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serickswrites · 2 months

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The Unforgiven

Warnings: betrayal, head injury, stranded

Whumpee sat down. They had been walking for hours and their head throbbed with each step. They couldn't keep walking. They had to rest. After they rested they could resume their journey.

Whumpee couldn't believe they had fallen for Whumper's deception. Having such a kind, caring companion had been too good to be true. But Whumpee had to believe that someone would offer them kindness. Had to believe that Whumper was their friend.

And yet their inevitable betrayal still stung. Stung more than when Whumper had hit them in the back of the head with a rock and drove away, leaving them in the desert with now way of getting home. They were stranded, and still the betrayal hurt more than anything else.

They had no more tears to shed. It had been hot, the night air a now welcome relief on their skin. They were thirsty, their body ached, and the pangs of hunger had their stomach twisting in knots.

But they had to rest. Just a bit longer. Then they would get up. They would get up and go after Whumper. Whumper was the unforgiven. And Whumpee was going to exact their vengeance. Once they got out of the desert.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw betrayal #tw head injury #tw stranded #wollemi whump event #wollemi day 3 #prompt: stranded #queue

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disastertriowriting · 3 months

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@clonefandomevents

Here's our fill for "stranded". :)

The Batch lost Crosshair on a mission shortly after Echo joined. They thought him dead, grieved him. But Crosshair survived, and it's not until after the Empire's formation, after the Batch has walked away, that they find him again. Crosshair isn't the same as he once was, but then, neither are they. Only together can they mend their broken pieces.

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puppetmaster13u · 2 months

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Prompt 257

Now Danny loves space. He loves everything about it, to the point his core quite literally is space. And he’s also a baby ghost, even if he could argue he’s not in human form. But see, being baby has an honestly great consequence once it’s noticed- despite the Observants’ best attempts at hiding it, the assholes.

Of course he would be far more worried- and even a bit pissed- if his caretaker wasn’t who it was. Look, he’d never met Clockwork’s siblings before, but apparently everyone was really against Clockwork himself adopting.

But Clockwork as his uncle is fine. Besides, his caretaker is Space! Space itself is holding him, cooing gentle words in the sounds of the very cosmos. And they’re huge, like parts of their body going through portals so they can fit outside Long-Now sized big- and apparently Clockwork can get just as big and they can get even bigger-

Okay, he needs to take a breath- even if he doesn’t need to breathe- to stop his squealing because holy Realms this is so cool.

Space is awesome! And he’s getting so much more rest than he did in Amity- and even if Space sort of shrugged at the idea of school at first, they did help him set up online schooling. So there’s that, and it’s just the start!

He gets to learn so much about space and it’s honestly kind of… nice? To be taken care of? And he can do whatever he needs for his Core and Obsession with only a few interruptions to take care of his living needs. Erm, sort of living needs?

But even that gets turned into a bit of play or even a lesson too! He’s honestly having such a good time right now! He’s learning so much about spaaace! And dimensions! And interdimensional portals and- oops! No one saw that.

Ahem- But he’s learning so much about space and getting to explore other dimensions with Cosmos! And sure he no longer looks as human as he once did and all that, but he’s seen so many people who also don’t look human that does it really matter?

Of course it doesn’t, and he matches his sort-of-dad! Even though the streaks of color in their hair are more of a brown-red like they’re literally bleeding out the cosmos around them instead of it fading to void and space like his own. But still! They match and it’s fun!

And they’re going to go on another trip from the in-between to one of the dimension realities! He’s going to start a game of tag this time he thinks! But no cheating with portals or bending space! Tag!

Look, the Justice League? Not paid enough for this. In fact, technically not paid at all due to being volunteers (not that it stopped them from finding money in their accounts) but still.

There is some sort of figure… being… thing… zooming around the asteroid belt, about the size of Earth itself. Let them repeat themselves. A planet-sized creature (are those hands or paws? Tail or simply its body stretching? Hair or the Abyss-) is currently darting around the asteroid belt like a child running through grass.

That is, without noticing or caring if something bug-sized might be crushed. And they are very much bug sized, as the governments are concerned about. Like really concerned about. Like talking about trying to nuke the entity if it wanders closer sort of concerned.

Which they are all very concerned and very much like, against. Because it isn’t seeming to notice the asteroids it’s knocking into their area. It’s like… not a space whale or eel or anything like that but also is something like that.

And they would also maybe like to see if they can attempt to talk it down first maybe and-

oh.

Oh.

That creature is the baby. And mama just arrived, stretching across the entire galaxy, from them to Pluto and beyond, like something took the cosmos and shaped it like clay into some sort of form. Like reality itself has wandered into their galaxy with what they are suddenly realizing must be a very young child.

