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I tagged 163 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#the words of sneck - 24 posts

#morning reblog - 11 posts

#ask game - 11 posts

#hasan badeaux - 10 posts

#ghost anon - 7 posts

#declan labelle - 7 posts

#whump - 6 posts

#not whump - 5 posts

#as-a-matter-of-whump - 5 posts

#tag game - 5 posts

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#i’ve got writing but right now is panic up to finals season so it’s gonna be a minute before i’m able to finish the chapter i’m writing 😅

My Top Posts in 2022:

Hasan and Declan - His first visit/His first visitor

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So! This is a little something different to bring the series back now that I’m finally at the home stretch for the semester. The writing is formatted as a script, so this is actually best experienced as an audio (please ignore any cues that don’t match up, I made some edits) but you can still just read it and get the experience.

And if you’ll remember back: Lee is Hasan’s boyfriend, finally in town to meet the boy he’s been seeing so much about ;) This is probably a month or so into captivity.

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Content warnings: kiss (consensual and subtle), captivity and torture, creepy whumper, painful wound cleaning, implied recorded whump and kidnapping, manipulation, beating,

and for the audio in general: there's some sudden sounds, but nothing too abrasive in my opinion. If you're bothered by yelling, take caution. Also, pain sounds. But I figure that should be more of a draw for this audience <3

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I had to split up the audio file for this chapter so click here for (RECORDING PART 2)

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[The scene opens with hearing footsteps across carpeted floor.]

LEE

Are you sure he’ll be ready? I don’t want to start off on the wrong foot…

HASAN, lighthearted

He’ll be fine. You couldn’t possibly make a bad impression anyway.

LEE

I know, I know. (Beat) I guess I’m just worried about association. It sounds like he hasn’t coped well with things recently.

HASAN

Declan’s resilient. No matter how hard it gets, he doesn’t lose his spark.

LEE

As long as you trust him, I trust you.

HASAN

Mm. Thanks, love. [they kiss LEE] He’s probably still napping. Would you rather wait out here…?

LEE

That would be best. Take your time, babe!

[A door is heard opening and closing as HASAN enters DECLAN’s room.]

HASAN

Good morning, love!

DECLAN

Hi Hasan.

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Hasan and Declan - 12

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Content warnings: intimate whumper, noncon touch, noncon kiss (one brief on the forehead), touchin wounds, electrocution mention, mention of (unintentional) food and water restriction, mention of painful wound cleaning, bound, noncon haircut (minimal), knives, flaying (semi-graphic).

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I had to split up the audio file for this chapter so click here for (RECORDING PART 2)

Previously…

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This was the longest day at work they’d had since they lived with Lee.

Or it certainly felt that way, despite their 8-4 routine taking up the same amount of time.

After spending far too much time on their phone and falling a little behind, Hasan clocked out. Now they were giddily slipping off their coat and rushing to the staircase. They disabled the electricity first, unlocked the chain holding the door shut, and twisted the built in lock before opening the door itself.

A battered piece of metal shone by the light of the staircase, but Hasan’s attention was quickly drawn to the inside of their wooden door. Streaks of dark blood ran down crooked, frantic scratches.

“Mmm…” they hummed to themself, tracing down the deepest one. “You really don’t understand when to stop.”

They took the stairs slowly, listening intently for movement below as they creaked lightly. Nothing until they reached the bottom of the stairs and faint breaths reached their ears.

Declan’s door was open, and they leaned against the frame. He curled up further in front of the television, acutely aware of their presence, clearly panicking, and still refusing to look at them.

“Not going to try and hide it then, are we?” they started, letting a step fall on the concrete.

Declan grunted and shook his head, and Hasan invited themself closer.

“That’s something then, isn’t it?”

He only tensed up, arms coming up to protect his head.

He flinched when Hasan pulled his shoulders back into their lap, straining away, but gentle hands pressed him down and stroked through his hair. God, he was trembling all over.

