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jazztag · 4 months

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A Cure for Solitude

From prompt #47 Tropes: Zombie whumpee, medic caretaker, whump, hurt/confort TW: Blood, mild body horror, bite scars, needles.

He doesn't remember how he got here. To be precise, he doesn't remember anything at all. At some point, he woke up from what felt like a long slumber, and now he finds himself standing motionlessly here.

The first thing he feels isn't fear to have forgotten. Nor curiosity for who he might have been. No, the first thing he feels is hunger. And God, it hurts.

So he starts walking with a purpose. And then he starts noticing other things, much less minor but quite important as well. His left leg lumps, feels limp, and hurts. Oh, every inch of his skin hurts, actually. He grows frustrated with every step he manages to make. He stumbles and loses his balance, and falls hard on the ground. He spays his knees and hands, but when he looks at them closely, he can't seem to see blood on them. There's only pale, white, even purple-toned skin that feels like ice.

He's so cold. And hungry. And suddenly, a delicious smell. Something that grows stronger and makes his mouth drool. And he steps up again and starts dragging his damaged feet towards that appetizing thing that seems to lure him.

The streets are empty. He finds himself entering a yellow and blue building, getting closer and closer to the scent of meat. He is completely alone inside what seems like a department store. And at the end of a corridor, he finally finds what he was hungrily looking for: a piece of red meat scattered on the floor.

And he practically launches himself towards it.

He devours the flesh hungrily, even licking the blood that has leaked from the piece. The hunger calms itself inside him, and finally, contentment seems to flourish inside his entrails.

But before he can get a breath out of it, he feels something fall on him. He finds himself on the floor again and fights to get free from what appears to be a net. It claws at his sensible skin, and it draws purple marks on it. He tries to escape from under it, but stops when he hears a new voice:

"Putting up a little fight, huh? You'll do"

He freezes on the spot. And then his tired gaze makes out a figure, coming out of the shadows. His first instinct is to call for help, but when he tries to, only a low growl escapes his lips.

The figure, a tall man, approaches him. The stranger pins him to the ground with one knee, putting his full weight on him. Then he grabs at one of his arms and lifts it free from the net. Scared, he now sees how the strange man takes a syringe out of one of his pokets and sticks it to his pale forearm.

He feels a strange sensation. It seems like something has been spread inside him. He panics and starts struggling again. And without a second thought, he bites the strange man on his hand, the one holding him down.

The strange man yelps and steps up, getting far from him. He massages his left hand, which now has a visible bite mark. A trail of blood draws from it, but the tall man doesn't look very bothered. He looks back, a growl of disgust in his face.

"This won't work on me," says the stranger; then, like talking to himself this time, he adds, "I'll find a cure. I will."

And before he can even make out any of his features, still laying on the floor and scared, the tall man disappears again into the shadows.

He eventually gets out of the trap. His arm is burning up. He no longer feels cold or hungry. He is now in a lot of pain, radiating from where that needle has been stuck.

And he tries to call for help again. And again, words don't seem to escape his mouth; only growls.

"H-he… Hel…" he manages to say between moans of pain.

He still hasn't figured it out, but he is, indeed, dead.

#promptfactory #originalcharacter #my ocs #prompt #whump #whump prompt #whump scenario #whumpee x caretaker #zombie whumpee #zombie x human #medic caretaker #zombie #whump writing #writing snippet #medical whump #acureforsolitude

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its-my-whump · 1 day

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Whumpril 2024 - Day 24

No time to rest

@whumpril

Tw: exhaustion, stress, accident, gore, family issues, language

A twelf hour shift was no fun on a regular day, but the last week had taken all his energy.

Melissa had left him, openly advertising, that she had been having an affair for months. How couldn't he have seen? Maybe, because he was working all the time to pay their bills and finance her luxurious lifestyle?

His mother had reconnected. Naively, he had thought she had changed and maybe even wanted to make amends. All she wanted, was money for her next fix. And she kept calling, kept asking, begging, till she got high or frustrated and started insulting again.

Connor had broken his leg and had actually asked under tears, if whumpee could help him move. There was booze involved, when he did, still whumpee wasn't going to let him down and the time to organise was scarce.

So, his days just hadn't had enough hours and at some point, he hadn't had enough energy to keep up.

The result was, getting only so much sleep, that his body was hardly functioning and his mind just partly attending.

The result was, getting told off by his boss for the 3rd time this week. The man was usually a half decent asshole, but recently he was also pissed.

The result was, that whumpee almost fell down the stairs, packed with boxes, repeatedly. His right ankle get bend so bad the one time, he was almost sure, it got really damaged. Every step hurt like hell now.

He got a monster headache and an upset stomach. He had it. And today, he needed to make overtime, undo the shit he just messed up at work.

At 9 pm, the headache was so bad, he was sure, he was going to start puking any second, so he left work, even though, his mess wasn't cleaned up all the way.

A brief stop at the supermarket to get some groceries for Connor and then he could finally call it a day. Awaiting an unpleasend briefing with his boss in the morning, meaning, so probably even less sleep tonight.

