" Kenobi asked. Cody didn't answer at first. Suddenly being submerged in freezing water had taken his breath away. He just listened to Obi-wan talk. Talking to the men, he told them to find a place to shelter them from the harsh and cold winds. They agreed and went to find a place to set up camp for the night.

As Obi-wan wrapped his clock around the man, Cody finally snapped back to reality. "Obi-wan?"

"Yes love?"

"You're going to get cold" he shivered.

"Oh I'll be alright. Let's get you someplace a little warmer. Then men are.teying to find cover."

Cody pulled the cloth closer to his body. It made him feel a little better. While he couldn't feel the clock's soft texture, he knew it was there. After all, he had felt it many times before.

Helping Cody stand, Obi-wan pulled him close. "Let's find the men."

[when-jaguars-are-sick]

Augusnippets Day 8: Found Family - Colin

This fic is set a little later in the timeline, once Rowyn's a bit more confident of his place in the group, and his and Colin's relationship.

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By the time Charlie’s pressing “play” on the night’s movie, Rowyn’s sure that something’s wrong with Colin.

He can tell, in the subtle ways that Colin shows his distress, subtle enough that no one else has noticed. Rowyn, however, is so attuned to Colin’s body language that he immediately noticed something was wrong. To him, it’s clear, seen in the way that Colin is ever-so-slightly less exuberant tonight in his storytelling, in the way that his face settles into a frown the moment he thinks no one is watching, in the way that his hands momentarily clench into fists.

Upon noticing these things, Rowyn remembers the last time he knew someone that deeply. It’s a bittersweet thing, he thinks, as he reflects on the two people that he used to know better than himself. He might not even recognize them, if he saw them today. And that thought almost breaks his heart, but he forces himself to remember why he had to leave, and he turns his attention back to the person he’s currently worried about.

After half an hour of watching the movie, Rowyn is officially concerned. Glancing around him, he realizes he’s not the only one who’s noticed Colin’s restless shifting; Max looks at Rowyn, raising their eyebrows and nodding at Colin, their question clear. Rowyn shrugs in response, looking back at his boyfriend.

He wraps an arm around Colin’s shoulders and pulls him closer in a snuggle, so he can discreetly whisper in his ear, What’s wrong?

He gets a vague shrug in reply, and he frowns, his focus turning back to the movie, even as he resolves to keep an eye on Colin.

Throughout all of this, Charlie remains fixated on the storyline of the movie, as enthusiastic of a viewer as normal. Jamie however, is oblivious to the situation entirely, enjoying Keegan’s presence next to him, and watching the movie while his mind wanders slightly.

As the movie progresses, Colin slumps more fully against Rowyn, who glances at him every few seconds, his lack of commentary the most telling sign that something’s wrong.

When Colin suddenly squirms against him, Rowyn’s head snaps over to look at him, Max now carefully watching them as well.

Rowyn watches as Colin’s face drains of any colour, leaving it a sickly white in the light from the movie. He sees Colin’s Adam's apple bobbing, as he swallows rapidly, his mind running a mile a minute connecting all the clues.

He and Max both understand what’s happening at the same time, but just a second too late. At that moment, Colin lets up the softest, airiest burp, really it’s just a puff of air. This precedes a large burst of vomit that splatters onto his lap and the ground in front of him. He gags again, but nothing more comes up.

When he closes his eyes for a moment, hands clenching again, Rowyn gently touches his arm, causing him to jump and turn towards Rowyn, eyes wide with vulnerability, puke still on his chin.

Rowyn goes to stand up to grab some supplies, and Max stops him, muttering “I’ve got it, you stay with him.”

Rowyn takes a moment to observe the state of the room. Max had vacated their spot, and left the room, but everyone else was still there. Charlie, from her movie-watching spot on the floor, had frozen, trembling with the barest hint of a shiver, her eyes wide and staring. Crouched in front of her was Jamie, with one hand on her shoulder, and the other running soothingly through her hair while also keeping her eyes averted from Colin. Keegan is sitting stiffly on the couch, alternating between watching Jamie and Colin, obviously not sure how he can help, until Jamie gets his attention. Someone paused the movie, but Rowyn doesn't know who or when.

