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l4ndojpg · 11 months

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slytherinlesbians' whumptober masterlist (complete!) *ੈ✩‧₊˚

day six: recording/made to watch/"it should've been me." | fandom: criminal minds | characters: derek morgan, emily prentiss, aaron hotchner, jason gideon, penelope garcia, jennifer jaraeu | ship: none | trigger warnings: none | content: 2x15 revelations, the tobias hankel case, kidnapped spencer reid, team as a family | word count: 507

day seven: "can you hear me?" | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid (centric), emily prentiss, jennifer jareau, derek morgan, penelope garica | ship: past spencer reid/maeve donovan | trigger warnings: mentions of drugs/drug use, depression | content: post 8x12 'zugzwang,' spencer's isolation, team as a family | word count: 1k

day ten: "you said you'd never leave." | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid (centric), diana reid, derek morgan, aaron hotchner, jennifer jaraeu, penelope garcia, emily prentiss | ship: past spencer reid/elle greenaway | trigger warnings: parent abandonment, depression, grief | content: spencer reflects on the people who have left him over the course of his life and grieves | word count: 1.3k

day thirteen: "i don't feel so good." | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid (centric), aaron hotchner, david rossi, jennifer jaraeu, emily prentiss, derek morgan | ship: none | trigger warnings: gunshot wound recovery, vomiting | content: spencer recovers from an injury sustained on a case, team as a family, dad!hotch | word count: 724

day fourteen: (alt prompt) shaking | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid, aaron hotchner, jennifer jaraeu, emily prentiss | ship: none | trigger warnings: gunshot, autistic meltdown | content: spencer has a meltdown after a case, autistic spencer, team as a family, hotch & spencer friendship, dad!hotch | word count: 642

day twenty: blanket/found family | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid, aaron hotchner | ship: none | trigger warnings: none | content: post 2x15 'revelations,' the tobias hankel case, dad!hotch, autistic spencer, non-verbal spencer, hotch & spencer friendship, team as a family | word count: 589

day twenty three: stalking | fandom: criminal minds | characters: jennifer jareau (centric), emily prentiss | ship: mentioned jennifer jareau/will lamontagne | trigger warnings: mentions of sexual assault, rape, abuse and stalking | content: a case reminds jj of a past relationship, emily & jj friendship | word count: 1.2k

day twenty six: working to exhaustion/"you look awful." | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid (centric), jennifer jareau, david rossi, aaron hotchner | ship: none | trigger warnings: ableism | content: on a case, local officers treat the team badly, dad!hotch, team as a family | word count: 1.7k

day twenty seven: scars | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid, luke alvez, penelope garcia | ship: pre spencer reid/luke alvez, but can be read as platonic | trigger warnings: past self harm, past drug addiction | content: case fic, post prison spencer, autistic spencer, spencer is uncomfortable in his body, luke helps | word count: 1.6k

day twenty nine: "what happened to me?" | fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid (centric), derek morgan, jennifer jareau, aaron hotchner | ship: none | trigger warnings: past addiction, gunshot wound | content: spencer is shot on a case, pain relief used in the hospital brings up bad feelings, team as a family, dad!hotch | word count: 888

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zyrafowe-sny · 11 months

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Jagodzianka's Whumptober 2023 Completionist Post

I wrote thirty-one 100 word drabbles based on Whumptober prompts, spread across two fandoms and twelve fics.

The Owl House

Rescue: a connected sequence of six Hunter and Camila-centered drabbles (prompts 17, 26, 4, 14, 25, 31)

Reunion: one drabble from Evelyn's POV after Philip kills Caleb (prompt 28)

no one there except the moon: The Collector doesn't like the Titan's new game (prompt 3)

Freedom: eight Vee-centric drabbles (prompts 21, alt - Lab Rat, alt - Reluctant Whumper, 24, 23, 30, 11, 9)

Simile Marks: Raine (and Hunter) have trouble sleeping after Belos is defeated (prompts 12, 27)

Nimona

Home: On different days, Ballister and Nimona wake up on the same couch and have their worlds turned upside down (prompts 29 and 20)

Hindsight: Ambrosius comes to a realization after he sees the full recording (prompt 6)

Broken: a connected sequence of four drabbles following Ambrosius as the Wall falls and during the immediate aftermath (prompts 5, 1, 8, 16)

Infection: three drabbles following Ballister after the arm-chopping incident (prompts 15, 13, 2)

one final step: Nimona has suicidal thoughts (prompt 19)

Chickadee: Todd leads his squad to Ballister's evil lair (prompt 18)

Naive: Ballister looks back on his first attempt to prove his innocence (prompt 10)

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th3sp4rr0w · 11 months

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Day Twelve

A03 Link <- Starts at Chapter/Day One for those just joining us :))

Prompts For Day Twelve Self-Harm/Sacrifice/Character Death

Alt. Prompt For Day Twelve Abandoned

Prompts Used for Day Twelve Sacrifice, Character Death, Abandoned

Tw's; Guns, Injury, Blood Mention, Death/Child Death Mention

Chapter Twelve under the cut :)

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Robin stood his ground as the people around him started to yell.

“You just got back!” Babs shouted.

“Master Jason, that is highly ill-advised-”

“Jason, you’re benched, you’re not going-”

He started walking towards the cave’s exit when Dick grabbed him from behind.

“Of all the stupid, irresponsible things you have ever done,” he was saying, “This takes the cake,” He started turning Robin around in his grip even as he kicked and fought.

“Dickface-!”

“I didn’t worry about you,” he continued, “For two and a half weeks,” he manhandled him into the chair, “Just so Bruce could go do whatever the fuck he did with the pits so you could go right back out and get hurt again!”

He went still, quiet. Dick was crying. It wasn’t like the few times he’d seen him cry before; this was fat, hot tears streaming down his cheeks as he hissed venom from his teeth. It should’ve been terrifying.

“It’s my life,” Jason said, voice barely above a whisper. “It’s my twin,” he continued.

Three heads turned to him, confused. “What?” he heard someone ask softly.

Anger bubbled in his chest. “He’s already been fucking abandoned by someone who was supposed to protect him. The same person who was supposed to protect me and left me there with that fucking monster. The same one who fucking kidnapped me to hand me over to the Joker!”

He ripped the face mask off, showing off the J carved into his cheek. “I’m the one who has to live with that night, Dick! I’m the one who has to live with what she did and said. Did you know I have a twin?”

“You what?” he heard Alfred breathe. Glancing around the room, he could see Babs being just as shocked.

“I have a twin,” he repeated, “That she took somewhere and swapped with her friend’s dying kid. The same dying kid she used to manipulate Batman into dropping her case.”

“What are you talking about?” Babs asked, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder.

“Catherine wasn’t my bio mom,” he said, trying to make his voice soft.

Batman hadn’t told them. Of course, he hadn’t told them.

He waited for everybody to react before continuing. Dick was acting off; he suspected he knew something, but didn’t call him on it. “Sheila Haywood gave birth to me, an older brother, and my twin. She says my older brother was dead before we were born and named my twin, Daniel, after him. She took Daniel and not me when she fled Gotham after getting in trouble with the law. She said she couldn’t cross the border with him, and her friends had a sick kid our age with the same name and looks, so-”

“She swapped them,” Dick finished. “I... looked through your phone. Not everything, just your emails,” he confessed. “But, Jason, you don’t have to do anything-”

“Like fuck I do,” he spat. “I don’t care what you or anyone else thinks, and I want my phone back,” he added, glaring at him, “But he’s my twin. This was Sheila’s doing. They may not be my actions, but I want to be there for him. I know what it’s like being abandoned by her. And if he died because of her neglect... I want to know. I need to know. Dick, he’s my twin. I have to know what happened to him.”

They looked each other in the face a few moments. “You’d go out anyways, wouldn’t you?” he asked.

Robin nodded.

He sighed. “You grab a com?”

Barbara and Batman both protested. Robin merely nodded again, going for his left ear before remembering it was on the right. He tapped it.

“Testing, testing, one two three,” he said.

