#I guess it’s a little bit whumpy?

[eightcure]

Some Danny phantom sketches for the void

[save-the-villainous-cat]

The hero let out a wet groan, pushing themselves up as the blood ran down their side. It was in itself a funny feeling.

It was a good feeling.

Absolutely no one in this rotten city was able to challenge them. Physically, they were stronger. Mentally, they were quicker. And their dedication, their devotion was like a holy prayer that guided them through their nights.

The hero knew it wasn't a good thing - the longing for a challenge, the desire for an opponent that could actually make them a better fighter. It was a dangerous wish and they had to remind themselves regularly why they were doing this job in the first place.

To do good. To be good. Not to find someone who was their very own nemesis.

However, with the villain's boot on their ribs and that brutal nature of theirs, the hero was struggling not to find this utterly satisactory.

"Yeah, right there," the hero wheezed. "Make me scream."

The villain tilted their head and tutted, nearly bored of the hero's games. They let out a sigh and grabbed the hero's hair, yanking them up.

Another wheeze.

And the villain crouched, holding the hero by their hair. Very close. Very intimate.

"Do you think I am stupid?" the villain asked. Their lips brushed the hero's ear and despite the pain, or maybe because of it, the hero could only concentrate on the adrenaline rushing through their body.

"No," the hero said. They had to grin. Sometimes, they wished they could devour the villain, that they could change them and ultimately, that they could control them.

The hero knew it wasn't right. They knew it wasn't good. But they had never felt this kind of obsession towards anyone. In previous relationships, they hadn't gotten jealous, they hadn't gotten angry. They had never struggled like this. They had never doubted themselves like this.

"I know your dirty little secret," the villain said. "I know you like me. You like this."

"I didn't try to hide it," the hero said.

"Not from me. But the public."

"What are you trying to...?"

"Oh, poor hero," the villain murmed. "See, the difference between you and me is, that I do not care about you. If this gets to one, just one flimsy reporter, the people will turn against you. I can ruin your entire career. Your entire life."

The hero had miscalculated. Obviously, they hadn't expected their nemesis to feel the same. But they also hadn't expected them to tell the public. To use the public against the hero. It was a little shameless. But the hero was even more disgusted by their admiration for it.

"So?" the hero asked. Losing the public was a detrimental loss, that much was clear. But was it even measurable next to the fights with the villain? Did it even matter? When the hero could feel this euphoric? This alive? When had the public ever made them feel that way? "I would still have you."

"I do not love you," the villain argued. "You're not as important to me as you think."

"Give it some time," the hero said. "You will love me, don't worry. Everyone does."

The villain simply laughed at that. It was nearly soft. Or maybe the hero wanted it to be. It didn't matter.

"I have to admit, I am quite interested in what you have in store for me. How will you act once the public calls you a traitor? What will you do when I refuse to fight you? You are-" with their index finger, the villain traced the hero's thoat "-so very unique."

"Is that attraction?"

"Obligatory interest."

"And you say you're not in love."

They stared at each other until, finally, the villain dropped them. They cleared their throat and tilted their head. But the hero swallowed blood when their head nearly smashed against the concrete floor.

"I like toying with you, that is all."

"Sure," the hero said. They clutched their heart, tried to breathe. Being close to the villain was a gift, no matter how much it hurt. The hero loved it, loved their words, loved their personality, loved the challenge. It was insane, the hero felt completely deranged. "Whatever helps you sleep at night."

And the hero was excited. So very excited for the next weeks.

[cuteniarose]

Me: *creates an OC*

Me: *heavily implies OC will meet a bad fate*

OC: *meets bad fate*

Me:

(Alternatively, I may have started it, but @katkastrofa enabled me and now I’m losing my mind)

[diancite]

feels good to be in enough of a kick to properly plan out some stories that have been swimming in my head for ages.

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

The whump in Escape from Earth-2 is just so interesting (as someone who’s watched it countless times and is currently watching it again). Here’s some thoughts (coherence will vary):

Jay goes completely still whenever Zoom shows up (aside from some shaking). Makes me wonder if he has a freeze response tbh.

Jesse on the other hand, backs away as much as she can, even trying to hide behind the pillar she’s chained to. And holy shit she looks so terrified— how could this trauma be swept under the rug so horribly??? Sigh

And godssss I have so many thoughts about Barry in this episode but I’ll just say a few *narrator voice* She did not, in fact, say ‘a few��. His Enter Zoom trauma is definitely in the background of this episode and the scene at the end of Welcome to E2. He’s so clearly scared, not just for himself but for Jesse, every time Zoom shows up and he tries to hide it (not very successfully imo). And he doesn’t actually talk to Zoom until Zoom enters his cell. Now there could be any number of reasons for that but I think it’s cause he couldn’t risk provoking Zoom into hurting Jesse (or Jay), but once Zoom was in his cell, he knew he’d be the one paying for it if he did. (Though that moment’s also when he figured out how to escape, and we know that Barry gets a little cocky when he thinks he has the upper hand— tbh I think it was a combo of those factors). Also don’t get me started on how Barry doesn’t even try to fight Zoom (in any of the scenes) because he knows he can’t beat him. (And again— he can’t risk Zoom hurting anyone. His nightmare where Zoom kills Patty comes to mind… You can’t tell me he didn’t have more of those. You can’t tell me he didn’t have at least one nightmare of Zoom dropping Cisco off that roof. And guess who’s right there in the lair in that scene). Anyways.

When Zoom phases into Barry’s cell, Jay shakes his head a little bit, almost like he knows exactly what’s going to happen. Filing this under ‘evidence that Zoom tortured Jay’

A Jay moment that absolutely stabs my heart is about half a second after Barry runs out of Zoom’s lair. First, he kind of hit his fist to the glass a little bit, in sync with Barry. Then Barry runs off and he gives the glass another small hit, and after that his head lowers ever slightly and he slumps a little bit into the glass— gods just watch the scene I can’t explain it well enough but GODS IT HURTS— SOMEONE GIVE HIM A DAMN HUG. Everyone else got away, but he was left behind with Zoom. I’m just *lies face down on the floor and sobs*

AND DON’T THINK I’M DONE TALKING ABOUT JESSE. “I used to think I could escape too… but there’s no way out.” Does anyone else remember that she was tied to the ceiling of her cell with rope at first? Just how unlikely is it that she got out of that rope and tried to escape? But Zoom caught her, threw her back in the cell, and made sure she couldn’t do that again by using a chain/manacle instead. Of course she’d feel hopeless after that. Nope I’m not done. Remember how defiant, how confident she was in the very beginning too? “[Harry]’ll find me, he’ll save me, and then he’ll kill you.” We know that Zoom canonically tortured her, and of course, that’s the quickest way to squash out defiance but still. That transition from anger and defiance, to that fear we see when Cisco vibes her off of Harry in Enter Zoom, to the Earth-2 episodes where she’s completely hopeless and just resigned to her situation (until Barry talks to her at least). It’s just so whumpy all the way around and I want to hug her.

Alright and now I have to circle back to Barry because THIS SCREENCAP—

I could look at this all day. GODS. The LONGING. He’s seeing Harry and Jesse reunite, and he’s happy for them, of course, but at this point he doesn’t think he can get out. Killer Frost hasn’t unfrozen Jesse’s manacle so he doesn’t see any other options or possibilities except for everyone else to escape— and leave him behind. He wants to get out so so bad, he wants to leave with them and go home but he doesn’t think he can. In this moment, to him, it’s either they leave without him or Zoom shows up and kills them all. And if it comes down to his everyone elses’ safety and lives versus his own— there’s no choice to make.

