#alt.1

[whumpdoyoumean]

Whumptober #16

xxx alternate prompt 1~betrayal

“How are you holding up, Cowboy?”

Napoleon snorts, glancing up at the Russian. “You mean besides the broken ribs and the fact that we’re stuck in this shithole for another hour until exfil gets here? I’m doing just great, Kuryakin. How are you?”

Illya doesn’t answer, doesn’t even look at him, just reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls something out. Napoleon raises an eyebrow at the sight of the small flask, one corner of his mouth turning up into a surprised grin. 

“Well, well. You been holding out on me, Peril? Do you always bring alcohol on missions?”

“Only the ones where I am stuck with you.”

Napoleon chuckles, immediately regretting it as it sends waves of pain through the right side of his chest. “Ouch. Don’t make me laugh. Give me some of that, will you?”

Illya tosses the flask and Napoleon catches it with both hands, quickly undoing the lid. He takes a long swig, nodding approvingly as the stuff burns down his throat. 

“That’s good liquor,” he says, taking another drink before he replaces the cap. “Thank you. You want some?”

Illya shakes his head once. He isn’t looking at Napoleon, instead staring out the window, his whole body stiff. He looks to be on high alert, and Napoleon feels himself tense.

“Is there someone out there?” he says, voice barely above a whisper. 

Illya still doesn’t respond, worrying Napoleon further, and he stands. Immediately he’s hit by a wave of dizziness, and for a split second he thinks he must have stood too quickly. But that isn’t it at all. He knows this feeling--the tingling in his hands and toes, the static in his ears, the rapidly growing fog in his mind. He knows what this is, but he doesn’t understand…

“Illya?” he says, and his voice sounds distant and strange. He takes an unsteady step forward. “Illya, what the hell is going on?”

Illya finally looks up, and there’s a blankness in his expression that sends daggers through Napoleon’s heart. 

“You should sit,” the Russian agent says flatly. 

The whole world seems to tilt as Napoleon forces himself to take another step forward, fighting through the dizziness and the black that’s starting to encroach on the edges of his vision. His heart is hammering, making his chest ache, and it isn’t just because of the drug that’s flooding his system.

“Kuryakin, what the fuck did you do?” he demands, barely hearing himself over the ringing in his ears. And then his foot catches on something and he’s falling and his reaction time is completely fucked and he can’t make his arms move to catch himself. His head smacks into the cracked cement and everything goes black.

xxx 

“-olo? I think he’s waking up!”

Napoleon’s eyes fly open and he groans immediately at the pain in his chest and skull. He reaches up with one hand and brushes it against his left eyebrow, annoyed when his fingers come away bloody. He tries to sit up, but his vision goes black and fuzzy and then he’s flat on his back, staring up into the concerned face of Ellis, the TAC team medic. 

“Take it easy, Agent Solo,” he says. “You’ve been unconscious for some time, I’m worried about a concussion.”

“‘m not concussed,” Napoleon says, closing his eyes as a wave of nausea washes over him--lingering effects of whatever Illya had put into the drink.

“Where is Agent Kuryakin?” It’s Enzo, the team leader, who asks. 

Napoleon feels a hot surge of anger at the mention of the Russian, and something else too. Something he tries desperately to ignore, because admitting that he’s hurt means admitting that he cares, and that’s something he’s not going to do. Not with this lot, anyway. 

“He’s gone.”

“Gone? Gone where? Was he taken?”

Napoleon opens his eyes and glares up at the little Italian. “No, he left.” 

Enzo looks genuinely baffled. Frankly, Napoleon is a little (a lot) confused himself, but he isn’t going to admit that either. 

“I wasn’t unconscious because I’m concussed; I was unconscious because he drugged me,” Napoleon says matter-of-factly, trying not to let the betrayal he’s feeling leech into the words. He tries to sit up again, and Ellis grabs his elbow.

“Concussed or not, Agent Solo, I would advise you to take things slowly.”

“I’m fine,” Napoleon snaps, pulling his arm from the medic’s grip as he pushes himself up into a sitting position. It takes some effort not to let out a pained sound at the movement of his aching ribs. 

“Did Agent Kuryakin say anything to you? Give any indication as to where he was going, or why?” Enzo asks. 

“No,” Napoleon says, and he can feel the anger growing, mixing with other feelings--embarrassment, shame. Betrayal. “I don’t know what he’s doing.”

