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notnaruse · 5 months

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oh its that time again

#birthday #one year closer to death #its my birfday #can you believe it?#christmas is in a week! woohoo!

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vhsmango · 5 months

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LE GOOF DAY

#art #obey me #obey me shall we date #mammon lover #obey me mc #obey me nightbringer #obey me oc #oc #one year closer to death #birthday bash #he’s now 1673828 years old or something #grandpa

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tildeathiwillwrite · 13 days

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The Lodge

(Trials of the Six, Chapter 1 Scene 1)

WoW Birthday Whump Event Day 14 (2nd Iteration): (Alt) Amnesia, Poison

Whumpril Day 30 ("Out of Time")

WoW Birthday Whump Prompts List

Whumpril Prompts List

TW: unconsciousness, amnesia, fighting, blood, stab wounds, death, cornered, poison, headache, dizziness

So… fun fact: @whumperofworlds and I share a birth month! Hers was on the 11th, and mine is today! So in addition to Day 14’s contribution, here’s a snippet using one of the alt prompts for one of my personal favorite whump tropes: amnesia, with the first character I ever gave it to, Hiel.

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“Get up, kid.” A man’s voice, rough and distant.

“Come on, wake up!” A woman’s voice, soft and frantic.

A hard slap sent sharp pain across his face. His eyes snapped open. He lay on the floor of a wooden lodge, where a roaring hearth lit the scene with warm light. A woman crouched over him, exhaling in relief when his eyes opened.

“By the skies, Hiel! Don’t scare us like that!” She rocked back onto her heels, brushing red-blonde hair away from her face.

Hiel pushed himself into a seated position, dizzy. “What… what happened?” Something large and furry pushed against him, and he turned his head to find a giant cat, as long as he was tall, nudging his arm with her nose. He hesitantly petted the fur behind her head.

“When I get my hands on that woman, she’ll wish she’d never been born!” Hiel flinched at the sharp tone from someone he hadn’t noticed, a man with dark hair and beard who leaned over a table on the opposite end of the one-room lodge, arms folded.

“Korfel,” the woman began, getting to her feet, “Elya is gone. No clue where, but we accomplish nothing dwelling on the past.”

The man’s name was Korfel. Why did Hiel not know that? Why didn’t he know his own name until the woman addressed him as Hiel? “What’s going on?”

The woman turned to him, surprise and confusion in her expression. “What do you mean?”

Hiel rubbed his aching temples. “I… I don’t know anything.”

“You mean you… don’t remember?” She cursed when he nodded hesitantly. “Now I want to murder a healer.”

Korfel scowled. “Just what we need,” he muttered angrily. “Can you still freeze things? Fight?”

“I freeze things?” The space behind Hiel’s eyes started throbbing. He pressed a hand to his eyes in a crude attempt to soothe the aching. “Why does my head hurt so much?”

“Probably a side effect of the "medicine"—" Jarsali traced air quotes around the word— "Elya gave you. You were out for several minutes before we noticed something was wrong.”

Hiel struggled to his feet, leaning heavily on a nearby chair. “Who are you people?” he demanded, panic rising.

The woman shifted away from him slightly, unnerved. “Well, I’m Jarsali. The angry one is Korfel. You’re Hiel, and the giant fanged simoldon is Nial, your pet… cat…thing?”

She was about to say something else before the door burst open. Two people ran inside. A pale man with blue hair was first, heavily favoring his leg. Right behind him was a dark-skinned woman who slammed the door behind her. They both carried packs that seemed to have been filled in a hurry.

Korfel shoved a chair under the knob. “I asked you to get supplies, not have the whole town up in arms!”

The woman held her hands up defensively. “They attacked us first!” She flinched at the look Korfel gave her and the blue-haired man. Muffled shouting came from outside the lodge, and Hiel realized that asking who these new people were right now was not the best move.

The door shook as someone from the other side kicked it. Korfel cursed under his breath and grabbed a curved sword from where it had rested on the table. The new woman tossed her bag on the floor and drew a thin obsidian knife, and Jarsali snatched up a quarterstaff from where it leaned against the wall.

The chair splintered with a crack, and the door flew open, sending it across the room and narrowly missing Hiel. Warriors in leather armor brandishing spears poured inside, engaging the defenders. Korfel charged those in front, knocking spears aside and slashing wildly at their owners.

