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Whumpril 2024 - Alternate 2 - Brain Fog

Just a little short something!! Just a Mariano POV on the smoothie incident from last whumpril! Also I haven't forgotten about day 25 I PROMISE you just know how it is sometimes

TWs: drugging, poisoning, collapse

The starting gunshot sounded miles away. Sweat was already pouring down Mariano's face, his heart already rabbiting in his chest as he kicked off a second too late. The others were already ahead of him by two paces, and his legs burned as he pushed himself to move faster.

Everything smeared around him, his shots of magic only connecting with the targets because of all the training they did. He didn't know why he felt so awful. He'd had enough sleep, seven and a half hours of solid rest. He'd had breakfast, and then Dimitri even made him a smoothie.

It had been so sweet of him, and now he was going to waste the good-will he'd finally earned by messing up the drill. They'd even gone easy on him. There had been no prank.

The others must've really wanted to impress the people watching.

He didn't remember climbing the wall, only hitting the ground. His wrists smarted as he kicked off again. A harsh, rasping static filled Mariano's ears, filled his mask, snaked in around the metal conductive bit between his teeth and slipped down his throat. He couldn't breathe. His heart skipped every other beat, every three beats. It couldn't make up its mind.

He couldn't breathe.

His chest was tearing itself apart.

They barrelled into the warehouse. They took out the targets. Mariano's knees almost gave out.

He couldn't ruin this.

Down the stairs. The metal pitched under him and it was impossible to keep his footing. He had to keep going. The world kept tilting.

Mariano's eyes rolled back as his legs finally gave out. Chaos roared around him as he finally stopped moving, stopped running, everything drowned out by soothing darkness that rolled over him. Someone touched him. Others were shouting.

Mariano didn't know what was going on. His limbs felt like lead. Someone had their fingers against his wrist. His mask was pulled away from his face. He couldn't get his eyes open. Mariano thought his lungs were going to burst.

He was going to die here.

He hoped the others wouldn't be angry.

He hoped Luis wouldn't be angry.

Everything gently fell away as he was swallowed up by warm silence, like water slipping over his face in a hot bath after a long day.

Mariano couldn't even be afraid.

@whump-captain @whumpr @whumperofworlds @lektricwhump @cyberwhumper

@bxtterflystxtches @inscrutable-shadow @honeybees-125 @i-eat-worlds

#nooooo baby #luis does actually care about his well-being at least #he will be mad if you die but not because it's your fault #other writers #other whumps #mutuals: ruin

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Please please please let me hunt you down I promise I’ll only kill and eat you a little please please please

#rhys velancier

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as far as i'm concerned all gore is necessary

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heads up everybody who uses taglists: tumblr's made a change where you can only tag 5 people per line of text. so if you have a taglist like this:

@persononeee @persontwoo @personthreee @personfourr @personfivee @personsixx @personsevenn

the last two people won't be tagged at all! in order to make sure everybody gets a notification, you can do it like this:

@persononeee @persontwoo @personthreee @personfourr @personfivee

@personsixx @personsevenn

remember to check your taglist after posting, preferably on the mobile app, where the difference between tagged and untagged users will be visually obvious.

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One of my absolute favorite tropes is “We have taken the one you love most!” “Oh, have you? Good fukken luck lmao” *distant screams of kidnappers as loved one escapes* or the flipside: “We’ve kidnapped you!” “You are in so much trouble. You are in so much fucking trouble. You are in the most trouble ever, oh my god.” *DOOR EXPLODES INWARDS AS LOVED ONE ARRIVES* and the alternate: *vehicle pulls up, door opens, person is shoved out, door slams, vehicle screeches away* “Did you get kidnapped??” “For a minute yeah”

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#i've been meaning to load it

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Is this anything

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Nice whumpy thing: when people are intensely pragmatic about their injuries illnesses.

“Listen, if I pass out…”

“If you let up pressure, I’ll bleed out. So just, don’t move.”

“I know it ill hurt, just do what you need to.”