“Ro… gonna happ’n ‘gain,” Colin mumbles, and Rowyn reaches up to push his orange hair back from his face, bracing Colin against him.

Just as Colin leans forward with another heave, Max hurries back into the room with an armful of items that they let clatter to the floor as they plop a bowl on Colin’s lap into which splatters the remains of Colin’s dinner, now partially digested.

Max groans, turning away as their own stomach twists at the sight, instead gathering up the supplies they had collected from where they had fallen to the floor.

After a minute of throwing up, this second wave lasting longer than the first, Colin appears empty, heaving dryly over the bowl.

Rowyn rubs his back in big circles, encouraging him to take deep breaths until the heaves taper off and Colin is left drained and slumping back into the cushions.

Glancing around the room once more, Rowyn sees Charlie and Jamie in a very similar position, if a bit more frantic. Keegan, however, is now crouched down with Jamie in front of Charlie, well versed in what debilitating panic feels like, trying to calm Charlie down.

The floor and Colin himself are both still covered in vomit, so Rowyn starts to nudge his boyfriend before the adrenaline wears off, pulling him upright, and ushering him towards the bathroom.

After settling Colin in bed, Rowyn leaves him with a kiss before going back into the hallway where he hears voices. He peaks into Charlie’s room, to see Jamie and Charlie curled up on her bed, in a tight embrace. Jamie catches his eye, and winks at him, which is enough to reassure Rowyn that Jamie has the situation under control. 

So he makes his way to the living room to start cleaning the mess, only to find Keegan and Max working on it already.

Upon returning to their room, he finds Colin, surprisingly, still awake. Rowyn rolls his eyes when Colin makes grabby hands towards his boyfriend, pouting dramatically until Rowyn climbs in bed with him.

After a couple moments of comfortable silence, Colin asks “Whatcha thinkin about?”

“Just how lucky I am to have met all of you. And how thankful I am that you brought me into this group. I’m just kind of realizing tonight how it really feels like you guys are my family, if that makes sense? I mean, I gave up on my family a long time ago, but I think this is what it’s supposed to feel like.”

Colin smiles at the sentiment, looking half-asleep, and snuggles closer.

[whumperwithwings]

Augusnippets Day 1: Gaslighting/Hypnosis/Brainwashing

Content: Gaslighting, Threatening, Implied Kidnapping

"No, that's a Pyrite nugget. They look exactly the same. I understand that you might get confused, Whumpee, considering you're not the sharpest tool in the shed, but now you are making me question why I acquired you in the first place." Whumper seemed like a giant as they loomed over Whumpee while glaring at them, Whumpee quickly growing clammy from the threat, their palms sweating so hard they almost dropped the gold nugget they were holding.

Whumpee balked away from Whumper, before giving them one, dangerous, glance. "B-but, Whumper, I did the gold test just like you-"

"Hold it," Whumper said, interrupting Whumpee's supposed proof. "Last I checked, I am the expert here. I am the one who has undergone extensive training. I am the one who has several degrees. And I am your direct supervisor, so you better get your ass back to the river and find me some real gold." Whumper snarled the second to last word at Whumpee, leaning down to get all to close to Whumpee's face.

Whumpee gulped with fright. "Yes, Whumper."

"Good. And I'll be taking that Pyrite nugget you're holding. It's my property. And you don't want to take my property, wouldn't you, Whumpee?" Whumper casually leaned against a tree behind them, as if they were just two friends chit-chatting.

"Of course not, Whumper." Whumpee frantically nodded and scurried off, leaving Whumper to a mineral nugget that must have been Pyrite. After all, Whumper said so, right?

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

the hope of it all.

Augusnippet drabbles. I'm challenging myself to post one a day for the next 30 days (because I missed the 1st, sorry guys.)

read on a03 (the title is also a link)

A collection of whump prompts for Augusnippets. They're supposed to be drabbles but chances are I'm going to be over the wordcount on most - if not all - of them. Will update tags as I go, some will be platonic, some romantic but I'll specify ships at the start of each chapter. Most likely to be Emily-centric, of course, it's me.

day 2: make-up

Emily's been injured (again), and this time it's Penelope to the rescue.

day 2: blizzard

The team are grounded after a case in New York.

