#at least if you’re writing whump series

[whump-in-the-closet]

Do you have any unpopular opinions on Whump?

ah. i have a few, i think

my biggest one would be that is that i kinda believe we have enough “whumpee and whumper are two gay boys uwu”. i’ve seen it enough times and while i get it. it’s a favored trope. the people like it. etc. but guys it’s been done so many times. whumpee is just this white boy who’s gay and sweet and innocent and whumper is also white and hot and gay but evil :((( and that’s it. like that’s the whole plot with whumpee in the basement and tortured. there’s no nuance. or fuckin diversity. if we’re going to be dealing with heavy content such as torture and suffering and how the human mind breaks, the dynamic should be deeper too imo. like they should be just as complicated and human and messy as the actual whump is. i think it’s the archetypes that are just copy and paste that bother me. they’re just roles to fill and that’s it, without any actual thought or character development behind it. characters should be more than what you think your audience wants to see. fuck the audience and complicate your characters. whump is messy and the dynamics should be too.

[dragonnan]

Saturday Sherlock Fic Recs

Gathered from my bookmarks :)

It's Not The Violin by copperbadge - M Somewhere between Alejandro and the fistfight, John Watson became someone Sherlock Holmes would kill for.

Sound of Silence by SailorChibi - G Sherlock returns from the dead but nothing is like it was. He doesn't speak and John doesn't understand, not until an encounter with the Yard explains the depths of Sherlock's trauma.

Lost for Words by awanderingbard - M Sherlock is assaulted by an unknown assailant while John is away at a medical conference, leaving him with a severe brain injury. While his intellect and personality are intact, he's lost the use of his right-side limbs and his ability to speak freely. John suddenly finds himself as the main source of support, and possibly a caregiver, to a flatmate who is struggling to do the things he loves most. And Sherlock Holmes has never been the best of patients.

Following On by in_in_in_in_in_in - G ‘Well,’ says Sherlock, throwing the empty bottle down into the foot well. ‘I did think I was going to die.’

‘You thought you were going to die?’ Donovan chokes out. ‘I knew you were a freak, but are you really so self-centred? I thought he was supposed to be your friend, and instead of worrying about him you’re worrying about yourself? Did you push him in front of you or something?’

When something happens to John, Sherlock doesn't understand why everyone's so surprised that he was worried for his own life.

Flinch by Salr323 - G "We hated him."

Oubliette by CherryBlossomTide - T After a traumatic incident, Sherlock becomes trapped in the darkest part of his Mind Palace. The only thing that can still reach him is the sound of John's voice.

A Cure for the Final Problem by Saasan - T (Warning for Character Death) As far as Sherlock knows, he's back in rehab, but something is amiss. Why won't John come visit him?

The Holiday by Scriblit - M (Warning for offscreen noncon) A month following an horrific, sadistic attack during a case, Sherlock is still physically incapacitated and emotionally damaged. A holiday is suggested, but even stuck out in the middle of nowhere, he and John happen upon a case that could make Sherlock begin to feel like his old self again - or could kill him.

Paying Back by Dayja - M Some men do not appreciate Sherlock's handling of their cases. They decide to pay him back.

Harmless Things by J_Baillier - M This is definitely not how John had imagined their Saturday night.

It takes John Watson to save your life. by Sparkypip - T A series of One shots where John saves Sherlock's life in so many ways. Will be updated sporadically as and when I get any time to write. As always I like my characters hurt, so plenty of angst, H/C, whump and bromance.

Seek Out The Unworthy by squire - T Set after the events of His Last Vow - but this time, the plane carrying Sherlock off to Eastern Europe never turned around, and John's life is very different as a result.

Hopeless Wanderer by Cyane (orphan_account) - Not Rated Mycroft wakes up in a cold, dark, cliche. Normally this would be fine, except this time, his captors were smart/stupid enough to drag Sherlock into this.

And they're going to be there for a while, until his agents and Scotland Yard figures out where they are.

This would be a hell of a lot easier if Mycroft wasn't blindfolded, tied up, and forced to listen to Sherlock's screams.

Redemption by sgam76 - G The reappearance of James Moriarty means an initial reprieve for Sherlock Holmes. But the consequences of that reappearance put not just the Holmes boys, but most of the world, at risk. An emerging threat in Eastern Europe brings visions of the plagues of the Middle Ages--but that's the least dangerous part.

English as a Foreign Language by standbygo - G Sherlock is not quite right after Mycroft pulls him out of Serbia.

When Your Belly's in the Trench by Morgan_Stuart - T The next time that door opens, John Watson will kill the person on the other side.

The Least of All Possible Mistakes by rageprufrock - M If ever a people deserved tasering, it’s Holmeses.

Define Vulnerability by TheGracefulBlueCat - T Shortly after Sherlock's return John realises something is very wrong with his friend. He, Greg and Mycroft try to help Sherlock as he falls deeper and deeper into the abyss called PTSD. But Sherlock is not ready to allow anyone in, but then the events of the current case cause him to hit bottom hard.

Into the Gloaming by Vulpesmellifera - M She lays the sage bundle down in one of his seashells, avoiding the label. How he loved cataloging natural items. That sharp mind of his so naturally tended to the sciences, and she’d taken great joy in encouraging him all his life. All the first thirteen years of it. The last year has been entirely different.

His hand lies just outside the white comforter. When she touches it, the chill of his skin sends a shiver down her spine. His lips move, his voice as soft as dead, dry leaves.

“What’s that, love?” she says.

“In the trees,” he says, his eyes still closed. “Is it John there in the trees? I think he’s waiting for me.”

Viola turns her gaze out the window and to the closest tree, a resplendent cherry in the throes of autumn. In the branches there, for just a second, she thinks she sees it: a black bird, feathers gleaming in the sun.

Learning the Heart by Calais_Reno - T An android tries to understand love and grief.

The Ancillus's Tale by Chryse - E (Warnings for noncon and MPREG) Once Sherlock’s body had been his alone. He was free to treat it with great care or none at all; to live on cigarettes and coffee and cocaine and then sleep it all off for days on end. He was free to stay in and sleep alone or to go to clubs and choose someone to touch him, mark him with nails and teeth or to kiss him with sweetness and care, according to his whim. Every part of it had been his decision. No more. Now he was property of the Crown, tagged and marked like one of the King’s deer, to be bred like one of his horses.

[obstinaterixatrix]

Do u know any good mob psycho 100 fanfics?? Or authors??

well obviously my sister but I’m guessing you’re the same anon so 1) you already know her fics 2) you want different recs from what’s on her list (some of them being fics I rec’d to her lol). recs will skew heavily seri/rei and I’m just going through my bookmarks so it’s gonna be most recently read to oldest read. also seconding sister’s recs of bobmoss and crookedturtle. but I’ll add a fic from each anyway because I already wrote something for one while I was drafting this (oops)

Recollection by CowardlyBean

This is the journal of missing 31 year old Reigen Arataka, distributed with permission from friends and family. The version presented in this document has been kindly edited with added commentary by a loyal customer of his. -Editor’s Note

gen, experimental and in progress at 14k so definitely deserves more love than it’s getting. inspired by house of leaves; as the summary says, it’s some rando writing annotations about reigen’s journal, but Something Weird Is Going On. the 4th chapter updated so I actually need to catch up. also, sister rec’d this fic to me

Like Acid Reflux, or Love by partingxshot

Dating Reigen is like dating a single dad—only with more children, weirder scruples, and an extreme ruthlessness vis-à-vis group takoyaki discounts. He's not hot enough for this.

OR: "Me, You and Steve" by Garfunkel and Oates but with fifteen million teenagers.

OR: Outsider POV exploring Reigen’s dedication to his gaggle of bizarre children through an ill-fated dating attempt.

OR: Serizawa gets bruxism.

gen(/pre-relationship seri/rei), oneshot, 7k. oc/reigen breakup lmao. extremely funny concept, extremely good execution

Dream Dial by Alakazamboni

For the better part of nine years, Arataka has proudly worked in customer service at a behemoth of a company. At least, that's what he remembers, but a strange illness and a mysterious caller keeps trying to convince him otherwise. It doesn't help that this caller has the power to distort reality.

seri/rei, in progress, 16k. great uncanny atmosphere, and also reigen is trapped in time prison as a miserable office worker. hasn’t been updated for a while but read it anyway, the stoping point is fine

What We Make by crookedturtle

Reigen and Tome are kidnapped from the Spirits and Such office to be used as leverage against Mob. They have two goals: to contact the outside world, and keep each other safe. In doing so they engage in a dangerous game of lies and manipulation with their captors—a game with potentially deadly consequences.

gen (bg seri/rei), complete, 36k. Good for whump and high stakes interpersonal maneuvering & drama. I liked how the story extends beyond rescue and goes into how everyone navigates the fallout

Man's Best Friend by bobmoss

A cursed dog gets left at Spirits and Such. Anyone who pets it is doomed to die a horrible death.

Reigen, of course, pets it.

seri/rei, oneshot, 4k. funny and cute and sweet :) there’s a very charming tentative & tender vibe

heart line by ruthwrites

It doesn’t really matter, he reminds himself. He’s making a change, just like all of Reigen’s clients. What’s on his hands isn’t set in stone. He just has to make sure Reigen doesn’t see it— even if it might feel nice to have that steady attention, Reigen’s hands that are so much nicer than Serizawa’s folding around his.

