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the-baby-storyteller · 8 months

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“You need to rest.”

“I can rest when I’m dead.”

“You’ll be dead soon if you don’t put the weapon down and go rest.

“I’m training-”

“You’ve trained enough. Now lie down before I pick you up and throw you in the bed myself.”

#dialogue #prompts #dialogue prompts #writing snippet #whump #exhaustion whump #whump prompts #overexertion #manhandling #eerily similar to another post I’ve made but different enough for it to stand out to me

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snakebites-and-ink · 4 months

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Whumpuary #3: Used as bait / Stumbling / "This is gonna hurt" + #4: "Help me" / Lightheaded / Kneeling

CW: Chase, overexertion, failed escape, manhandling

Whumpee ran through the underbrush, desperately pushing their aching and weakened body to keep going. They couldn’t rest yet.

Whumper was on their tail. Whumpee had a head start, but they weren’t sure how big it was. All they knew was that this was their chance to get away, and they weren’t likely to get another one anytime soon.

Underbrush hit at Whumpee’s legs as they dashed through it. They paid no heed to the sting and pushed on. They panted for breath, their blood pounding in their ears as their feet pounded on the ground. Still they ran. There would be no respite until they were out of Whumper’s reach.

They tripped on a half-exposed root and nearly lost their footing. They managed to keep from falling, and regained their pace.

Whumpee kept running. After a while, they realized they were flagging and sped up again. They couldn’t afford to slow down. Whumper knew this area; they lived in it. Staying ahead was Whumpee’s only advantage.

It didn’t take long before their stride became less steady. They were pushing themself too hard. They grimaced and kept going anyway; they didn’t have a choice.

Their lungs burned and their legs became unstable as they battled with fatigue. Whumpee stumbled, then scraped their hand as they caught themself. It was so tempting to just stay there and rest a moment, but they didn’t have the time. They pushed off of a tree and forced themself onward.

Not long after, they were stumbling again. They lost their footing, well and truly this time, and fell to the ground. They painstakingly stood back up with a groan. As they leaned against a tree, bracing themself to keep going, they heard a sound behind them that definitely wasn’t from the local wildlife.

“Whumpee.”

No. Dread washed through them. They already knew whose voice it was, but Whumpee still turned to look as Whumper emerged from the trees. They were breathing hard, too, but not as hard as Whumpee. It made sense: Whumper was healthier and knew the terrain. The logic didn’t make it any less disheartening, though.

The chase was over. Whumpee was in no condition to get away from Whumper now that they’d caught up. Whumpee looked out into the trees, for a moment entertaining the idea of running anyways, before slumping in defeat. Their knees hit the dirt almost before they knew what they were doing.

The show of submission might earn them a modicum of lenience. Not much, but Whumpee was willing to take any chance to make their impending situation slightly less awful.

Whumper fixed them with a stony glare, looking very displeased. Whumpee cringed and broke eye contact.

“You are in a whole lot of trouble.” Whumper walked over to where Whumpee was kneeling and roughly pulled them to their feet. Whumper held Whumpee in a vice-like grip, fingers digging into them.

Whumpee didn’t say anything back. They knew it would be pointless to ask for mercy.

Whumper kept Whumpee in a painful hold all the way back to Whumper’s house. Back to everything Whumpee had hoped to escape from. Hot tears welled in their eyes as freedom slipped further out of reach.

#Took an extra day on this one because it wasn't one of the ones I'd pre-written and it ended up being my longest whumpuary piece yet #This is not the end of these characters' story #whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno3 #whumpuaryno4 #stumbling #kneeling #chase #overexertion #failed escape #recapture #I'm kind of unsure where to draw the line between failed escape and recapture so I'm just tagging both to be safe #manhandling #threats #original fic #whump #whump writing #my posts #my writing

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staydandy · 9 months

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Memorist (2020) - 메모리스트 - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : Dong Baek has an extraordinary ability. He can peer into the memories of whoever he touches. With his supernatural power, get-it-done attitude, and eye-pleasing looks, he is fervently revered worldwide as a superstar detective. However, when his punches meet with suspects before words, he can be a bit of a headache to his comrades. Eventually he meets his match when we comes upon a serial killer with abilities that transcend his. It's going to be a fight worth watching. (MDL)

