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finn-m-corvex · 6 months

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Whumptober 2023 Day 11 - Animal Trap

Day 11! I feel like someone should be adapting this into a Christmas song at this point but that person sure as hell isn't going to be me. My musical skill is literally ass. But at least my writing's pretty damn good if I do say so myself!

@splinnters four more to go! Glad you're loving them so far ^^ it makes me so happy

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They were running, crashing through the tunnels and doing their best not to trip on any rocks as they went. Jay was in the front of the Ninja pack, following behind the Munce as he ran ahead on powerful legs that no one else in their ragtag group shared. He knew Lloyd and Nya were with him, but he had no idea if the others had managed to make it into their tunnel or if they had gone a different way.

“Murt!” he yelled, dodging a low hanging rock jutting from the ceiling that would’ve sliced his forehead open if he hadn’t been quick enough. “How much farther?”

Lloyd caught up to him, running side by side but looking like he was struggling to keep up at Jay’s pace. “The others aren’t here! We have to go back!”

“We can’t go back!” Nya yelled from behind them. She already knew that she couldn’t run as fast as Jay so she wasn’t even trying. “The Skull Sorceror is back there! We’ll regroup with them eventually!”

Jay could still hear the ruckus echoing through the tunnels, small pebbles raining down from the ceiling as the earth rocked around them. He hoped to the First Master that there wouldn’t be a cave-in, because he had no idea what they were going to do if that happened.

Murt came to a halting stop in front of them, and Jay had to slam on his internal brakes to keep from crashing into the Munce. Lloyd and Nya both crashed into his back, and the three of them fell in a heap onto the hard ground, and Jay groaned as both of their weights settled on top of his. “Do you mind? You two aren’t exactly light, you know,”

“I’m sorry, what was that?” Nya said dangerously as she got off of him, and Jay’s brain froze as he registered what he just said.

“N-Nothing! It was nothing.”

“You better hope it was nothing,” Nya growled, and even though Jay could tell she was joking his heart still hammered away in his chest. Lloyd snickered off to the side, and Jay had to restrain himself from smacking his little brother upside the head. Murt looked back and forth between two tunnels, the other two Munce with him also looking very confused.

His heart dropped when he realized that they might be lost in the tunnels. “Which way, Murt?”

Weird glowing crystal thingy flickering on its stick, Murt finally turned around to address Jay directly. “It might be this way, but it could also be this way?”

“That’s great! But do you know which way?”

“Hmm,” Murt rubbed his chin in thought. “Could be this way, but it might be that way.”

Lloyd sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “That’s not very helpful, Murt-”

But he was interrupted by an earth-shattering sound of rock falling, and Jay paled as he realized that the cave was starting to collapse just as he feared it would. He could see the cracks forming in the ceiling, spreading rapidly as dust sprinkled on the shoulders of their gi and pebbles fell from above. It wasn’t safe here, they needed to move.

Jay pushed the Munce aside, trusting his brother and Yang to follow behind him. “RUN!”

And that’s what they did.

Left, right, left, left again—Jay kept picking tunnel after tunnel, trusting his gut to lead him the right way. Everyone was sprinting behind him, and it dawned on him that he was actually leading the group. If anything happened, it was going to happen to him first, and he was determined to keep it that way.

He kept running even after the shaking had ceased and the tunnel had gone quiet, mostly due to the adrenaline still pumping through his veins, but he really should’ve stopped to look where he was going.

Jay abruptly screamed as sharp teeth dug into his leg with a loud crack, ripping through his gi and lodging themselves deep into the limb. He went down like a log, hitting the ground harshly before he could try to catch himself. Trying to move his leg only made pain shoot up his leg, causing him to cry out again as blood started soaking into his pant leg.

“Jay! What happened?” Lloyd shouted. Jay was gasping, finally managing to catch his breath despite the fiery inferno forming in his calf.

“Stop!” he yelled back down the tunnel; he hadn’t realized how far away the others had gotten. “There’s traps!”

“Traps?!” Nya yelled back, “Jay! Are you okay?”

“I’m stuck!” except he was definitely more than stuck.

And looking down at what was keeping him there almost made him sick.

It was a trap like ones that hunters would use to catch bears and other large animals, rusted and round and riddled with sharp teeth that were currently buried in his leg. He was distressed to see that some of the teeth were long enough to go clean through one side of his leg and out the other, dripping in blood. He was pretty sure the force had broken the bone in some capacity.