(or: Reigen starts offering palm readings as a service, leading to Serizawa having to confront his feelings for his boss.)

seri/rei, oneshot, 6k. getting together fluff, a fun light read that also highlights serizawa’s insecurities—the internal narration has good character voice

If you won't believe me when I say it, believe me when I don't by deathdefied

Two years after Reigen invited Serizawa to work for him, he still can't quite categorize his feelings for his coworker. Instead of actually dealing with those feelings like an adult and talking to his friend, he decided to get really paranoid and overthink everything Serizawa does.

seri/rei, complete, 26k. reigen drives himself nuts lmao

Obvious by skeilig

Tome’s perspective on Reigen and Serizawa’s developing relationship.

gen (but about seri/rei), oneshot, 3k. I like outsider perspective getting together fics, especially when the perspective character is like ‘I’m actually not invested in this except when it affects me directly’

Cover Me by flecksofpoppy

Reigen’s shadow seems longer as the days move forward, more solitary. The cuts on his face heal and the ache in his bones go away, but a new sting replaces it. It’s loneliness, the thing he had managed to avoid ever since a primary school-aged kid who could make cups float stumbled into his office so many years ago.

seri/rei, oneshot, 3k. getting together fic that shows off a little of reigen’s gloomier side, it’s cute

loved you just a little too much by shcherbatskayas

You learn how to let go.

(It doesn't come naturally.)

gen(ish), oneshot, 2k. 2nd person character study of serizawa’s relationship with touichiro, I liked the ambivalence; effectively captures development over time with a relatively short wordcount.

offering genuine help with genuine results by suitablyskippy

“The curse was pretty clear on me not telling lies,” concedes Reigen. “It was pretty clear on me telling the truth. But,” as he lifts one finger, already sliding into the same educational tone he generally uses for imparting wisdom to Mob about life and love and the overall holistic benefits of making sure he’s always available for unexpected overtime work on weekends, “telling the truth isn’t necessarily the same as being honest, is it?”

“You’re the professional liar,” says Dimple. “You tell me.”

(Being cursed to only tell the truth and being cursed with Dimple as an employee are pretty much equally bad, as far as Reigen's stress levels are concerned.)

gen, oneshot, 2k. the tags include friends with no benefits whatsoever, which is very apt. Very funny to have reigen and dimple be petty and shady

a slightly more miraculous miracle by suitablyskippy

“Rumour has it that something impossible’s happened. Something that could never have happened. That shouldn’t have been able to happen.” In a single slick move Mezato produces a tiny voice recorder from an inside pocket, flips it open and active, and holds it up before Mob’s mouth to ask him, in a tone of devastating intensity: “Do you know anything about… a miracle, Mob-kun?”

Mob doesn’t hesitate. “We had maths homework to hand in,” he says. “But now we don’t have to. We don’t even have to go to the lesson.”

(The sun is shining, the birds are singing, Salt Middle School has been closed by an unexplained miracle, and the only thing wrong in Spice City is the fact that nothing is even slightly wrong at all.)

teru/mob, incomplete, 55k. for the most part I haven’t been repeating authors on this list, but listen. listen to me. I need you to listen. it is extremely unlikely for this fic to ever be completed. but hark, lest this sad probability turn you away and leave you dispassionately scrolling to the next fic, I need you (you specifically) to know that if I were in the same room as you, I would be wrestling the phone/mouse/trackpad/touchscreen/etc from your hands and furiously clicking the link. when I bookmarked this fic in 2017 I described it as having “some breathtakingly sensical prose and the funniest misunderstandings I’ve ever read”. trust me from seven years ago. open your heart.

skylight by inexhaustible

unconnected snapshots in what might, in some worlds, be something a little like recovery.

seri/rei, oneshot, 2k. character study that nails the tension of an escalating romantic atmosphere.

come on, come on, come over (take it off your shoulder) by mortarsmayfall

Reigen's free hand cradles Serizawa's head, curled under his ear just so to turn it for a better angle. He feels his pulse pound under Reigen's fingers, shivers just the slightest bit. If Reigen notices, he doesn't say anything about it.

seri/rei, oneshot, 2k. when I first read this I saved it as a private bookmark because I was so embarrassed by the sheer intimacy of haircuts with severely unresolved sexual tension. I’m guessing this was written after studio bones gave us reigen cutting serizawa’s hair. crumbs no more; for once we had a feast to enjoy. short & sweet getting together fic

Off-White by reigreitz

Some habits are tells.

seri/rei, oneshot, 1k. snapshots of pre-relationship and established relationship scenes, I’m quite fond of it. on my first reading I’m pretty sure I remember not paying attention to the habit piece at all (even with it being right in the summary) so at the last scene I was hit by the double whammy of ‘oh so that was what serizawa was reacting to’ and ‘AW… THAT’S SWEET…’; I think the fic does a great job of hiding/not acknowledging certain things the perspective character knows and is reacting to, which makes it fun to reread and pinpoint what exactly serizawa’s previously more opaque train of thought was. like, it’s the same stuff, but you get to read into more nuance.

the seven stages of falling in love by reigen arataka by matsunoble

You suppose one of the weirdest times to realize you've fallen deeply and irrevocably in love is when it's fuck o'clock in the morning and you're blearily checking your fridge for leftover curry.

seri/rei, oneshot, 3k. I was quite taken by the mundane (and sometimes unappealing) descriptions of love, and I like when serizawa has the upper hand

Mr. Psychic by beefstatic

Looks like trouble in Spice City...

seri/rei, oneshot, 4k. Serizawa Acts Like An Intimidating Bodyguard During Tense/Shady Situations. fun emphasis on that potential aspect of his character, I like how it’s done.

Late by hamlingo

For the first few days after hiring Serizawa, Reigen couldn’t help but be alarmed when the door opened at eight o’clock sharp in the mornings. He got used to it eventually, and in a month’s time he was more surprised when the door didn’t creak open right on time.

This was one of those mornings.

seri/rei, oneshot, 2k. this is actually among the first seri/rei fics I bookmarked so I can say with relative certainty that on may 20th 2017 I decided that maybe seri/rei was not just a joke of me indulging my own spurious unreasonable whims. fun character study and has that enjoyable tension of pleasant pre-relationship uncertainty.

Quiet Talks by krypkaktus

At some point, Reigen cutting his hair twice a month had turned into a mutual habit.

seri/rei, oneshot, 600 words. another charming snapshot of pre-relationship uncertainty, pleasantly embarrassing unresolved romantic tension.

walk in by ruthwrites

It was then he realized that the reason Reigen and Serizawa were standing so close was because they were kissing.

Mob was not really sure what to do with that information.

(or: mob leaves something at the office, comes back, and walks into something he wasn't supposed to)

seri/rei, oneshot, 3k. an extremely popular fic for extremely valid reasons, this is a shining example of the outsider POV shipfic where the perspective character is like. I’m 14 and did not want to see you guys kissing. and the couple is like. we also did not want you to see us kissing, this is excruciatingly awkward.

tomorrow isn't always another day by suitablyskippy

It’s like Reigen’s been waiting for the question. He stops dead on the pavement, grips Mob by the shoulders, and stares down into his eyes with an expression as haunted as though every ghost the pair of them has ever exorcised has taken up residence behind it. “Mob,” he says. “Mob,” he says again. “Tell me, Mob. Look at me and tell me. Tell me truthfully. Do I look cursed to you?”

Mob looks at him, and tells him truthfully. “No.”

“Well, you didn’t look very long,” says Reigen. “Let’s just stand here for a moment, like so, and you can have another look, a nice long look, and really think about it...”

(There's nothing strange about being called back to exorcise the same haunted photocopier six days in a row. It must just be a very haunted photocopier.)

gen, oneshot, 18k. I didn’t mean to rec the same author three (3) times but this is also one of my top faves. extremely funny time prison where nobody is on the same page ever.

space voyage by Anonymous

Tome Kurata is slightly famous—or notorious, more like—for being... a weirdo, to put it simply. She's definitely a person of interest. Just not exactly in a newsworthy way, which is obviously the only way that matters.

mezato/tome, oneshot, 1k. charming pre-relationship contention, they’re the same type of self-absorbed and tunnel vision (affectionate)

I was thinking of not writing up recs for sister’s fics but since one author got three (3) fics on the list I’m gonna also put 3 of my fave fics of sister’s

Reigen's Comprehensive Fool-Proof Guide on How Not To Be Next Door Neighbors With Your Employee (because that'd just be creepy) by MalkyTop

Reigen hires Serizawa and they somehow end up as roommates.

seri/rei, complete, 17k. a fic sister wrote for ✨ME✨ that shows off reigen’s neuroticism and his decidedly not-normal attempts to come across as Extremely Normal, The Most Normal Man Alive. there are so many comedic setups and payoffs. there are so many shenanigans. reigen gets frog-boiled into romance. actually, I drop that term a lot but I’m not sure it’s a common enough to intuitively understand. it refers to the boiling frog metaphor

If At First You Don't Succeed, Find a Loophole by MalkyTop

Reigen keeps dying; Serizawa keeps trying to save him.

seri/rei, complete, 18k. sister was insane for this because she trapped all of her readers AND herself in time prison by releasing one chapter a day. it was really funny to witness because I was the only person not in time prison by virtue of editing privilege. while we were watching mondays: see you next week (an office time loop movie), sister was saying she was impressed at how effective/efficient the movie was at picking which scenes to repeat. this is to say, as someone who notices these details, sister was very intentional about when things changed and how things changed from the perspective of a character completely unaware of time prison. also, the emotional momentum is extremely good, I loved reading serizawa’s increasing desperation from reigen’s context-less perspective.

in absentia* by MalkyTop

After what was supposed to be a routine exorcism, Reigen wakes up in the wrong body.

serirei, complete, 26k. slowburn bodyswap with mystery and intrigue. a solid casefic! I can be biased and right. there are metanarrative elements that I find fun and that, in my opinion, highlights how sister did in fact get a degree in philosophy. there’s also some fun subtle and messy characterization notes, like when serizawa asks reigen not to cook for him. it’s hard to talk about what I like about this fic without giving away a lot of specifics, so go read it.

