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sequinsmile-x · 10 months

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Sweet Nothing - Chapter 1 - The Question

A series of one shots mini fics of our favourite idiots in love to celebrate my birthday, along with all the other July birthdays in the fandom <3

The master list can be found here!

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Hi friends!!

This is the first of the prompts I received for my birthday celebration. I've changed the date you can submit them to until the end of the week (9th July) and you can submit them here!

I am going to try to keep them to around 1k - 1.5k words each (lol) but we'll see haha

So far I have received 24, and will write them as and when I can over the next several weeks.

The prompt for this first one was "get over here", and the anon who requested it had their birthday yesterday - so happy belated birthday!! I hope you enjoy this <;3

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Words: 1.5 k

Warnings: none.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

He’d always known that she was a terrible sick person.

He remembered once, when she was relatively new to the team and still desperate to prove herself, she’d shown up to the bullpen full of cold. She was irritable, her temper short as she insisted that she was fine even though it was evident that wasn’t the case, right up to the moment he had sent her home.

She’d told him since, after they’d become friends but before they got together, that she’d spent the entire journey home cursing him out at the top of her voice until she’d had to pull her car over because of a coughing fit.

There had been moments when she was in Paris, where she did the bulk of her recovery from what Ian had done to her, when he wondered how she was doing. If she was driving the French doctors crazy as she insisted she could do things herself even when she clearly couldn’t. He asked her about it on their first night together, his hand resting over the large scar just below her rib cage. She smiled softly as she told him about her physical therapist, who she had nicknamed ‘Monsieur Ratched,’ a tone to her voice that let her know exactly what she thought of the man who had helped her body work again.

He’d always known that she was a terrible sick person, but he had never expected her to be clingy. Insistent on being wherever he was, her face pressed into his neck or her head in his lap as she laid next to him.

It had taken him by surprise the first time she didn’t feel well after they got together. She had a stomach bug, something she initially claimed was food poisoning from one of Dave’s pasta nights before Aaron pointed out he had eaten the same as her and was fine, and she was grumpy. He’d gone over to hers to make sure she was ok, expecting her to tell him to leave her alone, but she’d wrapped herself around him, her hand grasping at his shirt sleeve when he mentioned he’d leave her to sleep.

He liked it. He liked that she needed him, that she allowed herself to need him. Something he knows she hasn’t done with anyone in a long time, if ever.

It’s how he finds himself in their living room, curled up on the couch with Emily’s head in his lap and her hand on his knee as they watch Casablanca together in their pjyamas.

Jack was the one who had come home with the flu having caught it at school and he was all about Emily when he was sick. He’d snuck into their bed and slept between them. Early one morning, Aaron had woken up alone in their bed and had gone to look for them, searching their house for his family. He’d found them downstairs, cuddled up on the couch with The Wizard of Oz on TV. Emily smiled at him and explained watching classic movies always made her feel better when she was sick, and The Wizard of Oz was the only one she could think of that was child appropriate.

Emily sniffs, her nose blocked, and then she groans, the sound immediately turning into a cough. He rubs the hand that had been resting on her back up and down it, whispering reassuring words to her as he helps her sit up so she can get over the coughing fit.

“You’re ok, sweetheart,” he says, continuing to rub circles on her back, “You’re ok, I’ve got you.”

She moans as the coughing fit passes and then leans in towards him, resting her head on his shoulder, “Jack is so lucky I love him and that he’s cute,” she complains, her voice rough and congested.

Aaron clears his throat to cover a laugh, well aware that even when this sick she wouldn’t thank him for laughing at her, and he turns his head to kiss her forehead, “We’re both very lucky that you love us, Em,” he says, grimacing at the temperature of her skin before he pulls back, “I should go get you some more meds.”

“Not yet,” she mumbles, laying back down to place her head in his lap, curling up into his embrace, “I want to lay here a little longer.”

“It will just take a minute-”

“In a little while,” she cuts him off, her irritation slipping through, and she shifts to look up at him, sniffing again, “You’ll get the meds and then you’ll realise I need to eat with them so you’ll make dinner, and before I know it an hour will have gone by, so I just want to lay here.”

“Ok, sweetheart,” he promises her, his hand on the top of her head as he plays with her hair, “We can just stay here.”

He looks at her, and even though she’s sick, he doesn’t think she’s ever looked more beautiful. The combination of her smile and her bright red nose from where she’d been blowing it for days and her paler-than-usual skin, free the words he’d had trapped in his chest for weeks.

“Marry me.”

It takes a moment for what he’s said to register, but when it does she chokes out a laugh, her mouth dropping open as she shakes her head, “This is the perfect moment?”

They’d spoken about it before they’d bought the house. Marriage was something they both wanted, something that felt like the next natural step for them. They both wanted it all. Marriage, kids, a long and happy life together. After everything, they both deserved it. She knew he had a ring, he’d teased her about it more than once, claiming he’d hidden it somewhere she’d never find it, and he’d told her he wanted to wait until the perfect moment to propose.

He chuckles softly, and continues to move his fingers through her hair, playing with the soft strands of it as she looks up at him incredulously.

“Yes,” he says, his smile widening as she rolls her eyes at him, “It is the perfect moment.”

She shakes her head at him and sits up, shifting so she’s sitting in his lap, her arms around his neck as she looks at him, “Me being unable to breathe through my nose with a mild fever is the perfect moment?”

He shrugs one of his shoulders, “Every moment with you is perfect,” he says, smiling as she shakes her head, “I was looking at you and I realised I want to take care of you for the rest of my life. I know you don’t need looking after, that you’re more than capable of-”

“Yes.”

He stops, his mouth still open as she cuts off his explanation, a wide smile on her face. “Yes?”

She nods and she cups the back of his neck, her fingers caught up in the short strands of his hair, “Yes, I’ll marry you.” She replies, and she chuckles as he leans forward to kiss her, pulling back from him, “Honey, I’m sick.”

“Sweetheart,” he says, holding her in place, “You’ve barely been more than a couple of feet away from me in days, if I’m going to get it that ship has sailed,” he says, capturing her lips in a kiss, smiling when she responds, kissing him once more before she pulls back, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” she replies, leaning into him to hug him, sighing as he wraps his arms around her. “Can I see the ring?”

He chuckles as he pulls away, his eyebrow raised as he looks at her, “You looked for it, didn’t you?” He asks, and the way she avoids his eye contact, her cheeks pinking up for the first time in days, tells him everything he needs to know. He kisses her once more before he shifts out from underneath her, “I told you that you’d never find it.”

She watches as he walks towards the kitchen before she hears a cabinet open, followed by the sound of pans clanking against each other. He walks back into the living room, a small black box in his hand.

“You hid it in the kitchen?” She asks, raising her eyebrow at him, and he smiles as he shrugs at her.

“In the pots and pans cabinet,” he says, “I knew you’d never look in there.”

“Get over here,” She scoffs, but any further response is cut off as he sits back next to her and opens the box and the ring is revealed to her. She bites her lip and looks at him, her eyes shining.

“Ask me again.”

Aaron smiles, his heart beating wildly in his chest even though he knew the answer, “Emily Prentiss, will you marry me?”

She kisses him before she rests her forehead against his, a tear escaping past her lashline, as she repeats her answer, the only answer she could ever have.

“Yes.”

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syasyajcllm · 8 months

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Aaaand... Here's some of my REALLY old TF2 art from 2017 and 2018. Maybe someone will recognise me from it. (Doubt it xD)

cw: a lot of tearjerker words, mentall issues and kinda mentions of violence (?)

I’ve always wondered how cyclical history is. Six years has passed and I had returned to the most grotesque, both silly and peculiary wise fandom in my entire life (dare I say it). Back then, I was a socially awkward minor clinging to any chance to go deeper into the pointless escapism. Anyways, I was stuck in a frustration about having to set my career preferences already. It went so bad that after six (maybe seven??? i actually lost count) hospitalisations my doctor diagnosed me with paranoid schizophrenia. Nevertheless, slowly but surely, things were getting better. I got therapy and found out that I was misdiagnosed which is sadly not uncommon in Russia. I tried out so many medications only to find out that all of these were pointless. What a lame. Then, I tried to go back in time and recover my memories which was disrupted because of treatment I didn't even need. And I was pleasantly surprised how much tender teenage love I put into every art, every shape on the pic dedicated to TF2.

Back now, I recall how much emotions, communication and happiness this fandom gave me. And I'm so glad that it was not abandoned and forgotten like an average old (but gold) game and comics. By the way, my OC blonde soldier with facial scars went through this with me and I still adore him as well as my other 9 mercenaries. :) His name is James Tiberius Rourke and someday I'll make a post about him and other in those motley crew.

Back to the theme. I'm 21 now and I want to try almost the same experience but from another angle. I never needed to self-reproach about who am I, I never needed to put myself onto pressure, I just need to have fun and look at dirty rude and partially illiterate gravel war pigs and constantly say "aww, they're so cute when hysterically smiling after tearing someone's spine apart 🥺". Unlike in the past, now I have a measured personal life, a large circle of acquaintances and friends and a lot of prospects in the future. Six years in one fandom is actually my record and by the active return I felt refreshed. I hope my love to the game, the comic and its community will last forever.

#long reads #personal #expressions #team fortress 2 #digital illustration #tf2 oc art #James Rourke #tf2 fem #tf2 medic #tf2 soldier #tf2 #tf2 ocs #tf2 sniper #tf2 cats #tf2 scout #tf2 pyro #syasya art

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superdillin · 1 year

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I deleted my old Tumblr because I was still a sex worker back then and posted about it and got freaked out when the new rules came through.

But I've been on this absolute nonsense site for so dang long. I wrote dorianmancer fics and sold homemade sending crystals to mutuals in between crack theories about doctor who.

I started my trans journey on here thanks to fandom circles I was apart of and found community on here.

It isn't quite the same as when I left, and I think I forgot how to /be/ here but it still feels a little homey.

#personal

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leiathewarrior · 11 days

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20 Questions for Writers

tagged by @theglasscat. I decided I don't really mind if anyone who knows me in real life sees this, so, here we go. Thanks!

1. How many works do you have on A03?

I have 22!

2. What is your A03 word count?

It's 66,612 but that's not super accurate because it includes a fic that I'm listed as a co-author on but didn't do most of the writing for. So the actual number is something like 25,000 lol

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Lots of various versions of Sherlock Holmes (the Paternoster Gang, Geordi and Data from Star Trek, etc.) I have a few older fics from the Carmilla days, and some newer ones from Psychonauts and Professor Layton.