Dick nodded. “Let me wash my face and get a domino on. We’re going to find him,” he swore.

“He hasn’t been cleared!” Batman roared.

“You looked over me in the plane!” Robin yelled back. “I’m doing this. If it were about anything else-”

“You don’t even know if it’s him!” He growled back.

“If I was missing and it were a chance it were me-”

“That’s different-”

“No! No, it’s not! Even if it’s not him, it’s still a missing kid. I’m not sitting this one out, papa. I can’t.”

Babs looked at Alfred, who’d raised his eyebrows. That was new.

“I said no, you’re not cleared,” he said firmly.

“Beloved,” Talia jumped in. “Arguing with him does nothing. He’s already said he will go anyway.”

“I have ways-”

“Yes, you do, and they worked well for Dick, did they not?” she said dryly. “He will figure them out eventually. Save them for when he is truly a danger to himself.” She turned to the child next. “This is not an invitation to be reckless. You are to use your training and be careful. Do not make me regret backing you,” she said, looking him up and down.

“Yes ma’am,” he said immediately.

Babs sighed. “I see you finally added pants,” she joked.

He grimaced. “Had to. Scars,” he replied. He fixed the mask back onto his face properly, “Same reason for this.”

She hummed. “We’ll have to develop another one. Maybe one with a cool speaker,” she muttered.

He smiled at her, not that she could see. She was still mad at him, but she was at least willing to understand. It felt nice to have her back in his corner.

“Don’t encourage him,” the bat growled. “He is disobeying direct orders-”

“B, you’ve lost this one,” she said plainly. “We might as well encourage him focusing on other things. Besides, I think he looks cute with the mask,” she said, looking at him up and down. “It suits you,” she said, softer.

Alfred walked over to him, fussing over his cape and masks. “The leggings fit?” he asked.

He took the actions for what they were. Nobody was happy with him right now; they’d all much rather he stay in tonight, let them handle the missing ghost. However, they knew what it was like not to be able to back down from a case. They’d be hypocrites if they tried to keep him benched.

Robin shook his head. “They’re not perfect, but they won’t hinder me in any way for now,” he said.

Alfred nodded and said something about getting measurements when he got back for some leggings of his own.

Nightwing entered the room again, weapons firmly on his back and domino in place. If they didn’t know better, they never would’ve known about the tear tracks that had clung to his cheeks just a few minutes ago.

“Let’s do this,” he muttered. “And Robin?”

He looked at his big brother.

“Please be careful, little wing. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened tonight.”

He nodded. He was, at least, planning on not having any accidents today.

They left the cave together, pulling out grappling hooks and going separate ways. They knew the rough area he had to be in, but there were a lot of places for a child to hide.

Batgirl had been the one to find the camera outage by Crime Alley and the surrounding areas. Searching would take awhile, but if it meant they got to find a missing kid, they would do it.

They gave each other updates as they went. “Cleared the Bat Burger and surrounding buildings,” Nightwing said, “Moving on,” he added.

“Hn.”

“Got to the library, clearing surrounding area,” Batgirl said.

“I see a group of kids. I’m going down and seeing if they know anything,” he said into his com.

“Robin, repeat the last part of that? Your com glitched,” Batman huffed.

“I’m going down to see if they know anything,” he repeated as he touched the ground, going to the side of the building.

“Roger. Be careful,” Nightwing responded.

He walked up to the kids. “Hey-”

“ROBIN!” one of them shouted, throwing themselves at him. He caught them easily.

“What’s with the new mask?” One of the older ones asked.

“Dude, people are saying you died- how are you here right now?”

He shrugged. “I got better?” he offered.

“Dude, did you die?” A different kid asked.

“Look, I’d love to stay and chat,” he said, handing the little kid off to one of the older members, “You guys know I would, but I need to find a missing kid. White hair, green eyes, possible meta. Seen anyone like that?”

They shook their heads. “No, we haven’t seen anyone like that. There is a possible,” he gestured for the older kids to cover the younger one’s ears, “Kiddy ring that opened by the dock. If kid’s been gone for awhile, they might be there. We’ve been trying to flag you down, but-”

“I was out of commission,” he finished and cursed. “I’m sorry. I’ll let the Bat know and we’ll investigate,” he promised.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely. “Nobody we know, yet, but we’ve been keeping an eye on everybody. There are whisperings they’re targeting the Narrows.”

He growled. “Noted,” he said. “I’ll get you guys next time, this is my first night back and I had less time than usual to prep,” he said, genuinely apologetic.

“You’re good, dude, you’ve helped more than you realize,” he said as the younger kids whined. “Good to see you again. And uh, I don’t know what the mask and pants situation is about,” he lowered his voice, “But word is, the Joker got you. Just to let you know, the kids are getting restless. I know we’re not the only group you help, and they’re making some serious waves. It’s as brave as it is stupid,” he muttered.

Robin nodded. “Thank you. Seriously. Don’t worry about me,” he said, trying to be soothing, “But I’ll take care of it. Let the other’s know I’m back, but the bat might be keeping me on a short leash,” he chuckled a bit. “I’m not really supposed to be out tonight.”

“But you can’t keep out of it if it’s a kid involved,” the other boy finished, smirking.

Robin smiled, even if they couldn’t see it. “Yeah. I’ve never known when to quit,” he joked.

The kids waved good bye as he grappled away. He pressed the com in his ear.

“Who’s online?” he asked.

“Nightwing,” his brother said.

“I’m also here,” Batgirl replied. “What’s up Robin?”

He relayed the information he’d just been told, “I’m going to search a bit more around here, but they’re usually pretty on top of all the rumors and stuff in this area. I’ll touch base with more groups soon, but-”

“We understand,” Batgirl responded. “Just cleared the surrounding area of the library. Moving on,” she said.

“Clearing some buildings by the Croc sewers,” Nightwing grunted. “No sign yet,” he added.

“Roger. Going to continue to... I’ll be right back,” he said, trailing off. “Just found something that weirded me out before I took my break,” he said, muting his com.

He could still hear their chatter as he swung down into a nearby alley with some white vans.

The people he’d seen before he got called to the docks that one night oh so long ago were back. Their white suits were perfect, not a spec of anything on them as they walked around, scanning buildings and wearing ugly goggles.

“There’s something in this area,” he heard one mutter.

“Oh for sure,” the other one responded. “But where is it coming from?”

He stood there, listening intently.

“Those ecto-scum won’t know what hit them,” he heard one mutter. He heard one of their machine’s beep and he heard them call out, “Hey, I'm getting another hit over here.”

Ecto-scum? What kind of people were these-

He heard footsteps coming towards the alley he was hiding in. He wedged himself between the wall and a dumpster, intent on finding out more.

“Don’t be scared, little ghostie,” he heard someone mutter. “We just wanna hunt ya-”

He didn’t like where this was going. Anytime a potential threat had said they were ‘hunting’ him, it usually ended up bad. He shuffled down a bit closer to the ground, shoving his legs underneath the dumpster, careful not to let them stick out on the other side. Not that they got close.

Sometimes being short was cool, but this was humiliating. He forced the thought out of his head.

He thought they had left the alley when he felt something grab onto his cape. He managed to maneuver himself out from underneath the dumpster before reaching back and kicking the man that had grabbed him in the elbow.

He started running when he noticed more white suits. He pressed his com, frantically looking around.

“S.O.S! This is Robin calling for emergency back up,” he said as he attempted to dodge more hands. “Guys in white suits, white nondescript van lisence plate unknown,” he continues, ducking out of the way of hands coming at him, “Weapons unknown- too many,” he said as more arrived. “I can’t- LET ME GO!” he said as he kicked wildly.

“Little wing, where are you-”

“I, I’m not sure,” he said as he struggled. “Near the building with the good gargoyle-”

“That doesn’t narrow it down!” Nightwing barked out.

“Robin, what do you see?”

He looked around. He spotted a teenager his age with white hair as he floated on top of the building above them.

“A... glowing teen?” he said.

“HEY!” he yelled, getting everybody’s attention. " LEAVE HIM ALONE! IT’S ME YOU WANT!”