A bag of groceries in his left arm, he was fishing for his ringing phone in his poket, while he exited the store. Too exhausted to think about it, he answered. It was Angelica, the woman, he used to call Mom a very long time ago. A muted fuck slipped over his lips, as her torn voice appeared in his head, letting the headache spike instantly. "Whatever you want. NO!" He had nothing left to fight with her. He cursed himself, that he still hadn't blocked her number. She tried to argue, he couldn't take it, his frustration spiking. "For fuck's sake, just shut up and go to hell." He pulled the phone from his ear and ended the call.

As his eyes lifted from his phone, he instantly realised, that he hadn't noticed, where he was going. It apparently wasn't the way to his car. The moment he saw, that he was standing in the middle of the road, lights were already blinding him. The honking horn yelling in his aching head and suddenly his feet were swept from under him.

The pain in his legs and the blaring in his brain ended instantly as his head smashed into the hood. The bag of groceries left his lifeless hand. Unconscious on the spot his limp body was thrown through the air like a ragdoll. Bloodcurling sounds of a bunchload of bones inside his body breaking, he cartwheeled over the car and after a brief second in the air his tensionsless form came down on unyielding pavement with a moist thud.

My masterlist

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday24 #no time to rest #whump #writing #whump writing #whump community #whumpril

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princessamericachavez · 1 year

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All the little things I’m obsessed about in the new Ted Lasso s3 trailer

NEW UNIFORM?? OR TRAINING TEES?

SHE’S SMITTEN UR HONOR

NEW COLIN HAIRCUT!!!

JAMIE’S REALLY GONE FULL “POOR LITTLE MEW-MEW” UH?

THEY TAPED TOGETHER THE BROKEN SIGN (SOBS)

TRENT MY BELOVED HOW I’VE MISSED U

DANI, MY LOVE, HAD EXACTLY A SINGLE LINE IN THIS TRAILER AND IT WAS “WUUU” AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH

RICHARD IS STILL HOT. WATER IS STILL WET, TOO, PROBABLY.

WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE SITTING IN THE BACK WITH TED? IS THAT BEARD WITH THE RED WIG? THE PERSON ON THE LEFT SEEMS TO BE SINGING OR SMTH?? (edit: i just realized it’s Rebecca??? byeeeeeeeeeeee she’s singing with them on the bussss)

FASHION ICONS (I HATE IT)

I LOVE THESE THREE SO MUCH LOOK AT THEM

WHAT’S WRONG WITH TED? HE’S GOT HIS HANDS IN HIS POKETS? WAS HE MID-PANIC ATTACK? WHY DIDN’T HE NOTICE THE GOAL???

IDK WHY THEY ARE SO EXCITED DURING TRAINING BUT I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCHHHHH

EVERYTHING GOING ON HERE. ABSOLUTELY EVERYTHING.

WHERE’S REBECCA THO?

WHAT’S GOING ON HERE? IS THAT A CHILD’S BED? WHY DOES ROY LOOK SAD?

THE BOYS ARE FIGHTING :)

THEY ARE THERE SUPPORTING NATE WTF HE DOESN’T DESERVE THEM

#Ted lasso #ted lasso season 3 #ted lasso spoilers #i am NOT tagging everyone sorry bye #sofia's nonsense

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pollyna · 2 years

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Pete, Maverick, is twenty-four, thirty-nine, forty-two and fifty one and the world changes in front of his eyes and he changes with. What changes little, and when it does is always for something better, are his feelings for Tom. He looks at his wingman and he feels proud, impress, happy, sad, ready, soft, a step away to destroy the entire universe, angry, happy, happy, happy. At some point between being twenty-seven and fifty-one Pete stopped noticing how rare his good days were and start realising how many of them he lived and was living. In the middle of this same frame of time he realised he was in love with Tom. The feelings was nothing new and Tom smiling at him over breakfast before a hop? Pete had to bite his hand to not kiss him in front of the entire diner.

(After six stiff drinks Mav confesses to Goose that sometimes watching Iceman makes him want to find a way to be part of him, as if he could have found the way to make a poket, or corner, inside Tom's chest, and that was just for Maverick. Just for him to bask in his warmth and all his love. I'm going to take him everywhere I'll go Goose, I won't ever let him behind. He's already half of my heart.)

#pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #they're going to grow old together you honor mark my word on this #icemav #maybe delete later #not really convinced on how it came out 🤔#top gun (1986)#otp: i heard from the heaven that clouds have been grey

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shoot-of-corruption · 1 year

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The thing with Ryou Bakura

I am honestly weirded out how lighthearted some people play Ryou Bakura and then I read their "canon" tag. I mean AU Ryous are superb and fine and Ryou Bakura is s very handsome character, but in my head, he hasn't ever earned the tags cutesy, weak or boring.

Lets delve into a mind of one Ryou Bakura, who is still under the influence of the ring.

He has gotten the Millennium Ring during his childhood and bonded with it. We're not talking about his family circumstances or his life from before, whenever he lost his parents snd sister isn't really important to this.

The important thing is that Ryou Bakura has started out as a child, probably already losing time. First it's harmless minutes. Like maybe he was just taking a nap or he was not concentrating well. The less people are there to keep tabs on him, the more time he loses. He finds things that don't belong to him while other things completely go missing. He loses more time and sometimes, he doesn't remember how he got to where he is.

Most importantly, he is losing friends. He has most likely been bullied a lot and the little friends he has are falling into comas during gaming sessions. He uproots and travels on MULTIPLE TIMES so he can avoid getting lynched, because parents can be fucking vicious.

