#broken dishes

[sabeedraws]

whumptober #29 broken fishes

the spawn is still figuring things out with the alien limbs (& Eddie isn’t finding it difficult to break the cycle of abuse*)

*see venom (2018) #9** for Carl Brock being the absolute worst

**this is of course movie fanart, but whatever

[rileycruel]

[whumpshots]

Whumptober #29

Trope of the day: broken dishes

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The crashing sound from the kitchen makes Caretaker sit up on their chair. Their heart picks up a pace and they hurry out of their office and down the stairs.

"Is everything alright?", they ask, already entering the kitchen.

Whumpee is crouching on the floor, picking up the pieces of broken dishes, muttering something to themself through tiny sobs.

Caretaker realises that the other has not registered them, so they slowly walk up to Whumpee, crouching down in front of them. When their eyes meet, Whumpee widens theirs.

"I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, it was just too hot and I-", they ramble, hurrying to pick up the last pieces and cutting their hand in the process.

Caretaker slowly reaches out and holds Whumpee's wrists, so they can't make things worse. They have learned to say the right words by now, so they look the other in the eyes and take a deep breath, waiting for Whumpee to do the same.

"Everything is okay, dishes can be bought new if they break. Sometimes, accidents happen, and that is toally normal and fine ... okay?"

Whumpee takes a moment to nod their head, finally relaxing their tense shoulders a little.

"Okay. Let's get that cut cleaned up, arite?"

[spectralgecko]

Ft. more Zasp angst!

Palettes: Nyx8 and Bloodmoon from Lospec

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[papayabrain]

caught in a bad dream

an F1 RPF Landoscar Omegaverse whump collection by papayabrain

For Whumptober 2025

No.29: Fainting/Broken Dishes

Summary: Lando’s just come out of heat and he’s feeling good. Until he faints on the kitchen floor…

Rating: T

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: Fainting, blood, and injury.

Read on AO3 | or read below 👇🏼

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He woke surrounded by warmth, the fresh sheets wrapping him up in a therapeutic mix of lavender detergent and lingering chocolate.

As he stirred further, he found he was alone in the nest. Not uncommon for his heat breaks. His alpha would be busy replenishing snacks and hydration packs, washing sheets and cleaning up.

Lando took a quick assessment – he was lucid, well-rested, and satiated. It had been enough days now for his heat to be over. The lingering aftereffects of general fatigue and low-grade fever would leave him over the coming hours.

As he rolled over to search for his phone, a new enticing smell summoned him.

Osc must have been cooking a full meal. His body thrummed with pleasure, chirping in content knowing his alpha was taking perfect care of him.

Slipping out of the nest, he grabbed one of Oscar’s zip hoodies from the edge, as well as a clean pair of boxers from his drawers. He used the bathroom, foregoing brushing his teeth if they were going to be eating soon, before exiting the room and padding down the hallway. The food smelled ten times better out here, and he sighed with a smile as he made his way to the kitchen.

He braced himself against the doorway as he watched Osc work his magic. They were in their London flat, not far from Max’s and Harrods, and the layout meant he could stand here unnoticed as his alpha had his back to him. In Monaco, he’d have the side view from the door, and Osc would notice him immediately.

He’d been sent home from work five days ago, his heat symptoms hitting during a simulator session. Jon had taken him for tests, and Max had looked after him until Oscar could fly over to be here with him. They hadn’t had much of a chance to figure out why he’d gone into heat outside of summer or winter break. However, they were lucky that it was during their impromptu month free with two races cancelled.

Bodies were weird, so maybe it just knew. Oscar’s rut hadn’t triggered yet, though, so they’d have to see if they’d be staying here longer.

Osc turned from retrieving a can from the cupboard, placed it down once he saw him and immediately headed over. One hand to his forehead, the other against his hip, possessive but gentle. He gave a soft rumble as the omega purred.

“Didn’t think you’d be awake yet, darling. You should still be resting.”

Lando kissed him before they scented each other, his mating bite on his neck throbbing deliciously. “I’m fine, babe. I wanna help you finish. Smells fucking mint.”

“Thought we could have something more substantial. You smell like you’re close to being out of it.”

