#bit of whump

[stitch1830]

ok but what if kanto had to fake his death (even to toph) because of some dangerous and threatening stuff and then when things were safe again he suddenly comes back and appears at toph's door??

i feel like toph would break down and wouldn't be able to stop crying and shaking after seeing the love of her life standing right in front of her, alive.

oh, and what if toph was the one who had to fake death and then suddenly appears at kanto's door?? what would be his reaction??

Hi Anon, thank you for the ask! :D

And interesting question... 0-0 Happy to answer!

For Kanto disappearing (faking death) and then suddenly returning:

Obviously, he'd have a good reason for it, because if he shows up at Toph's front door Not Dead, there's a 50/50 chance the woman of his dreams will kill him LOL.

I feel like in this situation, it would where Kanto leaves because it's dangerous, but also so that he can get the person that's threatening him, maybe even Toph. There would be a reasoning behind why he left, like a mission of sorts. Because I think that if it was just life threatening stuff and Kanto was worried about his safety, with Toph is probably one of the safest places haha!

But "losing" Kanto is really difficult for Toph. She feels like she lost a piece of her, and she's never going to get it back again. He's gone, and there's nothing she can do to bring him back. (Although I might argue that Toph would be one of those people that just refuses to believe he's dead and either tries to find him, find out why he had to leave, or demands that she examine his body to know for sure that it's him. @krastbannert wrote a prisoner of war fic that kind of encapsulates that vibe!)

When Kanto finally returns home, she doesn't believe that, either. She feels like she's being duped, that there's no way that Kanto is standing at her doorstep right now. But she feels his heartbeat, traces the lines on his face, feels his calloused hands, and it's him. He's back.

She'd probably pound his chest, scream in his face about him being a dunderhead and scaring her and breaking her heart and leaving her, but she doesn't mean it. She's just so happy that he's alive, that he's holding her in his strong and sturdy arms, that he's home.

Kanto never stop apologizing for leaving her, for hurting her. But he had to do it, and Toph understands. She gets the dangers of the job, although part of her wishes she was in on the mission, because she knows she could've helped.

Things take a while to go back to a normal routine, because Kanto has to explain to people that he's not dead, and Toph has to trust Kanto again. She doesn't not trust him, but she let him in and fell in love with him and thought she lost him. That's... it's a lot to deal with, and she sometimes struggles letting people in. Kanto works tirelessly to earn her trust back, and he's very patient with the process. He gets her on a level that others don't, and so he's not trying to rush into things. Plus, Kanto's a bit of an optimist. He tells her that they have their whole lives ahead of them, so he can be patient when it comes to finding their sense of normalcy.

If we were to add some more drama to this, imagine if Kanto "died" and Toph found out she was pregnant shortly after? 0-0 Capital D Drama!

For Toph disappearing (faking death) and then suddenly returning:

Very similar to Toph being the "survivor", but Kanto struggles to move on, to get over Toph's death. A lot of loved ones from his past have died, and Kanto never thought Toph would be one of those loved ones. She was so strong and powerful and smart... he never even imagined a person or a thing that could take her down. It's a shock to him, and I think he'd struggle to move on and try to live life without her. He knows what life is like with her, and that's all he wants.

So when she returns, at his doorstep, at the apartment they shared... He's in disbelief. He can't believe that she's there, that she's alive and okay and—

Toph probably rambles and starts assuming that he moved on and everything, but then he pulls her into his arms and just cries because she's alive—

It's a very teary reunion that's for sure.

I think Kanto would also struggle to trust right away, but he'd be able to let her in quicker than if it was the other way around. Kanto's very happy that she's back and he wants to know all about the mission that kept her away from him, and after hearing the story a couple of times, he's able to rationalize and understand the why behind the mission and why he was left in the dark.

Okay! I think that's all I have for this! Thanks again for the ask, Anon. If I missed anything or you have other questions, feel free to stop by :D Hope you have a great day!

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[noemitenshi]

Excerpt

“Why’d you save me?” Troy asked, breaking the not so uncomfortable silence. He figured she was the driving force from Lee’s words earlier on, and he was curious what made her spend so much work and resources on a stranger.

Ri sat down then, the bloody bandages she removed from Troy’s head in her lap.

“Because you needed it.”

There seemed nothing more to it. Her voice kind and matter-of-factly, and her face calm. It wasn’t soft exactly, her eyes still observant. Troy found it difficult to look away, something about her holding him captive. This face he’d thought he’d dreamt up. He was glad he hadn’t; liked how animated and real she looked now. Now that he wasn’t half-delirious with pain, his thoughts could race again, like they tended to do. Getting stuck on her explanation ‘you needed it.’ He had needed a lot of things in life, a lot of times, and no one had cared. Why would she? A total stranger. Why would she, when not even his family had? Was it truth, what she said? Or was it just a pretty sentiment devoid of meaning.