Nobody knows how long this has happened and then he comes to Domino. He has learnt to keep impeccable track of time and date, maybe he even has a diary for how much time he loses, just to keep an eye on it. So far, everything could be a row of weird coincidences. And then he finds out he is responsible for all of it. Or rather the thing in the Ring he wears is.

And that is the moment, where he stops being weirded out by it all and truly and directly emotionally charges himself. He breaks down and only gets up again to help his new friends not to be killed by whatever latched onto him.

Ryou, even after that, realizes he sometimes loses time, but he is relatively calm, since nothing bad has happened so far. The moment Duelist Kingdom starts no one knows how often Ryou is in control and how often Bakura is. He loses more and more time, sometimes IN THE MIDDLE OF A TALK and he knows it means trouble.

Second murder attempt and now he isn't just concerned, he is really afraid. Now he knows that the spirit cannot be banished and is sticking to him. Bakura keeps his cards close, maybe influences Ryou to not even realize that much what is going on... it's probably all a blur to him.

Then of course BC arc, where Ryou is CONSTANTLY close to dying. He doesn't know where he is, where are his injuries coming from, he transports from one location to the other without knowing how, his thoughts are constantly muddled, because Marik has his hands to the ellbows in there and Bakura shoves him to the back so he can control everything just like he wants to.

I personally think he doesn't remember the rest of BC at all thrown in and out of consciousness until he gets out of his head again, snatches the Ring and fucking books it...

We're at the point of the worst moments now, so get prepared. Ryou has been kept hostage in his own head for years, he has lost people to this, he has been taken over consciously and unconsciously, he has lost more time than he can even count anymore, his everything hurts, he is afraid that his brain doesn't even function anymore. The only reason because he is keeping it together is so he can keep his friends safe and show just a bit of bravado to the spirit, who knows how terrible he screws up this boy, but probably doesn't even care all too much, on the contrary.

I can very much see him pay 'his rent' to Ryou in unspeakable ways.

Imagine you leave the house in the morning to go to school. The next thing you know is that it is nighttime, you are in an area you barely know, you are soaked through, you wear completely different, DIRTY clothes, your pokets include items you have never seem before. Area's of your body are hurting. What day is it? What time? When have you eaten last? Have you hurt or killed anybody?!

I can see Bakura do this to him simply out of spite and Ryou never wanting to sleep again because he doesn't know where he will wake up. In what situations will he end up? There is no constant in Ryou's life anymore. He can't sleep well, ANYTHING could happen. He can't eat well, because he is in constant duress. He obsesses over things to forget his problems.

He is literally a constantly sleep deprived bundle of anxiety, who pretends to be socially capable, because if he gives in to the spirit, it's game over.

He keeps distance from his friends so he doesn't hurt them anymore and his friends don't seem to care sbout this a bit.

I want to really ask you, if you can see a sparkle of weakness or cuteness in a person, who is going through this EVERY. SINGLE. DAY.

And the most mindbreaking thing for me is, how he even got through this alive. I wouldn't have, I can tell you that.

#yugioh #ryou bakura #headcanon #ofc it's headcanons in here #we never see much of ryou bskura #he deserves his junji ito horror show to be written #in sll honesty

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ares857 · 1 year

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internet find

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#overalls #dungarees #shortalls #boy and girl #tanktop #tank top #cute #cute guy #hands in pokets #hot #hot guy #cool #cool look #black overalls

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grayc0dex · 1 month

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TO.JI FUSH.IGURO STOMACH HEADCANNONS

(Allow me a bit of self-indulgence)

HUNGER

To.ji already has an incredibly fast metabolism because of his build. He eats a lot and often as long as finances allow. However, finances are often a problem due to being unemployed for long bouts of time, and his gambling tendencies can leave him with empty pokets.

To.ji isn’t a stranger to an empty stomach. He often isn't allowed to indulge himself fully due to finances, which leads him to have a twisting, growling stomach just a few hours after eating.

His stomach isn't super noisy when he's hungry, but his stomach will occasionally build up to an achingly empty and loud growl.

To.ji doesn't really acknowledge his stomach. It's such a normal occurrence that he just doesn't do much other than maybe place a hand on his stomach or massage it to work out a pang that was building.

To.ji had mixed reactions once he built a pact with his curse. On one hand, with the curse hidden in his stomach, the empty ache he often had was gone, but he found himself craving food more often, and his stomach had definitely become a lot more noisy and demanding. He finds it incredibly annoying, but it was a price to pay for such a powerful pact.

STUFFING

It is extremely difficult for To.ji to feel full. He has a very large appetite and is pretty insatiable. But when he does have the opportunity to indulge himself, he has the ability to pack away several plates of food.

To.ji is in his best mood when he's full, oftentimes falling onto the couch and rubbing his stomach with a smile on his face as he relaxes. If with someone, he'll give them his gratitude and give his stomach a pag while commenting about how full he is. It's quite a bizarre experience if you'd know the difficult personality of To.ji Fush.iguro beforehand.

It takes a lot for Toji to look physically full and bloated, but sometimes there will be a noticeable curve present under his skin tight shirt after a good meal.

