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Whumptober 2022

Welcome to Whumptober 2022, in its fifth year of running!

To those of you who participated last year, welcome back! To everyone new, WELCOME!

Please make sure to read the Event Info carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.

This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.

With that being said, we’re very excited to see the community come together once more and be a wild, chaotic bunch of creators and consumers of whump. Go wild with the prompts, and support your fellow creators, see what juicy whump they’ve created too! We wish you all the fun!

(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information and FAQs are posted below the cut!)

Whumptober 2022 Prompt List

No. 1 A LITTLE OUT OF THE ORDINARY

Adverse Effects | Unconventional Restraints | "This wasn't supposed to happen"

No. 2 NOWHERE TO RUN

Cornered | Caged | Confrontation

No. 3 A HAIR’S BREADTH FROM DEATH

Gun to Temple | “Say goodbye.” | Impaled

No. 4 DEAD ON YOUR FEET

Hidden Injury | Waking Up Disoriented | Can’t Pass Out

No. 5 EVERY WHUMPEE’S NEEDS

Blood Loss | Running Out of Air | Hyperthermia

No. 6 PROOF OF LIFE

Ransom Video | “I’ve got a pulse” | Screams from Across the Hall

No. 7 THE WAY YOU SHAKE AND SHIVER

Shaking Hands | Seizures | Silent Panic Attack

No. 8 EVERYTHING HURTS AND I’M DYING

Stomach Pain | Head Trauma | Back from the Dead

No. 9 THE VERY NOISY NIGHT

Sleeping in Shifts | Tossing and Turning | Caught in a Storm

No. 10 POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS

Taser | Whipping | Waterboarding

No. 11 “911, WHAT’S YOUR EMERGENCY?”

Sloppy Bandages | Self-Done First Aid | Makeshift Splint

No. 12 WHAT COULD GO WRONG?

“Mayday, mayday!” | Cave In | Rusty Nail

No. 13 CAN’T MAKE AN OMELETTE WITHOUT BREAKING A FEW LEGS

Fracture | Dislocation | “Are you here to break me out?”

No. 14 DIE A HERO OR LIVE LONG ENOUGH TO BECOME A VILLAIN

Desperate Measures | Failed escape | “I’ll be right behind you.”

No. 15 EMOTIONAL DAMAGE

Lies | New Scars | Breathing through the Pain

No. 16 NO WAY OUT

Mind Control | Paralytic Drugs | “No one’s coming.”

No. 17 HANGING BY A THREAT

Breaking Point | Stress Positions | Reluctant Caretaker

No. 18 LET’S BREAK THE ICE

"Just get it over with." | Treading Water | "Take my Coat"

No. 19 ENOUGH IS ENOUGH

Knees Buckling | Repeatedly Passing Out | Head Lolling

No. 20 IT’S BEEN A LONG DAY

Going into Shock | Fetal Position | Prisoner Trade

No. 21 FAMOUS LAST WORDS

Coughing up Blood | “You’re safe now.” | “Take me instead.”

No. 22 PICK YOUR POISON

Toxic | Withdrawal | Allergic Reaction

No. 23 AT THE END OF THEIR ROPE

Forced to Kneel | Tied to a Table | “Hold them down.”

No. 24 FIGHT, FLIGHT OR FREEZE

Blood Covered Hands | Catatonic | “I don’t want to do this anymore.”

No. 25 SILENCE IS GOLDEN

Lost Voice | Duct Tape | “You better start talking.”

No. 26 NO ONE LEFT BEHIND

Separated | Rope Burns | “Why did you save me?”

No. 27 PUSHED TO THE LIMIT

Muffled Screams | Stumbling | Magical Exhaustion

No. 28 IT'S JUST THE TIP OF THE ICEBERG

Anger Born of Worry | Punching the Wall | Headache

No. 29 WHAT DOESN'T KILL ME…

Sleep Deprivation | Defiance | “Better me than you.”

No. 30 NOTE TO SELF: DON'T GET KIDNAPPED

Manhandled | Hair Grabbing | “Please don’t touch me.”

Alternative Prompts List

No. 31 A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

Comfort | Bedside Vigil | “You can rest now.”