How much could he need, he wondered...

“Yeah? What if I need your boyfriend?”

“Don’t be a dick.”

[koraesrambles]

BACK ON MY BULLSHIT :D https://www.webtoons.com/en/canvas/outcast-odyssey/list?title_no=933154

read the cool comic I write cuz it's cool and you'll be very impressed!

Featuring: Adalyia continuing to be too cool for school.

Devin being an angry boy

Blood spurts (very important, for my sake if nobody else's 😂)

Faces of regret

And also friends helping each other stand (I'm sure they're fine.)

Look how adorable! I'm so glad that nothing horrible or traumatic will happen to these innocent characters ever 😇

. . . someone should probably save them from me.

"Kidnapped and trapped on an alien world, Ricki and four other outcasts are forced to play a bloodthirsty game in order to get home." <- the plot

[kybercrystals94]

Another Whumptober 2023 throwback … fluff with a bit of whump 🫠

Flower Crowns

By KyberCrystals94

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Whumptober 2023|Day 19|Prompt 19: Floral Bouquet

Rating: G

Words: 851

Summary: Wrecker helps Omega make a flower crown.

“Do you think we could make a flower crown?” Omega asks, plucking another blossom hanging low enough for her to reach from her perch on Wrecker’s shoulders.

“Sure, kid,” Wrecker says, “we’ll make you the prettiest flower crown in the galaxy.”

Omega laughs, handing the flower down for Wrecker to add to the floral bouquet he’s got in one fist, his other hand clutched around Omega’s ankle to keep her from toppling over while she reaches overhead. “Have you ever made a flower crown before?”

“Nah, but it can’t be harder than wiring an explosive,” Wrecker returns with a booming laugh. “Lot safer too.”

Omega giggles again, a sweet, melodic sound that makes Wrecker’s heart constrict with an emotion he didn’t even know he had in him until he met his little sister...a feathery light happiness that tries to burst out of him and fly away.

Another flower is passed down, and another and another. Wrecker takes a step every couple minutes, giving Omega new access to the bright pink and purple petaled blooms cascading from the wispy branches of a tree they found. While Hunter and Echo had gone into the village on a supply run, Tech, Wrecker and Omega went on a “nature walk,” as Omega called it. Tech preferred “research expedition,” and the two of them argued lightly over the merits of both titles. Ultimately, Omega won because Wrecker sided with her.

“You always side with Omega, regardless of the facts,” Tech complained, but his eyes betrayed the smile under his helmet.

“Only when she’s right,” Wrecker said.

Omega beamed. “And I am. Nature walk sounds nicer than research expedition.”

When they found the flowering tree, Omega immediately suggested making a bouquet of the flowers, saying they would look so beautiful in her gunner’s mount room. Tech ran a scan over one of the specimens and declared it safe to touch. He then promised he would show Omega how to dry the flowers so that she could save them later that evening.

“I am going to walk a little further on,” Tech said, looking down at his data pad. “Would you like me to meet you back here, or would you like to attempt to catch up to me?”

“I want to stay here,” Omega decided.

So, Tech walked on, promising to check in occasionally over comm, leaving Wrecker and Omega to gather her newfound treasures.

“I think we’ve got enough flowers to make a thousand flower crowns,” Wrecker exaggerates. The truth is, he can barely hold the bouquet in his hand without the risk of dropping some or crushing them at this point.

He feels Omega lean over his head to inspect their collection. “Hmm, we might have enough for nine hundred and ninety-nine,” she concedes.

Wrecker laughs and kneels so she can climb down from his shoulders. She takes the bundle of flowers in her arms, and they find a spot under the tree to begin the flower crown project.

Wrecker begins twisting the stems together like he would wire, folding and bending the ends together. Omega watches with wide eyed fascination for several minutes before making her own attempt. When her flowers refuse to be strung together, she drops them in her lap with a growl of frustration. “How do you make it look so easy?”

“Practice,” Wrecker says, winking his good eye at her.

Omega gives him a look. “You said you’ve never made a flower crown before.”

“No, but I’ve made plenty of explosives and Tech has me help him sometimes with the ship’s wiring. I guess twisting the stems like this is kinda like that. Just muscle memory.”

“Can you teach me?” Omega asks.

“‘Course I can,” Wrecker says. He pats the ground next to him, and Omega crawls over and leans into his side. Wrecker resumes his work on the flower crown, weaving new flowers and stems together with large but nimble fingers. He tries to slow down, exaggerate his movements.

