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whump-side · 4 months
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Shot by an arrow compilation for @whumpers-monthly
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aceofwhump · 4 months
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The Silencing starring Nikolaj Coster-Waldau
For @whumpers-monthly Shot with an arrow
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iolausian-fields · 4 months
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ʜᴇʀᴄᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏꜱ s2e07 - The Mother of All Monsters
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whumpers-monthly · 4 months
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Issue no 24:
Shot by an arrow
Sometimes it's just more fun to shoot your whumpee with bow and arrow instead of a gun.
This prompt was submitted by an @silvermoon-scrolls.
Thank you very much for this prompt!
Share your best posts with us. Tag your posts with #whumpers-monthly and #issue no 24   If you make a gifset for the prompt, please also add the tag #whumpedit  
If you already made a post that fits this prompt, reblog that post and tag @whumpers-monthly
Please add the name of the whumpee and the movie or show your content is from.
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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗔𝗹𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝘆 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻𝘀 1x01 - It's a Kind of a Birthday Present
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erdarielthewhumper · 3 months
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For @whumpers-monthly's this january's prompt! A bit shorter this time bc I haven't really had a lot of writing juices recently, but eh, it's whump nonetheless!
When the arrows began to fly, the first one hit Meldie. She never had the time to notice, to react, to attempt to protect herself. One moment, she was riding along near the back of the caravan, half-dozing in the saddle, since it wasn't her watch. The next, pain like a lightning bolt lanced through her.
Before she knew what had happened, everything was already exploding into chaos. She tried to draw her sword, but pain flared up through her right side and her arm. She glanced down; an arrow-shaft stuck out of her side, just a little below and in front of her arm, sunken into the part of her that her breastplate could not protect.
Even so she grasped her sword, and urged her horse to ride down the nearest enemy, striking at others with her blade. Her warrior's instincts led, the noise and chaos drowning out any conscious thought.
Pain was nothing new, and easily pushed aside. The only way out of the battle was through, in any case. She half-forgot about the arrow as she hacked through enemy after enemy.
But though her mind could push the injury aside, her body could not. Second by second, it was harder to breathe, harder to lift the sword, the edges of her vision were getting blurry, the sounds of battle distant and distorted.
Again she lifted her sword, but this time the movement jerked her out of balance. Someone grabbed a handful of her hair, and she cried out, but hardly a sound came from her mouth. The cry turned into a cough, she tasted blood, hardly even noticing as she was pulled down from the saddle and crashed into the hard, frozen ground.
She lay there, dazed, as the battle raged around her. All she could do was gasp for air and cough, each cough bringing up thick ribbons of red blood. The world was a blur of color and movement and incomprehensible noise...
No! she would not die here! Some last part of her mind struggled to rouse her, grasping desperately for something to hold onto, but it was all it could do to hang onto the last remnants of consciousness.
The pain had melted away, it was dull and distant now, but the tightness in her chest hadn't gone anywhere. It seemed she could hardly draw air into her lungs, and she felt, vaguely, that it should have worried her, but she could hardly bring herself to care...
There were voices, above her, and movement in her fading vision, but she could make no sense of it. She was grabbed by the arms, and that finally sent another jolt of blinding pain through her, and that, finally, dragged her down into darkness and oblivion.
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astaldis · 3 months
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@whumpers-monthly​     @whumpuary​
Chapters: 1/1   Words: 169 Fandom: Wiedźmin | The Witcher Series - Andrzej Sapkowski Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Characters: Maria Barring | Milva, Geralt of Rivia, The Hansa | Geralt's Company Members (The Witcher) Additional Tags: poem, iambic hexameter, Spoilers for The Lady of the Lake, Shot by an Arrow, whumper's-monthly issue no 24, Stygga Castle
Summary: At Stygga Castle Milva saves the Hansa - at a very high price. A poem in iambic hexameter.
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watcher0033 · 10 months
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Y’all, the Archive admins are made up of VOLUNTEERS. And they have been working for 12-13 HOURS STRAIGHT.
I better not hear any complaints when donation period comes around. OR ELSE.
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cosplay by @woahchriswoah on Twitter
EDIT: How do we show appreciation to the volunteers? For me reading these deep dives on OTW issues u guys apparently it's been said multiple times that one of their objective statements is to have paid staff for ao3 and there's a surplus of donations they haven't used up or the other community solutions that needs to address. For those more financially literate feel free to analyze, snipe me or add to the discussion etc. linked here by deepa. They’re cool and these yearly analysis they did aint no joke.
