It Wasnt Too Bad Once My Fever Broke. I Slept Through Most Of The Illness, I Just Remember That Waterfall

It wasn’t too bad once my fever broke. I slept through most of the illness, I just remember that waterfall even though I was nowhere near one. I’ve turned it into fun bits of whump idea after idea.

I once hallucinated when I had a fever of 104! I was lying in bed, burning up, and knew it was a school day. So I got out of bed and immediately collapsed to the ground. Thankfully my door was open and roommates were able to check on me. They couldn’t lift me into bed, but made sure I wasn’t dead and got me some water. Except- that’s not what I remember. I remember being stuck under a cold waterfall, against a rocky surface. When I woke up a few hours later, I could stand and got back in bed

Ooo, that sounds really scary!

OMgOMGOMGOMGOMG!!! I’m so excited!  Let’s see....

favorite tv show: It changes every year but right now it’s a toss-up between M*A*S*H and The Twilight Zone- I’ve always loved those shows.  The sociopolitical commentary, the intense camerawork, the characters, the scripts, I just can’t get enough of them!

favorite tv show character ever: ............ uhhh that’s difficult.  All the ones I can really think of are technically not TV characters but movie/comic characters portrayed on TV- fuck it, I’m going with Anakin Skywalker because he’s my murder child and I will not hear a word against him.  Especially Clone Wars Anakin- he’s my favorite.  Angel wing hair, clones he loves at his back, Ashoka right next to him, Obi-Wan too... it’s good stuff.

TV show you thought you wouldn’t like but did: Lucifer- I was wayyyyyy wrong about the premise.  Thought it was just another crime drama.  Didn’t realize how funny, how heart-breaking, how fucking good it was.  Such a good show.  Love every minute of it.  Even Season four.  

favorite tv show ship: No favorite but I do have some to list off- ColdFlash, Black Canary and Green Arrow (Justice League Unlimited), KiriBaku, Spirk/McKirk/McSpirk,  Lucifer/happiness

a show you used to like but don’t anymore: Honestly?  There’s more than one.  I think what I’ll say is Flash because even though I still like to write ColdFlash, the show the Flash just doesn’t do it for me anymore.  Some of my favorite heroes and villains are in that show but ever since Flashpoint I just couldn’t do it.  I stopped watching and never got back in.  I still love ColdFlash though.

if you were able to be a character in a tv show which one would you pick?: Okay I’m cheating with this one- Captain Cold (Season 1 of Legends of Tomorrow) I know technically he was a comic book villain first but Wentworth Miller is my boi, and I love him, I’m very weak for a villain who is snarky, cold, and callous but not unnecessarily cruel- a criminal with a code of honor and a tragic past. Besides he’s a Central City Rogue, we all know he loves Flash as much as Flash loves them

a show you want to watch but still haven’t started: Good Omens- I haven’t had the time to just sit and binge watch so I still haven’t seen it.  I know I’ll love it but I gotta pay rent and live life without for now

a tv show you started way after everyone else: Literally everything?  I only watch shows based on friends reveiws, or seeing the gifs on tumblr.  I’m so behind on literally everything, and that’s not counting the retro stuff I like that hasn’t been off the air for years.  For an actual answer, let’s say Gilligan’s Island.  I fucking love that show- it’s hilarious.

last tv show you watched: Last one that wasn’t a rewatch of a show I’ve seen fifty million times? Lucifer.  Like I said, very recent.

Tagging: @fallingstormphoenix @the-wandering-whumper @whatiswhump @winedark-whump @whumpster-dumpster @jo-castle @la-vie-en-whump and @whumpingmydarlings

Have fun!!!!  I can’t wait to hear y’all’s answers, if you want to participate.  Up to you.