Omega watches with adorable concentration, brow furrowed, mouth in a thin line.

“And we’ll tie it off like so,” Wrecker says, weaving the two ends of his flower chain together to create a halo. Turning, Wrecker holds the crown over Omega’s head. “M’lady,” he says and puts the crown over Omega’s blond locks.

Omega’s giggling smile absolutely melts his heart.

“Your turn,” he says, reaching out and picking up Omega’s abandoned project. “Let’s see what you learned.”

The second attempt goes better than the first; however, Omega’s flowers don’t hold together quite as well. She seems proud of her work nonetheless and stands up and drops the pink and purple thing on Wrecker’s head. “There. Now we match,” she says with a grin.

<<>><<>><<>><<>><<>>

The Marauder is quiet. Echo has first watch; Hunter is finally asleep.

Wrecker climbs up into the gunner’s mount room. He sits on the floor and stares at the wall where Omega’s dried pink and purple flowers hang. The ones Tech helped her make that warm afternoon a lifetime ago, when everything felt almost perfect for the briefest of moments.

He misses that feathery light happiness.

END

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[metukika]

day five: whump | separation

mogamiland inspired au.

[day one] [day two] [day three] [day four ] -- [day six] [day seven]

[herbs-and-poultices]

The in-between spaces:

Not in terrible pain, but not comfortable either, moving gingerly and unable to find a position that actually feels good

Not so bad that they can't focus on anything else, but still persistently nagging enough that they can't ignore it or forget about it either

No longer acutely ill or gravely injured, but not really "well" yet either, still fragile and not back to their full strength

Not incapacitated by an injury or condition, but not perfectly capable either, able to do some things just like anyone else but in other things facing additional struggles or needing to take extra caution

Not permanently life-altering, but not "you'll be fine in a few weeks" either, facing unknown months or years of gradual and frustratingly unpredictable recovery

[whump-side]

"I'm here, you're safe now"

[cepheusgalaxy]

I love having characters that have died before so we can torture them with the memories of their past death

[hold-him-down]

[whumperofworlds]

Give meeeeeee

Ladies in distress. Bound and gagged. Tortured. Hurt in general.

Ladies being whumped FTW!

Reblog if you have ladies being whumped! 👀

[aventurineswife]

Hi Rinnie! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

A recent idea I had, and I've been saving it for when you open the request inbox!

So, readers are known for being reserved and distant with other people, although with their partners, they are slightly clingy and affectionate. One night to celebrate (anything, like work, etc.), the readers get drunk, causing them to say:

"Crazy, I thought I might have your baby."

With the characters: Aventurine, Sampo, Childe, and Kaeya

This request is based on: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMSY8yqC7/

—–· ☀️🌻 ⟩ Anon.

In Vino Veritas

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Childe x Reader, Kaeya x Reader, Fluff, Humor, Drunk Confessions, Slight Angst (Light Emotional Undercurrents), Emotional Vulnerability, Teasing/Flirting, Established Relationships, Reserved Reader (Affectionate When Drunk), Soft Moments, Bit of Whump (Aventurine especially).

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Mild intoxication, Slight sexual implications (very light and suggestive, not explicit), References to past trauma (Aventurine) (?), Implication of reproductive themes (mentioned humorously), Emotional vulnerability.

The room shimmered under warm lights and crystalline decor, the celebration for a successful IPC acquisition reaching its peak. You weren’t usually the type to indulge, but tonight? Tonight, you drank.

Aventurine stood across the lounge, speaking animatedly with another executive, all charm and cunning smiles. He caught your gaze, eyes glinting, and in a rare move, you walked over and tugged on his sleeve—affectionate, bold. Your usual reserved self was replaced with uninhibited adoration.

"A toast?" you slurred slightly, wrapping your arm around his waist and leaning against him.

“Well now, look who’s affectionate tonight.” Aventurine chuckled, clearly amused.

You looked up at him with wide eyes, your voice soft. “Crazy, I thought I might have your baby.”

The world seemed to still. Aventurine blinked once, twice, a flicker of something unreadable flashing behind his smile.

“Did Lady Luck whisper that in your ear?” he asked smoothly, hiding the way his pulse stuttered. But your earnestness—unguarded and tipsy—hit a fracture in his carefully curated mask.

You buried your face against his shoulder with a quiet hum. “You’re warm.”

He looked down at you, suddenly quieter. For all his games and gambles, he hadn’t planned for you to say something so intimate so… fearlessly.

“A risky bet,” he whispered to himself, then pressed a kiss to your hair. “But perhaps my favorite kind.”

The wine was too good and the celebration too loud for you to keep up your usual walls. You were nestled on a velvety couch in a dimly lit corner, laughing softly at something Sampo had said.