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

It's Just One Of Those Days

Summary: Augusnippets 2024 Day 27. Set somewhere RttE-ish or later, idk. Hiccup wakes up and decides he does not want to deal with today.

Warnings: /

Rating: General and Up

Dead Dove: No

Words: 229

Prompts: Migraines, Chronic Pain, Phantom Pains (Augusnippets) Headaches & Migraines (Post-July Break Bingo)

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Toothless

Pairings: /

Author's Notes: I could write forever about Hiccup's chronic pain.

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

All Hiccup needs to do is to sit up in bed to decide that, no, he doesn’t want to deal with any of this today.

There’s a migraine pounding inside his skull, his face hurts, his eyes hurt. His burn scars on his back and his right leg feel like pins and needles there where he still retains some sensation. And his stump is on fire. In short; it is a very bad day for Hiccup Haddock and he does not want to face the Dragon Riders like this.

“No… No…” He simply softly moans before carefully lying back down again, curling up underneath the covers. A chill plagues him.

Toothless hears him and rises from his stone. Climbing up on bed with him, he looks down at Hiccup and sniffs him. He’s not a Tracker class dragon, but he can practically smell the pain. Or rather, the sweating as a result.

“No,” the human moans again. Whatever he thinks his dragon wants, he can’t provide it. He can’t even get up to brew himself something for the pain.

Toothless licks his temple and purrs at him before descending the stairs, figuring he could grab someone with opposable thumbs who can brew something up in Hiccup’s stead. Left alone, he tries his best to fall asleep, as impossible as that is with all these pains inside his body.

[howtodrawyourdragon]

She's a Hofferson

Summary: Written for Day 5 Augusnippets. Set somewhere after Httyd 3. Astrid has a fever, but she doesn't want to rest.

Warnings: /

Rating: General

Words: 235

Prompts: Feverish Caretaking

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid

Pairing: Hiccstrid

Author's Notes: Ey, the first Augusnippets that doesn't have to do with my Mind Full AU! One of the very few!

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

“Astrid please!” Her husband pleads with her as he chases her around the house. She shouldn’t be up on her feet, feverish as she is, but she is and she is not listening to anything he has to say.

“No! I don’t care what Gothi said, I have things to do!” Astrid argues as she goes around in search of her axe. Where did Hiccup hide it?

“You can’t do them when you’re sick!” Hiccup tries to reason with her, but she’s stubborn. She doesn’t want to admit that there’s sense in his words.

When she can’t find her beloved weapon, she lets out a roar of fury that almost knocks her off her feet. Dizziness claims her, the world spins and for a moment she blacks out. It’s a fortunate thing that her significant other is right there to catch her. When she comes to after a moment of darkness, she finds herself wrapped in his arms.

“Astrid, please, get some rest. I know you’re a Hoffersons and Hoffersons say they never rest, but you should right now. So please, rest,” he pleads with her and Astrid sighs. Perhaps he’s right, she can hardly stay up her feet for longer than a few minutes.

“Fine, but only if you take me to bed,” Astrid requests and Hiccup is happy to oblige, lifting her up in his arms and returning her to their bedroom.

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

DAY 14: Toys/gifts

“No !” yelped Grandchild, their head buried into their pillow. “I don’t want to hear a word from you.”

Retired Superhero closed the door, sat on a chair, and asked:

“Why?”

“Because! I know what you’re going to say!”

Grandchild sat up and exclaimed, throwing their arms around:

“In my time, I was the greatest hero with the greatest power! In my time, young people had to grit their teeth and carry on! In my time, kids with superpowers knew how to control themselves and-”

Their breath hitched, and they hiccuped:

“A-and- didn't throw their teacher around and sent her to the hospital-”

Their lip wobbled a bit, and they began to cry. Retired Superhero hummed, and opened his arms, but Grandchild recoiled. Their grandfather was always looking so solemn and intimidating in their dark suit. The only touch of color was the non-binary pin that he’d put on since the day they had made their coming out. The old man coughed a little, then searched his pockets to retrieve a small package.