[serickswrites]

Make Me Your Villain: Epilogue

Master list link here (includes chapter links, summary, and character bios)

Ok friends, we made it to the end. 28 chapters. Thank you for hanging in with me. I hope you enjoyed! And this epilogue was totally self indulgent and cheesy. After hurting my feelings so royally writing this series, I needed some cheesy semi comfort. And I am fully aware this is a trope that is so saccharine it hurts my teeth. But sometimes we need it, ok.

Warnings: referenced death, referenced grief

Nova sat beneath the willow, enjoying the shade it provided from the hot summer sun. She had spent countless hours under this tree. The shadows swirled around her. “I miss you, baby,” Nova said as she leaned against the tree’s trunk.

Shadows creeped along her legs as the leaves swayed in the breeze. “I still see you everywhere. Every shadow I see you. I wish it was you. But you are here, with me.”

Chimes tinkled in the distance—Henry had designed a meditation garden for the three of them only three years ago. The sound of the chimes tinkling in the breeze soothed her now.

“I’m thirty-four today. I’m older than you ever got to be,” she added sadly. “You’ve been gone for longer than you were here in my life. Which is strange because I feel like you were in my life always. But you weren’t. And now I’ve had to live longer without you than with you.”

Her eyes pricked with tears. She wiped her cheek and continued. “Jude’s being transferred to a more secure facility. Someone else tried to kill him yesterday. Someone is always trying to kill him. I know you would say that he doesn’t deserve to be murdered, but respectfully, baby, you’re wrong. He deserves nothing but unending pain.”

“Mama!” A boy called in the distance. “Mama! Where are you?”

“He’s just like you. Or at least like what I imagine you were like, Liam. He looks like you. Except for his hair.” She touched her own hair. It was a curling shock of pink today. “He has my hair. Well, my natural hair. He’s been perfect.”

The shadows under the tree doubled. Nova looked up into a pair of pale blue eyes. Eyes the shade of the sky at dawn. Eyes that were filled joy and mirth. “Found you, Mama!”

“You did, clever boy!” Nova said as she scooped up her son and kissed his cheeks. She stared into his pale eyes, smiling as he smiled at her. “Where are you supposed to be right now, Cian?”

Cian pouted. “Uncle Henry wouldn’t let me eat the cake. I’m hungry, Mama. And it’s a big cake. Can’t I have one piece? Just one, please.”

Nova kissed his cheeks again, leaning back against the tree. “If Uncle Henry says ok, that’s ok with me. We’re not going to eat dinner until Auntie Elsie gets here later.”

Cian jumped up. He started to bound back towards the house.

“Thanks, Mama! I love you!”

“Love you, sweetheart, always and forever!”

Nova settled herself once more against the trunk of the tree. She leaned back and stared up at the branches. “You would have loved your son, Liam. He’s all the best parts of you with just a sprinkling of me. And he’s just perfect.” Nova sighed as a leaf caressed her cheek and the wind picked up. The shadows swirled around her once more and she could have sworn she heard I love you, gorgeous, in this life and the next on the breeze.

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[actress4him]

Empires Rise, Kingdoms Fall - Chapter 1 - Calamity

Attention, everyone who voted for the winning choice on my “what should I write next” poll! It took me a bit longer than I anticipated, but the first chapter of my new series is here!

This will feature a female main whumpee, because it’s me so of course it will, but I do plan on bringing in at least one male whumpee later. So, if you enjoy multi-gender royal whump, this series is for you! Let me know if you’d like to be on a tag list for this series.

Contains: lady whump, dude whump, lots of blood, lots of death, murder, war, royal whump

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The kingdom is falling. 

From her bedroom window, Maela can see thousands of soldiers, crawling like ants over the hillsides. Smoke furls up into the sky from the nearest towns and villages. Her ladies-in-waiting have assured her time and time again that the war will never reach them here, that even if it did, the city walls are too strong, that Highlea cannot possibly fall.

Yet as she stands in enraptured horror, skirts clutched tightly in her fists, the entire castle is in an uproar. Servants are throwing jewels and tapestries into trunks in a desperate attempt to save them. The last of the Highlean army, those who have not already gone out to fight, are swarming along the tops of the walls, finding their positions to defend the keep. Somewhere down the corridor, someone is weeping loudly.

“Princess!” Her chief lady-in-waiting, Semira, appears at her side and grasps her elbow. “Come, we must get you somewhere safe.”

They were supposed to be safe here. 

Semira seems to sense the protest in her gaze, forcing a smile that is meant to be comforting. “It’s alright. This is all just precautions, I’m sure none of it will be necessary in the end. But your mother is already on her way to the great hall, we should join her there.”

Maela allows herself to be led away from the window. Her eyes drag across her room, taking in the canopied bed, the books, the painting of her with her family as if in a dream. There’s a sense of dread weighing down her steps, something telling her that she’ll never see this room again.

“What about Father? And…and Adler and Eiran?”

“The king and princes have gone out to make their stand with the soldiers,” Semira answers gently. “But you shouldn’t worry about them. They’re strong. They’ll want you safe and protected, though.”

She knows they’re strong. They’ve been trained well, and her father has been to war many times. Adler, too, has marched out to battle before, and come back unscathed.

But Eiran, like herself, has never seen war. He’s only seventeen, a year her senior. All they’ve known is the aftermath, when soldiers are brought back on stretchers and draped over the shoulders of their comrades, bleeding and missing limbs and dying.

Will that be her family’s fate before the day is over?

Semira practically drags her through the corridors. They pass multiple servants, but none of them bother to pause and bow or even nod to the princess, too caught up in their urgent tasks. 

The great hall is in the centermost part of the keep, with no windows and great wooden doors that can be barred shut. They’ve never had to do so before. But now, as soon as Maela and Semira are inside, two guards drop the large crossbar into place with a thud that echoes through the cavernous room. 

Queen Haelyn stands in the very center of the hall, her back turned to them. She looks lost, and small. 

Taking a step forward, hands clasped anxiously in front of her, Maela calls out with a slight tremor in her voice. “Mother?”

The queen spins around, smiling with relief. It doesn’t quite cover the worry that’s etched into her face. “Maela. Good, you’re here. Thank you, Semira.”

“Of course, Your Majesty.” Semira curtsies in response. 

Maela lifts her skirts so she can hurry across the floor to where her mother stands. She searches her face, finding lines in her normally perfect brown skin, and strands of black hair that aren’t quite as neatly tucked away as usual. “Mother…I’m afraid for Father and the boys.”

Queen Haelyn’s attention has already been drawn elsewhere, her gaze seeming to pierce through the stone walls and out to where the fighting continues, but she drags it almost reluctantly back to her daughter. “Hm? Oh. I’m…certain they’ll be alright, dear. The city has never been breached before, and certainly they won’t make it here, to the keep. This castle was built to be easily defended.” 

It’s all just repetition of the same things Maela’s ladies-in-waiting have been telling her. As if she’s quoting something from a book, or information that has been passed to her that she has no choice but to believe. 

“If there’s no way for them to breach, then…why are we barricading ourselves here?” She waves a hand toward the locked doors. “Why are all the servants packing away our valuables as if the keep may be looted or burned?”

“It’s just a precaution, dear.” Again, she repeats Semira’s words, in a hazy voice that speaks the opposite of her words. She’s afraid, too. 

Everyone is afraid. The fear permeates the air, and has been growing thicker with each passing day. This army…it’s not like others who have marched against them before. Rumors precede it - of a number of soldiers beyond count, of ruthless followers and a far more ruthless leader, of kingdom after kingdom crumbling in its path.

So many towns and villages of Highlea have already been decimated. Now, it seems, it’s their turn.

Maela isn’t ready to die. Nor is she ready to lose everything she knows and everyone she loves.

But she’s not going to receive comfort from her mother. Giving the expected half-curtsy, despite the fact that no one is paying attention, she backs away and returns to Semira. She’s the only one of her ladies-in-waiting that she’s seen since the chaos began, and she’s afraid to ask where the others are. The only other people in the hall are the two guards by the doors, and a few of the highest officials of the court. 

