#but your could definitely make these whumpy

[whump-princess]

Hunted and cursed imagines/prompts

Biting into an apple and there’s worms in it.

Things go missing that you literally just saw two seconds ago.

You think you see a figure of a person in the distance.

A vampire sneaks up behind you and bites you. You pass out and wake up in your bed, it’s the same day again.

You find ashes in your pockets.

A tooth in your shoe, a pointed one like that of an animal.

All the coins you have are heads on both sides.

A mysterious rash appears on your body.

You look in the mirror and can’t recognize your self.

Your spoons and forks keep ending up bent. Really bent, all the way back.

Your suddenly afraid of things you were never afraid of before.

Your nails keep breaking and chipping.

You’ve got multiple new gray hairs popping up all over your head.

You suddenly can’t remember your name.

Someone smiles at you as they walk by but you could have sworn they had fangs.

Everyday there os a book on your porch, the doorbell camera doesn’t show anyone leaving it though. The titles all together reveal a secret message.

You keep getting letters written in code. P.S. it’s a vampire who’s is madly in love with you and is getting upset that you aren’t returning their letters.

Cats everywhere. All the cats in town seem to all hang out around your house. All the black cats that is.

You wake up and your hair is a completely different color, you didn’t dye it.

A witch turns you into a frog, someone kisses you to turn you back into a human but now your in a different human body. Where you just reborn?

Dead birds keep showing up on your lawn and you thought it was the stray cats in the area doing it. You haven’t seen the stray cats in months now that you think about it.

You have nightmares every time you sleep next to your new partner. Horrible nightmares about them.

Your partners apartment is extremely hunted, every time you go over something scary happens but your partners never seems to notice.

A motorcycle drives by every night at 3pm, you hear it, it’s loud, but you never see it.

Your on the train and the lights flicker and the only other passenger is suddenly in another seat… closer and closer to you. You move to another car, they are already in that one too.

Nosebleeds. You get them all the time now.

Your tattoo, the words are backwards.

Cats show up in your house, how do they keep getting in.

Your mail box is filled with valentines. It’s not Valentine’s Day, who are these from?

You get these emails, one everyday, it only contains one letter. combined they spell something.

Your suddenly allergic to your favorite foods. All of them.

You get sick and there’s butterflies in your stomach. Literally.

Something had been hurting in your chest, your ribs to be exact. After much complaining to the doctor your able to get some tests done, the X-ray shows a key in between your ribs.

Your an artist, no matter what medium you try you can only ever seem to paint, sculpt, draw, etc… the same person. A stranger you’ve never even met.

Your craving sugar, but it’s so bad trying to eat anything else tastes disgusting. Eventually you eat sugar straight from the bag.

All the produce in all the grocery stores in your town have rotted over night.

Your house is infested with butterflies.

You collect dead bugs, pin them into pretty picture frames, they decorate your wall. They’ve come back to life and are crawling around in their frames on the wall.

Someone keeps leaving voicemails about how great and cool you are and how nice you look… who is this and how do they know how I look?

Crows keep leaving you little shiny stuff. They bring you a ring, there’s dried blood on it.

Your plant is growing some suspicious looking fruits, you can’t find any information on them online. Taste test.

[mj-iza-writer]

This story was requested by @butter-and-too-much-bread ; they requested snippet scene of a kidnapping. I appreciate the person who kindly referred them to me so I could fill their request. Please enjoy.

Had I known what would happen, I would have stayed in bed today.

"College sucks.... I work so hard, just to fail. I wish someone would take me away from all of this", Whumpee joked with his friends as they left the university.

He looked at the graded test.

"I'm failing this hard time", Whumpee admitted.

"It's all that muscle. Nothing you are learning is getting through to your brain", their friend squeezed Whumpee's upper arm, "maybe just drop out and join the gym rats."

"I can't do that", Whumpee folded the test, "do you think I'm that big?", Whumpee popped his muscles, "I've been trying."

"Have you heard about the recent kidnappings?", another friend spoke up, "I'm nervous."

"We'll be fine", his friends snickered, "are you scared or something?"

"Well, you can't be so sure", the friend sighed.

Whumpee turned into an alley. A shortcut to his shack of an apartment.

He noticed a group of people up ahead.

Something in his heart said turn around, and when he did...

"Oh, I'm sorry, I took... the... wrong... turn", Whumpee backed up.

"Yes, you definitely did", the group joined in laughter.

Whumpee gulped when they took aggressive steps toward him.

Whumpee looked both ways, then tried to run. They were going to try to run through the group; try to break through. If they could just make it home.

"I don't think so", someone warned as Whumpee was grabbed and forced to the ground.

"No... umph."

A wet rag was forced over his mouth and nose.

Whumpee struggled as they felt ropes running across his wrist.

"Hold him still", someone yelled.

"It's not working", someone complained.

"I told you, chloroform doesn't work like it does in movies", Whumpee watched someone scoot closer to their head, "watch out. I can get him knocked out in under a movement."

