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howtowhumpyourhiccup · 6 months

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I should stop having such bad luck during Whumptober time.

Last year work suddenly became hectic, so I had a hard time completing Whumptober 2022. Work didn't stop being hectic until just two weeks ago.

The year before that, I couldn't complete Whumptober 2021 because I got a little burnt out on writing and lost all motivation halfway through. I only got 12 days in.

In 2020, I did complete Whumptober, but not without being my own worst enemy as my final piece was 13,5K! Which I finished just in time before Whumptober's final deadline.

And this year, while doing great on AI-less Whumptober, with only two more prompts to go I get double sick (throat infection + flu) and my mother gets sick and hurt her back, leaving me to worry about our 4 person household and almost no time to finish those final two prompts.

So yeah, that is... That is four years of (AI-less) Whumptober bad luck in a row.

#whumptober #whumptober 2020 #whumptober 2021 #whumptober 2022 #ailesswhumptober2023 #ailesswhumptober

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fleur-de-violette · 2 years

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To the ones who are alive, and the ones who are there

A3O

Summary : Dick had been found dead, his body floating in Gotham Bay, hours before.

This could just be a simple story if he wasn’t banging on the door of Jason’s apartment.

Or: When you wake up in a morgue, the first person to go see is your resurrected little brother.

Whumptober 2020 day 31: experiment, left for dead

Note: And this will be the last one for whumptober 2020! It took a year and half for a one month challenge but I’m proud I finished it!

Warning for discussion of death, resurrection and grief.

Hope you’ll enjoy the fic!

Jason should do something. Anything.

He should go back to the manor. He should see if Tim, Cass, and Damian are okay. He should check that Bruce isn’t getting himself or others in harm’s way.

He should scream and punch something. He should get up, get out there, and tirelessly hunt the assholes who did this to his brother.

He should answer his phone, which is lighting up with what is now the fifteenth missed call from Roy. He should find a shoulder to cry on, to let his grief out.

He should do anything but stay here, alone in his apartment, laying on his bed, staring at his white ceiling.

It’s a funny thing, grief.

Since his phone is now ringing with the sixteenth call from Roy, he assumes the Titans know. He wonders who told them. But they had been involved in the initial search and rescue mission, so maybe they got an official message from Batman. He doesn’t want to go to the Titans. This was never his team to begin with, even if he did a few missions with them when he had been Robin. It’s certainly not his team now.

From the beginning, it was Dick’s. Just like the big brother role, which now falls on his shoulders.

Some big brother he is. He’s spent the last few months trying to do his best, but it never seemed to be enough. And now, he can’t even get up from his fucking bed.

One night, Nightwing never gave his all-clear signal. It wasn’t all that worrying in the beginning, they just did a check on his apartment, on his current cases, and organized a rescue mission. When they couldn’t find him on the first day, some of them started worrying. Then one day turned to two, which turned to one week. And one week turned to two, three, and then to a month, and then to months with no lead.

Until yesterday. When Bruce Wayne got a call saying that a corpse had been washed up on the bay. It wasn’t common per se, but it wasn’t unusual. It was Gotham, after all. What was unusual was that the body corresponded to the description of Dick Grayson, who had been filed as a missing person, by now.

They went to the hospital. They checked. Sneaked in bat-gadgets to do additional testing. It was Dick.

Taken from them months ago and now given back to them by the sea, naked and lifeless.

Fuck.

He’s gone. Maybe for good.

And they have to keep living, somehow.

Someone is banging on his door.

He doesn’t know when it started, hasn’t registered the noise until now. But now that he hears it, it’s obliterating. He puts his hands on his ears to try to stop it. When it doesn’t work, he throws the glass that had been sitting on his nightstand at the door. It shatters noisily, but the pounding doesn’t stop.

“Go away!”

“Jay!”

Time seems to freeze. He knows that voice.

“Jay, please open up!”

He’s in front of the door before he can think about it, because this is impossible.

