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Live whump performances for an audience. Whumpee is the star and Whumper is the co-star. There are two assistants: one to hand Whumper the tools and weapons, the other to take them away. An MC serves as the announcer/host, introduces Whumpee and Whumper, and provides commentary. The audience can make bids and vote for what happens to Whumpee. The audience can also vote on whether or not Whumpee lives. If it’s a tie, the highest bidder decides Whumpee’s fate.
When King Anthony died in battle defending the kingdom it broke something in his consort. Without his sovereign and husband by his side the world seemed dull and empty to the young widower. That was until less than a week since his loves death he found a book forgotten within the castle library that gave him hope to be reunited with his king.
And so the widowed consort of the king soon found himself breaking in to his husband’s crypt to steal away his body to their chambers before delving into dark and forbidden magics to try and return his love to life.
Although the young man knew that should the spell fail or succeed he would be with his husband regardless. Either through bringing him back to life or by admitting to the guards his crime of practicing, although unsuccessfully, necromancy. And thus reunite with Anthony once the sentence for such an act had been carried out
WARNING: The following post contains major character death
If you don’t like this please do not proceed further with this comic
Your mental health is more important than my drawings
Sweet dreams are made of this
This will be the first and last time I make something about this, especially after the author completed his series, but this is heavily inspired by @stephreynaart sad!Ford Au
I think I never had this emotional of a journey in a very long time, it was an amazing comic that felt just great to read in a whole shot
It was such an amazing comic, and I cannot express how much I love it
No bc if dana actually kills lilith pls check up on me because I will not be okay. Like this woman is pretty much all I have pls don’t take her away from me. I need her more than I need air to breathe. Like just thinking of the possibility of her dying is enough to make me wanna cry. Please, please let her be okay. Please.
not to have a super dark theory but do we really think season 3 Reginald Hargreeves just… left the alternate umbrella kids alone?
like, in 1989 he knows that 7 of the 43 kids came back from the future and were overall pretty disappointing and also kinda want to kill him. So the answer? don’t adopt them.
but then they are just out in the world with unchecked powers, somewhere he can’t keep track of them. plus, Reginald is defo some kind of pathological narcissist that would have bought as many of those god damn babies he could get his hands on. any means to his ends, right?
so there are too many variables by just letting the umbrella kids grow up independently. why would he let these 7 human disasters even maybe ruin his perfect super hero team?
So in season three, i don’t think the umbrella kids are going to be able to find their alternate reality selves. i think 7 of the 43 kids went missing shortly after birth. and Reginald knows where they are, one way or another.
Pairing: Leo x ? (It’s pretty obvious, because hi.)
A/N: This is my submission for @moodmusicmonday Luck of the Draw. I want to thank whoever chose this song, because my head almost exploded from all the angsty possibilities when I listened to it for the first time.
Thank you a million @alyssalauren for moral support and pre-reading and being the very best.
TW: Little squeeze of , sensuality, language, character death, violence. Angsty AF.
Song: Alone by I Prevail
Word count: 3952
Thank you to everyone who likes, comments, and/or reblogs this. I appreciate it so much. ❤️
Ooooooo! I love waking up to another submission to LOTR, and the punches of angst in this one are legit! @queenrileyrose thank you so much for sharing your talent with us!
He couldn’t remember what his brothers had been like when they had lost Mom. Only two at the time, all Alan could really recall was a period of uncertainty and quiet sadness.
He did remember what everyone was like when their Dad died. Frenetic activity, lots of hugs and tears.
Gordon slipping into his military persona and struggling to drop that when he was home.
Virgil alternating between crushing bear hugs and bouts of Medic-ness.
John, never home but always calling to check he was alright.
And Scott.
His eldest brother had kept them all together. Organising search grids, making sure they all ate and rested. Just being there.
Scott was the one who dried his tears and hugged him until he slept. And not just Alan, either. He’d found Gordon and Virgil ensconced in the eldest’s arms more than once, found Scott’s arms wrapped around Kayo as she cried.
It had been Scott who went up to Five and brought John home.
It was Scott who pulled Alan out of boarding school and kept him home.
It was Scott who decided to stop concentrating on searching, leaving Five to run algorithms to find clues to their father’s whereabouts.