Jarsali swung her staff at the leg of the closest warrior with such speed Hiel briefly lost track of it. With a sickening snap, the warrior collapsed to the floor, moaning and clutching his broken knee. Nial used his body as a springboard to get to the one behind him, claws out and snarling viciously.

Hiel backed away, feeling incredibly useless. Even if he remembered how to fight, there was no way he’d be able to do any good in this state. He noticed that the blue-haired man hung back as well, though he seemed like he’d be more formidable even with his injured leg.

A warrior somehow got past the combined strength of Jarsali, Korfel, and Nial. He charged straight at Hiel, who stumbled away so the chair he was leaning on was between him and the attacker. The warrior kicked aside the chair with ease and charged.

Before he could get any closer, the woman with the knife darted inside his reach and thrust it into a seam in his armor. He stumbled back, clutching at the wound. The woman was relentless, pressing him back and baiting him. The warrior overextended his spear, and the woman slipped within his reach, driving her knife through his throat. He collapsed, blood bubbling from the fatal wound.

“You’re welcome,” the woman said as she passed him, wiping her knife off with her skirt and dashing towards the wall. She ran her fingers across the wooden panels, searching for something. Hiel picked up a leg from the broken chair and watched her curiously, keeping a wary eye on the battle.

The woman tapped along the seams between panels, eyes narrowed. Another warrior got past the others and ran straight for the woman, whose back was to him. He would have stabbed her through the heart with his spear, but he instead inexplicably flew backward, right into the spear of one of his allies.

Korfel quickly finished them both off with a well-placed slash. “We're out of time, Raiann!” he shouted as he engaged another.

“Almost!” Raiann dug her knife in between two panels and pried one away, revealing sunlight and a snow-covered landscape. A river flowed nearby, with a boat moored to a small dock. The boat’s sail was tied down, it wasn't going anywhere quickly. A cold wind gusted through the opening as Raiann pulled off another board and sheathed her blade. “We’ve got to go!”

The blue-haired man limped past Raiann and stumbled over the threshold of the impromptu back door. She caught his arm and helped him down, taking on some of his weight and half-dragging him towards the boat. Hiel glanced at the warriors trying to force their way to the front, unable to get past Jarsali or Korfel.

“They’re escaping out the back!” One of them shouted, seeing the opening.

Korfel cursed and retreated. The tip of his blade dropped to the ground, and he reached out his hand. The ground below their feet rumbled as his expression calmed, but his eyes burned with anger.

Nial sprang back towards Hiel and stood before him protectively. Hiel hesitated for only a second before staggering towards the opening in the wall. With a light “mrrp?” noise, Nial leaped through onto the snow after him. Hiel shivered, wrapping his arms around himself as the giant cat accompanied his stumbling steps to the boat that bobbed in the river.

He clambered on the boat and leaned heavily on the railing, the dizziness returning in full force. Nial moved to his side and settled down next to him. Jarsali, staff in hand, leaped onto the deck and dropped it with a clatter onto the deck. She shoved a bundle of heavy cloth at Hiel as she faced the stern. “As soon as Korfel gives the signal, be ready to move this rig!”

Hiel unfolded the heavy cloth to find it was a thick coat. He pulled it on gratefully and opened his mouth to thank Jarsali. But before the words could form, the lodge shuddered violently.

The small boat rocked as the water began to swirl around. Hiel flinched and grasped at the side of the boat for dear life as Korfel appeared through the opening, running at a full sprint to the boat.

He threw himself over the railing and shouted something unintelligible as the lodge shook like an earthquake was assaulting it. The sounds of rushing water filled Hiel’s ears, and the boat suddenly accelerated, moving downstream at an impossible speed. The last glimpse Hiel had of the lodge before it was out of sight was the walls collapsing in on itself, warriors fleeing the falling building.

@fourwingedsnake @whumpril @pigeonwhumps

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ethel-stuff · 10 months

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Tis me day of birth fellass!! :DD

(its a glam Freddy for discord server reasons aaand i couldn't be bothered making a Justy version :,D )

#art #fnaf #digitalart #drawing #my art #just art #birthday #my birthday #yippeee #bday #one year closer to death #B]

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breezehurricane · 7 months

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#bday #breezingstuff #windcrechur #notes' finger doodles #ONE YEAR CLOSER TO DEATH #HECK YEAAHHH #*STIMMING*

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jane-crow · 5 months

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guys

guys guys

im one year closer to death

(its- its my birthday dont worry)

#my birthday #birthday #one year closer to death

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renderedthefox · 9 months

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@lanasdump for your very special day!!

full image of this goofball

#happy birthday #five nights at freddy's #my art #fredbear #one year closer to death #HAVE A VERY HAPPY DAY LANA!!!!