[whumpofalltime]

whump of all time

SEMIFINALS!

Find links and propaganda under the cut. Quarterfinalist and later match-ups are untagged, so your votes and reblogs matter!

Once Upon A Time:

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"There's blood, wounds, captivity, bondage, a slow-dipping-mechanism, a big rescue, and excellent acting by Colin O'Donoghue - who delivers the tiniest whimper and the most delectable of trembles for our whump-loving eyes to devour!" ~ @killian-whump

"[...] Killian was BROKEN. Absolutely and heart-wrenchingly devastated. He was tortured within an inch of his life (… or death, I guess) and practically left to slowly drop into a pit of eternal despair.

Killian was not easy to break. He would get injured and get back up with a sneer and an "I'm alright love you should see the other guy".

But to reach that point? The point of telling Emma she should have kept herself safe instead of saving him from this torment, to hold on to her like she was his lifeline, to SMILE that small smile from the first bit of hope he'd gotten since he ended up there?

The relief upon watching this episode for the first time was visceral. For two episodes we knew Hook was being tortured, we saw him try and fail to limp to safety, we saw his resolve and defiance desperately hold on, we saw him accept his fate, we saw him preferring to be tortured further than hurt his friends… And then he got saved! And he had no witty comeback, no effort to hide his pain. He just fucking collapsed in the arms of his beloved, of his saviour, and held on for a moment to realize that it was real, she was there, he was finally safe.

Add to that some amazing, jaw-dropping, emotional acting by Colin O'Donoghue, how can you get any better than that?

Anyway vote for ouat. Because this whole torture mini arc existing is probably what caused a chain reaction of me understanding and accepting I love whump, so. I wouldn't be here torturing blorbos if it weren't for it 🤣" @piracytheorist

"god tier acting" ~ @caliburn-the-sword

The Young Blood Chronicles (Save Rock and Roll's music videos, Fall Out Boy):

(link)

"Everyone gets bloodied, bruised, beaten up, tortured, rescued, limbs are amputated - it's brutal. Alone Together is particularly strong."

sorry for being late, but you want YBC propaganda? then you're getting YBC propaganda. I know you're a FOB fan, but I will be writing this for the benefit of those who don't know what YBC is, for better propaganda purposes! and yeah this is gonna be LONG. sorry.

So! The Youngblood Chronicles (shortened to YBC) is a series of 11 music videos made by the band Fall Out Boy, for their album Save Rock And Roll (you know this album, it's the one with My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark on it). The whole thing is quite short, less than fifty minutes long (even shorter if you don't count the uncut version's credits!!), and every single music video has some element of whump in it. This propaganda is gonna break down each individual music vid, and at i'll also talk a little bit about the irl context the album was written in, and why even THAT can be a little bit whumpy if you're insane like me!

(note: i'm going in the original release order over the uncut order, hence why i'm starting with MSKWYDITD instead of The Phoenix)

My Songs Know What You Did In The Dark: Arguably the least whump-y out of all of them, but man, seeing all of Fall Out Boy's discography and memorabilia be burnt while people are dancing around the destruction? Man, when you know the real life stuff (the reception the band had in 2009, leading to them to take a three year hiatus)... and at the end, you see four guys bound in the back of a van!! And that van is getting burnt!! Burn everything you love and burn the... ashes.

The Phoenix: NOW here's the first of MANY whump tastes you'll get. Patrick Stump, the singer/cutie of the band, gets kidnapped, tied to a chair, has his hand CHOPPED OFF and mailed to his bandmate/best friend Pete Wentz, then gets tied down and utterly tortured by women who are laughing at his misery the entire time, getting prodded and stabbed by tools for... well, you'll see. By the end of the video, Pete and the other two members of FOB (Joe Trohman and Andy Hurley) have been kidnapped by these mysterious women too, with Pete specifically getting kidnapped by the blonde woman he was in bed with when Patrick's hand got delivered to him. If you enjoy cute boys getting tied down, covered in blood, and writhing around like worms while getting tortured... well you'll enjoy all of YBC but specifically you'll enjoy this!! I did :D! The war is won, before it's begun, release the doves, surrender love...

Young Volcanoes: Good news, FOB has been reunited! Bad news, by the women who dismembered Patrick! And now all the band members are tied to chairs, hooked up to IVs full of god knows what types of drugs, and blindfolded (all except Patrick). They are then forced to drink, snort hard drugs, and are force fed Patrick's organs! Yep, all four of them are forced to eat their lead singer's guts, and are so fucking drugged up they don't even realize what's happening (and now you know what the women were doing to him in the last mv, and you even get a nice little shot of the hack job of stitching him back up)!! Patrick hallucinates everyone having fun, but of course, at the end, all of them are knocked out because of the drugs. Americana, exotica, do you wanna feel a little beautiful baby?

Alone Together: This is the song the OG propaganda mentioned, and for good reason. All four of them are shipped off into little personalized torture rooms, and, well, tortured! Pete is able to break out and even steals the hook from the girl who was torturing him, but little does he know that'll be his own undoing... also, in general, this song has some whumpy elements, specifically the line "my heart is like a stallion/they love it more when it's broke-in"... but notice how easy it is to hear "broke-in" as "broken"! At the end of the video, Pete is at least able to find Patrick (Joe and Andy have NOT been having a good time, either!! But sadly, they aren't found by Pete, but Pete DOES find Big Sean), and is even able to attach the hook to the stump (ha!) where his hand used to be. But something is clearly wrong with Patrick now. His eyes are yellow, and as the song ends, we hold on him, sneering and twitching. This is the road to ruin - and we're started at the end...

The Mighty Fall: First off if you say this is the worst song off of SRAR I will hunt you for sport. OKAY ANYWAYS, chronologically this comes after MSKWYDITD, and yeah, the four guys are the members of FOB. Pete is able to free himself with Patrick's new hook hand, and is able to get the other three out while Pete is hacking up a lung from the fire they just barely escaped. But they're not done getting their shit rocked yet. A gang of children show up (the leader being the kid Patrick waved at right before he was kidnapped back in the Phoenix MV), and proceed to separate them and beat the living shit out of them. The leader kid who's chasing Patrick plays something on a boombox... which triggers Patrick to go yellow-eyed again (from here on out i'll call it "going Youngblood" or "Youngblood self"). It was confirmed in the commentary track that ANY music would cause him to go Youngblood. And knowing Patrick IRL fucking loves to create/compose music... yeah! Take something he loves and turn it into something that drives him insane!! I'm normal!! And also the irl parallel you could draw to his solo career doing the same thing to him (on a less uh Dramatic level but you know)!!! Ouch!!!! Big Sean is able to save Patrick, but at the cost of his own life (and a killer rap verse... HELL YEAH I'M A DICK GIRL, ADDICTED TO YOU). Oh, how the mighty fall in love...

Just One Yesterday: The last vestiges of comfort you're gonna get for a WHILE. The four are separated, getting even more beaten up, Pete vomits up a snake, Andy gets his shit rocked by a homeless guy, Joe has to use white sheets as a makeshift tourniquet bc his leg got fucked up in The Mighty Fall MV, and Patrick is picked up by a kind stranger (hi Foxes! you have a very pretty voice! PLEASE KEEP YOUR HANDS ON THE STEERING WHEEL!). And finally, finally we get a hope spot. Fall Out Boy is reunited (the part where Andy just grabs onto Patrick's arm, in disbelief they're both alive... augh!!! AUGH!!!!), and for a moment, it seems they've been delivered to a hospital... before Foxes' eyes go completely black, looking at Patrick... and turns on the radio. She's able to trigger the Youngblood. And now Patrick is gone. The other three scramble into the hospital, Patrick not far behind, determined to kill them to stop the noise in his head. If Heaven's grief brings Hell's reign, then I'd trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday...