“It’s for you.”

Grandchild hesitated, but curiosity got the better of them. They opened their gift, revealing a wooden box, with a carved rabbit on the top.

“You give me...a toy?”

“It’s an old toy,” said Retired Superhero. “My grandpa gave it to me when I was about your age. You see, he hadn't telekinesis like us. He could take powers away.”

He pursed his lips:

“I had trouble to master my abilities, too, so he gave me that little rabbit. I could store my energy away in the box, until the time I was sure I could control it for good. You’re the only person who can give it away and give it back, at any time you want. It can’t be stolen.”

Grandchild looked at the box, at their grandpa, then asked:

“B-But- isn’t that cheating? Ain’t I supposed to control my power on my own? Aren’t you the one who said that willpower is the greatest power of all?”

“I still think so,” smiled Retired Superhero. “But even the greatest power can’t do everything on its own, just like a powerful person can’t do everything by oneself. Sometimes, things need a little... help.”

Grandchild didn’t answer anything, but this time, they initiated the hug.

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Augusnippets Day 13: Poisoning

CW: hero whumpee, poisoned, open ending

Staring at nothing, hero took a sip from his glass, feeling the heat from the crowded room creep beneath his mask. So many people, so much light, inescapable noise and colors and motion—he took a deep breath and pulled at his collar. For a moment, he watched the dancing couples in the middle of the ballroom, willing his senses to calm down. But the whirling, swirling movement made his head swim. He looked away, glancing around for a path through the crowd, a way to escape—

“Enjoying yourself, I hope?” Someone touched his elbow. The newcomer smiled. The eyeholes of his mask were dark slits above his curving mouth. “Not leaving already? You’ll miss the grand finale.”

Hero took another breath. His throat felt dry. “Thank you, but I—I must excuse myself.” The words tumbled out, disconnected and strange.

The man seemed to look him up and down. “What a shame.” He flourished his own glass in a dismissive motion, the smile still plastered across his face.

Hero said nothing and turned away, half- stumbling to the door of the ballroom. In the quieter hallway outside he stopped and ripped off his elaborate mask with a shaking hand. What was wrong with him? Why did he feel sick? Why did his—

His head swam again, and he threw out an arm to catch himself just in time. He needed to rest, he needed—but his thoughts drifted apart and he couldn’t think. His mask dropped to the floor as he made his way forward. Dimly, he sensed people watching him, staring at him as he gasped for breath, as pain cracked through his chest and he collapsed.

“What’s…happening to me…” he rasped, clutching his throat.

And then, as he faded, that voice came again, the same smug, cold voice from before. “What do you think is happening, hero? I should think it would be obvious.”

Obvious…hero gasped raggedly, trying to breathe. Poison. Villain had poisoned him. The wine.

Then the world turned dark.

@augusnippets

[jedi-lothwolf]

Augusnippets Day 14: Gifts

Fandom: EPIC: The Musical

Summary: Some crew members make Ody and Eury flower crowns.

It had been Polites who said they should make a gift for their captain and second in command. A few crew members tried to figure out what they give them. Eventually they discovered a nearby field that was over run with flowers.

"Do you know how to make flower crowns?" Polites asked. The men looked at each other, something nodding and others looking lost. "I'll show you!"

So Polites grabbed some flowers and sat down in the grass. Slowly, he instructed his friends how to make a flower crown. After a while, they finished their crafts. Now they had a variety of flower crowns that were all different colors. The crew just needed to find their officers.

Eurylochus and Odysseus had been talking when Polites walked up to them. "We have a surprise for you." He said. From behind his back, the man pulled two flower crowns out. One was mostly orange and red and the other consisted mostly of white and purple. "We made these for you!"

Surprised, the two men smiled. "Thank you." Odysseus said, taking his crown. Behind Polites, the soldiers seemed very happy that their gifts were received well.

Gently, Eurylochus took the orange and red flower crown and put it on his head. He smiled and looked back at the crew. "Thank you."

