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Whumpers! This is your two-week head start to the Two Weeks of Whump Challenge commencing on the 3rd of July!

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Two Weeks Of Whump

Day 1th - Poker, Shock Collar, Ashes - @promptsforyourwhumpfic

TW mentions of burning

"We had a deal."

Ro told it to Braithe and Soren, explained to Digger and kept telling unstoppably to himself since the moment when Jene stayed with the Blue and he with books, saved by a miracle, returned to Brad.

No one blamed him out loud. Ro didn't knew if someone blamed him in their thoughts but he said these words again during a sortie with Braithe and Soren, when they saw a mark of a pole on the ground and ashes before it.

Ro sat on the ground, ran his fingers through the ashes. They, him and Jene, they knew what they were getting themselves into. Saving books was more important than saving themselves. But no matter who would have survived - Jene, him, or the books - in the end there is only ashes.

"We had a deal." Said Ro persistently.

Two Weeks of Whump Day 1: Ashes

Fandom: Across The Spider-Verse

Summary: Hobie Brown was about 15 at the time of his first canon event. Though he had been spiderman for a few months now.

Note: (I have not read his comics so this is just a fan thing. I don't think this is how it went down or anything all just for fun.)

Warning: Character Death.

    Hobie walked down the street. The street lights reflected off of the water on the ground. It had recently rained and the air smelled nicer then it normally did.

    Smoke rose from a nearby building. Hobie didn't intend to pay any attention to it. Then he saw what building it had been. His destination was on fire.

    It was a gay bar. Though he wasn't old enough his buddy Peter worked there. He used to snuck him in. He never served him alcohol and Hobie never asked. He just liked to be around Peter and his community.

    Hobie ran over to the back door that Peter used to sneak him in. A wave of heat hit him as he opened the door.

    Ashes fell around him. They caught in his hair. He breathed them in and they landed on his clothes. The smoke was thick. Helping people out the back door became his job.

    His lungs burned. Hobie ran over to the bar and looked around. Where was he? "Peter!" He yelled out. Jumping over the bar he stumbled upon landing.

    There he was. "Hobie?" Peter questioned.

    Rushing over Hobie grabbed his friend. "Yeah bud, I'm here."

    Hobie picked Peter up and took him to the back door. Sirens ran through the air. Finally someone had arrived. Of course it took so long.

    In the alley behind the bar Hobie set Peter in front of him on the ground. "You're gonna be alright." He grabbed Peter's hand.

    "Keep fighting for them, okay." Peter eyed the burning building. "Fight for what you believe in." He went lip.

    "No, no, no." Hobie pulled him close.

    Ash fell around them like snow. It wouldn't be long before Hobie had to leave. A firefighter was about to turn the corner. He scaled the building and went home.

    The world stopped moving and time slowed for a while. Hobie continued living his life. He fought for what he believed in like Peter said. For the longest time when he saw cigarette ashes or fire place ashes he had to distance himself.

    The teen wasn't sure why the ashes stuck out the most. Sure he thought about that day when he smelled wood smoke or when he saw fire but ashes were the biggest trigger. Maybe it was the memory of scrubbing the ash off his skin and trying to get it out of his hair while he was practically manic. Maybe it was being the only person who was left for Peter's remains to go to.

    The urn still sat on a shelf he took from Peters apartment. It wasn't fancy or anything just there.

    As the world began to spin again fire stopped being something Hobie feared. Instead he would run straight into it.

    He took what Peter said to heart and now as he stood in front of Miles Morales he knew what to do. Raising his hands, he attempted to remind him of what he had told him. 'use your palm not just your fingers.' and when Miles broke out he knew Peter would be proud.

@promptsforyourwhumpfic

Two Weeks of Whump Day 2: Needles

Fandom: Across the Spider-verse

Summary: Miguel is scared of needles after he gets sober.

  Rapture was a highly addictive drug that binds to your cells. Miguel remembered it well. After being drugged by someone who turned out to be his biological father he needed it. He remembered hunting it down and sticking himself with long needles so he wouldn't be in pain for the withdrawal.

    When he became Spider-Man the spider DNA replaced the rapture and he was safe. But he wasn't safe from the memories. The feeling of being so helpless, to succumb to the need for the drug.

    When Miguel was told that he would need to get a few shots he was nervous to go. Peter insisted he come with him. Knowing Miguel's history with addiction he knew he'd be spooked.

    Despite Miguel consistently telling Peter he didn't need anyone to go with him to see Spidey Doc he still came. Even if hr wouldn't admit it he actually appreciated Peter looking out for him.

    "Hey Miguel, how are you today?" Spidey Doc said as he walked in. "Oh, you got a friend with you?"

    "Nope, I'm actually his nemesis" Peter joked. The two laughed and Miguel snarled. "But seriously, Miggy gets nervous about needles."

    "Peter" Miguel scowled.

    "Hey don't worry! I'll be quick" he looked at Miguel, "and don't be embarrassed." He grabbed one of the three needles he had prepared, "shoulder please."

    Miguel moved his sleeve and looked over to Peter. His facial expression was soft. "Here" Peter held out his hand. He reluctantly took it.

    As the needle pierced his skin memories flood his mind. The feeling of not having control, sobbing telling his brother what had happened, staying with Alchemax to find a way to get rid of it, taking the doses so that withdrawal didn't kill him, everything.

    Miguel grabbed at the syringe and pulled it out of his arm. He moved to attack Spidey Doc but Peter stepped in. He placed his hands on Miggy's shoulders and looked him in the eyes.