Everyone else is out there somewhere, left to their own devices and the hands of fate. Inside this room, cut off from the rest of the world, it’s hard to keep her imagination from running wild of what that fate might be. 

Minutes stretch into hours. Semira, always vigilant about her princess’ wellbeing, tries to convince Maela to sit and rest, but she can’t. Anxiety has seized every inch of her body, thrumming through her veins. She can’t even stay still, much less sit down.

The silence from beyond the doors is nearly unbearable, until it’s broken and she finds herself wishing that it would return. At first, it’s thumping and banging. The fight isn’t close enough for them to actually hear the clanging of swords, but it has obviously moved much closer to the keep. Far too close. 

Queen Haelyn, across the room on her throne, goes from staring aimlessly at the walls to squeezing her eyes tightly shut. Maela grasps Semira’s hand so hard that she’s probably crushing it.

When the first scream erupts from somewhere across the castle, Maela jolts, then claps a hand to her mouth. She can feel the blood draining from her face. The screams multiply - some pained, some frightened, some dragging on in agony. Each one is like a knife to her gut. Tears stream down her face.

The army is here. They’re inside the castle. 

She finds herself looking to her mother again, but there’s still nothing to draw from her. The queen’s eyes are still closed, and now her lips are moving. Whispering prayers, most likely. Maela instead glances at Semira, hoping for comfort from the one source she can usually count on it from, but she’s gone just as pale and is staring wide-eyed at the doors.

Any second now, they’ll arrive here, at the great hall. And if towering stone walls and an entire army couldn’t stop them, then what are two wooden doors going to do?

They’re going to die. Highlea has fallen, their people are slaughtered, and they’re next.

Something slams against the doors, and the wood shudders. Maela cries out in fear. She wants desperately to turn and bury her face in Semira’s shoulder, but that’s unbecoming of a princess, even one who’s about to die. 

Another hit, and Semira drags her toward the thrones so that they can stand close to her mother. The other nobles and officials are clustered together on one side of the room, the guards facing the doors with their swords drawn as if the mere two of them can stop what no army has been able to.

The doors splinter on the third hit. 

On the fourth, they fly wide open. Soldiers in foreign armor pour into the hall past the battering ram. Maela stumbles backwards, clinging to the arm of her father’s empty throne.

The two guards are down within seconds, their blood leaking out onto the polished wooden floor. The officials are next, surrounded and murdered without even a chance to fight back. Their strangled gasps and cries imbed into Maela’s chest.

Then everything stops. The soldiers spread out across the room, filling up the corners yet leaving an open pathway down the center, and they simply stand there, facing the three remaining women. No one speaks, no one moves. Maela’s not sure she’s even breathing.

Footsteps click down the corridor, breaking the silence. A moment later, a woman sweeps into the room, her golden crown glinting in the torchlight. Her train, a brilliant red that nearly perfectly matches the blood on the floor, drags across the bodies of the guards as if they’re merely part of the landscape. 

There’s no mistaking who she is, even if Maela has never actually seen her before. She’s heard enough. The woman’s black hair is cropped close to her scalp in the style of the warm southern kingdom of Seland, her golden eyes outlined in kohl. 

There have been many rumors about those eyes, mostly from superstitious townsfolk who whisper that she can burn down entire kingdoms just from the force of her gaze. Standing here right now, watching the way they bore into both her and her mother in turn, Maela almost believes them. 

“Queen Haelyn,” the woman purrs. “A pleasure to finally meet you.”

The queen sits stiff and poised on her throne. “Queen Edrice.”

“Actually, it’s Empress now, haven’t you heard?” Her smile makes Maela’s skin crawl. “Yours is only the latest in the line of kingdoms that are now under my rule.”

Without waiting for a response, she makes a motion with one hand and the soldiers closest to the doors immediately turn and walk back out of the room. A moment later, they return leading yet more soldiers. These, however, are dragging bodies behind them. 

The first is tossed roughly at the empress’ feet, and Maela’s gasp echoes through the room. 

“The king is dead,” Empress Edrice announces without breaking eye contact with Queen Haelyn. She raises one slender eyebrow. “Long live the king?”

The second body is dropped, then the third. 

“No,” Maela whispers. Her eyes dart back and forth between the three, grief seizing her chest until it feels like it will be crushed.  

“Oops.” Edrice gives a brief glance toward Adler, the eldest prince. “The king is dead…again.” 

She turns her head to consider Eiran, the youngest. “Oh. Well, this one is still alive.” 

Hope surges inside of Maela, despite how still and bloody her brother looks, only to falter when the empress speaks again. 

“Can any of you provide a reason that I should keep him that way?”

For an agonizingly long moment, complete silence falls over the crowded room. Maela looks desperately to her mother, afraid that she’s going to just sit there and allow this to happen. 

Her father is dead. Adler is dead. But Eiran is still alive, he can still be saved. Out of all the loss that has happened today, perhaps this one can be prevented. 

She and her brother are a long way from their days of sneaking treats to her father’s dogs and going on long horse rides together and making fun of nobility behind their backs. Their time now is spent in more appropriate pursuits for their titles, and very rarely in each other’s company. 

But she still loves him. 

Queen Haelyn finally speaks up, her voice a shadow of what it was a moment ago. “He’s…he’s just a boy.”

The empress hums in response. “Yes. A boy who is technically now the king. And unfortunately, I really don’t have a need for kings.”

“Please!” The word bursts from Maela before she can stop it, and she almost regrets it once she has Edrice’s full attention on her, shrinking back a little. She has to try, though, foolish as it may be. “Please…Your Majesty. Spare him.”

There’s that smile again, cruel and far too humored by the whole situation. “As pretty as your pleas are, dear, I’m afraid they’re not enough to stay my hand.”

She gives her wrist a flick, and the soldier who’d dragged Eiran in draws his sword, plunging it through the small gap in the prince’s armor. His body flails for only an instant before falling still again, blood spilling out from around the sword and coating his armor in a red sheen. 

With a wail, Maela crumples to her knees. It’s not proper behavior, but she doesn’t care. Her brothers and father are dead. Everything in her world is coming crashing down around her, and she has the horrifying feeling that it’s not about to stop. 

“Well that’s taken care of.” The nonchalance in her voice is maddening. “Now I suppose that leaves the queen.”

“No,” Maela sobs. “No, no, no…”

Another gesture from Empress Edrice, and two soldiers charge forward, seizing Queen Haelyn by both arms and jerking her from her throne. She doesn’t fight them, only stumbles forward as gracefully as possible under the circumstances, her chin lifted high as she’s planted in front of the empress. 

Maela lunges toward her, but is stopped by Semira’s arm thrown around her waist. She falls back to her knees, tears pouring down her cheeks. 

Even facing death in utter defeat, her mother is beautiful. She’s always been beautiful, always perfect, the picture of what a queen should be and what Maela must strive to be. Somehow she always knew that she could never be that perfect, though, and she feels it now more than ever. There’s no possible way that she will stare death in the face with that same poise and grace.

“Any last words, Your Majesty?”

Maela can see her mother’s shoulders rise and fall slightly as she takes in a breath, but the words that follow take her by surprise. “My daughter. She’s a child still, she’s no threat to you.”

Edrice’s lips purse in amusement. “Touching.” 

As much as she doesn’t want to watch, Maela can’t tear her eyes away. Another sword is drawn and thrust through Queen Haelyn’s middle, protruding bright red out her back. When it’s yanked back again, the soldiers let go of her arms, and she collapses to the floor. 

Maela’s whole family is lying dead in front of her. There’s so much blood, the wood underneath is barely visible anymore. 

Time warps, and she somehow spends an eternity staring at those four dead bodies while she weeps until her stomach hurts and her throat is raw. 

Meanwhile, Semira is pulled away from her, fighting desperately to keep hold but ultimately failing. Maela cries even harder at her loss. She wants to turn, to find out if her closest friend’s fate is the same as the others, but she’s trapped in this moment of unending grief, unable to move and too afraid to face yet another bloody death of a loved one. 

For an instant she thinks, a bit hysterically, that this can’t possibly be real. This whole day has been a dream, surely, a nightmare that she’ll wake from at any moment. 

But then the scent of blood hits her all over again, and she’s forced to face the terrifying truth. This is all very, very real. 

Suddenly Empress Edrice is standing directly in front of her. Maela can’t help flinching back. This is it, her time has now come. She wishes, selfishly, that she could have been first, that she wouldn’t have had to endure seeing everyone else’s deaths before her own. 

At least this way, her parents won’t have to witness her cowardice.

“Come now, dear, you’re alright.” The empress reaches out with long, slender fingers and tips Maela’s chin upwards so that she can look into her tear-soaked face. Her mouth twists into an expression that Maela doesn’t quite understand. 

“Such a pretty, pitiful little thing. Your mother was right, you’re no threat to me.” The fingers leave her chin and gracefully swipe some of the tears away before tracing her jawline. Maela shudders involuntarily. The touch is gentle, even kind. But she’s keenly aware that this same hand ordered the murder of her family just minutes ago. 

She’s also keenly aware that she doesn’t seem like she’s about to order hers. 