The earth shook as he yelled more, glowing green rings coming out of his mouth. Robin felt the earth shake and the com in his ear popped.

The guys holding him dropped him as he reached desperately for the com unit in his ear, ripping it out. It began sparking.

Well. So much for that.

Maybe if he had any sense he’d run. But, he was Robin, and there were guns being trained at what had to be a fellow child hero. One who’d clearly never had training. One who held an undertone of fear as he squared up to these assholes who had started trying to shoot at him with unknown weapons.

He was Robin, and he’d never backed down from a fight in his life. He stood with his back to the other hero.

“Robin,” he introduced.

“Phantom,” the other boy responded, looking at him weirdly. “I didn’t know you were a ghost, too.” He muttered.

He didn’t have time to respond as he punched someone that had started coming at them.

“We’re talking about that later!” he shouted over his shoulder. He swore he could hear the other boy laugh at him.

So, this was the guy his big brother had been looking for. This... this must be his twin.

He tried not to let his emotions get in the way as they worked together to take down the agents. At one point they pulled out these glowing green shields. Common sense told him not to touch them, but that left him open. He checked his belt.

Thank fuck it had batterangs. He really should’ve checked this thing before he left.

Phantom disappeared and reappeared next to him at some points, catching his blind spots. He threw his projectiles at a few of the people training their guns at the other hero.

It was like they had fought together forever. He, again, had clearly never had formal training, but they worked with it. Instead of getting in Robin’s way, what he lacked in skill he made up with innovation.

His power list had to be ridiculous. He covered the ground in a thin layer of ice, leaving the agents slipping and skating over the pavement.

Robin’s boots were equipped to handle such shenanigans. He couldn’t exactly fight the Penguin or Mr. Freeze if his boots didn’t hold up against ice, now, could he?

They kicked and fought. At one point Phantom covered his fists in green and started punching. Robin could tell he was being careful, but he still left several agents unconscious on the pavement. Robin tried not to take the time to be impressed.

He could tell he was impressing Phantom as he threw punches and hits.

That was when things started to get weird.

He had just socked somebody in the jaw when, as his feet hit the pavement, his left went out from under him. Normally, this would come with searing pain, but he felt nothing. Except...

His left foot felt like his body had in the plane when he saved them from that missile.

He dared to look down. His foot was translucent, which should’ve been the weird part except it was going through the ground . What was happening?

“The fuck?” he asked out loud and tried to use his arms to push himself up. His right gave out- no, it also went through the ground. Seriously, what the fuck was happening?!

Phantom looked at him where he was laying on the ground. “Robin!” he called. “Pull your limbs out of the ground and try to feel them!”

He watched as Phantom tried to pick up the slack, wailing into the different agents. Seriously, where was Batman? Nightwing? Anybody?

He did as he was told, pulling his arm and foot out of the ground. Then he registered the other boy’s words.

“How the fuck do I feel my limbs?” he yelled out.

“You just do! Just, think of how your solid body parts feel!” he yelled back.

“What the fuck does that mean?!”

“Figure it out!”

He tried to focus on how his other arm felt as a suit approached him, Phantom’s back turned and already dealing with three more.

“Fascinating,” the man whispered.

Nope, fuck this, this is getting weird. He desperately searched his pocket for something he could use. All he had was some... Halloween candy? It’ll do, but he should check the rest of his pockets when he got home, it was April there shouldn’t be Halloween candy in his plane belt.

He threw it at the man, who cursed, then choked. He fist pumped; he managed to get a piece in his eye and his mouth.

The man doubled over. “Agent G?” he heard someone vaguely ask. They ran over and started attempting the Heimlich.

Normally, Robin would help, but right now he was focusing on becoming... solid? This was such a weird day.

What did he do on the plane again? He focused on the weird feeling, and it spread. He could feel his left hand go intangible, then his foot, then it traveled along until his whole body was translucent and he was having trouble keeping it above pavement. Then...

He let it go. His body was solid again within seconds.

He had gravel in his pants. That was an issue for some other time.

“YES!” he yelled out, then took a running start at the ‘agents’? Again, a super weird day.

He extended his now-solid leg into the man’s abdomen, using it as a springboard to transition into a flip. It wasn’t a Nightwing flip, but it did nicely for both saving the man’s life and incapacitating him. Nice job, Robin-

He went to jump back into action beside Phantom when he started floating. It was like today was trying to be difficult.

He ended up grabbing onto an cheap ass suit jacket trying to keep from floating away. Phantom looked at him weirdly.

“Dude! What are you doing?!”

“I don’t know!” he yelled back. “I couldn’t do this until a few hours ago!”

Phantom’s eyes widened. “You’ve only been like this for a few hours?! What are you doing out?!” He said as he grabbed onto Robin’s middle.

“Looking for you!” he replied, then- “Look out!”

“Wha- OH SHIT-”

He ducked, covering Robin’s body with his own.

The glowing harpoon missed them by inches. They heard someone curse wildly.

“Now, ecto-scum, you can either come quietly, or we could continue to fight,” they heard someone say.

Neither were very inclined to find out exactly what that meant. Phantom kept a hold of Robin as he attempted to take him and retreat.

“There are too many,” he heard Phantom mutter. “We need back up-”

“I’ve been trying to call the rest of the bats,” he said. “I don’t know why they aren’t here-”

“Fuck!” Phantom shouted. They may have made it a couple streets over, but agents had still been on their tails.

Phantom’s back was opened up. His suit was burned at the edges and he grit his teeth. He descended before the pain could knock him out of the air completely.

“Ow, fuck,” he hissed, “I think they changed the formula, that hurts so much more-” he said as he began shaking.

“Shit-” Robin muttered as he attempted to see what he had in the other pockets.

“Go!” Phantom grabbed his wrist. “Just go, I can deal-”

“No way,” Robin growled out. His feet finally planted themselves on the ground and he hauled up Phantom as best he could, “I don’t leave people behind,” he grit as he began dragging him into an alley.

“Both of us aren’t going to get out of here,” Phantom hissed. “You have the better chance. Just-”

“I don’t leave people behind,” Robin emphasized. “Especially not fellow heroes who just saved my ass,” he added, giving Phantom a look. He set him beside some boxes in the alley, hoping the ground wasn’t suspiciously wet or anything like that. “You stay here, I’m going to see if I can signal someone.”

“Roger,” Phantom said.

Robin could see he was trying not to worry him, but that the wound was bad. He wasn’t sure how bad. He hoped Alfie could help him; he wasn’t sure how ghost biology worked, and he doubted the butler had more knowledge in that area.

He left Phantom in the alley and used his grappling hook to get on top of the building next to them. From here, he could see some agents a couple streets from where he’d stashed Phantom, using the same machines he saw earlier. He figured they were some sort of tracker; they didn’t have much time before they were found.

He thought he could see a spec of something before it disappeared. He didn’t want to shout out to it in case the ‘agents’ heard; they may be tracking them already, but that didn’t mean he wanted to help them hunt them down. He cursed under his breath.

He tried to search more of the pockets of his belt. He found some gauze, some other miscellaneous band-aids, a couple more baterangs, more Halloween candy-

He jumped out of the way of a glowing shot. How rude!

He threw the rest of the Halloween candy, not wanting to waste the baterangs. He grappled back down to hopefully throw them off of Phantom’s trail; he was the one hurt, not him.

He looked around, running through a labyrinth of alleys. Luckily, he knew right where he was. He prayed nobody had ever discovered his secret hiding spots.

He tried to stick close enough to hear Phantom if he yelled out. As long as he has his dark, smelly alley ways correct...

He slid down and checked a brick. It was loose. He removed it and looked inside, grinning.

He pulled out the rubbing alcohol, bottles, and rags. He shoved his hand further into the hole and found the matches wrapped in a plastic grocery bag.

Before he was Robin, he got himself into some... situations. He had never touched them afterwards, afraid he or someone else would need them some day. Turns out, having some of Batman’s paranoia rub off on him was useful. Who knew?

