#no27

[whump-they-it-is]

AI-less Whumptober

27.) Paranoia (Alt Prompt)

Devil 2010

[whumpookies]

Day 27, title: You drew stars around my scars, but now I'm bleeding.

Prompt: scars

[uniasus]

No. 27 PUSHED TO THE LIMIT

This is an on-going BBC Merlin Whumptober series.

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Merlin had fought other magic users before. More than he'd like, for a variety of reasons. But right now, what he was dreading the most was the amount of effort it would take. Magic might be as easy as breathing, but even breathing got difficult if you ran for too long. And Merlin had been working out all day. Saving Leon from the collapse of his horse. Tracking down the bandits and the sorcerer earlier. Healing Leon had taken an enormous amount of power, healing always did when it worked right, and he's just done another sprint by turning the knight invisible.

The older sorcerer though had also cast several spells in the last hour, and Merlin was hoping the man was equally taxed or that Merlin's energy reserves were much deeper.

Merlin dodged another spell, trying to figure out the other's strategy. Spell battles between sorcerers hadn't been uncommon back in the day, but the more the battle went on, the more tired the spellcaster became, the more they relied on what Gaius called an affinity. Spells that came instinctually to a sorcerer's fingertips.

Merlin's own affinity, like he told Leon, tended to get messy. It was better if he could muster the concentration for a proper spell instead of reaching into his pool of magic to make something happen. It hadn't rained in weeks; if he brought down a lightning strike the forest might catch on fire, and he wasn't sure if he asked for a powerful attack that it wouldn't be a lightning strike.

He needed to practice more.

He relied on physically dodging the other sorcerer's spells. Merlin couldn't make all of them out, but they were less complicated body spells. One-word commands that would break a bone, cause a deep cut. Nothing Merlin wanted to get hit with, that's for sure.

Merlin tried to cast a sleep spell at his opponent, but he knocked it aside with a shield and followed up with a spell that slashed Merlin's cheek. The cut stung, a reminder that Merlin couldn't keep dodging forever. He had to do something.

Except the sorcerer wasn't holding a sword, so Merlin couldn't heat up the metal. And he held the center of the road, away from overhanging branches. But now, Merlin hoped, from roots.

Merlin concentrated on the trees around them and pulled up. The roots were slow to respond, large and heavy, but also reluctant to leave their water sources. The kingdom had seen no rain for weeks, leaving the topsoil parched. Only one tree answered his call, something the sorcerer was able to defend against with a cutting spell, but other root systems had responded enough to buck the ground upward.

The sorcerer lost his footing with a yelp, and Merlin called up the wind, hoping to smash the older man against a tree. The other man was faster with his spell, so even as the sorcerer was blown back, Merlin felt his shin break. He screamed and toppled to the ground, breathing heavily. Merlin watched as the sorcerer got to his feet, and knew he was in for a world of pain. His ability to dodge was severally hampered by a broken leg. He pushed him self up by his arms, preparing to roll or crawl.

From the woods streaked Leon, bloody sword ready for a swing. His mouth was open, but no yell came from the knight's mouth. It worked to his advantage, as the sorcerer didn't hear him coming.

Leon's slash caught the sorcerer in the side, blood streaming from the wound as Leon continued past him. The sorcerer choked, pressing a hand to the wound before whirling on Leon.

"I refuse to be taken down by a knight of Camelot," he shouted. He held out his hand and cast a spell.

Leon, in the process of pivoting around for another attack, wobbled as it hit him. Merlin couldn't see where, and Merlin had a brief thought it was a pity the sorcerer was about to die because learning a spell that could slash an enemy's skin while they were wearing chainmail might be useful at some point. His more important thought was now, while he's distracted.

Merlin dug into the pool of magic that lived in his chest and called out to the Earth itself, still wary of summoning lightning to a dry forest. It was quicker to come to his command than the trees were, the road under the sorcerer's feet buckling and then rising up to trap the man in hard-packed earth to his knees.

"Leon, now!" Merlin shouted.

Leon ran the sorcerer through.

Merlin could vaguely make out Leon's lips move as he stood there, sword sticking out of the sorcerer's chest, but had no idea what he was saying until Leon's voice suddenly shouted out "Thirty-six!"

Right. Good. Spell lifted. Sorcerer killed. Arthur…Arthur was safe. Wherever he was. Somewhere on the road, Merlin assumed.