TV show tag game

tagged by @myellenficent 💖💖

favorite tv show: twin peaks!!!

favorite tv show character ever: dale cooper ❤️

tv show you thought you wouldn’t like but did: i can’t think of any at the moment. i tend to watch shows i know i’m gonna like 

favorite tv show ship: mulder x scully 

a show you used to like but don’t anymore: girls. it took me so long to answer this question and then i remembered that this show existed lol 

if you were able to be a character in a tv show which one would you pick?: i can’t think of any that i actually want to be, but i can think of 100′s that i want to be friends with 

a show you want to watch but still haven’t started: dark (netflix), the wire, & the west wing

a tv show you started way after everyone else: b99 

last tv show you watched: season 3 of stranger things and b99. almost done re-watching the sopranos

i tag @fovmulder, @bills-skarsgards, @eggogorgon, @cinesolo, @elizascanlens​ if you want to! 

Whumptober Prompt #7 Isolation and #9 Shackled

@winedark-whump So here’s a bit more about a certain Hero who needs some more character development.  I hope you enjoy it.  Dammit all, I hope you see it.  I have no idea how long this unflagged status will last me.

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Fayelin tested out the restraints she was locked in for what must’ve been the millionth time.  She knew she had been strapped down for her own safety, but getting out of these restraints was her top priority these past few days.  At least, she thought so.  The days blurred together without sunlight, she wasn’t sure how long she had left, but it couldn’t be too much longer.  They were already at the torture bit, and the torture bit was always last, according to her friends.

She kept her breathing as controlled as she could.  She could do this.  Killian wouldn’t have recommended her for the higher level courses if she couldn’t handle it.  Sure, minor Heroes-in-training weren’t allowed to take these courses because they were too young, but Killian knew her limits.  He had pulled a few strings to get her into this test.  He believed in her, she couldn’t let him down.

The cacophony of sounds was awful, but bearable, at least at first.  She knew it would get worse.  But this exercise was about being able to withstand unbearable torture, and to be able to escape when the time came.  She hadn’t been given permission to escape yet, but she was allowed to figure a way out beforehand.  A Hero should always be able to escape any situation, with as few injuries as possible.  That’s what the whole test was, you had to escape capture, with off duty Heroes pretending to be villains, after being able to withstand torture.

The sounds were growing louder.  There were newly added screams, screams she could’ve sworn she recognized.  She could’ve sworn she heard one of her best friends, Wonder, it sounded just like her.  They were definitely pulling from her personal background, that was definitely Gold, followed closely by Glitter.  She was rather close with the twins.  She supposed it was be able to withstand others getting tortured as well, more than one Villain tortured two heroes at once by torturing only one and making the other watch.  She could withstand that easily.  As much as she loved her friends, just hearing them scream was nothing.  Villains tortured, that was a fact of their lifestyle. Screams were just a way she could tell they were still alive.  Killian had told her several times to listen to how he screamed, as he would communicate to her through them.

Speak of the devil, Soldier’s screams were coming through now.  She wondered how they had gotten his screams because he wasn’t communicating, that was simply pain.  Fayelin blocked out the noise, after all, it was just noise, and went back to the restraints.  Thick iron wrapped solidly around her wrists with a thick chain wrapping around the legs of the bed.  It was made to withstand those with super strength but her strength was not her greatest ally here.  Her mind was.

“Remember little one, a Hero’s power can be their strength and weakness, only a Hero’s mind is their true strength.”

Killian was right after all.  Some Villains could take or copy abilities, but no one could take someone’s mind.  She just had to focus.  Killian had taught her to pick locks without her gift.  She simply needed something long and sharp, like one of the pins in her hair.  Problem was getting it.  She couldn’t lift her arms very high, her legs had weights on them, her hips were tied down with rope, and she wasn’t allowed to get off the bed until release was granted.  Her biggest advantage was how tiny she was, no matter how much she hated being so small.  If she played her cards right, she could slip between the ropes and slid herself into a position where she could grab a hairpin.  So she flexed some of her leg muscles, pulling on the ropes tautness.  When she felt her opening, she went for it.  She slid through the ropes, and got her hand to her left wrist, pulling a nonessential hairpin from her hair.  She always kept a few extra that didn’t keep up her ridiculous hairdo.  Logically, she knew her hairdo marked her status as a Sidekick, and Killian had spent a lot of time designing it, but the minute she became her own Hero, she was changing it.  She looked more like a sci-fi character than a Sidekick.