Sitting up as much as he could, Jay did his best to keep it still, looking around and seeing a dozen similar traps littering the tunnel floor. Just his luck: he had managed to step into the very first one.

Maybe he could pry it off? Reaching down, Jay took the jaws in his hands and pulled as hard as he could. The shock of feeling the teeth slide out of his muscles made his skin crawl, and the sudden jolt of pain pain pain caused him to let go. Tears started blurring his vision as the jaws snapped shut around his leg again, and Jay hated how close he was crying. He had gone through so much worse than this, so why was he crying now?

Nya and Lloyd came around the corner along with the Munce, and Nya gasped when she saw the sight of her Yin’s bloody leg. “Oh First Master.”

“Yes, I know, it looks bad,” Jay said quickly, gritting his teeth together and trying to keep his leg from shaking, “but gawk later and free me now, please.”

She stepped forward and cupped his face, stroking his cheekbones and pressing a light kiss to his forehead; she must’ve seen how close he was to breaking down. “Hold on, okay? We’ll get you out of this.”

Two of the Munce stepped forward with grim expressions, one of them being Murt. “Traps set by the Skull Sorceror, meant to trap Munce so they can be taken to the mines,” he said bitterly, shaking his head as he knelt down next to the trap. “We must be getting close. I will help with this one.”

Before Jay could prepare himself, Murt and the other Munce had each grabbed one side of the trap and started pulling, and he screamed again as the teeth tore through muscle and ripped skin. Lloyd shoved something into his mouth; it felt like the handle of his sword. Jay quickly bit down, muffling the screams and giving him something else to focus on while he was freed. Nya stroked through his hair while Lloyd wrapped an arm around his waist, both of them talking even though Jay had no idea what they were saying.

Once his leg was freed, Murt threw the broken trap away farther down the tunnel, picking some pebbles and triggering the other traps with the help of the other Munce. Lloyd propped Jay up against the rock wall.

He wiped Jay’s brow with his sleeve. “There, is that a little better?”

“A little,” Jay said, mostly to try and reassure his little brother because it was absolutely not better. To his relief, Lloyd looked slightly happier, and Jay knew that it was worth whatever pain sitting up was currently causing him.

Leaning over his leg, Lloyd frowned, looking a little green in the face as he inspected Jay’s injury. “It, uh, it’s definitely not good.”

“Could you be a little more specific?” Nya snipped, but Jay knew that she was only worried. He reached up and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, giving her a small smile, and she looked slightly regretful. “Sorry, that was mean.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” Lloyd assured; he knew as well as Jay how Nya could get when she was under pressure. “He’s not walking on it, that’s for sure. I’m pretty sure it’s broken.”

“It is,” Jay confirmed. After all, he had heard the bone breaking when the trap triggered the first time, “so you guys are gonna have to carry me out of here.” Trying to not look at the pool of blood forming under his leg was very difficult when there was nothing else to look at. At least he still had his Yang’s gorgeous eyes to stare into instead.

Rolling his eyes at Jay’s goo-goo gaze, Lloyd scoffed. “Come on, we don’t have a moment to lose. Let’s get you up.”

He looped one of Jay’s arms around his shoulders while Nya took the other, and together they heaved him up. Jay cried out but quickly bit his lip after his injured leg was jostled, feeling the dizziness start to set in from the pain. Nya and Lloyd quickly lifted him up a little higher, both of them looking concerned as he opened his glassy eyes.

“You okay?” Lloyd asked anxiously, and Nya’s expression hardened as the blood from his leg started staining the soles of her boots. She grunted under his weight, and Jay was suddenly very self-conscious of how much he had eaten before they came underground. Hopefully it wasn’t too noticeable.

Pain consumed his leg once the two started moving, but Jay was determined to keep it to himself. “I’m fine, keep going,” he gritted out, teeth clenched as he brought his good leg up and used the other two Ninja as makeshift crutches.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t keep it up for very long. Soon he was telling Nya to set him back down against the wall, Lloyd carefully laying his leg out while Jay shut his eyes and took deep breaths, fighting against the overwhelming urge to vomit up everything in his stomach.

“We cannot stay here,” Murt said from the front of the group; the three Ninja had fallen to the back because of Jay, “especially when we are so close to our home.”

“He just needs a minute,” Nya said, and Jay was disappointed in the fact that he was definitely going to need more than a minute.