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0yorixu · 3 months

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happy bday to me ig

#birthday #one year closer to death #persona #oc #original character #my art

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bl1ndingdarkness · 28 days

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As predicted, no one remembered.

#one year closer to death #depressing shit #tw depression #mentally fucked #i wanna be perfect #mental illness #tw depressing thoughts #actually mentally ill #self destructive thoughts #there is absolutely nothing lonelier #life sux

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the-squishy-scrimblo · 1 month

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my birthday is tomorrow! (Mar 27th to be correct for others in different time zones) and yet the dread will never cease because my family is plotting something behind my back for it, and I know it because my step-mother is not very good at holding back. Though she is nice and has done well so far, but other relatives are taking me somewhere tomorrow, I asked where, and they said is what a surprise. I am scared and slightly upset because that means I can sleep in as late as fudging impossible because I have to be somewhere :’( but ye! BORTHDAY!

#Birthday #happy birthday #one year closer to death #:)

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dummywormz · 9 months

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Happy womb evacuation day to me

#happy bithday to me #birthday #one year closer to death

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ocean-not-found · 1 year

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Hey, what’s up? I’m Raven, acid bath princess of the darkness.

And I’m Tara.

And we’re sitting here in Tara’s room rocking out to MCR and celebrating 2009 or the New Year, which we really don’t understand why people are making such a big deal about it because really one more year is one more year that everyone is closer to death (death)

Whatever. Suit yourself humanity.

Congratulations

yeah, when you're closer to

DEATH

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x1702x · 11 months

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Birth :3

#one year closer to death #the crypt opens once again

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changbinholic · 2 years

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Take my hand, don't you ever let go //Hyunsung

↬Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin/Han Jisung|Han

↬ tags: fluff, kisses, hurt comfort (?), Soft, getting together

↬ word count: 1361

↬summarry: some mean comments leave Jisung feeling a little down but Hyunjin will always be there to remind him he is loved

Happy birthday to @infinite-archives 🎉🎉 As promised a cute little Hyunsung as a gift 🫶🏻, hope you like the fluff and spend a great day celebrating your day 💛

It was a good day. Jisung had been able to sleep later than usual, Felix had bought cheesecake the night before so his breakfast was his favourite dessert, he'd hung out with Hyunjin all day in the practice room so his anxiety had been very low and now he was talking with stay.

Overall, a good day.

That was until he started noticing some comments, in between the tons of 'i love you', 'marry me Jisung-ah' and too many questions for him to read, there were less pleasant comments, very much less pleasant. There always was, it was part of the job there would always be people that wasted their time on their vlives but these ones caught his eye.

'why are your cheeks so big? You look fat.'

'Lose weight Han-ah or we're going to call you a pig too like Changbin-ah.'

'How come you're going to the gym but your face is still puffy.'

'Your cheeks make you look fat. Lose weight.' he said the last one out loud without meaning to. He knew his eyes were shining with hurt and insecurity but he tried to cover it quickly by laughing softly. "But I wouldn't be quokka if I lost my cheeks." He exaggerated his pout and pressed his fingers against both his cheeks. He tried to laugh again to lighten up the mood but it sounded extremely fake even to his own ears.

The comments kept coming, and Jisung couldn't help but read them all. His mood worsening with every word he read, tears gently filling up his eyes with every insult, his smile fading slowly but surely. He could spot some fans calling out the people who were commenting mean things to him which made him smile a bit.

He forced himself to keep entertaining the fans that didn't comment on his looks until the manager behind the camera told him it was fine if he ended the live and God was he relieved. He said goodbye and stopped the live sending kisses to his precious stay before giving the phone back to the staff to whom he bowed goodbye when she left the room.

He went back home after trying to gather himself in the now empty room, his plan was to jump in his bed and hope to disappear. He didn't want to be perceived anymore, he didn't want to see or interact with people anymore. He stopped by the bathroom to wash off the makeup the noona had put on him before the live.

He looked up at his reflection in the mirror and couldn't help his eyes from drifting towards his cheeks. Were they really that big? The members told him they looked cute. Would they lie to him? Should he diet to make them go away? Would they even go away?