But he intends to find out.

xxx to be continued…

#whumptober2023 #alt.1 #betrayal #the man from uncle #tmfu #drugged #napoleon solo #illya kuryakin #tmfu fic #whumptober my writing #my fic #whump #whump fic

[astaldis]

Chapters: 1/1   Words: 600 Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Whumpee / Reader Additional Tags: Whumptober 2023, Whumptember 2023, Whump, Psychological Torture, Satire Summary: Inspired by the following Whumptember and Whumptober prompts: Betrayal, Desperate Measures, Too weak to move; "They don't care about you", "Make it stop", "You're a liar", Psychological, Goodbye Note

"Make it stop! Please, make it stop! Just MAKE IT STOP! All this whimpering and moaning and sighing and sobbing. Gods, I can't take it anymore. They promised there would only be two, but they change it again and again and again and again. Now there are already nine. Nine instead of two, can you believe it? This should be illegal! I'll definitely report them if they do it just one more time. This has to stop! Right now or there will be casualties! If there have not been any yet. The audacity! The cruelty against humanity! Who would do something like this? What kind of hellish person are they? Betraying us like this over and over and over! Do they not care about us, about me at all?

Okay, I could just stop myself. I have to admit that. Nobody is forcing me to do it, to go there every time I see there is a new one. But do they not know that it is torture to not know? To just leave it behind and never find out how it will end? If they will survive or bleed to death or jump off a cliff or have a fluffy ever after? No, I simply cannot bring myself to do that. Once started, abandoning it would be even worse than continuing, no matter how horrendously hard it is. As hard as climbing a mountain top and when you think you will be there soon, you see another, higher one looming ahead and another and another. However, giving up is not an option, no. You struggle and struggle, huffing and puffing, drained, exhausted, almost at your wits end. Now you yourself are whimpering and sobbing and praying to the gods, 'Oh, when will I finally be released?' Soon you will consider jumping off one of the steep cliffs to put an end to the terrible torture, the monstrous misery.

However, if you top yourself now, you will never get there, never feel the epiphany of the moment when you finally, finally, finally see the two numbers that mean everything to you. 10/10 ...

Continue reading on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49993618

#whumptober2023 #no.2 #no.3 #no.9 #no.19 #no.24 #“They don't care about you.” #make it stop #you're a liar #psychological #goodbye note #OC #fic #alt.1 #betrayal #whumptember2023 #whumptember2023 day twenty-one: Too weak to move #whumptember2023 day twenty-five: Desperate measures

[cornchrunchie]

Well, maybe there is something to be said for shades of grey.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens 1 #good omens 2 #edit #aziracrow #gif #poetry #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #taylor jenkins reid #grey #good omens season 1 #good omens season 2 #gomens #id in alt text #my edit

[nonasbirthday]

Clear as mud! But I expect nothing less from a Homestuck 🫡

#this is a fine and perfectly reasonable way to have ordered groups of nine relate to each other :) #this took me way too long to make and i know people are gonna come into my notes and tell me what i got wrong #which is fine lol there are many smart folks here #i am not budging on Anastasia being responsible for the 'reconstruction' step though. TWICE in GTN the Ninth is linked to reconstruction #and i think the fifth preserves the spirit (step 1). #perfunctory image id in alt text #the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #the locked tomb spoilers #nonasbirthday #enumeration in the locked tomb

[evenlyevi]

Girls' night

#original #illustration #digital art #purple #lavender #clutter #witchy vibes #mirror #plants #hands #id in alt text #image description in alt text #another one for you purple lovers out there #ive been looking at so many of these ornate little items lately i just had to draw some as a way of collecting them in my head #tell me in the tags which one (1) item would you take from here :D #non fandom tag

[comradekatara]

oh book 1 gaang....... my silly rabbits <333

#id in alt text #avatar the last airbender #atla #katara #aang #sokka #art #mart #spent way too many hours drawing this yesterday #and then i looked at it today and was like. okay something is wrong with this. #and then i realized. that sokka was smiling. sokka smiling???? in my book 1?????? #so i just went back and changed it lol #katara and aang being sooooo cute sillygoofy precious angel babies #meanwhile. the struggler. #and i love them all so dearly <3

[sualne]

bonclay time

(timeline)

#one piece #monkey d luffy #nico robin #sir crocodile #bon clay #crocodad au #my art #my comic #described in alt text #i had one (1) comic planned with bonclay but this ask got me thinking about how hilarious the dynamic between out and proud genderqueer #bonclay vs closeted trans man croc is. even thought they never meet face to face. croc must get nervous sweats at first hearing luffy #saying 'okama' because of bonclay. with time he gets used to it/no longer feels like a slur to him.