Merlin let himself collapse forward. Leon shouted his name in concern, and between one blink and the next, Merlin found himself looking up at the knight's face.

"Are you alright, Merlin?" Leon asked.

Merlin blinked. "Tried."

"You were right about your magic being messy. The road's ruined. Arthur is going to have to send workmen to fix it before winter sets in. Once the ground freezes, it'll be impossible to work until spring, and then the rains might get in the way."

"Uh-huh."

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Tried," Merlin said again. The adrenaline from the fight was fading, and Merlin could feel the edges of magical exhaustion creeping up on him. This was not the place for it, they still had to find Arthur somewhere on the road to Camelot. Merlin guessed it'd be a three-hour walk on foot, something he'd not be able to do with his newly broken shin.

"Can you carry me?" Merlin asked.

Leon sputtered. "Just because you're tired-"

"Oh no, my leg is broken. Can you carry me? You got hit with one of his cutting spells."

Leon pressed his lips into a thin line. "If I have to. But can't you heal it?"

Merlin patted Leon's knee, the easiest part to reach. "If I cast a spell that powerful, I'm gonna pass out. I'd rather save it for later. In case Arthur needs it."

"What if you…call our horses?"

"Your horse is dead, if you recall. Not far from here, actually."

"What about your's or Arthur's? If we ride, we can find Arthur faster, get to Camelot faster. And even if you do pass out, I can tie you to the saddle."

"Maybe."

"If you don't, the likelihood of us getting to Camelot before dark is zero and we have no camping gear."

"Why are you sensible?"

Leon smiled. "You usually are too, you know. Even if you hide it."

Merlin stared up at the man. Huh. He didn't think Leon had picked up on that. Arthur certainly hadn't yet. "Blood loss."

Leon rolled his eyes. "I've lot more blood than you today."

"Yeah? Well I-"

Leon placed a hand over Merlin's mouth. "Can you summon the horses or not? Even if they take a while to get here, it'll give me time to break the earth around the sorcerer's body."

"You can leave it. It's obvious what happened here is magic. We can say it was a sorcerer battle. That we know because of the evidence and not experience or witnessing anything."

Leon sighed. "We should still bury him."

"You sure?" Merlin asked. He held Leon's eyes the entire time, making sure Leon knew exactly what he was suggesting by the offer. Sorcerers didn't get burials in Camelot. They got burned and their ashes were left to the wind.

"He's human," Leon said softly. "Like you."

Merlin gave him a lopsided grin in thanks. "I'll see if I can summon the horses first and if I have any leftover magic help with the earth prison."

Leon nodded and Merlin closed his eyes, reaching into the land to feel life itself. It didn't take him long to find Arthur's gelding and Merlin's mare, he was familiar with their life forces, and they hadn't traveled too far in their fright. He nudged their brains to head toward him and Leon.

When Merlin opened his eyes to tell Leon the horses were on their way, the man was already using his sword to hack at the dirt mound around the sorcerer's body. Now that the danger was past, Merlin found himself feeling guilty. He knew Leon dealt the killing blow, but he'd played a part and he hated fighting other sorcerers at the end of the day. Hated how bitter many of them were. Lamented that so few of them could see the hope for a better future. Weeped at how many deaths he'd had a hand in, even if it was for Arthur's, and Albion's, sake.

Merlin's vision was blurry, he was for sure going to pass out soon, but called upon what he could to crack the hard shell of earth. He thought he heard Leon's shout of surprise before he let exhaustion take him.

[flagbridge]

In this week���s chapter, Erik reconciles with his mother and learns why his childhood with her was so fraught. The first term for Bipolar disorder was coined as “La folie circulaire” in 19th century France.

In Erik’s previous chapter, and again here, I try to depict both a child’s experience of a parent with untreated mental illness and then their understanding of that as an adult. As a child, we believe this is our fault and feel powerless to tend to our parents sadness or depression.

Erik’s mother was a widow with (after the first two years of his life) no surviving family, undiagnosed mental illness, and a gifted special needs child. No wonder she was overwhelmed.

We know that many of the lies we tell ourselves of negative false narratives start in childhood and healing those starts with learning where those came from. So Erik starts to see that no only that his life could have been different had the adults around him made different choices (or been healthier), but that his mother did love her and was doing the best she could.

Thanks for reading.