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But Seriously what can we do for these volunteers? The probable burn out from this entire fiasco would be no joke. @ao3org
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fandom-trash-goblin · 2 months
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Let me tell you a story. It goes like this: my father is the worst man alive, and i am his favourite daughter
— on fathers, mirrors, and unwanted inheritances.
twitter user @/yesindeeder // Doomed From The Beginning - written by @/veniennes on tiktok // in image // I Would Leave Me If I Could- Halsey // in image // in image //nimmieamee on ao3 // Ptolemea, Ethel Cain // Benjamin Alire Sáenz - Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe // in image // evansville from tumblr user filmnoirsbian // Snow and Dirty Rain - Richard Siken // Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong, Ocean Vuong
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m4nicpsych0 · 2 years
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abandonment issues slayyyy
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bey-life · 2 months
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popcosmi · 28 days
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i’m girls (im sad again guys)
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iolausian-fields · 3 months
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ʜᴇʀᴄᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅᴀʀʏ ᴊᴏᴜʀɴᴇʏꜱ s3e13 - Encounter
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yaralulu · 2 months
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You ever think about how rhys and tamlin never mention any past lovers.yeah because they were each others past lovers.The tamsand agenda is so real to me like there’s no heterosexual explanation for their relationship.Tamlin keeping those illyrian knives after 500 years? gay.Rhys regularly visiting tamlin to help him when it is absolutely not part of his job? gay.
With Tamlin, it was more complicated than that. More complicated than I let myself usually dwell on.
This line from acofas ??It should be so easy for rhys to hate tamlin and yet …he doesn’t 🤔.like what is the straight explanation for that .Tamlin and rhys could be the most tragically written star-crossed lovers if sjm only had the balls to do it 🗣️.
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barrenclan · 10 months
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"Issue #24: Lost in a Haze"
Oh! What's that? Another POV? Yes, it's true! Rainhaze gets his turn in the narration. It was a lot of fun to explore his mind, though it's easy to over-write. Rainhaze is very rambly.
I also hope you enjoy getting a peek into Defiance's inner workings. I will elaborate a bit more on the branch system and hierarchy in some bonus posts eventually, but there's nothing outside the comic that's required for understanding it simply by reading the issues.
Since Rainhaze jumps around in time a lot via his scattered mental state, for ease of reading I'll just state that pages 5 & 6 take place directly after the end of Issue 24, i.e. when Rainhaze killed the fox and Ranger confronted him.
Previous < > Next
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astaldis · 4 months
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@whumpers-monthly​       @whumpuary​
Whumpee: Cahir
Fandom: The Witcher (TV)
Chapters: 11/12   Words: 24,304 Rating: Mature  Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence Relationships: Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach & Gallatin Additional Tags: Developing Friendships, Friendship, Gallahir, Stitches, Scars, Fainting, Exhaustion, Fever, Fever Dreams, Sickfic, Fire, Nightmares, Concussions, Hurtcember, Hurtcember 2023, Whumpcember, Whumpcember 2023, Bad Things Happen Bingo, big brother instinct, cornered, Hiding, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Whump, gallatin whump, Cahir Mawr Dyffryn aep Ceallach Has a Bad Time, pre-season 3, Drowning, Animal Attack, Banter, Crutches, Swearing, Shot by an arrow, blood loss, Whumpuary 2024 Series: Part 1 of Cahir & Gallatin fics
Summary: After having been ambushed by humans, Gallatin is seriously wounded. Lucky for him, not all humans hate elves. It's not all that easy for Cahir to fulfil his dangerous mission in the Nazairean highlands either. - This is the story of how Gallatin and Cahir meet for the first time. (Set shortly after Emhyr defeated the Usurper in 1260.)
Written for Bad Things Happen Bingo, Whumpcember 2023, AMonthOfWhump's Winter Whumperland, Whumpers-Monthly issue no. 23  & 24, Hurtcember 2023, Merry Whumpmas and Whumpuary prompts.
Excerpt from chapter 11:
"Down!" Cahir shouts, flinging himself at Gallatin. They tumble to the ground, the deadly arrow, instead of inserting itself in the elf's abdomen, piercing a hole in Cahir's shoulder.
"Shit!" Cahir curses through gritted teeth as pain explodes from the injured spot. "I want that man, alive!"
"I'll get him," Gallatin growls. "Will you be OK?" He looks at the arrow sticking out of his friend's shoulder worriedly.
Cahir nods. Although his shoulder hurts like hell and blood is seeping from the wound and running down his left side and arm, he knows it is not a lethal injury and can wait a little longer. He has full use of his right arm still and can swing a sword with it. They have to win this fight, and better sooner than later. No time to be sick ...
Read the chapter on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51654421/chapters/133277140
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