[jelluf1sh]

౨ৎ — alt. ending!

there were few things gojo loved about life. a handful of simple joys that made his — frankly, tiring — existence as the world’s strongest sorcerer just a pinch better.

one of them was your face. a vague first, and he knows that, but that doesn’t change his answer.

“satoru, look. look how many there are!”

look at you, fascinated with something as simple as jellyfish, your eyes illuminated by the blue luminescence of the bubbling tank, your palms pressed to the glass as if you’d never even heard of a sea creature before. he’d never given a second thought to things like that, but he’d buy you the entire aquarium to keep that smile on your face.

“mhmm,” he murmurs, "real pretty.” not once had he taken his eyes off you. even with six of them, he could never get tired of the way your cheeks stretch and your lips show off your teeth.

the second thing was the way you looked at him.

or maybe, he'd told himself countless times, times late at night when his thoughts raced with you, times when he felt his heart ache and pull against his ribs, begging his lips to spill words that his brain told him to keep in, maybe you look at the whole world like that. he wouldn’t be surprised if you did. the way your eyes gleamed when you stared at something you loved — satoru gojo never thought he could be jealous of an inanimate object until he met you.

the third thing was the fact that you didn’t know how he felt. it was a bittersweet, slightly addicting feeling, like candy with a sour coating and a sugary aftertaste. he’d thought out how to tell you: that was why you were at the aquarium right now, though he’d disguised the very obvious date as another hangout when he’d first texted you.

“i didn’t know there were so many different kinds,” you continued to ramble, your hands still pressed to the tank. then you turned to him with that look. that look of wonder. like a child — and gojo hated children, but when you looked at him like that…

“do you think we’re jellyfish in some other life?” such a stupid, random question, and yet his heart pounds, and he prays you can’t hear it. white lashes flutter under his sunglasses, all six eyes focused on the shape of your lips as they push out sweet words. the strongest sorcerer, prodigy of the gojo clan, reduced to something of an elementary school kid with a life-sized crush.

“…yeah,” he mutters, clearing his throat awkwardly when his voice nearly cracks. “yeah, probably.”

the rest of that day was spent in a comfortable bubble, just you and gojo, wandering around staring at fish. it was simple, and he’d not have it any other way. for a few hours, he could forget about it all, take in your face and feel his tiredness die out like a bad dream.

...satoru gojo swore the gods must have hated him.

he couldn’t even lift the tarp. it was white, practically red now that unimaginable amounts of blood had soaked it through. your eyes were closed now, courtesy of him — because you deserved to rest in peace, and because he couldn’t bear to see the fear preserved in them as you lay there on the table. as a reminder that he wasn't there to save you.

'killed in action'. three fucking words, and his world was turned on its head.

if had he known the aquarium was the last place you two would've been happy together, gojo would've given anything to make that day last just a few minutes longer, so he could spill his guts, pour his heart out, told you that you could be jellyfish in your next lives like he should have.

but in the end, you died without ever knowing he loved you.

#gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #꒰🪼꒱ jelly writes. #jjk angst #jujutsu kaisen angst #gojo angst #if this gets 1k likes i'll make an alt ending /srs #user jelluf1sh actually posting real writing ?!!1!?? #drabble #jjk drabbles

[u3pxx]

Kim my friend Kim in "throne"?

[color palette reqs] top 10 illustrations that fail to hide the fact that this artist was down HORRENDOUS orz

like what i do? support me on ko-fi! | timelaspe below read more!! :^D

also, i recorded the timelaspe too bc i thought it'd be neat to see! :^] that did mean i wasn't allowed to draw in a bigass canvas like i usually do pfttt

#disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #sunnysideanswers #anonymous #sunnysidedraws #palette reqs ... round 1! #id in alt text #described #sunnysidedisco

[polarisbear]

more dweebs (Very detailed image description below.)

a drawing of grian, ethoslab, tangotek, and smallishbeans. grian is in his season 10 fishing skin and the rest are in different outfits referencing their base themes.

grian is in his fishing skin looking very tired with his fishing rod swung over his shoulder and an ear pierced with a brassy fish hook. he’s a cod hybrid with fin-ears and a stubby tail. behind him blue snail is munching on some leaves.

etho is posing with a neck sheepishly behind his neck and the other resting on his bag. he’s in the postal uniform polo with a green, canadian maple-themed yukata loosely worn and slipping off his shoulder. he has fingerless gloves on under. he is wearing dark red pleated pants and light green heeled crocs. he has a black and red messenger bag with a trellis motif. etho is an arctic fox hybrid with brown legs and streaks through his hair. doodles below show what his paws look like under the crocs and one shows him posing with a note saying “ties up sleeves.” above him another note reads “streaks bc his winter coat is shedding.”