The expression on Empress Edrice’s face turns back into a smile. “Don’t worry. I’m going to take very good care of you.”

Maela stares up at her with watery, bewildered black eyes. She’s…not going to kill her. Why? She should be glad, should feel at least some form of relief at knowing she doesn’t have to die. 

But somehow, living now seems like the more frightening option. 

[destiny-in-the-universe]

two down, another to go.

This is going to a mix of about 4-5 different prompts and it’s going to be very much a doozy, esp. because of the fandom choice. It’s extremely late, and I’m not expecting anyone to see this until sometime tomorrow, but the fandom oddly enough is Cars. As in the Pixar movie!

It’ll be an extremely niche reader group but oh fucking well. This is what I’m fixated on writing apparently. For some explanation, it follows the most alt canon to ever be written but it is implied to take place following the events of Cars 2! Lightning is still a racer and at the top of his game, though things take an unexpected, sudden turn in this - since I just like to be mean when it comes to my favorites lmao which includes this boy. Also! Keep in mind everyone is human.

I will say he gets to go through it and is loosely inspired by a great series on Ao3 which I will link later if I can find. It’s definitely becoming its own multi-chaptered work though I’ll cover that later since I’ve no idea if people will be interested in that!

Read below the cut for more information about the Cars whump prompt!

Whumptober Event

Following an alternative canon, Lightning McQueen has returned for another year of racing in order to win the latest Piston Cup, but when things take an unexpected turn for the worse - will he be able to pick himself back up again?

The characters are, of course, humanized. Timeline wise, it’s supposed to take place after Cars 2, but presumably before Cars 3. There are a few key differences from the canon franchise however.

Cars AU Headcanons

I am not incredibly mean, so despite that my love for angst, suffering, and whump - Doc Hudson is not dead. Also because I’m a complete sucker for Doc’s dynamic with Lightning McQueen, and is a huge part for the incoming series/whump writing event.

Mater is very much Not Straight. He doesn’t have a label on himself, but after breaking things off with Holley Shiftwell - he has begun catching feelings for a certain someone. We’ll get to this later!

Mater is also Extremely Autistic and ADHD. You can’t convince me otherwise, holy shit

Lightning McQueen is so ADHD. This is canon now. I make the rules!

Sarge and Fillmore are in a committed relationship, and have been ever since the 1960’s. This is not center to the au I’m working on, but it’s also going to be referenced so,

Doc Hudson has mobility issues and uses a cane to help him walk. His crash won’t be a main focus, but yes, the cane is a mobility aid due to scarring from the incident in his youth!

Hurt Lightning McQueen means adoptive parent Doc Hudson. This is all you’re getting!

Finn and Holley might not appear in this installation, but they’ll probably get referenced in some way!

Lightning is an orphan. It’s unclear what happened to his parents, so all the people he has are from Radiator Springs.

While it’s not a major focus in this version, and is more in the past, I am very much a Harv basher. Have fun with this!

I’ll expand on this universe later, but the short version - Lightning deals with the aftermath of an incident during a race and the road to recovery is far from easy; at least he has his found family to help every step of the way. In other words, I traumatize Lightning for my own whump serving purposes. I’ll be in touch!

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Soooo as I told you, I want to write something for 3K and that’s gonna be a hero x villain series! (I was thinking about 3 - 5 parts [typical story structure I know CALL ME A NERD]).

I know people aren’t that interested in series, at least not on my blog and that’s okay! However, I would love to write something that’s a bit longer, something that goes more into depth and explores characters. Something that has a bit of everything: whump, angst, smut, comfort.

Thanks to my two favourite people in the entire world, I (we) have come up with a vague idea of where this is gonna go. But now it’s your decision:

I’m very excited and I hope you’re gonna stick with me and enjoy it as well 🥲

[chaotic-orphan]

remember when you called vendetta your “happy fic”?

Vendetta is my happy fic <3

Even though it’s so bleak and fucked, I love it with all my heart!!!! I think it’s Jann’s song tbh, it’s so powerful, like yeah, I feel great writing it XD Like Top three of my series (for my tastes as a reader atm) would be:

Vendetta, ALWAYS AND FOREVER — MAYBE?! WHO KNOWS?!

The Immortal Hunter (idk why, vampires man, they are never bad), and

A Benignant Mischief (because I have never written anything like it before!!! My boys are so soft and squishy, (but whump… fantasy whump is coming… also!!! Scary king alternate POV???? )

But with Vendetta…. Phewf, I love writing the action scenes [even though they’re kind of janky in some places, and could be a little more fluid] but that high paced action sequence there’s just something so alive about it!!!!

Like in movies? It takes like twenty seconds, flash bang, thank you ma’am, and then the good guys win, boo, boring, who cares —

IN BOOKS?! IN WRITING?!?! YOU’RE THERE IN THE MUD, IN THE PISS AND SHIT AND BLOOD AND IT’S SO TIRING AND SO, SOO JE NE SAIS QUOI?! AND IT GOES ON FOR CHAPTERS!!! CHUNK OF A BOOK OF FIGHTING AND GAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

It really is a delight to write, like all the quirky villains that Hero has to fight in one to one quick encounters are so fun!!! Because they don’t really have character or plot except me reviewing my writing like —- hmmm, this is too easy, let me put another obstacle in front of Hero — cue a bloodthirsty, flamboyant Villain UGH! I live for that shit.

Plus, it’s only getting started, I have so much planned for Vendetta, i really love Hero and Supervillain— because they both think they’re in the right — but the next chapter is (should be?) the end of the first arc and oh my god IT GETS WORSE — For Hero at least, the dying does die out a little in the start of the second arc, but fuuuuuuuuccckkkk I AM SO EXCITED BAH-BAH-BOOM

*starts writing furiously after seeing this*

[16woodsequ]

Fic ask game: 3, 4, 19, & 20!

From this ask game! Thank you! ♥

3. What is your absolute favorite kind of fic to write?

Another type of fic I love to write is when I can show off some of the research I've done. It is immensely satisfying to me to finish a fic and feel that it is at least somewhat close to accurate. I know I can never know everything and the past is so variable, but I love providing snap shots of it using what I've learned.

4. Are there any other fic writers you admire? If so, who and why?

Oh gosh. I really admire @jinxquickfoot. Her weakness series is such amazing whump! If I had more time I'd write so much whump. I think it's really impressive how broad of a character range she writes in that series. She writes all sorts of characters which is an amazing skill.

19. Why did you start writing?

Because I had thoughts and feelings about characters and I needed other people to see the character as I did! Basically I realised no one could know or even consider my headcanons unless I shared them and that basically lead to a 'in this essay i will' type mindset for fic writing XD

20. 4 sentences from your work that you’re proud of

The other day I started a Selkie Steve Rogers fic that I am now obsessed with. It's not done yet, but here's a sneak peek at four lines from it:

“Never let anyone know what that pelt means to you,” Sarah warns him, a hint of bitterness in her voice as she lays him in bed to sleep next to the stove, watching as he buries his face into the fur next to his pillow. “Never give your pelt to anyone, dear. Do you understand me?” The first time Joe takes his pelt and hides it as punishment for some slight, Steve understands.  A deep ache opens up in his chest, and he suffers his first of what doctors call asthma attacks.

[lady-of-the-spirit]

3, 8, 9, 20, 27, 32, 35, 51, 53 and 64 for the fic writer ask game!

3. on a scale of 1-10 how much do you enjoy incorporating romance into the average story?

It has its place, and I am guilty of slipping romance or at least shippy vibes into fics that I did not INTEND to be romantic. I also like writing it in general, even though I struggle with writing the physical aspects (kissing). so I'd say, probably like, a 7/10. which is surprising, because the majority of my fics are rated Gen.

actually I went and figured out that out of all my fics, 70% of them are rated gen which I think is a fun coincidence.

8. what’s your relationship with constructive criticism and feedback like? do you seek it out? how well do you take it?

If I ask for it, I would like it. I don't want it if I didn't ask for it. I may still read it and consider it, but I'm gonna be annoyed by it. Feedback in general? fine - but I do like more than just "I liked this", although I love those comments. when I'm looking for FEEDBACK though, I need more than that. I need to know all your thoughts.

9. in an ideal world where you’re already super successful and published, would you want to see a tv or movie adaptation of your work? why or why not?

If I'm involved, why not? I think the majority of my (imagined) works would work better as a series, though. We've seen how turning longer works into movies works - usually not very well. I want to see my ocs on the screen. (in my dream world it would be an animated show, especially the fantasy ones, but we can't have everything in this live action obsessed world.)

20. what is your favorite trope to write?

soft fics: found family

hurt/comfort fics: trauma reveals

27. do you share rough drafts or do you wait until it’s all polished? And who do you share them with?

depends on how much thought I put into a fic. I'll usually at least scan through and reread fics before publishing, but if it's a fic I wrote in one sitting totally at random? I'll skim it and then post without thinking twice. Fics that I put more thought in, I'll go over at least a few times before publishing. I've only shared rough drafts a few times, and that's when I'm really unsure about the story for some reason and need someone to give it a scan and let me know their thoughts.

32. do characters influence your writing style?

oh definitely!! Every character is a little different so that changes how I write their perspective, so that automatically changes the voice I use when I'm writing.