Miguel wrapped his arms around Peter and dug his claws into his back.

    "It's okay. Miggy it's okay" he soothed. "Look at me, hey look" he removed one of his hands to gently cuff his face, "I'm not gonna let him hurt you."

    Looking Peter in the eyes Miguel calmed down a little. He realized what happened and let the other pull him into a hug. Without realizing he started to cry mumbling how he couldn't do it again.

    "It's okay Migs." Peter ran his hand over his back. Once Miguel calmed down he released him and retracted his claws.

    "I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked.

    "Nope! I'm alright. Let's finish getting your shots." Peter walked in a way to make sure he didn't see his back.

    Spidey Doc moved from the floor back to standing, dazed. "Peter I thought-"

    "Bup bup bup, let's get this done, okay?"

    "Alright." The Doc got what Peter was avoiding. Telling Miguel might be worse than letting him believe everything was okay.

    Spidey Doc placed a bandage on Miguel's arm from where he pulled the needle out. "Can I borrow your other arm? I'll give it back don't worry."

    Miguel silently extended his arm to the doc. Peter grabbed the other and looked him in the eyes. His were soft and Miguel's were scared. "I promise, you'll be okay."

    The second needle went into Miguel's arm. The fear intensified but Peter calmed him down, "I'm right here. You're safe. Okay?" Then the third.

    "Alright! You are done! You can go."

    "Thank you." He walked towards the door, "Peter?"

    "Oh, I had an appointment right after you so I'm gonna do that now. Mayday's with Jess if you want to hang out with her! Maybe she'll help you feel better."

    "Alright." He wasn't so sure but decided not to question it. It was strange that he hadn't mentioned the appointment before.

    As the door closed Peter leaned into the table. "Ah, that kinda hurts."

    "Makes sense." Spidey Doc walked over to a cabinet and grabbed stitches. "Miguel could have handled it."

    "He's fragile. I worry a lot about him. I know he could handle it but honestly he doesn't need it."

    Spidey Doc just sighed and shook his head. He had Peter lay down and sowed his back up. Peter left and never told Miguel what happened that day.

@promptsforyourwhumpfic

Two Weeks of Whump Day 3: Alcohol

Fandom: Across the Spider-verse

Summary: After a difficult day as Spiderman, Miles gets a hold of alcohol. Not knowing how to cope he drinks some and ends up drunk.

  Jefferson Morales thought that this Thursday night would be the same as any other. Boy was he wrong. As he walked back to his police car, ready to get back to the station so he could home to his wife and son, he noticed Spider-Man jumping from one building to another.

    Trouble always seemed to follow Spider-Man wherever he went. He sighed and shook his head. As he started to turn back to his car the superhero stumbled and fell into an alley. Jefferson ran towards the alley to check on the hero.

    It was dark, light falling in the alley from the moon and street lights. A figure raised from the ground and chuckled. "Spiderman, are you okay?"

    "Oh!" Mile's head jerked to face the officer, "hiiii" he laughed.

    'Okay?', Jefferson thought. He walked closer to Spider-Man. The smell of... alcohol? on him. "Are you alright? You took quite a fall."

    "Ohhh yeah, I'm fineeeee. Don't worry about it." Miles slurred his speech and stumbled as he walked towards the building had jumped off of and tried to climb the wall.

   "Are you drunk?" Mr. Morales asked concerned. For the first time he realized just how small and vulnerable he was. He also noticed that his voice sounded eerily similar to his sons.

    "Pfft nooo" he sounded both unsure and strangely confident. "What gave you that idea?"

    "Are you, over 21?" Now Jefferson started to question the hero in front of him. He always assumed that Spider-Man had to be of drinking age or at least an adult but something about the kid in front of him told him otherwise.

    "Haha yeah" Miles stared at his father for a moment. He looked concerned and confused.

    "Are you sure?"

    He looked at his father and felt tears gather in his eyes. Maybe he should tell him the truth. No one knew who he was underneath the mask what harm to come from telling someone he trusted his problems. His father was stern but kind and a safe person.

    "Sir" Miles voice broke, "I'm underaged. I'm a teenager."

    Jefferson's heart broke. Something about the child in front of him told him this wasn't a dumb mistake with friends but an attempt to erase pain.

    "It's just that being Spider-Man is hard and quite frankly traumatizing" he chuckled then it turned into a sob, "I've been so alone since my friends left. There's no one I can talk to and I thought for just a minute maybe it would help. Maybe I could forget everything, wash it down my throat and be a teenager for a minute. My parents are going to kill me if they find out."

    "Oh."

    "I'm scared, I can't balance school, my family, and saving the city without letting someone down and I'm pretty sure my parents think I'm just flaky or irresponsible. I don't want to disappoint them and I don't want to disappoint the city. I don't know what I'm doing and I got Peter Parker killed."

    "Hey, it's okay. Breathe."

    Miles slowly sat on the ground. Jefferson kneeled down beside him. "I know one thing, you're not disappointing the city."

    "Good to know. Are you proud of me?"

    The question took Jefferson off guard. Why would Spider-Man care if he was proud of him. "Of course."

    This made Miles cry harder. Hearing his father say that he was proud was what he needed. He grabbed the man in his arms around him, scrunching the other shirt in his fist, and just cried.

    After a while he let go and apologized. "It's okay. Next time don't go out drinking. I'll let this slide just this once. Go home, drink some water, and go to bed. Let us worry about the city for the night."