And to think he and Nightwing had accused him of having a hoarding problem. Next time Alfred wanted the bat to look through his suits and get rid of the ones he didn’t need anymore, Robin might just take the old bat’s side. Just for a minute.

Nobody ever went against Alfred for that long. The man was a saint for putting up with them and everybody knew it.

He poured most of the rubbing alcohol into the vessels and pre-wet the rags before shoving them into the necks of the bottles. He only had two, so he wanted to make them count.

He didn’t think he had a lighter in his belt. That would suck when it was time to light one of these suckers, but-

He ran faster to where Phantom was hidden. He could see the vans beginning to pull up, agents pouring out of them.

Just how many men was part of this loser club? He’d been to those boring field trip assemblies so they could go over expectations and things with the parents there, and even those never had this many people. They always had so many people at those things!

He wasn’t even sure if any of their villains had ever had this many men on their side before, including during team ups.

He pulled the match box out of the bag he’d put it in. Miraculously, they had actually stayed dry. He got closer before he attempted to light one, dragging the matchstick against the striker. It caught, causing an orange flame to flicker out.

He held it up to the rag, catching it ablaze. He threw it and took cover, hearing more so than seeing as it shattered on impact. He heard someone screaming. He checked to make sure nobody was in the alley with them, most of them being distracted by the fire that exploded out after he threw the Molotov and ran to where he’d stuck Phantom.

The other boy was halfway up, trying to hover off the ground. “Dude, what-”

Robin held up the pre-made Molotov he had left. “These,” he breathed, “Should be used in hero work more often. I forgot how fun it was.”

Phantom looked at him a minute before registering what he meant. He grinned. “Robin-”

“I know, I’m awesome, let’s go before they get past it!”

He took his hand, dragging him through the alleys. He could see daylight beginning to peak out from the horizon line. He thought of the baby bird; he’d love to get a picture of this.

“We need to get to the rendezvous point,” he muttered. “If we can do that, I think we’ll be okay,” he said.

“What’s the rendezvous point?” Phantom asked. “I can fly up-”

“No,” Robin said. “Even if you weren’t hurt, they know to look to the skies; it’s how they figured out which alley we were in. I was on the roof,” he explained. “The roof tops and skies are off limits until we get to the building we need,” he continued. “Then we get on top of it. The bat keeps emergency coms hidden in one of the gargoyles; we grab one, then we can call them, and they can help us,” he surmised.

“The bats are out,” Phantom said. “I was with them earlier-”

“And Nightwing was dumb,” he finished for him. “He said he didn’t realize what was happening at first. He cried about it,” he forced himself to laugh; he didn’t find anything about the situation funny, “He feels bad. He’s on your side, 100 percent.”

Phantom got quiet, and Robin looked to him to make sure he wasn’t getting worse.

“He... he’s really on my side?” Phantom asked.

The snort Robin let out was genuine. “I wouldn’t be as intent on helping your ass if he didn’t think you were someone worth saving,” he replied.

He snuck another glance at the other hero. He was smiling slightly now; he looked good like that. He looked his age.

Robin figured he could tell him about everything else later as he led him through the alleys.

“Anyways,” he muttered. “You said something earlier. What do you mean I’m a ghost?"

Phantom paled a bit. “I... think we have to get somewhere a bit safer before I explain that. Red, someone on my team, won’t be happy but it’s vital information, especially if the GIW’s already in Gotham. You won’t be able to go anywhere without them being your shadow,” he said.

“Oh, that’s comforting,” he replied dryly. “I get more enemies out of the deal? Sweet,” he continued.

Phantom snorted. “Trust me, I know,” he said. “It’s not all bad. I’ll stick around and teach you some things.”

Robin was already liking the kid. “Like not getting stuck in the ground?” he guessed.

“Yes,” Phantom said. “And how to drop the intangibility without dropping your pants,” he said, laughing slightly.

Robin let out a startled laugh. “If it makes you feel better,” he said, “I got gravel near my junk.”

Phantom wheezed, “I accidentally dropped my pants asking out a girl I liked,” he laughed.

Robin laughed with him.

The situation may be slightly fucked, but at least they were getting along before Robin had to destroy his world view. That certainly made some things easier to believe.

As they approached the end of the alley, Robin signaled for Phantom to stay behind while he scoped out the road in front of them. He carefully looked one way-

There was a white van coming his way.

He immediately ducked back into the alley, pulling out another match and lighting the rag. He threw it at the van and turned to run.

He felt someone grab him by his cape. “Oh, no, little ghostie,” he heard someone say. “You and that other scum from Amity Park have caused enough trouble for us tonight!”

He covered his face as the Molotov exploded, throwing bits of glass and fire everywhere. It cast a menacing light on the face that had caught him.

The white suit had goggles on, like the rest did. She had a scar that disappeared into her hairline, going down behind the right lens of her goggles before ending near her chin. She had a grin on her face. “You and the other one are going to make nice- OOF-”

Phantom was standing in the alley, barely. Wisps of green smoke came from his fist. “Leave him alone,” he growled out.

Robin ran towards him, intending on tugging him down an alley and losing them on foot before more agents appeared.

“Oh, what’s wrong, scum?” One of them asked. “Shocked we know your little alleys as well as- HEY!”

Robin threw a baterang at the man. It hit his gun.

He could probably beat them if he was by himself, but he had Phantom to think about. He pulled out his grappling hook, out of options. He aimed it at the roof of the nearest building, grabbing Phantom’s waist-

Someone grabbed his foot as they were taking off. He kicked wildly, trying to get the agent to let go. His grip slipped.

He watched with growing dread as his grappling hook zoomed off by itself, eventually unhooking from the building and dropping to the ground below. He hoped whoever picked that up used common sense with it.

He tried to remember the feeling he got earlier when he hovered. He managed to get it for a few seconds before his vision blurred. Nonono not right now-

Curse things like blood sugar, always getting in the way when it’s the least convenient. He tried to power through it-

He dropped it, dropping them to the ground. He tried to take the impact for Phantom and popped back up, already in position to fight.

He could only hope somebody found them now.

He swung at one of the agents. The adrenaline and energy he’d had a few hours, hell, 20 minutes ago had greatly faded. Maybe he had bitten off more than he could chew with this one.

He saw Phantom out of the corner of his eye trying to blast weapons out of their hands as they fought. He knew, eventually, something would give.

Either they’d get back up, and they’d get to go to the cave, get some sleep. Talk about things, figure out what the fuck he’d been talking about earlier with the ghost stuff. This was the ideal outcome.

Or, they’d... lose. They’d get captured. Go to who knows where, where these losers in cheap white suits would do who knows what to them, and, if the way that they’d scrambled his com earlier was any indication, the bats wouldn’t be able to track them.

They’d be stuck there indefinitely. And Robin had a feeling it wouldn’t be easy to escape.

Before the Joker, if this had happened, he wouldn’t have even thought twice about it. In spite of his childhood in crime alley, he’d allowed himself to get caught up in the magic. He’d been compensating for a childhood spent knowing the lights could go off today because mommy didn’t pay the bill, that he could go hungry tonight because daddy had debts to pay and he used the grocery money to do it. That any day, he could seek out a friend he hadn’t seen in a while and learn that they had already passed away, way too young, because they were working with some villain or another, or they had starved, or froze to death, or-

Well. You get the picture.

As Robin, he’d never had to face any of that. It was Jason who’d had that experience. Maybe he shouldn’t have separated the identities so much.

Maybe he should’ve remembered the cocktail kits sooner. Maybe he should’ve been utilizing the alleys all along. Maybe he should’ve concerned himself with the kids of the alley more and been more involved, it had been his home for fourteen years for fuck’s sake-

Maybe his morals shouldn’t have been as rigid as the bat had insisted they be. He knew that Dick had left for a reason, and even though he hadn’t wanted to see it, and though he loved his papa, he was beginning to see where the logic had been flawed.

He heard a noise like someone cocking a gun somewhere behind him and felt himself get pushed down. He heard it go off and the aborted scream next to him.

He dared to look.

Phantom had been hit in the chest this time. He just barely clung to the edges of consciousness before going under. A bright ring of white light enveloped him before leaving him looking just like Robin in his civilian identity.