He's a loud digester, and his stomach will definitely let you know it's full before To.ji says anything. He doesn't really mind his stomach making noise, as long as it's not hunger nagging at him once again.

It's nearly impossible for the man to overeat, but when he does, he'll lean back and close his eyes while gingerly rubbing his stomach, pushing out burps and helping everything to settle. He isn't a fan of receiving tummy rubs unless the other is well known. It's actually one of the few ways to embarrass him, but if someone he truly cares about offers, he won't say no. He'll cross his arms and try to hide his blushing face the entire time, but he secretly enjoys it.

And that concludes my thoughts. Im hardcore hyperfixating on J.JK atm, so let me know what yall think of this and what your own HCs are!!

#hunger kink #stuffing #hunger #belly kink #stomach growling #bloated stomach #hunger kink headcannons #stuffing kink

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rusty-gloinks · 1 year

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YES!!!!!!! holding th stikfigures is a vital part 2 enjoying them as blorbos must holdys them and keep them in ur pokets peeking out and waving at random little strangers while u walk around th city or smth just holding them sm we will hold them 2gethr

WHTY IS EP 4 SO FUCKIFN SAD

HOLDY FHEM IN MY HANDS AND CRYING AT THE SAME TIME

#EAHT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL

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ishouldgetatumbler · 2 years

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Danny was discovering that Thymisciran molten Coacoa is wonderful.

He'd watched Alfred gingerly pluck a pitch black bean from a fermenting jar, and Danny offered his mug of warm milk when gestured to. Pressing one finger to keep the bean steady on a large spoon, Alfred tapped the spoon on both edges of the inside of the mug, shattering the brittle shell. The smell of cinnamon and dark chocolate hit them like a wave, and Danny watched in fascination as the contents of the spoon bubbled and frothed.

"The raw bean burns in contact with the air." Bruce provided, "they say it's a curse, but the natives discovered long ago that fermenting them in spices and sugars makes a wonderful drink."

Danny drank once the contents of the spoon had boiled over into the mug, and Alfred had begun to repeat this process for two more cups. It was nice; spicy and sweet, the faint taste of nutmeg and brown sugar.

“So.” Bruce began, and the world felt a little more real, and little less wonderful. He was holding his own mug a few feet above the table. Alfred was slowly removing another bean from the jar. Danny set his cup down, and stuffed and hand in his jeans poket.

Fenton thermos; no, Lighter; no, Sam’s knife; should return that, Cellphone; no.

He switched pockets, and immediately his fingers felt shame. Vlad’s letter was completely crumpled, he’d forgotten to keep it safe while fighting Ghost King. He withdrew the letter, the weirdo’s wax seal indented with a slightly melted V. He offered the letter to Bruce.

“Vlad is my guardian right now.”

Bruce’s other hand still holding the mug, now party to steaming brown sweetness. He set the letter down next to him, and then took a light sip from the contents of the mug.

“Right now?” he asked finally.

Danny tensed. Part of him thought Bruce wasn’t even paying attention. Something was off about him, but he’d been cornered by his own words. He licked his lips and spoke.

“There was an accident at my parent’s place. Vlad sued for custody, and because he’s rich and could afford good lawyers, he argued he would have enough money to take care of all of us.” and because my stupid dad was his own lawyer he didn’t say.

“All of us?”

“Dani, my younger sister, and Jazz, my older sister.”

Bruce became very still, and spoke very slowly.

"Where are they now?"

"With Vlad, at his house in Amityville."

Danny was sweating, cold and thin on his back and face. It sounded bad laid out. Very, very bad, but only if you knew Vlad. It was hard to tell how much Bruce knew.

"Why are you here Danial?" Bruce asked.

It was now that Danny noticed Alfred was no longer present. Bruce's voice and posture were changed; his back was ramrod straight, and his voice carried across the room like the a general sweeping past his troops.

Where could he start without outing his secret identity? What could he explain so that Bruce Wayne could understand? There were too many angles, too many ghosts and half ghosts and clones involved. Why had Vlad sent him here? Was Danny supposed to explain he'd gotten his butt kicked halfway up the state and woken up here?

A hand met his shoulder.

"Danny."

Danny found himself slouched, folded down in his chair. He looked up to see the millionaire with a hand on his shoulder. He was wearing a superman bathrobe, and if his eyes weren't so bagged, the similarity would be uncanny.

"Your sisters will be fine."

Danny nodded, without meaning to. There was something certain in his voice.

"Alfred."

The door cracked open, creaking slightly. Afred's greying moustache peeked through the door.

"Please show Danny to Damian's room."

"... Master Damian's room sir.

The hand on his shoulder became Alfred's, and guided him along the hallways.

"Your room young man. Don't hesitate to ring if you need anything."

The door closed behind him, and Danny moved to the bed. He would wait a few minutes, until the butler was busy, then phase through the walls and fly back to Amityville. He sat on the bed.

Danny yelped and hopped up from the bed, pulling a small, pitch black Shurikan out of his butt.

He inspected it in the pitch white light of the ornate bedroom. One edge was slightly colored, a sheen of glowing green at one edge. He dropped it, annoyed.