Where Did The Party Go: Patrick, now fully consumed by the Youngblood brainwashing, is now stalking his bandmates in a hospital. Patrick is seeing visions of the hospital as an abandoned party, Andy has to painfully disinfect the wounds he's gotten, Pete is able to call for the police, and Joe... oh, poor Joe. He barricades himself into a room, but not well enough. Patrick finds him, and kills him, slitting his throat with the hook hand, showing no remorse at all... until Andy and Pete find them. The Youngblood wears off, and Patrick looks to what he's done, and is horrified at what he's done to his friend. And, bad news for him, the police are here, ready to arrest the murderer. All Andy and Pete can do is watch as tears roll down Patrick's eyes. And for the extra IRL context, this was the first song written for the album that made Pete and Patrick realize they had to get FOB back together... so lets match that with a music video where the member who helped get the band together in the first place dies. By the hands of the kid he found. Let's fade away together, one dream at a time...

Death Valley: Joe gets... uh, a little comfort? I mean, he thinks he's getting sent to heaven but goes to hell, buuuuut I think doing drugs in rock and roll hell with Tommy Lee is actually a pretty sweet deal, better than the deal the other three got! Pete and Andy are being interrogated while Patrick is in a jail cell. We find out that the cult that kidnapped them, Silence the Noise, is lead by Pete's girlfriend from WAAAAY back in the Phoenix MV, Courtney Love. And at the end of the MV... Patrick is bailed out of jail by Silence the Noise. They have him again. And this time, they're not gonna let him walk out until he's fully under their control. 'Cause tonight it's just fire alarms and losing you...

Rat a Tat: Silence the Noise has Patrick, and they utterly brainwash him, A Clockwork Orange style, with electroshock stimulation to keep him from looking away or closing his eyes, until there is nothing left. Patrick Stump does not exist anymore. Only the Youngblood, pliant under the control of Silence the Noise, tasked to destroy what he once loved; music. Andy dies at the hands of the cult, and now Pete has to protect a briefcase, the thing that got them into this mess, and keep it away from Silence the Noise, all while his best friend hunts him down. Are you ready for another bad poem?

Miss Missing You: THE WHUMPIEST OF THE WHUMP. What if we were best friends but you've been driven insane and I know the only way to stop you is to kill you and it was my fault you got into this mess and I was the one who gave you the weapon that will be my own undoing. What if we both died at the same time. What if we died, both of us failing the mission we had before us. What if that was a reference to one of their first music videos. What if this song was originally written for Patrick's solo album but he realized it was more of a Fall Out Boy song so it was scrapped until now. What if there's a legit argument to be made that half the lyrics for this song was written by Patrick. What if we were both boys. Grips walls, yeha i'm normal. If you don't watch ANY other music vid, watch Miss Missing You. Sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger. The person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger.

Save Rock And Roll: And our final track gives us a final bit of comfort. Patrick is able to overcome the Youngblood, and gets into heaven, where all of FOB is finally, finally reunited. God (aka Elton John) gives them new instruments and brings them back to earth, so they can do what they love; play music together. Which just so happens to release people from the control of Silence the Noise! But, because we can't have nice things, a cult within Silence the Noise got a hold of the briefcase, and summoned a spirit that starts to kill everyone. FOB stands together, and blasts the evil spirit, the blood coming up to the gates of heaven and covering Elton John in it. And... that's how it ends. No true resolution. Just Elton John covered in blood, as the song fades out. Oh, no! Wherever I go, go! Trouble seems to follow! I only plugged in to save rock and roll!

UH. AGAIN I APOLOGIZE FOR THE LENGTH. but i really wanted to express just how much WHUMP they manage to fit into less than fifty minutes, all backed by an amazing album colored by the three years they were apart. colored by how they grew, colored by how bad the hiatus was for Patrick specifically, colored by how Confessions of a Pariah got Pete to reach out to help him, and this album came out of it, Fall Out Boy came back out of it, and now here we are, ten years later, with the title track being performed every night for their concert, with all the band singing the final lines together, and the line you are what you love, not who loves you hitting every single night.

SORRY. LISTEN TO FALL OUT BOY. thanks for letting me rant.

[where-is-my-whump]

So I did a little something...for everyone who can't wait for the new Hudson & Rex episode.

(@hurt-comfort-cache @natk2002 @aceofwhump @somefandomcontent @nerdywalkingencyclopedia @whumpookies @gloriousharmonylover @cici-25 @cold-weather-means-cold-toes and a lot more)

May not be perfect but it's something.. I hope you'll enjoy it;)

a short whumpy fanfiction

A poisonous cut

John Sheppart a 35 year old male was jogging the same route along the beach like he does everyday. Today he noticed something in the water. At first John thought it's a tree that's floating in the water from last nights storm but at a second glance he realized that's it not a tree...it's a human body.

He just stood there...looking at the body. There was no movement. Slowly Sheppart takes one step after the other. The shorter the distance between him and the corpse gets the faster his heart beats. Just one step left. John's heart is nearly beating out of his chest. He really didn't wanted to do this but also couldn't move on like he hasn't seen anything.

Sheppart could have had a normal day but now he stands here looking at the back of a lifeless person. John hasn't any hope that he could do something for the person but still... he puts his hand at a slow pace on the body's shoulder and turns it around.

He flinshes back. Nearly falls over. He has to fight against the urge to throw up. Never in his whole life has he seen anything like this. It turns out he looked into the face of a dead women. Her skin was greasy and changed colors to a light blue. Her eyes are fully open. So is her mouth. Sheppart didn't even wanted to take a second look at her but something inside him had to.

For what he saw before finally throwing up the corpse doesn't show any signs of violence. No blood. No open wounds. He was sure that the women drowned. But is he right? That's someone's else's job to do.

What do you think?

Charlie and Sarah are standing next to the body. Well I'm not sure. For me right now it looks like she drowned but to be sure I need her in my lab.

Alright. Let me guess...no identification no nothing?

Sarah smirks a little bit. No. Would be to easy hm? Now Charlie is the one smiling. Call me if you find out anything. Hudson takes a few photos of the woman's face. I'll talk to Jesse. Maybe he can find out who this young lady is.

Yeah alright.

Soon after Charlie gets in his car and drives with Rex in the back away.

In the meantime the body gets transfered to the headquarter, so Sarah can examine her. It'll be shocking what's she's going to find out.

Charlie...I got something. Says Sarah on the phone.

Yeah me too. You go first.

Charlie she didn't drown. She was murdered.

Yeah well and I know who our victim is. Her name is Lydia West. Her boyfriend reported her missing two days ago.

Two days?!? She's probably dead since four days.

They both breath in and say: So we got a suspect.

Looks like it Yeah. Charlie smirks.

Oh and Sarah?

Yeah?

You said she was murdered? How did she die?

Well at first I noticed there wasn't any water in her lungs what means-

-Charlie interrupts her-

She was already dead when she fell in the water or before someone put her there.

Sarah has a look of surprise in her face.

Your getting good at this.

Charlie laughs.

Isn't this a part of my job? Sorry for interrupting you. Please continue.