He was sprawled out beside you, gesturing animatedly with a wine glass in hand. “See? I told you. The best deals are the ones you make with a wink and a distraction!”

You leaned into him, draping your arms over his shoulders, much to his surprise. You didn’t usually touch him like this in public.

“Crazy,” you murmured with a dopey smile. “I thought I might have your baby.”

Sampo froze.

His eyes flicked to yours, glinting under the lights. “Whoa there, my dove. You’re drunker than I thought.”

But you only giggled and touched his cheek. “You’ve got good genes. Might as well put them to use.”

His face flushed just a touch. “Flattering. And dangerous. You know, I usually deal in risks, but this one…” He pulled you into his lap, more flustered than he let on. “...might just bankrupt me.”

But his hand rested gently on your hip, lingering, unsure. Maybe—just maybe—he liked the idea more than he was willing to admit.

Liyue’s moonlight bathed the terrace where the celebration was taking place. You weren’t fond of crowds, but Childe had coaxed you into attending—“Just for a bit, honey. Come on, I’ll protect you.”

Several drinks later, you were flushed and leaning heavily on him, fingers loosely curled into his shirt.

He chuckled, brushing your hair from your face. “Didn’t expect you to be a cuddler when drunk.”

You looked up at him, voice slurred but full of conviction. “Crazy, I thought I might have your baby.”

Childe blinked. “Wait. What?”

You giggled, pressing your forehead to his chest. “You’re strong. Handsome. And you look like you'd be a good dad.”

He felt his face heat up—him, the Harbinger who had faced blood and war, now blushing like a schoolboy.

“You’re drunk,” he muttered, arms around you tightly. “But… not the worst idea you’ve had.”

He leaned closer, whispering at your ear with a teasing grin, “Just don’t tell my siblings yet. Teucer would go nuts.”

The Knights had won a key negotiation, and the tavern was full of laughter and clinking mugs. Kaeya kept your glass full, partly to loosen you up, partly because he liked seeing you let go.

“You’re more affectionate than usual,” he mused, as you rested your head on his shoulder and played with the hem of his glove.

You grinned. “You smell good. Like… adventure. And cold wine.”

He laughed, eyes soft. “You’re a poet when you’re tipsy.”

Your hand slipped under his coat, resting over his chest. “Crazy,” you whispered, “I thought I might have your baby.”

Kaeya nearly choked on his wine. “Pardon?”

You didn’t seem to notice his stunned expression. “You’re pretty. And charming. I think I like you too much.”

Kaeya blinked, lips parting—but no words came. For a man of so many smooth lines, he found himself utterly speechless. Then, a slow, tender smile.

“Well now,” he murmured, cupping your cheek. “I’d toast to that... if I weren’t suddenly terrified in the best way.”

He kissed your forehead. “Remind me to get you drunk again—after I recover from that bombshell.”

[xinyuehui]

My blood. Everyone wants it. ⸺

Love Game in Eastern Fantasy · 2024

[cryboycries]

you liked me.

[toastedclownery]

Imagine Hero and Villain in a fantasy setting.

A witch has put a spell on the Hero so that they feel cold all the time. At first it's not as bad, it's like an annoying perpetual feeling of goosebumps, but by the end of the first day it has the Hero a bit on edge. And it only gets worse.

As time goes on, the Hero feels colder. They can put on so many warm clothes, try to warm themselves up with a stove next to them, but the sensation of cold won't leave their body. Their family and friends come to visit them and they're concerned when they come into their uncomfortably warm room, and they see them still shivering.

The Hero reaches a point where they cannot stop trembling. Their muscles are constantly tense and they cannot get much sleep, they become weak and sick. It's like a fever that isn't even really there. They are tired and stressed, they have responsibilities and people to protect, but their condition is only gradually degrading.

Speaking of people to protect, in comes the Villain, ready to confront the Hero. Hero was dreading the moment Villain would show up again, given their condition and the fact they hadn't found a remedy for the curse yet. But as the Villain approaches them, their limbs start warming up a little for the first time. And the areas of their body where they feel this warmth are the ones in the Villain's proximity.

And then the Hero has a wry realization.

The witch has cursed them so that their only source of warmth is Villain.

[booksandmate]

i know different love languages are a thing so it’s probably not this deep but i also like to analyze the way crowley interacts with aziraphale through the lenses of “you go too fast for me”

the way he never initiates touch, never gets too close, how he looks confused whenever aziraphale casually puts a hand on his chest or his back. i like to think that those words rearranged his brain in unthinkable ways and he has been careful since then not to make a mistake that would earn him such words ever again.

[eightcure]

Some Danny phantom sketches for the void