… They could unpack that later. He needed a plan-

What would Jason do? What would he have done-

Jason would’ve left Phantom behind ages ago. But that wasn’t who he was anymore. He had to think of something better-

He saw someone coming towards them out of the corner of his eye. He had blood covering his lenses and he wasn’t sure who’s it was as he wiped it off and grabbed the person coming at them by the wrist.

His vision swam again. Just a few more minutes-

He slammed them forwards and into the concrete wall, using their own weight against them. He grabbed the gun they’d been holding.

One of the few things he’d never been taught is shooting, but didn’t someone once say the best way to learn was real-world scenarios? He supposed it couldn’t get any more real-world than this.

He aimed for someone else’s gun. He squeezed the trigger. The recoil sent shocks down his arm and he closed his eyes, trying to keep his balance. He may not know anything about this, but he was certain that was wrong.

He heard a yelp. He opened his eyes back up to see he’d hit his mark, the gun in the other man’s hand showering them in small bits of plastic.

He tried to cock it to get it ready to shoot again.

He didn’t know too much about guns. Maybe he should’ve taken Willis’s offers to teach him how to shoot when he was smaller, but his mom had always begged him to wait until he was at least 16; Alfred’s attempts at teaching him had always been vetoed by the bat, and he was beginning to regret allowing Batman to do that.

He knew the damage a gun could cause. He knew people who’d been taken by a bullet before they met their fate. He’d always thought he’d never use one, always disliking the destruction and chaos they brought.

He never stopped to wonder what would happen the day he needed to cause the damage and chaos a gun brought with it. He didn’t figure out how to cock it.

A hand wrapped around his, making him drop the only weapon he had remaining. He tried to wiggle out of the grip before he saw they’d already grabbed Phantom. He remembered the glowing green rings that had shook the earth when Phantom first came to his aid.

The sun shine down on them, the dewy morning air still holding that bit of April chill. He took a deep breath, aiming away from Phantom.

He screamed. Loud, harsh, and unabashed as they started dragging them to a van. He caught a glimpse of Nightwing on a rooftop as he did so.

He almost had a spark of hope before the agent carrying him cracked him in the head with their gun before throwing him into the back of the van on top of Phantom.

He felt agents jumping into the van and peeling off. The van shook, like someone had landed on top of it. People began shouting.

“Please, Dickface,” he thought, “Please rescue us.”

A few miles later, he heard the shouts outside stop. He felt the weight on the roof be thrown off.

He could only hope whatever scrambled his com hadn’t completely killed the tracker in his belt as they were driven out to who knows where.

At least he’d found Phantom. At least he knew he didn’t have to go through another kidnapping alone.

#dp x dc #ailesswhumptober2023 #jason todd #danny fenton #danny phantom #dc robin #robin #batman #ail-less whumptober day 12 #kite flies over the nightingale nest

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Day 22: Pick your poison ➢prompt: ALT- adrenaline crash ➢character: Beau 'Cyclone' Simpson ➢warnings: Uranium Mission, mentions of a will, mentions of death, passing out. ➢word count: 2k

|| masterlist || whumptober || whumptober masterlist || library ||

When Beau had to pick the best of the best to come back for this mission, he knew that her name would come across his desk. Anyone would be a fool to not pick her, it was just that Beau was hesitant. Anyone would be hesitant to pick their daughter to go fly a suicide mission from hell. But as he stood and watched Falcon maneuver through the training course with ease, he knew he made the right call.

“How do you feel about this?” Falcon asked her dad as she sat in his office. They were soon going to have to go down to the ops deck to hear who Captain Mitchell chose for the mission. Part of her wanted to not be chosen, but the other part wanted to be. This was going to be a mission that would save lots of people, but it could also cost the lives of some amazing pilots.

“Ask me when I found out who’s flying,” Cyclone answered, and leaned back in his chair, “You um. . . I’m guessing you have. . . everything squared away?”

Falcon looked down at her boots and nodded. It was one of the first things they have you do when you enlist, set up your will. She hadn’t ever changed it from when she was 18 and signed her first contract. Everything was set to go to her parents. She didn’t want them to have to deal with the hassle of anything, so she made it easy. Every year they had to look at their benefits and will, making sure that everything was up to date.

“What about Bradley?”

“His is too,” Falcon answered on behalf of her husband. Beau hated the fact that she had married another pilot, but he was also relieved. Beau had been divorced twice, and didn’t want his daughter to have to go through that same pain. So what’s better than marrying someone who understands their life?

“I want you to know. . . everything will be okay,” It felt like an empty promise, and Y/N felt like she was a little girl learning how to ride a bike again. She gave her dad a small smile as she stood up from her seat.

“We better head down,” She said and Cyclone nodded.

He stood behind Captain Mitchell, looking over the twelve pilots he hand selected to come to this mission. Falcon stood next to Rooster, and Cyclone looked at them both. He had watched them both grow over the past ten years into the excellent pilots that they are today. He couldn’t have been prouder of both of them. He considered Bradley to be like another son. Maverick had picked his two foxtrot teams, and Cyclone took a deep breath before announcing the two solo pilots that would accompany him.

“Falcon and Rooster.”

Cyclone clenched his jaw as he looked at the two of them. They both gave each other a small glance, before looking back at their captain. Cyclone cleared his throat dismissing them and telling them the morning hit time. Y/N took a step back as she fell out of attention, and hugged Bradley tightly. Warlock put a hand on Cyclone’s shoulder as he watched his daughter interact with her spouse. Bradley whispered something in her ear, and she nodded before he placed a quick kiss on her cheek. Y/N watched as Bradley walked away before going over to her dad.

“Falcon,” Cyclone said, and could see the tears in her eyes, “Come on.”

He led her back to his office, and once he shut the door, the sobs left her mouth. The weight of the situation was finally hitting her. It was more than just practice and running the course now. Cyclone sat down in the chair next to her, and let her cry. He knew that she hated to be coddled, she had been like that from a young age. She was very independent.

“Captain Mitchell made a good choice,” Cyclone spoke up, and Y/N nodded. She wiped away her tears, and leaned her elbows on her knees, still looking down at the linoleum floor, “You know how this works. You are one of the only ones, besides Maverick, that has experience with something like this.”

“That was before I had a child back home,” Y/N sniffled, “And my husband flying right next to me.”

Cyclone’s eyes drifted to the back of the frame that held the picture of his grandson, “That is true. You have more at stake than any of them out there. . . but you are also one of the best out there. You know how this works. You know the course, you know the risks, you know how to get home safely. If I was out there, I would want you by my side in a dogfight.”

Y/N nodded and took a deep breath, “Just. . . you need to be the one who tells Nick, okay?” Y/N looked over her shoulder at her dad. That’s what caused tears to fill Cyclone’s eyes. He clenched his jaw and fought back tears as he nodded, “Don’t let two random strangers tell him that one of us died. Don’t do that to him.”

“I won’t-”

“Promise me.”

“I promise, I will be the one to tell Nick.”

Y/N nodded and stood up from her spot, “I have an early morning.”

Cyclone nodded and stood up as well. They weren’t ever very affectionate. That wasn’t the type of house that Cyclone grew up in, and with her mother never being around, Y/N wasn’t very affectionate either. But, Cyclone hugged his daughter anyway. She relaxed in his arms and he placed a kiss on the top of her head.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Dad.”

Cyclone let his daughter go, and watched as she walked out the door of his office. He sat back down in his chair, and held his head in his hands and cried.

Instead of going back to her own quarters, she went down to Roosters. She knew that Hangman was more than likely in Bob’s for the night. Rooster smiled at her as she walked in, holding in his hand a picture of his family. He moved over the best he could to make space in the small twin bed. Y/N laid down on the bed and curled into his side. Rooster held her tightly, both knowing their lives could change tomorrow morning.

