a farwalker's journal.

in which a farwalker reblogs prompts she likes, and sometimes writes things based on them. i like whump a lot. likes and follows will come from my main blog, farwalkerr. writing partner is ren c leyn (if you want your message answered privately, please mention so when sending. otherwise it'll be posted here) function send() {document.theform.submit()}

[ren-c-leyn]

For the 600 follower celebration: write about a character desperately trying to protect another.

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

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[sorenfarwalker]

You’ve outdone yourself with this one, wow! That is so gorgeous!!

[whumptober]

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.

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[ren-c-leyn]

For your 600 follower celebration: write a story about a character finding something they thought they'd lost forever years ago ♥

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

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[sorenfarwalker]

Fairy and Vampire? :D

Thank you! ♥

Fairy - What is something that you get excited about? Going to the movies ^^ I get so hyped!

Vampire - Are you currently reading any books? If so, what book(s)? I’m not currently reading any books! I’ve started a bunch on Kindle but I lost interest xD

[spectral-ask-memes]

Fantasy Asks

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? 

Jinxes- If you could be anywhere, where would you want to be? 

[one-lonely-whumperfly]

Send some asks, people!

[voidwhump]

bleb

[whumpific]

Why not? Never have done anything like this.

[ren-c-leyn]

Me, please, I'd like a poem! ♥ Congrats on the amazing milestone!!

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,

 The tales of a far walker?

[sorenfarwalker]

Reblogging this here too because IT’S JUST TOO GOOD AJSDGHJDFGJHSD ♥

[sorenfarwalker]

oops. well. it’s been like a month since I logged on :’) My energy for logging into Tumblr has been really low (thanks depression), so yeah. That’s why I’ve been majorly inactive. Sorry about that, chief!

By the way, go follow @ren-c-leyn! ♥

[thewhitehairedwitchgirl]

Me: I want to write a thing

Friends: So write it

Me:

[sorenfarwalker]

@ren-c-leyn

[sorenfarwalker]

For your shades of purple ask game, Lilac, Lavender, and Wine.

Thank you for sending in! :D

Lavender- Describe your best friend(s).

I have two. One is my amazing writing partner! (Hint, it’s you ♥) She’s a fantastic writer, always willing to help and give advice, is ambitious, and unfortunately lives so far away so we can’t visit each other 3: but we talk every chance we get and I always look forward to it ♥

My other best friend is someone who is fantastic at art. We like to share memes a lot, she has a great sense of humor, and is even a really good writer despite not being seriously into that aspect. I adore her with all my heart. (but she also lives super far away, sob)

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

Work on one of my WIP’s and actually FINISH the damn thing. I swear, I can’t complete a project for the life of me >.>

Wine- Give a random fact about yourself.

I can cross each eye individually (and both at once if I want).

[spectral-ask-memes]

Shades of Purple Asks

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? 

Wine- Give a random fact about yourself. 

[autodiscothings]

💜💜💜💜

[elizabethtarington]

This could be fun :)

[robins-whump]

“It’s you or them, darling, now who’s it going to be?” 

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.

The whumper’s gaze hardened. “Clock’s ticking.”

[sorenfarwalker]

TW: self inflicted injuries, character death (suicide

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.

But now, seeing Kaiden after all this time, almost felt like a dream. She was here, standing in front of him. His joy and confusion was so great that he barely registered that Aarid held a knife to his throat from behind, barely registered the blade in Kaiden’s hand. Until Aarid spoke.

“I hoped to run into you.” Aarid snarled into Altyr’s ear, a grin on his face. “We had so much fun last time that I thought we should get together again.”

“Kaiden, run.” Altyr ordered her. 

She was half poised to run, half poised to charge Aarid with the knife in her hands. But she didn’t move. Her eyes flickered between her friends and her tormentors, unsure what to do.

“Run!”

“She’s not going anywhere.”

“Kai, please.”

“It’s you or him, darling.” Aarid said.

Altyr’s heart clenched inside his chest when he saw her turn the blade and place it against her own stomach.

“What are you doing?!” He shouted. “Go on, get out of here! Get back to Shira where you’ll be safe!”

Kaiden’s eyes flitted between the knife tight against Altyr’s throat and the own knife in her hands, pressed against her stomach. She wavered, hesitating. Her hands trembled and her chest heaved.

A look of horror crossed over Altyr’s face and he could barely catch his breath. He shook his head. 

“Don’t do this! I’ll die, choose for him to kill me. Please.” He begged her. “Not you, please not you.”

Aarid’s gaze hardened. “Time’s ticking, love.”