Whumpee : Dong Baek played by Yoo Seung Ho

Country : 🇰🇷 South Korea Genres : Action, Thriller, Mystery, Supernatural

Notes : This is a Partial List - I didn't list every bit of whump, just what caught my attention the most • Adapted from the webtoon by Jae Hoo • If you like He is Psychometric you'll probably like this one (or vice-versa). Both have a MC with a psychic power that can lead to burnout/consequences, & both are thriller/mystery cop shows. Though I think Memorist has a slightly darker vibe to it.

Episodes on List : 6 Total Episodes : 16

*Spoilers below*

01 : Dong Baek faints after a tough read

08 : Faints after a bad read ... stabbed during a fight

11 : Hurt after fishing a firefighter out of a building, collapses after his read

13 : While escaping is hit by a car ... suffering the consequences of power

14 : In bad condition but continues to do reads, even though its killing him

15 : Shot

More Whump Lists for this show: love-me-a-lotta-whump whumpetywhump

#whump #whump list #Asian whump #South Korea #Memorist #메모리스트 #Dong Baek #Yoo Seung Ho #faint #passes out #overexertion #side effect #burn out #stabbed #fight #collapses #hit by a car #shot

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whumpshaped · 3 months

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Happy New Year!

A New Year tradition in my area is the Mummers parade, which is...awesome to watch, just as a side note.

I don't know how much you know about Mummers, Mummery, whatever, but it's got me thinking.

Part of the performances, especially for the String Bands and Fancy Brigades, are these HUGE costumes covered in feathers and sparkles. And once a year, today, the entire day is dedicated to performing and competing.

So, a character, who's already not feeling the greatest, still shoving themself into the performance, into this big, heavy costume. Perhaps they're even a Captain, and their costume is the biggest and most elaborate of all (though not just the captains get the big outfits).

They get out to perform, they're on top of a tall prop, and they just.

They pass out.

They fall.

They're direly ill, overheating, too weak to hold the weight of their costume, it's the most important day of the year and they suffer and fall in front of hundreds of people.

How will they deal with that? How will the people who care about them deal with that? While this prompt doesn't have to strictly lead to something Mummers related, most Mummers brigades are largely family and friends based, where members are often brothers and fathers and grandfathers, three, four generations of family out there.

Sorry, rambly. But it's new years, who isn't?

~𐂂

hey check out this cool thing the mummers parade reminded me of

tw sickfic, self-blame

This was the most important event of the year. Whumpee had practised tirelessly for the past months, in costume, out of costume, with the rest of the team, and without. This was the first ever year that the team decided they were fit to lead the choreography, and they couldn’t afford to betray that trust. Especially not in front of the baroness.

Except the overexertion was starting to take a toll on their body. As the date of the performance approached, Whumpee’s anxiety was becoming quite extreme. They were foregoing meals, sleep, any rest at all, and when the weather turned bad, they refused to stay inside instead of practising. With two days left until the parade, Whumpee fell ill.

It was miserable. They used all their leftover strength to pretend they were okay, going through the motions of the choreography in a dizzy haze. They had to do it. They had to go out there and show up for the team. They had to be perfect.

The day before, Whumpee couldn’t get out of bed. They told everyone they were preparing mentally, and the excuse seemed to work. Nobody even questioned them. Everyone was preoccupied with their own worries, they didn’t have time to get suspicious and investigate. And what would it have achieved, even if they had? No, it was much better this way. Whumpee knew they would feel better the next day.

They were wrong.

They saw two of every costume as they staggered into the dressing room, staring straight ahead while one of their friends helped them get into their attire. Their ears felt like they were plugged up, like all the sounds were coming from underwater. They couldn’t focus on a single word that was spoken, and they could only hope it wasn’t information they hadn’t heard a thousand times before.

The sun was too bright, the music was too loud, the prop they had to get up on was too tall, and their head felt like it had been stuffed full of cotton. Muscle memory carried them through the entire first half of the performance, and not even the baroness’s royal presence could penetrate through the fog that enveloped their mind. They didn’t feel anxious anymore. It was almost like the calm before the storm.