35. tell us about a character who’s very different than you who you love a whole lot

Most characters I love a whole lot are very different from me lmao but the one who comes to mind most of all is probably Yataka from Arata the Legend. He's a very prim and proper man, very focused on etiquette and being a gentleman, he hates being touched, is obsessed with cleanliness, and also is a HUGE bitch, will bicker like a 5 year old with his best friend (neither of them would admit to being best friends and have one of THE MOST dynamics of all time), and has the capacity for extreme violence and absolutely unhinged behaviour. he also hates himself so much. I'm obsessed with him I love him so much.

51. share the synopsis of a story you work on that you haven’t published yet

Sersi gets harassed/assaulted and the team/whoever sees it are fiercely protective. (aka more Sersi whump and team dynamics.) (I'm still debating whether Ikaris should know or not because he may straight up kill the person.)

53.when writing, do you have an outline? and do you stick to it?

depends on how much I care about the details of the story, or how much I want to get it right. Especially if it's a longer fic, I want to plan as much as I can ahead of time. Or if it deals with more serious topics, I want to figure out how to deal with those ahead of time.

64. what is your favourite title for a fic you’ve read?

5 Times Where Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji Lose a Braincell and 1 Time Where They Lose Another on account of it being a perfect summary of the fic.

fanfic writer ask game

[fictional-at-heart]

Writer’s Tag Game

Tagged by @sassyandclassy94

1. Link to your masterlist:

I don’t have a masterlist, but I’ll link my AO3 here!🫶🏻

2. Favorite and least favorite genres to write (angst/smut/fluff, etc):

My ultimate favorite is whump! But I’m not sure what my least favorite is. I’ve never attempted smut, and fluff can be fun to write (even though I’m more of a whump girl)

3. Favorite characters to write for?

Hiccup and Astrid, definitely! And I also really enjoy writing for Bobby, and Billy is a lot of fun too!

4. Which one of your works is your favorite?

Can I cheat and say three?👉🏻👈🏻 Before the Flame Goes Out, my first Hiccup whump, Go Ahead and Throw Your Stones, my Bobby whump, and I’ll Bleed Out For You, my Billy the Kid whump

5. Which one of your works is more popular than you thought it would be?

Before the Flame Goes Out. That was my first whumpy fanfic, and if you’d told me it would get 3,819 hits and 218 kudos, I probably would’ve laughed and said yeah right. And here it is today, two years later, still collecting hits and kudos. 🥹

6. Which one of your works is less popular than you thought it would be?

Safe In the Arms Of Love (Billy the Kid) and Dog Kennel (The Boys in the Boat). Although, maybe more so Safe in the Arms of Love. I suppose Dog Kennel I kind of expected to flop. But it doesn’t matter because I like it, and it’s wholesome mischief between the boys. 😌

7. Which one of your fics was hardest to write? Why?

Own All Your Tears and Just Roll With the Waves, I think. (Gosh, looking back, that is a looong title… oops) Not that it was that difficult to write technically, but that particular week leading up to that was really tough for me with grieving my Nana, and so I kind of channeled that into a one shot about Hiccup grieving Stoick. So while that wasn’t technically hard for me to write, it was still hard for me to write… does that make sense?

8. What is your favorite fanfic by someone else?

Oh!! Oh!!! The Tangling and The Raveling by bannisterroadkill!!! That fanfiction has SUCKED me in, and I tell you, whenever I get an email that she updated, I know I’m in for a wonderful little treat that I’m going to inhale! It’s the Tangled story with Hiccup and Astrid, BUT she’s put her own twists into it to make it her own. It’s still Tangled, but also not. Then you get to The Raveling and your mind is just blown. And her characterization is always on point! I never once thought she wrote anyone out of character. She’s truly one of the best fanfic writers ever!

I also forget what it’s called, but one of @milliesfishes with her Daisy character. That series makes you feel every single possible feel that can be felt reading a series. 🥹 She is also SUCH a talented writer!!

I don’t know many writers on here, but I’ll tag my fav three🫶🏻 But if anyone else sees this and wants to do it, you’re tagged! @bannisterroadkill @milliesfishes @francixoxoxo

[sunshiline-writes]

Some more facts about me.

I know I already made an introduction post. But this is kinda a more in depth version? With my previous post I just kinda wanted to say hi and I’m here.

So here are some cool facts about me if you’re so keen on knowing.

My name is Sunny and I am a 20 year old Mexican-American. Soon to be 21 in June hehe.

I am chronically ill and spend a lot of time in hospitals and emergency rooms. Writing helps me keep busy when I’m bored in a hospital bed

I have ADHD, Bi-polar, BDP, and anxiety all of which make appearances in my writing.

When I was a kid I used to eat rocks lmfao.

Here are some of my favorite whump tropes I love to read/write and what you will probably see in my writings

Creepy/Intimate Whumper

Minor whump (don’t like don’t read I’ll provide CW whenever it appears)

POC whump (as a POC I tend to put myself in the characters I create, assume that all my OCS are POC unless said otherwise, don’t like, don’t read)

Captivity whump and POW whump

Parental caretaker

Begging/whipping/branding (all favs)

Brainwashing/cults/forced to participate

I like darker stories in general so that’s probably what you’ll see here

Things that you will NOT see in my writings are:

Hospital whump or any of that type of setting

Chronic illness

I also have some of my favorite whump blogs that have been super helpful and lovely with introducing me to the whump community and stuff. Also some stories that I LOVE are

• @coldresolve Moneymakers series

• @for-the-love-of-angst and Pretty much ALL of their writings fr fr Im obessed, but especially their Taron writings.

• @darkthingshappen and all of their writings too. Like wow so incredible

• and there are so many more but this is already getting kinda long lmfao.

Okay okay one more thing! I have a WIP that I will be posting pretty soon. Here’s what it’s about:

Jeremiah has lived with the Oculi his whole life. Training and being used as a weapon against people he doesn’t even know. His powers make him a rare commodity within the Oculi, able to generate electricity in his hands. Why Is he fighting and what Is he fighting for arent questions that he used to ask. At least he didn’t use to ask questions until Benjamin came along. Now he finds himself wanting to leave the place he grew up in and live a quiet life that he’s only heard of. Now he just has to escape his awful handler Zachary who can make anyone do anything he wants with just a flick of his hands.

Things that will be involved in this story:

•POC whump, minor whump, superpower whump, captivity and POW whump, role reversals of MC playing all three roles of whumper/whumpee/caretaker.

Just let me know if you’re interested

[whumpsick]

A Willing Sacrifice

Hi hello I read this series of posts from @jordanstrophe earlier today and they were so good that they put me into a STATE and I started writing my own story based on theirs. 1300 words later I present this, which I have edited very minimally so I apologize for any typos. I think I'll stick with this idea for a bit, it's been very fun so far and I for one would like to see where my brain goes with it. Thanks for the inspo @jordanstrophe!

CW: lady whump, taken captive, blood/injury, hurt/comfort (mostly hurt at this point), manhandled

“She’s a goner, no point trying to get her back to transport.” 

Allison could barely hear her sergeant’s voice over the rush of blood in her ears. She felt like she’d been hit by a truck, specifically on the right side of her gut. “I’m okay,” she tried to say, “Just give me a minute.” But her small unit was already turning away, walking off into the scrubby desert landscape. She continued pleading, but no one was answering, no one was there. It was just her and the atypically overcast sky above. 

Eventually she managed to sit herself up. She cast about for her weapon and realized her team must have taken it with them. She examined the slow-gushing wound on her stomach, which looked nothing like the damage a blaster usually left behind. Were these people using fucking bullets? Even in a rural area like this, she didn’t think anybody was still using old-fashioned firearms. 

So she was alone, in the desert, with no gun, a half-empty canteen, and a bleeding abdominal wound. Maybe she wouldn’t have been a goner if her team had actually bothered to get her to a medic, but it sure seemed like she was a goner now. She pressed her hand over her stomach in a futile attempt to stop the bleeding and stared out across the red dirt and rocks. 

“What are you doing here?”

Allison startled and craned her neck around to see a tall figure a few feet behind her. No uniform, but the war had been going on long enough and both sides were broke enough that uniforms were fewer and farther between nowadays. Allison had one, sure, but her platoon was specialized enough to still warrant the expenditure. But not specialized enough to warrant a medivac, apparently.

“Did you lose your people?” The figure came around to her front and crouched down. He was a man, tall and broad-shouldered but still slim. His dark hair reached his shoulders, unusual for an imperial soldier, but not unheard of. He was probably special forces, like she was. Maybe her team had sent somebody out to retrieve her. 

“I’m injured, I was too much of a liability,” she croaked. 

“I see that. Let’s get you somewhere safe, yeah? What’s your name, soldier?”

“Lee.”

“First name?”

“Allison.”

“Alright Allison, my name is Eli. We’re gonna get you taken care of.” He stood up and called to someone, and Allison managed to struggle to her feet as two large people approached. 

“Wow, not often you find an injured imperial still alive these days,” one of them commented. Allison’s eyes snapped to Eli, who was watching her carefully.

“I know,” he said. “That’s why we’re taking her back to base, get her patched up and see what she can tell us.”