#“i'm going to scream” is my kryptonite tbh

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The point of fiction is actually to put that guy in a situation™️, and he might try to tell you the point is to then get him out of the situation, WRONG, second situation

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Tyler took a step away, reaching for the gun on his hip; the stranger’s eye followed his hand.

“We’re not supposed to hurt reapers.” The stranger said, “And the rules don’t quite apply to me, but, still…”

Tyler drew his gun and took aim, the stranger reached out and seized him by the wrist. His grip was bruising, his skin like ice. Tyler tried to pull away, but the stranger pulled him closer, leaning down to match his height.

“I don’t want it to come to that.” He whispered. Dark, tired eyes looked to Tyler’s gun, then back to him. “Drop it.”

#ohoho #other writers #other whumps

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Whumpril 2024 - Day 24 - No Time To Rest

Miguel is @whumpr's, you know the drill, I love them both so much that I'll combust one day

TWs: Fever, exhaustion, blood, collapse

"I know, I know." Mariano said, breathless as he walked. Miguel whined, low and pained in his ear, arms draped around Mariano's neck. He still didn't know what had happened, but Miguel had woken up feverish and weak and needed help soon.

It was a long hike to the car, though. He'd just come back for the tent later. It was fine. "I think we're almost back to my car."

Miguel wasn't the heaviest load he'd ever carried, but the hike was uphill and neither of them had bothered to eat or drink anything since Mariano had woke up to find Miguel so sickly. He seemed to just barely have the strength to hang on to Mariano.

Breathing evenly, Mariano kept going. His boots were steady and didn't slip, even over the slippery leaves that had fallen after the last rainstorm. His biceps and thighs had started to burn thirty minutes ago. It was fine.

He leaned forward when Miguel's hold started to slip, feeling his calves ache. Mariano was hunched over, every step knocking his thighs against the backpacks he'd secured to his front, and the trail wasn't getting any easier. He'd been going since dawn and had been walking for hours. It had to be almost ten by how the shadows had shifted.

He was never letting Miguel convince him to hike out that far to camp ever again, it didn't matter that they were both ex-military and had done longer and harder. Neither of them were teenagers anymore, and neither had been on a Hell Hike in ages.

Mariano's glasses started to slip down his sweat-slick nose. He couldn't afford to let go of Miguel for long enough to push them back up, not on this hill. They couldn't afford to lose the progress he'd made.

Mariano's boot slipped. With a yelp his knees hit the ground and one arm flew out, fingers clutching at the long, sharp grass to anchor them both. It bit into his fingers, sending sharp sparks up his hand. Mariano's other hand flew to Miguel's wrists, keeping him secured on his back as he came to a stop.

His legs and lower back screamed with the relief of kneeling. The grass was still dewy and the aches that flew through his body were bearable if he just held still. He leaned his head against Miguel's arm, groaning.

But Miguel coughed, wheezing and rattling and weak.

Mariano couldn't rest yet. Miguel was depending on him. Taking a deep breath, Mariano centered himself. This was just a hike. He was just tired. He'd done harder, for longer, with heavier loads. He could handle two bags and Miguel uphill on a warm morning.

With blood dripping down his hand, Mariano hauled himself to his hands and knees, then looped a tired arm up under Miguel's thigh. Carefully, he shifted Miguel until he was draped over both of Mariano's shoulders, one arm and one leg held securely.

Miguel whined, but like this Mariano was able to get to slowly rise to his feet again. With all the weight distributed across his shoulders, the hill didn't seem quite as treacherous. The sun still beat down as it continued to rise, but he'd found his second wind.

He was exhausted, but that didn't matter. Miguel was heavy, but he'd carried him this far. The car was still an hour away, but that was only an hour.

He could do anything for an hour, if it meant Miguel would be okay.

Mariano's soles found gravel. His eyes stayed on the top of the hill. He'd just rest later. He'd have all the time in the world once Miguel was in a hospital bed.