She hid the hairpin in her hand, just in case.  Then she drowned out the screams, she drowned out the crashing, the screeching, the breaking glass, the breaking of bones and focused.  Killian was trusting her to prove that he hadn’t made a mistake taking her on so early.  Other Heroes has whispered she wasn’t ready, that Killian was mad for taking a sidekick so young, that she couldn’t compete with her peers.  She couldn’t wait until she wiped those smirks off their faces.

“Heroes are now allowed to fight their way out of Caina.”  A loudspeaker spoke.  “If medical assistance is needed, then please contact Heroes before the rendezvous point is reached.”

She easily picked the lock of the left chain, then the right.  She kept the weights on her feet, to further her impact if she ran into anyone with invulnerability or super strength.  She was small, so she needed every advantage.  Once she broke out of the cell, a simple task with her gift pinpointing the systems weaknesses, she easily ran down the corridors.  She had all but grown up in Caina, where she was allowed to go anyway.  No one except a few Heroes were allowed to the lower levels (as that was where they kept unredeemable Villains, those with high body counts and usually personal vendettas against Heroes.  The two Killian had put down there had killed more than one Hero).  So working her way through was easier, she had no problems finding wherever she wanted to go.

Her first problem was Jerry.  That wasn’t his name, but she couldn’t pronounce his very Russian Hero name, but she thought he looked like a Jerry so Jerry it was.  Jerry had gravitational density manipulation, so he could give himself super strength when he wanted to, which was often his main weapon.

“I’m glad to see you out, little one, but I’m afraid this is the end of the line.”  Jerry cooed.

She growled. She hated when they treated her like a little kid.  But it did give her one great advantage.  They treated her like a little kid in fights as well.  She was often underestimated.

So when Jerry made an obvious feint to her right, she used his own momentum against him, flipping herself up using his arm and bringing her legs down  on the back of his neck.  She didn’t need to knock him fully unconscious, she just needed to run fast enough away that he couldn’t catch her.  So after making contact, she used the movement to propel herself forward and she made it past him.

Two more corridors to get through.  She could hear and feel the last Hero she would see inside Caina.  She snickered.  She’d nicknamed him Marshmallow because he was so soft and gooey on the inside, especially with children, and had the intelligence of a sugar molecule.  He used to give all the little Sidekicks or minor Heroes-in-training rides on his back when their Heroes were busy.  He was a solid mass of blue skin, muscles, and a mouth he couldn’t quite close.  She always thought of that old comic book series, back when those with unnatural abilities were considered fantasy.  Grundy, she believed he was called.  He would be easy enough, as she wouldn’t make the mistake everyone else makes when facing him.  Fighting him was unneccessary and stupid, it just wore you out and that’s how he caught his criminals.  He simply outlasted them in strength.  All she had to do was keep moving forward.

“Stop little one.”  He grumbled, raising his fists above his head.

She slid underneath his feet, unable to watch the confusion on his face.  Once through, she scrambled to her feet and kept running.  She was almost through to the end of the test, dodging explosions.  There were no mines in Caina, just in case some random civilian came wandering in, as this base wasn’t on a map to protect the people living here.  So that meant that other Heroes with gifts similar to hers would be launching projectiles ranging from cannonball size to actual missiles.  So once she made it to the open clearing that they used to hide the base, she turned around to see the five projectiles heading toward her.  Those were easy enough to dodge with her gift, after all, she never missed a step.  Dodging an explosion was simply a matter of jumping off debris at the right time and only putting a certain amount of weight down at a time.  That had been one of the first ways Killian had tested out the extent of her powers.