With pleasure Mister Hudson. Also her blood results came positive for a deadly substance. The essence was probably injected through a small laceration on her skin. Like a broken glass that was dipped in the substance before. She wasn't able to breathe. The essence caused her lungs to collapse.

Oh God. Sounds painful.

It is. We need to find the person who did this.

Already on it. I'm on my way to her boyfriend right now.

Alright. Please be careful. Love you.

Love you too.

Charlie hanks up. Sarah still has her phone in her hands. She's so lucky to have Charlie as her boyfriend. He would never hurt her.

-Knock knock-

Charlie and Rex are standing infront of Lydias boyfriends home.

Hm.. Looks like no one's home.

Rex.

On command he sniffs around the house. Until a sudden noise appeared. Broken glass falling on the ground.

Charlie takes his gun out of the holster around his hips. He puts his hand on the doorhandle and pulls her down. To his surprise the door opened. With a light touch against the door he could see into the house. Everything was a mess. Pictures laying broken on the floor. He could see more clothes on the floor than parts of the wood flooring.

Hello? I'm Detective Charlie Hudson from the St. John's Police Department. I just wanna ask you some questions about your girlfri-

Someone attacked him from behind. You can hear wood braking apart. The suspect had a barstool in his hands and fought with it until he took out a sharp object. Charlie fought back as much as he could but Lydias boyfriend was faster. He cut Charlie directly in the inside of his elbow.

Hudsons knees couldn't hold him anymore. One foot after the other collapsed. He fell to the ground. Rex was locked out . The suspect closed the door so he needs to find a way in. In the meantime the suspect left through the door on the back.

Charlie lies there in pure panic, not able to do anything. Every breath he takes his lungs collapse more. He tries to pull out his mobile phone. After a few tries he did it. Charlie's not able to hold the phone. He coughs. Pressing his eyelids together in distress. Finally he did it. Sarah's name appears on the display.

Heeeyyy Charlie. What's up?

Charlie can't talk, nearly can't breath nore move. He just gasps for air.

Charlie? Is everything OK?

He tries to say something. His lips are moving...S...a...r...a...h. But Sarah can't hear it. She just hears Rex his barking and noices she can't identify.

She notices somethings not right.

Charlie, honey, I'm coming. Ok. I'm coming. I have your location on my phone. Oh God. I'm coming.

JESSE call an ambulance. Somethings wrong with Charlie. I'm sending you the adress!!!

She didn't even look at him. Sarah just had one thing in her head.

Charlie is still on the line but he lost his consciousness.

Charlie? Can you hear me? Charlie say something pls. Sarah's crying. She can't loose him. Everything was perfect. They made their partnership official, told everyone. They even talked about a marriage. But not about someone dying.

I'm coming. I'm coming.

Rex finally found a way in and lays next to Charlie. He licks Hudsons face.

Just a few seconds later Sarah arrived. She jumped against the door. She nearly flew out of the wall.

Omg. Charlie!

She knees down. Searches for a pulse. Nothing. Her forensic instincts kicked in and noticed the cut on Charlie's arm. It has to be what she was thinking. The same substance that killed Lydia.

She rushed back to her car and got her emergency drug kit. This includes the antidote that Charlie needs.

Just hold on. One second.

She handles the kit like she didn't do anything else in her life. After she filled the syringe, she injected Charlie the antidote. At the same time the paramedics arrive.

Come on Charlie...breath, breath.

Tears are forming around Sarahs eyes.

Nothing.

The paramedics are walking over to Sarah. She tells them what happend.

Alright. We need to inturbate. Please step aside.

Sarah listens to the paramedics. She knows they will do what's right.

Empty packages of medical supplies lay everywhere.

The tubus was placed. One paramedic started with the cpr, the other one pumped air in Charlies lungs.

...29...30... checking pulse

Sarah pushes herself against the wall. Surrounding her legs with her arms. Tears falling on her jeans. Little dark spots appear. She wispers Charlie, come on. Don't leave me alone. Come on breath.

28...29...30 I got a pulse!

The worst minutes in her life finally ended.

Thank god.

She stands up and walks over to the still unconscious Charlie. Sarah strokes his forehead gently.

The paramedics transfer Charlie on a stretcher. We're bringing him to the hospital. You can ride with us but the dog needs to stay here.

A look of disappointment builds up in Sarahs face.

It's ok, you can go. I'll bring Rex back to the station.

Sarah turns around. Oh Jesse. Thank you.

Jesses standing in the doorframe. He just arrived.

Sarah hugs him and follows the paramedics to the ambulance. She sits down next to Charlie, continues to gently pet over his head and says...Everythings gonna be okay...I'm here. The doors closed and the ambulance drove away.

I chose an open end so you can move on with your little imagination until we see what's really about to happen hehe

[fallloverfic]

hey hey so glad to have found you on tumblr. it was a bit hard for me to find content creators for ennead on this site, oddly enough

i saw some of your ask me prompts and i was wondering if you could do 4 and 10?

Hello!! And welcome :3 Thank you for the ask!! And yeah, tumblr is very quiet for the fandom. Twitter, pixiv, Ao3, and instagram are far more hopping.

I think this is for the ENNEAD ask me meme, so I'll answer based on that!

4. Who is your favorite character (if you have one)?

Shockingly I know, after publishing 48 fanfics that star or otherwise feature him in some fashion... it is Seth alkdjaldja he is best boi for me. Sad man, angry man. Love him. He's beautiful, he's tragic, he's fun. I love the way Mojito is exploring so many things with him, whether it's suicidal ideation, self-destructive tendencies, self-blame for things that are out of your control, cycles of violence, anxiety, responsibility... Just a lot of things. I love his power set (no pun intended). Shapeshifter characters have been my favorites since I was little (big fan of werewolves and shifters generally, and always have been, pretty sure it's why The Little Mermaid and other similar stories about water people who can change their shape have always stuck with me), especially when they can like dissolve into particles and reform. And I love his relationship with Horus. He's also really smart and can be quite thoughtful and I love how creative he is. Also I love when he gets into Situations. Angsty, whumpy man.

Second place is Horus. I love him so much. He's gorgeous, he's such a fun character, and he's hilarious. And his wings are so gorgeous T-T He and Seth are so cute and I go feral whenever I see them.

I like most of the cast, though.

10. How do you think ENNEAD will end?

I don't have good luck with guessing what Mojito will do intentionally, so take this with a lot of grains of salt lol I do have some luck doing it unintentionally when I write things into fics with like, "This would be cool if it happened", and then it kind of does lol And I do have some luck guessing what she won't do, so. Anywho.

We know Horuseth is the endgame ship, so they'll end up together. I assume they'll rule Egypt together in some fashion or, worst case, go off into the sunset together. Seth will fully get his powers back and the curse will be resolved. I imagine whatever's going on with Hathor's mirror will also be resolved (I think Nephthys was split into two people, and she'll be recombined and get all her memories back, and I think Hathor did it to take revenge for Ra). I'm still on the fence for whether Horus will actually "ascend" properly or not, or what that'll look like. He's kind of a strange demigod (Nut calls him the "link between the gods and humankind" (S02E44)), so I wonder if he won't actually ascend/he already has. But his ascension might also just be different than other gods, at which point I think Isis will step aside and let him rule fully on his own, with her help as needed. He doesn't marry Hathor. She gets booted out of Heliopolis. I also don't personally think he's going to lose his memory. He could, but on top of the circumstances around the whole "ascension involves memory loss" thing being still kind of unclear and questionable, he's a special kind of demigod/god, and his power involves knowing things. I think he'll be fine.