4. What are your top 5 fics by Kudos?

The Perceivers - Data/Geordi, Star Trek TNG [2014]

and all your streetfighting years won't help you anymore - Jenny/Vastra, Doctor Who [2017]

Adoration - Jenny/Vastra, Doctor Who [2020]

Cold - Jenny/Vastra, Doctor Who [2014]

but got it just don't get it - Jenny/Vastra, Doctor Who [2018]

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! It might take me a while, but I'll literally put "respond to A03 comments" on my to-do list if I get the email notification.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

what makes love the exception? - Jenny Flint/Madame Vastra, Doctor Who [2018]

I was clearly going through something with this one but I have no idea what it was. There was supposed to be another story that would resolve the angst but I never got around to it. So now they're stuck like that forever! Oh well.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i'll drive us into outer space / where we can't hear what people say - Bob Zanotto/Helmut Fullbear, Psychonauts 2 [2021]

I'm a sucker for gay old men with angsty time gaps / fake deaths. I was glad to write something happy for these two beyond what was explored in the game.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nah but I'm sure it's just because I've never been big enough.

9. Do you write smut? If so which kind?

Not really sure what "which kind" is getting at here. But yeah absolutely. Write the fic you want to see in the world. I started writing fic because I never could find the specific scenarios I wanted. And if that gives me a reputation in certain circles for being horny, so be it 😅 (also, my top fic by hits is "Jenny's on her period when Vastra eats her out" that I wrote at nineteen years old, so, y'know. it brings the hits.)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest crossover you've ever written?

Generally no, but 60 for 60, where I put the Paternoster Gang in the Sherlock Holmes canon, is technically a crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. I have had a Steam guide stolen. The instant I posted it, it was immediately farmed by a bunch of AI gamer guide sites, which was annoying and apparently impossible to prevent.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, I had a fic translated into Russian once! Unfortunately I found out while writing this post that it looks like it's been taken down.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, sort of. I've discussed prompts and ideas with friends and heavily encouraged them to write.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Jenny Flint and Madame Vastra from Doctor Who

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Oof. I usually won't post a fic unless it's complete. When I started 60 for 60 (a Sherlock Holmes fandom tradition) I thought it would be a fun writing exercise to try to say something interesting in only 60 words. But I also wanted to fully reread each story in order to write about it, and that's been a process. I'll get around to it eventually.

16. What are your writing strengths?

My fics are usually on the shorter side because I enjoy concise characterization and dialogue snippets. Also, I love pulling together lots of different metaphors, connections, and references to other media.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Any sort of plot whatsoever. I don't know that I've ever come up with an original character, either.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

If I'm reading it, much like with song lyrics, my eyes will just skim right over it. I don't mind. I don't think I've tried it myself though.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I think this is technically Sherlock Holmes, although I used to write wizard rock (Harry Potter fan music) back in the good old days of like. 2011 and that probably also counts

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I think favorite fic to read and favorite fic to write are two different things; I'm going to interpret this as the one with the best writing process:

Sontar the Brave! A challenge to myself to beat the horny allegations and also write Strax-centric fic, because I completely ignored him everywhere else and felt bad. It's not the fic that I think has my strongest writing, but it was a lot of fun to do and came together very quickly compared to my other works.

I'm not going to tag anyone else here because I don't know anyone that'd be interested who wasn't tagged already, but thanks again @theglasscat! Always nice to revisit my stuff.

#me #paternoster gang #ask game #fanfiction #20 questions for writers #tag game

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domestikhighway58 · 1 year

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✨ 2022 Writing Year In Review ✨

Thanks to @spencer-reids-adventures for tagging me! Woo!

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 58 (LOL UNINTENTIONAL)

2. Word count posted for the year: 1,099,815

3. Fandoms I wrote for: Criminal Minds, Harry Potter, Parks & Rec (but yo, I don't really count those last two)

4. Pairings: Luke Alvez/Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotchner/Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Spencer Reid/The BAU Team, couple random outliers in there somewhere. Feel blessed I didn't drop any of my 4 Jeid fics in public.

5. Story with the most:

Kudos: Casimir Pulaski Day with 536

Bookmarks: Casimir Pulaski Day with 262

Comments: And again! Casimir Pulaski Day with 151 comment threads (why is sadness so popular?)

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why):

Honestly? My first ever fic and the thing that got me back into writing. The Eyes Have It literally opened my own eyes to writing again after a decade of not touching a keyboard. I did not think I would make it past 1000 words, let alone the 100,000 words that fic inspired. I had never written dialogue seriously before, never come up with any kind of extended plot, never explored character arcs, or even written creatively past a few lines of poetry. I posted that first chapter assuming I would lose interest or my depression would get the best of me yet again but neither of those things happened. I finished the three-part series three months later and made so many amazing fandom friends through that one fic. Even if it's not my most popular or even best-written work so far, it will always be my favorite.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):

OOF. Well, quite a few fit that category but one I'm quite sad about is also just a symptom of my itchy fingers when it comes to writing whatever pops in my head. I deleted it (so sorry) but I plan to return to it one day and make it what I wanted it to be. If you're dying for shitty Highway58 drunkfics, here are these two terrible gems: The Wolf (terrible half-assed attempt at werewolf Spencer, update coming the next time I have whiskey) and my one and only Harry Potter fic, Sequi Mi, where I decided no matter how hard I fangirled on HP in my youth I can't do it anymore now. Maybe one day.

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

My very first few comments on my first-ever fic bolstered my confidence like nothing else could. Some were short, some were so long and detailed that they made me cry. I recall two specific commenters who stuck by that crazy story with inspiration and encouragement and they are now in my circle of online friends I never would have found if I didn't keep writing. <3 Every comment I get is an amazing compliment and every single person who decides to take the time to read my bullshit is a goddamned gift.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard:

Several stories I've completed this year spanned a time of my life that I thought was my lowest point. While writing it out through fic was helpful, it was also an outlet that exposed my issues and forced me to face them. The hardest time for me to write was also the time I probably wrote the most, when I was in that lowest space around this time last year. I felt guilty about it when everything else was going to hell but I kept doing it. Ultimately, exploring this side of my creativity allowed me to overcome some of those massive problems I thought were insurmountable.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

So many. I think I was somewhat surprised to find how much I enjoy writing the OC protagonist from their warped perspectives. I wrote a sadistically evil Doctor, a psychopathic billionaire heiress, and a Wild West warlord this year all within the context of CM and they were SO MUCH fun, I'm sad I killed them all. I also just think it's interesting to explore the potential depths of OCs within the fanfiction genre. So, that was a pleasant surprise when all I anticipated starting on this journey was a new way to explore the characters I already love.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

Ugh. I dunno. Too many words, but here's this from my first OC I still love and miss: Cheers, Caro, you might be in my first OG novel one day:

"Time to make an offering.

The clothes and the phone bundled in her hands, she turned to the door. Walked down the narrow stairs, across the empty hall. Pushed the creaking screen door open against a violent night, the storm which had gathered earlier finally unleashing its fury.

She cradled the phone with the image of those hands frozen, locked against her. Against her. On her. In her. Choking life back into her.

Edging the rusted gate open she entered the garden. The wildness couldn’t compare with home, but it was something. " The Eyes Have It, Chapter 19

12. How did you grow as a writer this year:

I think I've expressed this already elsewhere but... I wasn't a writer at all before this year. I dabbled for years in poetry and songwriting before landing at a point where I assumed my creativity was dead beneath the yoke of daily life and responsibility. When I started reading fanfiction, I was more depressed than I have ever been in my life. I buried myself in the words of others and wished I could even come close to that kind of creative expression. So when I finally sat down to write a story, I outlined something that came nowhere close to the story I ultimately wrote--and that's when I learned it's not about planning or hoping to do it, it's just about doing it. So, if anything, I grew comfortable with the idea that I can write and that I should--for myself. Because it helps.

13. How do you hope to grow next year:

I hope to start finishing my WIPs more succinctly and with a bit more regularity. I do think I need to spend less time writing fanfic and more time honing my other skills. It is difficult to find the delicate balance between doing something for fun and doing it because you feel you need to please others. That's the double-edged sword of writing and posting fics--sometimes you feel the guilt weigh heavy when you let. a story lie there for months without relief. So, I want to probably slow down with my writing and be a little more intentional with it going forward. (Though honestly, that pains me to imagine--I love following the faintest whiff of fresh plot wherever it might lead). I do know I have no plans on stopping now that I've started.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

This is so hard. I've met so many new people this year who have endlessly encouraged and inspired me. Way too many to list here. I will shout out to @foggyblues-ralvez for being the first person to say Hi to me from the fandom (seriously, my dear Mandy, thank you <3). @masterwords, I love you and writing with you has been a fucking honor (also just hi, you should do this if you haven't yet, ily). @spencer-reids-adventures--endless love for your support and comments and the sprints, literally every step of the way. And then I'll shout out @brillianthijinx because darlin' you bring out a side in me I love and am terrified by lol, in the best way. But again, if I were to personally shout out every single person who has made an impact on me and my writing this year this silly thing would be longer than my ao3 wordcount. No one wants that.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

I won't go into detail here, but, yes. I write Spencer as my comfort character. While I sensationalize his issues to suit the story, the emotions are written from repressed experiences I have never explored. Writing is therapy as much as it is an obsession for me.

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

Just start writing. Don't think. Write. Share it or don't. Edit or don't. Just write. Every damn day, if you can.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

Good lord, ALL of them. I hope to finish Casimir Pulaski Day by the end of January. I will be bringing back Signed, Sealed, Delivered in January as well. I want to finish up a few short fics soon and then continue my sequel to Silk Road quite soon. I have several A/B/O fics in the works, including the sequel to Old Town Road. @masterwords and I will of course be continuing our soft Hotchreid saga in Missing Pieces of Sleep. And then, you know, in my spare time I plan to start up part 2 of Finding it Out to explore some complicated Moreid/Hotchreid love triangle stuff within the canon. So, I've got a few things going on, ya.

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read.

@masterwords @eldrai @goobzoop @tobias-hankel @pandorasdreamings @fortheloveofwonderland

#year in review #writing #fanfiction #criminal minds #ao3 writer #2022 #been a fuckin year #hotchreid #spencer reid fanfiction #i might love him #1 million words #of love #and pain

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nehswritesstuffs · 1 year

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How come in some DW circles it’s considered wrong to say that 12 and Clara were intentionally written and performed as a romantic relationship and that this just gets misinterpreted or unnoticed?