“You’re not imperial,” she whispered. She tried to turn and run, but lost her balance almost immediately.

“Easy there,” the third soldier cooed, catching her by the arm and holding her upright. “You wanna get her bandaged up before we try to move her?” she asked Eli, who was already digging through his pack.

“Yeah, maybe we can at least slow this bleeding down.” He approached her with gauze as she struggled to free herself. 

“Don’t touch me!” she cried out. 

“Simmons, help me out here,” the woman holding her arm said calmly. Simmons grabbed Allison’s other arm and they held her firmly in place as Eli untucked her uniform shirt and unbuttoned the bottom half. Allison kicked out as he knelt before her, but her abdomen hurt too much to put any force behind it.

“You really think she’s worth hauling all the way back to base?” Simmons asked. Eli smiled up at him as he wrapped gauze tightly around Allison’s waist. 

“I’m not worth it, I don’t know anything. I’m not going to tell you anything,” she blurted.

“That’s what the imperial army wants us to think,” Eli said. “But I’m quite sure you’re worth more to us than you are to them, Allison. Especially considering your own unit left you here to slowly bleed out.” 

“They made the right choice,” she spat. “I became a liability to the mission, I am honored to have been left behind.”

“Woof,” said the woman holding her right arm. “Propaganda machine’s still working like a charm, I guess.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about –” Allison was cut off by a bolt of pain as Eli secured the bandage around her. She hissed and sagged a little in the hold of her captors.

“Alright, back to the hummer, then back to base.” Eli led the way out of the little cluster of boulders they were in, and the two soldiers holding Allison turned to follow. She fought their hold as best she could, squirming and jerking and kicking, to little effect beyond bothering her captors.

“Sanchez, are you sure we need her alive?” Simmons asked through gritted teeth. Allison growled and kicked at his shin, but she couldn’t put much force behind it. It felt like some bad dreams she’d had, where she tried to defend herself from an attacker only to find she couldn’t throw a punch, couldn’t make her body move the way she was trying to move it. 

Eli turned and was on her in a second, holding her jaw with one hand and forcing her to look him in the eye. “If you keep struggling, you are going to bleed to death before we can get you to a real doctor.”

“Good.” Allison glared into his brown eyes. She wished she could spit, but her mouth was too dry.

He sighed and released her, and they continued walking. Allison struggled less as they went, as the initial adrenaline rush faded and the true ache of her injury set in. A couple miles into her forced march she was barely holding herself up. With every step she dragged her boots across the dusty ground, tripping frequently on small rocks. 

It took her a moment to notice they’d stopped. “Sanchez, she’s bled through the bandage,” the woman said. Allison looked down and observed a trickle of blood running down her hip into her waistband. 

“Lay her down,” Eli ordered. Allison locked her knees and fought the attempt to get her on the ground, but Eli bent and grabbed her ankles, pulling her feet out from under her and allowing the other two to lower her to the dirt. 

“Just leave me, let me bleed out, leave me here,” she protested, kicking out and trying to shove Eli away. Simmons grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. Eli himself straddled her legs and pinned her knees together, opening a new package of gauze as he appraised her injury. 

“Did you get shot by a fucking firearm?” he asked as he packed more gauze into it. She wiggled helplessly and didn’t respond. “I didn’t know anybody even had those anymore. Take a deep breath for me.” She refused, and after a second he shrugged and yanked the new bandage more tightly around her. Allison bit back a scream and dropped her head back into the dirt. 

Simmons let go of her hands, and Eli got up off her knees. She tried to stand, but couldn’t summon the strength. She attempted to roll onto her side, but her stomach hurt too much. 

“I’ll just carry her,” she heard Eli say to the others. 

“No, I’m getting up, leave me alone –” she protested weakly. Two strong hands rolled her gently onto her back and two arms came up under her knees and her shoulders. She pushed feebly against Eli, but it was too late. She fisted her hands in his shirt and cursed at him.

“We’re not leaving you, Allison.” She could feel the rumble of his voice through his ribcage. “You may have been taught that you’re disposable, but I know you’re not. You’re going to be very helpful to me.” 

“You good?” Simmons asked from behind them.

“Yeah,” Eli replied. “I can keep a closer eye on her bandage this way anyway.” 

Allison fought to stay vigilant, to figure out where they were taking her, but the exhaustion of the injury and the gentle rocking as Eli walked lulled her to sleep. 

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Hi! I just wanted to tell you that I’m loving your BRAVO, FOXTROT series! even if yesterdays was one of the saddest fics I’ve read in a while. Part 6 was really funny though so I guess it evens out? Maybe??

aw, thank you, im so glad you’re enjoying!! and yeah, the death footage one was rough ^^’ ymmv and all that, but i also think it’s one of the saddest ones this month, so at least there’s some variety in the levels of sadness!

and im glad the team-up fic was so entertaining to you, it was really fun to write lmao. whump can be comedic sometimes!! as long as my favorite pathetic man (fox🥰) is getting pushed around then that works for me o7

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HELLO?? ACTUALLY NO YOU DID NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO SHOW THE WIPS(/jkjk) BC NOW IT’LL BE THE ONLY THINGS I THINK ABT NAURRRRR

ARGH I JUST KNOW THAT SLOW DANCING WILL BE PEAK 2000S ROMCOM AS WELL AND I SHALL EAT IT UP 😮‍💨🙏🙏 e2l, rekindling of love, A WEDDING, FAKE DATING??? RAH TOO GOOD

AND THEN JACOB ALTER EGO OK I SEE YOU I SEE YOU 🫣 AND PLEEK HAWKEYE IS ONE OF THE ONLY MARVEL MOVIES I HAVENT WATCHED HELPPPP BUT I’LL SEE IF IT’S ON DISNEY+ LMAO AND THEN AN ANGSTY KISS IN THE RAIN??? LEMME KISS YOU BEAUTIFUL BRAIN RN

And also…. Bloodied up Sunwoo…. Phew… I HOPE NOTHING BAD EVER HAPPENS TO THE BOYS AND THAT THEY NEVER DROP A SPECK OF BLOOD FOR THE REST OF THEIR LIVES BUT YOU’RE SO REAL FOR THAT LIKE THE MAVERICK ALBUM PICS HAD ME FEELING SOME TYPA WAYYYYYYYYYYY 🫣🫣🫣🫣 but eek the perfume counter scene sounds SOOO COOL can’t wait to see it!

And I’m not sure if I would be a casual marvel fan or an actual marvel fan like I’ve watched nearly all the movies and I know most of the lore but I din’t really catch up with the comics and I’m basically only gated to the movies and series spinoffs 😭 I’ve been a lil slacking since covid but I’m trying to catch up with the wasp and now quantumania! (Hopefully I spelt that right) but yeah! I’ve been watching marvel since I was a little kid lolol so I’m always down every year to see the new marvel movie!

But yeahhhhh I feel like I was somewhat prepared to see GOTG3 just cause I saw the Rocket floor clip on youtube but damn it still didn’t prepare me to see how horrific,y they were treated 😭 Floor’s design freaked me out the most but she was still so sweetie and it just ARGH ☹️☹️

But yeah! MANIFESTING THAT TBZ COMES TO BOTH OF OUR CITIES THIS TOUR I SWEARRR 😭🙏 and hold awn, how were you able to write the Changmin fic on a PLANEEEEEE pla I’m always so embarrassed when I whip out my ipad to even watch a movie 😭 like phew you are wayyyy stronger than me JSUNFJGNE

Also, just a fun lil question, if you were to turn ANYYYYYY of your fics into a live action movie, which one would it be 😳 (could be published or a WIP 🤭)

- Love you 3000, 🌷 anon

THIS REPLY GOT SUPER LONG LMFAO

SLFNKDNFKDJFJ HEY IF THEYRE STUCK IN MY HEAD, IMMA MAKE EM STUCK IN URS TOO 😁😁😁 PLS THE 2000S ROMCOM ALLEGATIONS ILY AHAHHA i just need to write more tension for that man like it's nearly impossible NOT to atp, and i found this thing on pinterest the other day

ITS SO HARD NOT TO THINK OF HIM FOR THESE AND AKDNKEKD (´Д⊂ヽ I THINK SLOW DANCING WOULD BE THE PERFECT EXCUSE

okok i found the one hawkeye ronin scene from end game for reference, and im sure u can find the one scene on yt somewhere cuz it was FIRE

LMAO I JUST REALIZED BUT NAT IN THE BACKGROUND LOOKS LIKE 🧍🏻‍♀️ AHHAHAHAHAH BUT essentially, i saw jacob in the roar mv and thought of this IMMEDIATELY !! omg no cuz i also wish them all the good health in the world, but i just have a morbid obsession w bloodied and bruised aus and whump tropes, like i wanted bruised knuckles and busted lips and split eyebrows y'know ??? and GODDDD THERES A REASON MAVERICK HAD ME BY THE NECK FOR SO LONG LIKE IT WAS THE FIRST TBZ TT THAT I WAS OBSESSED W it's like,,, my perfect concept like it was MADE TO APPEAL TO MY DERANGED AESTHETIC??? so yeah im ready to beat up sunwoo, chxngmxn, and jacob 🙏🏼

ahhh icic, i think i would have also been a casual watcher but my parents were so into it so my brother and i also, naturally, became hooked !! i also was not able to really read the comic books bc they cost money and there r just so many of them :')) but yeah, hope ur able to catch up !! it's taken me a bit to catch up too esp w college 😭🤧 but im getting there !! quantumania was prob my least favorite release so far of the recent mcu releases and that makes me SO SAD like JUSTICE FOR PAUL RUDD!!!!!