I assume Osiris will be defeated in Duat in some fashion (possibly by Seth, Horus, Anubis, and maybe FG) and just be stuck down there, stewing (Mojito likes sticking to the original mythology in a lot of ways, and I don't think she'd like... perma-dissolve Osiris of all people), and he and Anubis will be on more of a balanced power stance, and just sort of share a power domain. I feel like part of ENNEAD's conclusion will involve Anubis leaving his control and just coming into his own power entirely. And he gets his memories of Seth back to some degree.

I assume FG will head home after/around when we learn his name and the Egyptians will be like "huh, well idk who that was, but whatever, I guess we'll keep an eye on [FG's home country], though." Which... if it's Greece or Rome... -cringes a little-

I also hope that Anubis will have a heavily implied partner of some kind. It's not gonna be Seth, and I don't really think it'll be Khnum, much as I love that ship (though I'm rooting for it fully and he's as likely as anyone), but it could be Isis, too. Mojito did do some Anubis/Isis art years ago. I just want him to not be so alone.

I think Isis, Seth, and Nephthys will reconcile to some degree. I don't know that they'll be very close, but I think they will be on speaking terms, though I honestly think Seth and Nephthys are the least likely of the group for this to happen with. It depends on whatever is actually happening with the mirror. Seth and Isis are already on the path to reconciliation. Nephthys is the only actually sort of static one.

If anyone would like to ask more questions, here's the meme again :D

(If this is for the fanfiction author ask me meme I linked, I can answer that one, too! I just didn't know which meme it was, and assumed based on context it was the ENNEAD one)

[wander-wren]

got another bot-spam comment on ao3, but this one is extra weird. let’s do some investigating!

for those not in the know, The Haunting is my dark whumpy “todoroki gets adopted by aizawa” fic. it’s also 60k words long. so right away i’m doubting this person read it. that plus the generic vibes? bot comment. but i’m also pretty sure i’ve heard of this channel before, specifically because it wasn’t crediting authors. hm. so i go check it out: http://www.youtube.com/@DnWhatIf

first of all, these are the videos i’m greeted with:

now, i don’t want to bash anyone’s taste, but this is so extremely not my thing. nooooo way. some of these read more like crackfic, which is fine, but tonally the difference is SO much. and just makes it even more glaringly obvious that they aren’t reading the fics they’re spamming or even giving them a cursory once-over (or putting strong filters on the bot? i’m not clear how bot comments work)

because this is the first thing you see about The Haunting:

i’m guessing, if it wasn’t completely random, it’s the fact that i tagged izuku as a character. and really it’s just lazy, the whole thing. it’s all bots. ai art in the thumbnail, ai voice reading the fic, bot making comment spam for you. zero respect. if this was an actual podficcer i would consider it! hell, i might even accept ai voice readings (MAYBE), if it was obvious there was a human person who cared behind them. it could certainly be a tool for good, since podficcing isn't very common (we love you podficcers. if i had a little bit more confidence i would be one of you).

but anyway, hang on, lets back up a step, because the whole reason i looked into this was the credits issue. the video “what if deku became a teacher at ua” (ugh) (i hate the title gimmick also) is going to be my guinea pig.

so in the little intro (also done by ai), it says “all credits to their respective authors” which, yikes. however, they do link to their permission statement and the fic in the description, so it….could be worse. but also, these are the comments

(and it continues like that for a bit)

the channel name also has a 4.0 after it [edit: it did when i started this post, then i got distracted for two days, and now it is gone. hm], which implies they’ve had a lot of trouble with keeping it up. so it seems likely that this is the channel i heard about stealing fics, they just finally learned to get permission and give credit to try and keep it up this time. the permission statement on this video is real (i wondered if they would just link to something else and assume no one would check), but even THAT author references being “freaked out” (positive?? unsure) when they heard of people finding their story on youtube. before giving permission to upload with credit. so that’s not great

also this sludgepit of content is absolutely the thing that attracts people with no patience clamoring for updates literally one day after the video goes up. go figure. bad vibes all around.

also, if you’re wondering about the quality of the reading (i’ve stumbled on some pretty good ai voices as of late!), it’s, uh. i don’t actually know about how all this works, but i feel like when you pick a voice to read a story it should at least be able to approximate character name pronunciation. and flow.

but alas.

i also don't want to bash the authors in question but the truth is from the very minimal poking around i did (not giving this channel any more of my time than absolutely necessary), the writing featured is....mediocre at best. which is fine and good for the fandom ecosystem and i will NEVER be anything but happy that people are writing and posting less-than-perfect works, especially since some of these premises are pretty unique and i think it's better to have the fic than not. we all start somewhere, fanfic is an excellent way to practice and get feedback at the same time, etc.

but these channels, these kinds of operations, they're going to prey on new and young authors and that's who is going to be saying yes to them. because they want the exposure, they want to be told their work is good enough for someone else to care to record it for youtube, they haven't been around long enough to recognize this for what it is: someone taking extreme shortcuts to get views and likes and a bit of notoriety off of other people's work. and that's shit.

and remember that youtube videos can be monetized!

now, i doubt this channel in particular has been monetized, although it does meet the minimum requirements as far as numbers go:

it shouldn't meet the requirements for the monetization policies, specifically these ones:

especially with the disclaimer in the beginning that the content is not their own--which might be why previous versions of the channel did not give credit. who knows.

however, youtube DID just have some scandals about people making videos that were pretty much entirely plagiarized, which were monetized, so i don't have the highest hopes in the world. still, it doesn't seem monetized, so no strikes against this particular creator for that, at least, but defo something to look out for if anyone ever brings up hosting podfics on youtube.

so yeah, bot spam, not a complete scam this time but definitely really sketchy, bad vibes all around. and i still kind of want to give them permission to use my fic just to see what would happen, lmao

[practically-an-x-man]

1, 2, 5, 6, 10, 12 for the whump asks? :)

Thank you!!

Whump Ask Game

What kind of whump is your favorite to write?

Answered here!

2. What kind of whump is your least favorite to write (although you still do write it)?

Hm... I don't know that I really have a least favorite type? I like experimenting, and my real thing about like or dislike is whether it fits for the character or not. I guess if I had to pick one, I hate writing a lot of explicit verbal abuse/degradation... it just hits a little too close to home at times. Even the brief scene in Lost in Thought where Abner's recalling some of the things his mother said to him... it just breaks my heart, and not in a good whumpy way.

5. What character or characters are your favorite to do whumpy things to in your writing?

I mean... all of them? I subject a lot of different characters to whump lol, and they're all good for different types of whump at that.

Of course, in terms of canon characters I'm very partial to Angel, just because he's my all-time fave. But overall I really love whumping Eris, or Eris and Rick together, the combination of Eris' healing factor and their dynamic with Rick that just makes the whump fantastic!

6. What character or characters are your favorite to turn into caretakers in your writing?

Again, all of them? I like switching the role of whumpee and caretaker, honestly - it's nice to see both sides of it, both characters taking care of each other rather than one always taking on a certain role.

I do love seeing the normally-emotionally-constipated characters being absolutely wrought with emotion upon caring for their injured loved one after the whump. Hux, Alex Summers, even Lars Pinfield in that new chapter of HIYH, there's something about the realization of emotions and rare glimpse of vulnerability on top of the physical comfort that I just really love to see.