Whumpee got on one leg and kicked the other to the side, then reached both their hands up towards the sky—

The world suddenly tilted. The clouds were moving way too fast for a day with not so much as a light breeze, and Whumpee was distantly aware that it wasn’t actually the clouds that were moving; it was them, having lost their balance and falling backwards with nothing to soften the impact.

They gasped in pain as their back hit the asphalt, their head colliding with it just a moment later. If there had been any air left in their lungs, they might have laughed at the absurdity of it. All that practice… all to embarrass themself and all their friends in front of the baroness and her lackeys.

The music didn’t stop, but several of the people on their team rushed to their side, yelling to them and each other simultaneously. Whumpee stared past them, up at the beautiful, winter sky.

They wondered whether they’d ever see it again, after having ruined the baroness’s entertainment.

#asks #deer anon #sickfic #self blame #overexertion #whump #whump drabble

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starliight-whump · 4 months

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@whumpcember Day 26: Collapse

Oops I completely forgot to ost this. But here's some superhero James collapsing from exhaustion after overusing his powers!

“Hurry!” James followed his teammates and the civilians they were leading out of the slowly crumbling building, carrying an injured woman in his arms. He was nearly outside when he heard more screaming from behind them and horror went through him. There were still people in the building. A building that was threatening to fall apart any moment.

“Take her, there are still people inside!” James handed the woman over to one of his teammates.

“Zenith, we have to get out of here! There’s no time! The building is falling apart!” As if to underline their words, a big part of the ceiling broke off and shattered as it hit the ground; which caused more screaming from the people still in the building, coming down the stairs in the far corner of the room.

“Get out, I’ll buy them some time!” James turned and raised his hands and let his power flow.

“That's crazy, you can't…” “Yes, I can, just do it!” Blue glow swirled around his hands and wrapped around the ceiling and walls. James rarely used his powers to this magnitude and it quickly began sapping his strength. The people made their way down the stairs and one of his teammates ran back into the building to help them.

More cracks ran across the ceiling causing dust to fall down, and the stairs creaked ominously. No! It had to hold until everyone was out, it had to! James grit his teeth and focused harder. His eyes glowed blue and he started trembling with exertion, and he was so focused on his task of keeping the building from collapsing that he didn't even notice how warm blood ran from his nose. The world seemed to blur in front of him, and despite his best efforts the blue of his power seemed to flicker and the building began collapsing faster and faster. But at least the last couple of people ran past him.

“Zenith, let's go!”

James looked over at the blurry appearance of his teammate, and before he could fully comprehend what they were saying, he was dragged through the exit of the building. That broke the last bit of concentration he had and as his power faded, the building rapidly collapsed.

There was a faint ringing in James' ears as he stared at the crumbling building, swaying slightly. He was so tired.

“Zenith, Zenith!” James looked over at his teammates and the movement made the whole world spin, and suddenly he realized there was something warm, sticky under his nose. He brought his hand up to touch it, and once he pulled it away he could see that his glove was covered in red. Oh. He looked up at his teammates and darkness crawled at the edges of his vision. “I- I don't feel so good…” James managed to mumble before his legs gave in and he collapsed from exhaustion.

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@mirasmirages @darkredrevolution

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laffy-taffy-creations · 7 months

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Day 1 of whumptober!

This fic was cross-posted on Ao3 here

Just One Day

Safety Net | Swooning | "How many fingers am I holding up?"

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Words: 1,040

Warnings: sickness, overexertion, self-hatred, human experiments, broken promises, adultification of a minor, child abuse

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“Hey, uhhh…3?” someone asked.

I turned. “Oh, hey 7. What’s up?”

“9 sent me to see you. Whatcha doing?”

“Fixing the home remedy for tonight’s batch of allergic reactions. Our stupid ‘caretakers’ decided that fish sticks would be a brilliant choice of dinner despite at least 170 of the nearly 300 of us being allergic to fish or the oil the use to fry shit.”

“Really?”