Shit, they really have to make sure no one tries to piss either of these things off-

#Prompts #DCxDP #DPxDC #Danny is like Lil Baby Man compared to Cosmos #But he’s the same size as the world too lol #Space Core Danny #Clockwork is a triplet lol #Clockwork Chaos & Cosmos the children of Infinity & Reality #Let Primordials & Ancients be Eldritch #Are those stars or eyes? Hair or strands of time? Clothes or the fabric of reality? Wound or black hole?#Danny: I am doin good at hidin- the best at hide and seek #Cosmos veery slowly floating after: Oh nooo where has my ghostling hid where could they have goone to *knows exactly where he is*#Can they *technically* go smaller? Yeah but they’re used to where All of Space-Dimension-Portals meets #Danny is Not ghost king he’s bby Space Ancient #Why were people against Clockwork adopting? He never finished divorcing Pariah before he got thrown in the nap box

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guardian-angle22 · 7 months

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Tarlos Wedding Celebration Event [Week 14] -> favorite kiss(es)-> 4.16

#911 lone star #911lsedit #tarlos #tarlosedit #tk strand #carlos reyes #tarlosweddingcelebration #I... might be planning multiple sets for this prompt because I am too indecisive to pick a favorite #this one is def my fave for s4 though i think #something about the way tk drags carlos back #and how they just stare at each other like That before going in for the kiss #my gifs #episode: s04e16 a house divided

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thepenultimateword · 4 months

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Short Prompt #255

"You lost your powers?" Villain cried, throwing their hands into the air. "How? No, better yet, why? Why now when we're in the middle of the flipping frozen tundra?"

Hero stared out at the miles and miles of untouched snow only broken by the thin green stripe of a treeline in the distance. They tugged at the spot inside where their power usually resided, pooled in their chest like a well, but again came up with nothing. "I don't know, it's just been happening lately."

"How long until it unhappens?"

Hero shrugged, trying not to let on how equally panicked they were to be stranded. "An hour? A day? Last time it took three days."

"Great," Villain said, throwing their hands in the air and then immediately shoving them back in their armpits with a seething glare. "We can be popsicles."

"I'm sorry," Hero muttered. They'd never expected to say that to someone like Villain, but it was true. Endangering another person with their glitchy powers was the last thing they needed on their conscience.

Villain huffed out a violent breath cloud. "Save it. For now, let's just get to those trees. Hopefully, we can find something to make a shelter, or at least make a fire. Buy us some time for those powers of yours to recharge."

#hero x villain #prompt #creative writing #heroes and villains #writing prompt #heroes and villains community #short prompt #writblr #villain #stranded #wilderness survival #kinda want to write a continuation of this

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heartscrypt · 10 months

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maim bite kill MAIM BITE KILL (chanting)

#twst #twisted wonderland #ace trappola #deuce spade #heartscribbles #ermm... hes right behind me... isnt he (5 seconds before a nuke hits)#the prompt for that one was ''can you draw s bomb dropping on ace'' ''yeah sure'' over vc #jade leech #floyd leech #floyds biting jade by the black hair strand #and jades pulling his in turn #they deserve to beef more

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promptsforyourwhumpfic · 1 year

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Whump Prompt #1147

Submitted by Anon - thanks!

“A… it’s time to get up.” A and B are stranded somewhere, lost and injured. B nudges A on the shoulder. Seems like A is in a deep sleep, causing B to chuckle. “Seriously-“ B nudges A, but their face goes from happiness to shock and horror as they watch A’s unmoving body slump onto B’s, lap, a gash in A’s side.

A protected B from something at the cost of being severely harmed. B realizes that A needs help, and fast.

#MMMMHMMMM #LOVE IT #whump #writing #prompts #ideas #stranded #unconsciousness #passing out #worry #angst #severe injuries #bloodloss #near death experiences

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oldfangirl81 · 10 months

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TK went along with the plan if it made Carlos relax.

#fic prompt #tarlos #i can't be the only one who sees a bearded dragon and thinks Tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes

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strandnreyes · 3 months

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#14 for the writing prompts. Thank you.

a kitchen during a black out, surrounded by candles

The knock comes a few minutes after all the lights go out.

Carlos is halfway to the kitchen, intending on grabbing a flashlight and a lighter, but he reroutes because of the interruption. At least his rigatoni was done before the electricity went out—now steaming on the counter—but the leftovers aren’t going to keep in the fridge anymore. What once was a plan to make enough for lunch tomorrow has now left him with way more than he can eat alone tonight.

When Carlos slides the door of his loft open, his day instantly goes from bad to worse when he sees TK Strand on the other side, likely here to yell at him for making too much noise boiling noodles or to blame the blackout on him.