This is impossible. Dick can’t be here.

But he’s here, isn’t he. And so is Damian. And so are so many people around them. So maybe it’s not that impossible.

He opens the door. This might be a trap. This could very much be a trap. But he doesn’t care right now.

Dick is here. His breath catches in his throat, and he lets out a strangled swear. Dick is here, looking as pale as when he saw him on the morgue not four hours ago. He’s drenched by the rain that had been falling nonstop since the morning, as if Gotham herself is mourning her lost son. He’s clenching a large blanket around his shoulders, thinner than the last time Jason saw him alive, but he’s here.

“Um, Hi? I woke up in a morgue, didn’t really know where to go, I figured your apartment was a good choice as any.”

“Well, err…” What do you say to your newly resurrected brother? “Come on in.”

Dick walks into the apartment, and Jason winces when he hears the sound of glass crushing under his brother naked feet. Dick doesn’t even seem to feel it. Figures. On top of the psychological shock it is to, well, die and be brought back, he’s been walking from the hospital under the rain, with nothing but a thin blanket, probably the one that was resting on his body on the morgue. He’s got to be at least mildly hypothermic.

“Maybe you should take a shower and get some warm clothes? You know where the bathroom is.” This is awkward. He should ask dozens of other questions, or maybe hug Dick or something. But he doesn’t feel relieved. He doesn’t feel anything but blank surprise. He might feel relieved later, but for now, his brain is protecting him from feeling anything.

Dick smiles at him, and while it’s familiar, there is something wrong about his face. Jason can’t exactly place what. Something that should be there and isn’t, or the opposite. Dick disappears into his bathroom, and he’s left alone. He would think he had dreamed the whole thing if not for the blood on the glass shard next to his door.

He takes a broom and cleans up the shards. This is easy. This, he can do. And then…

And then, should he call someone? The kids deserve to know. Damian, at least, deserves to know. But can he do that without Dick’s consent? How would he have reacted if someone had revealed his resurrection to Bruce before he was ready? It doesn’t really matter, he thinks absentmindedly, because he’s not Dick and Dick is not him.

He’s still lost in what he should do when Dick comes out of the bathroom. His brother falls heavily on the couch next to him.

“Are you okay?” Stupid question. He knows.

“You mean, besides-” Dick gestures vaguely to his own body- “everything?”

Jason snorts. “Yeah, fair.”

“I’m okay. I mean, I’m not in any pain, but everything seems too loud and too bright and too much everything, so heads up, I might have a panic attack in the near future.”

“Good to know. How is your foot?”

Dick doesn’t seem to understand. “My foot?”

Something cold washes over Jason. Had he not felt anything? “You walked on glass.”

Dick blinks. Looks at his feet. His intact feet.

“How the fuck…” Jason heard the glass crushing. He saw the blood. There is no way Dick didn’t cut himself at least a little. Has he already healed? Jason knows he’s healing a little faster than most people since the pit, but this is something else. Come to think of it, all the scars his brother had had disappeared.

The pit had healed some of his scars too, but if Dick had been resurrected via the pit, he wouldn’t be that calm, would he?

“Feel any…” Jason trails off, trying to find the right words. He gestures vaguely, “…need to kill somebody sometime soon?” So much for finding the right words.

“No pit madness, if that’s what you’re concerned about. No, I’m fine. I mean, freaked out, but I’m fine.”

Come to think of it, his eyes aren’t green, right? He would definitely have noticed if his brother’s eyes had turned green.

That’s when he notices it. Just as the thought crosses his mind, he sees it. He understands why Dick’s face felt weird.

His eyes aren’t green, but they aren’t blue, either.

They’re yellow.

“Your eyes…” he trails off, not knowing exactly what to say.

“I know,” Dick says. “I saw it in the mirror in your bathroom.”

There is something unbelievably sad in the way he says it, as if he’s mourning his irises’ color, of all things. To Jason’s look, he explains, “This was something I got from my mother.”