"Hel...", Whumpee attempted to scream when the rag was removed.

"Shut up", someone slapped him.

Whumpee gasped as arms wrapped tightly around their neck.

"Ples, nuh", Whumpee pleaded.

'Not like this', Whumpee thought to themself.

They attempted one final jerk to get free. It only helped the kidnappers tighten the ropes.

They laughed at him.... how dare they laugh at their victim for trying to get away.

"Thanks for the help", they chuckled.

Whumpee blinked through tears as they watched the person tie the knott, "I wasn't sure how well that would tighten. You are quite a big boy. You'll fetch us a pretty penny."

Whumpee blinked a few times more before it all went dark. His body fell limp.

Whumpee's eyes were blindfolded, a cloth gag taped inside of their mouth. Ropes dug tightly into Whumpee's motionless body.

"The car is pulling up. We need to hurry."

"He's so heavy", someone grunted.

The trunk was slammed down on Whumpee... the car sped off from the scene.

"No one saw a thing", the kidnappers looked around happily, "this one is going to make us rich. He can do so much hard labor. Everyone will want him."

'Please, I take it back. I don't want to be taken away from all of this. Please, I just want to go home', Whumpee pleaded subconsciouly, "please?'

Taglist. As always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all.

@weirdthingweee @the-beasts-have-arrived

@sacredwrath @porschethemermaid

@monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz

@bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13

@notpeppermint @cyborg0109

@idontreallyexistyet @painfulplots

@whumpbump @everythingsscary

@skittles-the-whumpee @expressionless-fr

@theforeverdyingperson @legendarydelusiongoatee

@candleshopmenace @whumpanthems

@lavndvrr @ivymyers

@starfields08000 @a-living-canvas

@lumpofsand @watermeezer

@indigoviolet311 @whumpy-mountains

@risk606 @electrons2006

@paperprinxe @whumprince

@kaz-of-crows @mis-graves

@decaffeinatedtimetraveler94 @sausages-things

@isikedmyself878 @daffyduckcommittedtaxfraud

@valravnthefrenchie @glennemerald

@jasperthecapser @does-directions

@jumpywhumpywriter @blackbirdsinatrenchcoat

@mylifeisonthebookshelf @thenormalestever

@whatwhump @galatic-worm

@starmoon-constellation @bacillusinfection

[moonandris]

✨Faye's Writeblr Reintroduction✨

Hello to all my fellow writing nerds, new and old! Thank you for checking out my updated writeblr reintroduction post. I've had this blog for nearly five years and am long overdue for a post explaining who I am, what I create, and why I write. I'm hoping to interact with more writers on here so we can all make the writeblr community a more welcoming place by supporting each other's creative journeys. If you're an active writing blog, I'd really appreciate it if you could like or reblog this so I can follow you and we can screech into the void together and gush about all our favorite WIPS and characters! ♡

A Little About Me

My name is Faye, a sassy bisexual woman living out her best writer life. I’m a lover, a dreamer, and of course, a creative writer enthusiast. I love storytelling in all of its mediums, so you can usually find me reading, writing, worldbuilding, character building, or doing an unnecessary amount of research for my works (ADHD tunnel vision).

Why Do I Write?

I write for many reasons, the biggest one being for myself. I love weaving stories with nothing but words because it's fun, challenging, and personally meaningful. There's nothing quite like the feeling of sitting at my desk and giggling away like a madwoman as I type out some intense scene. That feeling is only second to the absolute joy I get when people tell me they've connected with my stories. <3

How Do I Get Inspired?

I'm inspired by many different kinds of storytelling types: music, art, mythology, literature, video games, you name it. My writing comes from an intimate place and is motivated by my dreams, passions, and overall life experiences. I want my stories to mean something, and in turn, I want to share that 'something' with others in hope of continuing the positive cycle of human to human inspiration that started my journey in the first place. 🥺 Ultimately, for me, writing is about fulfillment, personal expression, and human connectivity.

Faye's Favorite Genre(s)

It's difficult to exactly pin down what my favorite genre is (because I genuinely love so many of them) but if I had to narrow it down to two genres, it would definitely be fantasy and romance. I love fantasy and its many subgenres (high fantasy, modern fantasy, science fantasy), as well as romance and its various subgenres (dark romance, paranormal romance, fantasy romance). As a bisexual writer, every story I write has LGBT+ characters, relationships and themes. Whether I'm writing gay or hetero romances, I love playing with the complicated dynamics resulting from human relationships.