Ringing Ears

Whimpering

Dazed and Confused

Touch Starved

Ambushed

Sensory Overload

Protective

Made to Watch

Quicksand

Adrenaline Crash

Stabbed

Carried to Safety

Crutches

Emergency Blanket

Tears

Event Info & Rules

~ Please read our extensive event info posts before sending us an ask - A link can be found at the end of this post. ~

WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation challenge (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are 31 official themes this year - one for each day of the month - which can be used, skipped, or combined in any way you’d like. They are meant to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don’t have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is “bee”, you can create something about bees, about yellow and black striped baseball bats or bees on bandaids. It’s up to you.

Additionally, there are 3 prompts for each theme. These are optional suggestions and can be used in conjunction with the theme, or as options/alternatives. We want to give everyone as much creative freedom as possible, as well as increase event accessibility for folks with triggers and squicks.

Creators can PRODUCE work in any media they choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, photo/video/audio edits, paper crafts and elaborate recommendation lists (not just a list of links). Creators can PARTICIPATE as much or as little as they want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.

When uploading Whumptober content to your blog, be sure to tag the with:

#whumptober2022 …..(the event tag)

#no.1, #no.2, #no.3, …..(theme number)

#bruises, #stabbing, …..(the theme or specific prompt you chose)

#fandom or #OC, … (ironman, originalcontent, oc …)

#medium …..(gifs, fic, podcast, art, etc.)

#teeth, #etc …..(trigger warnings & any additional tags. Keep in mind not to add “tw” in front but only use the word/trigger itself, because tumblr sucks)

#nsfwhump …..(only for nsfw content)

#your own tags go here

PLEASE BE DILIGENT WITH YOUR TAGGING. Only properly tagged posts are considered for archiving on the official @whumptober-archive blog. They must be tagged in the order above. An elaborate post about our tagging system can be found [here]

Unfortunately, due to the sheer number of participants in recent years, we cannot guarantee your work will be archived. A random selection of properly tagged posts from all genres will be reblogged each day.

Whumpers who produce content for 31 total theme days are considered event completionists and will be tagged in a masterpost at the end of the month. A form will be published at the beginning of November asking you to tell us, if you completed. This is based on trust and we will not check this.

Questions not addressed in one of our many event info posts can be directed to this blog. We will not answer any questions that have been answered in the FAQs or rules already.

Frequently Asked Questions

Q. Is [specific anything] allowed?

When in doubt: JUST DO IT!

Q. Do I have to do all 31 days?

Participate as much or little as you like! Just be sure to tag your posts properly (ex. #no.14, #underpressure). If you post works for 31 total theme days you will become a completionist. But apart from that, there are no repercussions if you don’t fill prompts for each day.

Q. Can I post early/late?

Yes, you can post whenever you want. We will only reblog posts during October, but you can use our prompts all year round. The day you post will only affect your probability of being reblogged.

Q. Will you reblog my post?

Due to the sheer number of content posted during Whumptober we can’t promise to reblog every single post. We will make a random selection trying to capture a wide variety of content. The following will increase your chances at being reblogged:

tag your post properly

post within 2-3 days of the theme you want to fill: if you fill the prompt for Day 1 your chances of being reblogged during October 1st to 3rd are highest and will go towards zero afterwards.

Q. What if I don’t understand a theme?

Send us an ask! We’re happy to help with wild, unhelpful clarifications or brainstorming. That being said, the themes are entirely up for interpretation :) Don’t take them too literally. For example: You can be choking on a cherry, someone else can choke you or you could be choked up on emotions, etc.

Q. What kind of content can I make? Can it be NSFW?

This is a MIXED MEDIA event! You can write fic, post meta, doodle or paint, create a gifset or photo edit, link a song, or get crafty with video - anything goes. As for NSFW, make what you like, we just hope that you’ll tag your work accordingly so that others participating in the event can stay safe :)

Q. Can I combine Whumptober with other creation challenges?

Absolutely! That’s like shooting two whumpees with one bullet :)

Q. Can I upload/repost my Whumptober content to other social media platforms?

Of course! You can post your own content wherever you like (or you can opt to not publish it at all). Additionally we’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any fics posted there. It can be accessed here. The tumblr blog @whumptober-archive is the official archive, so please respect the boundaries of any closeted whumpers in your social circle :)

Q. Can I use prompts to write a new chapter for an existing fic?

Yes.