It was Scott who decided to restart International Rescue.
Alan looked up to Scott in a way he had never looked at his father, and he’d noticed his brothers all did the same.
— featuring: Rindou, Mikey, and everyone else in Bonten
➥ disclaimers/warnings: f!reader, assassin!reader, character death, angst, hurt no comfort, mentions of blood, slight gore(?) at the end (please dm if i missed any major tags; didn’t want to much without spoiling anything, but i tried putting what could be more triggering)
➥ word count: 3.4k
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➥ author’s note: This one-shot is actually based on a series I have for future works. I just had a n e e d to write angst and decided to write this out. as always, feel free to tell me what you think in the comments or in my ask box ♡
CW: Child whumpee, fever, character death, dehumanization
Shea and Aubrey didn’t get a chance to escape before their captors stopped the car and hauled them out of the cage. Aubrey couldn’t stand, but the people knew she was conscious now. They carried her, grumbling the whole time. Shea walked with Jade, who held his hand as they walked up to a huge house with an oak door.
Thorne knocked on the door.
After a long moment, the door opened to reveal a tall man who looked about the same age as Shea’s mom. Maybe in his early thirties?
“Back so soon? And with two, nonetheless. But what’s wrong with this one?” The man approached Aubrey and Shea shrunk away when he got close.
Thorne shrugged. “Dunno. Maybe she tried to fly away and fell. Figured you might want her anyway. If not, we can deal with her.”
The man was quiet for a moment. “No. I’ll take her. Both of them have full sets of wings?”
“Yep.”
“Bring them in and I’ll get you your money.” The man led the way back into the house. “You can put the girl in there. Bring the boy.”
Jade and Shea followed the man into a sitting room. It was bigger than any sitting room in the community had been. He looked around with wide eyes.
“I trust that you were able to keep Thorne in check?” The man asked Jade.
“For the most part.” They shrugged. “The kid had a bit of… an experience. But he’s not hurt, as you can see.”
“Good. Come here, boy.” The man sat in a large chair and motioned for Shea to come over.
Jade gave Shea a small push forward and Shea reluctantly went over to the man.
“Do you have a name?”
Shea nodded and tried to say his name, but it came out as a squeak.
The man laughed. “It’s okay. You don’t need to be scared of me as long as you know how to be respectful. What’s your name?”
“Sh-Shea…”
“Shea.” The man repeated. “Nice to meet you. And what’s that girl’s name. Do you know?”
Shea nodded again. “H-her name’s Aubrey. She’s my cousin.”
“How old are you and your cousin?”
Shea looked back at Jade, nervous.
“They’re six and twenty.” Jade said. “Shea was separated from his mother. Her wings were burned.”
The man nodded. “Thank you, Jade. You can rejoin your group. I’ll be outside in a moment.”
Jade left the room and, for a moment, Shea thought about following them.
“Shea,” The man said, calling the boy’s attention back. “You can call me Master Wilson. I have a son who you’ll meet shortly, but it’ll have to wait until I can settle things with Jade and their friends, alright? For now, why don’t you join your cousin and keep her company, okay?” Master Wilson led Shea to the room where Aubrey was and let him in.
“Shea?” Aubrey sat up a little from where she lay on a bed when the door closed. “Did they hurt you? Are you okay?”
“I’m okay. Master Wilson is really nice.”
“Who?”
“The man who answered the door.”
Aubrey looked angry suddenly.
“A-Aubrey..? What’s wrong?”
Aubrey looked conflicted for a moment, then her expression relaxed. “It’s nothing, Shea… Don’t worry about it. I… I’m sorry I couldn’t help you escape… Do you think you’ll be okay here..? At least for a little while until I… Until I can figure out a way to get us both out?”
Shea nodded.
The door to the little room opened once again as Master Wilson entered. “Hello, Aubrey.”
Aubrey glared at Shea, making him flinch. “You told him my name?”
“He asked!” Shea said, getting defensive.
Aubrey closed her eyes. “S-sorry. I’m not mad at you, Shea.”
“Well aren’t you motherly? It’s nice to meet you, Aubrey. You may call me Master Wilson.”