So, uh, I was cleaning out my drafts and found a couple of DW/Whouffaldi meta-asks I answered but never published for some reason??? idk why but this has been sitting buried at the bottom of the drafts for, like, over a year and a half, and I feel it's important to post, all things considered. The other one will come later, but that one's only, like, half-done, so it's with any luck. This is going to be long and long-winded, so brace yourselves. There's notations.

So, the thing about Twelve and Clara is that there are many directions from which they got a lot of flack where they should not have, especially in comparison to other Doctor/Companion pairs. Getting to talk with younger fans who were not in fandom at the time, or with generally newer fans who have entered the game late, it is really a puzzle to them, whether they ship it or not, how and why this deep division took place. My perspective is obviously from someone who ships it, but also saw some absolute bullshit go down.

More under cut:

We had, in no specific order:

People wanting Twelve to be mean to Clara bc they hate her (????) and wanted her to be abused until she left

PROFESSIONAL REVIEWS dunking on Capaldi's age as though it's a bad thing (it's not)

People being really grossed out because there is a noticeable age gap between Capaldi and Coleman. Lots of blowback was based on how overdone and predatory older man/younger woman can be, which, true, but overdone and predatory Whouffaldi is not and there was more than nuance missed with this one

The same people from the point directly above forgetting this is a space-fantasy and that the 2000yo alien is making eyes at a 28yo adult, not the 800yo alien making eyes at a 19yo child, BECAUSE ONE OF THESE IS GROSS AND FOR SOME REASON IT WASN'T THE LATTER

Again, when people were writing PROFESSIONAL REVIEWS, they refused to acknowledge that there was even a hint of anything despite the fact that they supposedly both had eyeballs and watched s8/9

Multiple people involved with the show, including Steven Moffat and Jenna Coleman, said there was a deep and intense love between Clara and Twelve. Peter Capaldi basically said as much, but he was much vaguer, which I imagine is mostly because he is very much blissfully married and the awkwardness that might come with that. I don't blame him for such, and although it should be a non-issue, some people use that as backing against the Whouffaldi ship, which is very rude of them.

There were actually really intense ship wars in fandom during s8/9...? Like the Twelve/River fans were fcking fierce when it came to declaring that theirs was the superior ship(1), and then you get the Doctor/Master fans(2) and that entirely separate debacle. I honestly don't know how the Whouffaldi fandom would have survived had it not been for the PCap fandom in general, who were on average much less concerned with ship wars and much more concentrated on quenching their thirst.

There's more, but that gives you a taste into what's gone on. The biggest problem from all of this was that the people who were writing the articles and making the complaints and starting the wars were altogether a very small minority of people who watched the show. However, this tiny group of people, thanks to the specific platforms given to them, were extremely loud. They were able to join forces with the Not-My-Doctors who had long-ceased watching the show(3) to make a larger chunk of "fandom" than they really were, able to artificially inflate the noise, as the NMDs just trusted everything the group of what was essentially hate-watchers said was fact.

Let me tell you: entertainment media is largely interpretative and that was not fact.

With such a loud counter-presence, the Whouffaldi fandom was really sort of loathe to give up easy, and as they reexamined and revisited and overanalyzed the content, we were able to come to our conclusions time and time again. This kind of pissed off the hate-watchers and the NMDs and they dug in their heels. They took a storyline that pushed the definitions of what love is and, when all they have to say is "meh, it's possible, but not my cup of tea", there is repeated denial and insistence on the father-daughter angle(4) as the only angle to the point of being destructive. There were reasons as to why the show was doing poorly in the ratings during the Capaldi years, and it had nothing to do with Whouffaldi, or Capaldi, or Coleman, or Mackie, or Moffat or any of the other "usual suspects'" in a singular form.(5) That instead lies with the Beebus, which has been jerking around the show since 2009(6), and seems to be not doing that again, but ONLY in regards to the "new" showrunner(7) who's getting the show after Chibs and not anything else that's been happening post-2010.

All in all, Whouffaldi as a romantic ship is either seen as a delusional sicko fantasy, or one of the most shat-on romantic ships in the entire show, and to mention one of those opinions in a crowd of the other opinion means that you might just get your ass verbally handed to you. Yeah, it's all fiction and doesn't matter, but the amount of shit that's gone down because of it has drawn distinct lines in the sand and idk if anyone is willing to cross it right now... I mean, especially now, given everything that's happened and this is now a nine-year-old ship that hasn't been represented/acknowledged on-screen for years, but... yeah.

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(1): My personal stance is that Twelve/Clara is the better of the two in general, but that the Twelve/River we got should have been loads better, and I want to know who it was who was making the final calls for THoRS (Moff or someone higher), because I did want to see Twelve/River, bc those actors are just really good, but that episode felt too much like a Monkey's Paw prank to be legit. Best THoRS ending should have been Twelve leading River to their table at the restaurant and there's Eleven, and he gets to spend the twenty-four uninterrupted years with River, but eh what do I know.

(2): As someone with siblings, as well as acknowledging how much weird sibling energy the Doctor and the Master exude over the multiple versions I've seen, please don't come at me with excuses for what would essentially be an incest ship. Just no. I love you all, but some of you are disappointing me with your sins.

(3) It is very common for certain NMDs to have stopped watching at the end of 2009, or, alternatively, after the Ponds left the show. These are often people who have dangerous settings on their nostalgia filters and low amounts of media literacy. This brand of NMDs often are fans of Ten and/or Eleven, claiming they're their favorite "because he's so quirky", despite the fact they were... not... that... quirky... really. Many of them also hate Moffat's writing for [insert reasons here], despite the fact when you ask them to list their favorite episodes, Blink and Girl in the Fireplace are in their top five. They also have an extreme overlap with the fans that the show is attempting to court back with The Second Coming of Russell, despite the fact those fans really be out there wanting more Ten/Wose when that is the horse that even its creator acknowledges has been beaten to death.

(4) I worry for you if you thought that eye-sex Twelve and Clara kept having was how fathers and daughters are supposed to behave. Did you see any glances like that between Twelve and Bill? No? Well guess what: TWELVE WAS BILL'S SURROGATE DAD. THERE'S YOUR FATHER-DAUGHTER STUFF RIGHT THERE.

(5) Ratings, which have been a garbage system of proving a television show's worth since recording via VHS became widespread(1), were effected way more by the fact that there was often shoddy advertising (as though all the budget for the next few seasons went into the 2014 World Tour marketing blitz), weird changes made to the broadcast times at short notice, and the fact that iPlayer/VOD/recordings aren't counted alongside people who tuned in when it was airing. While it's true that consumer watching habits are changing, and that's fine, but the shift was much weaker back in 2014-2016 and that's only the UK ratings. Other countries that got a stable broadcast schedule or people who simply binged tend to have a greater outward acceptance of Twelve, despite the fact their population also will contain NMDs of varying levels.

(5.1) It actually can be argued that the garbage nonsense about ratings has only really been a thing whenever it is most convenient for the people running the television network, considering there are shows that in the past have done poorly and were allowed to continue, and shows that were doing very well with a loyal fanbase and axed for no reason whatsoever, other than some whim of a higher-up at the company. Compare the American shows M*A*S*H (which was actually a disaster in the ratings to start) and Green Acres (which despite not being a top-30 program had enough of a loyal viewership that it should of been saved during the Rural Purge of 1971, but wasn't).

(6) I have reason to believe that the channel that is in charge is just a giant NMD in of itself since Tennant (first) left the show, despite the fact it's their cash cow, based on how they've been making moves deliberately meant to be divisive and tear the show down, all the way back to casting Matt Smith. How effective they were with each move is debatable, but yeah... there's a lot of ways you can say that the channel itself is an NMD, to the point it becomes less of a coincidence and more of an aggressive pattern.

(7) It still both disappoints me and does not surprise me how things have been going lately and it's part of why I'm over in my corner being petty and ignoring what's going on in canon, bc they can't even let Gatwa have his time to shine without being overtaken by overdone and overrated.

#replies #Greyface replies #I'm not going to tag the ship until later to keep it out of the tag #but yikes #I'm a white woman who grew up in a conservative household in the suburbs: I have an inner conspiracy theorist #instead of Q and OWW I have cryptids and how much the Beebus hates DW #much safer and saner that way #but... like... it's so fcking tiring #and although I still love this ship profusely the amount of shat on and ignoring that happens kinda got to me #so like fuck that

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Hi how are you ? Can I ask for a dhawan! Master x Reader x Loki. The reader is the Master's wife but one day she arrives in another universe where she meets Loki and she is attracted to him and the Master finds her but he is angry about Loki.

I'm alright. Had the day off work while my wardrobes were delivered. Glad they all arrived but the flat has once again been taken over by boxes! Hope you're well!

Title: Only One for Me

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You rested your head against the Master’s shoulder as he rubbed circles against it. He pressed a kiss against the side of your head and despite him doing that a thousand times before you could sense the tension behind it. You shifted so you were looking up at him while the Master pointedly looked away.

“What’s wrong?” you asked

The Master’s grip tightened briefly before once again loosening.

“Nothing.” He replied curtly

“You’re lying.”

The Master grunted in acknowledgement and you exhaled deeply.

“I can always tell when you’re lying, hun,” you said, “Remember that. It was one of the things that drew you to me.”

The Master’s lips twitched and he rested his head against yours. You glanced up at him in a mixture of curiosity and worry. The Master raised his other hand and ran it over his face.

“It was that God isn’t it?”

The Master looked down sharply when you spoke. You pursed your lips and reached up to grab the Master’s hand, entwining your fingers together.

“Please,” you pleaded, “I can’t read your mind. Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You found him attractive.”

You froze at the Master’s words, not expecting them. He squeezed your hand briefly before continuing,

“He flirted with you.”

You winced and closed your eyes. You nodded and the Master’s grip tightened on your hand.

“Loki,” you said, “Was very charming.”

“Loki,” the Master spat the name and wrinkled his nose, “I know him. Had the displeasure of meeting him before.”

“But even though he was handsome, I wasn’t swayed.”

You opened your eyes to see the Master looking down at you in a mixture of shock and amusement.

“He was too charming,” you said, “Too handsome. Too fucking slick. He acted like he owned the whole fucking place.”

The Master chuckled and you raised your eyebrows in curiosity.

“You’re probably one of the only humans who haven’t managed to be swayed by him,” he said, “I know I made the right choice.”

“Right choice.”

“With marrying you.”

He gripped you chin and tilted your head back as he pressed a brief kiss against your lips. You smiled against them as the Master pressed your closer to him.