Q. An existing fic I am currently writing contains many of the Whumptober prompts, can I use it?

If you are actively writing this fic at the moment with the Whumptober prompts in mind, yes. If it just conveniently checks the boxes, then please don’t. You can, however, add new chapters using one or more of the prompts.

Q. What kind of characters can I write for?

Fandom characters, OC characters, human, furry, alien, cyborg, whoever you like to whump.

Q. Can I use a prompt multiple times?

Yes, but it only counts once

Q. If I’m not comfortable with one day’s prompts can I use a prompt of a different day as a substitute and still be a completionist?

No, you can’t exchange prompts for different days. However, if all four prompts of a specific day make you uncomfortable, we have created an alternate prompts list that you can draw from. You can exchange any prompt with these, but please make sure not to use them twice.

Q. Where can I post my work?

Post where and how you want. You don’t have to (cross)post it to Tumblr or at all. Just keep in mind if it’s not on Tumblr we will not be able to add it to the blog archive.

Q. Can I start posting early?

You can, but this is an October event and wouldn’t it be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time? That being said, you can post early, but we won’t be reblogging any work predating October 1st.

Q. Do I have to finish a fic I started/can I post WIP’s?

Yes you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish it in October for it to count towards being a completionist.

Q. Is co-writing allowed?

Yes, absolutely, and it would count towards being a completionist for both/all of you :)

Q. Do I have to create 31 standalone pieces to be considered a completionist or can I write one continuous story?

One continuous story is fine. The challenge is to write something for 31 prompts. If that’s spread over 31 fics or just one, you are still considered a completionist. (The same goes for every other media you choose.)

Q. Is there a min/max limit on word count?

There is no limit.

Q. Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many?

No limit and combine as many as you’d like.

Q. Is a hc/angst focus ok?

Of course!

Q. What’s considered nsfw?

See this post

Q. What is whump?

See this post

Q. My interpretation of the prompt isn’t whumpy at all, does that count?

No, sorry, but keep in mind that whump [see definition] is something very nuanced and different for everyone and emotional whump/angst is just as much part of it, as is physical whump and torture. So before you dismiss your idea, think about this.

Q. Can I start working on the prompts before October?

Absolutely! That’s why we posted the prompts a month in advance. We recognise how difficult it can be creating for 31 days in “real time” so feel free to start writing early!

Q. How do I tag triggers?

Just tag the word, ex. emeto

Q. Do I have to use your tags?

If you want your work archived on the blog, then yes. If not, feel free to use whatever tags you want.

Q. Does combining prompts count towards completion?

Yes

Q. Can we @ you?

Yes but we mostly rely on the #whumptober2022 tag

Q. Is there anything we are absolutely not allowed to write?

There are no rules, but please make sure to properly tag your trigger warnings. And keep in mind Tumblr’s policies if you are posting it here (or the policies for whatever site you use).

Q. Where can I go for brainstorming help?

Here on Discord or come into our ask box :)

Q. My characters are minors, is that ok?

Yes, but as with everything else, tags are your best friend.

Q. Can I cross post on other blogs?

Yes, multiple platforms and blogs are perfectly acceptable. You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once.

Note: This is a creation challenge, please don’t repost your old work under our tags (unless it’s been changed or edited for the event).

Thanks for reading, and happy whumping!

#whumptober2022 #promptlist2022 #event info 2022 #event info #whumptober

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morallyinept · 1 month

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A list of all my favourite JOEL MILLER Fic Recs, with the writers tagged. Includes fics I am currently reading/want to read.

PART 21

Please show some love to the writers by re-blogging and commenting on their work. 🖤

⚠️ Please ensure you check the triggers/warnings etc... on the stories themselves as some of them may not be suitable to your own particular tastes.