    "Okay." Miles stood and walked towards the wall again.

    "Spider-Man, maybe you should just walk."

    "Your probably right." Miles walked into the sidewalk and started to walk home.

    Jefferson walked back to his car. He radioed in that he was on his way back. On his way he thought about Spider-Man. He never thought he would see him like that. He was just a scared and alone little kid who didn't know how else to deal with the trauma of trying to protect an entire city. Not only that he was a student and a son.

    He worried about his own son. Have they been too hard on him? Did he feel loved and appreciated? Did he think that they were disappointed or thought he was irresponsible?

    Miles crawled into his bedroom and changed from his spider suit to some comfortable pajamas. He walked to the kitchen and grabbed a cup of water. He got just not too and then walked back to his room.

    Jefferson opened the door and placed his keys on the counter. He took off his shoes and walked to the kitchen. The cabinet was open. He sighed and closed it after grabbing a cup for water. He warmed up some leftovers and ate them at the table.

    Before Mr. Morales went to bed, he opened the door of his son's room. "Miles?" He wasn't supposed to be there but in his dorm at school. Something seemed off.

    Miles didn't move and thought maybe he could just explain in the morning that he was having a rough night and had come home. That way he wouldn't notice the smell of alcohol when he spoke to his father. It worked.

    Jefferson just smiled and sighed. He would just have to ask in the morning. "Sleep tight Miles, I love you."

    Miles smiled. And as the door closed he started to fall asleep. He knew he'd have a horrible headache in the morning and wouldn't want to get up and part of him just wanted to lie and ask to stay home. Washing his feelings down didn't work. It wasn't worth it in the end. Instead his father had to see him at one of his lowest points.

    He fell asleep and wasn't woken up in the morning. Instead he got to sleep in and Jefferson decided to take him out for the day. He wasn't sure what was going on with Spider-Man but he could make sure that his son didn't feel that way and he was bound and determined to do so. Maybe one day he can figure out how to help the hero who helped the city so much.

@promptsforyourwhumpfic

Two Weeks of Whump Day 4: Cage

Fandom: Across the Spider-verse

Summary: What happens when Hobie, Miles's only ally gets forced back to his own universe before he can remind Miles of his strength?

  Miles watched everyone slowly walk away, leaving him stuck in the red eltric cage he'd been trapped in. The strangers left first then Peni. After that Peter and Gwen.

    He wondered what Hobie was going to tell him before Jessica had to fight him. She dragged him back to what Miles could only guess was his universe, returning with his watch in hand.

    It became apparent to Miles that his only ally was gone. He was on his own. Sinking to the ground he began to shake. This couldn't be it, he had to get back. His father was counting on him. He needed to make up for everything he'd done; for killing Peter Parker, for all the stress he put on his parents, for the people he couldn't save, for existing.

    Trying to break the shield seemed impossible. Saving his father seemed impossible. Staying on the floor Miles began to lose control of his breathing. He pulled his hands up to his chest; his knees under him.

    Time passes as Miles's condition gets worse. He felt suffocated and helpless. Like no one should help him, like he was selfish for wanting to save his father. Instead he would fail both Uncle Aaron and him. Their tombstones would be next to each other; a hero buried next to a villain; brothers buried together.

    Slowly Miles ran out of tears. The salty water stained his face. He could breathe normally now and could think clearer. It was time to get out of this cage.

    The solution hit him like that bus hit Doc Octavia. Miles placed his fingertips against the red cage. He activated his venom and the electromagnet shield started to falter. When it didn't work he thought about what Hobie had said earlier, "lead with the palms not just your fingers."

    Pressing his whole hand against the shield broke it quickly. He finally stood up and jumped a few times to get blood flow in his legs. Now he just needed to find a way out of this hell.

    There were the watches but Miles didn't think he could manage to get a hold of one. There was also the gizmo that took anomalies home. That would just have to do.

@promptsforyourwhumpfic

Two Weeks of Whump Day 6: Gunshot Wound

Fandom: Spider-verse

Summary: After a late night villain attack, Jefferson and Miles meets unexpectedly in the building.

  Miles looked at the time, 1am. "Why can't villains attack the city at more convenient times?" he muttered to himself. Grabbing his suit he slipped his PJs off. Ganke stirred as Miles opened the window.

    "Off to save the city? We have a test tomorrow." He mumbled

    "You know it. I'm sure it'll be fine."

    "Good luck."

    "Thanks." Miles crawled out the window and attached a web to a nearby building. He pushed his feet against the wall and was off.

    The fight against the villain wasn't long. Miles webber her up and got ready to go back to the dorms.

    Though it might not have been a long fight it wasn't without property damage. No fight was really a fight without a form of property damage. It was one of the reasons Spider-Man was a controversial person. That and the baby powder.

    As he walked towards a window so he could get out of there he heard a familiar voice behind him, "freeze, Spider-Man."

    Oh great. "Mr. Morales" Miles replied turning around. He was pointing a gun at him. "Woah" Miles jumped back startled, "isn't that reserved for the bad guys?"

    "You killed an innocent."

    "Where did you hear that?" Miles's heart raced. He most certainly did not kill anyone.

    "My brother, Aaron Davis. For the past year and a half I can't stop thinking about it. You were there."

    "No you must be mistaken. I've never killed anyone. Mr. Davis was a good man-" Miles's fake accent began to slip. It had been so long now and they had been working together for just about the whole time he had been Spider-Man.

    "Put your hands up."

    Miles complied. "There's no need for the gun."