10. What is your favorite whumpy story you have written?

Hm... I'm of course partial to my Eris fics, particularly Broken Pieces, Deep Freeze, and the new piece Let Us Prey - I mentioned before that I love medical-based whump where I can really lean into the anatomy of it, and Eris is a fantastic whumpee when it comes to that. Plus, like I also said before, their dynamic Rick just brings another level to it, whether they're both being whumped or one is a caretaker.

I'm also super partial to Tear Us Apart, a super dark ArchAegis fic I wrote. I mean, it's got everything - drugged whump, helpless desperation, power removal, newfound chronic pain, emotional whump in both grief and anger, it's really just a whole journey for the characters and it's devastating in the best way. I'm intensely proud of that piece!!

12. What is one of the strangest things you have had to research for your whumpy writing?

While I'm on the topic of Tear Us Apart... when bacterial synthesis first became common for making insulin - it wasn't even really for the whumpy bits, it was for a throwaway comment made by Warren's asshole father at the start of the fic.

I also had to do a little research into that phenomenon where when someone gets kicked in just the right place at just the right moment, it can stop their heart. It was the premise for my Madison whump fic Kickstart My Heart, I knew the phenomenon existed, but wanted to double-check the details before I put it in the fic.

Thank you again for the ask!! I really appreciate it!! <3333

[painsandconfusion]

“I’m Sorry, I’m So Sorry”

The Merry Whump of May - Day 27

[Mask | Nightmare | Pliers] (tw: skin ripping, kidnapping, restraint, blindfold, sensory deprivation)

Whumpee woke to rasping pain that burned them up their throat. Screams. Their screams.

Thrashing.

Jerking against ropes.

Welts and burns pressing into their wrists and ankles as a cold sweat wrapped the blanket too-tight around them. Their eyelids pressed against the sleep mask, begging to open and stare around for a threat.

But they weren’t allowed anything but darkness. They felt stupid for even trying.

A groan that danced a little too close to a growl breathed over their shoulder. “What.”

Whumpee froze, breath flooding in and out of their lungs at far too quick a pace and far too shallow. It burned icy inside them. Their heart rate quickened as Whumper started to shift, arms slithering out from around them as they say up clumsily - probably groggy with sleep.

Whumpee’s voice was small. Raspy. “I’m sorry- it..it was just a dream - I’m so sorry-” They wriggled as best as they could in their restraints to move however Whumper needed them to. 

“Shut up,” Whumper grumbled, the bed creaking as they stood.

Whumpee’s ears strained for Whumper’s footsteps against the carpet, desperately trying to track their movement through the darkness. A flinch jerked against the ropes as they heard Whumper open a drawer from the opposite side of the room.

“..w…whu-umper…?”

A soft click, and the drawer was closed again. Whumper’s weight tipped the bed down near their feet. No response.

Their stomach roiled, muscles drawing together and coiling them up into a little ball as they pushed back against the headboard. “...w-humper, I’m- I’m sorry, I j-”

“I said shut. Up.” Icy metal brushed up their shin, and Whumpee squeaked, shoving back harder. 

“M’sorry-”

Whumper groaned in derision, then a tiny infinity of agony ripped through Whumpee’s skin as rough metal teeth clamped down on the skin of their thigh.

Whumpee yelped, kicking out with their other leg. “S-sssstotp stopitstp-”

Whumper’s grip twisted, forcing the pain rippling out over their thigh, sour twang spiking through the layers of skin and gripping up their spine. 

Tears were barely welling in their eyes when the blindfold stole them away again, sucking them up like rain on the desert sand. 

“Pl-e-” a shrill scream cut off their words, ringing through the room as the skin ripped away from its place in a wash of wild fire.

Warmth dripped down their leg and soaked into the sheet.

“N-nononononoooo Whumper n-”

“HOW MANY TIMES DO I NEED TO TELL YOU TO SHUT UP.”

Whumpee squeaked to a stop, face tucking into their arm. They whimpered their way through sobs, pressing further away. They bit down on their tongue to keep the begging from slipping from their lips, another sob hitching as the pliers danced over their skin again, looking for a new place to bite. 

“They way I see it…if your mind understands that reality is worse than dreams, you’ll stay the fuck there and let me sleep.”

The pliers did find a place - a little higher up on the opposite thigh.

Whumper ignored Whumpee’s whimpering and twitchy head shakes, starting to twist.

“If not, I guess blood loss is just as effective.” 

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[thediktatortot]

I have this HC that after Billy is out of recovery/therapy, he starts smoking weed basically every day, becoming a bit of a coping mechanism for him.