Cyclone had hardly slept that night. He had emailed his ex-wife telling her that both Bradley and Y/N had been chosen for the mission. He mentioned what Y/N said about him being the one to tell Nick if something happened to his parents. Everytime he thought about it, having to tell his three year old grandson that his mommy and daddy were dead, brought tears to his eyes every time. He held a cup of coffee in his hand as he overlooked the flight deck from the tower, watching the hustle of the crew. He knew that Y/N and Bradley were probably getting dressed, and spending a quiet morning with one another. Usually, Cyclone was highly against sailors sleeping in other’s quarters, but he knew the risks of the mission and let it go.

“Sir, they are ready,” Warlock said to him, “Do you want to-”

“Can’t,” Cyclone said, cutting him off, “She made it clear years ago. . . she doesn’t like to be bothered before a mission. She’s probably already kicked Bradley away.”

Warlock chuckled, “She’s a good pilot.”

“I know,” Cyclone answered, “Let’s do this.”

Cyclone held his breath as he watched the pilots take off and begin their trek towards the Uranium Plant. Hearing his daughter’s voice come over coms as she became airborne made his heart pound in his ears. He watched the screen and listened closely as the pilots dropped into the terrain, flying under the first set of SAMS. Falcon’s job was easy, she was to drop the third and final missile on the plant on the way out of the steep dive, right before going into coffin corner. As long as Maverick and Rooster hit their targets, Falcon would be able to drop in completely blind. Cyclone held his breath as Maverick deployed his missile, watching as it hit right on target.

“Line it up, Fanboy!” Rooster called out.

“I can’t, it’s not. . . deadeye, Rooster!” Fanboy’s voice called out in a panic.

“Drop in blind,” Falcon called out, right behind him.

“I can’t, it’s too-”

“It’s even riskier if I do it,” Falcon said, cutting him off.

“Dropping in blind,” Rooster announced. Cyclone clenched his jaw as he waited with baited breath to see if Rooster hit his target.

“Bullseye! Bullseye!” An operator called out.

“They’re not clear yet,” Cyclone said, “It’s coffin corner.”

Cyclone was the first on the flight deck when the planes started landing. Her plane was second to last, having circled back to try and look for Bradley when he went down. Cyclone knew that he should write her up for insubordination, disobeying a direct order and leaving herself as an open enemy target, but he could care less at this point in time. The second he saw her plane he was running out onto the tarmac to get to her. She was shaky as she climbed down the ladder and reached out for her dad.

“Dad,” Her voice was even shaky as she called out for him. Cyclone gripped on to her forearms as she reached the bottom of the ladder, “You need to send a search and rescue-”

“We have a team on standby for when it’s clear,” Cyclone explained, “We need to get you to post-flight check.”

“Bradley’s gone,” She looked up at her dad. Her eyes wet with tears, “Oh my-”

Cyclone felt her knees give out from under her. He gripped her body tightly to keep her from crashing to the ground, “Medic! We need a medic!” He wrapped an arm under his daughter’s knees and around her back, picking her up from the ground. He quickly got her over to one of the awaiting gurneys and the medical staff began their assessment.

It had been hours since Falcon landed back on the carrier, and Beau hadn’t left her side. He had heard the good news from Warlock, letting him know that his son-in-law had made it back alive. It was like a weight had been lifted off of Cyclone’s shoulders. He no longer had to think of going home to tell his grandson his father died. Or worse, he would have to tell his daughter when she woke up that her husband was dead. The steady beeping of the heart monitor was somewhat comforting as Cyclone waited for her to wake up. Rooster was off in some other room being examined.

Cyclone was dozing off when he heard the soft whimpers fall from her lips. He sat up and looked over at his daughter, who was strating to somewhat wake up. He could see her shifting eyes under her eye lids and he grabbed her hand, letting her she wasn’t alone. Y/N blinked at the harsh light shining in her face.

“Where- What happened?” She asked, her voice gravely, “Dad? Wait. . .is he- is he g-gone-” Y/N started to panic as Cyclone moved quickly and placed a hand on her head, gently patting the top of her head.

“You’re okay. You’re on the ship, in the infirmary. The mission was a success, you did what you were supposed to,” Cyclone explained. He hated seeing his daughter cry. He hadn’t seen her shed a tear since she was about fourteen. Gently, he brushed a stray tear from the side of her face, “Bradley is alright. He made it back.”

“Oh my god,” She cried out, and relaxed a bit on the bed, “I-I thought he was-”

“I know,” Cyclone said, “They stole an F-14, can you believe that shit?” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, having gotten to know Maverick, she wasn’t surprised, “God, those two must be the luckiest sons of bitches alive.”

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, when the door to her room was opened and Rooster walked in. She let out a shaky sigh, as he quickly ran over to her. Cyclone moved from her bed, so Rooster could hug his wife. He watched as Rooster held her tightly, taking in the feel of her body against his. Cyclone smiled to himself as he stepped out of the room, letting them have a moment alone

#top gun #top gun fan fic #top gun fan fiction #top gun imagine #top gun maverick fan fic #top gun maverick fan fiction #top gun maverick imagine #cyclone #cyclone imagine #cyclone fan fic #cyclone fan fiction #beau simpson #beau simpson fan fic #beau simpson fan fiction #beau simpson imagine #whumptober #no.22 #alt adrenaline crash

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lilac-gold · 1 year

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OMORI AI-less Whumptober 2023

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DAY ONE: Sick Summary: Aubrey falls ill, unable to leave her room. Her mother doesn’t care, and certainly won’t let her friends come visit.

DAY TWO: Overworked Summary: Hero uses studying to cope with Mari's death. Unfortunately, staying up all night studying can lead to passing out at the most inconvenient of times.

DAY THREE: Isolation Summary: Unlike Hero and Sunny, Aubrey didn’t isolate herself. Her friends and family did so for her.

DAY FOUR: Hiding an injury Summary: Mari’s supposed to be perfect, not go running for help. Hero’s got enough of her worries on his plate without her bad knee too.

DAY FIVE: Held at gunpoint Summary: Someone’s got a gun at Hero and Kel’s school. Kel should be concerned for himself, but all he can think about is his brother.

DAY SIX: Mind control Summary: Under Bossman, Hero is a puppet. He has no say in what his body does, and no way to resist when it starts to hurt his little siblings.

DAY SEVEN: Flatline Summary: Basil hears his grandmother die. The sound of her flatlining sticks with him for hours afterwards.

DAY EIGHT: Panic Attacks Summary: Aubrey deals with things using anger. She can control that, but the panic rushing through her is a different matter entirely.

DAY NINE: Presumed dead Summary: In Black Space, he gets constantly ripped apart, and Omori doesn't seem to care. When he returns to Headspace, Basil learns that his friends ended up giving up on him completely.

DAY TEN: Collar Summary: Molly always treats him like he's less than human. Still, Omori really could've done without the constant reminder around his neck.

DAY ELEVEN: Paralysed Summary: Upon a mountain, freezing to death, Spaceboy can't move a muscle. He's beginning to dislike the numbness.

DAY TWELVE: Sacrifice Summary: The Recycultists have never been a threat, not really. Things change when Basil ends up in one of their rituals.

DAY THIRTEEN: Drowning (ALT Prompt) Summary: He's not a strong swimmer, and hasn't been since he was little. Still, Sunny jumps in after Basil, and wonders if he meant for this to happen.

DAY FOURTEEN: Grief (ALT Prompt) Summary: Unlike Mari, Hero leaves a note. Kel finds it just minutes too late.

DAY FIFTEEN: Transformation Summary: Spaceboy tries to fight the anger that threatens to overcome him every single time. It never works, and hearing that tape again is the last straw.

DAY SIXTEEN: Hospital Summary: Mari is familiar with hospitals, especially this one. One place she's never visited before, however, is its roof.

DAY SEVENTEEN: Hypothermia Summary: Maybe climbing a huge, snowy mountain in only her too-large nightgown and with no shoes wasn't the best idea. Aubrey's certainly starting to feel the chill.

DAY EIGHTEEN: Warm soup Summary: Sunny hasn't eaten Hero's food in years. Now, starving as he is, it tastes even better than ever.

DAY NINETEEN: "Why wasn't I enough?" Summary: Locked in the walls, Rococo's starting to go insane. He still doesn't understand what he did wrong.