Aubrey glared past Shea. “If you want me to call you ‘Master Wilson’, you can call me Queen Anwyn.” She threw the blankets off. “You’re not my master and I’m not some pet for you to own.”
“I’m afraid that’s where you’re wrong. That savage behavior is a perfect indicator of exactly what your kind is like. You’re nothing more than an overly intelligent parrot.”
“And you’re just an overly fat snake.” Aubrey spat, standing up. As Aubrey stood, her face paled.
“Aubrey? Are you okay?”
“I-I’m cold…” Was all Aubrey said before she collapsed.
Master Wilson managed to catch her before she hit the floor. “She’s burning up.” He set her back in bed.
Aubrey’s eyes fluttered open and she tried to push him away. “D-don’t touch me…” She slurred.
“You have a high fever. Now is not the time for arrogant pride. I’ll fetch a doctor. Shea, stay with her and don’t let her get up.” Master Wilson left the room and there was a soft click as he locked Shea and Aubrey into the room.
“He’s getting a doctor? Are you sick?” Shea jumped up and sat on the edge of the bed.
Aubrey closed her eyes. “I-I’m fine… I’ll be fine…”
“You don’t soundfine.”
Aubrey didn’t answer.
“Aubrey..?”
No answer.
“Aubrey..?”
Again, no answer. She was asleep.
A long time passed as they sat in that room, waiting. Aubrey only woke up a couple of times. Every time, she seemed less and less awake. Finally, she fell asleep and wouldn’t wake up again, no matter how many times Shea called her name. No matter how much he cried or shook her. He was scared. She looked pale. Even more pale than she had before.
Eventually, the door opened again and Master Wilson came in with another person.
The examination didn’t take long. Aubrey was dead. No one cared to explain what happened to Shea. All he was told was that she wasn’t coming back.
nothing kicked his ass into keeping with the times. he’s been allowed to coast along on milquetoast 90s feminism for two decades now, and yes he wasprogressiveback then. but you could see him getting behind the times as soon as the firefly era. or rather, the times getting ahead of him.
it’s not just that he’s been so busy patting himself on the back on the platform that the train left him behind, there’s not even a station where he’s standing anymore. yet he’s still jerking himself off with how much of a progressive feminist he is.
he was always like this, it’s just when he started, “this” was considered progressive, and now it’s ass-backwards.
joss whedon was never progressive. he’s always been a misogynist confusing his fetish for waifish white women beating things up with feminism, and everyone let him get away with it because he was a white man who claimed the term feminism. white feminists ate his shit up, just like they do with every other mediocre white man who claims feminism and blows smoke up their ass.
he has always been sexist, racist, intensely biphobic, lesbophobic (I assume none of you are old enough to remember the shitshow that happened when he killed off tara and this allegedly hip and smart writer feigned ignorance about the killing off lesbians trope). poc have been onto his shit ever since he killed kendra and damn near every other token woc that ever turned up on buffy.
So I don’t appreciate this revisionist history about Joss. Many people even then were there, in fandom, calling out his shit myself included. And we were being reviled and run off message boards and fora and email lists for daring to question Saint Joss, Champion of Feminism. I know because I was there in Buffy fandom. I hung out on TWoP’s Buffy and Angel boards among other places. People wrote meta then on it. It’s not like the 90s and early aughts were the damn dark ages. *Fandom* wasn’t nearly as receptive to criticism of faves though. Even less of white man faves than now.
I wonder if the people complaining about his Wonder Woman script also know about his plans for Firefly’s second season that never was (which involved Inara being brutally assaulted by Reavers and making it all about Mal’s manpain). This is not anything unusual for him it’s literally par for the course
Like the only thing that changed here is that y'all finally figured out how shitty he is. many of us have known this for damn near 20 years and have been yelling about it the whole time. nobody wanted to listen because most of us were qwoc lmao
the emperor never had any clothes folks. the only thing that stagnated in him was his latent bigotry. white feminism as usual is a day late and a dollar short.