Jason puts his hand on Dick’s, words on the tip of his tongue, but when he feels his brother’s wrist, everything he wanted to say, from “it’s not the only thing you got from her” to “my eyes were blue too” just evaporates.

The only thing he can say is, “You don’t have a pulse.”

��What?” Dick blinks. Jason just jumps, checking his brother’s wrist again, then his neck, and finally his heart.

“You don’t have a pulse,” he repeats. This is impossible. He’s made bad taste zombie jokes more than once, but overall, his body still functions the same way most humans do. His heart pumps blood into his veins, which fuels his organs, which in return function to keep him alive.

Dick is in front of him, moving, talking, yet his heart isn’t beating. His skin wasn’t any warmer than the room when Jason touched him. He’s probably breathing out of habit more than out of need. He’s an animated corpse.

This is so fucked up. And so out of Jason’s expertise.

“We need to call Bruce.” The words are out of his mouth before he can think about the implications. About how he’s running back to his father in the face of an issue he can’t solve.

A hand is immediately on his. “Wait. No.”

Jason takes a deep breath. “Dick, we can’t let him, let them, think you’re dead.” Not to mention he doesn’t know what’s going on and Dick’s heart isn’t beating. He’s not ready to see his brother suddenly drop back dead in front of him.

“I will, but… not now. I just… let me process it all, okay?”

Jason closes his eyes. Who is he to refuse such a thing? “Do you know what happened?”

Dick stays silent for so long that Jason wonders if he’s going to answer at all, before finally sighing, and saying, “I do, part of it. I guess I should have started with that.”

“It’s not the pit,” Jason guesses. The symptoms don’t match.

“It’s not the pit,” Dick confirms. “It’s the owls.”

Jason gives him some time, and, as expected, after a short silence, Dick starts talking again. “I don’t remember much. I was on patrol and suddenly, I was surrounded by Talons. I couldn’t even activate my distress signal. And then… it’s just flashes. Pain. I remember swimming into the ocean, but not how I got there, and I woke up in the morgue.”

“Don’t try to remember,” Jason warns. “Your mind is trying to protect you by making you forget.” He knows it all too well. “Let it. Let it protect you.” Let us protect you stays unsaid. There is no way Jason is going to say this. This is Dick, for fuck’s sake. Strong, independent, unshakable Dick. His big brother, his predecessor whom he never stopped looking up to, despite everything that happened. He doesn’t need to be protected. But he’s here, looking so small in Jason’s hoodie, so scared with his unmoving heart and his cold body.

“They changed me,” Dick says. “I can’t go back to Bruce like this. I’ve changed.”

Jason sighs. “Yes.”

That gets him a snort and a half smile. “Yes? That’s it?”

He shrugs. “What do you want me to say? You’re not the same person you were before you disappeared, that’s true. I won’t tell you that you are. But you’re here, aren’t you. And that’s what matters.”

Realization hits him the moment he says it. Because Alfred had told him that, and so had Dick and even if Bruce hadn’t said it, he made it clear that he felt it. But Jason never really believed that it mattered for him to be there rather than to be like before.

But with Dick now, and with Damian before him, he realizes he doesn’t care if they’re not the same, as long as they’re there. They’ve changed. They’ve all changed. “And you won’t be the same person tomorrow, because everything, every scar you get, everything that you see, changes you at least a little,” he continues, not really knowing where he’s going. “But you’re here.”

“You’re alive.” He says it to a cold body with no blood flowing in its veins, but a cold body that holds his brother.

“You’re alive.” Something else hits him, something he refrained himself from feeling since Dick passed the door. Hope. Relief. Dick is alive.

“You’re alive.” There is another lost child, with a beating heart, who crawled out of his own grave too long ago, and who needs to hear it too. A kid, as big as a man, now, who doesn’t have the shoulders to support the world.

“You’re alive.” He doesn’t really know who he’s saying it to.