“Although you do have to admit,” you said quietly, “He is very handsome.”

“Indeed he is.”

#fanfiction #doctor who #reader insert #request #The Master #the master x reader #dhawan!master #dhawan!master x reader

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The Forgotten - Chapter 11 'In Which The Story Reaches A New Beginning'

The BeanBean Kingdom has lived peacefully for centuries, due to the wild ocean and towering mountains that surround them. No one being able to get in or out. Which makes it strange when a stranger enters the kingdom, but not in an expected way.

Close to death and with little memories about his previous life, Peasley has to uncover where this 'L' came from. As well as who would want to hurt this confused human.

Fandom: Super Mario & Related Fandoms Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Relationships: Luigi & Mario (Nintendo), Luigi/Prince Peasley Warnings/Additional Tags: Luigi don't remember who he is, AU to Super Star Saga, There will be mentions of torture, PTSD, Bowser's gonna be intense in this, At least far more than in comparison to the games, Mario's a worried older brother, It's a dangerous game of cat and mouse

It was the stark white ceiling that greeted him first. Which was a little off putting, as he’d never given it much thought whenever he walked into the room. He’d intentionally looked up to see the expansive part of the elongated room. Mentally taking stock, Peasley found his left arm felt extremely heavy for some reason. Muddled brain offering the detail that it was the arm that had taken the heaviest damage from attack. Finding that he’s unable to move it as he reaches up to rub the sleep from his eyes.

“Your highness?”

Peasley was alerted to the presence of another. Turning his head to the side, he found it was Mario speaking to him. Sitting at his brother’s bedside with one of Luigi’s hands clasped in his own. Mario looked about as well as Peasley felt. Exhausted with dark circles under his eyes, sickly pale skin. Visible wrappings seen poking out from the provided medical outfit that seemed to make Mario seem small.

Resting on the nearby small table were a pair of red and green hats.

Peasley attempted to speak. Only for his voice to be caught, a harsh cough spilling out first. Peasley allowed himself a few seconds to catch his breath before trying again. “H-How long?”

“Two days. You missed all the excitement.” Mario offered a weak smile that didn’t remain long. The hero gave Luigi’s hand a gentle squeeze before placing it down on the bed gently. “I need to tell Dr. Pinto that you’re awake.”

Peasley didn’t reply. Merely watching as Mario walked to the familiar office and eventually returning his gaze to Luigi. The human was still asleep. No breathing mask needed this time. Luigi was still in poor shape however, both legs were broken and skin was extremely pale. The sheets and medical gown no doubt covering numerous claw marks.

“Prince Peasley.” Dr. Pinto arrived at the prince’s bedside. Peasley’s eyes slowly rose up to said doctor. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired…and I-I can’t move my left arm.”

“Can you feel it?”

“...Not really? It’s sort of numb and heavy…”

Dr. Pinto reached down and took Peasley’s damaged hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “How about this?”

“Kind of…”

“...Alright. Let’s get you sitting up.”

When Peasley was finally able to look himself over, he was terrified by what he saw. His forearm was wrapped up tightly. But it didn’t hide the blackened veins that were peeking out from the dressings. All seeming to throb with every heartbeat. His hands and fingers were a worryingly deep purple. Underneath the white wrappings were black marks that Peasley recognized as the scratches where Kamek’s attack landed.

“I believe the magic is negatively affecting yours. It hasn’t spread past your arm alone, but we’ve not found a way to reverse the effects yet.”

“...Is this going to be permanent?” Peasley didn’t like how fearful he sounded.

“We’re doing what we can.”

The prince let out a slow, shaky breath. Eyes closing as he tried to keep his nerves down. Pointedly looking towards the ceiling as he softly said, “How is my mother?”

“She’s well.”

“The citizens?”

“There were a few losses. But all are recovering well.”

Peasley slowly nodded. His eyes flickering over to Luigi, where Mario had reclaimed his seat once more. “What of Luigi?”

“He’ll make a full recovery.”

“Good… I don’t suppose Queen Bean would be available at the moment?”

Dr. Pinto gave a knowing but gentle smile. “I’ll let her know you’re awake. Please rest.”

He was sure he’d dozed off as the next moment Queen Bean was leaning over him. Eyes unfocused for a second as he looked up. “...H-Hi mom…”

“Hello sweetie, how are you feeling/” Queen Bean's smile was strong, but her voice was shaky.

“...I’m fine…” Peasley winced slightly when his mother attempted to reach for his injured hand. Only for her to freeze and grab the other one, cradling it between her larger ones with ease.

“Dr. Pinto has informed me of what’s happened. I don’t want you to fret. There’s already work put into finding what…what can be done.”

Peasley frowned softly, feeling his hand starting to shake. Realizing it was due to his mother. “Mom, I’m okay.”

Queen Bean had not cried so openly since her husband passed. Tears fell as she leaned over to pull Peasley as close as possible without causing harm. She said nothing, shoulders shaking as she allowed herself to fall away. Cradling her son close in desperation as noises of sorrow echoed in the grand hall.

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It became an unwelcoming familiar situation. Luigi was in a deep sleep (not a coma thankfully, but still unconscious) while the world continued to move on. The addition this time was a new worrying brother constantly by his side.

Whenever Peasley arrived back at the medical wing the day after waking on his own, injured arm in a sling, he would always find Mario in the same place. Right by Luigi’s side, always holding the younger brother’s uninjured hand while he watched on. The hero had been offered a proper room numerous times. But Mario had refused.

It was worrying how quiet the other was.

As the week came to a close, 4 days after Bowser fell, Peasley picked up his comforting activity once more. Walking into the medical wing that morning with a recognizable book tucked under his good arm. Claiming the available seat on the other side of Luigi’s bed from where Mario was.

“Good morning.” Peasley offered the day’s greeting softly.

Mario gave a small nod in return, eyes not leaving Luigi. This was pretty normal. The kingdom learned that Mario was a man of few to no words. So Peasley didn’t find the answer rude or standoffish. It was clear this was the hero coping how he could at the moment.

“Did you sleep well?”

“...It was alright…”

“Has he… Has Luigi…”

“Nothing yet,” Mario replied with a sigh, “Dr. Pinto says he’s doing well, but…”

“I understand.” Peasley answered softly.

Without really thinking about it, the prince reached forward to gently brush his fingers through Luigi’s hair. Hand resting on the human’s shoulder with a look of worry resting on Peasley’s face.

Completely unaware that Mario was watching on with a neutral stance. Conveying nothing, but his eyes shined with a quiet understanding.

Eventually pulling away, Peasley opened the book that had been balancing in his lap. Turning to the first page, he cleared his throat before he started to read, his voice the only thing sounding in the hall. He was only a few lines in when Mario asked, “What are you doing?”

“Ah..reading.”

“...Outloud?”

Peasley flushed softly, realizing this would seem a little strange. Especially out of context. “I…did this before. Dr. Pinto says it helps patients who are in a deep sleep. Um, he said that it helps patients ‘wake up’.”

“...You read to him? Of your own want?”

“Yes, even after he woke up. Luigi…said he liked the sound of my voice.” Peasley knew his cheeks were growing darker, his voice going softer the longer he talked.

“Did it help?”

“I would like to think so. It certainly made me feel better.”

“Like you weren’t just waiting and worrying for something to happen.”

Even with how calm Mario sounded, Peasley could hear the underlying worried tone. The prince slowly nodded before saying, “Yeah, exactly.”

An odd look fell over Mario’s face. One of confused concentration, as if being handed a problem with no clear way to solve it. He was quiet for a few more seconds before asking, “I don’t suppose you’d be interested in swapping? Chapter to chapter?”

Peasley offered a warm smile. “No, I don’t mind at all.”

The day passed by with exchanging the book, each reading one chapter before passing it back until the first book was finished. Taking a small break before starting another…and another…and another. The area around them soon filled with small stacks of books. Moments given to eat, give their throats a rest, and a few small personal stories being swapped.

As the sun began to sink behind the horizon, Peasley closed the latest book and stood. “I apologize. But I have a few more tasks that need to be accomplished before the day ends. I hope you sleep well-”

“Wait.”

Peasley stumbled to a stop, turning to Mario. The hero was watching over Luigi for a few quiet moments. A small smile on his face as he leaned over to place a gentle kiss on his brother’s brow. Whispering something gentle in words Peasley couldn’t understand before he stood to face the prince.

“I don’t suppose you have a bed and room that could possibly be offered?”

A little surprised by this, Peasley recovered quickly and replied, “Of course. Please follow.”

Mario gave Luigi’s hand another final squeeze and followed the prince out. Peasley delivered the hero to a room that was located directly next to the one Luigi had been given. Figuring it would be fitting. Allowing the brother to be close when the younger woke up once more.

“I hope it’s towards your liking.” said Peasley.

Mario laughed softly, walking over to the window. Looking over the view to the large garden. “I’ve slept on the ground before with no coverage. This is a luxury. Thank you.”

“Wonderful to hear. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to-”

“How long have you and Luigi been together?”

Peasley faltered at the sudden question. Heart racing as his eyes landed on Mario’s back. Who hadn’t moved. “I-I’m sorry?”

The hero turned at this, giving a warm smile. “It’s okay, I’m not mad. I just… I’ve clearly missed a lot.”

Peasley slowly nodded, moving to stand beside the human. Both now facing the wide window, the garden showing off its splendor in the middle of a crisis. “About a month and a half… I didn’t mean to keep it a secret. I just…I figured there was enough going on.”

“I know, there was really no good time to talk about this before.”

“When did you figure it out?”

“When we were talking, before we made our place to get Luigi back. Well…I had more of a suspicion that was confirmed in the wing this morning. …You look at Luigi the same as I do when I look at Princess Peach.” Mario’s cheeks became dusted with a light blush.

“...W-Who?”

“The ruler to the Mushroom Kingdom. You’ll be meeting her soon enough.”

Peasley nodded again, falling quiet for a moment before saying, “I’m sorry.”

“I told you, you don’t-”

“No, not that. It’s just… Please don’t tell Luigi this.”

“...Okay.”

“Luigi hasn’t had his memories for months. I feel…I worry that I’m possibly taking advantage of the situation. I care about him so much that the thought of possibly ruining what he may already have, it hurts. There’s also a fear that…maybe I care for a person who I don’t truly know. That he…he’s not who I thought he was. I feel so selfish in wanting to remain in this bubble…”

Peasley crossed his arms tightly around his chest. “I want to keep him, but I know I can’t… That would be a horribly selfish thing to do to him.”