I scoffed, “I know right? You’d think they’d realize what a bad idea that is.”

“No,” she said, “I mean you know how to combat allergic reactions?”

I looked at her confused. “Yeah, I’ve been the one making the remedies for everyone since being chosen as an experiment… did you really not know this?”

“I mean, I knew someone was making them, but I figured it would be one of the adults, not… you… do you even have allergies?”

“No, but that doesn’t really matter?”

She was stunned. “3. You’re 11. Are you trying to tell me that ontop of caring for literally every person in this facility, teaching everyone Japanese, making sure we’re all safe and that fights dont break out, keeping us educated as possible, ensuring we all make it to sleep at night and tending to the other kids teens and sometimes adults that have issues sleeping, you’ve also been the person keeping track of allergies and making the drinks infused with whatever it is that keep allergies from being life threatening?”

“Uhhhh, yeah? Why is that so confusing to you?”

“3! You’re 11 for crying out loud! Are you trying to tell me you’ve been single-handedly taking care of everyone in every aspect imaginable SINCE YOU WERE NINE?!?!?!”

“7. Calm down.”

“I will NOT! You’re a fucking fifth grader taking care of nearly 300 people on your own!”

“And I’ve been doing that job just fine for 2 years.”

“3-”

“Sayovai.”

“No, I dont wanna hear it, what the actual fuck 3?-”

“Sayovai.”

“You cant be serious, I mean-”

“SAYOVAI! YEHLISA UMOYA!”

She finally paused.

“I am fine. You are fine. I am doing what I have to so we can all survive here, I’m our safety net. Ngicela ungithembe nje, kulungile?”

She took a deep breath and nodded. “Fine. So long as you promise awuzicindezeli… you can promise me that, akunjalo?”

I laughed a bit. “Yebo, ngiyathembisa.”

“Good.”

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I tried to keep my promise.

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“3, you doing good?” Max asked me.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, I think, just a mild sickness…”

He paused. “Go back to your room.”

“What?”

“Go back to your room. If you’re sick right now, you have to go rest.”

I protested, “I’m fine Max! It’s just a mild sickness of some sort…”

“OV, if you could see yourself right now, you’d know damn well this isn’t ‘mild sickness’.”

I scoffed.

“You’re barely walking right now.”

“Liar.”

“I’m not lying, I-! Actually, you know what, stay right fucking there, I’m getting 9.”

“Okay, but I’m telling you, it’s not that bad.”

I waited for a while.

They finally returned but… Was I on the floor now? When had that happened?

There was some noise, it was faint. Like someone was calling to me. I saw what looked like a hand in front of me. I made some sort of noise, trying to respond. I felt like I should be panicking, but I had too little energy.

Next thing I knew, I was off the ground. Was someone carrying me? Everything was blurry. I could barely keep my eyes open.

Then it was soft.

Incredibly soft. I recognized the feeling of a bed.

I melted into the dark surrounding me. Eventually my hearing cleared. And I was able to open my eyes again.

“3? 3 are you awake?” I heard.

“Mmmmmm…”

“Hey, hey! Dont fall asleep again! Look at me,” it sounded like Relena.

I opened my eyes and weakly pushed myself up. This whole situation was so vague in my memory… I feel like I have something to do…

“Hey, 3, look at me. How many fingers am I holding up?”

I concentrated as best I could. “Mmmm…. Four?” I guessed.

She sighed and put her hand down, “No OV… Just rest, I’ll take care of today. You’re too out of it to do anything right now.”

That jogged my mind a bit. There’s… a lot of us… in the building… I’m meant to be taking care of us… I’m meant to be taking care of us!

I instantly started to get out of bed and was just as instantly pushed back into in. “No 3! You stay here!”

“I’m meant to… be taking care of… the others right now!” I slurred.

“No! I’m taking care of the others today! You’re sick!”

My vision started getting blurry again and I could feel a tightening in my throat. “But I-"

“But nothing! Rest!”

I felt something warm go down my cheek. “I’m supposed to- I’m our safety net! If I’m not there and something really bad happens-”

“We’ll take care of it! There’s more people than just you here, 3. If things really go wrong, we’ll figure it out.”