“You’re alive.”

And he is.

Endnote: And with this I finished whumptober 2020! Hope you enjoyed the fic! Many thanks to @ohmytoddhewitt for beta reading!

#batfam #dc #fanfiction #Jason Todd #dick grayson #angst #emotional hurt/comfort #death #ressurection #jason todd needs a hug #Dick grayson needs a hug #whumptober 2020 #experiment #left for dead

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faeriescorpio · 1 year

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blog directory stuff: my AUs

My AUs: easily accessable through tags of this post I hope :( list of AUs below:

What I Wouldn’t Give To Trade Places/WIWGTTP AU: William/Damien roleswap, but half-abandoned

Damien Time Travel AU: fanfic with like 1 art, WIP, also WKM related

2020: did egotober and whumptober at the same time and finished both prompts every day (also fanart) 2021: doing just whumptober mostly fics 2022: Going Gray/Old Age AU that is just two fics and a comic 2023:

Did a Dark!DA au where Damien’s not part of Dark instead of DA I think?, see ADWM AU where Dark exists but the DA also has powers?

Spy AU in the form of a comic. Eric Derekson trying to navigate the spy world, while also unraveling the spy corporations darkest secret... (insp.-roles-pt1-pt2-pt3-pt4-pt5)

bodyswap au. exactly how it sounds my guy. humor based

ive got no AUs that ive made any posts about so far this year but i do have Aus in my brain

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whumpshots · 1 year

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Whumptober 2020

Links under the cut!

Day 1: Waking up restrained Day 2: Kidnapped Day 3: Forced to their Knees Day 4: Caged Day 5: Failed escape Day 6: "Stop, please!" Day 7: Enemy to Caretaker

#whump #whump writing #whumptober #whumptober 2020 #masterlist #whump drabbles #old writing

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appalachianapologies · 9 months

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I know you've just started Ted Lasso, so here's a fic snip from that!

“And I know you don’t want to hear this, but it’s important, Jamie. You are a key part of this team. All of you- not just those fast legs or cool tricks with the ball that I honestly still can’t wrap my head around—tried it once in the park and I ended up with a bloody nose— you are an integral part of the team. Not a part of you.”

#ripley's believe it or not; this was supposed to be a quick and efficient hurt and then comfort. a la whumptober 2020. and then #like all of my recent fics it has turned into emotional and angst central #classic vi moment right there #asks #bold-and-nosy #we love bold-and-nosy #in which vi actually writes #ted lasso #the sprained ankle fic #also for context ted is the one speaking but in a perfect world my dialogue is good enough for that to be figured out #is this three sentences? i don't know. it was the whole dialogue tag i just put it all in

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veliseraptor · 2 years

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let's just see if I can wring 400 words out of my brain before I cave and fall asleep. let's see if I can make that happen

#confessions of a frustrated writer #i'm feeling......augh #not great #but YOU KNOW it's WHATEVER #also how the fuck did i write and finish 14 whumptober fics in 2020

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mazegays · 2 years

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fever dream high

Thomas knows his hands are shaking. His whole body is, really--he’s exhausted, hurting, and each step feels heavier than the last. But he can’t stop now. “Thomas.” Minho--no, Minho’s unconscious, bleeding--the only thing keeping him alive is makeshift bandages and Thomas’s hand, covered in rapidly-cooling blood. He never wants to feel the texture of drying blood on his hands again.