Mine - @gasolinerainbowpuddles Monster!Joel

It's Hard - @toxicanonymity StepDad!Joel

Taste Her, Little Dove - @mountainsandmayhem MFF

Mister Miller: A Desperate Measure - @sinful-mind-joyful-thoughts DDNE

The Beef - Joel Miller - @beefrobeefcal

Snap Out Of It - @vivian-pascal Dom!Joel

Rise - @sp00kymulderr

Hypothermia - @morallyinept GN!Reader

Clickbait - @morallyinept

My Protector - @morallyinept GN!Reader

Little Blue Pills - @morallyinept GN!Reader

Full - @morallyinept

Connection - @morallyinept

Cardigan - @always-andromeda

Saviour - @ozarkthedog

Nicest Thing Series - @schnarfer Neighbour!Joel

Not Home - @palioom

Just Peachy, Cry, Baby & Diehard - @gutsby

Ribbon - @aurorawritestoescape

A Glimpse Of Heaven - @ozarkthedog

Play Stupid Games - @strang3lov3

Ruthless & Surrender - @whatsnewalycat DDDNE Stepdad!Joel

Like Real People Do - @mrsmando

Owned & 911 - @milla-frenchy

Soil In The Lines Of Their Palms - @5oh5

Undone - @justagalwhowrites

Oasis - @beardedjoel DBF!Joel

Begin Again - @sweetenerobert GN!Reader

One Bed - @frannyzooey

Mine, All Mine - @thetriumphantpanda

Intermezzo - @maggiemayhemnj

The Harder The Rain, The Sweeter The Sun - @proxima-writes

Should've Stayed Bored - @pedroshotwifey

Bloody Mess Series - @vivian-pascal Vampire!Joel

Red Bred Redemption - @romana-after-dark

Send Out The Morning Birds - @ghotifishreads Featuring Javi Gutierrez

Honey - @bdaycurse DBF!Joel

Save a Horse (Ride A Cowboy) - @yellowharrington

Make A Move On Me - @freelancearsonist

Dr Miller Mini Series - @endlessthxxghts Orthopedic Doctor Joel

Heavy Rain - @lunitawrites

Love At First... Light - @goodwithcheese

San Angelo - @macfrog

My, My, Such A Sweet Surprise - @mermaidgirl30

The Depths We Devour Series - @whxtedreams Gothic Horror Detective!Joel

Ahórcame, Papí - @marisferasiop Featuring Ezra & Frankie Morales MxMxM

#pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal #joel miller x reader #joel miller #pedro pascal characters #joel miller x you #joel miller tlou #jett's fic recs

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9-1-1-polls · 1 month

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#9-1-1 #911abc #911 poll #911 #athena grant #eddie diaz #chimney han

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welcometololaland · 6 days

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Call Me (By My Name) | E | 911 Lone Star | 2/12

Chapter 1 - Call Me Maybe (Carlos)

Chapter 2 - Call Me Maybe (TK)

Ring ring, good people of Tumblr. Welcome to a Tarlos canon divergence/AU (we're not quite sure) written by Lolaland and @rmd-writes, posting every Thursday and Sunday.

Thank you to @lightningboltreader for beta reading and @strandnreyes for cheerleading!

The last thing Carlos Reyes ever expected was to find himself calling a phone sex line. But Austin feels like a small town when it comes to finding a one night stand and desperate times call for desperate measures.

The last thing TK Strand ever expected was for someone to mistake his phone number for a phone sex line. But he’s lonely, horny and the guy sounds hot, so he gives into temptation and tries his best to sound professional.

The accidental phone-sex AU.

#Call Me (By My Name)#TK strand #carlos reyes #tarlos #tarlos fic #911 lone star #911 lone star fic #fic rec #fic writing #raelola write #railmedaddy #rmd-writes #welcometololaland #lola writes

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captain-hen · 1 month

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i have an issue with the show i am not sure what to think about. i see people saying athena is a strong black female character and therefore awesome. but i just don't like her. i think she's a bully and constantly abuses authority. on multiple occasions she puts being a cop above the safety of her family (the bad stop, recently with harry being a victim of racism). she literally hit her own traumatized child. people keep talking about chimney punching buck, but everyone seems to forget athena hitting harry. idk, i also love some characters that are problematic, but i feel very iffy about such an uncritical approach just because a character is not a white cishet guy

okay, so...let me start off by saying i hear you, and this is an issue that i and most people have had with athena's character. that being said, conversations about copaganda have happened, at length in this fandom. it's not as common these days, but more so during the season 5 era—and i'd also like to add that the scene where athena slaps harry got a lot of pushback when the episode aired, and people were pretty outraged about it. i think it's just that this show has had a lot of copaganda since s1, and it doesn't look like that's about to change anytime soon.

i don't fully agree with what you're saying about athena, but, again, i get where you're coming from. i think the show's tendency to portray the police in the manner that it does often conflicts with how they choose to write athena as a character outside of her job, if that makes sense. that's why you get episodes like next of kin, worst day ever, rage, athena begins, desperate measures etc that make her look like an outright bully who has no regard for procedure or abuse of power. do i think this is gonna change? no. it's been like this since the very first episode and i don't see it changing.