I was starting to have some trouble breathing. Crying. That’s what’s happening. I’m sobbing.

“But- the, the others-”

“Vee, I can take over for a day. It’s one day. You’re usually our safety net. Let us be yours.”

She lifted my mask and wiped away my tears. “We’ll be fine. Just take a break. You’ve already done way too much for your age. Just one day, okay?”

I nodded as best I could. I ended up crying myself back to sleep. Even after waking up again, this time alone in my room, I couldn’t shake the feeling I’d somehow failed everyone.

It should’ve been fine. I should’ve been able to handle it. It’s my job to take care of the others. Today shouldn’t have been any different.

“Hey, 3, you awake in here?” someone called from the doorway after a while, pulling me from my thoughts.

“Hm? Oh, yeah, what is it Agno?”

“Dinnertime. C’mon, join us. We missed you today.”

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a bit, just gimmie a moment.”

You shouldn’t have missed me today. Because I should’ve been there. I should’ve been there.

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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 2 years

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Hi there! Can you maybe do one where male whumpee who is a witch uses too many power and gets like nosebleed and the caretakers need to help him

Hi anon! Sure I can! Thanks for requesting this, here you go!

Whumpee's wand quivered in his hand as he charged his most powerful banishing spell. He had no idea how a giant spider had gotten in the cottage garden, but it was here now, and it towered over the rose bushes, clicking its pincers menacingly.

"Whumpee!" Caretaker 1 cried, "stop! You're going to get hurt!"

"It's either I cast this spell or we're all lunch!" Whumpee called over his shoulder, "now stand back!"

"Whumpee, no!" Caretaker 2 yelled.

Whumpee charged his spell for a few more agonizing seconds, then cast it. There was something metallic dribbling down his nose, but he didn't care. All that mattered was getting the monster away from his friends. The banishing magic exploded from Whumpee's wand and flew straight for the giant spider. The spider rose into the air... and vanished back to the dark forest it resided in.

Whumpee swayed on the spot, his wand falling from his hand.

"Whumpee!"

Whumpee's knees buckled. He braced for the impact of the ground, but it never came. Instead, his friends were on either side of him, holding him up by his arms.

"That was the most reckless thing you could've done!" Caretaker 1 scolded, "and also- Whumpee? Hey! Wake up!"

Whumpee's eyes had fluttered shut. The last thing he heard was frantic voices over him before slipping into darkness.

...

Whumpee's brow furrowed as he stirred on something soft. A groan escaped his lips while his head pounded.

"Hey, he's waking up."

"Whumpee?"

Whumpee opened his eyes to see Caretaker 1 and Caretaker 2 towering over him.

"Wha' happened?" Whumpee asked, holding a hand to his head.

"You blacked out," Caretaker 2 explained, "you used way too much magic back there."

"What the heck were you thinking?" Caretaker 1 asked, "you could've died back there!"

"I'm sorry, I just-" Whumpee started.

"Don't yell at them, Caretaker 1, Whumpee saved our lives," Caretaker 2 said, "he only did what he thought he had to do."

Whumpee tried to sit up, but that caused pain to sear across his head. He laid back down and felt something cold get draped across his forehead.

"Wet compress," Caretaker 1 explained, "you've got a fever."

"A fever?" Whumpee asked dazedly.

"And a nose bleed," Caretaker 2 said, "hold still."

Caretaker 2 grabbed a cloth and dabbed under Whumpee's nose. Whumpee got a look at his surroundings as Caretaker 2 wiped up the blood leaking from his nose. He was in his bed back inside the cottage. His wand lay on the bedside table, along with a bottle filled with purple liquid.

Oh joy, Whumpee thought bitterly, a medicinal potion.

Caretaker 1 grabbed the potion bottle and poured a generous amount onto a wooden spoon. Caretaker 1 helped Whumpee sit up, despite the pain that flared up in his head, and held the spoon to his lips.

"Come on, open up," Caretaker 1 said.

Whumpee grimaced but opened his mouth anyway. The potion tasted like carbonated bitter herbs, and it bubbled as it went down his throat.