“Mm-hm. Reckon we might already be done. See how I feel later on.”

Oscar kissed him before heading back to the stove. “Jon’ll wanna clear you before you’re allowed back at the MTC.”

“Urghhhh,” he groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Can’t believe that happened at work. Could you imagine if it was at a freaking race? I’d never live it down.” He pouted, trudging into the kitchen.

There was an array of boards across the counter, Osc chopping vegetables to add to whatever he was making. He took a gander at the stove, which had a pan full of seasoned sweet potatoes. A bag of rice sat on the counter next to it.

“Vegan chilli, okay? We’re out of meat, and I didn’t wanna leave you alone or bring anyone here with some. I found a recipe that uses avocados.”

Lando melted, wrapping his arms around his alpha as he chirped again. “You’re the best!” Once he let go, he washed his hands at the sink, drying them on a tea towel. “Right, what am I doing first?”

They worked in tandem, Lando chopping up the rest of the veg, Osc manning the stove. Music blasted from the speakers, and they fried and stirred and talked and laughed while they assembled the meal. He was glad his cramps were gone, replaced by growls of hunger. His alpha made him drink water, and he purred, exchanging sips for kisses.

They were almost done, Lando going to retrieve the plates for dishing up, when Oscar hugged him from behind, kissing his neck. He smelled divine, and he shivered.

“I have a surprise for you,” he whispered.

Lando rubbed his eyes, relaxing back into his hold. “Mmm, what more could you possibly spoil me with? It’s not even either of our birthdays!”

“Call it a heat finish treat then, I don’t know! Trust me, you’ll love it.”

“Best alpha ever, you romantic sap,” Lando grinned as he turned around to kiss him.

Osc left the kitchen, and Lando got out the plates. He must have stood up too fast, though, as he instantly felt…weird. Black spots erupted in his vision. He clung to the counter for dear life, whispering his alpha’s name.

The music muffled.

His legs buckled.

The room spun.

The last thing he remembered was trying not to touch the plates.

And then nothing.

~

Oscar was in the bedroom, digging out the box from their chest of drawers, when he heard it.

Something shattering. A loud clatter, and a crash.

“Lando? Everything alright?” he yelled out, waiting for the stream of apologies or maybe for his omega to burst into tears. There was something sharp in the air, like something was wrong. And when he didn’t get an immediate answer, he was sprinting back to the kitchen, box still in hand.

It was empty.

“Lan?”

Silence other than the music.

Leaving the box on the nearest counter, he took a step before something hit his nose. Metallic. Unmistakable.

Blood.

His legs moved before his brain caught up, his alpha instincts taking over to protect his omega. Rounding the side of the island, his stomach dropped as he gazed upon Lando’s limp body. His eyes were closed, pieces of shattered plates lying all around him. And the blood. He was hurt. He’d passed out. He was bleeding.

Grabbing the phone, he switched off the hobs and the music to immediately call emergency services, grabbing any dry tea towels and even using his own t-shirt to stem the flow of blood from one of his legs.

He relayed the information. Lando was just about coming out of his heat cycle. He’d felt and seemed fine, perfectly normal. Right now, though, he was unconscious but breathing, with three lacerations to his bare legs from taking the dishes with him. Nothing was stuck in him, but Oscar was alone stemming the bleeding.

Lando gasped and whimpered when he’d been on the phone for just under forty-five seconds. He wept in relief, gently hushing him and letting him know help was on the way. When he tried to move, Oscar placed a blood-covered hand on his chest, alpha rumbling in some effort to comfort him.

“You’re gonna be okay, sweetheart. Does your head hurt?”

“Dunno,” he muttered. He reached a clumsy, shaking hand up to his head and gingerly probed at it. When he whined as he touched his left side, Oscar relayed it to the dispatcher, who instructed him to keep Lando awake and calm and that he was doing a great job.

When the paramedics arrived, he almost growled at them despite knowing they were there to help. They didn’t seem fazed, however, especially as they knew Lando was at the end of his heat. He was being a good alpha by protecting him. It was their turn to take care of him. He should do that.

One of them took him aside and gently prompted him to wash up, put on some comfy clothes, and gather any supplies he and Lando would need for the next day or so. Glad for something to do, he washed his hands in the bathroom before retrieving a new t-shirt and changes of clothes for them both. He almost forgot to include some shoes.