“Alright, lovely. You’re going to tell me how you spent your day.” Their words left no room for refusal but he shook his head, hyperventilating.

“Nhh- no, no, I ca-an’t-” he cried, and Hasan smudged tears away with their thumbs.

“Yes you can. If you can make such an impressive effort to run, you’ve automatically signed up to tell me all about it.”

“If I tell you, you’ll… you’ll- something like yesterday- I can’t-”

“There seems to be a disconnect between us here. What I don’t get is: if you understood my threat yesterday, then why did you take the next available opportunity to run from me?”

“Because I- I thought I was gonna make it out. Or- or if not- you didn’t have to know.”

“Mmhmm… but then when this happened…” They took his left hand in theirs, flipping it up to prod at his burned palm.

“Hhhh-! Don’t- it h-hurts!”

“Do tell me: how many times did you try turning that knob before you realized it was futile?”

“Nnh- nnnnhhh…” He didn’t respond at all, breathing too shallow to form words.

Hasan sighed lightly and reached to the cooler, keeping their eyes on Declan. They felt around for a lemon and dug their nails in to peel it. Their captive didn’t react at all, eyes squeezed shut.

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Hasan and Declan - 13

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Content warnings: restrained, sound torture, dirty talking (no, it’s not sexual. yes, that’s the only way I can describe this), description of medieval torture and recorded/broadcasted whump, mention of noncon kiss.

I have to encourage listening along to the audio for this chapter because it’s so much better for it, especially with the heavy dialogue focus, and it was such an experience to record. However, I do have to warn that the reason it’s so effective is because it’s creepy as all hell. So, you know. Listen at your personal discretion.

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I had to split up the audio file for this chapter so click here for (RECORDING PART 2)

Previously…

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Declan felt really weird when he woke up.

Which was saying something, considering his kidnapping predicament.

He opened his eyes to darkness. Okay. Normal. He pulled his arm back to roll over and sit up. It caught on the bar of the cot. Not normal.

Both his legs and arms were tied to the bars holding his shitty cot together. The pressure against his head should have been bandages wrapping around it, but it felt too tight. When he muttered a curse to himself, the sound was muffled to his ears and ricocheted in his head instead. Something sticky pressed against his forehead and nape, winding around his head in the same way the duct tape had when Hasan gagged him.

Over his ears were what felt to be padded headphones, and that was all too much for having just woken up. It must have been the middle of the night. He settled as comfortably as he could and let unconsciousness claim him once more. Hasan’s presence would wake him when necessary.

And wake him it did.

Blaring vocals with a driving guitar and drums flowed directly into his ears.

“Yesterday I heard you say your lust for life has gone away! It got me thinking: I think I feel a similar way and that’s sad (that’s sad, that’s sad!)”

“Fuck! Fuck off!” Declan yelled, a newfound understanding of his situation dawning upon him. “Thank you for less 2000’s love proposals! But that doesn’t mean I’m down for this bullshit! And it still sounds like half of a love proposal! Or an offering to join a cult!”

The song was only halfway through once an awful headache set in. The left side of his head was still in misery, only amplified by the joy of Hasan’s music taste introducing itself.

And when it finally ended, their voice was there to console him.

“Well well well, good morning my darling! You just heard The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience! I hope I didn’t frighten you. Or that I did. As much as I do so much wish I were there with you, my self control has kept me my job thus far.

“I’ll fill you in on some basics: Yes, you are tied to that cot aren’t you? Tough, unyielding ropes holding you down, just the same as last night. Do squirm and wish for escape, won’t you? I expect to see some gorgeous, irritated red skin by the time I’m home.”

“Yeah sure,” Declan grunted. “And I’ll hope you got mugged or something.”

“Second of all, I know it sure is tempting, but you are not to touch these headphones. They’re taped in place for a reason. I promise that even if you take them off, the volume is far too loud to block out in any meaningful way.”