DAY TWENTY: Stockholm syndrome Summary: Hero, touch-starved and grieving, craves even the tiniest scrap of love. Finding it in Sweetheart was inevitable, really.

DAY TWENTY-ONE: Near-death experience Summary: After Humphrey, his friends seem fine. Omori knows better.

DAY TWENTY-TWO: Punishment Summary: The guilty must be punished. Sunny can tell no-one, so the only one left to inflict punishment is him.

DAY TWENTY-THREE: Forced to watch Summary: When Kel is about to be strapped down to the dissection table, Hero begs to switch places. Kel hears every broken cry that follows as his older brother watches him get cut open.

DAY TWENTY-FOUR: Failed escape Summary: Hero tries to escape the basement. The man who took him films his punishment. (Inspired by @charismabee's 'found footage' one-shot in our Hero-centric Febuwhump earlier this year)

DAY TWENTY-FIVE: "Why didn't you save me?" Summary: If Basil had been there even a minute earlier, he could have helped. Instead, he made everything infinitely worse.

DAY TWENTY-SIX: Curse Summary: Biscuit used to be able to talk. Now, the only person who understands him is his sister.

DAY TWENTY-SEVEN: Immortal whumpee Summary: Mari was supposed to be dead. However, looking at herself in the mirror, she sure didn’t look like it.

DAY TWENTY-EIGHT: Oxygen deprivation Summary: On a mission through the stars, something goes horribly wrong. Before he knows it, Spaceboy is struggling to navigate the way back as his lungs run out of air.

DAY TWENTY-NINE: "The easy way or the hard way?" Summary: Mikhael’s cocky attitude and overall lameness lands him in a bit of trouble when he gets on the wrong side of a group of delinquents at Closeby High. He only hopes the Hooligans come to his assistance soon.

DAY THIRTY: Mind games Summary: Rococo owes Sweetheart his everything, and he knows she loves him… Even if what she says sometimes doesn’t completely align with that.

DAY THIRTY-ONE: Crying Summary: Kel hasn’t let himself cry in years. After seeing Basil’s body in the bathroom, it’s all he seems able to do.

And so, the time arrives! I will be posting each of the above one-shots to AO3 under "Whumptober 2023", as well as here on Tumblr in a series of posts. I will add links to each day once completed, as well as a 'previous' and 'next' to each day on Tumblr. I hope that you stick around and enjoy this month, because it's going to get whumpy!

(In addition to this, I will be doing a collaborative work with @charismabee centred around every alternative prompt for this event. Each day will be set in a different Omori AU that we've created. She is also doing her own version of Whumptober alone, so check her out if you'd like to see more! <3)

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antiv3nom · 2 years

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are you listening, you unpolished lumps of talent?

day twelve of blue lock prompt month by @aesterblaster

prompt: ego (extra: in a dark purple palette)

(as always, id in alt text, and no need to click this time <3)

#my art #antiv3nom's art #bllk #blue lock #blue lock prompt month #jinpachi ego #oh my god yall it is SO FUN to draw him being creepy #literally his design works so well with being unnerving #i also taught myself how to do static on clip studio for this!

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shywhumpauthor · 1 year

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Merry Whump of May Masterlist

Yes I’m using one of my posts from earlier today for this because I don’t want to make a new one. Sue me. I’ll edit this sometime, make it pretty but rn it’s just for the link.

Day One—“No pain, no gain”

Compass || Haphephobia || Kitchen

Day Two—“Need a ride?”

Wrench || Paranoia || Club

Day Three—“You’re not looking so hot”

Lightbulb || Tension || Alleyway

Day Four—“Two birds, one bullet”

Chess pieces || Stubborn || Tower

Day Five—“Do unto others as you would bla bla…”

Bow and Arrow || Stalking || Cavern

Day Six—“It’s a long story”

Knife Handle || Gagged || Under the table

Day Seven—“Write what you know”

Box || Magic || Cell

Day Eight

Day Nine

Day Ten—“Hit the hay”

Key || Forgetting || Warehouse

Day Eleven

Day Twelve

Day Thirteen

Day Fourteen—“Well, well, well…”

Barbed wire || Starvation || Drain

Day Fifteen—“The power of God and anime”

Hammer || Over-Exhaustion || Hammer

Day Sixteen—“Take a Break”

Branding Iron || Moonlight || Cemetary

Day Seventeen—“Going down in flames”

Pole || Regret || Fireplace

Day Eighteen

Day Nineteen—“Apples and oranges.”

Chainsaw || Surprise || Home Base

Day Twenty—“A taste of your own medicine”

Zip Ties || Bleeding out || Office

Day Twenty One—“Devil’s advocate”

Tome || Desperation || Hiking Trail

Day Twenty Two—“You can lead a bitch to water”

Origami || Amnesia || Attic || Alt. Prompt Teacup

#whump #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #its me coal #coal wrote something #mwm2023 #whump masterlist #writing challenge #whumpee #whumper #whump prompt #whump prompts #I’ll add more tags later too #but for now fuck it

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catelyngrant · 4 months

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I think I just clicked through all of your Doctor/Sarah Jane tag and I loved it. Will you continue to post about them?

This makes me so happy! I actually just finished rewatching 'The Wedding of Sarah Jane Smith' for plot (well, mostly plot) reasons—they're really setting up something with the Trickster, or at least the Pantheon, in the new DW series and it gave me an excuse to revisit.

As long as the Doctor and Sarah show up on my dash, I will continue to reblog them at every opportunity! It's been many years since I've done much in the way of creating myself (excepting this little fic I posted after the specials aired last year), but this new life in the DW-verse is inspiring me, so I do have fragments of what may, one day, be actual fics:

Sarah and Donna post-The Giggle, ft. Fourteen

Sarah and Twelve during his years at St. Luke's, ft. Bill Potts and Maria Jackson

Alt!Sarah post-Journey's End, ft. Rose Tyler and the Metacrisis Doctor

(There's also a solid chance I'll just dump all one or more of these ideas into my #headcanons tag in bullet point form at some point, but I live in hope.)

I will also always be delighted to talk at length about Sarah, my headcanons, etc. if asked or given prompts!

Thanks for this ask—it made me smile

#sarah jane smith #doctor who #otp: my sarah jane

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hexeology · 8 months

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oh boy it’s febuwhump

what’s up gang it’s me—the DEVIL

posting this early bc i’m impatient. my bestie @shadelorde and i are doing this together because we’re cool and creative and totally do not solely write/draw the same 2-5 characters over and over because we’re deeply emotionally attached to them. we have an au set in the world of my original work where atla is CANON bc why the fuck not honestly. making ur ocs meet is so fun #vaatuloversriseup. roe can no longer blame being a bitch on being fatherless lmaoooooooo idiot

bolded days are ones that i will most definitely be posting something for, be it art or writing. the others are likely to get at least a snippet but it depends on how much time and energy i have. chronic illness be damned </3

i may end up subbing some days with prompts from the alt list if i can’t think of anything for the regular one

day one: helplesss

day two: solitary confinement

day three: “bite down on this.”

day four: obedience

day five: “i love you.”

day six: “you lied to me.”

day seven: suffering in silence

day eight: “why won’t it stop?”

day nine: human weapon

day ten: killing in self defense

day eleven: time loop

day twelve: semi-conscious

day thirteen: “you weren’t supposed to get hurt.”

day fourteen: blood-stained tiles

day fifteen: “who did this to you?”

day sixteen: came back wrong

day seventeen: hostage situation

day eighteen: too weak to move

day nineteen: “please don’t.”

day twenty: truth serum

day twenty-one: unresponsive

day twenty-two: “you weren’t meant to be there.”

day twenty-three: presumed dead

day twenty-four: “i’m doing this because I care about you.”

day twenty-five: waterboarding

day twenty-six: “help them.”

day twenty-seven: left for dead

day twenty-eight: immortality

day twenty-nine: not allowed to die

#whumping the blorbos #moe shut up challenge #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #whump writing #whumpblr #vaatu is so funny bc he got like two seconds of screentime but in my mind he’s like The Main Character #grips you #this guy FUCKS #and has SO MANY ISSUES #he’s perfect #babygirl what’s wrong you’ve barely touched your fluff fic :(#GIRL KING IM NOT EVEN LOOKING AT THAT I WANT THIS TWONK OBLITERATED #oh the horrors

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prairiesongserial · 6 months

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23.8

Sara’le had warned Cassidy when she’d unlocked the door to the second floor that the other floor masters wouldn’t go easy on them. So Cassidy had decided to pull out all the stops. The next question was simple, appropriate for kids who hadn’t even had their b’nei mitzvot, and just so happened to pertain to a topic on which Cassidy considered themself an expert. Surrounded by stunned twelve year olds, Cassidy leapt straight into a presentation similar to their fifth year thesis on the binding of Isaac, delivered to a boring looking child named Moshe.