"You and Rheld have done so much for me.” Kaiden started, voice shaking as much as her hands. “You saved me and gave me a life when I thought mine was over. I owe you so much.”

“Kai.” Altyr’s voice broke and he tried lurching himself into the knife, trying to make the decision for her, but Aarid wouldn’t make it that easy. He pulled the knife away and then returned it, wrapping his arm tighter around Altyr’s chest to keep him in place.

“Kai please. You can’t do this.”

“I owe you everything.” She whispered. Then, taking a few deep breaths to gather her courage and strength, jerked the knife into her stomach with a quick motion. 

The gasp that came out of her felt like the knife pierced Altyr’s own heart and he shouted. 

Kaiden collapsed to her knees, holding tight to the knife and making sure to pull it as deep as she could inside her. A cry escaped her throat as the pain settled in and she grit her teeth together, using the last of her strength to jerk the knife out. It fell from her bloodied hands to fall upon the dirt.

“Kai!” Altyr screamed, tears filling his eyes and rolling down his face. “No!”

“I was just-just returning...the favor.” Kaiden managed to gasp before falling sideways to the ground, coming to a rest on her back. Her eyes started to lose focus and stared up at the sky, a tear slipping down her temple as she heard Altyr calling to her.

Blood soaked the ground underneath her and Aarid waited until he saw her chest stop moving. Then he let Altyr go. 

The elf ran to Kaiden to collapse by her side, hands hovering over her would as the tears blurred his vision. He swept them away with the back of his arm and then gently scooped her up into his arms. 

“No, no, no. Come on, breathe. Open your eyes.” He begged her. “It can’t end, not like this. You weren’t meant to do this. It was meant to be me. Why did you have to be so foolish?!”

Her limp body lay heavy in his arms and his shoulders shook as he held her close to his chest where she would be safe. Aarid would never touch her again. 

Altyr looked up and saw his enemy was gone. The coward. He would be dealt with later. Right now he had to get Kaiden to the healer.

He stood and ran as fast as he was able to toward Shira. There was no time to spare. Kaiden was depending on him. 

Rheld was there and saw him coming, running to meet him. At this time Altyr was almost ready to collapse.

“She needs a healer!” Altyr said. “Help me with her, please!”

Rheld took Kaiden into his arms, heart sinking low when he saw she was already gone. He looked up at his friend. “Altyr...”

“What are you standing there for?!” Altyr pulled on his arm. “Get her to the healer! We can still save her.”

“Altyr, she’s gone.” Rheld said gently, fighting his own tears. “I’ll take her to the healers, but to be prepared for a burial. It’s too late.”

“You-you’re wrong.” Altyr angrily swept away his tears, furiously shaking his head. “It’s not too late. She just needs the healer, please.” His voice cracked as the realization set in. 

Deep down he knew, but ignored it because she couldn’t be dead. He refused to believe it, couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t face the fact that he watched her kill herself for him, that he failed his promise to her that things would turn out all right. But Rheld’s confirmation broke though his facade, the wall he put up to protect himself, and it was too much.

Altyr turned and ran down the beach. 

-

Hours later Rheld found his friend sitting by the waters edge, the tide coming up to lap at his feet before retreating. He silently sat before Altyr, setting a hand on his shoulder. Both their hearts were heavy with grief and for a while, neither of them spoke.

“I couldn’t save her.” Altyr said at last, staring blankly out at the waves in the ocean. “She killed herself to save me. I begged her not to, but I couldn’t stop her.”

Rheld closed his eyes and inhaled a long breath to calm himself after hearing his words. They were more painful than he could have imagined.

“How am I supposed to life with that fact?”

“I don’t know.” Rheld whispered, longing for that answer himself.

“I feel empty. I’m not sure I want this void in my heart to go away because then it’ll hurt too much.”

Rheld wrapped an arm around Altyr and pulled him close.

“We’ll get through this. Together. And one day, Aarid will pay with his life. That I swear.”

[ren-c-leyn]

The Beginning by Ren C. Leyn & Soren Farwalker

 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.

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[ren-c-leyn]

Pale Horses by Ren C. Leyn

 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.

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[cinnamonrollwhump]

Mindhunter s01e10

[gingerly-writing]

Prompt #1466

“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.

The villain began screaming soon after.

[theraen]

A mood

[ren-c-leyn]

@sorenfarwalker, I think I found your entire writing process in a single meme.

[sorenfarwalker]

;)

[sweetwhumpandhellacomf]

There is touch, and only touch.

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.

There is touch, and only touch.