“Fuck youuu, that’s stupid.”

“They’re very not stupid. Otherwise you’d spend another day left to your own thoughts instead of my lovely guidance. Wouldn’t that be a shame?”

“No.” Declan rolled his eyes.

“I’m not asking for your input because that was rhetorical.”

“Are you fucking listening to me?! Bitch, is this live radio?!”

“I feel like I should have something else to say, but I’ve forgotten. Perhaps you’ll hear it in a later session as I check in with you throughout the day. I leave you with 2012 by Will Wood and his since redacted tapeworms,” they said.

Another song picked up lightly before the vocalist shouted “FUCK!” directly into his ears. Ow. At least it was relatable.

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“You’ve really got the panic down!” The whumper laughed, brandishing their weapon at wide eyes and muzzled pleas, “Now how about we get a little more disco?”

73 notes - Posted February 5, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

whumpers running their fingers through whumpees’ hair, petting it, gently moving their hands, brushing it away from their face, and every so often they give it a little tug. to remind them of the danger, to punish some small defiance, to let them know they’re pushing too far, to see them wince or feel them flinch.

or they pull it hard, pulling whumpee’s face back to make menacing eye contact, twisting their hand in the strands, and then letting them slide through their fingers, going right back to gentle stroking.

313 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #Thanks for a good year you guys #I know I wasn’t very active but I really appreciate the patience of everyone who’s stuck around #I’ll be able to write again very soon as I’m almost done with finals #and I’m so excited to share more of Hasan and declan’s story because I’ve really missed it #but for now. My grades are up for the first time in college. I didn’t drop any classes for the first time.#and I didn’t fail a class for the first time #as you can imagine that’s taken a lot of effort and didn’t leave time for writing #but now I’m here.#I made it

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luxaofhesperides · 11 months

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"I see you, and I love you" + hurt/comfort ; requested by @oops-i-dropped-the-galaxy!

Danny can handle being a halfa. He’s had years to get used to it, switching between dead and alive, living boy and ghost, always living in flux. He’s settled into his identity as one of the few halfas in existence, navigating the living world and the Infinite Realms with ease after years of practice.

What he can’t handle is becoming an Ancient.

Apparently, while most Ancients are born into the role, ruling over their domain, some can grow into it. It’s rare, practically unheard of, but not impossible.

Danny is growing into the Ancient of Stars, changed from the inside out by his love of space.

He would be happy if it didn’t hurt so much.

Danny can’t sleep at night anymore. When the stars are out, he can hear them singing, each windchime voice echoing through his ears. Though he can’t see them from beneath Gotham’s cloud cover, he can feel them shining brightly far above him.

He lays in bed with Duke, curled up in his side, trying to muffle his whimpers as his bones creak and hollow, his soul growing too large for his body to handle. He is space contained in a human body. It wants to be free, to stretch from its suffocating confines and fill every dark space with cold light. His skin feels too tight and his teeth ache.

All Danny can do is clench his jaw, wrap his arms around his stomach as tightly as he can, and try to weather through the pain of changing.

The agony of it comes in waves. He doesn’t know how long it takes until it recedes enough for him to feel like he can breathe again, trying to suck air in as his lungs are crushed by his ribcage. Slowly, Danny pushes himself up, taking care not to wake Duke, and stumbles out of bed. His throat is dry and feels as if its been scraped raw by sandpaper, and all he wants is water.

He gets halfway down the hall when the next wave hits.

Danny collapses, gasping for breath, and can only watch through tear-filled eyes as his fingers go dark, the same black as deep space. His body shifts, bones cracking and muscles stretching like taffy, and suddenly he’s big larger than life a galaxy a black hole there is darkness everywhere it is alive it is full of stars the stars are singing the stars are singing the stars are si

“Danny? Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?”