My Absolute Favorite Tropes, Themes, and Content

exploring human relationships: platonic, familial, and romantic

enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, lovers to enemies, friends to enemies, enemies to friends

sensuality, intimacy, slow burn, dark romance, spicy content

soulmates, souls bonds, magical ties, and mental links usually tied to the villain (I love dramatic enemies to lovers, so sue me)

angsty, whumpy, dark fiction exploring morally gray characters and the true duality of man & human nature (dark vs. light)

hurt/comfort stories that rip out your heart, chew it up like old jerky, then spit it back into the gaping wound in your chest cavity (always with HEAPS & HEAPS of satisfying comfort after) ♡♡♡

identity, self-discovery, personal journeys, and character growth

experiencing, overcoming, and healing from messed up trauma

defying fate and choosing your own path despite destiny's enigmatic design for the course of your life

Finally, I need my characters to find genuine happiness at the end of the story. Very, very few stories I write have sad, unsatisfying endings (because I am a TOTAL sap and need them to find peace)

Thank you so much for reading, and if any of the above sounds appealing to you, I'd really appreciate so much if you reblog or give me a follow so we can chat. Happy writing! 💕💕💕

[girlsdogmotif]

HIII!!! YOUR ONE SHOTS ARE SO COOOOL!! LOVE THEM <3333 are you planning on writing series or books? IM SURE THEY COULD BE STUNNING!! Also I saw your recs and THEY ARE SOMETHING 100% MY TASTE, if you cam give me some recs? Preferably if the main characters are males? I don't mind either way tho!! Thank you very much. <3

AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!! I really need to finish the few one shots I've started and post them because people are actually reading them ! which is crazy ! but makes me very very happy :)

I would definitely be interested in writing some series, once I think of some characters or a rough plot I might try it out, but in the meantime I would also love to continue any one shots I post if people are interested 👀

For my recommendations (which is why this took me a while to get back to apologies):

(also you might have already seen the first few bc I can't stop telling people to read them!!)

@whumblr The "Home is Where the Hurt" series is one of the BEST stories on this app and has the best whump, if you haven't read it yet GO READ, and also "Crossed Out", the main whumpees and whumpers are male in both those series; but I also can't go through a whump rec post without recommending their other series Bookish!

@chaotic-orphan another blog I can't recommend enough, i'm literally part of the #notifcationsquad I'm obsessed with Intoxicating Fear, Vendetta, Defiant Leader x confident villain, Partners in Crime, and everything else as well, Heroic Betrayal is also my ALL TIME fav and features my one of my fav female whumpee Morgan <3 all the stories are somehow both funny and heart wrenching at the same time and I feel like I'm watching a movie every time I read them

@there-will-always-be-blood I talk about The Crow and The Dove so much but I will forever kai and kyriel are so fascinating and the world building is so good in the story and the WHUMP. UGH truly unparalleled. you know it's good characters, world, plot, and writing when I-ME wants a character to have a break and not get tortured more (well okay I also still want him to get tortured more) only thing I will mention is the story does contain nsfw stuff and pretty dark whump but everything is tagged so avoid if it's not your thing but if you're okay with it (and over 18) then I highly recommend!!!!

@defire also has a TON of writing to read, stories, prompts and general whump musings that include some whump tropes that you don't see that often. Back to The Dregs is FANTASTIC angsty and whumpy and it also maybe kinda reminds me of one of the first whump stories I ever read when I was like 11 that was a newsies modern au fan fiction so I think I'm also partial to it

@holidayinhell literally every single piece of writing is so well written and give me whumperflies (do people still say that? I rarely see it anymore, am I old now im 20 I can't be) anyway Role Reversal is so good but THE CLIFFHANGER (nsfw)

@save-the-villainous-cat has such great stuff, really anything you're in the mood for there's a piece for it particularly I love the hero villain stuff

@jumpywhumpywriterlove's Vampire Captures Vampire Hunter to Use as Bloodbag series I def recommend if you like vampires, even if you don't I'd give it a shot, also Drugged Hero Whumpee used as Party Favor at Villain's Party is great. I have to admit I haven't read her whole blog but the few series I've read are amazing and she has SO MUCH WRITING (im not gonna make a Hamilton reference I've already made a newsies reference I've embarrassed my self enough)

and then here's a few other whump blogs that I enjoy and would recommend checking out!!

@whump-queen

@whump-in-the-closet

@shywhumpauthor

@kira-the-whump-enthusiast

okay for now I'll cut myself off but obviously there are so many more amazing whump blogs and stories out there!!! I hope this list can help you find something you like, thank you again for your kind words!

[whumpster-dumpster]

(this ask ended up getting much more rambly than expected haha)

hello, i love your blog and whump in general and i would like to try and get involved in the community.

thing is, i feel really weird/embarrassed for liking whump (even before i knew the term). like ashamed i guess? (im not sure how to put it into words exactly). so i dont want to tell any of my irl freinds that im into it/put it on my main since some of my irl freinds follow my main.

and i do draw and i used to write but i dont really know how to draw/write whump yk? (though i have written whumpy things before, when i was like 10, they were really shit though by virtue of me being a 10 year old) and i feel too shy to put any of my work out into the internet for all to see, espcially my writing because i havent actually written prose fiction in. years. i have played dnd (and my campaigns do tend to get pretty whumpy) but i dont think the experiance of roleplaying it really translates well to the internet?

so i was wondering if you have any tips for 1 getting involved in the whump community and 2 managing feeling embarrased about liking whump

Here's an equally rambly answer! First off, welcome to the community! You're definitely not alone in liking it or in feeling embarrassed about liking it. A lot of us, myself included, have our moments where we feel weird for our interest.