The men smiled as they pulled out their matching flower crowns. They walked up to Polites and gave him one. Since he had taught them, the men wanted to give him something in return.

Perimedes handed it to him. It was almost completely white and yellow. "Oh thank you!" Excitedly, Polites let Perimedes place it in his head. Odysseus smiled at the small gesture. Adjusting the crown, the king knew he preferred the soft feeling of the flower crown then the metal of his real one.

[when-jaguars-are-sick]

Augusnippets Day 2: Hair Care - Julie

Here is some sick Julie, with caretaker Colin, as they navigate Julie's independence and Colin's forceful caretaking.

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Julie comes tearing into the guard office, from the pool deck, rushing past Colin who looks up in surprise. She pushes straight into the bathroom, heading straight for the toilet. Colin follows, quickly catching the door before it closes and watching as she leans forward, vomiting straight into the toilet. It catches him by surprise, but he quickly gets over his shock, hurrying towards her.

As Julie lurches forward with another heave, more puke falling into the toilet, Colin pulls her braid of hair out of the line of fire, grimacing as he notices a fair amount of puke caught on the strands of hair. He gently grabs her under one shoulder, guiding her to her knees as she continues to vomit uncontrollably.

“What… the fuck… are you doing?” she gasps between heaves, “Leave me… the fuck… alone.”

Colin lifts his hands from her shoulders, and leans back, biting his lip. He tries to be mindful of people’s boundaries, and that was a pretty clear boundary, but he’s also designed to comfort people. He’s the “mom friend” for a reason, and leaving her alone just feels wrong.

So instead, he gently says, “Not gonna do that Jules. Maybe when you’ve stopped heaving your guts into the toilet. But until then, I’m gonna make sure you don’t crack your head open or die choking on your own vomit or some other shit.”

He moves closer again, placing a hand carefully on her back, watching her reaction to make sure he’s offering comfort and not causing her any further distress.

In his mind, he’s still processing the fact that she’s throwing up, trying to understand why she didn’t say anything, and trying to figure out if she’s been feeling bad her whole shift.

He’s pulled from his thoughts when she finishes throwing up, and starts to lean against the toilet. Colin is quick to tug her backwards instead, so she rests against his chest. He reaches around her to flush the toilet, before turning his attention back to her.

She sighs, feeling his gaze on her. “Why can’t you be normal, and let a person puke in peace?” she asks, sounding resigned to her fate, “I told you to go away.”

“Yeah, you did. If that’s still what you want, I’ll go now. But I’m happy to stay too, and I don’t think you really want to be alone, so I’d like to make sure you’re okay, if that’s okay with you.” When she doesn’t answer, he figures it’s a reluctant agreement, and until she asks him to leave again, he’s going to be there for her.

“Julie?” he asks softly, trying to get her attention.

“Colin?” she returns, voice scratchy from throwing up, but humour still evident in her tone.

“Have you been feeling bad all night? Why didn’t you say something?”

She sighs tiredly, slowly pushing herself out of Colin’s embrace, and stumbling to her feet.

“No, I was fine during lessons, it’s just the last half hour or so that I started feeling sick,” she explains as she leans on the wall for support, “I didn’t think I’d actually throw up though, that caught me by surprise. I think I’m feeling a bit better now, though.”

Colin feels some tension leave his shoulders, not having realized how worried he was.

She turns to the mirror, and frowns at her paler-than-normal complexion, and groans when she sees the state of her hair, not just covered in vomit, but also more tangled than normal.

While vomiting seemed to help with the discomfort she’d been feeling in her stomach for the last few minutes, it also leaves her feeling shaky and weak, a feeling that weakens her emotional barriers.

Realizing that she has to wash her hair before she can go home causes tears to form in her eyes, tears that she desperately try to blink back before Colin sees.

He’s as observant as ever, though, the lifeguard skills really showing, as he quickly reaches out for her.

“What’s the matter, Julesie?” he asks, voice laced with concern, “I thought you were feeling better?”

She tries to swallow past the lump in her throat, to no avail, croaking out “I am, but I just want to go home and sleep. Instead, I have to deal with my stupid hair.” She holds up her mess of hair in emphasis, feeling the tears finally slip past her eyelids and trail down her cheeks.