"Rich kids."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39926481/chapters/99976503

#danny phantom #phanfiction #batman

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afuckinglittlesunflower · 11 months

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Congress of Vienna, pre-March and Biedermeier

I have to study for a history exam which is next week so I thought about different methods to get everything into my head. What better way then to let your comfort characters help? This is part 1 of my insert genshin character x reader study session series. This time, it's a Fischl x reader. Also, it's not proof-read.

Enjoy!

With a sigh you got up from your seat. As your seat was right next to the open window, the cool summer breeze was directed at your standing form. Hair flowing gently behind you as you looked outside, smiling. "Tell me, my treasure, have thee also recieved such rahter upsetting news written by none other than the hag of the east, Yae Miko?" Fischl's chirpy voice, which you usually considered as a blessing, took you by utter surprise. Confused enough, you tilted your head slightly as you gazed at your lover. "A message? No, why?", you asked, usure if you even wished to hear the answer. Fischl threw her hands in the air dramatically. She shook her head, blond hair falling graciously over her shoulders. Her green eye, which was not covered by the white eyepatch, looked at you with such intesity it felt as though the world around you fell silent. Fischl crossed her arms over her chest which involuntarily drove your gaze in. The blond haired beauty in front of you was your very own girlfriend after all.

Just as she was about to answer you heard the familiar notification sound of no other app than teams. Oh shit. For a moment you hesitated before taking your phone out of the skirt poket and looked at the new message. "My dear student...", was all you could make out. Laughing, Fischl took your phone and fixated her gaze on the screen. Without any trouble she pressed her thumb on your phone and unlocked it. Although you should be thinking about the text message you had just recieved, you couldn't help but stare at her beautiful, long fingers. The purple nail polish you put on her yesterday did indeed suit a princess like her perfectly.

"My dear student, due to your rather unfortunate percentage of absences you are required to write an exam in order to recieve a grade in this years history course. In the attachment below you will find the topics of study for the exam. It will be held on June the 19th at 9.35 am. In case questions arise feel free to ask your classmate Xingqui for help! Best regards, Prof. Yae Miko."

Not even the lovely voice of Fischl could save your from your impending doom. "Oh my, it seemes as though you share the same fate as I once more", grinning, your girlfriend slipped your phone in her poket and moved behind you. She swiftly moved her arms around your waist and pressed herself close to you. Her breath tickled your neck as she whispered something in your ear. "Thy shall not waver in the face of terror. For I, Fischl, Prinzessin der Verurteilung, am willing to unergo such horror with you, my most priced treasure."

The soft sound of humming did anything but calm you. Abrubtly, you looked up and found your girlfriend silently focusing on the sheets in front of her. A look full of nothing but concentration was something you deeply admired about her. While you were never able to fully focus on anything, really, she always managed to give it her all. There it came to no surprise that always was on the leaderbord in the top 10. Once more you looked at the neat notes you had written a day prior. Nothing seemed to make sense. "To hell with that. I can't get it into my head no matter how hard I try." You were truly on the verge of giving up as you lied down flat on the comfortable, blue carpet.

Only then did Amy look at you. She smiled as she took your notes in her delicate hands. "Congress of Vienna, pre-March and Biedermeier. Although this much is nothing for the Prinzessing der Verurteilung, I can see how all those things might make one's head spin with utter confusion." She once more opened her mouth so she could explain the topics in their entirety, you stopped her. "My precious Fischl, I love you and everything you do. I love the way you act as well and everytime it makes my heart beat just a bit faster. But please, could you try to explain all this in a more... boring way?" As, in her eyes, your smile was worth a thousand roses, she could not deny anything you asked of her. "You know how after the French Revolution Napoleon became the one in power? He invaded countries and was overall just a despicable human. After a while though, with his inevitable defeat, he was exiled to the island of Saint Helena." Her green eye bore into yours as she silently got up while continuing. "All the representatives of the european countries met up in Vienna from 1814 to 1815 in order to reach an agreement about how to restore Europe."

"In the end, the old order was restored." She strechted her arms above her head, then proceeded to move over to you. She was now above you, both feet standing on either side of your waist. Fischl was looking down at you, smiling. Your eyes moved all across her body, only stopping at the black skirt she was wearing. Her school uniform really did fit her exeptionally well. The black thighs hugged her legs in a way that got your eyes in a trance. With a snap of her fingers your attention was once more on her plumb, rosey lips. "You have to listen if you want to learn something." A nod seemed sufficiant to her as she continued with her monolog. "Throughout the entire congress, the public of Vienna suffered immensely." A questioning look of yours engouraged her to sit down on top of you. Slowly, your hands moved to her waist as to hold her in a loose grip. "The emperor of Austria, Franz the first, spent an immense amount of money on parties, the theatre and anything to do with entertainment."

"Thus, the public suffered as the prices for rent- everything, really- went up. They also had to pay more taxes." Only for a moment, your eyes started to explore her clothed body. You really did not do well on focusing on one thing alone. A slight pat to the cheek made you puff out your cheeks. "I am doing this for you, so you better listen!", despite that, your girlfriend provokingly placed her hands just below your breasts. A grin spread across her face. "In the end, the following was established after the congress. In France, the brother of Ludwig the 16th became king again and the borders of 1789 were reinforced. Austria lost the Netherlands, yet gained Salzburg, Venetia, Lombardy and Dalmatia-", before she could finish your fingers pulled down the rim of her skirt slightly. Softly, you traced the skin underneath. A yelp escaped her pretty lips and the blush was emminent on her face. "Go on, my lovely princess. Continue." Rather than a suggestion, it sounded like an order. "V-very well then", coughing, she avoided holding eyecontact like before. "R-Russia got Finnland and the majority of Poland. Even though the citizens wished for a unified, german nation, their wants were not met. The Habsburgerreich continued to consist of mutible different nations." Your hands came to a halt. You wondered, "What a bunch of assholes." Agreeing, Amy sighed. "The actual winner of all this was none other than Britain as it, once more, became the leading naval power."