Frowning at the trail of blood left in their wake, Lloyd took another look at the injury. “We don’t have enough supplies to bandage it here, but we need to staunch the bleeding. You’re losing way too much blood.”

“Like a tourniquet?” Nya asked, letting Jay lean his head onto her shoulder. “I-I don’t know, Lloyd.”

“He won’t last if we don’t do it, Nya, unless we want to try cauterizing it-” and Jay was rapidly shaking his head despite his dizziness because no they were not doing that. Nya winced in sympathy, quickly patting his head.

Sighing, Lloyd took off the strap that held the holster for his weapon, reaffixing the holster to his belt and testing the strength of the strap. He carefully positioned a few inches above Jay’s wound, right above his knee, wrapping it around and around until it was tight enough. Nya squeezed Jay’s hand, and Jay was grateful for her silent support; they both knew the part that came after this wasn’t pretty.

“Three, two, one,” Lloyd counted down, and Jay screamed when his brother yanked the strap as tight as he could around his thigh. The pain was blinding, and it only grew worse as Lloyd shoved the handle of his sword into the knot and twisted. He knew how tourniquets were supposed to work, and he knew that Lloyd was only doing what he had to do, but that didn’t make it hurt any less. A few stray tears leaked out of his eyes that Nya was quick to wipe away, and Jay allowed himself to sob exactly one time before he clamped his mouth shut.

Jay was so out of it that he didn’t realize the other two were lifting him up until he was weighless, the pain still pulsating up his leg. “Hold on, Jay. We’re gonna get you some help,” Nya said, and Jay let his eyes close. He had the utmost faith in her and Lloyd to get him to safety.

And hopefully, safety wasn’t too far away, because there was only so long you could keep a tourniquet on before tragedy would strike.

#whumptober 2023 #finn's writing #ninjago jay #ninjago fanfiction #lego ninjago #ninjago nya #ninjago whumptober #whumptober day 11 #ninjago lloyd

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serickswrites · 7 months

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Going Dark

Warnings: blood, broken bones, restraint, gun, gunfire, unclear character status, captivity

Whumpee's chest was heaving as they ran. Their legs ached and their lungs burned, but they had to keep running. They had to get away. Whumper had been careless and left the door unlocked, so today was the day.

Whumpee screamed as the worst pain they had ever felt overwhelmed them. They fell clutching at their leg that was now trapped in a bear trap. Blood flowed from around the teeth of the trap that was now thoroughly embedded in their leg. They were sure their ankle had broken. Between the pain of the wound and the pain in their bones, Whumpee was nauseous.

This couldn't be happening. This was their one chance to escape. They howled their agony into the night, not caring who heard them. They were as good as dead anyway.

"You have my attention, Whumpee." Whumper's cold voice came from the other side of the clearing.

"Please, please," Whumpee begged through their tears.

"Please, what?" Whumper's voice was only loud enough to just hear.

"Please," Whumpee sobbed, "just let me go. I won't tell anyone."

Whumper frowned. "But I'm not done with you yet."

Whumper surveyed Whumpee coldly. There was no emotion or warmth in their gaze. Their eyes held no emotion as they raised their hunting rifle. "No one will find you." And they fired.

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smilesrobotlover · 7 months

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Whumtpober day 11- captivity, no one will ever find you

Another king of the Gerudo fic, kind of. It’s more about Ammon’s backstory which, if you know, you know.

Warning for kidnapping, drugging, and emotional distress.

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“Come on Cherry, move!”

Ammon smacked the horse’s behind gently, but she didn’t budge. He grumbled and tried to pull on the reins, but she remained stubborn. They were picking apples from the forests in Hyrule field, which was tedious and annoying, especially since Cherry, who carried the apples, refused to listen to him.

“Darn it Cherry. Why don’t you ever work with me girl?”

Ammon heard a chuckle from behind him and he turned to see his older brother Georgie walking towards him.

“Why can’t you get her to move? She likes you more anyways!” Ammon complained, and Georgie shook his head.

“Ammon, when I move to Hateno village, you need to learn how to control her yourself.”

Ammon grumbled again, glaring at the pink horse in front of him. Georgie shook his head and walked over to him, making clicking noises with his mouth, which got Cherry’s attention. He grabbed the reins from Ammon and gently led her down the path, with Ammon watching.

“How do you do that?” He asked as they began walking again.