@whump-captain @whumpr @whumperofworlds @lektricwhump @cyberwhumper @bxtterflystxtches @inscrutable-shadow @honeybees-125

#“he could do anything for an hour if it meant miguel was okay” #PRECIOUS BOY #ugh i'm love them your honor #miguel really does have the audacity to catch pneumonia or whatever the fuck halfway up a mountain huh #other writers #other whumps #mutuals: ruin

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True Name worldbuilding is such an inescapably fascinating thing. You can’t have True Names in your setting without deciding to some extent which Names are True. There are people who I would say know me, who know me only as Tuesday - does that make it a True Name? Do I think of myself as Tuesday enough for it to be a True Name? Is my deadname a True Name? If not, when did it stop being one? When it stopped being the thing you should shout if I was gonna get hit by a bus? When exactly was that? Once I had a violating experience and when I got home I took off the clothes I’d been wearing, curled up under a blanket, and addressed myself by my deadname when comforting myself. It wasn’t not an attempt at name magic. If Tuesday is a True Name, does any moniker I offer to one of the Fair Folk risk becoming a True Name if I interact with them long enough? Do I have to carefully maintain it in my mind as an alias, lest it slip? Are there creatures who play the long game, not trying to find out your True Name but trying to build you one? Can they use the process of building you a new True Name to shape you?

#todo: talk about how naming works in ieiunusverse #because you very much can change someone by altering their true name #and doubly so if that person is a concept to begin with #like the archfey or another god

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*reading a fic set in chicago* where the fuck are you. where are you. where is that. how did you get there that fast. that’s not a subway. that’s also not a subway. that doesn’t exist. where the fuck are you. you can’t watch the sunset over the lake from chicago WHERE ARE YOU

#i am guilty of this I have no fuckin clue what's in chicago or any city that's not dc tbh

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Prompt #49

Living weapon whumpee who has grown accustomed to pain and torture BUT is totally afraid of tickles. They doesn't understand how their body reacts toward them and it's scary since they have never been touched without the aim of hurting or punishing.

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Whumpees who won't open their eyes

Whumpees who can't open their eyes

Whumpees whose eyes have been glued or sewn shut

Whumpees who are so used to being in the dark or in a blindfold that hospital lights, let alone sunlight, are too painful

Whumpees who close their eyes during a flash back

Whumpees who have missing or mutilated eyes

Whumpees who are blind or who have been blinded, and having to navigate freedom without being able to ground themselves visually

Whumpees who can no longer engage in their favorite hobbies because they required sight

Whumpees with night vision who can't see in broad daylight

Monster Whumpees with several eyes that are slowly being picked off by Whumper as if they were treating themselves to dessert

Whumpees with infected or swollen eyes or cataracts

Whumpees with chemical burns and scars over their eyes

Whumpees who have lost the ability to see.

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Enemies-to-lovers, but instead of featuring a villain redemption arc, the heroic one is getting progressively more corrupt, unhinged and fucked up, and the one who was originally the clear-cut villain out of the two is just like "well mark me down as scared and horny"

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How about some robot whump, where Whumper is going all out on it with Caretaker forced to watch.

The android assures Caretaker, "Not to worry. I cannot feel it. There is no pain."

But that doesn't mean that Caretaker stops yelling at Whumper to stop tearing their friend apart in the most brutal way. Appendages ripped from its torso, wires sending sparks up, the humanoid features slowly but forcefully removed. Oil drips out, leaving dark puddles not quite unlike blood.

All the while, the android keeps diligently updating on its status:

"Sensory functions failing."

"Emotion recognition centre damaged."

"Visuals reduced to 30%."

"It's okay!" Caretaker shouts. "I can still fix you. I can fix it all!"

"Oh, can you?" Whumper croons, fingers teasing over loose wires and smashing a hammer to the core.

"Memory storage compromised," the android croaks, it's voice failing.

"Maybe you can fix it, Caretaker," Whumper says, raising the hammer again. "But will it get you your friend back?"

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General whump taglist: @firewheeesky @myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19 @whumpawink @painsandconfusion @auroragehenna @chaotic-orphan @lolrpop

#ohoho that's the shit