That’s Duke’s voice. He’d recognize it anywhere, even from miles away, even when he’s sure he doesn’t have ears anymore. It takes all his effort to pull himself back to Earth, back into their apartment, blinking up at Duke as the stars in his eyes fade away.

Duke kneels before him, concern clear on his face, gentle hands reaching out to hold Danny steady. The feel of his warmth grounds him, keeps him more securely in his body. The pull of space is still there, tugging at him, trying to pull him out of humanity and into the form of an Ancient, but Danny can resist it so long as Duke keeps him tethered to the ground.

“It hurts,” he croaks, shivering.

“Shh, I know, baby. How can I help? What do you need?”

Danny leans forward, burying his face in Duke’s chest as tears slip out of his eyes. “It hurts,” he says again, voice shaking. “I keep changing and growing and my entire body is being torn apart and—” he gasps, cutting himself off. “I keep disappearing. I don’t want to disappear. I want to stay here but it takes me away and then I’m too big and no one can see me and I’m alone—”

“You’re not alone, Danny,” Duke says, holding him tightly as if his arms will be enough to keep Danny from breaking out of his own body, ridding himself of a mortal vessel, his only remaining tie to this world. “I see you, and I love you. Even if you have to change and go far away to be happy, I’ll find a way to follow you there, okay? I’m with you for as long as you want me.”

“I don’t want to hurt so much,” Danny whimpers, black fingers speckled with stardust clawing at Duke’s arms.

“Just breathe through it, sweetheart, you can do it. Let it pass through you. I got you, okay? Just let the pain pass and you’ll be fine.”

He wants to snap at Duke that it’s not fine, that the pain will be forever, it’ll linger in every one of his joints, that he can’t just stop fighting it because it’ll hurt even worse then. But his jaws are aching, his teeth sharpening, and there’s a black hole in his throat that he refuses to let loose. He lets out another pained whine, shivering, and in his chest a star is formed, burning bright and angry.

“Breathe, Danny, breathe,” Duke soothes, rubbing a hand up and down Danny’s back.

It’s habit to relax into his touch. They’ve spent so many nights working through night terrors and injuries, comforting each other through gentle touches. The pain eases a bit, and Danny sighs, frost on his breath.

“There we go, sweetheart, that’s it. You’re doing just fine.”

Another tear slips down his face, but the ache in his entire body as his growing ghost form tries to escape begins to fade.

He’s spent so many nights in pain, waiting for the sun to rise to muffle the singing of the stars. If he can get any relief, he’ll take it, even if it means losing his human form.

Danny stops fighting. His resistance to this change falls away. There’s a moment where the pain disappears entirely, the world going still, but before he can let out a relieved sigh, the change hits him like an asteroid, sudden and instant and inevitable.

A cry is ripped from his throat, but it doesn’t sound like him. It echoes, deep and inhuman, and suddenly Danny is every dark space surrounding the stars, the arms of every galaxy, suns burning bright and dying, supernova, cold and ice and the slow drifting of planets in orbit. His body grows, expands, no longer a ghost but an Ancient, body curling into itself to stay within the walls of the too small apartment, large hands cupped around Duke to keep him safe.

He can feel the cold of space. Orbits dance in his mind. Meteorites and asteroids drift without pattern across his chest. Danny can see everything with too many eyes, and he can cup planets in his palms, so much larger than possibility. His chest opens and expands and his body can curl around Earth and keep it safe.

He feels settled in this new body, senses stretched in every direction and the universe is so much lovelier than he could have ever experienced it in a halfa’s body.

Danny, Ancient of the Stars, hums and the universe shivers, singing back to him.

The pain is gone completely. He wonders why he resisted so hard; this is what he’s meant to be. He��s never felt so right before.

“Danny?”

Duke’s voice is small, but only because he is small when compared to Danny in his Ancient form.

Duke, he tries to say but his vocal chords have changed. Instead of words, a deep hum erupts from his throat, similar to the purr of a particularly large cat.

“Hey, sweetheart. Feeling better?”

