Monday: Whump
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cornerofmadness and for the next two weeks it’s all about the tropes. I plucked some pretty well used ones and mixed them up with some that maybe aren’t used quite as much. I hope you enjoy. Today's theme is Whump. Fanlore defines it as The term whump (or whumping) generally refers to a form of Hurt/Comfort that is heavy on the hurt and often focuses on gen stories. Whumping should not be confused with character bashing. Prompts can be any of your faves getting hurt, which let’s be honest a lot of them are really good at this.
Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright + team, Malcolm finds yet another creative way to get hurt on the job
+ Angel the series, Connor + any, the demon hit a lot harder than Connor expected
+ Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright + Gil Arroyo (and/or his mother and sister), his first bout of self harm
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2020 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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cornerofmadness and for the next two weeks it’s all about the tropes. I plucked some pretty well used ones and mixed them up with some that maybe aren’t used quite as much. I hope you enjoy. Today's theme is Whump. Fanlore defines it as The term whump (or whumping) generally refers to a form of Hurt/Comfort that is heavy on the hurt and often focuses on gen stories. Whumping should not be confused with character bashing. Prompts can be any of your faves getting hurt, which let’s be honest a lot of them are really good at this.Just a few rules:
No more than five prompts in a row.
No more than three prompts in the same fandom.
Use the character's full names and fandom's full name for ease adding to the Lonely Prompts spreadsheet.
No spoilers in prompts for a month after airing, or use the spoiler cut option found here.
If your fill contains spoilers, warn and leave plenty of space, or use the spoiler cut.
If there are possible triggers in your story, please warn for them in the subject line!
Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt
Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright + team, Malcolm finds yet another creative way to get hurt on the job
+ Angel the series, Connor + any, the demon hit a lot harder than Connor expected
+ Prodigal Son, Malcolm Bright + Gil Arroyo (and/or his mother and sister), his first bout of self harm
We use AO3 to bookmark filled prompts. If you fill a prompt and post it to AO3 please add it to the Bite Sized Bits of Fic from 2020 collection. See further notes on this new option here.
Not feeling any of today’s prompts? Check out the just created Lonely Prompts Spreadsheet. For more recent prompts to write, you can also use LJ’s advanced search options to limit keyword results to only comments in this community.
While the Lonely Prompts Spreadsheets and LJ's advanced search options are available, bookmarking the links of prompts you like might work better for searching for in the future.
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Date: 2020-06-08 01:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-06-08 01:10 pm (UTC)Pre-Serum Steve
Date: 2020-06-22 01:35 am (UTC)Steve’s head popped up from where he was laying on the couch. “Do you need something?” he asked. “Can I get you anything?”
“No.” Bucky groaned again as he pulled himself into a sitting position. “How many times is that?”
Steve tipped his head. “I’m not sure?” He got up, moving over to the bed to help Bucky to his feet. “Breakfast?”
Bucky consulted his stomach and shook his head. “No.” Standing up, he asked, “What time is it?”
“Not quite seven,” Steve answered.
Glad he hadn’t slept in and missed his shift, Bucky looked his friend over. Steve didn’t seem much the worse for yesterday’s fight. Bucky was pleased with that, even though he would be feeling it for days. “Think you can manage to stay out of fights for a few days, a week would be great.”
“I can’t promise anything.”
Bucky rolled his eyes and clapped Steve on the shoulder. “I’m gonna go wash up, I changed my mind about breakfast.”
“I’ll see what I can make,” Steve said.
When Bucky came back from his cold wash up, Steve was plating the last of their eggs and a piece of bread. “Did you eat?” Bucky asked as he sat at their rickety table.
Steve shrugged. “I had a piece of bread.”
“Get a plate,” Bucky told him. When Steve brought it over, Bucky dumped half the eggs onto the other plate. “Don’t starve yourself to feed me,” he ordered.
Steve grumbled, but dug into the food which is what told Bucky the truth. “You wanna meet me at O’Malley’s this afternoon?” Bucky asked as they polished off the food. “I’ll play some pool and get us enough money for dinner.”
“Okay. I have a couple of commissions to finish, but I should be done by then.”
Bucky pressed a kiss to the top of Steve’s head before putting the plates in their wash bin. “Try not to start any fights while I’m at work.”
“No promises,” Steve told him.
Bucky grabbed his coat, heading out the door. He might not remember how many times he’d been bleeding and black and blue because of Steve, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
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Date: 2020-06-22 11:39 am (UTC)Re: Pre-Serum Steve
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Date: 2020-06-22 12:05 pm (UTC)Re: Pre-Serum Steve
Date: 2020-06-22 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-06-08 01:13 pm (UTC)It got a little long... and this is the first time I've written them so hopefully it's in character
Date: 2020-06-16 01:47 am (UTC)RE: It got a little long... and this is the first time I've written them so hopefully it's in charac
Date: 2020-08-28 05:08 pm (UTC)Re: It got a little long... and this is the first time I've written them so hopefully it's in charac
Date: 2020-11-13 02:52 am (UTC)Re: It got a little long... and this is the first time I've written them so hopefully it's in charac
Date: 2020-11-13 04:24 am (UTC)Re: It got a little long... and this is the first time I've written them so hopefully it's in charac
Date: 2021-01-26 01:24 am (UTC)Re: It got a little long... and this is the first time I've written them so hopefully it's in charac
Date: 2021-01-26 03:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-06-08 01:38 pm (UTC)Anders als die Andern (Else & Kurt, mentions Kurt/Paul) - past major character death
Date: 2024-07-08 08:23 pm (UTC)Time heals all wounds, an acquaintance of Kurt’s parents said, back when his grandmother passed away. He didn’t understand what was happening, too young and carefree then. Oma would come back any time soon, he foolishly thought.