TK opens his mouth, but before he can speak, Carlos says, “Yes, I lost power too. So, no. You can’t charge your phone or shove your ice cream in my freezer or whatever it is you came here to do.”

TK’s mouth promptly shuts and he nods once. “Okay, then.”

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#911 lone star #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lone star fic #jenfic #prompt fill

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factorialsotherfandoms · 7 months

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It's too hot, but Forever's blood runs cold. His weapons are nothing in the face of the hoard, but he has been running for hours. He lost sight of Walter Bob maybe twenty minutes ago, and he hopes the Federation Worker is running in another direction.

Fuck, fuck, Pac and Mike will never forgive him if something happened to Walter Bob.

(Pac and Mike are welcome to never forgive him, if only he gets to see them - to see see any of his family - again.)

He turns a corner and knocks over some loose rocks and while Cucurucho told him to prepare there was /nothing/ he could have done to prepare for this. Maybe he should have told Baghera or Aypierre or Philza, been more specific when asking for advice, but with Richars - all the eggs - on the line... Forever made his choice.

(He remembers when Felps was taken. Is anyone even worried? Do his friends, his family, miss him? He was so worried back then, is he doing now to Felps what was once done to him?)

The monsters are not slowed by the pathetic clattering of rocks.

Forever made his choice, and he will lie in it.

Maybe literally. He brought as many totems as he could carry with him, but he used so many. Explosions are his primary weapon right now, but the monsters stay so so close. All he can do is run, and run, and hope he both finds some clues and /does not/ lead the monsters to the eggs.

(Cellbit and Bagi would be so much better at this. They'd have already found the clues, sorted it all out, be headed home already. They-)

He is caught on the arm.

He rips it away, tearing the flesh.

He gasps, throws a potion, and keeps running.

He has to get away, find fix this, find the eggs. He has to - he has to - the islanders put their faith in /him/ by electing him president, and now he has a responsibility to fix this for them. He'll fix it, he'll fix everything, he doesn't need to get out, he just needs to make everyone happy.

(He wants to see Richars again. Just once. If he can see Richars and know his son is safe, then he will die a pained but content man.)

Rubble.

He trips.

He falls.

He scrambles to his feet as the hoard descends.

Cuts his way back out, bloody and bruised, and keeps. on. running.

running.

There! In the distance.

Walter Bob isn't dead, he's waving at him.

Forever does not know what that means, but he runs that way instead. As he gets closer he finds the ruins of an old building. Decrepit, broken, but with a roof and four doors. With a last burst of strength he throws himself through the gap, twists his ankle on the turn, and Walter Bob slams shut the door.

With no time for his ankle he begins to help, sealing up the doorway with block after block after block.

Lights a torch and pins it to a wall, only for his ankle to collapse and drive him to the floor.

He looks up, sees Walter Bob watching impassively.

He should get up, get up, throw more potions and get ready to run again.

Outside the monsters howl.

Walter Bob keeps staring.

Forever shakily takes out two slices of avocado toast, and offers one to his companion. He can feel his heart in his throat, but also the crash coming now there are walls and light around him.

Walter Bob takes the toast with a nod.

Forever eats his toast.

It takes like friendship, concern, and regret.

By the time it is done, Forever has no energy left. He pulls himself to sitting, tucks his knees to his chest. Throws his head to the wall behind him, slamming it onto the red wall.

He cannot help the laugh welling out of his throat and into the air. Neither can he stop it, as it grows louder, more desperate, shifting to tears and sobs he cannot afford to cry.

Walter Bob sits down, too. Turns his head, watches the blocked up door.

Walter Bob cannot laugh.

Forever screams in his stead.

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp forever #qsmp walter bob #qsmp spoilers #angst #forever in the nether #q!forever is going through it my guys #whumptober prompt stranded I fucking guess! the timing on that bit of lore #poor forever that was absolute shit what cucurucho did to him #i know he's ooc away but still #yeesh

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tarlosweeklyprompts · 1 month

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A check-in and announcement

Hey everyone! I know it's been a minute since I've been around and longer since I've posted prompts. I want to first say I am so sorry for just stopping without any warning. Grad school got rough and my job is even more rough than that, I didn't have the mental energy needed to keep up with this blog the last few months. I also had feelings that I couldn't post the prompts that I wanted to and there was some negative talk that just impacted me and I needed a break. It was a good break and allowed me time to distance myself from fandom spaces in a way that I needed and helped me realize somethings and I was able to deal with some complicated emotions surrounding fandom in general. Everything is good now.

That being said, I am back and planning some fun things. I've decided that I am going to go back to how I was doing the blog in the beginning with only one prompt being posted each week. I tried to hard to cater to everyone who was pushing me to post more than one, to have fun themes every week, and I burnt myself out trying to do what everyone wanted me to do. So, it's going to be one prompt a week unless it's a special occasion.