Danny nods, pulling himself back together to feel his body more keenly, no longer stretched across the universe, cradling every star in his reach. Duke reaches a hand up and Danny reaches back, folding himself back into his body. His human eyes return and he realizes the apartment is completely covered in darkness with stars sparkling all around them. It recedes as he fits himself back into his body, the black on his fingers fading away until his hand is indistinguishable from a normal human’s.

He takes hold of Duke’s hand and tries to stand. His legs are weak and unsteady and he falls onto Duke, who catches him with ease and sweeps him up into a princess carry.

“There you are, honey,” Duke says, voice warm and relieved. “You alright?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I feel a lot better.”

“Good. Do you need anything? Hot chocolate, heating pad, sleep?”

Danny thinks for a moment, then says, “Hot chocolate.”

“You got it. Let me just set you on the couch and I’ll have it out in a minute.”

He carefully sets Danny onto the couch, then tucks the blanket they keep folded over the back around him. Once he’s satisfied Danny is comfortable, Duke heads to the kitchen, flicking on the light as he does.

Danny sinks into the couch cushions, carefully moving all his fingers and toes to make sure they’re fine. He’s a little sore, as if all his bones where put through the ringer, but it doesn’t feel any different from when he has a particularly rough training day.

What’s more important that his physical body is the fact that he can feel his core, settled deep in his chest. It’s no longer the cold of ice, but it burns coldness, a white star embodying his soul, a changed core to reflect his transformation into an Ancient.

A baby Ancient, technically. He still has some growing to do, but the rest should be easier and, hopefully, less painful.

He closes his eyes and begins to drift off when he hears Duke return. It takes some effort to open his eyes, and his smiles softly and sleepily when he sees Duke set down two steaming mugs of hot chocolate on the coffee table.

“Love you,” he mumbles, freeing a hand from the blanket to try to pull Duke down to join him.

Duke goes to him easily, sitting next to him and pulling Danny in to cuddle against him. It’s been so long since he last felt so comfortable at night, not writhing in pain and biting through his lip to keep quiet, that he can’t help but sink into it. A purr starts up in his chest, and Duke startles.

“Sweetheart, are you purring?”

Danny flushes and tries to hide his face. The purr doesn’t stop. He’s always been able to purr after becoming a halfa, though purr is just an easier way to describe it. It’s less of his vocal chords vibrating and more of his core rumbling in contentment. Usually, it’s unnoticeable, barely able to be felt let alone heard. Apparently, becoming an Ancient and therefore a much stronger ghost means his purrs are also stronger and louder.

“You’re so cute,” Duke says, pressing a kiss against Danny’s forehead. “Drink your hot chocolate, and then we can go back to sleep.”

He makes grabby hands at his mug, and Duke laughs and picks it up for him.

“Love you,” Danny repeats, voice less muffled.

“Love you, too,” Duke says. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

“I’m glad you were there to help me. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“It’s a good thing you’ll never have to find out. I’ve got you, sweetheart, always.”

Believing him is the easiest thing Danny has ever done. If Duke says he’ll be there for, then he will.

Always, always, always.

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[send me ghostlights prompts!]

#ghostlights #dc x dp #dp x dc #dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp fic #prompt fill #my writing #you ever think about how painful transformation must be? especially for eldritch danny turning into something human into something not?#yeah :) hurt and comfort!!#duke best boyfriend of the year tbh we all need a man like him in our lives #imagine the next time duke is in danger and danny comes to help and this human guy suddenly GROWS and his body unfolds and a mass of stars #and space comes out demanding in a voice that makes ears bleed that they leave signal alone or face the consequences #anyways after that gotham knows that the signal is loved by some monster/god so they try not to piss him off too much #this is all good and fine until goons and criminals make danny shrines and leave gifts and snacks on it so he'll show them mercy #and duke has to scold danny about not eating suspicious shrine snacks #thanks for the prompt!!

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