    "I'm bringing you in for the murder of my brother."

    Spider sense. Miles turned his head to see that the villain from earlier had escaped. He turned quickly to take care of her. The quick movement gave Jefferson a reason to shoot.

    Miles hadn't thought about it when he moved. When he heard the gun go off he assumed that his dad had shot at the villain. No. He didn't know until he watched the villain leave.

    Warm liquid ran down his leg. "What?" He whispered to himself. Looking down he realized what had happened. His father had shot him. The pain hit like the bullet that had just ripped through his side. 

    Spider-Man collapsed to the ground. He pressed his right hand against the wound while the other pulled his mask off. He used it as a form of cloth to help with the blood. "Did you really think I killed uncle Aaron?! I was there! It was Kingpin!"

    Jefferson started at his son, now on the ground. He'd shot him. "oh God." He ran over to him and fell to his knees to help.

    "Don't fucking touch me!" Miles screamed.

Jefferson jumped back before speaking, "don't talk to me like that." He realized how stupid it sounded as the words left his mouth.

    "You shot me!" The teen tried to move back but couldn't.

    "I'm sorry! Miles, just let me help you!"

    Miles thought back to everything that had happened in the last month. Everything Miguel had put him though just because he wanted to save his father. For a brief second he wished he hadn't. That thought was quickly replaced by a wave of hatred for his own mind.

    "Stay away." Miles voice was weaker this time. He didn't yell. The betrayal that laced every word, every movement made Jefferson feel as if he had been shot himself.

    "10-52 Spider-Man has been shot " Jefferson radioed in.

    "Stay with me Miles." He reached to hold pressure on the wound and this time Miles accepted the help.

    "My identity." Miles tried to move out from where he was.

    "It'll be okay."

    "What's that location Sir?"

    Miles listens as Mr. Morales states the information to the operater. He reached for his gizmo. Miguel had given him one once he realized his mistake. Miles took it because he might not like Miguel but he wanted to help and he wanted to see his friends. He and Miguel were getting to a point where they both understood what had happened and why and realized it was better to forgive rather then to hold it against each other.

    "Hobie?" He turned the watch on, "i've been shot, where's Spidey Doc?"

    Hobie responded quickly. "Let me get in contact with him, where are you?" He asked frantically.

    "Who's that?" Jefferson asked.

    "A friend" Miles whispered. He sent his coordinates to Hobie and before he could say anything else Hobie was there.

    "I'm here" he walked over quickly, "Spidey Doc should be on the way."

    Jefferson looked up at Hobie before he was shoved by him. Hobie took his place and put pressure on Miles's side. Stunned he didn't do anything

    Everything moved too quickly for Jefferson to keep up. Another portal opened and now there was another spider person in the room?

    The hero was dressed in a similar fashion to his son but in light blue and light green. Hobie stood quickly and the hero took his place. Jefferson tried to get to Miles but was stopped by Hobie. "you're his dad right?" He asked.

    "Yes and who are you punk!?" Mr. Morales yelled.

    "I'm Miles's friend Hobie" he spoke calmly, "that's Spidey Doc, he'll take care of Miles."

    "I need to take him back to HQ."

    "Okay."

    "Is that okay with you Miles?" The doctor asked.

    Miles nodded.

    Before Jefferson could say anything the doctor had picked up his son and started to walk towards a portal. "Wait where are you taking him?!"

    Hobie grabbed Jefferson and stopped him from moving forward. "He'll take good care of him."

    "Wait! Miles!" Jefferson tried to get away from Hobie.

    As the portal closed Hobie released the chef. "What happened?"

    "You don't need to know!"

    "Miles is my friend! What happened to him."

    When Jefferson didn't answer Hobie knew. "Good job. He'll be fine, just hope you don't lose him after this."

    Jefferson just stared at Hobie. "What now?" He asked.

    "You hope he forgives you. He probably will, he's very forgiving. After that you hope that you didn't just mess up one of the sweetest kids I know. But above all else you admit what you did was wrong and give him time."

    "Okay." And that's what he did. He waited and talked to Miles, apologizing over and over again. Miles could never hate his father. The two's relationship grew stronger, no longer being built on lies.

@promptsforyourwhumpfic

Two Weeks of Whump Day 7: Blindfold/cyanide

Fandom: Across the Spider-verse

Warnings: Major character death and violence

Summary: Hobie battles a new villain and gets captured.

  It was another day for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man until it wasn't. Hobie swung from one building to another before reaching his destination.

    A fairly new villain stood in front of him, destroying everything that he could. "Spider-Man! Finally you arrive!" He said. The Prowler stood at about 5'8 and sounded strangely familiar when he spoke.

    "Ello, Prowler." Hobie started his attack. At first Hobie had the upper hand as he always did, and things started to shift.

    It didn't take much longer for Hobie to end up being thrown off the building  down into the alley. He attempted to stand but was shoved into the ground. Then a swift kick to the head knocked him unconscious.

    When Hobie woke he was in a dark room, or at least he thought so. The fabric over his eyes made it difficult to tell. The air was chilly and damp; the set of mold and chemicals hung in the air.

    Cold metal wrapped his wrist tightly. Struggling he tried to move from against the wall.

    "You won't be leaving" The Prowler informed him. "Actually you won't be leaving ever again."

    "I don't listen to you."

    ""News flash, I don't care!" The villain carelessly screamed.

    As unsettling as it was villains did stuff like this all the time. The spiders even did things like that sometimes. Hobie kept trying to free his hands from the chains.