Have this Billy pov sad whumpy thing I typed out while you guessed it, high.

~~~~~Billy Narrator~~~~~

It helps with pain, it helps with anxiety and depression, it helps with social situations and can help with appetite. All things he's now dealing with after his brush with the upside down.

Pain from losing parts of himself, literally, to a monster who used him like a walking meat puppet, sending him into his own personal hell he couldn't escape from and had no way of expressing his experience to anyone else.

With every person he encountered, he had hoped somehow, someone would see what was happening, that somehow someone might have gotten to know him well enough in this hick fucking town to have given a shit about how weird he was acting.

No one did.

It wasn't until El with her mind powers and his stupid fucking sister deciding to peep on him. It was pure luck they had even found out, he had basically avoided everyone in the house as much as he could leaving no real opportunities for the rest of his household to notice.

Max fucked off with her friends, Susan avoided the house just as much as he did and if Niel wasn't working, then he was watching TV or out with his new buddies from work.

No one was ever home if they couldn't help it, and when they were everyone stuck to their own rooms more often than not. No one *wanted* to see each other and Billy had liked it that way.

Now Billy can't stand being alone in rooms, but he also can't handle going out around too many people at the same time.

Then there's the pain, the soreness, the twinges and the burning nerve pain that feels like needles stabbing his skin. The accidental skin tugs as he doesn't move cautiously enough are enough to stop Billy from playing sports or even to work out, already lowering his completely decimated self esteem.

He hates himself and he hates everyone else. He hates Niel who's dropped out of his life about as thoroughly as he tried to keep Billy in his.

He hates Max for being just as stubborn as he was, he hates Susan for never sticking up for him, he hates how his life has been one big series of battles, thinking he would win eventually and end up on his own where he could choose his own life from that moment on and now he's fucking stuck in a 8x8 trailer bedroom.

He used to live near the beach.

It was gorgeous, it was fun, he had friends and even though he never really got along with Niel, things had been okay. But even that wasn't great, looking back now he can see the things he didn't see before; his mom's sad smiles, the occasional dinner that felt tense for no reason, the times when his mother would turn up the volume of her music to drown out the arguments they were having.

Billy's never really had a good life by normal standards and now it feels like he won't get it ever.

He's reliant. He's in pain all the time, he can't be around people and the thought of being naked in public has him shaking with anxiety.

The weed helps a little, loosens him up socially, dulls some of the more sharper pain and helps him to forget about his past for a little while.

Helps him eat too, not having had enough of an appetite to stomach more than water and maybe a fruit or two. There's a lot of things he can't eat now and it's all the monsters fault.

He hates himself because everything's different and a large portion of his life is now inaccessible to him, he *has* to change if he's going to live through this life, there's either only moving forward or...nothing, he couldn't imagine himself hiding for the rest of his life.

He hates the idea of that, the engrained need to have something important about himself, some skill he could show off or talent to use as a social weapon to gain social points.

Can't even give himself time to grieve the loss of his old way of life. He just, doesn't want to think about it.

The weed helps that too. Billy doesn't do much thinking anymore, not the deep kind, opting to fill his entire day with some form of stimulus, TV, music, walking, reading, cooking, cleaning, the list goes on.

The dull in pain helps him keep active but he always regrets it when he eventually comes down, feeling the ache in his body hit him like a ton of bricks all over again because he pushed himself too hard.

So yea, he's high a lot, he doesn't want to deal with his issues sober. Munson had tried to bring it up once, made a joke about selling most of his stuff to Billy but he didn't give him an answer, changing the subject.

He knew people could see something was up but no one knew how he'd react if they asked. He'd probably get upset at them and he knows it, he knows that if someone tries to get him to talk about it now that he won't be ready to explain it.

He's tired, and the freshness of it all is too much to handle just yet all at once, he needs time and he'll deal with it bit by bit.

[secretwhumplair]

Reunion

1,401 words | Royal arms (sequel to The proposal, p.2)

Content | Injury, captivity, mention of: forced marriage, gender dysphoria

Notes | I didn't know when to end this, so I'll just post it like this.

Exactly what it says on the tin - Arracen gets to see his beloveds again! Featuring a guest appearance by the healer who cannot pronounce ? who apparently after being conquered continued their career with minimal interruption :D

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Having a decent meal had soothed Arracen more than he’d have liked to admit. Yet, as he was escorted upstairs, he couldn’t stop the nerves clawing up his throat. He had been far too wrapped up in his worries for Nelisa and Arracen to let go of them on the word of a man who had held a sword to his throat.

Were they really okay? Where were they?

He couldn’t decide whether to feel more relieved or confused when he was led to the consort’s quarters. Exactly where he had left them.

»I was too busy to think of what to do with them, so I just left them where they were,« Idalis explained, then smiled too smugly for comfort. »I guess you can stay here with them. Since you’re considering.« His smile slipped when his eyes flickered to Arracen’s arm. »And I will make sure a doctor will see you. I expect you to recover well.«

Arracen couldn’t decide whether that was an order, a threat, or a simple statement - it was all a bit too much to keep up. He decided to take it at face value. »Thank you.«

He thought he saw the ghost of a smile flicker over Idalis’ face.

The door opened, and Arracen’s anxiety reached its peak. Were they-?

»Arracen!« Nelisa rushed towards the door, her voice catching in her throat, then she stopped and, uncertainly, bowed to Idalis, who had stayed behind him. »Your Majesty.«

»Nelisa.« Arracen all but fell into her arms, pulling her close, only opening one arm to also pull in Lint when he approached a little more cautiously. He had done his best to keep his composure the entire evening, but it was gone now, he couldn’t wait a moment more.

It was all he could do not to ask whether they were okay while Idalis was right there, after he had already told him so, as if he doubted his word.

They seemed alright, at least in bodily condition.

»I suppose I will leave you, then.« He looked around to see Idalis smile, and again, it appeared strangely genuine. »I expect your decision in the morning.«

In the morning.

Not all that much time to consider, then. But at least he would have opportunity to consult with his lovers. Not his advisors, but then, it was only too easy to imagine why Idalis wouldn’t want him to.

»I understand,« he said quietly.

»Good night,« Idalis said to him, still smiling, before he turned deadly serious with startling suddenness. »For the sake of all of us, don’t try to leave the castle grounds, will you?«

As soon as the door fell closed behind him, Arracen, Nelisa, and Lint all started talking at once.

»Are you alright?«

»You’re injured!«

»Where have you been?«

»What has he done to you?«

»It’s so good to see you again!«

»I was so worried!«

Even Arracen himself wasn’t sure later who had said what in that flurry of love and worry, but it was Nelisa, ever practical, who put an end to it with a soft laugh, the most comforting sound Arracen thought he’d ever heard. »Enough, enough! Let’s take turns.«

None of them were quite willing to let go of one another, so it was a bit of a challenge to maneuver to sit on the bed. Arracen held them close on either side, their arms wrapped around him, the burning in his arm, having been jostled in all the huggery, negligible compared to the warmth and relief seeping into him.

»Are you okay?« Lint began, looking up at him wide-eyed. »You’re injured.«

»It’s not - it’s just a scratch, I’ll be alright.« Arracen swallowed. He barely knew how to begin telling them about what had happened, so he jumped right in. »He wants to marry me.«

Nelisa gasped. »And-?«

»Are you two alright?« Arracen felt bad brushing over Nelisa, but he had to know. »I didn’t - didn’t know what had happened - what he’d done to you-«

»We’re alright, we’ve just been in here.«

»He thought I was a pet,« Lint said quietly.

»He - he said something like that, that he thought I kept a pet.« Arracen studied Lint’s face - it must have hurt, after struggling so hard not to be one. »But you’re not,« he reiterated what he had told Lint a thousand times, and would tell him a thousand more if that was what it took to make him sure of it.

Lint nodded, and whispered, still spooked at the memory, »I told him that.«

Arracen beamed at him. For Lint to tell that a total stranger - a very powerful stranger at that; being the best thing Arracen had heard in weeks was an insultingly low bar for that. He kissed the top of Lint’s head. »I’m glad you did. And not just for your sake,« he added. »He was… he kind of implied he was upset with me because of - because he thought that.«

»Did he hurt you?« Nelisa almost shouted.

»No, I - he put me in the dungeons but nothing worse than that.« It was bad enough, by far. Maybe they would talk about it later, what it had been like, to sit there alone and frightened and desperate without knowing what would become of them. But not now. Now they were all safe.

Nelisa eyed him a moment, as if she knew there was something he wasn’t telling them, but then picked up the other subject he had so unceremoniously dropped. »And now he wants to marry you?«