She made it to the end of the clearing, and found the rendezvous point.  Killian, and three other Heroes were waiting for their Sidekicks, with The Administrator.  She didn’t see any other Sidekicks but that didn’t mean she was first.  Once The Administrator said you passed, Heroes were allowed to leave to celebrate.  She skidded on her knees until she reached Killian, and stuck her leg out to stop herself, arresting momentum in a kneeling stance, arms crossed over her chest.

“Sir!  I have escaped Caina as ordered in the fastest manner I could, sir!”  She said.

“Well done.”  Killian said.

She fought the smile threatening to burst out.  Killian rarely praised her in front of other Heroes as to not seem unprofessional.

“You do continue to surprise young one.”  The Administrator said, his voice sounding as old as he was.  He was the oldest of their program, for this country at least.  He had once been a great Hero until he had finally gotten too old to keep up with the growing threat of Villains and now trained other Heroes to take his place.   “You are the youngest to ever complete this test, let alone unscathed.”

“Screams are just noise, sir.”  Fayelin said, bowing her head.  “Screams and begs for mercy will not interfere with how I do my job.  I cannot always trust what I am seeing or hearing so I cannot allow it to influence my work.”

“Good answer.”  The Administrator said.  “Villains will look for any excuse and will go to every new low you can think of to trick Heroes.  You must have the ultimate strength of will if you are to resist them.”

“I shall always endeavor for that strength.”  She replied.

“She has answered well, Soldier.”  The Administrator said.  “However, there is the matter of her age.”

She cursed silently.

“Heroes her age are not to be in this test.”  The Administrator said.  “While she has proven she is ready, we must abide by our own laws or we are no better than the criminals we hunt.”

“Sir, she turns sixteen in two months.”  Killian said.  “What is the difference between her being ready now and her being ready in two months?”

“I have not finished, Soldier, you would do well to not interrupt me.”  The Administrator snapped and even Fayelin saw the other Heroes flinch at his tone.  No one pissed off the Administrator.

“I’m sorry, sir, it won’t happen again.”  Killian said, bowing his head.

“I assure you, it won’t.”  The Administrator said. “As I was saying, we must abide by our own laws.  And our laws state that a Hero-in-training cannot become a Sidekick until they are sixteen.  However, due to this unparalleled show of bravery, control, and skill, I am allowing this passing grade to transfer over in two months.  She will become your Sidekick on the day of her sixteenth birthday.”

She couldn’t fight that smile from spreading across her face, and it seemed neither could Killian.

“You may rise, Arrow.”  The Administrator said, and she slowly stood.

“Sir, isn’t it my job to choose her Sidekick name?”  KIllian whispered.

“Do not test your limits further, Soldier.”  The Administrator said coldly.  “You should feel lucky that I will not put you on probation for those two months of waiting.  If she hadn’t performed as admirably as she did, I assure you, you would’ve been suspended for putting her in this test.  Now, you will take Arrow as a Sidekick in two months.”

“Yes, sir.”  Killian said, saluting.  She very quickly followed suit.

“And Miss Arrow?”  The Administrator said. “I expect great things of you, young one.”

“I won’t let you down, sir!”

Whumptober Prompt #8 Stab Wound

Heeeeeeeeeeey guys... Ummmmmmm

Here’s the thing.  I started this one last night. It didn’t really come.  It was like pulling teeth.  So I figured I could work on it today.  Aaaaannnnnnnddddd then I went into work- where my new manager made a mistake.  I’m allergic to lavender (which he knows I told him not even last week), and part of his job involves making henna with lavender (we make our henna from scratch that we sell).  Guess who didn’t cap the lavender correctly and let the scent go all over our office?  Yep!  My new manager.  Our old manager knew I was allergic to lavender (again, I let her knows as soon as I found out how we make henna) and I never had a reaction when she was in charge.  The first time he makes it, I told him five days ago!, I have a reaction.  And then still had to work the rest of the shift!  Thankfully I work outside so I could breathe a bit easier once I took some antihistamines.  I’m okay, though.  I’m so sorry, I’ll try to do better for #10.  I will not be posting this to AO3- it’s too short and basically unfinished.   I’m fine, guys. I really am, but I can’t write tonight.  I’m gonna post what little I have and I’m gonna go lay down.

