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#tragicallynerdy attempts whumptober
thetragicallynerdy · 3 years
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A collection of ficlets written for Whumptober 2021.
“Are you all right? You don’t look well.”
“I’m just fine.” Miriam smooths the layers of the skirt down, then sits on the bed, suddenly exhausted. Starts working her buttons slowly and tries to smile. She isn’t sure she succeeds. “Just a bit tired.”
A hand suddenly presses against her forehead, then switches to the back of a wrist. It’s cool, and she can’t help but lean into it, just a little.
“You’re warm,” Joanie murmurs. The hand shifts, stroking her hair, careful not to disrupt her curls. “Think you might be running a fever, love.”
Arabella crowds beside them, pressing her own wrist to Miriam’s forehead, eager to confirm. Her frown deepens. “Maybe you should go back to bed, Mir.”
Miriam catches her hand, then Joanie’s, pressing a kiss to each set of knuckles in turn. “I’m fine, darlings. I’m sure it’s just a cold.”
Chapter One: Miriam definitely does not have a cold, thank you very much.
For any of y’all who follow me for Undeadwood stuff and are interested, I’m doing a few Whumptober fills this year - the first one is up!
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thetragicallynerdy · 4 years
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She should have known, after Cynthia left for Deadwood with a laugh and a wave and barely a backward glance. Everyone leaves, eventually.
Chapter 7: Arabella is alone.
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A collection of whump ficlets for Whumptober 2020, focused on the Deadwood Five. 31 prompts spread over 16+ ficlets, posted every day or two for the month of October.
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thetragicallynerdy · 4 years
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Miriam is a small woman and she knows it. It doesn’t mean she appreciates being carted around like a sack of flour, twisted leg or not.
Chapter 4: Miriam twists her ankle, and struggles with the vulnerability of needing help.
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A collection of whump ficlets for Whumptober 2020, focused on the Deadwood Five. 31 prompts spread over 16+ ficlets, posted every day or two for the month of October.
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thetragicallynerdy · 4 years
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“For fuck’s sakes Clay, just get it out,” Aly said through gritted teeth, clenching his fists in the thick weave of his trouser legs as he struggled to stay upright. “It's just a knife, I ain’t gonna fuckin’ die.”
Chapter 3: Aloysius gets stabbed.
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A collection of whump ficlets for Whumptober 2020, focused on the Deadwood Five. 31 prompts spread over 16+ ficlets, posted every day or two for the month of October.
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thetragicallynerdy · 4 years
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ain’t no glory in the west by tragicallynerdy There’s little to compare with the terror of knowing with so much certainty that you’re going to die, that this is it. There is no miracle. There is no saviour. There’s just you, your sins, and the short drop to an early grave.
(He really should have seen it coming.)
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A collection of whump ficlets for Whumptober 2020, focused on the Deadwood Five. 31 prompts spread over 16+ ficlets, posted every day or two for the month of October.
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thetragicallynerdy · 4 years
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The offer was simple; one dies, one leaves. You can choose, he said. As though the offer was a kindness, as though it was something easy. As though it made their sacrifice a willing one.
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Whumptober ficlet #2 is up! A bit late, but it covers prompts for Days 2 and 9, and focuses on Arabella and Matthew.
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thetragicallynerdy · 4 years
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A heave, a brief moment of weightlessness, and the smack of her back against the water; these are the last things Miriam feels before she is drowned.
(she never learned how to swim)
Chapter 11: Miriam gets accused of witchcraft.
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A collection of whump ficlets for Whumptober 2020, focused on the Deadwood Five. 31 prompts spread over 16+ ficlets, posted every day or two for the month of October.
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thetragicallynerdy · 4 years
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Amos is a scrappy young man, barely more than a boy, when it happens. He’s been on the run for six months, and he’s been learning first-hand all the harshness of the world that he has not yet learned at home.
He tries to find work, but it’s hard to when you have no roots, and harder still when you’re dodging a bounty. So he takes to stealing; just enough that no one will notice, just enough to get by.
And it works, for a time. Until the day that it doesn’t.
(And isn’t that just always how it goes.)
Chapter 10: Amos Kinsley, shifter at large, gets branded for the crime of theft.
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A collection of whump ficlets for Whumptober 2020, focused on the Deadwood Five. 31 prompts spread over 16+ ficlets, posted every day or two for the month of October.
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thetragicallynerdy · 4 years
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TheHalloAnon! Whumptober prompt sugguestion/idea. Wouldnt be surpised if some start to think the 5 as an coven of Witches/Warlocks. Any or all will do, but leanning toward Aly, Bella, and/or Matthew, because they were seen using unexplained powers. #13 or #14, with #7 because you dont fuck with family(or coven). Just throwing idea out there (its an little different, but an good au idea to play with). Love your writting, keep up the good work. Look forward to next chapter. X)
Thanks so much for this fucking amazing prompt!!! I loved this one sooo much. Your prompt has been filled, and can now be found here! Thanks again anon!!
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thetragicallynerdy · 4 years
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Storms didn’t sound like combat. Not really, or so Matthew had said the first time this had happened. But something about the loss of power, the flashes of light and the cracks of thunder across the sky, and the way their old house sometimes shook held a powerful potential to trigger Matthew anyway.
“That’s how PTSD works, unfortuantely” one of the first therapists they’d found had explained to Matthew. "Your brain creates a trigger to try and help keep you safe. It’s just not helpful now, when you’re not in any danger, and when your system gives you panic attacks instead of a nice adrenaline rush that would help your run to safety.”
“My brain sucks,” Matthew had muttered after he relayed it to Clayton. Clayton had leaned up and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
“Maybe,” he’d said. “But it kept you alive, and it’s keepin’ you alive, so I love it.”
Chapter 13: There is a storm, and Matthew has a panic attack.
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A collection of whump ficlets for Whumptober 2020, focused on the Deadwood Five. 31 prompts spread over 16+ ficlets, posted every day or two for the month of October.
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