a farwalker's journal.

I should have seen the angst coming from a mile away XD Alright, Soren, another angsty piece coming your way.

OCTOBER APPROACHES!

And so does Whumptober 2019! Feast your eyes on this year’s gut-wrenchingly glorious Prompt List, and get inspired to create some killer content starting October 1st. There are some changes to the tagging system from last year, so be sure to give the attached Event information a read! If after reading you still have questions, feel free to send an ask to @whumptober2019​ or reach out to the event creator, @la-vie-en-whump​ !

We hope you’re as excited as us to watch the Whump Community come together once again for a month of bone-crunching creativity and collaboration!

-Kat

The official Prompt List, Event information, and FAQs are all transcribed below the cut.

SOREN!!!! Thank you for helping me celebrate =)

Fairy- What is something that you get excited about? 

Mermaid- What are you looking forward to? 

Elf- What are you proud of? 

Dragon- Sexuality? 

Griffin- Gender? 

Unicorn- Who do you look up to? 

Spirit- Have you ever been in love? 

Ghost- Favorite song? 

Poltergeist- Favorite song lyric? 

Ghoul- Who is someone that makes you laugh easily/who’s company you enjoy most of, if not all of, the time? 

Goblin- What makes you happy?  

Dwarf- Favorite tv show? 

Vampire- Are you currently reading any books? If so, what book(s)?

Werewolf- Who is your family? Who do you live with?  

Siren- Favorite color? 

Hobgoblin- Do you like anyone? 

Wraith- Any scars? 

Specter- Have you ever been in love? 

Chimera- Will you/do you want to get married? 

Changeling- Do you want children? 

Oracle- Do you like children? 

King- Describe your ideal day. 

Queen- Age? 

Princess- What is your relationship with your parents like? 

Prince- Birthday? 

Necromancer- If you could spend a week with anyone, alive or dead, who would it be? 

Castle- What is something that not a lot of people know about you? 

Tower- What is (at least one thing) something that you’re afraid of? 

Magic- Describe your crush without saying their name. 

Enchanted Forest- Height? 

Magic Healer- Any pets? If so, what are they? 

Potions- Relationship status? 

Potion Making- Would you kiss the last person you kissed again? 

Divination- What do you think about yourself? 

Visions- Do you miss anyone? 

Curses- How do you show affection? 

Charms- Are you religious? 

Hexes- What’s your favorite smell? 

Whatever you like, writing partner of mine. <3 And thank you. I never would have even tried without you. So, here’s the first specialized poem for the one that encouraged me to start it all.

 Mountains of distant blues,

 And swirling mists,

 They call for you, beacon you.

 But they’ll have to wait,

 Until the fairies have finished leading you,

 Through the rich scent of the forest,

 And the elves twirl you through the trees,

 Just like they had to wait,

 For the sirens to finish singing for you,

 And the mermaids to finish showing you their reefs.

 You’ll climb the mountains when you’re ready,

 Not a moment sooner, not a moment later.

 The dragons will greet you with gold and fireworks,

 Because who could resist,

Friends: So write it

Me:

Amethyst- Favorite movie? 

Boysenberry- Favorite book? 

Eggplant- Favorite subject? 

Grape- What’s your “type”, if you have one? 

Heather- Do you like musicals? Which is your favorite? 

Iris- Who makes you happy? 

Jam- If you could change one thing about yourself, what would you change? 

Lavender- Describe your best friend(s). 

Lilac- If you knew you couldn’t fail, what is one thing you would do? 

Magenta- If you were to make a time capsule, what would you put in it? 

Mauve- What are some traits that you would want to pass on to future children? 

Mulberry- Describe yourself in three words. 

Orchid- What is your favorite thing about someone in your family? 

Periwinkle- What was your first impression of your best friend? 

Plum- If you could travel anywhere, where would you want to go? 

Purple- Introvert or extrovert? 

Raisin- Do you ever want to get married? 

Sangria- How do you break (awkward) silences? 

Violet- Are you happy right now? 

The whumpee’s eyes flitted between the whumper holding a knife at their friend’s throat and the own knife in their hands, pressed against their stomach. They wavered.

Continuation of this drabble.

Altyr searched tirelessly for two months to find Kaiden. He’d barely slept, barely eaten, and had put all his energy toward saving her from Aarid. He promised her he would make it right, and every day that passed tore himself up inside even more.

Rheld was often busy defending the border, and hadn’t been available to help for the past month now. But Altyr wasn’t in the army and he abandoned his work and was barely at home longer than it took him to eat and sleep for a few hours before he was back out there again, looking for her.

The thought of what that man was doing to her was unbearable, and that was what kept him going.

 So, my writing partner, @sorenfarwalker, and I decided to do something new. Each of us made a new character and then took turns writing the following drabble. We will be doing more drabbles like this in the future for this pair, because it was just too much fun to co-write it.

warnings: It includes breaking and entering, theft, implied torture and abuse, and is overall an angsty piece. My writing partner is a whump writer, and you all know I tend to lean heavily to angst. If we were expecting anything different from this, we were kidding ourselves.

 This story does talk a bit about the death of a fictional character in passing, no details, no names, no context. It’s just a little short story I did to practice the second person point of view.

“But…you’re a hero?” The young villain struggled against their restraints, tugging more and more frantically. “You’re a hero! You wouldn’t- you won’t, you can’t-”

“Oh, I absolutely can.” The scientist stepped forward, the snap of their medical gloves too loud in the silent room. “When you’re a hero, everyone looks the other way. Other heroes, the government, even a few villains. How can they complain, when I bribe them all with slivers of my projects’ powers?”

“You can’t steal powers, that’s not possible-”

“You seem very preoccupied with what I can and cannot do. I could argue, but instead, why I don’t I just show you?” Their eyes glittered with amusement as they stepped forward.

They no longer remember what it was to see or hear. To smell or taste. There is touch, and there is nothing.

They crave it, when there’s something soft like a hand or a blanket. A gentle pat on their head or the tug of their leash telling them where to go. Sometimes the floor is cold stone, or hard wood. Sometimes it’s soft, dense carpet.

They don’t like when they feel the carpet pushing up between their fingers, because it means that pain is soon to come.

They’re sometimes left to wait on the carpet. They count the seconds by tapping their fingers. 600 taps, usually, is the longest they wait. It helps, usually, to keep them from crying.

It starts with someone turning their head this way and that. Touching their face. It’s not gentle, not like the soft touches given other times. Rough hands, squeezing hard enough to cause pain.

But this isn’t real pain. Not yet. Not until they feel sharp strikes that make their back burn, not until there are brutal blows that make their sides and chest ache. Sometimes there is a slow slicing, and that always seems to take the longest time, leaving hot blood and tears and sweat coursing down their skin.

But eventually, it always ends. They may be delirious with pain, unable to walk without strong hands holding them. They know they’re safe, then. There’s only the burning sting of something in their wounds, the sudden and brutal pull of something re-aligned, and then, then, a bed, and a blanket, and water and pills, and sleep.