Arracen nodded wearily. »He… wants to gain the people’s support.« It felt all wrong. Wasn’t he betraying them, then, by seemingly endorsing that man? But then - if it would gain him the right to rule again, be a protective layer between them and Idalis - wasn’t it the right thing to do?

»And we both need an heir sooner or later,« he continued, quietly. This one seemed awfully right, an inescapable truth.

»And you?« Nelisa asked quietly. »Do you want a child by him?«

He hadn’t even looked at it this way, he realized. He had been too caught up in worry about the immediate consequences to consider that heir they had talked about as his child. With Idalis sharing fatherhood, would he be able to raise them to be a good, responsible, caring monarch to his people? Or would they become a glory-hungry conqueror like Idalis? How much say would Idalis even leave him in the matter?

Would either of them be a good father?

»I don’t want a child at all,« he muttered, but shook his head as soon as the words came out. No, that wasn’t quite right - he very much did want to raise a child, he always had. Children, even. »No, I mean, I just… I don’t want to…«

He had resigned himself to the fact that he couldn’t have one without going through the ordeal most fit to remind him of his bodily condition. Sure, he could adopt all the wards he wanted, but he would have to bear an heir anyway. His plan had been - when he couldn’t put the thought out of his mind - to find some nobleman, or perhaps, if he dreamed boldly, a noblewoman sharing his situation and understanding all the better, whom he could grow fond of and who would respect him for what he was outside of King. Then get it over with with the least suffering possible.

It still seemed a lot. And now… he didn’t know how Idalis would treat him, and he certainly didn’t like the man; the fact he barely even had a choice in the matter was just the icing on the cake.

He couldn’t leave his people to whatever ruler Idalis saw fit.

He buried his face in Nelisa’s shoulder, wishing he could just stay there, safe between them, forever.

But he couldn’t, because there was a knock at the door.

He could feel Nelisa straighten up, and he was confused himself for a moment before he remembered. »Oh! He said he’d send a doctor. Come in,« he called, getting up; there was no way around it.

The doctor entered, their medic bag in hand, their eyes flickering curiously across them bfore they settled on Arracen. It wasn’t anyone Arracen recognized - someone from Idalis’ entourage, then. They gave him a bow. »Good evening, your Highness. I was sent to look at your arm, right.«

[3-2-whump]

New(Old?) Whump Story Idea

This is inspired by a creative writing essay I did in fourth grade that my mother could not help but share with me. It was cringe as hell, and to this day I still kind of cringe, but we all had to start somewhere, didn’t we? And in my case, I started very rough (laughs awkwardly).

That said, ten-year-old me did have some phonic word vomit that could pass as some banger names for a fantasy/sci-fi setting:

(NOW WITH UPDATED SPELLINGS/PUNCTUATIONS)

Rinicco Kaa –protagonist

Rocco’shii –protagonist’s reptilian species, or tribe?

Tsib’taraa –home world of the Rocco’shii, known for its black clay soils (I guess? C’mon fourth-grade me, help me out here!)

Tas’canii’c –a popular vacation spot in Tsib’taraa, apparently, right up there with Vinuu

Vinuu –the less cool vacation spot

Tego –livestock species the Rocco’shii raise for agricultural labor and for meat. Apparently, smoked tego wrapped in (space) lettuce is a common snack for RinRin? (I was ten, gimme a break!)

Basic Premise of New Plot: I am revising this/resurrecting this old story I made when I was a kid and turning it whumpy (surprise, surprise). But with a heavy caregiver angle!

Rinnico (or RinRin, his much-hated nickname), crashes right outside our apartment and needs us to take care of him a bit while he rebuilds his ship. His tail is askew; it had fallen off during a failed mating ritual and he had been exiled for the shame of it, and now that it’s growing in funny, he feels he can never show his face to his brethren again. I, too, have not been spared the cruelties and general fuckeries of life, and so we talk and we bond as adults, both a little more tired, both still the same optimistic young beings we were when we met.

It’s not all doom and gloom though, as me and my partner help Rinnico learn to accept his new body and actively discourage him from eating the neighborhood sparrows. And RinRin also learns more about human culture, too –well, more than he could have learned when I first wrote this story all those years ago. If I ever seriously pursue this self-insert comfort-heavy fiction, I will be sure to keep you in the loop!

[clumsiestgiantess]

I have a bunch of short stories and WIPs that I’ve collected over the years, as well as the stuff I’ve already begun posting here.  Point being, I have a bunch of things I want to share, and I would love to see what interests people the most.  Here’s a good list of some of my writing, the winner will be posted after the poll.

(All synopses below poll)

Other-world Universe - (there are three planned arcs) end of arc comes with a bonus chapter rewritten in Erica’s POV (y’all can decide which chapter)

Miniature Cabin - I’m planning for this to be a four part series, so only half is out now

Horror series - Lore for the DNAliens, featuring: Tselani: Valiant protector of her human village, gets a bit desperate after it’s attacked by her ex out of spite. Aethra: A crazy cat lady but if the lady were a pink/purple luminescent tendril alien, and the cats are her little humans. Jactol: Rough guy who hunts predators for sport, also Tselani’s ex. Vremonol: A student studying Earth’s desert ecosystem only to stumble across ancient Egypt. Tserem: Snake man who is being held prisoner in a cave by an awful king, forced to eat human sacrifices. (more to come)

You Get What You Wish For - An angsty/whumpy short story I wrote on a whim and only read when I’m in that kind of mood

Language Barrier (2nd addition) - After finding out everyone in her camp had frozen to death, Hannah struggles to figure out what to do next

Winter’s Everlasting - A fantastical world of creatures including humanoid wolves, fairies, ice men, giants, and dragons.

Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse - Yeah, they exist.  And guess who decided to tamper with them?  The government.  (Technically not g/t, but idk I like the vibes)

The Walls Won’t Be There Forever - Borrowers’ existence is revealed to the public, which creates quite the controversy.  (People who don’t like the pet trope probably shouldn’t read, though I do try to show via the story that it’s not right)

Enchantment - Inspired by the live action Beauty and the Beast and the music video for Shatter Me by Lindsey Sterling

Thanos Snap Doomsday Scenario - Basically this post

MINI Fridge - Inspired by episode 16 of Gravity Falls, Carpet Diem, and episode 3 of Love Death & Robots, ICE AGE (btw Love Death & Robots is a really good horror show!  Definitely recommend to people who like shows like the Twilight Zone and the Black Mirror. ALSO there’s a few different episodes with g/t and some similar themes)

Don’t worry if what you want doesn’t get chosen, I’ll eventually put most of these on here anyway. Poll winner has priority, though.

[courtneygacha]

Rain is my second favorite thing

Tw: None! This is playful and fluffy and it was a joy to write! :3

Caretaker walked into the house soaking wet. Not only did they get caught up in traffic, but they also got drenched in the storm. Besides all that, they had a shitty day at work and their boss was not helping this.

Their day brightened up just a little bit when they saw Whumpee run to greet them.

“Caretaker, you’re all wet.” Whumpee said.

“Heh, good observation.” Caretaker smiled. Whumpee made everything so much brighter, no matter how much it poured.

“I’ve always loved the rain… it’s so comforting.” Whumpee said as they gazed into the cloudy sky. Caretaker had found a towel and was trying to dry their damp clothing.

“I hear that a lot… but most of the people who say that also don’t like being soaked in the rain.” They said.

Whumpee scoffed, “Well, I actually do like being in the rain. One of my favorite memories as a kid was me playing in the rain with my best friend.”

Caretaker started to tease, “Well, if you like the rain so much, then go stand in it.”

“Not now! I have tea boiling!” Whumpee excused themselves back to the kitchen. Caretaker smiled as they went to go bring the wet towel to the laundry.

Whumpee shuffled past them quickly moments later with their cup of tea. They proceeded to dart back and forth between rooms carrying various blankets and pillows.

After the 6th time Whumpee ran past, Caretaker finally decided to question them.

“Whumpee, what are you doing?” They asked.

“I’m making a fort! I always make forts when it rains!” Whumpee announced, bringing two more blankets into the next room.

Caretaker stood up quickly and followed them. “Hey! You never make forts when I’m here!”

“Yes I do. You never wonder where I disappear to when it rains?” Whumpee said.

Huh. Caretaker thought about it. I guess Whumpee did just seem to vanish when it starts to sprinkle outside. Is this what they were always doing?

“Well, can I help?”

“Of course! We’d have to make the fort a little bigger so we could both fit in it.” Whumpee said, “you can help by going getting another blanket!”

Several minutes later, Caretaker and Whumpee were curled up together inside their little fort.

“Why were we going so fast when building?” Caretaker said.

“I wanted to get the fort finished before it stops raining. Otherwise all the hard work goes to waste!” Whumpee said.

Caretaker checked the Weather App on their phone. The storm around them seemed to be growing. “Eh, we could’ve went slower… it’s gonna rain for a while.”

Whumpee’s feet tapped aggressively on the ground like they always did when they were happy. It was like how a dog wags their tail. “Oooh yay!” They smiled.

Caretaker leaned over and kissed Whumpee on the forehead. Whumpee smiled and cuddled closer to Caretaker.

Every bad thing from that day seemed to melt away when Whumpee was in their arms. Caretaker leaned up against the chair behind them and closed their eyes.

The two of them were snuggled close and they fell asleep to the sound of rain.



(I did it~! I wrote that fluff-fic)

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