Cassidy had never gotten along with their floor masters growing up; the role attracted a type that they had never meshed with. Moshe, unmoved by Cassidy’s inspired interpretation of Vayera 23:8, pushed his glasses up his nose and told Cassidy they could proceed to the next floor.

“Thank you, Moshe. You’ve been a great audience.” He switched to English. “John, children…”

“But,” Moshe said, “Those three still have to test.”

And now Cassidy knew what Sara’le had meant.

“What’s that now?” they asked. “Surely you don’t mean that these goyim should be held to the same standard as a Jew? They’re disadvantaged, have pity. ‘Defend the poor and the orphan; deal justly with the poor and the destitute,’ eh, Moshele?” Moshe stared back at Cassidy without moving even one muscle on his face. “Moshe, Moshe, you’re young, so it probably only slipped your mind for a second–what is written in Gittin 61a?”

“Give sustenance to the poor of the non-Jews along with the poor of Israel,” said Moshe.

“Precisely–”

“They can eat with us before they test. There are still several days left in finals week.”

Cassidy was momentarily at a loss for words.

“Moshele, we’re friends, aren’t we?”

“I think that would be inappropriate,” said Moshe. “And please don’t call me Moshele.”

“Okay, I won’t call you Moshele. You really won’t let me take them with me? These kids have to see the rabbi as soon as possible–it’s really a life or death emergency.”

Moshe surveyed Percy and Gawain–or rather, Menashe and Ephraim–coolly. The kids had gone back to muddling through introductions. That Menashe was quick with languages and was managing all right with ‘vi heyst du.’ The kids on this floor were more curious than scared, and they clamored over each other trying to teach the poor English children how to talk.

“I see. In that case…” said Moshe. “Gittin 61a also says: ‘Bury the dead of the non-Jews along with the dead of Israel.’”

Cassidy blinked at him.

“Was that a joke?”

Moshe stared back at Cassidy.

“What a dark sense of humor Moshele has…” Cassidy scolded. They clicked their tongue. “How are you even going to test them? Look at them, they can hardly say their own names.”

“I’ll show you,” Moshe asked. “Bring them over.”

Moshe walked across the room. He opened a closet and reached into the dark for a chain, which he pulled to illuminate the single bulb dangling overhead. Cassidy remembered, of course, what this was. The interfloor communication system had been something they had regularly abused for pranks. A series of pipes allowed you to speak to people on the other floors; a corresponding pulley would ring a bell in order to prompt someone on the target floor to uncover the correct pipe.

Moshe pulled the rope that would ring a bell up on the tenth floor, where the oldest students lived. He uncovered the corresponding pipe and waited for acknowledgement.

“Yeah?” said a tired voice.

“Three outsiders want to test, but they only know English.”

“Huh? English? Don’t they at least know a little Hebrew?”

Moshe looked to Cassidy, who shook their head.

“No, just English.”

“Let them study harder and test next year. What kind of outsiders want to show up and test… aren’t you Moshele on the second floor? Where did you find these people?”

“Sarah sent them up,” Moshe said, his cheeks turning pink. “And they have the right to test if they want to. You just don’t want to wake Alte.”

There was a sustained silence on the other end.

“It’s not that I don’t want to wake Alte…” the voice said, but trailed off without coming up with a compelling excuse. “Hold on.”

They waited. After a minute, Moshe again told Cassidy to bring everyone over. Cassidy glanced over their shoulder. It seemed a shame to interrupt; the kids were getting on very well.

“She’s not here,” the kid on the tenth floor said. “She went down to the kitchen. Tell the outsiders to wait until tomorrow.”

“I know more than one of you brats study English,” Cassidy interjected. “You just don’t feel like it.” There was the distinct sound as the metal lid of the pipe on the tenth floor slammed closed. It echoed down to them. “Moshe, just let me translate. I won’t give them hints.”

Moshe glared at the still-open end of the pipe. He closed his side more gently, but Cassidy recognized the temptation for revenge. The bell pulley was right there, after all. There was a reason all this was kept in a closet away from the kids.

“Alright,” said Moshe. “Their question is the same as yours.”

“Why is the story of the binding of Isaac read on Rosh Hashanah?” Menashe said. “Cassidy, I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“They have no idea what that means,” Cassidy reported back to Moshe.

“Then they cannot progress to the next floor.”

Cassidy swore under their breath in colorful English. They stopped when they saw John had put his hands over Ephraim’s ears.

“You–” Cassidy said, choosing a random kid to pick on. “Help them find an English translation of the Tanakh.”

The kid Cassidy had addressed gave them a withering glare.

“It’s inappropriate to bring goyische outsiders here,” the kid said. “They already passed one floor. They can study for next year like the rest of us.”

“Ugh,” said Cassidy. Why was this year’s second floor class like this? If every floor was this strict, they were pretty sure the princes wouldn’t get past floor six before the end of finals week.

Cassidy went around the shelves of the second floor library themself, until they found a small collection of world literature. Right next to Shakespeare was an English language Tanakh. They hesitated, then brought down a Yiddish-English dictionary, too.

“Alright, here,” Cassidy said, plopping the two books down in front of John. “Good luck, teacher.”

John slid the books over to Menashe.

“I can’t read,” John said. “You’ll have to do it.”

The little prince looked up at John with horrible recognition of the situation, then looked back at Cassidy.

“Can I at least tell him where to look?” Cassidy asked Moshe. “Or what ‘Rosh Hashanah’ is? All the kids here knew that since they were old enough to think in words; it’s not something they studied.”

Moshe watched Menashe flip through the first few pages of Genesis. When it became clear no help was coming for him, the prince had put his head down and got to it. His eyes raked the pages for keywords.

“You can tell him this: ‘Rosh Hashanah’ is the yearly celebration of God’s coronation, which marks the beginning of the new year.”

Cassidy winced. ‘God’s coronation’ was going to throw the little English monarch off.

“And if he passes, I’ll pass them all,” Moshe added quietly.

So Moshele had also understood that John didn’t read–Cassidy supposed that interaction would have been hard to misinterpret.

Soon the yeshiva students broke from their studies for dinner, which the older students helped prepare and serve on a rotation. The kids were much more kid-like over a meal; Cassidy supposed it had been like that back when they were studying for their b’nei mitzvah, too. Twelve year olds had a lot of concerns.

Cassidy ate with the second-years. They asked the kids tricky theological questions in order to see them get flustered, then turned on a dime and asked for town drama: arranged marriages, fallings out, stolen chickens, that kind of thing. The poor things didn’t stand a chance; it wasn’t thirty minutes before Cassidy had caused absolute havoc. Eventually Moshe threw Cassidy out of the dining room.

“It’s like eating with the evil eye,” he complained. He shoved a tray into Cassidy’s hands. “Bring this to your friends.”

Cassidy accepted the tray. It was heavy with food–challah, braised carrots and potatoes, chicken, plus apple slices in advance of the new year–more than enough for John, Menashe, and Ephraim.

“Thank you, Moshele. I’ll tell Sara’le that you took pity on us,” Cassidy teased. Moshe’s cheeks turned bright red.

“Why would you tell Sarah anything?” he grumbled. “Worry about passing your exams.”

23.7 || 23.9

#story

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