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whump_communityWelcome to the first annual Whump Community Comment Fic Meme!
How it works:
Leave a comment below with a fandom, character, and a prompt of your choosing. Please be sure to familiarize yourself with the community guidelines before posting as this is a non-kink space. Here are some examples of prompts:
A: “SGA: John Sheppard - trapped in a collapsed building.” -or-
B: “SPN: Dean Winchester - sickfic Dean gets a fever. Cas takes care of him.”
You can leave as many prompts as you like, but one prompt per comment, please. If you've got a few, comment with each separately. You can make these prompts as short or as detailed as you’d like.
Writers: Take a look at the comments and when/if you find a prompt you like, write a fic in reply to the comment. More than one response to a prompt is fine. In fact, we encourage it! Just remember to put 'FILLED' in the subject line as well as any warnings for triggering content (non-con, self-harm, etc.) along with your title, if you have one. Anonymous posting is allowed and encouraged. You can also post a link to fic you have posted elsewhere, like AO3 or Tumblr.
I think it goes without saying, but maybe just once more for the people in the back: please no character bashing, or rudeness in general. Be respectful – of the characters, and of each other. The mods reserve the right to delete inappropriate comments.
Make sure to leave feedback if you enjoyed a fill and have fun!
Happy Whumping!
How it works:
Leave a comment below with a fandom, character, and a prompt of your choosing. Please be sure to familiarize yourself with the community guidelines before posting as this is a non-kink space. Here are some examples of prompts:
A: “SGA: John Sheppard - trapped in a collapsed building.” -or-
B: “SPN: Dean Winchester - sickfic Dean gets a fever. Cas takes care of him.”
You can leave as many prompts as you like, but one prompt per comment, please. If you've got a few, comment with each separately. You can make these prompts as short or as detailed as you’d like.
Writers: Take a look at the comments and when/if you find a prompt you like, write a fic in reply to the comment. More than one response to a prompt is fine. In fact, we encourage it! Just remember to put 'FILLED' in the subject line as well as any warnings for triggering content (non-con, self-harm, etc.) along with your title, if you have one. Anonymous posting is allowed and encouraged. You can also post a link to fic you have posted elsewhere, like AO3 or Tumblr.
I think it goes without saying, but maybe just once more for the people in the back: please no character bashing, or rudeness in general. Be respectful – of the characters, and of each other. The mods reserve the right to delete inappropriate comments.
Make sure to leave feedback if you enjoyed a fill and have fun!
Happy Whumping!
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Date: 2018-12-13 12:44 pm (UTC)I will see what I can do but no guarantees 😬
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Date: 2018-12-10 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-10 08:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-10 08:23 pm (UTC)FILLED (I hope cliffhangers are okay) (Also sorry idk how to do italics)
Date: 2018-12-13 11:08 pm (UTC)He must’ve put up a hell of a fight.
He knows he should probably get a look at his surroundings, get a look at the room and search for a possible way out, but he doesn’t relish the idea of the dizziness that will most likely accompany the action. He gives himself until the count of ten before prying apart his eyelids. The room is dark, the only light coming from a sliver of moonlight streaming through a crack of a window that does little to illuminate the near-blackness. He gives his eyes a minute to adjust, and even then he can barely see his hand in front of his face.
As he becomes oriented to the space--the lack of light, the cold, the way the sounds of his breathing and the occasional groan as his body protests every little movement seem to get swallowed up--a thought starts to form in the back of his mind, and thought he’s not sure what that thought is, he knows enough to fear it.
He sits up, slowly, and then takes a minute (an attempt to stop the world’s tilting and calm his pounding head and roiling stomach) before making his way to his feet. He sways for a moment, and he thinks he’s going to pass out. But the moment passes, and he finds that he’s surprisingly steady. He stands still a minute longer to make sure he’s not going to collapse, then steps cautiously forward, hand outstretched, until his hand finds a wall. His heart pounds as he walks along it until he finds a corner. Then, keeping his palm against the wall, he takes large steps until gets to the next corner, counting under his breath.
“One, two , three--”
That’s all it takes for him to walk the length of the wall.
His chest tightens.
“No,” he says as he turns and repeats the action. “No, no, nonono.”
The second wall is three paces, too. He does it again.
“No, no shit no--”
The third wall is the same.
He walks along the last wall. He takes three steps.
“Fuck!” He hurls a fist at the wall and feels his already damaged knuckles split and bone break. “Fuck!” he repeats, his voice cracking as he falls to his knees.
The claustrophobia is setting in, his already aching chest tightening with every breath he takes.
Not now he thinks. For fuck’s sake not now. He tries to calm down, tries to force himself to take deep breaths and think pleasant thoughts but it doesn’t do shit because he’s in a cardboard box of a room and his whole body hurts and there’s probably still drugs in his system and he has no idea where he is or how he got here or why he’s here and he can’t catch his breath.
The harder he tries, the faster and harder he gasps. The tremors start soon after, hard shivers running through his arms and torso. The tears and the snot come next, and he might be embarrassed if he weren’t in the midst of a full-blown panic attack, his entire mind engulfed in it. His chest hurts so bad and he’s having such difficulty breathing that it occurs to him that he’s probably punctured a lung.
I’m gonna die here, he thinks. And then he says it aloud to the darkness, his voice thick and tight. “I’m gonna die here.” His spiraling mind latches onto the idea and he finds himself repeating the words, quietly, over and over. He barely feels the vibration of his throat, barely feels his mouth moving. It’s as if he’s not even the one saying it.
“I’m gonna die here.”
“I’m gonna die here.”
“I’m gonna die here.”
The tears subside eventually, and the shakes. He even starts breathing almost normally. But the mantra continues, his lips mouthing the words even though his voice has stopped.
He’s going to die here.
Re: FILLED (I hope cliffhangers are okay) (Also sorry idk how to do italics)
Date: 2018-12-14 10:52 am (UTC)Thank you for the fill!
Re: FILLED (I hope cliffhangers are okay) (Also sorry idk how to do italics)
Date: 2018-12-16 01:06 pm (UTC)Thank you for participating! =)
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