Humming in agreement, you continued your light strokes on her exposed skin. It was incredibly soft. "The german-speaking nations formed what was called 'der Deutsche Bund' under the chairmanship of Austria in order to keep inner and outer security. As well as providing each other safety and help if needed. Almost every european country joined the 'Holy Alieance', which was supposed to prevent future wars and keeping the current order." A tight squeeze on your end made her stop talking once more. "Would you please focus on what I'm saying?" Chuckling you said: "Oh but you already have all my attention on you, princess." Red adored her face as she barely managed to stutter the following: "I- You're supposed to- to listen to me!" She crossed her arms over her chest. "Why do all our study sessions end like this?", she mumbled under her breath. Abruptly, your hands left her as you held them up in an apologetic manner. "Sorry, please resume, princess. I do not dare to interrupt you any further." Hestitating, she bit her lip. "I never said- fine."

"The kings and emperors feared revolutions to the point where they tried to surpress it to the extrem. The period of the pre-March was characterized by things like:

Exclusion of the public of political participation.

Extremely tight censorship of newspapers, books, etc.

Strict survailance of schools.

The snitching-system, basically neighbours ranting out their neighbours.

Prohibition of meetings.

They wanted to forbid education from the lower classes.

House searches.

and exploitation and immiseration of bigger groups due to the industrialization."

Huffing, you layed your intertwined hands underneath your head. Fischl moved slightly, her skirt unintentionally riding up her thigh. She leaned back, proping herself up with her arms, which were now resting right behind her feet. Throwing her head back, she exposed her beautiful neck. A sinister looking smile made its way onto your lips. Even though the purple mark andoring her skin was visible, you had to fight the urge to create more. "You know, in Austria that exact system of surpression is deeply connected to the states chancellor Metternich", your statement confused her greately. The look she gave you screamed "How do you know that?" "Believe it or not, but that's one of the only things I remembered from Miko's lessons. What can I say, Metternich is a dumb name." Grinning, you sat up, moving your face close to hers. Although she desperately tried to hide it, the way Fischl gazed at your lips did not go unnoticed. "W-well, good that you know that much...", she probably wanted to sounds confident, yet failed miserably as nothing but a whisper came out. You hummed and then connected your lips. You could feel her smile against you. Fischl wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you in closer. "I love you", she whispered against you time and time again. Cute, you thought. The kiss felt hot, both your lips slowly drying up. No saliva was exchanged, yet the kiss left you both breathess. Resting your head against hers, you closed your eyes. A nap on your lovers lap sounded perfect right now. Fischl moved quickly, pecking your lips one more time before removing herself off you. She stood up, proudly, yet slightly emberassed, putting her hands on her hips.

"Now you, my most precious treasure, shall be questioned by me, Fischl, Prinzessin der Verurteilung! What groups were the emperors terrified of?" She pointed her finger at you, grinning widely. Your mouth fell wide open. Of course you were hoping to... get into some action, so to speak, before continuing your study session. "Are you serious, raven?" Raven, that name always got her blushing. When you were at her place once she introduced you to her loyal servant Oz, a raven. "You- you dare question me?" Shaking your head, smiling amused, you answered her with full on confidance. "The liberals and the national groups." At your answer her eye lit up, rivaling the stars in the sky. Throwing her hands in the air she laughed with great pleasure. Oh yes, studying with your beloved was always worth it. "What did the liberal group, the civilians and workers demand from royalty?" "Political incluence, freedom of individual development, withdrawl of the government and...", you stopped, clearly not remembering the rest. Was there even anything else? "And freedom of economical development as well as freedom of press." The smile she graced you with was worth everything. Oh, how much you loved her.

A knock on your door rudely interuped your alone time. Yet, before either of you could answer your beautiful and elegant white door was thrown open only to reveal a rather tired looking Yoimiya. The red-head had teary eyes, looking absolutely miserable. "Fischl! Nee-san!", she jumped into your arms. And soon, the tears started flowing. Panicking, Amy kneeled down, rubbing your sister's back. "W-what's wrong- I mean, Thy needs to reveal what madness has caused pearls of sadness to rain down on you?" Embracing Yoimiya, you stared at the ink stains on her cheek. "Studying?", you asked her, voice gentle as usual. Due to the ever-flowing river of tears, she could but nod. "Why is history so hard to understand? I *hick* just want to go out and *hick* eat ice cream!", Yoimiya wailed. Ah, of course. Your precious step-sister had gotten sick thanks to you so many times this year, it was no surprise she also had to take an exam in order to pass this year. "Do not fret, my child, for we, the rulers of the Immernachtreich, shall grant you the pleasure of guaidance!" As the tears had tried up, Yoimiya took a look at your lover. "You mean it?"