I can't tell you how to get over that because I still feel embarrassed sometimes but pinpointing your reasons for liking it can make it easier to explain if someone inquires. Is it the aesthetic? The drama, the adrenaline? The character development? Is it a coping mechanism? A kink? We've got community members whose reasoning is all across the spectrum. Understanding your reason can be reassuring and help it make sense.

As for the shyness, a lot of us make side blogs for whump content, so it can be a little more isolated/private if we feel awkward about IRL/main blog followers seeing. If your art style is easily recognizable as yours, that might not be the best solution but also remember you don't have to post what you draw (or write.) You can create whump content just for you (and if you decide you do eventually want to post some, that will have served as good practice.)

There are whump prompt lists coming out all the time that can be used for art or writing if you don't know what you want to make. You should look up the whump wheel, it's a fun one!

Re: getting more involved in the community: believe it or not, there are whump roleplayers floating around in the tags pretty often! They'd probably enjoy another roleplay partner on the scene! Beyond that, liking people's posts, reblogging them to that side blog if you decide to make it, coming into their inboxes to say you enjoy their content, sending in prompts if whump fic writers are asking for some, posting prompts of your own if there's a type of whump content you notice lacking and want to inspire someone to explore...There are monthly whump events happening all the time too if you want to participate or just reblog to help promote them. You could also ask if another whump artist wants to do an art trade with you. Those are some of the best ways to dive in!

I hope that was helpful. Have fun!

[anghraine]

hey, hope you're having a good day. i hope this doesn't come off as overbearing but i wanted to let you know that reading your fics has really helped me out during a bit of a rough patch. tldr: i got my college decision results back, and they were overwhelmingly disappointing. i was stewing over what now felt like years of wasted effort and time, being jealous of friends who got into my dream school, hating myself for being jealous, dreading having to tell my school and class that had the highest expectations for me, that i've failed, etc. etc. etc.

and for the longest time i've really admired your writing, especially when it comes to fitzwilliam and faramir, because you're so good at drawing out their true quality, particularly what is admirable about them (i believe you wrote a childhood fic from anne de bourgh's pov, and one from georgiana's after the marriage that are some of my absolute favorites). i really think you're the best at it: accurately reflecting truly inspiring qualities, all without resorting to overly dramatic/whumpy scenarios or other characters doing anything and everything to Tell You How Awesome This Guy Is.

anyways, reading your fics makes me love these two characters so much and got me to question why that is: and i think it's because you show how valuable goodness is as a quality. it helped me stop spiralling: like yeah this sucks and i'm doubting my academic qualities, my potential, but that's not all there is to life. sounds corny but "well i can still be a good person and a presence others will miss" is surprisingly effective.

i just wanted to say thank you for that.

Hi, anon! I am having a good day - as you may know if you've followed me for awhile, I'm bipolar, and I've been struggling with the more difficult aspects of hypomania, but my brain feels like it's cooling down without full on depression, which is rare and nice.

I'm sorry about the bad news, but deeply touched that my writing of all things could help with something like that. I wouldn't have expected it—it's helpful for me to have a space in my life where I can just release the valves on my brain without worrying about boring people, and if people do find it interesting, I've generally considered that a bonus. But actually affecting people for the better through all this means a lot to me.

I did write an Anne de Bourgh childhood fic many years ago. IIRC I didn't port it over to AO3, so it's only at a few old hang-outs—it was, as I recall, basically about her tragic youthful crush on Darcy and gradual realization that it wasn't going to happen. The Georgiana fic (if you mean the one-shot) is more recent, I think prompted by @heckofabecca, and was really fun to think about.

I'm definitely very interested in what it means to be "good" beyond just a, hm, static intrinsic quality—what qualities and actions can constitute it, whether it's more admirable to exercise the fortitude of adhering to the fundamental integrity of a good character or to do good against one's basic inclinations, the place of restraint and self-control in goodness vs an open flow of compassion or action, etc. I often find it most compelling where there's an edge to it, a sense that this is someone who could be worse but isn't.

Anyway, again, it's genuinely very touching to me that this abstract thinking about it and mediating that through my blorbos could be at all helpful in a practical immediate sense, and I'm really glad you told me about it. So thank you, as well!

[whumpetywhumpwhump]

Okay, what you think of seizure/convulsions whump? And when did you realize you were a hospital/sickfic fan?

*love your blog, let's be friends!!

Coupla great questions!!!