PS I will not be posting a new story tomorrow for those who are looking, I will be reblogging my 7&9 one for number 9.

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No matter how times Lucifer got hurt around Chloe, the pain always caught him off guard.  The feeling of a bullet piercing his flesh, a garrote digging into his neck, and now a knife stabbed into his back.  He knew a knife when he felt one, he’d never forget the feeling after he asked Maze to cut his wings off, but as it slipped between his ribs, he’d mistaken it for a punch.  So he stumbled, knelt on the ground, and tried to keep his devil face inside.  The detective was here, and he didn’t want her getting caught in the crossfire.  All he had to do was get away from her without catching her attention and everything would be fine.

@its-not-too-bad the good news? I know how to fix this. Bad news? It might happen again. I’ve had to appeal several times. But I’m also kinda an expert.

So go to tumblr.com/support and then wait for the side menu to load. Once it does, there’s a drop down menu for category- click on my blog was incorrectly marked explicit and then in the box say that you’re a human being, not a bot, and anything else you find relevant. Then click which blog got censored, make sure it’s the right email, and do the captcha. Repeat as many times as necessary.

guys my blog was fucking censored I’m so angry NONE of what I’ve posted is explicit! Every post that got flagged was repealed immediately!

Whumptober Prompt #12 “Don’t Move”

@winedark-whump and anyone else who wants to know- I give you the death of a Soldier.

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“Don’t move.”

Fayelin struggled to consciousness, two words echoing in her mind.  It was a familiar voice but she just couldn’t place it.  She got her lead eyelids to open, and over one eye, she saw red.  That… wasn’t the right color.  The other eye saw a night sky, stars, and two shadowy figures running to her.

“Oh my god, Arrow!”  One high voice.

“Glitter, what do we do?”  One low voice.  “Oh god, there’s so much blood.”

“Don’t move.”

She frowned.  The voice in her head didn’t match the figures, one sparkling in the light, the other more of dull shine.  Neither was the warm, deep voice tinged with fear in her head.

“Okay, we gotta move… him off of her.”  The high voice said, taking charge.  “We gotta see if she’s injured beyond the lacerations on her face.”

Him?  What him were they referring to?  She couldn’t remember knowing any him.

Suddenly a large weight was lifted off her chest.  She could breathe easier.  Memory flowed a little more.

“Don’t move, my love.  It’ll be okay.”

“Oh god!”  The high voice shrieked.  Wait… that was Glitter, wasn’t it?  Glitter and Gold?  What were they doing there?

“Oh god, how did she survive?”  Gold asked.  That was definitely Gold.  She knew Gold’s low timber.

“I think… I think Soldier took most of the blow.”  Glitter said.  “His chest is… I think I’m going to be sick.”

“Be strong, Gold.”  Glitter said, barely holding herself together.  “We’ve seen death before.  We need to focus on Arrow’s injuries.”

Who were they talking about?  What was going on?  All she could hear was a ringing in her ears and their voices, all she could see was the sky and red on her left side.  What was she missing?

“Is she- is she awake?”  Gold asked, their voice choking on some emotion.  “I think her eyes are open.”

“I can’t tell.”  Glitter said solidly.  “We need to focus, sibling.  We have to get Arrow back to Caina, she needs medical assistance.”

“Right.”  Gold said, steeling their voice.  “We need to get her out of the rubble.  Her face and chest were protected, for the most part, so we gotta unbury the rest of them.”

“Right, sibling.”  Glitter said.