"There," Caretaker 1 said, "that should help you get your strength back, and deal with the pain."

Caretaker 1 laid Whumpee back down in the bed while Caretaker 2 adjusted the blankets.

"Try to get some rest," Caretaker 1 said, "we'll be right here."

Whumpee nodded and closed his eyes. He drifted off, surrounded by his friends. Everyone was safe, and that was all that mattered.

#whump #magic whump #hurt/comfort #writeblr #writing #creative writing #snippet #as requested #overexertion #fever whump #nosebleed

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whump-or-whatever · 1 year

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For Whumptober 2022 I posted some snippets from a Sanctuary (2008) AU fic with an OC. Well, I’ve now posted the entirety of the story. For anyone who is interested.

WC ~18k

Summary: AU in which there was a sixth member back in Oxford that injected the source blood. This explores their first visit to the Sanctuary in over 20 years.

A break-in at the Sanctuary and subsequent visit from Tesla leads to a man-hunt for Druitt. Will they be able to rid him of the bloodthirsty abnormal he carries once and for all?

#whump #whump writing #oc whump #sanctuary #helen magnus #will zimmerman #Nikola Tesla #john druitt #telepathic whumpee #overexertion #exhaustion whump #non binary oc #beaten whump

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frombehindthepen · 6 months

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Ok, Time Out! Step Back Before You Fall Out

Ok, Time Out! Step Back Before You Fall Out #MentalExhaustion #Tiredness #Burnout

Image Credit: Ryan Snaadt C’mon, let’s face it. We put far too much pressure on ourselves to accomplish something quickly, and far too often we get burned out faster than a match in a forest fire. Many of us are reevaluating how much time we spend writing and posting on this forum. I truly understand. Oftentimes, life calls us to reprioritize our priorities. While we love our new subscribers,…

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#Burnout #Discouragement #Exhaustion #Focus #Health #Mental Exhaustion #Overexertion #Tiredness

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unkstaarwysbr · 9 months

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Embracing Resilience and Self-Preservation: A Journey Forward

In TSDS 277, El Uno and TraB deliver a powerful message encapsulated in the phrase “move forward, preserve your body.” Throughout their dynamic conversation, they emphasize the vital importance of progress and resilience, urging listeners not to be deterred by setbacks or obstacles. Acknowledging that life doesn’t always go according to plan and acknowledging that “some shit happened,” they…

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staydandy · 11 months

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Midnight, Texas (2017) - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : On the run from his past, young psychic Manfred Bernardo is told by the ghost of his grandmother to seek out refuge in Midnight, Texas. There, he will find a community that can help him. Full of diverse characters — including a vampire, a witch, a fallen angel, a half-demon and a werecreature — Midnight faces numerous threats from the outside world as it welcomes the newcomer. (Wiki)

Whumpee : "Manny" Manfred Bernardo played by François Arnaud

Country : 🇺🇸 America Genres : Drama, Fantasy, Mystery, Supernatural

Notes : This is a Partial List - I didn't list every bit of whump, just what caught my attention the most • Based on the book series of the same name by Charlaine Harris, who also wrote "The Southern Vampire Mysteries", the novels which were adapted into the True Blood television series. • The episode list is formatted season-episode : 00-00

Episodes on List : 4 Total Episodes : 19 Total Seasons : 2

*Spoilers below*

01-02 : Manfred has a rough psychic reading of a drowned women, passes out ... scratched by a were-tiger

01-08 : Stuck in the middle of nowhere when his RV breaks down

01-09 : (at end) Dies during a black magic ritual

01-10 : Gathers several evil spirits into himself to power up for a fight

#whump #whump list #American whump #America #Midnight Texas #Manfred Bernardo #Francois Arnaud #passes out #faints #collapses #dies #overexertion

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rotyolk · 8 months

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MIKUVERSARY WORLDWIDE HOLIDAY LETS GOOOO

#hatsune miku #id in alt text #初音ミク #miku16th #初音ミク生誕祭2023 #vocaloid #digital art #clip studio paint #im so so tired from moving and like in general yeesh this week was hectic!!!!!!! but it's ok.#didnt put in nearly as much effort as last yr but tbf last yr's drawing was unnecessarily complicated imo #like for the amt of overexertion i put on myself then? not good.#anywya miku is her canon age now!!!!! aint that sweet