Georgie gave Cherry some soothing words of affirmation before answering Ammon. “You’re too hard on her, Ammon. She— really all horses— respond best to rewarding. If you do nothing but yell at her, she’ll only get more upset.”

Ammon sighed. “But she never listens to me, why would I reward her for doing nothing?”

“Look for the correct things she does. Take your time to soothe her. It’s the only way she’ll know how you feel. If you’re upset with her disobeying you, she’ll know when you don’t reward her.”

Ammon sighed and gave Cherry a few pats on the neck.

“I think you’re just a natural at this, Georgie.”

His brother chuckled. “It just takes time and patience. You’ll get it.”

“Well, I have to. I doubt mother and father will want to take care of her.”

“True, and they’ll just force you to do it anyway. Might as well get on her good side while I’m here.” Georgie wandered over to Ammon and shoved something in his hands. “These help to get on her good side,” he said with a wink before continuing down the path. Ammon looked at what was in his hands and smiled. Five sugar cubes rested in his hands, and he pocketed them, ready to use them the next time Cherry decided to act up.

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“Good goddesses, this errand is taking forever,” Ammon complained.

“Good goddesses you sure do complain a lot,” Georgie rebutted. Ammon frowned. “What? You do!”

“I don’t complain that much.”

“Ammon you’re now seventeen, for mother’s sake, try to act like it.”

Ammon scoffed. “How are seventeen year olds supposed to act anyways? I met someone older than me who acted like a child, I think that the way we act is not connected with age—“

“Ammon, shush!”

Ammon stopped and narrowed his eyes at Georgie. He had an intense expression on his face as he stood there frozen. Ammon frowned and walked over to him.

“What’s wrong?”

Georgie didn’t reply, but Ammon heard a strange sizzling sound, followed by laughter. He turned to the sound but Georgie grabbed his arm.

“We need to move, NOW!”

Ammon nearly yelped as he was shoved harshly, and he started running, not understanding what they were running from. Cherry was startled at the sudden intense running, but she followed closely, galloping close to the two brothers. Ammon looked behind him and saw Georgie behind the both of them, and that’s when he also saw a group of red men chasing them.

Oh goddesses those were the yiga.

Panic shot through Ammon and he almost stumbled from his legs nearly freezing up.

Goddesses they were going to die. They were going to die they were going to die.

Ammon heard a sizzling sound in front of him, and he skidded to a stop when a yiga member teleported right in front of him. Georgie nearly rammed into Ammon with the sudden stop, and he frantically looked behind him. They were surrounded.

“G-Georgie?” Ammon stuttered, and the yiga stepped closer, causing Cherry to fuss.

“Well well well, what do we have here?” The yiga in front of them walked closer, causing Ammon to back up right into Georgie. “A couple of rats alone in the woods, eh?”

“What do you want from us?” Georgie said firmly, and he put a hand on Ammon’s shoulder to keep him from shaking.

“Oh, nothing much, you might have something valuable to us.”

“What? Rupees? Apples?”

Ammon looked at Cherry, worried that they wanted Georgie’s horse, but the yiga waved his hand away.

“Rupees are tempting, but we don’t need those.”

Georgie growled and wrapped his arm around Ammon and grabbed Cherry’s reins.

“You’re not taking my horse.”

The yiga member laughed. “That horse looks to be more trouble than what it's worth,” he walked closer, and Ammon felt Georgie’s arm tighten. “No we don’t want your horse, or your rupees, or—eugh— apples. We want you.”

Ammon heard a popping sound and he was kicked in the head, causing him to fall out of Georgie’s grip. He landed on the ground with a painful thud, and someone grabbed his hair, dragging him across the dead leaves and sharp sticks. Ammon flailed his arms and legs around and broke free from the Yiga dragging him, but he was quickly pinned to the ground with his arms underneath the yiga’s legs. Ammon struggled under the weight but he wasn’t strong enough.

“AMMON!” He heard Georgie yell out, and Ammon watched as he was swarmed with the cultists. The yiga on top of him shoved a rag on his face, and Ammon gasped involuntarily, breathing in a sweet smell on the rag. He tried to throw his face out of the rag, but unconsciousness began to overcome him, and the last thing he heard before fainting was the laughter of the yiga.

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Ammon groaned as he began to wake up, and he found himself pressed up against someone. He flinched and pushed himself away and his back hit something harshly. He groaned in pain and the person he was close to groaned as well.

“Looks like the little rat is awake.”