Grabbing Lando’s phone from the bedside table, he sent off a quick message to his parents and Jon, letting them know where to meet them. He’d have called, but it would have been too distracting. He could do so later if he got any updates before they joined him.

As he packed the bag, he added some of Lando’s favourite snacks and his papaya dinosaur, before getting the box back from the kitchen. It was a new keyring for his backpack. Well, there were actually two in the box, as it meant they’d both have one and match.

He tried to ignore the guilt that gnawed at him as he shoved on his trainers. If he’d left the surprise until after dinner, he would’ve been in the kitchen and could have caught Lando, stopped him from being injured.

The woman paramedic who’d spoken to him earlier approached him again. Lando was strapped to the gurney ready to be taken to the ambulance. He was sitting up and awake, but he looked like he was struggling with the brightness of the flat. Oscar turned off the lights and delighted in hearing him purr.

“You did everything right. He’s in good hands.” She rubbed his back with a soft smile. “These things happen sometimes, alright? It’s nobody’s fault.”

He blinked back tears, nodding. “Thanks.”

Lando was asking for him, and he was fast by his side, squeezing his hand and kissing his forehead. “I’m coming too, baby, don’t worry.”

“What about my surprise? I ruined it!” He pouted, and Oscar couldn’t help but laugh.

He stroked a hand through his hair, on the good side so he didn’t touch the sore part. “It’s in my bag. It’s coming with us to the hospital. I’ll give it to you later, promise.”

As they moved him outside, Oscar did a quick sweep of the flat to check everything was off that needed to be off, dropping some kitchen roll on the floor to soak up the remnants of Lando’s blood, before making sure he had their keys and then leaving.

When he caught up with them, Lando was whining.

“Is he in pain?” Oscar demanded. “Can you give him something?”

The paramedic shook her head. “He wants something with your scent on it.”

They’d taken off the hoodie he’d been wearing, no doubt to make sure there were no more cuts from the broken dishes Oscar might have missed.

“Oh! Fuck, sorry, yes.” He rummaged inside his bag while they loaded him up into the ambulance. Finding what he was looking for, he joined them, sitting in one of the seats next to the gurney. Holding out the stuffed dinosaur, his alpha rumbled at seeing Lando’s eyes light up.

“Bruce!”

~

<< No.28 Constellation | No.30 Mirror >>

[sushimango]

Whumptober 2025 - Day 29

The environment in this series is so beautiful despite the horrors

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Whumptober No. 29: Fainting | Broken Dishes

The warmth was blissful at first, a welcoming contrast to the sharp chill in the air during their rooftop run. Master Splinter had shooed them all out of the lair for a while so he could wrap presents without them trying to peek. When they returned Don had cranked the heater way up against their shivers and it felt amazing, almost like basking at the farmhouse in the summertime.

The only thing that could make the atmosphere cozier would be a waft of homey, mouth-watering smells so Mikey had jumped on readying the holiday meal while he thawed out.

The turkey was in the oven, the gravy was simmering and the eggs hard-boiling on two of the backburners, and Mikey was…not feeling as eager and accomplished as he’d hoped as he plopped potatoes into a pot. Instead he felt vaguely nauseated, a little claustrophobic and more than a little sticky. Slumping against the countertop, he fumbled for his mask tails to wipe his sweaty face. It was already damp from the trails beading down the back of his neck.

Phew. This heat was really not so comfortable anymore. The steam from the stovetop was blurring his vision. What was it Don was always saying, about turtle temperatures fluctuating with the environment?

“Hey, Donnie? Think maybe y’can turn th’ heater down now…?” he called, taken aback by his words slurring together. “S’ getting a little, uh—”

He wasn’t sure how that sentence was originally going to end but it was destined to end with a thud and a resounding crash as he slipped from the counter’s support, his arm sweeping the stack of plates along to shatter into countless shards like stars. Not that he could make them out through the stars already soaring across his eyeline.

That’s one way to ring in the holiday…he mused blearily, just before the ringing drowned out conscious thought and the tune of frantic footsteps scrambling toward him.