He flinched slightly as Mario undid the death grip Peasley had on his own arms. The prince finds comfort in the allowance of squeezing Mario’s hands instead. The hero seemed unbothered by the sudden grip. “Why don’t you tell me about Luigi?”

“...He’s your brother.”

“But he’s your boyfriend. Tell me about him.”

“...He’s charming, sweet, and kind. He was always worried about someone else’s situation while he was recovering. But he’s also so jumpy, cautious of a lot of things… Curiosity gets the better of him sometimes. He gets along well with everyone. My citizens just love him. They’ll be so happy to know Luigi’s okay…”

“That’s Luigi. Even without his memories, that’s 100% him,” Mario smiled softly, “I can tell you really care about him…”

“...I do. I really, really do… But that doesn’t mean that I can keep him here. You need to take him home. He’ll…He’ll be better with you, healing mentally with his memories. You know him better than I do for who he was and you…you need him. I can tell. I can’t even imagine how you’ve felt during all of this.”

Peasley’s smile weakened slightly as Mario gave a wobbly laugh. “Yeah…Yeah, I’ve missed him.”

“You…don’t sound so sure.”

“Because I’m not. Say what you will about this situation, about how ‘I did what I could’. Peach has been the words that kept my head on straight during all of this. But that doesn’t change the nights I spent staring at nothing. Berating myself over what I should have done differently.”

“You did what you could-”

“Did I? I thought I knew all of Bowser’s tricks. Could hunt him down easily. I wasn’t expecting that his fortress could fly. Didn’t know he could be quiet about his intentions and disappearing act. I believed that he had…some morals. Apparently, that only extends to royalty…”

Peasley frowned softly as Mario glared daggers into his own reflection. “...Probably not all royalty. Pretty sure he was ready to tear me limb from limb.”

Mario was started by that statement, before thinking it over and giving a small laugh. “Yeah, that’s fair…”

“Can I tell you something that’s going to sound a little strange?”

“Uh…yeah?”

“Luigi…doesn’t remember you, but he does.”

“What?”

“When Luigi first woke up, he was certain of two things. One, that the green hat was definitely his. Two, he knew of your name and that he needed to find you. You were the biggest mystery to him. That didn’t seem to matter to him though. Because Luigi knew, even with no solid memories, that he could trust you. Said your name filled him with a feeling of protection and safety.”

“I doubt my words will be able to fully change your mind. And I wish I could provide more comfort. But no matter the condition, Luigi loves and respects you.”

It was quiet after this. Peasley gives Mario this time to reflect and think the words over. Shocked when the human suddenly fell to his knees.

Pealsey followed quickly. Being given another stab of surprise finding tears silently flowing down Mario’s face. His expression was blank and his eyes wide. As Peasley placed a hopefully comforting hand on Mario’s shoulder, a choked sob tore from the human.

Peasley wrapped both arms around the human. Moving slowly to allow for a chance to turn away. But Mario didn’t. Instead reaching out to grip onto Peasley’s arm that was placed around his middle. Unaware of when his own tears started to fall, Peasley leaned forward to rest his forehead against the side of Mario’s.

The evening turned to night without their notice.

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Princess Peach arrived at the BeanBean Kingdom 5 days after Bowser’s defeat. Peasley was a little stunned when said princess rushed out from the still moving carriage. A brown-spotted creature frantically calling out from inside, “Princess Peach, you need to wait!”

Peach, however, took no notice. Reaching Mario in a few steps and pulling him into a tight embrace. The hero reacted quickly by wrapping his own arms around the princess. Peasley diverted his attention away in fear he was watching a private moment.

Instead, his eyes swept over the large army of different color spotted beings. Each carrying a spear and positioned behind the carriage that Peach had arrived in. Speaking of said vehicle, the brown spotted being was now making his descent from it. Straightening his vest out before calmly walking forward. Peasley getting a small hit of familiarity, realizing that the other carried himself like Lady Lima does.

“Your highness,” the other called out, “I believe it would be best to conduct introductions now, don’t you?”

Peach made a small ‘Oh!’ before pulling away from Mario and stepping before the BeanBean royalties. Offering a low curtsy, saying, “I am Princess Peach, current ruler to the Mushroom Kingdom. I thank you for the open and safe passage to your wonderful home.”

“Welcome, Princess Peach, to the BeanBean Kingdom,” Queen Bean said with a wide smile and open arms. “We’re happy to see you arrived safely. Please allow me to introduce my advisor, Lady Lima. As well as my son and heir to the throne, Prince Peasley.”

Peasley placed his hand over his heart and bowed low, hoping he was offering a strong smile. Peach made no indication, but accepted it and offered her own in return. “This is Toadsworth, my advisor and acting guardian. And… well, I suppose you already know who Mario is.”

“Indeed we do. Welcome Toadsworth, and welcome all of you to our fair kingdom. Our soldiers will help yours settle in while we discuss.”

Peach's smile faltered slightly as the group was led into the castle proper. “Thank you… If it’s not too much trouble, may I see him?”

“Of course, it would be no trouble at all.”

Even with how strong and determined Peach carried herself, Peasley watched with a worried frown at how quickly she crumbled upon seeing Luigi. She departed from the group, steady footsteps echoing in the hall as she drew closer to the bed. Placing a hand on Luigi’s pale cheeks.

“...How is he?” She asked, eyes shining.

“Our physician, Dr. Pinto, says he will make a full recovery. He won’t be able to fully assess the damages until L…pardon me. Until Luigi wakes up.” Queen Bean answered.

Peach nodded. If she found the name slip up strange, she made no indication about it. Merely taking Luigi’s hand gently and pulling it up to place a kiss on the back before cradling it against her cheek. Eyes closing, Peach allowed herself a few quiet moments. As if taking the time to comfort herself in knowing Luigi was truly safe. When she collected herself, she placed the hand back down on the bed and faced the group.

Peasley was surprised at how easily the warm smile returned to her face.

“I don’t suppose you have Super Mushrooms here?”

Queen Bean frowned, tilting her head to the side in thought. “I’m sorry, I’m not aware of this item.”

“Oh, it must only grow in- Never mind, unimportant for the moment. Mario, do you still have a few Super Mushrooms?”

“Yeah, I have some left.” The hero replied.

“Perfect! We’ll give him a few bites to see how he reacts. Now, Queen Bean, would you be so kind to share a discussion with me? I believe we have a few things to talk about, kingdom to kingdom.”

As they were leaving, Peasley leaned over to Mario and whispered, “Super Mushroom?”

“It’s a healing item, really strong and is handy in a pinch. Since Luigi’s healing, we can give him a little. It’s been a while since he’s had one. But he should be okay.”

“Ah, okay… How are you feeling?”

“...I just want him to wake up.”

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Well, if the heaviness in his limbs were any indication, he’s been asleep for awhile.

Luigi let out a heavy sigh as he shifted in the bed, face screwed up as he tried to pull himself out of his sleep. The warbled conversation that was muffled in his ears came to a halt as he let out a small groan. He blinked a few times trying to clear the fog. Something pressed against his cheek, causing him to jump slightly. Looking up to find Peasley leaning over him, his smiling face a little fuzzy.

“...Hey Peasley.” Luigi’s voice was rough. But it wasn’t as bad as last time. None of it was as bad as the first time.

Peasley gave a small laugh. His smile was a little shaky as a few tears fell. “Hey Luigi… How are you feeling?”

“Better than before… How long?”

“A few days, better than before.” Peasley didn’t argue as he was gestured closer. Happily claiming the kiss Luigi offered.

They quickly broke apart when someone loudly cleared their throat.

Peasley pulled away quickly, flushed darkly and looked nervous. “Um, Luigi, there’s someone- Well, a few someone’s, who’d like to see you. But we’ll start with one…”

Luigi frowned, clearly confused. Gripping onto the sheet nervously as Peasley stepped away. Revealing another human standing behind him. Dressed in deep blue overalls, a long-sleeved red shirt, and a red cap with an ‘M’ embroidered over the lip. That was resting over curled brown hair. The outfit was familiar from Luigi’s dreams. But now he had a face to match with the rest.

Blue eyes looking back, a bit of a deeper shade than Luigi’s. Same with the mustache, Luigi’s sleek with the other’s a little bushier but still well kept. The other’s face was rounder compared to Luigi’s. Even with these differences, familiarity pulls at Luigi’s memory.

“...Mario?” Luigi voiced weakly.

The other’s face lit up. A wider smile broke out as he moved forward. “H-Hey Luigi, how are you feeling?”

“...Good, I-I guess…”

The smile faltered upon hearing the nervousness in Luigi’s voice. “...Do you remember me?”

“No…I’m sorry…”

Mario’s barely flickering spark of hope caught in his eyes was completely snuffed out hearing this. A brief few seconds of fear and helplessness flashing across his face. Before Luigi could apologize for causing such distress, Mario bounced back. Offering a warm smile and placing a comforting hand on the other’s shoulder.

“Don’t fret, Prince Peasley informed me of what’s been happening. At least you have your name now! Already off to a good start.”

Luigi nodded slowly. “Are you…really my brother?”

“Y-Yeah, we’re twins actually.”

“I can see it.”

“...Did you remember that?”

“Bowser told me.”

Mario took another deep breath, the smile still in place but with added strain. “Right… Sorry that you had to find out that way. I should have been the one to tell you. We’ll just move forward with this, okay?”

“Yeah…okay…”

The following days were a bit of a blur.

Dr. Pinto allowed Luigi to try a sliver of a Super Mushroom. Both were surprised at how well and how quickly everything had healed up. The physician immediately turned to Princess Peach and begged for all the information on these ‘Fantastic fungi’. Claiming that if Beanish people gave positive reactions to the mushrooms they would have a fantastic new tool for the medical field.

More so focused on hoping it would help to heal Peasley’s injured arm. Which was still heavily damaged. The prince promised it didn’t hurt, it was just unnerving at how much he couldn’t feel.

Luigi was a little nervous when first meeting Princess Peach. Even more so when he was pulled into a tight hug. He was expecting at minimum a handshake, she was royalty after all. His face turned a deep red as Peach talked about how happy she was to see him again. Only pulling away when she was informed that Luigi didn’t remember her. Peach suddenly becomes flustered and apologizes for not respecting boundaries. Luigi offers a nervous smile.

While Luigi had been recovering, Peach and Queen Bean had set up treaties and deals between the two kingdoms. Dr. Pinto, Mario, and Toadsworth discuss the use of the numerous power ups and healing items from the Mushroom Kingdom. The physician nodded eagerly as he continuously took notes. Hoping the local greenhouse would be enough to grow their own.