1. I do love seizure whump a LOT. I try to make sure things are accurate because ofc these things (like a lot of sickfic and whumpy stuff) do affect real people, but yes I absolutely love reading and writing about it. Since I don't usually read whumper content, a lot of the seizure stuff comes in the form of epilepsy HCs and also pretty serious illnesses like meningitis.

There's something about seizures in whump which just takes things to the next level- if a character is epileptic, the looming threat of a seizure is just always there, and when it happens there's the panic of how long it's going to last/whether it's going to be a big one etc etc. If a character is sick and starts seizing, it's a sign that things really aren't right, and perhaps tips the scales for caretakers from 'illness like the flu' to 'this character is dangerously ill and needs to go to a hospital NOW'.

I have so many things I could talk about here lol, and maybe if people want to see it I could make a whole post about seizure whump on its own, but yeah, I like it a whole bunch!

2. I can't quite pinpoint the exact time I realised I was really into hospital whump, and that's probably because I've been into it for a LONGGG time. Like, even as a kid if there was a character I was really into, I'd start picturing them in these precarious situations. It's only when I got older, obviously, that I discovered there was a community of people who were just like me, and I have to say it was super relieving (I genuinely thought I was a complete weirdo with original, weird thoughts).

I mean, to put things into perspective I wanted to be a doctor when I was five, and a lot of that was because I already loved whump.

An interesting little thing as well is how I think this side of me co-exists with my emetophobia: I've always been super afraid of vomit IRL, and as somebody who's also super into psychology, I find it so interesting how the things we fear and the things we're attracted to can be so linked. After all, 'arousal' is the word used to describe the body's reaction to a stimulus, fearful or exciting or.... otherwise. A lot of people love scary movies because the domesticated fear is like a safe way of experiencing terror that otherwise only happens in real life dangerous situations. In a similar way, I suppose I love sickfics because I'm so afraid of them IRL, and it's a safe way to explore the intense feelings I have about it.

Anyway, this post derailed into me talking about WHY I'm into sickfic (I think) but I find it fascinating!!!

Thanks so much for the ask, and we can definitely be friends! Always love meeting fellow whump lovers ❤️

[aceofwhump]

So I know for a fact now that I won't be able to make it through the whole series of This is Us because I watched a few episodes of it in one night and I went through like 14 tissues during just one of those episodes! It was only a couple of episodes!!!!!

I knew when this showed aired that I was never going to make it through the whole show and that continues to stand true. My god. And obviously I watched for Milo but I sobbed through those 4 episodes and then I kinda fell down the Tumblr gifset rabbit hole and I'm learning about the kids and about Jack and Rebecca and what happened to them and I AM DEEPLY UNWELL RIGHT NOW!!!!! DEEPLY!!!!

I start with watching the pilot which was great and I got choked up when one of their triplets was stillborn cause Milo is a great actor. But I was okay so I watched another episode. The one where you learn how Jack and Rebecca meet and that made me fall in love with the two of them so much more. So then I watched the chicken pox episode cause I needed to see fever addled Jack Pearson and that was a great episode. And then I watched a couple of episodes in s1 and s2 around those episodes. All fine. I did just fine with all those episode. I did cry and get very emotional several times but I'm like "I can handle this. Let's keep going and watch a really whumpy."

So then I watched the most depressing episode of anything I've ever seen holy shit. Which one? THE SUPERBOWL/HIS DEATH EPISODE! WHAT THE FUCK YOU GUYS I MADE A MISTAKE WITH THAT ONE! THAT WAS THE 14+ TISSUE EPISODE! That was a few days ago and I'm still crying over it! Oh I made a mistake watching that episode in particular. The other ones have been fine. Yes I cried at them all but it's an acceptable move on type of cry. But that one? Nope! Not well!

I already knew that Jack died and it was because of a house fire. I knew that going in. I knew that from when the show aired. But still, knowing that, I should not have watched this episode. I should not continue to dig into this more. It was a mistake for me to do so. Two of my biggest fears since childhood are my house catching fire during the night and losing my parents/family so THAT WAS SUPER FUN AND HEALTHY FOR ME TO WATCH YOU GUYS! Definitely made a bad decision there. Yup. I was well informed going in and I did not make the healthy decision. Also I could have turned it off but fuck Mandy Moore and Milo Ventimiglia for being so fucking good at their jobs that I couldn't turn it off. My heart hurts more than I can describe and it brought up my fears all over again to the point where last night I couldn't sleep until I went downstairs to check that our crockpot was unplugged and all day today I've been gathering all my family photos into one area that I easy to grab in the middle of the night because I can't live without those. I would absolutely pull a Jack Pearson and go back into my burning house for my pet and my family photo albums. 100%. So yeah I'm definitely in a healthy spot right now. For sure. I totally did not cry so hard that I had to scream into my pillow.