Ammon looked up and realized that he was in a small cage with his hand cuffed to the floor. Yiga clan members stared at him from beyond the bars, and Ammon’s chest constricted with fear. He looked at the person next to him and recognized Georgie, who seemed to still be unconscious. Ammon leaned over his brother, and worriedly eyed his bloody head. He growled and glared up at the yiga who’s red eye symbol stared back at him menacingly, and the anger was quickly replaced with fear.

“Wh-what do you want from us?” Ammon stuttered, holding his brother closer to him. The yiga laughed at him mockingly, which made Ammon angry again. “My parents will send someone for us! You can’t keep us here forever!”

The yiga roared with laughter, and one leaned against the bars.

“Listen here you little rat, they can send a search party for you, they can send an entire army, but no one will ever find you.”

The yiga member at the bars began laughing maliciously, and the group left Ammon alone with his brother. Ammon sat there in silence, trying to comprehend everything that happened to him and Georgie. They were prisoners to the dangerous cult of the Yiga, he had no idea where they were, and he doubted that his parents would have a clue. They were all over the different forests in Hyrule field, how would they be able to pinpoint where exactly they were taken? Ammon gasped when he remembered their horse. Was Cherry ok? Georgie would never forgive himself if his beloved horse was hurt because of the yiga. And that horse was now going to be Ammon’s responsibility, he had to care about her as much as Georgie now.

If they ever make it out alive.

Ammon whimpered and curled up next to Georgie, fear clutching his heart.

They were never going to make it out alive.

Georgie stirred and opened his eyes to see Ammon next to him. He seemed confused at first, but realization hit him, and he grabbed Ammon, pulling him close.

“Ammon, are you ok? Are you hurt?”

Ammon buried his face in Georgie’s chest. “I-I’m not hurt but— Georgie we—“ Ammon broke down in sobs. They were never going home again, they were probably going to suffer for the rest of their lives. Ammon was never going to hear mother’s laughter again, or father’s off-key singing. He was never going to feel the rain again, or the feeling of escaping the busy castle town. He cried, feeling like he wasted his short life away, and his brother only held him closely.

“We’re never getting out of this,” Ammon cried, “we’re never going home!”

Georgie stroked his hair, though he didn’t make a sound, Ammon knew he was just as scared.

“We’re gonna get out of this, Ammon,” Georgie said softly after a long moment of Ammon crying. “We’re gonna get home. Just you wait brother.” Georgie hugged Ammon tightly, and the two held each other in the small cage.

#man Ammon can be a little brat when he wants to #like I said as soon as a big brother figure is around he starts complaining #but uh. this does get dark in the end #kidnapping #smiles writes #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 11 #also why is there a whumptober ai tag?#who is using ai to do whumptober?#you suck #king of the Gerudo

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comfort-questing · 7 months

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11. animal trap

he'd tried not to look. bad enough to feel, as the thin burning line of pain where the wire snare cut into his skin turned into a throbbing that traveled from foot to knee and back again. he could feel the blood soaking through his trouser leg, and down into his boot, warmth growing chilly as the night came on.

at least it hadn't been one of the iron jaw traps he'd tripped. he didn't know if he'd have a leg still, if that had happened; this was bad enough, and trying to pry at the wire had only bloodied and bruised his numb fingertips, not to mention jolting the shallow wound ringing his leg.

he had ample time to think, as the damp of the leaves beneath him soaked slowly through his clothes, as he shivered in the gathering night wind. think about what a numbskull he'd been, trying to run away like this. the outlaws didn't like it when you left their territory, not after you'd learned enough to find their camp again.

but that wasn't his life anymore. he didn't want it to be. even if only shame and punishment waited for him beyond the edge of the forest, he'd take that over what had been.

the pain in his leg was bad enough that the half-healed whip-marks on his back had almost faded away in comparison, but shifting back and forth still tugged at them, the newest assortment overlaid on old scars. that was what you got for messing up, for being soft. for letting a wagon escape in the fighting, or a merchant's wife slip away into the woods after she'd left her jewelry behind her.