Luigi was given a clean bill of health. Dr. Pinto giving advice on what would possibly help with recovering said memories.

“Smell and sound helps more than just sight alone. Taking him to familiar places and meeting people that have deep connections with Luigi. Showing different parts of his life can help.” Dr. Pinto offered.

Mario still looked unsure about all of it.

Faster than what Luigi wanted, it was time to leave. It was an all-in-agreement understanding that it would be better for him to go back to his former home. Help him with recalling his memories before deciding what the future holds.

The pink carriage was being filled up with luggage. The Toad army on standby, Mario quietly overseeing all as Peach and Queen Bean discussed a few more finer details. Toadsworth and Lady Lima were nearby, but clearly engrossed in their own discussion.

Luigi watched it all from the castle’s large entrance. A mixture of emotions running through his head, hands rubbing together nervously. He knew it was a smart idea to go. His life was back in the Mushroom Kingdom and he wanted to remember it all. But…

“Hey.” Peasley made his presence known, voice gentle. But Luigi still jumped.

“H-Hey.”

“You okay?”

The human frowned slightly. Eyes darting to the carriage before going back to Peasley. “I’m scared. I know I should go, it makes sense. I’m…I’m going home, with my brother, to see familiar people and places… But I feel…I feel safe here.”

Peasley smiled gently and took one of Luigi’s hand in his own. “If we’re being honest here, I want you to stay as well. But that would be selfish of me. What you’ve lost can’t be found here. It’s all for your betterment.”

“I know…”

“We’ll have a carrier, we can write letters to each other. I can come and visit. You can visit here, I’m sure the citizens would love to see you again.”

“...I’m still unsure about all of this.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“Then trust me when I say I’ll miss you like the sun misses the setting moon. But I know that this is better for you.”

Luigi laughed softly, cheeks flushing as he mumbles, “That was so cheesy.”

“And I mean every word.” Peasley didn’t argue as Luigi pulled the prince into a deep kiss. Arms wrapped tightly around the other, foreheads touching when they pulled away.

“I love you.”

Both of their eyes snapped open as they’d gently spoken those three words at the same time. There were a few minutes of stunned silence that hung between them. Until Pealsey broke into a bright smile and claimed another kiss.

“I love you.” The prince said breathlessly, caressing Luigi’s face as the human beamed.

“I love you.” Luigi immediately replied back.

Silence fell again, allowing both to bask in the moment before it was broken. Toadsworth cleared his throat gently. Knowing full well what he was interrupting, appearing sheepish for having to intrude.

“Sorry about this, but we’re ready to leave.”

The panic returned to Luigi’s face, but gave a determined nod. Following the Toad, Luigi and Peasley descended the steps, hand in hand. Lady Lima patted the human’s arm with a warm smile. Queen Bean knelt down to place a motherly kiss on Luigi's forehead.

“Know that you are always welcome here, at any time.” Queen Bean gently said.

Luigi smiled back. “Thank you…”

Peasley placed his own kiss on Luigi’s cheek. “Send a letter when you settle down.”

“I will, promise.”

With that, Luigi’s and Peasley’s hands fell away. The human descends the rest of the steps on his own.

Peach and Toadsworth were already sitting in the carriage. Watching it all with gentle smiles, as if they were aware of the struggle Luigi was going through.

Waiting at the open door was Mario. Who also looked worried, but had a comforting smile on his face nonetheless.

“You ready?” The hero asked, Luigi offering a small nod. “Okay, let’s-a-go.”

“Okie dokie.” The reply was almost involuntary. Something clicking in Luigi’s that made the response seem so natural. He was more surprised by how fast and easily he’d said it, without thought. Even Mario froze in surprise, but pushed past it quickly with a wide smile.

Mario climbed in first, offering a hand out to help Luigi in. The other took it and settled down as another Toad closed the door. Luigi offered one more smile and waved, which Peasley quickly returned, before the carriage jerked forward.

The grand castle and greenery disappeared and was replaced with small homes. Citizens lining the streets as the carriage passed, waves and shouts of farewells sounding to Luigi.

Then they were traveling through the mountains over a recently created road. Rock walls soon changed to heavily wooded forests, followed by large plains and rolling hills.

Luigi kept his focus on the every changing scene out the window. Even as the other passengers started to converse over topics that he wasn’t really interested in. So he paid it no mind. His heart heavy at the carriage moved further away from the place he felt the most comfortable in. For someone he ached to be back with.

The hypnotic swaying and calming passing scenery seemed to lull Luigi into a sleep stupor. His head occasionally dropped forward before he jerked himself back up.

He didn’t argue as warm hands moved him to lean over, away from the window. Luigi’s hand soon nestled into the crook of Mario’s shoulder. A hand gently brushing through his hair while another squeezed one of Luigi’s. He was unaware of the warm smiles Peach and Toadsworth gave to the scene. Mario looked at ease for the first time in so long. The hero seemed thankful for the calm moment after so many months of stress.

Luigi released a wide yawn before pressing closer. An arm reaching up to wrap around Mario. Who gave a momentary look of surprise before changing to a wobbly smile and wrapping his own arms around his brother. Hoping this was a sign for a more positive future.

As Luigi drifted off, he caught a few final words from Mario.

“You’re safe…I promise you’re safe.”

A/N: While this story is over, this is not the end of the journey! I'll be taking a bit of a break from this series. But there will be a sequel to this with the focus being on Luigi's recovering a meeting familiar faces. Peasley will also return, don't fret! I don't know when that story will start, I do promise it will come!

Thank you to everyone who read this story and I look forward to continuing this story!

#luigi #peasley #prince peasley #luigi x peasley #s-creations #fanfiction #chapter story

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lesbiansanemi · 1 year

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A, F, L, X, Z :3

A. Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don't have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed

Hehe, so obviously there is Renkaza. They are who most of my fanfiction is about these days. Something about them just scratches all the right pieces of my brain, I love them, and there is just so much to work with regarding them. They are my little meow meows

Also in demon slayer, my poly hell ship of Mitsuri/Shinobu/Obanai/Sanemi. I am definitely the only person on the face of the earth that ships the four of them, but there is just something so perfect and amusing about Mitsuri having her three partners, who are all only dating her and merely putting up with the other ones, and something about Mitsuri being so cute and sweet and kind with her three bastard partners standing behind her being goddamn assholes to everyone around them lmao

But I have also been think a lot about Denji and Power's friendship recently too. It's just... so perfect. They are perfect for each other in every way, and every time I see them interact it makes me smile

I am also very ALSDJFOANFEWO about Yuuji and Sukuna's relationship recently too (any variation of it) just because of how wonderfully fucked it is and all the different ways to explore it. There's just a lot of potential there, and I really love Yuuji and Sukuna

F. What's the longest you've ever been in a fandom?

Hmmm... I think the fandom I've consistently remained at least semi-active in for the longest would be Doctor Who? I tend to go in phases with it but I always circle back around to it. But I've loved the series ever since I was 12 so eight going on almost nine years for that one!

L. Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn't one of your faves.

Aki serves a wonderful place in the narrative and is interesting in regards to how he develops other characters! I might not really care much about him specifically, but his role in the story is irreplaceable and I can appreciate him for that

X. A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

Corruption arcs, hands down. There's just something so... lovely about watching the slow moral decay of a character, seeing them become the very thing they swore to destroy, etc etc, it's... satisfying? But also cathartic in a way.

Also (somewhat) found family. I say somewhat because I tend to be picky with how it's handled, but if it's done right in the way I enjoy, I'll go feral for it every time

Z. Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go!

I have been working a lot on my complete role reversal AU for demon slayer, and I genuinely think it's one of my all time favorite fics I've worked on. There's just something so fun and interesting about taking all the characters and switching sides with them, and figuring out not only how to make that make sense for them and keep the backstories similar, but also keeping them in character! Based on feedback I've gotten from readers, I think I'm doing a good job with that, and it's just a super fun and interesting thing to work on, especially the demon versions of the Hashira! I've got five out of nine of their backstories completely written out (Shinobu's, Mitsuri's, Obanai's, Tengen's, and Sanemi's) with Kyojuro's halfway finished and I am so excited to finally work on Gyomei's, Muichiro's, and Giyuu's, especially because the three of them are the Hashira I work with the least in fics, so I'm excited to play around with them

<3 <3 <3

#asks #kaz rambles #lee visits

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fatelesschild · 1 year

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Okay so, first off sorry I'm on anon, I'm really shy, but the reason I'm writing this is because I just wanted to say how amazing your fics are, your writing, your gallifreyan language and the anatomy/physiology of a time lord? Molto benne!! Second, I've been reading your stories for a long time, I only recently got back into doctor who, but I remember you as being such a core part of my love for doctor who when I first got into it, like 7? 8? Years ago I think? Probably longer then that, to be honest. I think you also were my introduction to discovering the word whump, and what it was. Made me feel like I wasn't so crazy after all, since you sparked me finding a whole community of people who liked it too. So, I just wanted to say thank you. 😊

Oh, never apologise for anon, that's why it's there! :D

Wow, thank you so much for this amazing compliment, making me all fuzzy inside! I'm so blown away by the idea that anything I've done has made an impact on anyone's life, and so humbled to know you found so much personal joy in my crazy whumpy ramblings 🤣 I'm pleased you managed to find a community in the wonderful chaos that is whump, too *secret whump handshake*

Uninvited history lesson on "whump" - truth is, when I started fanfiction, I was a little pre-teen in the tiny Red Dwarf fandom where Lister was getting more than his fair share of injuries in my stories, and I didn't even know what I was writing had a name. Then once I got into the Doctor Who fandom, whumping was still mostly an SG1 fandom term. I had some circles in the SG1 fandom, heard this word, and realised it was the only word I could use to describe what I was doing to the poor Doctor. So one of my minor claims to fame is that I inadvertently had a significant part in popularising it for the DW fandom (hate me or love me for it 😅).

Thank you again for the nice words, and also for telling me about it. Life's been rough recently and I've been feeling very lonely and sad so your timing couldn't have been more wonderful from my perspective 😄 I send you good vibes and a very sincere thank you for taking the time to write that, it really means a lot.

#ask answered #doctor who #10th doctor whump #whump #fanfiction #thanks anon!

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whumptober · 4 years

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Whumptober 2020 - Updated

Welcome to Whumptober 2020! We’re doing things a little differently this year so please make sure to read the Event Info carefully. We are also excited to announce the addition of an AO3 Collection, which can be found here.