the thing about 911 is, when it gets something right, it gets it really right. the flipside is when it gets something wrong...oh boy. that's how you can have important moments like michael talking to harry about race that feel very well-written coincide with insane scenes like athena playing devil's advocate for the racist cops who nearly shot her son.

honestly, i don't know how to approach this, mainly because i'm not american, and while i come from a country whose law enforcement has major, major issues, i'm obviously at the same time coming from a very different cultural context and lack of sufficient knowledge concerning the history, etc of policing in america. so i really don't know what else there is that i can say on this topic.

#neethu answers #anon

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evanbuckleydaily · 7 months

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911 HIATUS REWATCH One Scene Per Episode - 'Desperate Measures'

#911edit #911hiatus2023 #911 abc #911 fox #evan buckley #evanbuckleyedit #buck #taylor kelly #s5 #503 #gif #ours #carmen

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mattoidmeerkat · 1 year

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Happy Asian American and Pacific Islander Heritage Month to these beloved characters and the actors who portray them

[Image ID: six gifs of Asian American 911 characters

GIF 1: In Future Tense, Chimney enthusiastically pitches baby names to Maddie.

GIF 2: In Performance Anxiety, Chimney and Ravi are talking to each other at the LAFD Academy.

GIF 3: In Past is Prologue, Ravi is teasing Bobby while riding in the engine.

GIF 4: In Desperate Measures, Ravi is explaining to Chimney that Maddie dropped off Jee at the firehouse while the baby is asleep in her car seat in front of him.

GIF 5: In In Another Life, Jee-Yun happily talks to her father while pushing hair from her forehead.

GIF 6: In Lost & Found, Chimney is sitting behind Bobby's desk with Jee on his lap grinning widely.

/end ID]

#911 #Howard 'Chimney' Han #Ravi Panikkar #Jee-Yun Buckley-Han #4x03 #5x03 #5x09 #6x11 #6x14 #6x16 #911edit #911described

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lamardeuse · 5 months

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Here Comes the Jackpot Question In Advance

911 | Buck/Eddie | Rated PG | c. 4100 words

@911bingo prompt: free space (completes a row!)

When Buck texts him late on Christmas Day to see if he can pick him up from LAX on the 26th instead of the 29th, Eddie simply answers, “of course” and leaves it at that. He can hold the questions until tomorrow.

That doesn't mean he isn't surprised when Buck looks – well, fine – when he jumps into the truck less than twenty four hours later.

“I look fine because I am fine,” Buck says, which makes Eddie frown as he weaves his way around the taxis and the confused tourists wandering across the road like L.A. drivers aren't homicidal. “It was the best Christmas I've had with my parents in – you know, I think it's the best Christmas I've ever had with them, period.”

“So you made up a bullshit story about having to fly back early to cover a shift because...”

“Because it was really good, and I didn't want to take the risk that it would get less good.” He pauses. “I know that sounds weird.”

“No,” Eddie says, shaking his head. “It doesn't.” It made perfect sense that Buck was wary of things going south with his family, because that's what tended to happen. “Maybe next year you can stay longer, or you might decide that short visits are the way to go. It's your choice.”

Buck smiles. “Thanks for understanding. I think Maddie thought I was a little bit crazy, but she supported me.”

“That's what big sisters are supposed to do.”

Buck sighs. “Plus when I first planned the trip two months ago, I was still with Natalia. I know they understood we broke up, but I didn't want them to start asking too many questions.”

“Or offering to set you up with their friend's daughter from the country club.”

Buck shudders. “They've never tried to do that, thank god.”

“You've hit thirty and you have no wife in sight. Desperate times call for desperate measures.”

“Dickhead,” Buck says, but there's a clear affection in his tone that warms Eddie in a way he doesn't want to think about too much. “Merry late Christmas, by the way.”

“Merry Christmas. Though you told me that yesterday.”

“A text isn't the same.” Buck yawns. “Oh man, I'm beat.”

“Too beat to come back to the house and open your presents?”

“Presents?” Buck asks, perking up. “As in more than one?”

“Christopher wanted to get you his own this year.”

When Buck doesn't say anything right away, Eddie glances over at him and sees his eyes are shining. He looks away again quickly as Buck ducks his head and wipes a hand across his face.