    "Stop trying, don't want your last acts to be tiring do you?" He teased.

    "I'll fight until I'm dead." Hobie continued to pull against the chains. "So, where are we?"

    "Wouldn't you like to know."

    "Actually I would."

    "Too bad." Across the room Hobie heard a cabinet open and some glasses clinking against each other. The cabinet door closed and something was knocked off a table. A glass shatter on the ground.

    "Shit" the villain whispered to himself.

    "I think you dropped something." It was Hobie's turn to tease.

    The Prowler picked up the largest piece of the glass that had broken and threw it at him. The glass cut into Hobie's skin but it wasn't enough to really hurt. "You won't be laughing soon."

    "Haha" Hobie said sarcastically. He shifted his legs to see if me could tell that the floor was. The coolness and texture said concrete so he was likely in a basement. "Is this a basement? How original."

    Prowler sighed, "keep talking. It's entertaining." The room fell silent. Prowler's footsteps echoed in the room as Hobie's spider sense rang.

    "Wear heels, do you now?"

    As Prowler went in to kick Hobie he moved his body so that his arm would take the hit not his stomach. He moved back further against the wall and pulled his legs out in front of him. Sweeping his leg, he tripped Prowler making him fall to the floor.

    "Ow" he said sarcastically. Again Hobie went to kick but this time claws met his right shin. Hissing, he tried to pull it back to him to attack once more.

    Prowler had other plans. Using his other hand he clawed Hobie in his left thigh. After that he pulled himself into Hobie's lap and put one arm against the others chest. Grabbing a wet cloth from the floor Prowler shoved it over Hobie's nose and mouth.

    It burned when it touched his skin. The smell of almonds lingered in the cloth. Hobie pulled his head away. Prowler grabbed it quickly and held him in place. The rag went right back over his lower face.

    Hobie didn't breath for what felt like an eternity. However he had to at some point. The irritation on his skin was getting worse, becoming painful.

    Air flooded his lungs, taking an unknown chemical into his body. "Fucking finally. I was wondering if you were ever going to breathe."

    As much as Hobie wished to give Prowler some snarky remark, he would save it for later.

    "Do you want to know what's in the rag?"

    Hobie, holding his breath again tried to nood.

    "Cyanide."

    'Fuck' Hobie thought. Fear shot through his body, his spine feeling strange. He tried to use his legs to get Prowler off of him. No luck. He could feel the headache approaching. Sickness started to kick in.

   Again Hobie tried to move his head. Claws dug into the side of his face and neck. He squirmed trying to escape.

    "This ends here, Hobie Brown."

    "Uh uh" Hobie vocalized.

    Breathing felt dangerous, it was dangerous. He felt dizzy. Time passed so slowly it was like it didn't move. Hobie's condition got worse as he stopped being able to fight.

    As the rag was finally removed from his face The Prowler stood. Without saying a word he walked away, footsteps making the only noise in the room. The heels clicked on the concrete floor menacingly.

    Hobie breathing was shallow as he tried to make himself comfortable. He chuckled to himself, what a way to die. Alone, by some guy who sounds just like one of his best friends, never completing his goal of saving his world from the corruption it suffered from.

@promptsforyourwhumpfic

Two Weeks of Whump Matter list!

Fandoms: Spider-verse.

Notes: I was not able to finish the two weeks unfortunately! I do have these tho! Warnings and summaries are at the top of every post!!

Day 1: Ashes

Day 2: Needles

Day 3: Alcohol

Day 4: Cage

Day 5: Broken Glass/Building Collapse

Day 6: Gunshot wound

Day 7: Blindfold/Cyanide

In the books:

Wex stole after the two, a woman and a boy. He must have stayed downwind, so the wolf would not catch his scent.“

"He knows where they went,” Lord Wyman said.

Davos understood. “You want the boy.”

“Roose Bolton has Lord Eddard’s daughter. To thwart him White Harbor must have Ned’s son … and the direwolf. The wolf will prove the boy is who we say he is, should the Dreadfort attempt to deny him. That is my price, Lord Davos. Smuggle me back my liege lord, and I will take Stannis Baratheon as my king.” - Davos, ADwD

GRRM interview:

He was asked where is Rickon and what will happen to him (a reader who forgot a part of ADWD it seems). GRRM said Rickon will appear in TWOW.

GRRM about Osha, SSM, Deeper than Swords: 26 Mar 2014 (its around the 56 min mark)

Q: Can you think of instances in seeing these portrayals, the actor’s take that gave you a new perspective?

GRRM: When Osha comes back in the books, it’s possible, I haven’t actually gotten to it yet that she will be influenced by what I’ve seen, that I will write a more interesting character.

Unicorns in TWoW, SSM: Neil DeGrasse Tyson’s Startalk: 17 May 2019

Unicorns will appear in TWOW and GRRM will have a “unique” take on them

GRRM SSM,  8 Sept 2014

Q: Let us quote J. K. Rowling, queen of fantasy: “Fantasy has its own laws. Some things are prohibited. No sex near unicorns. ”

A: There are unicorns in my next book, and probably sex not far from unicorns. There’s a lot of sex in “The Iron Throne” despite the dragons.

GRRM notes while writing season 4 of GOT, Vanity fair article:

Speaking of which: Martin leaves a little note for the producers when writing about Ramsay’s flesh-eating hounds, whom we see hunting down a girl for sport.