I will start posting weekly prompts again starting in June when I go on summer break (I'm a teacher so it's easier for me to start this up again when I'm not working 40+ hours a week). In the meantime I would love to hear from you guys!

There will be a special wedding event happening in May to celebrate Tarlos being married for a year!

What kind of prompts are you hoping to see? What events do you want to see on the blog? What do you want me to do that I haven't, or what's something I did in the past that you'd like to see again? Let me know via asks!

I'm excited to be back doing this again!

You can also find me over @chaotictarlos!

Love, T

(P.S. just a small reminder that I run a discord server for this blog and general tarlos/lonestar stuff and if you're over the age of 18, message me and we can see about you joining!)

#tarlosweeklyprompts #not a prompt #tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #carlos reyes writing prompt #tk strand prompt #tk strand writing prompt #tk strand x carlos reyes #911 lonestar #911 ls

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serickswrites · 1 year

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Stranded

Warnings: kidnapping, torture, escape, poison, unclear character status

Whumpee stumbled along. They could barely move. But they had to get out of there. Had to get away.

Whumper had grabbed them days--weeks?--ago. And every waking moment had been hell. Whumper had hurt them day in day out. Tortured them in every way imaginable.

But Whumpee had escaped. Had escaped despite the pain. Had escaped despite the bruises, the cuts, and the sprains. Had escaped and not looked back.

They were in the middle of nowhere. The forest surrounding them. It was unbearably hot--Whumpee couldn’t stop sweating. And they were insatiably thirsty. But they couldn’t stop. They had to keep going.

With each step, it became harder and harder to breathe. And their heart threatened to pound out of their chest. Whumpee sighed and leaned against a tree. They couldn’t stop. They had to keep going. But they...they needed a moment.

Whumpee wasn’t sure why they had felt so bad. Why this was so difficult. Yes, their body was hurt. Yes, they had been tortured for days on end. But they shouldn’t be this exhausted. This warm. It was only early spring. The snow had barely melted. And yet Whumpee was sweating like a pig.

What had Whumper done to them? What had they done to leave Whumpee untied and the door unlocked? Whumpee’s already dry mouth went bone dry as the sinking feeling they had in their gut solidified.

Whumpee had been barely conscious when Whumper had done this. But as they lifted their arm to their face, vision blurring and going in and out, the little, dried, pinprick of blood on their skin was unmistakeable. Whumper had injected them with something.

Poison, their brain helpfully supplied. Whumpee had been poisoned. Whumpee would have sobbed if they weren’t so dehyrdated. As it was, they slid down the trunk until they were sitting. There was no way they were getting out of the forest and to Caretaker in time. Whatever Whumper had given them was fast acting.

Whumpee’s vision was failing as the world spun around them. They hated this. Hated that this was how everything ended. That Whumper won. Soon Whumpee’s vision faded. As did the sounds around them. But not before they heard their name being called frantically by a voice they would always answer.

But Whumpee couldn’t answer Caretaker. Couldn’t respond. The darkness had already claimed them. The poison thick in their veins already dragging them under. Whumper had finally won.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw kidnapping #tw torture #tw escape #tw poison #tw unclear character status #whumpuary 2023 #day 18 #prompt: stranded #prompt: poison #queue

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devilsrecreation · 2 months

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Just wanted to share this comment I found in the wiki

BESTIES TAKING A WELL DESERVED VACATION I WANT TO SEE IT

This kinda makes me want to see a TLG/Madagascar crossover ngl

They’re gonna move it, move it

#this actually pairs well with one of the drawing prompts #you know with sumu being stranded on an island #it’s the island of madagascar #this could be a funny crackfic #imagine them meeting king julian tho 😭#crack #the lion guard

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taralaurel · 1 year

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(Art by the wonderful @chaotictarlos)

Title: just coffee

Relationship: Carlos Reyes/TK Strand

Rating: T for themes

Word Count: 4.9k

Summary:

TK Strand just wanted coffee. Carlos Reyes just wanted to catch the suspect fleeing the scene, with a gun.

"I'm not sure I should be letting you do this."

"It's the same thing EMS is going to do."

"Then we should wait for them."

"I am them," TK rolls his eyes, "sort of. Literally, my shift starts in," he rolls his wrist to check his watch, "well, would you look at that. My shift started five minutes ago. So technically I'm on the clock."

"Technically, you're a victim, and a witness."

"I'm also a Saggitarius but I'm not complaining."

@tarlosweddingcelebration Week 1 Prompt #2: alternate first meeting | disastrous first meeting

@tarlosweddingcelebration Week 1 Prompt #3: "You saved my life...I feel like I owe you."

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