...what punishment would come to him when they found him, he couldn't guess. something worse, no doubt. better not to think about it now; it would come as it came, and perhaps with some luck he'd freeze or starve first.

he huddled into his patched cloak, shivers pulling his shoulderblades painfully together, and tugged at the wire again even though he knew it wouldn't make any difference.

after a while, time started to lose its meaning; only that the night was quite black about him, and the moon rising and then sinking again as he drifted in and out of fitful sleep, the cold numbing his injuries. he thought he heard the birds singing, two or three times, but was sure they were just his imagination, because it was still dark each time.

but by and by the sky between the treetops was slightly lighter than the inky branches, and the blackness faded to gray, and his breath could be seen on the air again, a thin skin of frost riming the damp autumn leaves mounded on the floor of the gully he had slipped into. he curled and uncurled his fingers and toes, reflexively, although he could barely feel them move, and licked at his dry lips.

it was not footsteps that startled him, but a rustle of leaves and then hooves on the path somewhere above, and that was enough to tell him it wasn't the outlaws anyway; there weren't any horses at the camps, being too difficult to feed and keep quiet. he wrestled helplessly with whether to call out or not, as he squinted into the early daylight, and then the high-pitched bark of a dog from somewhere in the rider's shadow solved his problem for him.

"hey, what's that, Bobble? squirrels? bandits?"

the voice was young, likely a girl's, and the shaggy pony in the path halted to let its rider peer downwards. the small black dog on the ground was pointing as best it could, fringed tail at alert and nose tilted towards him.

"oh, good grief," said the girl, from inside her hood, "a misfortune'd ranger or something? say, man, did you spend the night down there for fun, or need a hand up?"

at last he managed to make his hoarse throat work again, and get out the words: "help me - please."

getting him out of the trap was an ugly business, and required a couple of sticks as well as the girl's knife to help out, while he breathed slowly in and out and tried not to faint with the pain. he did stay conscious, after a fashion, but not a very good one; he had no memory of the wire finally giving in and snapping, or the makeshift bandage being applied.

he did remember, though, the look on the girl's face as his sleeve slid back during the scrambling climb upward, exposing the criminals' brand on the inside of his forearm. a moment of stillness, her eyebrows drawing together, and then a twitch of her mouth.

"well," she said, after a moment, "get on, I can't lift you up the slope myself."

--and he dazedly decided that that would be enough of a project, with one leg and dubious arm assistance, that the rest would keep til later.

#whump #hurt comfort #medieval whump #whumptober day 11 #whumptober 2023 #if we get a good sickfic prompt we might meet these two again bc yeaaaaaaah nothing like freezing in a ditch to get a sickfic started

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dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night · 7 months

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Whumptober No. 11: “No one will find you.”

TW: religion, death

No one will find you

Not here, in the mouth of hell

Where morals fall through

And mold creeps up the church bell

Heed now our singing

Of things lost and things unknown

Our cry of mourning

Echoing and far overgrown

Taglist: @hugh-lauries-bald-spot @whumpsday @whumpshaped @heavenlyeden @whumpytine

#Abraham original: Hot off the press #Whumptober2023 #Whumptober day 11 #No one will find you #Whump #Whump poetry #Poetry

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jewishicequeen · 6 months

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Kinou's life may have taken a turn after a turn to the worst, but the tea has always stayed the same. Warm, serene and nostalgic, when he close his eyes he can almost feel Ashita beside him, almost hear their father's voice. Trouble and poverty and worry wash away and calm takes over.

Kinou brew a lot of tea in the last few months.

Late @whumptober for the prompt “No one will find you”

Warnings: Injuries, cringe, and Ashita being Ashita.

#my writing #if you read this without knowing sushi you have my atmost respect.#whumptober 2023 #no one will find you #whumptober day 11 #and the sushi's free #והסושי חינם #אנימיוזיקלס #animusicals #fanfiction #ashita #ashita botsurakusha #kinou #kinou botsurakusha

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basicallyjaywalker · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 11

Hope

Characters: Lloyd, Misako, Luna, Jackie (woooo multi character whump)

Prompts: "all the lights going dark and my hope's destroyed," capitivity, "no one will find you"

Length: 1,598

So I um. I lost it a little. I'm still not fully satisfied with this but it's 12:30 AM and I need to be up in less than 8 hours for class :/ I don't write a lot of character death bc booooo but it's really fun to wrote

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evelynmlewis · 2 years

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Whumptober 11: Self bandaged wound Go easy on me it's my first real painting in Rebelle 5

#rocket science #linktober #whumptober 2022 #whumptober day 11 #i thought the dripping effects would look cool for blood #loz #legend of zelda

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calinaannehart · 2 years

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Day 11: “911 what’s your emergency?”