It was now Tuesday, barely a week left before your exam. "What did the national group demand the emperors to do?", your voice was laced with boredom, the past few days had been nothing but a pain. Unable to spend even a bit of alone time with Amy was hardly berably and neither could you watch your comfort anime. This is what hell must feel like, you thought. "They wanted their very own nations! Which was obviously unthinkable for the multiethnical state Austria", Yoimiya answered with a big grin on her face. For her, the time spent with Amy and you would always be precious, no matter what. Fischl, who sat with her on your lovely carpet smiled proudly. "Indeed, my loyal subject! The entirety of the 19th century was marked by the fight for seperat nations!" "And that, my dear children, is another reason as to why World War 1 broke out", you concluded. "Students and teenagers formed a group called... uhm, what was it again?" The red-head rubbed the back of her head sheepishly. "Die allgemeine Deutsche Burschenschaft!" To neither of your surprise, Fischl knew it. She's always been fascinated with the history of your home country, Austria and Germany. "Right! And their goal was to overcome the secession and to gain political influence!" You shook your head, both of them were already much more knowledgeable than you on that matter. What a waste of time. "The scentence of Karlsbad after the Wartburg festival came with even stricter controls", your lover said. Truly a waste of time.

The smell of freshly baked pancakes filled the air as you made your way downstairs. Your parents were off to another 'honeymoon' it seemed. Since the day they married, which was exactly 5 years ago, they left each year for two weeks, giving you absolut freedom. At least that's how it usually went. Not this year though. This year you were plagued by exams thus taking all your precious time for studying. The shirt your best friend, Kuki Shinobu, bought you as a birhtday gift hung loosely around your body. With nothing but the shirt and panties you made your way down the stairs. The lovely sound of humming made its way to your ears as you spotted Amy slightly swaying her hips to the song playing from her phone. Ah, 'Wir', by K.I.Z was what she was listening to. A german song you showed her yesterday. Since Amy met you, her german had gotten a lot better.

The blond turned around, revealing her uncovered face. Although she loved the eyepatch, she refused to wear it while cocking. For what reason, you did not know. It felt wrong to ask her as her entire persona- Fischl- was something incredibly privat. "What does the word 'Biedermeier' mean?" You stopped in your tracks. Staring at her dumbly, not knowing what to say. The ticking clock behind your lover told you the time. "Six am. It is. Six. In the. Morning. I refuse to answer you." Despite your original task of hugging her tightly, you instead moved to the kitchen table and sat down, unlocking your phone and immediately going through twitter. What a despisable app. Huffing, Fischl turned around, continuing to cook. "For you information, it means-" "Submission, being retarded (yeah it actually means that, dont come at me), and philistinism." Without looking at her, you knew she was smiling. "The age of art and lifestyle between 1815 and 1848 is called Biedermeier. Fitting, don't you think, sweet cheeks?" Refusing to look up from your phone you continued. "Considering that they romantisized the life on the countryside to the max. and basically idolised the entire era is just fucking insane. They lived shitty lives."

#genshin #genshin impact #fischl #yoimiya #fischl x reader #fischl x y/n #biedermeier #congress of vienna #pre-March #history #austria #reader #y/n #hoyoverse #modern au #modern

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violxz6y · 1 year

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Moriarty The Patriot x male reader chp2

"Sir,are you alright?,"a cranky voice asked "I don't have to send a message to mr moriarty now, do I?"

"No No you must not bother the busy mr.moriarty for little old me, I should be fine"a deep smooth voice said,he peered down at the wrinkled filled face, with a tight knit eyebrows and an obviously frowned expresion.

Her arms held a paper tape as she held it around the slim waist of the said man.She delibratly tighted the hold on him squeesing his organs together in a tight grip.

"old lady- co-uld yoU lesse--n your grip" stutters escaped the mans plush lips,his body tensed at this action.

Suddenly she withdrew the tape causing a gust of wind startling the male leading him butt first down the platform straight into the perwinkle carpet.

"First of all,you dont call me old lady im only 52 and secondly if you took care of my perfectly crafted suits you wouldnt be in this situation every single week!!!,"exclaimed old lady she huffed as she crossed her arms against her chest.Her dress was a dark magenta and her hair was in a tight slicked back bun.

"Im tired of your childish behaviour and i cannot understand how the noble kind and handsome mr moriaty deals with your kind"she finshed in an elegant style she turned her back and pranced to the room of the left hand side on the wall with the green stipes next to a golden rimmed mirror.

The said male had stayed as silent as a mouse during the old ladies tantrums.His face smooshed against the softness of the carpet."kind and noble she says"he huffs under his breath," his eyes droop down and his face stiffens."havent gotten to see him for so long (:C)" tears start to brim in his eyes.He wanted to embraces his friends in a long tight hug,feel their presance hear their soft laughs.His heart swhelled with longing,"No," he thought "mission comes first"his expression tightness a new found determination filled his face.

He swiftly gets up,he dusts of the dust from the carpet and strides out of the room into the entrance.A ring of a bell could be heard as he leaves the said boutique.He elegantly tips his hat twords any established gentlemen and gentlewomen he sees down the street showing them a sign of respect.After all how was he going gather any intell if they all hated him.