tango is posing confidently with a wrench. he is in the postal uniform polo, with chunky brown and orange gloves and boots, topped off with red, pinstriped overalls. one strap is not around his shoulder, and on the belt around the overalls they carry a small bag, a screwdriver, and a vial of redstone. he has on brown goggles with blue lenses. tango has fire for hair and pointed ears. above him there’s a doodle of the messenger bag that’s secured on his back. it shows how the orange straps tuck over the whole outfit and lead to a dark red and pinstripe blue bag with cog detailing.

joel is giving an indignant pose like he’s complaining. he is wearing a black undershirt that fades out into his light green claws, a pink kimono with only one sleeve of cherry blossom patterns, and a dark grey vest and cherry blossom-patterned obi tie it off. the vest has a cherry blossom crest on the back. joel also has on dark pink pants with a cherry blossom motif on the bottom and on his left arm there’s a bracer with a screen built in. crawling all over the undershirt there are cybernetic patterns connecting joel’s skin through to the undershirt. joel is a tanuki, hence why he has a leaf on his head. around joel are doodles showing the crest on the back of his vest and the pattern on the sleeve.

#hermitcraft #grian #ethoslab #tangotek #smallishbeans #art archive #image id in alt text #LORD okay another set done #i’ll post the mail team together at some point but i wonder if you can figure out what their uniform is :) #uhhhhh tanuki joel is Directly from #melloz heist #maybe i’ll make a doodle comic later #but bc etho is in such a warm biome his winter coat is shedding #so he’s a lil brown #didn’t draw it but the base of his tail is also brown #ik bird grian is popular #but i think a cod fishman fishing is way funnier #oh and the cherry blossom theme with joel is 1) cherry magic mountain and 2) lizzie pink :)

[couch-house]

yippee knuckles comic done! wanted to try several things: tell a story in 4-7 pages, attempt to style layouts and writing a bit more like stc comics, and lump my "knuckles raised unknowingly by the m.e." headcanons together. mixed results I think but I still think it turned out nice :)

#sth #knuckles the echidna #sonic the hedgehog #fanart #can you see how i picked up and lost steam over the course of this lol #anyway the basket is not actually a hc thats . a silly #pages 1 5 and 6 were originally the only ones I had strong ideas for #everything else was just. attempting to connect things #i took sooo long making an actual thumbnail script for this and i still needed to change the last panels at the last second lol #also um the layouts def look better when starting the pairing from 1+2 but. #for posting reasons i wanted pg 1 on its own #okay thats all I have to say i think <3 #id in alt text #comic

[itsdefinitely]

one more doodle for today

#i saw one (1) post about prismo doing this whenever he got flustered and my eyes have been opened #so i say he does this whenever he gets overwhelmed #id in alt text #prismo the wishmaster #scarab the god auditor #fionna and cake #fionna and cake spoilers #adventure time #definitely art #prohibitedwish

[dailykafka]

— March 1, 1915 / Franz Kafka diaries

#March 1 #march #1915 #franz kafka #daily kafka #franz kafka diaries #quotes #alt text

[g1ngerbeer]

created by love & unmade by it

#id in alt text #my art #dw #doctor who #tenth doctor #dr who hanahaki #this is barely hanahaki-like anymore but i dont care. it is to me. in spirit. god FUCKING bless. #tenth doctor platonic hanahaki concept has me in a chokehold btw. dont ask me about it i couldnt explain if i tried #u see the vision though. right. #i consulted one (1) flower meanings site and decided that was enough sorry if somebody disagrees lol #cw blood #<- tiiny bit #flower list is in reblogs now!! if anybody is curious :D

[blitzwhore]

Them again. What can I say? They're so memeable it hurts 😂

#helluva boss #Blitzwhore shitposts #blitz helluva boss #helluva boss blitz #agent 1 helluva boss #helluva boss meme #helluva boss memes #helluva boss incorrect quotes #helluva boss as textposts #image description in alt

[deermouth]

transparent little guy trying not to have a panic attack, for all your transparent-little-guy-trying-not-to-have-a-panic-attack needs (??)

#why? because i can #dungeon meshi #thistle dungeon meshi #desc in alt text #actual why is because i took a gummy last night and became 1. emo about him and 2. enamored with the 3px eraser and magic wand tools #in photoshop. just wizard high going ham. anyways. #dungeon meshi spoilers