I remember (oh Gog I am old, but whatever) I remember going off about his racism & misogyny on Livejournal so you know…at least 10 or 12 years ago. Maybe longer. And getting so much blowback from white feminists about not recognizing his value. And then again in 2009 bringing it up on a panel at WisCon & someone stopping me in a hallway to lecture me about how much worse things used to be, as though the fact that he kills off or dehumanizes Black characters (especially Black women) in new settings is an improvement. And yes Whedon is better than the absolute worst possible people in Hollywood, but that doesn’t make him good, doesn’t make his work less creepy. Marti Noxon’s work is why so many people liked Buffy, but I guess we’re supposed to ignore her too in favor of pretending Whedon wasn’t always a problem.
god , i remember when he killed off kendra, and how awful i felt, how none of the scooby gang (or ANY gang outside of like…freakyleaks) was a person of color. this was the part of the 90′s where all the things i loved from sci fi to feminism began to make me feel alienated.
i was so glad that Buffy got a “black friend” who also kicked ass and had amazing fashion sense. then she died the dumbest death on the series. and i was hurt,and i didnt know why. i didnt want to continue watching, but i couldnt explain why.
i was ten.
I was a teenager then, actually I was the ages of the characters on the show which is why I related to it so much. and felt extra hurt by the things that happened, on the show and in the fandom
cuz you know all the awful shit every black female character on mostly white shows gets aimed at her by white fandom? “boring” “bitchy” etc. ignored and never shipped w anybody?
Kendra got that too. I had to read so many vile posts on how she was “ghetto” (????), annoying, a fake Slayer, etc. then she got killed by Dru’s fingernails and ppl rejoiced
I think that was my first real experience w misogynoir in fandom as a black fangirl and I didn’t have the vocabulary or understanding then to know why specifically it made me feel so bad. but it fucked me up
Lemme slide in this Whedon drag real quick. Season 2 of Buffy is unarguably my favorite and least favorite season of Buffy. Favorite because it brought in some of my favorite characters, least because the entire plotline was “Let’s torture as many women and girls on the show as possible”.
Drusilla: psychologically and possibly sexually tortured.
Willow: stalked and harassed, is taunted with her dead pet.
Jenny: Is brutally murdered and left for Gilles to find to advance his man pain.
Kendra: Is murdered for no reason other than to add to Buffy’s suffering.
Buffy: Is sexually harassed, stalked, and tormented by the man she lost her virginity to, kicked out of her own home and threatened with murder charges for Kendra’s death and is forced to kill Angel because of Xander’s lie (that he’s never called out for)
I was 7 when this shit aired and even then I knew what I was watching was bullshit. And I’m annoyed it took 17 years between Buffy season 2 and the fiasco that was Age of Ultron for his stans to take their heads out of Joss’ ass crack long enough to actually listen when people tell the truth about him putting out misogynist torture porn for decades under the guise of being an ~ally~.
summary: You claim to barely remember the fatal boating accident from this summer, unaware that deep within your subconscious you know someone in your friend group has blood on their hands. On the night the devil comes to collect for some unimaginable reason you can’t recall, the only thing standing between you and a fiery, one way ticket downstairs is your story telling.
pairing:ex!Jaeminxfem!readerxstranger!Haechan
(featuring: brother Jeno & dreamies briefly)
genre: porn with plot, lots of angst, lil fluff
trope:mystery, whodunit, supernatural, not a love triangle
teaser wc: +700 | est full wc: +9-10k
a/n:for@neo-cult-ure’s sinners collab! my designated sin: lust … but uhhh i got carried away & kinda changed it a lil so now it’s not solely jaemin?? realllyyy sorry about that & for being late!
so i’m +6k into this & i gotta say.. this is my most filthy fic. like just imagine 119 playing in the background
total warnings: rough unprotected sex, oral (fem & male receiving), voyeurism, degradation, manhandling, exhibitionism, lil humiliation, masturbation, restraints, lil choking, spanking, me pushing the Haechan big d!ck agenda, character death, blood, dom!Jaemin, hard dom!Haechan, sub!reader
Jaemin’s undeniably beautiful face was dangerously close to yours. Sirens went off in your head. You envisioned emergency lights strobing inside the cramped cabin. The warning signs rang loud and clear, and you couldn’t locate any glowing, red escape exits.
But who even said you wanted to escape? You didn’tneed, nor did you want, saving. And thatwas the problem.