Some ladies turned to each other covering their mouth with fans giggling twords each other as he walked past,some men snarled at him in envy while others hid their adimartation by tipping their hats low enough to cover the top half of their faces.

What could he say he was quite the looker indeed. Tall with box broad sholders,his joy filled (e/c) eyes,perfectly tailerd suit with the best accesory of all his charming smile.

Most people would forget he came from humble beginings.Most people asumed he was born into this type of wealth,but no it was aquired by not so favourable deeds.

As he pondered about himself and the world.His long legs ended up taking him to his destination.A libary, specifically his libary "Welltons Book Garden" .An out of place building contrasting the brick architectual creations,it was made entirely of oak wood small yet cozy looking, glass doors with an neatly printed "closed sign".

He shuffled tword the entrance of the Libary, rumedging through the pokets of his maroon suit with black embodiary details ,he held his keys with his callosed hands, they jiggled as he shifted them through to find the one he was looking for.

Each of the keys where unique carved into different ways into animals trees plants so that it could never be replicaded.These keys held information to many unsolvable mysteries in the whole of London,England no no the whole British Empire and its ennemies.

"Found it!,"his eyes gleamed in happiness as he found his token to the entry of his libary.

He unlocked the door it let out a soft click.He outstretched his long arm and pushed the door open with minimal force.

There his eyes met with shelves upon shelves of the greatest novels,study accounts.The was a worn down cracky ladder in the middle of the shelves that reached uppon the highest of mountins.

He turned right and his feet carried him into the isle where the books where highly concentrated meaning where one would walk in,and dissapear without a trace with no notice from anyone.

His arms traced apon the leather spines of the novels. A familar Thick scent of fresh paper and leather filled into his nostrills.

Gosh he loved this place,hours and hours spent imquiring interesting information.

He began to pushout books in the specific isle.First was a redish book with the title "Inconginto" then Medical studies by_____" his body danced one with the books.Taking them out putting them back in,it was as if he was dancing some type of fast paced waltz.One two three switch one two free take.A repeating pattern until a light click filled his eardrums.

The shelve swang open reavealing a silver metal door underneath it.

#louis james moriarty #albert james moriarty #sherlock holmes #yuukoku no moriarty #william james moriarty #x male reader #male reader

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its-my-whump · 5 months

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Whumpcember2023 Day 3 - Hypothermia

@whumpcember

Andrew wanted to take the shortcut through the woods, but this shortcut had turned out to be the wrong way. It was a dumb idea anyway, finding his way in the middle of a long december night, slightly drunk, while it was below zero.

Only a few yards behind the treeline he had stumbled over a branch, a root, a stone, just something that made him fall ungracefully.

He faceplanted just after his head got the brief second to form that one word and scream it at him in loud silence. 'SHIT.'

Everything went dark accompanied by a sickening sound of someone using a whip on naked flesh.

Maybe it were his own teeth chattering, that tried to pull him out of the soothing unconsciousness, he wasn't sure. Not as sure as he was of the pain in his skull or the one in his left ankle.

He was cold, that he was sure of. His face felt like someone had put it into a vacuum. It was raw and tight and he actually couldn't feel much of it because of the cold. His tongue went over dry lips, that felt like sandpaper. Andrew tasted blood, the tip of his tongue connected with more cold, bloody snow.

Begrudgingly he prayed his eyes open a crack. He saw white and red and the rest was dark. It was still night. He came from that party and it was still night. He was laying somewhere in the damn woods in a damn cold night of december. He was an idiot!

His body shivered. Andrew wasn't sure if it had all the time or just started. There was an ache in his muscles, he couldn't place. Slowly and very carefully he tried to move, just to realise, that his hands were pinned under his own torso. He hadn't even tried to stop his fall, great reflexes there. His head throbbed just by thinking. His shoulders were stiff and his leg didn't like being moved at all. Spiking pain went through it and literally jumped up his calve.

Andrew managed to move to his back. He would have bit down, but his teeth were chattering too hard. His hands now free were shaking uncontrollably.

His breath came in visuable puffs and rose into the air.

The feeling in his hands was almost gone. They felt numb and thick and like not really being attached to him at all.

His fingers were stiff. Finding the poket his phone was in through touching for it, was impossible. 'How long had he been laying here in the damn cold?'

Andrew tried to raise his head a bit to guide his almost useless hands, but all his movement did, was agitate the pain in his head. It sank back weakly as an undeceiferable sound escaped him.

His strength was faiding fast. The cold soil, he was lying on, wasn't working in his favour. He could move his arms, but his hands had gone completely useless. The slight tingling, that burned through them some time ago was gone. The shivering had stopped and his mouth had almost closed, teeth not chattering any longer.

Andrews watched his exhales lift in foggy clouds into the grey sky, not realising, that the sun was about the rise soon.

The pauses between those tiny clouds slowly hoovering away became longer, the clouds became smaller as the darkness of night was replaces by brightly shining beams of light, lurking through leaveless corpes of the forest.

A loud and strong echoing yell was caried around solitary treetrunks as the distinct sound of snow being pressed under heavy boots, approached.

"Andrew?"

But Andrew wasn't able to answer his call anymore.

whumpcember masterlist

#whumpcember #whumpcember2023 day3 #hypothermia #whump #writing #whump writing #writblr

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