[N.B. A note for future reference. A season or two down the line Ramsay’s pack of wolfhounds are going to be sent against the Stark direwolves, so we should build up the dogs as much as possible in this and subsequent episodes]

This is the alignment of houses in the North:

Houses supporting the Boltons: Frey, Dustin and Ryswell. Manderly (Fake), Umber, Locke, Hornwood, Stout, Cerwyns, Tallharts, Slates  - all most probably not loyal to the Boltons

Northern houses with Stannis Baratheon, fighting to free Arya Stark: Mountain clans - Flints, Norreys, Wulls and Liddles, Glover, Mormont, Umber, Karstark (Fake)

Note: Manderly has promised that he will be leige lord to Stannis if Davos gets him Rickon. Many of Roose’s bannermen (Umber is seen talking to Manderly, Stout consults with Umber etc.) maybe aware of what Manderly is planning and know about Rickon Stark.

House Glover is also interesting. Sybelle Glover declares for Stannis after he defeats the Iron Born at Deepwood Motte. Robett Glover is plotting with Manderly at White Harbor with respect to Rickon.  Arya Stark helps free Robett Glover and other Northmen at Harrenhal. Galbart Glover is in the Neck with Robb’s decree legitimizing Jon Snow and naming him KITN.

This is the current weather in the North in ADwD:

“Lord Stannis is lost in the storm,” said Lady Dustin. “He’s leagues away, dead or dying. Let winter do its worst. A few more days and the snows will bury him and his army both.” - A ghost in Winterfell, ADwD

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The first flakes came drifting down as the sun was setting in the west. By nightfall snow was coming down so heavily that the moon rose behind a white curtain, unseen. -  The Turncloak, ADwD

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The yard was a white wilderness, full of half-heard sounds that echoed strangely amidst the storm.The icy trenches rose around them, knee high, then waist high, then higher than their heads.They were in the heart of Winterfell with the castle all around them, but no sign of it could be seen.They might have easily been lost amidst the Land of Always Winter,a thousand leagues beyond the Wall. - Theon, ADwD

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Lord Bolton unrolled the parchment. “His host lies not three days’ ride from here, snowbound and starving, and I for one am tired of waiting on his pleasure.” - Theon, ADwD 

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“The gods have turned against us,” old Lord Locke was heard to say in the Great Hall. “This is their wroth. A wind as cold as hell itself and snows that never end. We are cursed.” -  A Ghost in Winterfell, ADwD

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By the ninth day of the storm, every camp saw the captains and commanders entering the king’s tent wet and weary…and report their losses for the day.

The fifteenth day of the march came and went, and they had crossed less than half the distance.

On the twenty-sixth day…the last of the vegetables was consumed…On the thirty-second day, the last of the grain and fodder. - The Sacrifice, ADwD

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Justin Massey looked up from his horsemeat. “The cold count last night reached eighty.” He pulled a piece of gristle from his teeth and flicked it to the nearest dog. “If we march, we will die by the hundreds.”

“We had eight hundred horses when we marched from Deepwood Motte. Last night the count was sixty-four.” That did not shock her. Almost all of their big destriers had failed, including Massey’s own. Most of their palfreys were gone as well. Even the garrons of the northmen were faltering for want of fodder - The Sacrifice, ADwD

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“Winter is almost upon us, boy. And winter is death. I would sooner my men die fighting for the Ned’s little girl than alone and hungry in the snow, weeping tears that freeze upon their cheeks.” - The King’s Prize, ADwD

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We had expected to find the king at Winterfell. This same blizzard has engulfed the castle, alas. Beneath its walls we found Mors Umber with a troop of raw green boys, waiting for the king’s coming.” - The Sacrifice, ADwD

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The snow was following heavily outside.“Wind’s from the south,” Yarwick observed. It’s blowing the snow right up against the Wall.See?

He was right.The switchback stair was buried almost to the first landing, Jon saw, and the wooden doors of the ice cells and storerooms had vanished behind a wall of white - Jon, ADwD

This is the state of things in the North before actual Winter hits, which happens at the end of ADwD. Winter is not coming anymore, it is here in the books. This is Arya warging Nymeria in the Riverlands:

Her nights were lit by distant stars and the shimmer of moonlight on snow, but every dawn she woke to darkness. 

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“What three new things do you know, that you did not know before?”

“I know that some men are saying that Tormo Fregar will surely be the new sealord,” she answered. “Some drunken men.”

“Better. And what else do you know?”

It is snowing in the riverlands, in Westeros, she almost said. - The Blind Girl, ADwD

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The castle dominated the broad fertile valley that maps and men alike called Blackwood Vale. A vale it was, beyond a doubt, but no wood had grown here for several thousand years, be it black or brown or green. Once, yes, but axes had long since cleared the trees away. Homes and mills and holdfasts had risen where once the oaks stood tall. The ground was bare and muddy, and dotted here and there with drifts of melting snow. - Jaime, ADwD

And finally KL:

“On the window seat a raven loitered, pale, huge, its feathers ruffled. It was the largest raven that Kevan Lannister had ever seen. Larger than any hunting hawk at Casterly Rock, larger than the largest owl. Blowing snow danced around it, and the moon painted it silver.

Not silver. White. The bird is white.

The white ravens of the Citadel did not carry messages, as their dark cousins did. When they went forth from Oldtown, it was for one purpose only: to herald a change of seasons.