OMG FLOOR :(( TEEFS AND LYLLA ALL OF TJEM HAD ME SO SAD AND TERRIFIED AT RHE SAME TIME?? pls what animal was floor....... a goat?? a bunny?????? FLOOR'S MOUTH TOO LIKE WHAT'D THEY DO TO HER 😭😭😭😭😭 i didn't realize they completely gave lylla ROBOT ARMS EITHER LIKE I WAS PREPARED FOR A SEA OTTER NOT A CYBORG SEA OTTER skcneknfk okay but it's also like they're all kind of disabled but super cool and i loved teefs' little wheelchair?? even tho the high evolutionary def did some cruel fkn shit to them :')))))

AJAHHAHAHA im used to writing on my phone !! so writing on a plane's no problem for me as long as im not in writer's block yk 🤡🤡 im def worried abt my neighbors seeing the banners i make tho LMFAO

KSNFKSJDJDN TULIP I LOVE U MWAH 😚😚 I HAVE THOUGHT ABT THIS QUESTION SO MANY TIMES ??? and tbh i think if i had the time energy and resources, i would've gone into film for real bc i write so many of my fics in the view of like a movie rather than like a book, idk how to explain it skcnekkckf okok but hmmmm this one isn't tbz specifically, and idk if u stan txt or know them but

this one is another superhero au and i've honestly REALLY thought abt turning the idea into a proper novel idea, or maybe a screenplay !! I've thought abt the music and cinematic scenes for a couple plot points, but it might be a little too similar to spiderman in some instances 😅😅 but it's essentially a txt choi line au where reader is the superhero, and i don't really wanna give away too much bc im very gatekeepy w ideas that i like A LOT haha but yeah skfnskfmkf

SKFNKD I JUST REALIZED THIS IS ANOTHER SUPERHERO AU PLS 😭😭😭😭 BUT this is another one i think would be SICK as a tv show/movie, maybe it's cuz it's based off of like moon knight and ms marvel and shangchi and spiderman but i think that the quality and vibe of the storyline and characters would work so well as one?? and just the potential of lighting as symbolism in this is just TOO HIGH and osdjoenfk ugh i get so excited talking abt this

THIS ONE. THIS. ONE. would work so well as like a show or movie???? i just envision it with like taylor swift's miss americana and the heartbreak prince and im in tears at how cool it would be akcnkenfkf just the vibe of that song is what that entire thing would be like, like imagine how the sky looks JUST after the sun has set, but the glow of light is still in the sky and making it this reddish kind of color— it's called half-light and just imagine that with like stadium lights and darkened school hallways and kscnkenfk it's a time travel au, so i think those r always so much fun to depict in media and yeah :')))((

i could literally talk abt this all day every day but i almost forgot to go to class so i will sign off here LOL o7

I LOVE U 3000 TULIP 🌷🫂💖

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A Storm in a Bathtub

WHUMPTOBER 2023, DAY 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.” Storm | Buried Alive | “They’re not breathing!”

Perhaps combining "Storm" and "Kojiro Hyuga" was easy, yes. Perhaps I did originally only intend on using the prompt figuratively, but ended up making it a little literal too.

Also don't be fooled, this isn't an actual sickfic as much as it's me wanting to see Maki dominate in a bed. But alas, I decided this series wasn't gonna have E-rated content, and also, combining my whump and my smut isn't really my thing.

Writing this one was hard for all of the lamest reasons of the world, so I'm not going to bother you with them lol. Simply put, sometimes, you have days where inspiration isn't really here, and with challenges needing daily input from me, it shows more than usual haha

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A Storm in a Bathtub

Summary: Maki has never had to care for someone on her own; but now that she has to, it's a dire, dire thing.

Fandom : Captain Tsubasa

Word Count: 1K words

AO3 version available here.

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People don’t go outside when there’s a typhoon outside. It’s a true statement everywhere, but especially here in Okinawa, where the tropical climate and proximity to the ocean waters have made the intense rains and winds quite the sight to behold from the inside of your house.

So, nobody goes outside when there’s a typhoon outside.

Except for the guy Maki’s interested in, because why wouldn’t it be?

She’s been frozen for a couple seconds for now with a drippling wet Hyuga that she’s barely been able to catch in her arms. Her brain’s blanking out and all she’s now registering is the frigidness of the typhoon water soaking her own clothes and the heat that exudes from his skin.

Wait, he’s feeling hot?

This snaps Maki back to reality: she must help him out or he may get seriously ill. But what can she do to fix whatever this mess is, especially since she has no idea what’s even happened here? Why was he outside, what happened to him and, most importantly (for all the wrong reasons), why did he reach out to her of all people? It’s not like she’s any sort of nurse, let alone someone committed to him (or is she?).

Well, if he entrusted her with such a vulnerable state, then she must uphold it – and she won’t fail.

Her first thought is to draw a nice, warm bath so he can at least get out of those awfully cold clothes. Fortunately, her bathroom is on the ground floor, so all she has to do is to drag him there – which isn’t too difficult, even if she’s never felt the weight of his muscles as much as she has now. He’s clearly more difficult to log around than her other friends.

(Well, the comparison may not be that pertinent to make, since she also doesn’t stare at her friends’ musculature with a weird mix of fascination and envy).

It takes time to fill out the tub, so in the meantime, she takes care of what must be done: strip down the guy she’s interested in, without his consent because he’s barely conscious to begin with. It feels bizarre to do so, but she doesn’t take her time and doesn’t focus on it, having to keep the temperature of the bathwater in check.

The only thing on Hyuga’s body that gets her attention is a wound on his left leg. It’s been bleeding for some time, judging by how difficult it was to take his sock off, but it doesn’t seem that deep. A bit of cleaning, some disinfectant, a quick bandaging and it should be all good. It’s almost reassuring, how confident she is about it.

By the time the bath is finally ready, he still hasn’t stirred up, but Maki nonetheless drags him as delicately as possible in there, mindful the entire time, making sure his injured leg sticks out of there. It looks weird and she’s still slightly embarrassed about this whole… situation (not being able to get consent is really getting on her mind, even if she knows it’s for the best).

The wound is as easy as she thought it’d be to take care of. Going through the motions like she has so many times before helps keep herself grounded and in control of a situation that could otherwise be spiralling out of her control: a quick wash of the wound with water straight out of the tap to clean out all remaining blood, a compress to stem whatever flow is left (in this case, and much to their shared fortune, not much) a doll-up of disinfectant to make sure it doesn’t get any worse (which, considering from what layer of overly hydrated Hell Hyuga must be coming from…), and a swift wrapping of gauze around it. There, all good!

Once that’s done, all she has left is to make sure the… water doesn’t get too cold nor too hot. It’s a real balancing act, but considering she’s stuck here with only the boy she fancies and the pouring rain hitting the sole, tiny window of her small bathroom, she quite literally has very little else to do.

Also, what else could she be doing? Perhaps she should prepare medicine? Okay, that sounds good… but what? Painkillers? Anything else? Does she even have anything that isn’t painkillers in her cabinet ? Good question, she never buys medicine…

The water makes a sloshing noise, prompting her to turn her head back to the bathtub – only to cross eyes with a barely awake Hyuga, who seems a little bothered. Before he can realize she was losing her shit, she decides to put herself together – also, she needs answers, let’s not forget that.

“You’re finally awake!” She says loudly enough for him to understand it even through the haze.

“Maki…?” His voice is hoarse, but that could also be because he was taking one hell of a nap.

He looks around more confused than a bird who fell of the nest.

“The hell I’m doin’ here…?”

In a weird consequence of confirming he’s alive, the stress she’s pent up finally finishes getting to her, right as it exits her in a burst.

“You happen to have collapsed in front of my house, asshole! Can I know how that happened, huh?!”

Hyuga stares back at her with confusion first, then annoyance, and finally, a normal-ish face.

“I dun really remember,” he tells her, scratching his half-wet hair. “Guess practice got outta hand and I was trapped in the storm.”

She sighs. Getting answers out of him isn’t urgent, or at least, not on that topic.

“How are you feeling?” She asks, voice much gentler, as she kneels next to him.

“Like shit,” he snorks, but he smiles. “You dragged me from your door to here?”

“Yep sir. You’re not light, you know that?”

“It’s the muscles,” he chuckles. “Thanks, by the way. I owe you a ton.”

“You’re welcome. Just don’t do it to me ever again!”

“Can’t promise, but I’ll try,” he laughs again, before getting slightly (just slightly) embarrassed. “Now, uh… Can I get out of this stupid bathtub?”

“Of course!” She stares at the pile of discarded, still soaking-wet clothes on the floor. “Just… Gimme two minutes!”

She exits the room in search for some elusive dry clothes that’d fit him – she better find some soon, or else this may get a lot more awkward than she’s already experienced so far.