“No,” Buck rasps. “I mean no, I'm not too tired.”

Eddie swallows around the sudden tightness in his throat. “Go ahead and sack out if you want. I'll wake you up when we get home.”

“Home,” Eddie thinks he hears Buck murmur under his breath, but when he glances over again, Buck's eyes are already closed.

read the rest at the AO3

#my stuff #911 fic #buddie #happy new year!

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lover-of-mine · 7 months

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911 Hiatus Rewatch:

5x03 - “Desperate Measures”

#911 #911edit #911hiatus2023 #911 abc #911 fox #flashing tw #my edit #911hiatus #usercam #911verse

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sunnydayroleplay · 1 year

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PLEASE PLEASE I BEG OF YOU I NEED YOU TO WRITE SOME SHAUN COMFORT IT COULD BE ANYTHING I JUST NEED MY CATBOY TO COMFORT MEEEEEEEEE Thank you and have a good day!

Alright alright! You’ll get your daily Shaun needs! Not my fault that everyone lives, laughs, and loves Joseh and Jack!

I agree, he needs more lovin’!! Shaun comfort it is~

Contents Inside: Cuddles, Bathtime with Shaun, Attempts at making dessert..

18- DNI, even though this is a SFW post, the game it is based off of is an 18+ community. It is for your own safety, and you interacting not only jeopardizes that, it jeopardizes mine, and the creators of the games. For SFW + 18- safe content, check out my art page instead. @feralhalfnhalfcreamer

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Hypothetically, right now you are in desperate need for some comfort.

You’re sad, upset, you need a big strong man that has a soft sweet cat that is in the mood to do just that!

You’re huddled up in your bed, scrolling mindlessly on your phone, trying your best not to burst out.

Moonpie makes her way onto your bed and rubs her face onto yours, making her way through the opening of your arms.

She dips her head and blinks slowly at you, purring softly before she balls up right by your head.

You put down your phone and pat her soft fur, feeling slightly better.

Shaun comes into the room after going grocery shopping a few minutes later

“I’m back! I’ll make sure to put them away-“

Shaun immediately notices your mood change, and rushes up right beside you.

“Are you alright? What happened?”

“I’m okay Shaun..don’t worry-“

“Ah, ah,ah! Don’t you tell me not to worry about you! I know when somethin’s up. Who did it?”

“No one did anything, I’m just..not in a good mood.”

“Would some of my love help?~”

“Ehe, always.”

Shaun laid down beside you, and pulled you in close to him.

He brushed off hair that was covering your face, so that he could actually see it.

A hand grazed your cheek, and the other patted Moonpie’s perfectly smooth head.

You let out a deep sigh and buried your face into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist.

Shaun let out a giggle.

“Why aren’t you cute~”

“I’m always cute!”

“That you are.”

“Mow!”

Moonpie seems to agree.

The two of you stayed like this for a good while.

Shaun massaged your shoulders, and gently caressed your neck.

He kissed you every time you asked for a kiss.

With the occasional stupid pun.

“Hey, Y/N.. what did the sushi say to the bee-?

“What?”

“Wasabi.”

“Get out-“

“Aha! Please you can’t tell me that wasn’t good!”

“That was terrible Shaun! Terrible!!”

You share a laugh with him, even though he made shitty puns, your shitty mood got better.

You felt so much relief, and joy whenever you were with him.

He was always so nice, and he was always there for your own needs.

He made you feel like you were the only person in the world.

After he cheered you up, he took you out of the gloomy room and decided that it was a fine time to bake.

“Shaun, do you even know how to make cupcakes?”

“I guess we’ll find out!”

“And I guess I should have 911 on speed dial-“

“C’mon, have some faith in me honey-“

“Don’t honey me- At least follow a recipe!”

“I do have a recipe, thank you very much.”

“From what?”

“Let’s bake!”

“Jesus Christ.”

It started off surprisingly well.

Started off..

It only got worse.

The measurements were wrong.

The bowl was either too big or small.

The stand mixer probably caught fire, it smells smokey.

With all of this in mind, you guys’ somehow got something in the oven.

“Bake at 350, Shaun. 350.”

“I know, I know! 350.”

“That’s 450.”

After about 20 minutes pass, or however long it takes cupcakes to bake- you take them out the oven.