"Winter,” said Ser Kevan. The word made a white mist in the air. - epilogue, ADwD

Just a reminder that Rickon Stark and his direwolf are important and will be important in TWoW. One of the richest and most powerful houses in the North is backing Rickon Stark as Lord of Winterfell. Without Bran there, Rickon is the rightful heir to the North. Other Northerners in play include the Mountain clans marching for Arya Stark and the folks who know of and have Robb’s decree. And various Northern houses and clans are doing their own plotting to put a Stark in Winterfell.

Also a reminder that Stannis is stranded in a snow storm 3 days from Winterfell.

Marching from the Vale all the way to Winterfell in these harsh snowstorms,  with a Vale army - who have no experience with the harsh conditions of the North - is near impossible.

Davos, Rickon, Shaggydog and Osha are certainly going to get to WF faster than Sansa and an army. Rickon has an actual Direwolf - the symbol of house Stark. House Stark follows male-preference primogeniture law of inheritance.

The Vale have their own problems brewing with winter here. Aegon has landed in the Stormlands, there is trouble in the Riverlands and KL is in chaos. Is the army going to abandon the Vale and go North in the harshest Winterstorms, experiencing huge loss of lives just to get Sansa to Winterfell?

The show is not the books. Nonsensical show plots don’t belong in the books. I will let just leave GRRM’s own words here:

In a convention panel this year, George said on the record that he had no idea what they were doing with Sansa or where they’re taking her storyline, which now makes sense perhaps.

I was a foolish willful girl, playing at the game of thrones like a drunkard rolling dice. … That was before, when I was just a girl, she told herself. I am a woman now, my father’s daughter. I have learned that lesson. – Arianne Martell, The Winds of Winter

Sorry but Arya's assassination of the insurance man eats; the reluctance to carry out the plan until she knew he was a terrible person, the level of observation and her learning about his business + clients, being able to carry out a precise plan utilizing said knowledge, the display of her sleight of hand skills, her using what she's learned from the faceless men...starting to think people pearl-clutch over her so much because they know their fave could never

And there he stood, Harry the Heir himself; tall, handsome, scowling. “Lady Alayne. May I partner you in this dance?” 

She considered for a moment. “No. I don’t think so.”

Alayne I The Winds of Winter

(requested by anon)

This made me so emotional you don’t even know???

I mean THE HAIR, THE LAB COAT BUTTON, THE BLOOD IN AMBER, THE FACT BOTH JAKE AND NETEYAM HAVE A BEAD FOR SPIDER’S ADOPTION???

Credit: debscottcostumes on instagram

TOUCHY ★

🖇️ char. Neteyam x Omaticayan! fem! reader

🖇️ warn. Spicy, jealousy, fluff

🎥 In which Neteyam is an extremely affectionate boyfriend whose love language is physical intimacy, and when some Metkayinan boys start getting a bit too flirty with you, be gets jealous and sulks

A/N Just a short drabble

Neteyam was your mate, and you were his. Ever since he first hooked his eyes on you a year ago, he had been obsessed with you in every way. The way you looked at him with loving eyes, or the way you never complained whenever he held your hand while you did whatever you needed to do. You understood Neteyam loved being physically intact with you.

When he was sitting next to you, even that wouldn’t be enough. He would lay his head on your shoulder, or hold your hand, or wrap his arm around you. Around his family, he would play with your hair—the tiny unbraided strands of your goddess braids, or he would just hook a finger around yours.

He had separation anxiety, though you would never comment on it. You didn’t mind, one bit. You thought that part of him was adorable, like a little puppy.

Because you were his mate, it was decided that you would move to Awa’atlu with Jake and his family, leaving your family behind. You were heartbroken, having to leave your siblings and parents behind, but you said your goodbyes and left anyways.

When you arrived at the Pandora Reefs, Neteyam never let go of your hand, not once. But this time, it was to reassure you. When Au’nong and Rotxo stepped forward, he pulled you behind him, while they smirked.

At your new home, he huffed in displeasure. “They were looking at you.” He sulked, sitting next to you with his head on your collarbone, your body leaning against the wooden pillar, his pointer finger hooked to your pinkie.

You smiled reassuringly, shaking your head. “And I was looking at you, Neteyam.” You told him softly, playing with the bead on his braid. Your heart was full, your throat tightening at how adorable he was.

Another instance was when you were at the beach with Tuktirey, accompanying her and looking for seashells on the shallow waters. The two of you knelt on the sand, her laughing in joy. “Look, there’s one!” You laughed, pointing at a pink shell when you heard the water behind you splashing as if somebody was walking near you.

You turned around, seeing a stranger your age walking up to you with two of his friends. You furrowed your eyes. “Tuk, come here.” You whispered, ushering her.

She whimpered in fear as you grabbed her arm and pulled her behind you. You then stood up. “What’re you doing?” The boy asked, tilting his head. You gave him a dirty look. “Can I help you?” You asked, ignoring his question. His friend laughed. “We just want to get to know you, chill out.” He shrugged his shoulders, and you tried your hardest not to roll your eyes.

“I like your hair.” The third guy commented, running his fingers through some braids on your hair. “We should hangout sometime, I can show you some islands around here.” The first guy said, smiling. You huffed, frowning.

“Excuse me.” You mumbled, making sure to keep Tuk away from the guys as you walked past them, and away. “O-Okay! See you around!” The guy yelled after, and you shook your head in disbelief and sighed. Pathetic.

Unknown to you, Neteyam had seen it all. He had the urge to go in and just punch those guys square in the jaw, but after fighting the Au’nong and his friends yesterday, he was sure his father would skin him alive if he were to cause more trouble.