“Aw silly, I can help with that,” Colin says earnestly.

Julie lets out a watery chuckle in response, her tone laced with disbelief as she replies, “You want to stay here after your shift is over to clean vomit out of my hair?”

Colin rolls his eyes in exasperation, “I mean, I’ll admit it’s not my ideal way to spend a night, but if it helps you, then absolutely. I really don’t mind.”

She raises her eyebrows in surprise, before sighing in defeat. “If you’re sure,” she mutters, still not quite believing him.

He dutifully follows her to her locker, watching as she pulls out shampoo, conditioner, and a hair brush. He then takes the lead, guiding her to the showers, and nudging her until she’s sitting down, letting him do the work to rinse and untie her hair.

He’s internally very pleased with the turn of events, proud that she trusts him enough to let him help her like this. Soon he’s finished working through the tangles, Julie letting out pleased hums every now and then, relishing in the feel of being cared for. She marvels at Colin’s sensitive treatment of her hair, noticing how careful he’s being, and glad that she, for once, accepted the help when it was offered.

[whumperwithwings]

Augusnippets Day 10: Execution/Fake Execution/Begging for Mercy

Content: Implied Killing, Implied Violence

"No, please I swear I won't do anything bad ever again, I promise!"

"Maybe you should have promised that before you killed them."

[jamiesfootball]

Augusnippets Masterpost 2024

All 16 of the @augusnippets I completed from this year's challenge!

Links to all of the fics and their summaries under the cut.

Day 1 - brainwashing - a will to survive and a voice of reason

When Jamie's career is still in its early stages, one of his teammates witnesses his dad's abuse. Unfortunately that teammate is Zava. (Part 1 of A Gentler Hell series)

Day 2 - platonic bathing, hair care - dappled

"Suppose that's the one good thing about being injured: you get to skip the ice bath."

Day 3 - heatwave - no shirt, no shoes, no sense

Colin knew the rule. Above all else, there was one sacred rule, and it followed the Greyhounds from the showers at home to the dressing rooms away to every pool area they travelled to as a group: Always bring your shower slides.

Day 4 - wearing caretaker's clothes - raincheck

Morning training is cancelled due to rain. Now Roy needs to stop being stubborn and wear Jamie's clothes

Day 5 - feverish caretaking - in favor

Dani has a fever; Jamie is there to help.

Day 6 - car accident - Missed Connection

"The other car, I just, I didn’t even fucking see it." Ola receives an unexpected voicemail.

Day 7 - choking - Kettle

An offhand remark after a bad match has unintended consequences. (Part 1 of Kettle)

Day 8 - friends - a few steps above 'never'

“–The electrical fire, which broke out in the early morning hours–” They’re not friends.

Day 10 - begging for mercy - our worst lows

Rebecca attempts to send Jamie back to Manchester. Jamie attempts to change her mind. (episode coda for s1e06 'Two Aces')

Day 11 - breaking the conditioning - Repetition

Life after Zava. During a workout with Roy, Jamie struggles to keep count. (Part 2 of the A Gentler Hell series)

Day 14 - gifts - it's the thought that counts

Sometimes gift-giving ain't all it's cracked up to be, and sometimes it is. A series of moments from Jamie's life.

Day 15 - whipping - whipped to a frenzy

Roy receives a text from Jamie that's either very concerning or very stupid.

Day 17 - forgiveness, grace, resolving a misunderstanding - Thawed Connection

While Sam recovers in the hospital, Ola attempts to show care to someone he's been meaning to speak to for a while.

Day 18 - self administered medicine - spoonful of sugar

Roy flipped through the pages. Stopping at a blank one, he held the pen at the ready. “What do you want me to write down?" Jamie chewed on his lip. Roy was on the verge of repeating himself when he said quietly, “Summer 2009. Broken arm.”

Day 24 - flashbacks - Bottled

He shakes his head and swears warmly, the way he must’ve done a million times before– “I should fucking strangle you.” (Part 2 of Kettle)

Day 30 - overdose, self-harm - picture someone else living

“Roy,” Jamie’s voice breaks. “I did something stupid.” Jamie made a mistake.