We hope you’re as excited as us to watch the Whump Community come together once again for a month of bone-crunching creativity and collaboration!

(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information, and FAQs are posted below the cut!)

No 1. LET'S HANG OUT SOMETIME Waking Up Restrained | Shackled | Hanging

No 2. IN THE HANDS OF THE ENEMY "Pick Who Dies" | Collars | Kidnapped

No 3. MY WAY OR THE HIGHWAY Manhandled | Forced to their Knees | Held at Gunpoint

No 4. RUNNING OUT OF TIME Caged | Buried Alive | Collapsed Building

No 5. WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING? On the Run | Failed Escape | Rescue

No 6. PLEASE.... "Get it Out" | No More | "Stop, please"

No 7. I'VE GOT YOU Support | Carrying | Enemy to Caretaker

No 8. WHERE DID EVERYBODY GO? "Don't Say Goodbye" | Abandoned | Isolation

No 9. FOR THE GREATER GOOD "Take Me Instead" | "Run!” | Ritual Sacrifice

No 10. THEY LOOK SO PRETTY WHEN THEY BLEED Blood Loss | Internal Bleeding | Trail of Blood

No 11. PSYCH 101 Defiance | Struggling | Crying

No 12. I THINK I'VE BROKEN SOMETHING Broken Down | Broken Bones | Broken Trust

No 13. BREATHE IN BREATHE OUT Delayed Drowning | Chemical Pneumonia | Oxygen Mask

No 14. IS SOMETHING BURNING? Branding | Heat Exhaustion | Fire

No 15. INTO THE UNKNOWN Possession | Magical Healing | Science Gone Wrong

No 16. A TERRIBLE, HORRIBLE, NO GOOD, VERY BAD DAY Forced to Beg | Hallucinations | Shoot the Hostage

No 17. I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING Blackmail | Dirty Secret | Wrongfully Accused

No 18. PANIC! AT THE DISCO Panic Attacks | Phobias | Paranoia

No 19. BROKEN HEARTS Grief | Mourning Loved One | Survivor's Guilt

No 20. TOTO, I HAVE A FEELING WE'RE NOT IN KANSAS ANYMORE Lost | Field Medicine | Medieval

No 21. I DON'T FEEL SO WELL Chronic Pain | Hypothermia | Infection

No 22. DO THESE TACOS TASTE FUNNY TO YOU? Poisoned | Drugged | Withdrawal

No 23. WHAT’S A WHUMPEE GOTTA DO TO GET SOME SLEEP AROUND HERE? Exhaustion | Narcolepsy | Sleep Deprivation

No 24. YOU’RE NOT MAKING ANY SENSE Forced Mutism | Blindfolded | Sensory Deprivation

No 25. I THINK I’LL JUST COLLAPSE RIGHT HERE, THANKS Disorientation | Blurred Vision | Ringing Ears

No 26. IF YOU THOUGHT THE HEAD TRAUMA WAS BAD... Migraine | Concussion | Blindness

No 27. OK, WHO HAD NATURAL DISASTERS ON THEIR 2020 BINGO CARD? Earthquake | Extreme Weather | Power Outage

No 28. SUCH WOW. MANY NORMAL. VERY OOPS. Accidents | Hunting Season | Mugged

No 29. I THINK I NEED A DOCTOR Intubation | Emergency Room | Reluctant Bedrest

No 30. NOW WHERE DID THAT COME FROM? Wound Reveal | Ignoring an Injury | Internal Organ Injury

No 31. TODAY’S SPECIAL: TORTURE Experiment | Whipped | Left for Dead

Alternate Prompt List

Alt 1. Punctured

Alt 2. Falling

Alt 3. Comfort

Alt 4. Stitches

Alt 5. Stoic Whumpees

Alt 6. Altered States

Alt 7. Found Family

Alt 8. Adverse Reactions

Alt 9. Memory Loss

Alt 10. Nightmares

Alt 11. Presumed Dead

Alt. 12. Water

Alt. 13 Accidents

Alt. 14 Shot

Alt. 15 Carry/Support

Event Info

WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 Official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. They are meant to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don't have to include the exact wording into your work). Additionally, there are 3 prompts for each theme. These are optional suggestions and can be used in conjunction with the theme, or as options/alternatives. We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks.

Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, and photo/video/audio edits. Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.

When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag the with:

#whumptober2020 …..(the event tag)

#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, …..(theme number)

#bruised, #stabbed, …..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)

#fandom or #OC

#medium …..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)

#teeth, #etc …..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Keep in mind not to add “tw” in front but only use the word/trigger itself, because tumblr sucks)

#nsfw, #nsfwhump …..(only for nsfw content)

PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober2020 blog. They must be tagged in the order above.

Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.

Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month.

Questions not addressed below can be directed to this blog as well.

Thanks for reading, and happy whumping!

Frequently Asked Questions

Q. What kind of content can I make? Can it be NSFW?

This is a MIXED MEDIA event! You can write fic, post meta, doodle or paint, create a gif set or photo edit, link a song, or get crafty with video - anything goes. As for NSFW, make what you like, we just hope that you’ll tag your work accordingly so that others participating in the event can stay safe :)

Q. Do I have to do all 31 Days? Can I post early/late?

Participate as much or little as you like, and post whenever! Just be sure to tag your posts properly (ex. #no.11, #psych101). Combining prompts into one piece of work is okay, and posting late is as well so as long as it’s in October.

Q. What if I don’t understand a theme?

Send us an ask! We’re happy to help clarify. That said, the themes are entirely up for interpretation :)

Q. Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges?

Absolutely! That’s like shooting two whumpees with one bullet :)

Q. Can I upload/repost my whumptober content to other social media platforms?

Of course! We’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there. The archive can be accessed here. The blog is the official archive, so please respect the boundaries of any closeted whumpers in your social circle :)

Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?

Yes

Q. An existing fic I am currently writing contains many of the Whumptober prompts, can I use it?

If you are actively writing this fic at the moment with the whumptober prompts in mind, yes. If it just conveniently checks the boxes, then please don’t. You can, however, add new chapters answering one or more of the prompts.

Q. What kind of characters can I write for?

Fandom characters, OC characters, human, furry, alien, cyborg, whoever you like.

Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?

Yes, but it only counts once

Q. If I’m not comfortable with one day's prompts can I use a prompt of a different day as a substitute and still be a completionist?

Yes, but please do not use a specific prompt twice. We have also created an alternate prompts list that you can draw from [here].

Q. Where can I post my work?

Post where and how you want. You don’t even have to (cross)post it to Tumblr. Just keep in mind if it’s not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive.

Q. Can I start posting early?

You can, but this is an October event and wouldn’t it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? That being said, you can post early, but we won’t be reblogging any work predating October 1st.

Q. Do I have to finish a fic I started/can I post WIP’s.?

Yes you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish it in October for it to count towards being a completionist.

Q. Is co-writing allowed?

Yes, absolutely, and it would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you :)

Q. Do I have to create 31 standalone pieces to be considered a completionist or can I write one continuous story?

One continuous story is fine. The challenge is to write something for 31 prompts. If that’s spread over 31 fics or just one, you are still considered a completionist. (The same goes for every other media you choose.)

Q. Is there a min/max limit on word count?

There is no limit

Q. Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many?

No limit and combine as many as you’d like.

Q. Is a hc/angst focus ok?

Of course!

Q. What’s considered nsfw?

See this post

Q. What's whump?

See this post

Q. My interpretation of the prompt isn't whumpy at all, does that count?

No, sorry, but keep in mind that whump [see definition] is something very nuanced and different for everyone and emotional whump/angst is just as much part of it, as is physical whump and torture. So before you dismiss your idea, think about this.

Q. Can I start working on the prompts before October?

Absolutely! That’s why we posted the prompts a month in advance. We recognise how difficult it can be creating for 31 days in “real time”.

Q. How do I tag triggers?

tw at the end of the word, ex. emeto tw

Q. Do I have to use your tags?

Yes, if you want your work archived on the blog. If not, feel free to use whatever tags you want.

Q. Does combining prompts count towards completion?

Yes

Q. Can we @ you?

Yes but we mostly rely on the whumptober2020 tag

Q. Is there anything we are absolutely not allowed to write?

There are no rules, just be sure to properly tag your trigger warnings. And keep in mind Tumblr’s policies if you are posting it here (or the policies of whatever site you use).

Q. Where can I go for brainstorming help?

Here on Discord

Q. My characters are minors, is that ok?

Yes, but as with everything else, tags are your best friend.

Q. Can I cross post on other blogs?

Yes, multiple platforms and blogs are perfectly acceptable. You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once.

Note: This is a creation challenge, please don’t repost your old work under our tags (unless it’s been changed or edited for the event).

#eventinfo2020 #whumptober2020 #whumptober #promptlist2020 #prompt list #FAQs #event info

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bcdrawsandwrites · 3 years

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Fandom: Psychonauts

Rating: T

Genre: Angst

Characters: Caligosto Loboto, Loboto’s parents

Warnings: Surgery, lobotomy, hallucinations, child abuse, EVERYTHING IS HORRIBLE AND NOTHING IS OKAY WITH THIS (but there’s nothing graphic)

Description: Just be still, and you'll be fine.

Beta Readers: @jaywings and Rocket (who I’m not sure is on Tumblr?)

Notes: who let me write Psychonauts fanfic. also some of the phrases in this fic were taken from this site.

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“Scattering sparks of thought energy

Deliver me and carry me away”

“Here in my kingdom, I am your lord

I order you to cower and præy”

- The Mind Electric, by Tally Hall

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Sometimes it was nice to just lay down in the park and watch the clouds float overhead.

He often had a lot of energy, both normal and... well... unnatural, but sometimes it was nice to relax, especially when he didn't feel like himself. His energy was ebbing, and there was something… something...

"Can you tell us another?"

He glanced up. Several of his usual playmates were standing around him, their faces lit up in interest. He grinned a wide, toothy grin.

"The boy babbled blatantly but was blessed with a brilliant brain!"

"Good!"

The compliment made his brow furrow. Normally they might cheer "cool!" or "awesome!" but he shrugged—he'd take it. It gave him a warm feeling inside, unlike the frequent chill of his own home. Plus, he couldn’t help but light up as he watched the smiles on his friends’ faces—some of them were still losing baby teeth, he noted, and the progression was fascinating. He knew what he could do to see more of those grins, too...