Since Paul’s funeral, Kurt set out to do what the doctor told him — to keep on living, to fight society’s prejudices, to spread justice and love among people.
To honour Paul’s memory.
Time heals all wounds, but scars remain. And sometimes, they sting.
They sting so much.
A chill winter breeze found its way into his coat — he swore he had buttoned it up. Kurt shivered, pulled his coat closer to his body and continued his stroll, his shoes crunching some fallen leaves.
Kurt often attended the doctor’s lectures, occasionally with Else, and found himself listening to the grievances of some attendees, their everyday struggles. He became a pillar, a shoulder to cry on. The man who lost his beloved. The man who wanted to keep the memory of his beloved alive.
Very rarely, there was joy to be shared between himself and the other participants. Blackmail cases against homosexuals kept piling up. Almost all of these cases ended with the blackmailer behind bars, but the plaintiff's life was left in shambles.
Two or three regulars stopped attending. Their names appeared on the paper. The cause of death was always the same.
The air froze solid. Bollek passed not that far from him, whistling a cheerful tune. It was like a punch to the stomach. He took a turn on the path, and disappeared behind the bushes.
Bollek didn’t see him.
Thank God.
That good-for-nothing, he was out.
A repeat offender, Else told him.
Kurt reached for his face, fingertips barely brushing his soft cheek, his misty breath frantic.
What if the bloke wanted revenge?
In the heavy, unfamiliar stillness of Paul’s bedroom, atop the chest of drawers, the butler found two letters.
Trembling with every gust of wind that struck his face and with every sudden memory of Bollek’s sinister grin, Kurt plodded to his and his sister's home.
One of the letters expressed two wishes — Paul’s house was to be sold, and a few important items were to be inherited by Kurt, like Paul’s violin.
In the other letter, addressed solely to Kurt, Paul apologised that he didn't tell him sooner, that he could give him everything.
Everything...
“I mean, his sentence was three years. And he has served it...” Else sighed, studying her glass of water on the table, the frown etched in her face matching Kurt’s. "Only three years."
He contemplated the empty street outside. The wind ruffled the leaves on the trees — the view he had grown familiar with for the past few years.
Ach, Paul, I miss you...
So, so much...
He didn't have to apologise for anything.
"Kurt?"
He was brought back to the present, but it wouldn't be for long. His heart was forever stuck in 1919, standing with his violin next to Paul at the piano.
"I'm- I'm worried," his voice trembled. "It isn't difficult to know that I live with you."
"Bollek won't do anything. He knows that he would go back to prison immediately if he messed with you or anyone else."
Kurt sank further into the armchair, "Still... He ruined Paul." He was fighting back tears.
Else's expression mellowed. "Seeing the rat really got to you, didn't it?"
Kurt nodded, even though his muscles were so contracted.
I won't cry.
The last confrontation between Paul and Bollek played in his mind. The fighting, the accusations.
Kurt and Else were startled by a knock on their door.
[Kinda vague and light, but oh well lol]
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Date: 2020-06-08 04:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2020-06-08 05:41 pm (UTC)Fill Prodigal Son Malcolm Bright/JT Tarmel
Date: 2020-06-27 02:49 am (UTC)Summary: Malcolm has no intentions of letting this suspect escape.
Find the story here here. (https://archiveofourown.org/works/24937624)
RE: Fill Prodigal Son Malcolm Bright/JT Tarmel
Date: 2020-06-27 01:41 pm (UTC)Re: Fill Prodigal Son Malcolm Bright/JT Tarmel
Date: 2020-06-27 03:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-06-08 07:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-06-09 12:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-06-22 02:28 am (UTC)Daniel looked up from the paperwork he had been reviewing. “Darling, he probably thought he was being subtle. Not everyone is as paranoid as you are.”
Peggy huffed. “I’m not being paranoid, darling.” She indicated the body on the floor. “He tried to kill me. That’s not paranoid, that’s logically concerned.”
Daniel snorted in response. “Why didn’t you call someone to take care of that for you. You are the director now.”
“But it's so much more satisfactory to dump him in here.”
Daniel shook his head, even as he reached for his phone. “Did you kill him?” he asked, pressing the button that would reach the receptionist. “Blanche, could you send a clean-up crew to my office? Director Carter brought me a… present.”
“Yes, sir,” the woman chirruped.
“That woman is entirely too cheerful. And no, I didn’t kill him,” Peggy commented when he’d hung up. “Since I’m here shall we discuss the operations we’re sending out this week.”
“I can fit that into my schedule,” Daniel replied as a knock sounded perfectionally on the door. That was followed by the door opening to admit three security guards. They worked with brisk efficiency and soon had the body out of the office.
“Would you like a seat, Director?” Daniel asked, shifting gears to the professional. “I think we should begin with Operation Blue Dot.”
Peggy took the seat offered and said, “I’ll need to see the file.”
Daniel handed it over, the man Peggy had taken out forgotten as they began to discuss the operation.
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Date: 2020-06-22 05:37 pm (UTC)"The woman is entirely too cheerful" is actually a line I can hear her saying in my head?
This was great! Thanks for picking and filling my prompt! :D
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Date: 2020-06-22 06:45 pm (UTC)LOL I could hear her too...
Glad you enjoyed it! You're welcome. Thanks for the fun prompt.
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