They’re burnt yet..raw??

They’re soggy when you eat it, but it’s crunchy?

Can you even legally classify them as cupcakes anymore?

Whatever they are, it’s getting composted.

And you two definitely need a bath.

Shaun shook out at least a cup of flour from his hair, and you probably have egg shells in yours.

At least you guys had fun.

“I think we should take a bath, and then clean up-“

“You think? Silly.”

Shaun rushes over to the bathroom to turn on the faucet and get it to temperature.

You get undressed and wrap your towel aroujs you, holding a few others.

Shaun pours a generous amount of soap underneath the running water.

“That is one bubbly bath.”

“It is a very bubbly bath.”

Soon enough you slip off the towel, and slip inside the bath.

Shaun comes in immediately after.

Your body begins to relax in the warm, warm water.

Shaun pours some water over your head, and grabs your shampoo, making sure to get a lot.

He works it through your roots to the tips of your hair, making sure all that gunk was out.

You couldn’t feel more relaxed and happy.

You flutter your eyes closed as he began washing the soap out of your hair, and work in conditioner.

Once getting squeaky clean was done, you accidentally splash Shaun trying to get up.

In return, he splashes you back.

“Hey! That was an accident!”

“Annnd?”

“Ugh, you’re such a jerk-!”

You had fun.

You definitely felt better than before.

Shaun always knew how to cheer you up, even though you “seemingly” hated it.

You don’t hate it, you love it more than anything.

You love that he’s this big, tough guy sometimes, but in reality he’s just a softie with a big heart.

And that softie with a big heart is always willing to make your day.

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skvatnavle · 2 years

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Heartbeat

Matt Murdock x reader

Warnings: whump, angst, character death.

Note: this is made for the lovely @mindidjarin who wanted some whump for Matt. I believe her words were "I want our boy to suffer". So... ask and you shall receive 😅❤️

Words: 483

When Matt finally reaches you, you're already shivering. The warmth you once radiated slowly leaving you as the pavement is painted red. The crimson stain shines in the moonlight, as it grows bigger.

"No, no, no… please." He can smell the blood in the air, taste the sweet metal on his tongue. He doesn't have to reach for your pulse, he can already hear it slowing down.

"Call 911!" He screams at his phone. He has to get you help, you're already so cold.

Da-dum, da-dum, da-dum.

Your heartbeat is still there, the sound that's been his anchor for all these years, the sound he yearns for every single day. But it's fading.

Da-dum… da-dum… da-dum…

"No, baby. Please. Just… hang on a little longer." He begs, voice almost breaking when he feels the way you're shivering in his arms.

He yells the address to the operator, screaming for them to come and fast. He doesn't even care if they see him in his suit, you're more important. You're everything. His reason for waking up each morning.

Da-dum…… da-dum……

"Please, just… fight for me sweetheart. Just a little longer."

The operator keeps asking questions, but he doesn't listen. Nothing exists but you and you're slipping away.

"Matty… I-I love you." You're voice so weak, so small, tainted with fear.

"No, don't say it like that. Don't say it like it's goodbye."

Da-dum…

A single little weak beat. When he first heard your heart, he swore it was the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. The sound he would want to listen to all days from that to his last breath. The sound he sound solace in all those hard nights where he didn't know if he could keep on fighting.

The sound that was his foundation, his home. The way your heartbeat would pick up when you laughed. The way it would skip a beat when he kissed you.

Da-dum…

He pleads to the heavens, asking God not to take you from him, not to take you home. He needs you here.

Da…. Dum…

He thought there would be more time, that somehow you would always be there. He swears to God he will give anything to have you longer. He needs more time.

Da…… dum……

You're so cold, so weak. So still… Holding you closer, he pleads over and over. Don't take her from me. Please let her live.

And then…. Nothing… the faint sound of your heart is gone, leaving him in the defeaning silence.

"No… no, no, please…" he pleads, holding you closer, kissing you softly as he brushes a stray hair away from your forehead. You're limb in his arms, so cold. Desperately he listens for your heartbeat, but it's not there. Gone, like he wishes his was. He would never forget the moment when your heart stopped and his kept beating.

Life isn't measured in minutes, it's measured in heartbeats.

Thank you so much for reading <3

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catsthepope · 5 months

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Hey FNAF fans! I want to write angst, but can’t write angst in the fic yet.