Minho watches him. He thinks it might be getting a little creepy, but honestly, this is the first time he’s had a chance to really look at Thomas. (And, no, he doesn’t have a crush, Newt. Thomas is his soulmate, he’s pretty sure, but their marks haven’t appeared yet. He’s not sure Thomas even realizes it.) He’s heard the story a hundred times from Sonya--how Thomas had carried him back, how he’d refused care until Minho was stable. (Which was just stupid of him. It’s not like Minho was on the verge of death.) Thomas hasn’t woken up since they convinced him to lay down. “He was awake for at least a week, Minho. He’ll be out for a while yet.” Miyoko pauses. “He still thinks we can find a way out.” She seems to think Thomas’s determination is out of place. “He’s right,” Minho says. “They put us here to find a way out, and then put us back. What else could they want?” “All their test subjects relatively safe in one spot? For the world at large not to know what they’re doing?” “We’re just a bunch of orphaned kids, Miyoko, what makes you think they would care?” “Well, maybe they have kids that WICKED would take. Stop watching him all the time. What do you think he’ll do when he wakes up?” “Probably ask if I’m okay.” He’s always done that. If Newt hadn’t noticed his ear bleeding after the lightning storm, he never would have said anything about not being able to hear out of one ear. Minho finds the little scar, left by WICKED when they’d fixed it after he’d been shot. He knows Thomas hates it. “I think I’d like to be alone now.” He tells Miyoko. “He can’t even do anything, Minho. He might not…” “He’ll wake up.”

finish on ao3

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whumpetywhump · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023

Included this year are dramas from Korea, China, Japan, Thailand, Hong Kong and the Philippines

Day 1: Swooning Day 2: "They Don't Care About You" Day 3: Solitary Confinement Day 4: Shock Day 5: Pinned Down Day 6: Made To Watch Day 7 (Alt): Shaking Day 8: Outnumbered Day 9 (Alt): Panic Day 10: Stranded Day 11: Captivity Day 12 (Alt): Broken Day 13: Infected Day 14: Water Inhalation Day 15: Makeshift Bandages Day 16: Gurney Day 17: Touch Aversion Day 18: Blindfolded Day 19 (Alt): Body Modification Day 20: Blanket Day 21: Restraints Day 22: Vehicular Accident Day 23 (Alt): Drugged Day 24 (Alt): Reluctant Whumper Day 25: "They're Not Breathing" Day 26: Working To Exhaustion Day 27: Scars Day 28: "You'll Have To Go Through Me" Day 29: Examination Day 30: Bridal Carry Day 31: Lab Rat

Whumptober 2020 & 2021

#whumptober 2023 #whump #kwhump #jwhump #cwhump #thai whump #whump list #asian whump

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glamorouspixels · 8 months

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Miss Fisher's Whumptober Challenge is back for 2023!

What is Whumptober?

Whumptober is a month-long creative fandom challenge consisting of 31 themes and prompts. “Whump” means a work in which characters are put in emotionally and/or physically painful situations, and usually these works can be categorized as hurt/comfort.

How does this work?

If this sounds like your thing, simply go to this spreadsheet, write your name behind one of the prompts, and create something for it (to be posted at any point in October and the first week of November; it doesn’t have to be up on the actual day your prompt was assigned to). Each prompt can be claimed by multiple people and you can create something for as many of them as you want.

Please tag your works “MFMMwhumptober” and if you post them on AO3, you can also add them to this collection.

Even if whump isn’t for you, we’ve modified the event so you can still participate! We’ve had several writers bend the rules and write fluffy or smutty works for this challenge. Just make sure to tag your works appropriately and specify whether they contain comfort elements or are pure angst. Our main goal is to get you to write so all contributions are welcome!

This is the original announcement post and here is the official collection, which you can also add your entries to as long as they somewhat fit the overall theme of the original challenge.

Where can I check out the previous years’ entries?

Whumptober has been a longstanding tradition in this fandom so there are a lot of examples to draw inspiration from. You can read all of the past entries here:

2018

2019

2020

2021

2022

The fandom has grown a lot since last year and we want to encourage as many of you as possible to participate in this wonderful event. We look forward to seeing all your wonderful contributions!

#miss fisher's murder mysteries #mfmm #mfmmwhumptober #miss fisher #phryne fisher #jack robinson #phrack #phryne x jack #mfmm fic #mfmm fanfic #mfmm fanart

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lost-shoe · 2 years

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