[assortedcriminality]

California Baby 🎶 - no. 29

fainting | broken dishes | last one standing

CW: death of a loved one, blood, trauma

Hero was finally making their way through the pile of dishes that had been sitting beside their sink for weeks. It had been an easy chore to forget about, to allow themself to ignore. It wasn’t like they used the kitchen much anyway. For a long time, they hadn’t bothered to eat much, and preferred takeout to cooking. They didn’t feel their body’s hunger cues anymore. Their agency-assigned psychiatrist said it was because of the trauma—like everything else wrong with them—and gave them on a nutrition plan that Hero immediately recycled. 

But they were doing something for themself. That was a good sign, wasn’t it? They were standing up instead of sleeping the day away. They had opened the curtains so that the sun shone brightly on their face. The kitchen window showed a beautiful morning sky, dotted here and there with fluffy clouds. Maybe Hero was making some progress after all, they thought as they moved to set a clean plate on the drying rack.

I’m so proud of you.

 The plate slipped through their fingers, fell to the floor, and shattered, spreading white porcelain shards over the tile. Hero gripped the edge of the counter, desperately trying to stop the sudden flood of memories. A letter appeared in their mind’s eye, penned in terribly familiar handwriting, stained with teardrops. 

Dear Hero,

If you’re reading this, then that means I didn’t make it. 

I’m so, so sorry.

Hero shook their head vehemently, as if that could expel the thoughts. They’d made it past this. They didn’t have to relive it again, frozen with shock and overwhelmed with devastating grief, sobbing for hours until they passed out from exhaustion. 

I want you to know that I’m so proud of you. You’ve grown so much from when you were just a child, a wild spitfire, eager to help make the world a better place. I am forever grateful that I had the chance to take you under my wing. 

Long hours in the training room, well into the night. Learning alongside their future teammates, or alone with the person they looked up to most in the world. 

This life isn’t for everyone, nor is it at all safe. You’ve lost so many friends to resignation, injury, and death. Sometimes, it will seem like an inevitability that you’re next. But you are incredibly strong, Hero, and I know that you have what it takes to keep going. 

Once, Hero had thought them infallible. Now, they knew that they were wrong about at least one thing, because Hero didn’t have what it took. Not at all. 

You are the bravest, smartest, kindest, most resilient person I’ve ever met. I have always admired how much you love this world. It has been the honor of my life to teach you and watch you flourish. I wish I could have seen more, because I know you’ll never stop surpassing my expectations. You were born to do this, to fight for good. 

But how could Hero ever do that without them? They used to feel so in love with their life, with the people and places around them. Now, they just felt cold, the neon city lights were so harsh, judgemental. This broken-glass world seemed to always be ready to cut them to pieces. 

This will be difficult for you. Healing isn’t linear, and you must forgive yourself for needing time to grieve. Sometimes, it might seem like there’s no sun in the darkness. But there is. I hope you’ll see it someday. Maybe it feels like you’re being thrown to the wolves now, without my guidance. But I’ve taught you everything you need to be able to succeed. You will find others who will love you like I do, the way I know you long for. You’ve already found the place you belong. Your heart is so big, and there are so many people that deserve to be in it. 

It was as if millions of demons surrounded them at all times, mocking them, making them paranoid and forcing them into isolation. Unendingly sweet, unrelentingly tortured. Their soul was damned to loneliness, as if they had already died young but their ghost was still trapped on this plane. 

Promise me that you won’t blame yourself for what’s happened. Everything I’ve done has been my decision, and none of it was in any way your fault. I am sorry that my actions have led to the hurt you’re feeling now. But I have always done what I believe is the right thing, and I wouldn’t change anything I’ve done for the greater good. 

They had disappeared into the sunrise that day, before Hero woke up, without telling anyone they were leaving. The reports said they had died by bleeding out. When Hero saw their body, they had at first been convinced they were sleeping, because despite the blood, they wore a soft smile. 

Please take care of yourself for me, Hero. And never forget that you are loved more than you could ever imagine. 

Keep chasing the stars. 

—Mentor

Hero let out an agonized sob, tears streaming down their cheeks, and screamed into the sunshine.  

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I absolutely love this song, the violin at the end is everything