Don't get me wrong, this show is fucking beautiful and heartbreaking and well written and so well acted. I cannot bring myself to stop watching more episodes at random, it's so good and I want to learn more about them. I am going to continue to watch episodes. I understand completely how it became so popular. But I also understand why everyone would say their hearts got ripped out of their body every week. My heart cannot handle this much emotion. Jesus Christ. How the fuck did the actors get through this? I can't even watch it without dying. How did they put themselves into it? Milo you asshole you're so good at your job! All of you actors in this show! You're too good! Stop!

I'm gonna watch a few more select episodes and probably continue the Tumblr rabbit hole but my god I cannot watch the whole thing. I can't.

Okay with that all said, I need to quickly talk about Jack though. The reason I wanted to watch any of this show was for Milo as Jack Pearson and FUCK ME! JACK PEARSON! I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT JACK PEARSON!!! He has been through so much shit growing up between his dad and Vietnam and his alcoholism and instead of breaking him, it made him kind. I'm such a fucker sucker for trauma filled man made kind by his pain. He's such a good dad and a good man and yeah he made mistakes, who fucking doesn't, but he loved his family more than anything and would do anything for them and he was so full of love it was overwhelming. And it's the whole their love is so strong it towers over everything and then one half dies and it's devastating because how do you have one half of that whole just disappear. I can't handle it kind of story. And and I just learned that in the finale when Rebecca died she wakes up next to him in heaven!?! Oh god stop! Stop it! They get to be together forever now!! They deserve it!

FUCK ME I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS

[whumpsday]

Whumpmas in July #5

Share a TV show, movie, or any media that gives you the whumperflies!

Go! Go! Loser Ranger! (also called Ranger Reject or Sentai Daishikkaku) is definitely the whumpiest anime aired so far this year. i've gushed about how much i love it a few times so far, but i just can't get over it. so i'm going to talk about it again, at greater length than ever before.

the premise is as follows: in a super sentai world (power rangers etc, for the unfamiliar), alien monsters invaded the earth 13 years ago. the war between humans and monsters lasted 1 year and ended in an overwhelming victory for humans. the more powerful "boss monsters" were wiped out, leaving only the "dusters", who were all taken into captivity by the superheroes.

dusters are the weakest type of monster and were created as living weapons by the boss monsters. they are immortal shapeshifters, but the shapeshifting is only possible because these monsters are literally made of dust: a tight squeeze is enough to send them crumbling. without their god-like masters, they stand no chance against the humans in a fair fight.

the superheroes exploit this to make the general population think the war is still ongoing and the boss monsters are still active: they force the dusters into an arena to get beaten on a weekly basis for humans' entertainment, making one of them shapeshift into a fake boss monster each time. under threat of death from special weapons that have the rare ability to kill them, the dusters are given no choice to accept this perpetual torment, and being immortal, it will presumably go on forever.

after 12 years of being beaten, Footsoldier D, our protagonist, has had enough. a duster whose only advantage is a particular talent for replicating humans, he escapes captivity and attempts to infiltrate the heroes. his plan is to kill the head heroes, destroy their special weapons, free his people, and eventually conquer the earth if he gets that far.

D has never interacted with the real world before and knows little of earth and humans. he has lived his whole life in captivity, first a slave of the boss monsters and then a captive of the heroes. he is traumatized, afraid, will literally crumble to dust if he takes a single hit, and his cover could be blown any second.

this show is INSANELY whumpy. there is onscreen torture. the dynamics are wonderful. every character is insane. it makes a great balance of suspense and humor (i've seen it described as "if invader zim was the main character of amazon's the boys"). i can't recommend it enough. it's on hulu and disney+ and any "unofficial" anime website. it's only 12 episodes. it's based on a manga if that's more your speed. GO WATCH IT. or at least go watch the opening theme, which is pretty whumpy itself!

@whumpmasinjuly

[practically-an-x-man]

Fic writer asks: 4, 11, 25, 26, and 30 for Icarus Drowned?

Hell yeah absolutely!! Thank you so much!!

Even More Fic Writer Asks

4. If the fic required it, what did you research in order to write it?

This one honestly didn't require any research!! I'm something of a zombie media connoisseur (lol), and while I did have a few specific inspirations in mind, the actual fic didn't involve any particular research. Maybe there are elements that might have required a bit of research, like Warren's gradual decline in condition, if I were someone else, but... aforementioned zombie media connoisseur, plus I was a forensic anthropology major before I dropped out of college so I'm more familiar with states of decay than the average person.

11. What was the most challenging aspect of writing it?

Hm... honestly, I think either the pacing, or the balance of emotions.

In terms of the pacing, I found a lot of passion in writing this piece, so it was difficult to decide which scenes to include - I could have drawn this out more, but that would have taken a while and slowed down the energy of the fic, so I had to be very intentional about what I included and balancing the angst with the resolution.