Sloppy bandages | self-done first aid | makeshift splint

Buck had been bouncing with excitement since he had arrived at Eddie’s just after six that morning, two takeaway coffees in hand ready for the three-hour drive to the camp. It was amusing, and pretty adorable if Eddie was honest, just how excited Buck was to see a child who wasn’t biologically his, and it feels wrong to say that Chris isn’t his child. Because Buck basically is his parent in every way that matters. He loves, supports, and cares, maybe a little too much, but the point is that he does.

#whumptober 2022 #whumptober #whump #whumptober day 11 #evan buckley #911 fox #evan buck buckely #9 1 1 on fox #fanfiction #9 1 1 fanfiction #911 on fox #eddie diaz #911 fanfic

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newwwwusername · 6 months

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Fic title : Keeping the Streets Safe

@whumptober 2023 prompt : “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed" (Animal trap | Captivity | “No one will find you")

Rating : Mature

Archive Warning : Graphic Depictions of Violence

Fandom : Zootopia

Pairing : Nick/Judy

Additional tags : Fantastic Racism, Kidnapping, Torture, Hate Crimes, Hurt Nick Wilde, Bear TrapsCages, Muzzles, T.A.M.E. Shock Collars (Zootopia), Injury, Blood, Violence, Major Character Injury, Amputation

Word count : 1,092

#fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic challenge #fanfic prompts #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 11 #zootopia #nick wilde #judy hopps #violence

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fletcherwilbury · 6 months

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@whumptober Day 11: "No one will find you."

Warning for Physical combat, threats, weapons

#whumptober #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 11 #“no one will find you.”#tmnt #tmnt 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2012 mikey #tmnt 2012 rahzar #physical combat cw #threats tw #weapons tw

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boowhumps · 7 months

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Whumptober 2023

Day 11

(@whumptober)

By -B.W

⚠TW⚠

~ Swearing

~ Mentions of Torture

~ Mentions of Death

~ Mentions of Suicide

Enjoy!

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“VEA..” Silva mumbles annoyed, walking around.

Suddenly, she spots VEA, sitting amongst the other Poppets.

“VEA.” She says, arms crossed.

VEA turns, and quickly stands, rushing towards her.

Silva sighs. “You have work to do, VEA.” She tilts VEA’s head up by her chin. “Don’t make me discipline you, little one.”

VEA nods, and rushed off to do her duties.

As she walks, VEA turns to look behind her. When she doesn’t spot Silva, she sighs, and yanks off the mask on her face.

“..fuckin’ hell..” She mumbles, walking fast as to avoid anyone seeing her.

She makes it to her destination, and walks into a room with a portal. She stares into it, eyes narrowing.

“Eris, Lynasel. 010 Enoix Dr. #09.” She mumbles.

The portal changes color, and VEA walks through. She slips their mask back on, and lets her eyes adjust to the area.

She walks down a familiar sidewalk, head facing down. She stops in front of a brown house, eyes locking on it.

She walks towards it, and stops at the front door.

She sighs.

And she walls through it.

Upon entering, she spots the lights on in the living room, and a figure sitting on the couch.

VEA stops in her tracks, wide eyed.

Wait..

She takes a deep breath, remembering they can't see her.

She walks closer, looking at the person.

Black, messy hair..

Tired brown eyes..

The moon hair clip..

VEA looks away, not wanting to remember.

Footsteps approach, scaring VEA further.

Another person walks in.

Long, black hair..

Grey eyes..

The memories flood VEA, forcing her to look away.

She backs into the shadows of the room, silently listening to them speak.

"..Violet, what did you wanna talk about.?" Kaiden mumbles, sitting across from her.

Violet sighs. "..it's about.. Karyme.."

VEA's eyes widen.

That name..

It seems like forever since she heard it..

"What about her.?" Kaiden asks.

Violet puts down her cup, sighing. "A bit after the.. misunderstanding you both had.. she texted me, asking me to meet up with her.."

Kaiden raises an eyebrow. "She talked to you.?"

Violet nods. "We met at the bar we used to go to all the time.. we talked.. we drank.. just stupid shit.."

Kaiden nods at her to continue.

"We were both wasted soon enough, and then she started.. saying things.." Violet mumbles.

"Things?" Kaiden asks.

"She was.. confessing to me. She said that the whole 'moving away' thing was a cover up.." Violet hangs her head down.

Kaiden stares at her. "Violet.."

"It was all a lie, Kaiden.. She wasn't moving away.. not in the way we thought.." Violet says, covering her mouth.