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fletcherwilbury · 2 years

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@themerrywhumpofmay Day 4: Alt Prompt 8: Self-Sacrifice

Warning for overexertion and disobedience

#the merry whump of may #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 leo #tmnt 2012 donnie #tmnt 2012 splinter #tmnt 2012 casey jones #self sacrifice #overexertion #disobedience

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chococoveredsmores · 11 months

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soup, sickness, and kisses - miles morales

( a/n : i'm actually sick rn so this is very good timing yup! also first fic can we celebrate guys)

You sigh as you knock on the door of your boyfriend's room, groceries in hand and phone in the other.

"Miles? It's me, I got your text, groceries and all."

From the other side of the wooden door, you hear a muffled "come in". You can't help but smile a little at his voice, albeit rather weak, before you gently open the door.

"So.. how are you feeling?"

"'M feeling okay, kinda..."

You set your grocery bag on the floor and squat near his bed, taking in his features. Miles looks like he's barely even awake, not to mention his raspy voice and his eyes peeking out from his sheets. What did he do this time for him to get this sick..?

You place a hand on his forehead in concern, a little stunned at how warm it felt. Miles' eyes twitch a little at the sudden touch, his eyes fluttering at your sight. Your eyebrows then furrow in concern.

"I'll make you some soup, okay? I have the groceries bought already. It won't take long."

Standing back up and picking up your grocery bags, you're about to turn and leave when you feel a (rather cold) hand grab onto your arm.

"Wait. You haven't given me a kiss yet."

"What?" You say with a chuckle— the normally lively, yet kinda awkward boy you fell in love with was much more comfortable, to say the least, when cursed with a flu.

After you leaned in and pressed his lips on his forehead, Miles' expression eased. What a boy he was.

"You need some chapstick."

...Yeah. What a boy he truly was.

( a/n 2.0: i think miles is a little more ballsy here because i like to imagine he has less shame when hes sick yaknow. thoughts too scattered to gaf abt embarrassing himself. also you would Not believe how long it took me to write this short ass fic )

#this is what happens when you overexert yourself trying to save the multiverse #marsh writes #miles morales x reader #miles x reader #miles x you #miles morales x you #atsv x reader #atsv #spiderman: across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #spiderman #miles morales fluff

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creekfiend · 1 month

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I wanted to build more shelves today but my Illness Tracker told me I was in my overexertion range when I was making breakfast soooooo

I can already tell this is going to be useful for pacing myself but I AM developing a resentful relationship with the imp who lives inside the HR monitor already. tell me what I should and should not do, will you??? the purpose for which I purchased you???? how extremely dare

#sick #i caved and got the MakeVisible tracking app thingy #its very cool and very useful and also if you want to overexert yourswlf and it doesnt want you to #you will be engaged in a battle of wills with a little tiny computer on your arm. for much of the day

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notedgyanymore · 1 year

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DpxDc

An entire city has appeared out of nowhere, The Justice league goes to the location to investigate, there they notice that the whole area seems to be stuck in the year of 2007 and upon further inspection another strange phenomenon is uncovered.

Some residents of Amity Park appear to be replicas of people who already existed before the city materialized out of thin air, these citizens of Amity Park have the same DNA and look exactly alike to the individuals they seem to be a replica of, especially when compared to the pictures of these people in the year of 2007.

One of the few witnesses to what happened to the city Daniel James Fenton is in a deep coma without any apparent cause, his family, however, is awake, and they are now the biggest clue to the mysteries of Amity Park.

#danny phantom #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp crossover #dc x dp #What happened here? Well that's for to you figure out!#Buuuut if I was the one writing this story it would go something like this:#Danny found out that his universe was dying #he knew that he couldn't save the entire world #But he could try to at least save his city #So he used his ghost king powers to move Amity Park to a more stable universe #The cause of his coma is a crack in his core created out of overexertion.

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