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

The Goodness of The Son

Summary: Augusnippets 2024 Day 29. Set in a Modern AU, Sci-fi AU. Mind Full AU. Because of Hiccup's sacrifice, Astrid is finally back home.

Warnings: Hospital

Rating: Teen and Up

Dead Dove: No

Words: 218

Prompts: First Words

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid, Heather, Stoick

Pairing: Heathstrid, Minor Hiccstrid

Author's Notes: Astrid is back home! Kinda

Enjoy!

-XOXOX-

Once more, Astrid startles awake and it’s by Heather throwing her arms around her girlfriend. She can’t help herself, she was scared to death in the two weeks she was missing.

“I was so worried!” She sobs. “I thought you were dead!”

Astrid squeezes her to the best of her ability. She’s in a proper hospital now, different doctors have looked at her injuries, she’s being treated for an infection that could’ve turned into sepsis any day now. Hiccup saved her life.

“Astrid!” Fishlegs, Snotlout, Ruffnut and Tuffnut flood into her room, too. Visiting hours have just started. Heather leaves no room for them, simply too happy to have her girlfriend back alive after two weeks of nothing.She cups her cheeks as she looks into her deeply blue eyes. Even so, their friends try to hold onto at least one part of her.

But someone else joins them, Stoick stands in the doorway. After Astrid went missing, he forced his involvement upon the Defenders.

As if sensing Astrid’s want to talk, her friends and girlfriend let go of her, though Heather still snakes an arm around her shoulder and Astrid grabs her hand.

“Hiccup... is the reason I escaped… He saved my life,” are the first words she shares and Stoick nods, grateful for her meaningful statement.

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@augusnippets Day One: Brainwashing

I was originally planning on making these generic, nameless, whumpee/whumper things, but I thought it would be more fun to use my different characters. This was… MUCH harder than I thought it would be. Between picking the character and not trying to spoil something that actually happens in my series, it's a challenge in and of itself, nevermind the 31-day prompts! This was hard to plan out, I hope you like them, and I hope you'll like this glance into my broader book universe AKA my entire life lol

I've been procrastinating all day, but here it is! I feel like most people have these all ready in advance, but I'm writing these one day at a time just like god intended. Alright, enough yapping.

Content: (Implied) brainwashing and propaganda, fantasy racism.

Characters used: Misty (angel) and Jackson (demon)

These are pretty much exclusively for myself, but if you enjoy them that's cool, too! I just wanna challenge myself with writing my different characters every day.

Also sorry if the writing is bad, I wrote this in 20 minutes at 11 PM, lol. I'm jus' goin' with it, man.

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"Do you have to bother me?" Jackson exasperated. "Do you not have anything better to do with your time?"

Misty straightened herself, "Do I have to bother you?" She scoffed, "Is that what you think this is? Am I a mild annoyance to you?"

"You are, yeah. Now, your mother, that's someone I would take seriously. But you're just a little girl who's been fed so much propaganda that she thinks what she's doing isn't crazy."

"Little girl?" She took offence, "We're the same age! Don't- don't you dare condescend me!"

"If me being slightly rude to you is the worst thing that's ever happened in your privileged life then you're doing pretty good." Misty was about to reply, but Jackson continued, "I'm sure Heaven isn't all it's cut out to be, really. There are so many different dimensions and planets in our world, what makes you think yours is the sole paradise? All of that brainwashing propaganda they feed you? That they feed the humans while they're still on Earth? Does it make you happy to stomp on creatures who don't have the same privilege you do? Does it make you proud, Princess?"

"No, see this is what you demons do. You lie, you trick, you steal, all for your own gain. You don't care about humans, don't act like you do. As Princess of Angels it is my job to keep them safe. Me, my family, and all of the other higher angels stress by the day. I am not the highest authority, I will admit. I would never place myself to the same level as the Virtues, Thrones, or Seraphim. I am merely an Archangel who looks after humans."