She could feel them shifting rubble off of her and whatever was once on her chest.  She gathered her strength.

“Rise up, ting, ting, like glitter and gold.”  She murmured, finally being able to focus her eyes on her friends.

“Yeah, yeah, Arrow, that’s us, Glitter and Gold.”  Glitter managed a shaky smile.  “Your friends.”

“I got fire in m’ soul.”  She replied.

“Fire?”  Gold questioned.  “Are you burned?”

“Sibling, I don’t think she’s coherent.”  Glitter said.  “Isn’t that one of those classical songs Soldier listens to?”

“I think so.”  Gold whispered.  “The one with the fake gifted?”

Glitter nodded.  “Arrow, what hurts?”

“Do you walk in the shadow?”  She answered.

“Walk, walk, you can’t move your legs?”  Glitter surmised.

“In the dark, dark.”  She said.

“Okay, I think that means she doesn’t know.”  Glitter said.  “Okay so we’ve got an uncertain leg injury, and a definite severe head injury.  She’s probably lost a lot of blood too.  Gold, we’ve got to get this rubble off of her completely.  She might bleed out before we get her to Caina otherwise.”

Gold nodded and together, the twins cleared her from her whatever she was trapped under.  They slid their hands under her.

“Don’t move.” 

She finally placed the voice.

“No!”  She shouted, as they started to lift her.

“Arrow?”  Glitter asked, her blonde hair falling into her face.

“He told me not to move.”  She said, knowing they would understand.  “He ordered me not to move.”

Killian threw her down and pinned her to the ground.  Explosions rocketed around her, and she caught a piece of rubble to the face, crying out in pain.

“Hush, Arrow.”  Killian snapped.  “Don’t let them know you’re in pain.”

“Yes, sir.”  She replied, holding back her tears.

Killian’s eyes softened.  “You’ll be okay.  It’s just pain.”

“It’s just pain.”  She repeated.  “Pain is a call.  Do not answer.”

“Good girl.”  Killian smiled.

“Heroes!”  A shout sing-songed from behind them, the explosions still going strong.  “Come out to play.”

“We need back-up.”  Killian hissed in her ear.  “Can you get to your sig?”

She struggled with her quiver, trying to reach her signalling device.

“I can’t reach it.”  She said, trying to control her fear.  The tests she took in Caina were nothing like this.  Her powers were going haywire, unable to focus on anything, and she was sure Killian was having trouble too.  He was usually never so curt with her.

“Try harder!”  Killian shouted, scaring her.  “We need that signal, we walked directly into an ambush.”

“I know!”  She cried, a few tears slipping down her cheek., trying to get a finger around her signal.

“Dammit, Arrow, we need back-up now, I can’t protect us forever.”  Killian shouted.  And she could tell he was scared.

“I’m trying, I’m trying!”  She shouted.

She finally wrapped her hand around her signaling device.  She brought it to Killians lips.

“This is Soldier, we’re pinned down on Fifth Street, we need immediate back-up.”  Killian screamed.  “Repeat, this is Soldier we need back-up!”

A loud rumbling sound shook the ground.

Fayelin meet Killian’s eyes, matching the fear in him.

“Don’t move, my love.  It’ll be okay.”  Killian whispered.  “I’ll protect you.  I’ve always protected you.”

“Soldier.”  Her voice broke.

“Don’t be afraid.”  Killian said, a tired smile on his lips.  “Don’t move.”

A loud boom.

White.

Black.

“I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.”  Fayelin shrieked.  “Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move.”

“Arrow, please, you’re bleeding, you’re hurt!”

“Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move, don’t move!”  She screamed, unable to think anything besides her last given order.

“Stop struggling, Arrow!  You’re gonna hurt yourself more!”  Gold shouted.

“Gold, she’s beyond reason.  Her mind is unable to process her surroundings, I’m calling a medical override.  I outrank her now.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Four hands grabbed her and lifted her into the air.

She screamed.