He washed his face, suddenly hating the feeling of the soft skin on either side of his mouth and nose. The thoughts didn't stop replaying in his head like a broken record as he entered his bedroom, but the sight of someone sitting on his bed made his mind go blank.

His eyes met Hyunjin's making his heart skip a beat like it always did when he was in close proximity of the older. "Hey." He said softly as he sat down on his bed beside the long haired man. "Everything okay?" He asked, concerned. Hyunjin rarely went to his room when he wasn't in it, the last time it happened was because he was having a bad day so Jisung worried.

"I wanted to check on you." Hyunjin breathed out. The look on his face was fond, careful, a hint of fear behind his eyes but overall he looked beautiful like he always did in Jisung's eyes. The younger cocked his head to the side, frowning slightly. They had seen each other right before the live, why would he check on him. "I watched the live, there was lots of bad comments this time." He said softly, answering Jisung's silent question.

"Oh, it's fine I don't care about that." He lied, shrugging his shoulders and looking away from the older. If he looked at him, Jisung was sure he'd crumble, he was never good at hiding his true feelings when in Hyunjin's presence. It was a miracle that he managed to hide his feelings for the older for so long.

A gentle hand was placed on his cheek, unconsciously Jisung flinched but quickly pulled himself back together. Hyunjin dropped his hand to hold Jisung's curled up on his lap instead, the rapper's heart beat fast in his chest. Jisung looked up and let tears fall from his eyes when their eyes met again.

"I know you take comments like that to heart and it's okay to feel bad about them. I know we always say that we shouldn't bother with them but it's hard to just look past. If you want to talk about it I'd be glad to let you know how much I love your cheeks." Hyunjin smiled softly and placed the softest of kisses on his cheeks.

Jisung gasped softly, he gripped the older's hand harder before tackling him to the bed. He buried his face in the crook of Hyunjin's neck, he felt the other's long arms wrapping themselves around him to pull him closer.

He sighed, content, comments completely forgotten because if Hyunjin said he liked the way Jisung looked then it was all that mattered.

The next few days were filled with Jisung subconsciously poking his cheeks. Some of his worries went away with Hyunjin's help but he still couldn't chase the hurting words away from his mind.

Everytime he was caught doing so by one of the members, they would tease him 'you're fishing for compliments on your cheeks sungie' they would say. But Hyunjin was different. He always had been in Jisung's eyes.

Hyunjin kissed his cheeks softly every time, the first time caught Jisung off guard, he really hadn't expected Hyunjin to keep going after the first night but he did. And it did nothing to help Jisung's fast beating heart.

After a week of pure torture, meaning trying to stop himself from jumping at Hyunjin and kiss him breathless every time he came close, Jisung was at breaking point. They were watching a movie in his room, sitting on his bed, silent, comfortable.

Suddenly Hyunjin did it again, soft lips on his cheek making his stomach flip and heart skip a beat, his face was now flushed. He turned to the older thinking really hard, why was he still doing it so long after he had gotten over the comments? Why weren't they talking about it?Why didn't Jisung want it to end?

His face must've shown how much he was thinking because Hyunjin's face was flushed, he looked embarrassed and ready to defend himself, however Jisung didn't want to hear any of it, now he had a goal in mind. He pressed his lips to the older's firmly and waited for him to finish gasping in shock so he could kiss him back.

And when he did Jisung felt like he'd just been transported to heaven, everything around them faded leaving just the two of them, lips dancing together, hands gripping the other not wanting to let go because the rush of electricity that ran through his body at that moment was something he wanted to experience forever. Jisung wished air wasn't a thing or else he would've spent hours kissing Hyunjin.

When they finally pulled away Jisung took a moment to appreciate Hyunjin's state, hair now a mess, face flushed, lips shiny and eyes a little hazy. Jisung smiled at him before cuddling up against the older man's chest. Hyunjin's arms easily sneaked their way around his middle to keep him close. They stayed like that, watching the movie for a while longer before Hyunjin broke the silence.

"That means you like me too, right?" He said in a whisper. Jisung bit his lower lip to stop himself from squealing at hearing that Hyunjin has liked him for a while as well. He took a deep breath.

"Yeah."

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savageymir · 10 months

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Today is my 25th birthday. Wished this day would end ngl lol.

#birthday post #happy birthday to me #one year closer to death #personal rant #personal post #birthday girl

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professorsta · 2 years

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Thinkin about him

(Shane Madej)

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY #ONE YEAR CLOSER TO DEATH #watcher #Shane madej #puppet history

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