"That's a whole lot of yapping to say fucking nothing. Really though, you should consider yourself lucky. You have an entire team of angels to help you. You know what my job as Prince entails? Making sure that all of Hell doesn't literally fucking escape! Do you think we ALL want this shit? You think we're all evil just because our magic is different than yours? Because we look different? Because we live somewhere you deem unholy?"

"You're lying."

"Is that your only retort? That we lie? Because the only people that I see lying are angels."

"Angels would never lie, that's a sin."

"Well then your people are the biggest sinners I know." He said, "And, honestly, Misty... If you really want to do good in this world, you should look out for all of your souls. It just so happens some are suffering in Hell."

"Why should I care about them? They made their choice while they were on Earth."

"And what about all of the non-humans who were sent there as a form of punishment?"

Misty rolled her eyes, "That doesn't happen!"

"Really? It doesn't? How would you know, did your family tell you that, too? Look, one of us here is the demon prince who has seen this stuff first hand, and the other is a sheltered angel princess who's rarely left the safety of paradise. I bet you don't even know what happens in Hell. I bet they tell you it's all fun and games down there, don't they?"

"Of course not, Hell is supposed to be a punishment."

"Then what kind of punishments are happening in Hell?"

Misty was silent.

Jackson spoke darkly, "Do you want me to tell you?"

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This wasn't very whumpy but hey, I still followed the prompt! I think it's quite fun to take a prompt and spin it a bunch. It makes things more creative and diverse. The whump is more so implied in this one.

Also I don't think this is technically canon to my series because I'm not sure when this conversation takes place. It would have to be while they're really young because Misty has always been more of a rebel teen, but the dialogue isn't exactly childish. Oh well, it's fun to write random stuff without worrying about actual canon to its fullest. This is slightly out-of-character for the both of them but not enough that it's weird.

Also it is like almost midnight that's how much I've procrastinated lol. Good night

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

Augusnippets 2024 Masterlist- Completed

(Ao3 Link)

Character Masterlists; (1: Whumpees/Caretakers/Allies) (2: Whumpers/Enemies)

Fandom; Cursed (Netflix)

Pairing; Lancewain - Lancelot x Gawain - The Weeping Monk x The Green Knight

These snippets may contain major spoilers for Horizons to Battlegrounds!!!

Progress:

Total Completion: 31/31 - COMPLETE!

Path of Hurt; COMPLETE

Path of Comfort; COMPLETE

Path of Whumperless Whump; COMPLETE

Total Wordcount: 16,665

Average Daily Wordcount: 537

Links to all completed days of @augusnippets whump writing event 2024 below!

Day 1: Hypnosis/Brainwashing (337)

Day 2: Platonic Bathing (499)

Day 3: Thunderstorm (232)

Day 4: Alt. Forced To Watch (736)

Day 5: Feverish Caretaking - Part 1 (551)

Day 6: Alt. Medical Complications (624)

Day 7: Choking (527)

Day 8: Found Family/Friends (570)

Day 9: Overheating + Feverish Caretaking - Part 2 (228)

Day 10: Execution + Whipping (492)

Day 11: Escape + Poison - Part 1 (554)

Day 12: Trapped (500)

Day 13: Escape + Poison - Part 2 (591)

Day 14: Gifts/Celebration (737)

Day 15: Throwing Up - Part 1 (500)

Day 16: Humiliation + Sadistic/Intimate Whumper - Part 1 (831)

Day 17: Alt. Snuggling + Throwing Up - Part 2 (699)

Day 18: Infection + Feverish Caretaking Part 3 (752)

Day 19: Branded + Flashbacks (531)

Day 20: Gentle Touch (607)

Day 21: Alt. Drugging + Delirium (815)

Day 22: Captivity/Recapture (498)

Day 23: Massage (283)

Day 24: Animal Attack (499)

Day 25: Sadistic/Intimate Whumper - Part 2 (498)

Day 26: Snuggling + Flashbacks (599)

Day 27: Chronic Pain (366)

Day 28: Mind Control/Betrayal Part 1 (434)

Day 29: Singing (453)

Day 30: Self-Harm (676)

Day 31: Mind Control/Betrayal Part 2; Breaking the Conditioning + Forgiveness (449)