[galladrabbles]

👋🏻 can’t believe it’s my turn already. I’m so excited! Yesterday was the worst day of my life. We had a scare with my daughter. She’s ok, but my nerves are totally shot. So I’m definitely looking forward to what you guys can do this week as a distraction. So without further ado…

This weeks prompt is: Beard

There’s so many ways to interpret this and I can’t wait to see what you come up with! ❤️🥰💗💖🌟

Lovely HeyHey,

Lett me start by saying that I'm very happy that your daughter is okay. I'm sure the entire crew shares the feeling. I hope she'll continue to be well and that you'll find a way to move past the fear and enjoy your time with your family even more now. 💕

Thank you for submitting your prompt to Galladrabbles. I expect it to be quite... Inspirational for so many.

Maybe leaning back and setting this prompt for 44+ writers (new ones are always very welcome) to let their 100-word-exactly story bites wash away any lingering negative feelings will be just what you need.

So you read it here first, Galladrabble Crew. Your new prompt is:

BEARD

Happy Drabbling!

[mzshko]

Galladrabbles!

More plane wreck shenanigans coming atchya! @galladrabbles told 100 words at a time. Thanks to @heyheyusedtobemynickname for the BEARD prompt. Read the master post here. Much love always to @energievie and @look-i-love-u for organizing and reblogging. 😘

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Finally, Ian sighs and scratches at his beard. He mumbles, “gonna fuck you,” and the next thing Mickey knows, he’s naked on his back amid broken tray tables and debris brought in by the rainstorm, with Ian, hot and hard, pinning his wrists down.

Growing flushed and sweaty, he eventually feels the slide of spit-slick fingers give way to a burning stretch that steals his breath away. And then Ian’s eyes flutter shut as his mouth falls open in a soundless whimper.

“You’re insane,” Ian grunts afterward and Mickey nods, swallowing dryly. 

“Okay, but… what’s a little crazy between friends?”

[yuthana]

Vintage retro car litho tin toy Japan. Ford Capri - no.27 racing car Japan tin friction powered. Aoshin brand made in Japan 60's.. Buy now on eBay Click link >>>> https://www.ebay.com/itm/225887901313

[brockachu]

have you seen the photos of ryan mcdonagh with his kid at the bolts game yesterday? it is very important to me to spread this news

omg no i have not!! i’m searching now but always feel free to link me!! aahh mac is such a cute dad!!!!

🥹💖💖💖 girl dad mac truck with his 5yo this is So Cute. look how small!!!!

okie smokie imma go watch that post game where he brought her with him too 🥹

[imarpanosu]

#Özyurtlar'dan iki yeni proje: #No27Residence ve #StudioHouse... #TamerÖzyurt'un açıklamasıyla #detay #haber için tıklayın...

[yasumitani]

急行津軽を組成して運転開始したが、物言い!!

一旦運転停止。

あー……寝台車の連結は上野方ですねー

これでよろしいかな？

前からｵﾊﾈﾌ12 ｽﾊﾈ16 ｵﾛﾈ10（ｵﾊﾈﾌ×2かと思い込んでたが、参考記事によるとこれで良さそう）

参考記事はこちら

鉄道ジャーナル別冊No27 『JR・民鉄客車列車大追跡』1993年12月

参考記事は鉄道ジャーナル誌の再掲記事の模様。『ｵﾊﾈﾌ13の別れの朝』取材日1982-9-17

[wooriwoo]

need ina to know that the new genjibu song is no27 in my last 4 weeks

[whumpookies]

Whumpcember 2023 day 27 prompt: Bleeding out

[kvetchs]

was tagged by @mikenesmithsummer (aaa!!!! thank u sm :] <3) to shuffle a playlist & post the first ten songs that play! here they are:

danses des petits cygnes (op20/th12/act4/no27) / tchaikovsky / x

last train to clarksville / the monkees / x

vienna / billy joel / x

scissors / slipknot / x

incense and peppermints / strawberry alarm clock / x

nine times blue (demo) / the monkees / x

groys dasad / daniel kahn, the painted bird / x

borscht / nayekhovichi, daniel kahn / x

don’t talk (put your head on my shoulder) / the beach boys / x

yuve yuve yu (acoustic) / the hu / x

[mothervvoid]

afraid of writing day no27 for whumptober bc i know how long its probably gonna end up being. i can feel it in my bones.

[ceilingazer]

No27 // Λαγκαδά 27

[yuthana]

vintage Litho tin racing car Ford Capri no.27 Japan friction tin toy Aoshin brand made in Japan

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