This one will have spoilers for events happening kinda soon.

CONTENT WARNING FOR DEATH GORE AND TRAUMATIZATION OF A CHILD

Elizabeth, Evan, Mike, William are the main speakers in this one

“But daddy!” Lizzie wailed, grabbing at the tools hanging from dad’s belt. “You said she was mine!”

“Liz, just because she’s based on you doesn’t mean she belongs to you,” I looked over at the show stage, where three, brand-new animatronics stood, shining in their chromatic complexity. “Besides, you saw them in the garage when dad was building them.”

“…” Elizabeth glared at me with the rage only an entitled 12 year old can possess. “It’s MY party.”

“They’re dangerous. Daddy said so,” Evan mumbled, holding dad’s tool bag close to his chest.

“None of you are any help! Daddy!” She whipped around to face dad again, except dad was gone. Headed into the back room, probably. “This isn’t fair!” She yelled as she slammed herself back into a chair.

“Liz,” “no! It’s my party and I can’t even go near the animatronics? Daddy promised this would be the best party and so far, I’m not even meant to leave this room!” I barely had time to speak before the door slammed shut. I heard the crash outside, and saw the wave of kids and parents running out. Even Evan looked up from what he was pulling apart in dad’s bag.

Liz looked around as the room emptied, and I saw the damn smirk on her face when she realized there was nothing stopping her from seeing baby.

I tried to open the door. It was locked. “Elizabeth!” I shouted. She either didn’t hear me, or didn’t care. “Elizabeth come open the door! It’s stuck!”

I watched as she walked up to Circus Baby, and she stopped singing. “You’re so pretty,” she said. “Daddy said he made you to be just like me. Do you know that?”

The thing towered over her. It waved at her, and Lizzie giggled. It was smiling down at liz. Her eyes were almost piercingly blue. I hated that these animatronics could smile. I hated their eyes. It was terrifying. Its stomach hatch opened, and a small rod extended. A single ice cream cone. It looked like chocolate? Elizabeth reached for that perfectly swirled cone. It didn’t even look real. The room was still empty. As she grabbed the cone, she thanked Circus Baby with a smile.

Evan huffed as he joined me at the window. “No fair! I want ice crea!-”

My heart stopped. That.. claw? Something lunged out of Baby’s chest the second Elizabeth licked the ice cream. It grabbed her, I heard a crunch as Elizabeth was pulled into the animatronic. All of a sudden, the room was full again. I shoved Evan to the floor. “Evan, no matter what you do, do not move until I get you.” I took a few steps back before ramming into the door with my shoulder and running up to that thing. Every other animatronic has some kind of fail safe. I heard the choking breaths and sobs inside. “Hold on, I’m getting you out, I’m here!” I yelled. I could’ve sworn I heard her say my name. Dad would have killed me if he’d known I was making a scene like this. I banged on its chest too. For good measure. So Liz knew someone was here. I looked everywhere. No emergency button, no place for a wrench. I felt hopeless, watching the trickle of blood leak from baby’s back. Every time Baby moved, I heard the sharp crunch, another soft sob, saw another spurt of blood, and found myself begging for my sister to be alive.

After a while, almost 2 minutes, I think? Evan came in with dad. My head was throbbing. He shoved me aside, and I watched as he did the same thing I did, as he banged desperately on baby’s chest and pulled at that hatch. Screaming. Evan pulled on my shirt as dad screamed. I picked him up. I didn’t want to let go of him. At some point, for us to go outside. At some point, someone called 911.

At some point, I promised Evan he wouldn’t have to go near one again. I’d protect him.

At some point, Uncle Henry showed up. Asking us what happened? Where’s your sister? Evan was crying too much to answer. I barely got words out before Dad was there, explaining. There was an “accident.” It would ruin Fazbear Entertainment. It had to stay a secret, he would figure out the details.

At some point, dad told us there was a gas leak, and if the police asked, that’s what we had to tell them. We would back up the story. Dad would assure them he could handle this. They believed him.

There was never a point where dad acknowledged the blood on my face and hands, or the blood staining his white dress shirt.

There was never a point where dad acknowledged that Circus Baby’s eyes were green, or that someone had to have designed her to do.. that. Dad never acknowledged that Elizabeth was dead because of… that.

Uncle Henry took us home, dad told him he was going to the hospital with Lizzie.

No ambulance ever showed up.

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