So instead, he stayed out of sight, and watched quietly as his nails dug into his palms. He was glad you quickly had left and even barely spoke to them, displaying your clear unliking to them, but still, he couldn’t help but feel jealous.

Later that day, when the sky was dark, you stood in your home, your back turned to the entrance as you were busy taking the leaves off of berries Kiri had picked. You heard Neteyam enter, turning your shoulder and glancing at him. “How was your day, Neteyam?” You asked, not having seen him all day. He stayed silent, which you ignored. If he didn’t want to talk, he didn’t have to talk. You respected that of him, because you had your moments too.

You heard him dropping his things on the floor, then walk up to you. Without saying a word, his hands slid around your waist, pressing himself against your back as he kissed your shoulder. You smiled, leaning your hair into him as you continued to pick at the berries. His butterfly kisses trailed up your shoulder, to your neck, and his kisses became longer. Your breath hitched as he started sucking softly on the skin on your neck, his thumb rubbing your stomach.

“Neteyam.” You whispered, turning your head slightly towards him, but he ignored you again. You were confused on why he was acting this way. His tongue pressed against the bruises on your neck, before he turned you around and kissed your lips. You immediately responded. “Netey- mm- What’s- Mmph!” You tried talking, but he kept cutting you off by kissing you, each kiss more aggressive than the last. “Shh.” He hushed quickly, before kissing you again.

You did as told, letting him pour his feelings out on you. Your fingers brushed his back, tracing his spine upwards, before lightly tugging on his hair. He pushed his lips against yours, trying to get as close as he could to you, his eyebrows furrowed. He felt goosebumps on his skin as your tail brushed up the inside of his leg. After leaving his final kiss on you, he hugged your waist, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

Surprised, you looked at him, before smiling softly and rubbing his back. “What happened, Neteyam?” You asked quietly, closing your eyes as you leaned your head against his. He was silent for a couple heartbeats, but then finally spoke. “I saw those guys trying to hit on you today.” He whispered, and it almost broke your heart—how cute he was. You laughed at his sulking sight, hugging him tighter. “Neteyam, you are too perfect for this world.” You told him, kissing his head.

Headcannon Neteyam eats alot 💀

@cinetrix ofc I love this image so damn much

Warnings : non lol sfw n all kinda short and idk if I did a head cannon right but TAAAADAAAA anyways

So let’s start off with the Na’vi people are just big being’s anyways so obviously they eat a lot much more then any human could dream.

Much more tht Neteyam well he eats more the any other grown man in the clan.

He grew up in the clan around his people so it’s more of a on going joke at this point about how does he even have any room left in his skinny body ya know.

When he was just born he would constantly cry Mo’at would simply say “my eywa he’s just hungry again” like so confused she’s delivered hundreds of babies and helped raise even more then that, but Neteyam was just a bottomless pit it seemed.

Jake and Neytiri couldn’t keep him from solid food as soon as he could crawl he was snatching food off plates and fruit out of baskets so what did Jake do? What any natural human would do, as that’s the only example he has at that point in his life.

He put it on the table and he truly believed he had handled the problem, unfortunately that just prompted the excited baby Neteyam to climb up the chair legs and on to the table as quite and quickly as can be.

Jake turned around and about had an out of body experience from the shock running through his body place Neteyam back on the floor just for him to repeat it this time right in front of his fathers watching eyes.

That was certainly the last thing he expected from his year and half old baby boy so they did start him a bit early on solids lol. He grew so did the the hunger, so for the first 6 years of his life he was as “chubby”as a Navi child can be of course that didn’t last long seeing as not only did he have a growth spurt very shortly after turning six but he began training.

Eventually him into the tall, slender, strong, and sexy Warrior he is today always providing well for the clan with hunting and gathering but of course the only thing he gets in trouble for beside the trouble his siblings bring in his rather peaceful(I CAN DREAM) life.

When the hunting party is out he has a bad habit of bringing snacks lol just a few small fruits or some dried meats his grandmother keeps in bulk for him at all times for her growing young Warrior.

Not only does it attract other predators lurking in the forest that are definitely not friends it. Drives. Jake. fucking. batty.

He gets so fucking angry when the forest is completely silent and all he can hear his son fucking struggling to eat a whole slim Jim (Jake refuses to call it anything else) in one bite without alerting anyone around him.

After moving to the reef and finding a whole new world of food options he was so fat n full after the first meal the family were a wee bit embarrassed.

Neteyam definitely had his fair share making others in their new clan stare in shock right up until you popped up the clan chef really you just organized meals in the clan and we’re in charge of the gathering of fruits and vegetables as well as medicine good leaves and vines for clothes and shelter supplies.

All you saw was ur kinda man for cooking was a great past time of yours loving to create new thing and find new spices and turn sour berries into sweet treats even tho the other women on the reaf just didn’t quite get it to you he was amazing.

His mysterious ways making him impossible to read other then the fact he clearly loves the food you would bring him and him simply returning the plate or bowl with shells and flowers spewed on top little did you know you’d be cooking for him everynight and definitely every meal after you all return to the forest but this time as his mate ❤️

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TWOW Jon Snow @ The Night’s Watch If He Wakes Up And Can't Instantly Spot His Femboy Steward/Squire And Their Puppy:

Instead of trying to manifest TWOW for 2021 I will try to manifest happiness and health for George instead

You know what I DO think that Dany should go berserk and mad but instead of burning KL she’ll just burn all the people who genuinely believe that batshit theory about her going insane