"..when she got to Armoni.. she was planning to.."

Violet. Inhales sharply, not looking at Kaiden..

Although it seems they both know what that means..

"I.." Kaiden says, shaking his head. "..when was this.?"

Violet chokes back a sob. "..2 days before.. She-.."

Kaiden holds a hand up. "I know.."

Violet hides her face in her hands, a few tears slipping down her face.

"..I could've helped her-.. If I wasn't so damn wasted-.!" Violet curses, crying.

Kaiden stands up and approaches her, and hugs her tightly. She doesn't hug back, only continues to sob.

VEA stares horrified.

It made no sense..

Weren't they-?

...

Nothing added up anymore.

VEA finds herself walking backwards, until she suddenly crashes into a bookshelf.

It hardly moves, but a book at the top wobbles..

And then falls.

It hits the floor with a loud thump causing both Violet and Kaiden to turn in VEA's direction.

VEA stands completely still, petrified as they look in her direction.

Kaiden sighs. "Probably should have put that back.."

He walks towards VEA but stops just feet away and picks up the book setting it back on the shelf.

VEA gasps, realizing once that they cannot see her.

She can only stand and stare as she watches them leave the house.

...

Sometimes she wishes they saw her..

...

Then it would've been easy to say "I'm sorry."

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#whumptober #whumptober day 11 #whump writing #damn.#this was fun to write.#idk maybeee its because VEA is one of my fav OC's #so innocent yet so.. not.#kinda sad what happens to her in the actual lore of my story :/#BUT anywaysss that is all folks #and as always #enjoy! :)

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serickswrites · 2 years

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Unbreakable

Warnings: broken bones, escape

Whumpee bit their lip as they hobbled over to the table at the side of the room. They needed to see if Whumper had anything, absolutely anything, they could bind to their leg. They were pretty sure their ankle was broken, but they weren’t one hundred percent certain.

They just knew they needed to get out of there as soon as possible. Whumpee’s eyes landed on a short metal pole. Long enough to go up their leg, but short enough that it would still be below their knee.

Ripping the sleeve off their shirt, Whumpee quickly wrapped the pole along their leg, trying to provide their ankle as much stability as possible. Once they were satisfied that the pole wasn’t going to skewer them as they ran, Whumpee stood up and hobbled out of the room. They were getting out of here. One way or another.

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw broken bones #tw escape #whumptober 2022 #whumptober day 11 #prompt: 911 what's your emergency #prompt: makeshift splint #queue

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fanfictasia · 2 years

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Whumptober Day 11

Self-Done First-Aid

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Card of Hearts

Ahsoka makes a beeline to Anakin’s side the moment she hears he’s awake again. He looks exhausted, but he’s alive, and she doesn’t think there’s ever been a moment she was more terrified than when Sidious was electrocuting Anakin. She’s still hardly sure how her master did manage to kill the Sith, but – this is Anakin.

“Master,” she breaths, dropping onto the side of his bed and wrapping her arms tightly around him. He pulls her close, chin pressing against the area between her montrals. She’s getting a little big for him to hold her like that, not that it matters right now.

“Are you alright, Snips?” Anakin asks.

“You’re the one who’s been in a medbay for days!”

“I know you were injured in the fight,” Anakin points out.

“Nothing significant,” Ahsoka assures, burrowing into his side. She’d been able to take care of the first aid herself, “Can we go home now?” It’s all she wants to do. The fight is finally over – is still doesn’t feel real – and there’s a lot left to do for the galaxy, but at least they no longer need to fear being torn apart.

“Yes,” he agrees, “We can. Padme will be waiting. And Obi-Wan is coming.”

“He is?” Ahsoka asks, perking up. “You two talked?”

Anakin nods. “We did. He will stay.”

It’s going to be strange, having him back. “Even though we’re Sith? That’s going to be… I’m glad, but –”

“I know,” Anakin agrees, “We still have much to discuss with him.” He looks happier, she can tell, happier than she’s seen him in a long time.

“It worked,” Ahsoka says, almost dreamily, “I can’t believe it.”

“Yes,” he agrees, but there’s a slight edge there. He sounds more… not unhappy, but she doesn’t know how happy he is either. He cares for Sidious, Ahsoka knows, even if he also hates him, so she knows it might be… hard.

She doesn’t know what she could say to him though, so for now, she’s just content to stay in his arms.

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