And in terms of that balance of emotions: this is a very difficult piece for Rae. She's already a very "loves hard and won't let go" character, which is what really drives the angst of this piece, but... I feel like there's a fine line between "desperate emotion" and "now that's just sappy" when it comes to fics like this. I feel like I struck a good balance in the end, but there were a few moments where I was like, "alright, reel it back, this is getting into Hallmark territory here"

25. Share your favorite line

I honestly love all of the descriptions of Warren's zombification and the way his condition keeps declining, I think it's all so wonderfully whumpy and horror-y and visceral, so I could put any of those lines here. But instead, I'm gonna go with this one:

"I know, it is, but I just..." she managed, struggling to hold back her tears, "Today's a bad one. I needed to see you." "Alright," he said, and shot her an all-too-familiar half-smile, "You're seeing me now."

I just felt like this was such a good, concise showcase of Warren's humor, with that sort of gallows humor and all. I feel like it's very accurate to how he behaves in the comics, even if we don't see much of that in the movies. And not to mention, with how much of this fic he spends zombified and unable to talk, those few lines of dialogue he does have needed to be strong, and I think this one really is!

26. Share your favorite detail

A few other people have also pointed this out as one of their favorite details, but: Warren's heart stopping, that moment of true death, before the cure takes effect.

On a literary level, I feel like it was a good extension of the suspense, and a way to make the resolution/cure feel that much more impactful when it does take hold.

On an in-universe level, I feel like it makes more sense than simply having him cured outright - like how a defibrillator doesn't restart the heart, but stops it so that the body can then return to a healthy rhythm. Plus, he's already been weakened by fighting off the virus for so long; the cure is an additional stressor on his body, and it would be too much for him until one of those stressors (the virus or the cure) receded.

And on a personal level, I just like it because it contrasts with the usual depictions of a miracle cure in zombie media and other things of that nature. I didn't want the little Disney-princess awakening, I wanted this to hurt. The virus isn't just vanishing, it's actively being purged, and that... honestly just needs to be kind of gross. Either way, I really loved that whole scene of him coming back.

30. Would you ever return to the story’s universe and write more?

Hm... I don't have anything planned at this moment, but I could definitely see myself writing more. Zombie media has an absolutely chokehold on me, and I really had a great time writing this piece! Not sure what I'd write if I did a sequel, but if the mood struck me and I felt like people would appreciate reading more, I'm sure I could come up with something.

[loreleiloon]

Your prompts are very unique and delightful! As for the bot comment I saw once I'll say mostly people suspect bots on tumblr when a pfp stays as the anonymous one, so maybe changing your pfp could help :] Mostly though I just wanted to say I love reading your prompts, I never see much eldritch whumper stuff, and you certainly do it justice! Monster whumpers and intimate whumpers are some of my favorites and you do them very well.

I'm also very fond of monster whumpees (and vampire whumpees in particular because Astarion has been the hyperfixation for the past two years lol). So yeah, I hope you enjoy tumblr. There's lots of fun to be had in this community, and you certainly have the type of whump I love to read ^^

Oh my goodness! Thank you so much for this! I'm so happy you love my monster whumpers. I really love writing all the twisted, intimate love stuff and this is such a great place to share it on <3 I definitely plan to keep up all my eldritchy, parasitichy, and folklorey monsters in business, don't you worry. And I need to try more monster whumpees! That's a really good idea! (also lowkey love Astarion, too. Resisted for a year or two but am finally embracing it, lol. To see what I'm doing with him, you can check out my other blog @loreleiloonsdarkascension <3) Lastly, thank you so much for your warm welcome :3. Haven't been on Tumblr too long but I'm excited to make new friends and share my crazy thonks. Have a lovely day and stay tuned for more whumpiness XD

[finn-m-corvex]

Whumptober Day 19: Floral Bouquet

Day 19! This one is a continuation from Day 18, and honestly it's kinda more fluffy than whumpy because it's hard to do whump with a 'floral bouquet' without straight up shoving someone into a rosebush SO! Finn got creative, as I tend to do. Still had fun with this one though!

Taglist: @splinnters @abigailxoxo @tornoleander @mondothebombo @ghostwalloper @toastingpencils37 @lightning-chicken

Words: 2.4k

“I feel awful,” Nya said, sitting at the lunch table with her food in front of her, uneaten and going cold. The others were shooting her concerned looks over their own food, not paying attention to the empty spot next to Cole where Jay would’ve sat. Jay’s mom had picked him up only a little bit after Nya called her, and she walked him down to the curb and watched them drive off with a pit in her stomach.

Cole looked up from where he was eating his sandwich. “It wasn’t your fault. How were you supposed to know that the kid was carrying a bat? What were you supposed to do?”

“I knew that he was anxious,” Nya said, “and I shouldn’t have walked off with just him. Maybe there was something I could’ve said, or—”

“If it is any consolation,” Zane spoke up, putting down his fork, “I agree with Cole. There was nothing you could do. You were taken by surprise, and could not have known how the other party would react. Jay didn’t even realize you were being followed until you were too far away to come back and get us.”