Without raising his head too much—it hurt a little, and he could see well enough from where he was—he glanced around to make sure his mother wasn't too close by. Luckily she was way off in the pavilion, talking to several other adults. Good; she wouldn't see, and neither would the other prying parents.

"How about this?" he asked, and with a tiny bit of concentration lifted a few rocks off the ground, spinning them in circles. Instead of cheering, however, the children backed away, their smiles fading.

"Look, he's trying to—!" one girl whispered frantically.

"Don't worry, he's fine for now."

He frowned, dropping the rocks. "O-oh, I'm sorry! I didn't think they would see..."

"That's okay. Can you tell us another?"

"Disappointed dogs don't do dangerous deeds." Wincing, he closed his eyes—there was a breeze that seemed to pass over his head only, running through his hair.

His scalp felt cold.

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"Go on, Caligosto. Show the doctor how you can pick it up."

"Like this...?"

"No, the other way."

"But... mother doesn't like it when I do it that way."

"Do as you're told, Caligosto."

"...Okay..."

The fish swam all about the pond, but came closer to the surface when they realized he was watching from his usual spot on the shore. As they nearned him, he settled over the grass, staring down at his scaly friends. The fish seemed to like his company, and they wouldn't snitch to his parents if he did anything they wouldn't like.

On top of that, he felt a connection with them, almost like the sort of connection he could feel with people. They couldn't talk, and they didn't have facial expressions… but he could almost read them somehow, more and more as he continued visiting. Now he could sense what foods they wanted, or when they were scared of a nearby predator. It was nice to help them out.

It was also interesting to see the different kinds of teeth the fish had—some had sharp fangs, some had tiny flat teeth, and some had teeth in weird places, like their tongue or throat!

"Can you hear us?"

He would have jumped, but that would have scared the fish. As it was, he leaned forward, his eyes wide beneath their glasses. "Yes! I can hear you!" He could hardly contain his excitement. "I'd always thought I could hear you before, but never this clear! Do you think—"

"Good! Can you tell us another?"

He blinked. "Another what?"

"Another phrase."

Oh, right. In his excitement he'd nearly forgotten that he'd occasionally show off for the fish as well, though he'd never been sure if they could understand. "Friendly fish flip-flop fast when facing fearsome foes!"

"Very good!"

Giggling, he settled himself back down on the soft grass. "I'm glad you think so... my parents always tell me to be quiet."

Apparently, the fish had nothing to say to this, for they remained quiet, swimming just under the surface and watching him. So he kept watching them too, observing the light that reflected off their scales. But one creature caught his eye: a small turtle swimming in place. It was odd to see to begin with, but the paddling of its little feet seemed strangely frantic, its front legs moving in big sweeping arcs. It didn't speak, but he swore he could hear it—

Away, away—

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"Is that... all he's capable of?"

"I'm afraid not."

"D—Father, are we done? I don't like it here..."

"Only speak when spoken to, Caligosto."

"Can we see anything else?"

"Yes."

"I-I don't want to—"

"Caligosto."

"Okay, okay! Let me—"

---

The seas were calm, and he had worked hard today as a navigator (or was he first mate? he couldn't quite remember, but that was okay), keeping a close eye on the compass and making sure they were staying on course. They were nearing the shore, but for now, he was taking a break, resting against a coil of rope with his eyes closed, enjoying the smell of the ocean air and the feeling of sunshine.

And also trying to forget his headache—he was pretty sure he bumped his head coming down from the crow's nest.

"You're doin' good today, mate! Squawk!"

He opened one eye, noting the parrot sitting just behind him. "Thanks, Crackers!"

Birds hadn’t been something that interested him too much at first; what kind of silly animal didn’t have teeth? That is, until he’d learned that birds have a weird organ that acted as their teeth. Fascinating!

The parrot cocked her head at him. "Do you know any more?"

Oh right, of course the parrot enjoyed those phrases. "The pretty parrot perched upon the putrid pirate's peacoat!"

Crackers gave a pleased chirp, ruffling her feathers.

Wincing, he found his headache was starting to get worse, like a bad toothache, and closed his eyes again. "Do you think we'll reach shore soon?"

We won't if you don't get out.

He opened his eyes. Crackers was gone.

---

"STOP! STOP! MAKE IT STOP!"

"What are you doing?!"

"I-I just did what you asked—"

"I didn't tell you to—!"

"I'm sorry!"

"Put him out, hurry—"

"We've seen enough, doctor. We'll schedule an appointment for your son next week."

"N-next week?!"

"Very well. He'll be there promptly."

---

The kids’ expressions had changed from bright smiles to tightly-drawn lips and wide eyes, and it made him shudder. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

"No, it's fine. Tell us another."

"The store..." He paused, concentrating. Strange, he didn't usually have trouble remembering these things, but it must have just been his headache. "The store clerk stood and... stared at me in stupor."

"I would too after what I've seen," one kid muttered, only to be shushed by another.

His heart gave a pained jolt. "Wh-what?"

"Nothing!"

He didn't like the way they were talking—it reminded him of... something else. Someone else. Another child stepped closer to him, looking down at him with a furrowed brow and frightened eyes. He felt the sudden urge to scoot away.

You're in danger.

---

"Wh...where am I supposed to go?"

"Just in through these doors."

"Okay... Why do I have to come back here to the doctor, though? I feel fine."

"Nevermind that. Do you remember what your father told you to do?"

"Yeah! The fun phrases. I know a million of those!"

"Good."

"Would you like to hear... w-wait, who are all these people watching? Wh... what are those?"

---

The fish were swimming in circles and starting to make him dizzy. He rested his head down in the cool grass, but it did little to help. "Oh... sorry. I'm not feeling so good. I should be going home..."

"You can go home soon. Tell us another first."

"Ugh... My mom... m-my... mother makes a... marvelous... meat... mincemeat pie." Recalling these phrases was starting to feel like what he imagined pulling teeth felt like, but a lot less fun. Was his mother missing him now? How long had he been gone? "I... really need to go home now."

"No you don't."

His eyes shot open, and he shivered as he stared down at the fish. "Wh... what did you... say?"

"Don't try to move. You'll be all right."

All of the fish watched him eagerly... but the turtle was still waving its front feet even more frantically.

---

"Don't worry about that."

"N-no! I know what those tools are—I've read my dad's books. You're gonna hurt me!"

"Nonsense. Just lay on the bed and you'll be fine."

"No, I don't want to! You can't make me!"

---

The ship heaved up and down with the swell of the waves. His insides rolled with it, and he remained lying on the coil of rope, waiting for his stomach to stop lurching and his head to stop aching.

"You stopped. Keep going."

"Ugh... The newt... nuzzled in a... n-narrow... nook."

"Good."

"No, it's not, Crackers! I don't feel good..."

"You're fine, squawk! Try to distract yourself."

"Okay..." Opening one eye, he raised a shaky hand, lifting the end of the rope and making it snake through the air, though it shuddered all the while. It was a lot more difficult than usual... Normally he could lift several objects at once, and delighted the crew by juggling them. He felt like he should be able to do other things too, but what?

---

"Oh mercy! He's going to kill someone!"

"Caligosto, if you don't stop this at once, I will call your father!"

"So call him! I want him here! Why didn't he come with me?!"

"Oh no, he's trying to light the chair on fire—"

"Go get the earmuffs, now."

"MOM! DAD! WHERE ARE YOU?!"

"GET THEM NOW!"

---

The sun was covered in clouds, and the humid air brought a promise of rain. Why were the other kids still here? Surely their parents would have called them home by now. He wished they would. Surely his mom would have called him, too, wouldn't she?

"Tell us another," one girl asked urgently, taking a hesitant step forward.

His head was swimming. "I-I don't wanna..."

"Tell us now."

Focusing, he managed to force his mind to concentrate. "She sniffed... and s-smelled... the stirring storm."

"Good, tell us another," one fish bubbled from the water.

A sharp pain like a broken tooth filled his skull, his insides felt sick, and the rain was beginning to fall. "I... I can't..."

"Tell us, Caligosto."

"B... Bernie read a book... b-by the... ba—babbling brook." He wanted to wipe the rain from his face, but he felt too exhausted to move his arms. "C-can I go... home..."

"Squawk! We're not to shore yet. Give me another."

He stared up at the blurred vision of the bird. "Why...?"

"Do as you're told."

"Th-the... hummingbirds... hovered... a-and hummed in... heavenly..." His voice broke off into a choked sob. "I wanna... no... I wanna... go home..."

"Caligosto?"

---

"I WANT TO GO HOME!"

"Get it on him, get it on—"

"GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"Where did he go?!"

"The monster's turned invisible!"

"I WANNA GO HOME!"

"There! Put it on right—there!"

"STOP, I WANNA—"

---

"...go home!"

He blinked.

"You are home, Cali," his mother said, beaming down at him with a wide, pearly-white grin.

"I am?" Blinking again, he looked around. Indeed, he was in front of his house, with his parents both standing on the front porch, as they had been when he'd left. On top of that, his head didn't hurt and he didn't feel sick. "I... I am!"

"You're all done with the doctors now," his father said, smiling. "We're so proud of you!"

"You... you are?" He stared open-mouthed; his father had never told him that before. "I'm all done?"

"Yes you are, dear." His mother knelt down, but he didn't come closer—something was making his hair stand on end. "Almost."

His stomach twisted.

"Just tell us another, son."

"N... no..."

The smile on his father's face faded. "Do as you're told, Caligosto."

"N-no... no, no..." He tried to shake his head, but couldn't. "I... I want to go home..."

The pain was coming back, spiking through his head, and he cried out.

"We're going to lose him—"

"No, just a little more."

"No," he sobbed. "No, no! Mom! Dad!"

The park was flooding. The fish were swirling around his head. Waves crashed over the boat.

He had to do something. Anything.

Focusing with everything he had left, he tried to think, tried to move something, tried to make something burn, tried to call for help—

Did—did you hear that?

Cali?

The agony peaked, and his vision turned orange.

---

"Ooooh... ugh..."

"Is this safe?"

"It's safe for us. The psilirium will keep him under control during the procedure."

"But can he still hear us?"

"Son, can you tell us one of your funny phrases?"

"Sure... grass grows greener in the graveyard."

"You see? He'll be fine."

---

There was no park.

There was no pond.

There was no ocean.

There were several doctors staring down at him, a great many more people seated in the theater behind them, and an empty feeling within him.

Something was gone. Something important.

"How do you feel, Caligosto?"

His brain was slow to work, and he could not form the words, but if he could have, he would have answered:

Like... a cavity.

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