None of that made Nya feel any better. Kai bumped shoulders with her on her other side, looking worried. “Hey, it’ll be okay. He’s fine, I’m sure he is.”

“He was bleeding!” Nya exclaimed.

Lloyd linked arms with her, finding her hand and squeezing. “It’s not the first time Jay’s been hurt, Nya. I’m sure he’s okay; he’s probably just resting at home, which is better for his anxiety anyway.”

“Anxiety that he wouldn’t have had if we had just said something to him,” Nya sighed. “We should’ve texted him as soon as we noticed that he wasn’t here. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been so nervous.”

“I hate to tell you, sis,” Kai said, “but I don’t think there’s much we can do for his anxiety. He’s always anxious, and there’s only so much we can do to accommodate it.”

For some reason, the comment rubbed her the wrong way, and Nya was surprised at the rush of protectiveness that shot through her. She knew that she needed to get out before she did something she regretted; Kai may not have been wrong, but it wasn’t fair to Jay either. “I need some air.”

They watched her go, and part of Nya felt saddened by the fact that no one tried to pull her back. Jay had talked to her before about how much it stung to be left to your own devices; your friends not giving you any sort of feedback to work with, leaving you to make your own decisions with biting indifference that only made him more nervous. She tried to give him as much feedback as she could, because she couldn’t imagine how hard it was to thrive in that kind of sensory-deprived environment.

If this was even a taste of how Jay felt whenever he was having a bad day, then she was going to try so much harder.

Luckily the outside of the school was pretty barren, as everyone was inside and eating their lunch or heading out to class, so Nya was enjoying her nice little stroll through the school gardens. It was an area that she hadn’t ever really explored before, mostly because they didn’t go outside (preferring to be close to their lockers in case Garmadon decided to attack), but maybe she should make an effort to come out here. Jay would’ve liked it, maybe he would walk with her sometime.

Jay definitely would.

The flowers were beautiful, just starting to bloom and show their true colors. Nya had never been a flower person, but Jay was, and she listened to more than one of his rants about different types of flowers and their meanings as he would show pictures of each individual one and explain what his favorite thing about them was. He looked so excited whenever he would start talking about them, and even now Nya could recognize a few of them: roses, of course, but also daisies and carnations and orchids and even some lilies across the way.

“I didn’t think you would be out here,” said a voice behind her, and she wheeled around with her fist ready to throw a punch. Cole caught her hand easily, raising his eyebrow at her tensed position.

She had already been jumped once today, he should’ve known better than to sneak up on her. “What are you doing here?”

“Finding you,” Cole said, almost in a bored tone, but Nya knew him well enough to detect the hint of worry in his voice. “The others were worried.”

“If you were so worried, then why didn’t you stop me?” Nya asked, putting her hand down and continuing to walk down the path. Cole followed behind her, keeping up easily with his hands in his pockets and his signature headphones being pulled down from around his ears.

“Because you needed the space, and I can respect that,” Cole said. “I wasn’t expecting you to come out to the garden though.”

“I was thinking about Jay,” Nya said, and she was surprised at how easily his name rolled off of her tongue. “He would love all the flowers.”

“He does love them,” Cole said, bending down to pick up a fallen rose petal from under one of the many bushes. “He likes to come out here and sketch them when he’s nervous.”

Nya never knew that, even after all of this time. “Really? Why didn’t he ever say anything?”

Cole sighed, letting the petal fall to the ground. “Jay is…complicated. He needs his space, but he needs people in his space or else he gets sad. But there has to be at least one space that he gets all to himself, because that’s his decompression spot.”

“And the garden is the decompression spot?”

“Yup,” Cole said, stopping at one of the benches. Nya wanted to keep walking, but she sat down next to him instead. “He’s a lot, but he’s worth it.”

They were quiet for a few minutes, and Nya was well-aware that they had missed the start of the next period, but Cole didn’t seem very bothered about it. She picked one of the daisies sprouting on the left side of the bench, twirling the stem around in her hand. “You’re really special to him, you know.”

And it was true. Cole and Jay were a pair that could never be separated; you never had one without the other. Nya thought at first that they had been blood brothers as she watched the way they acted with each other, and how protective they were. Looking at them, you wouldn’t think that Jay could be protective over Cole, but it was true. That was how Kai and Nya had first met them, trying to stop Jay from punching someone’s lights out because the person smashed Cole’s old headphones. Jay had come in the next day holding Cole’s repaired headphones, having stayed up all night to fix them, and that’s when Nya knew that the two’s relationship was something else. Special, just like Jay.

“You are, too,” Cole chuckled, tossing his leg up. “He likes you a lot, it’s honestly kinda cute.”

“Oh please,” Nya said, blushing. “I’m sure he falls for any pretty girl that looks his way.”

“He doesn’t,” Cole said, turning to face her with a serious expression. “Jay isn’t like that. If he’s wanting to spend more time with you and putting in the effort to get to know you, he’s sticking with you. Probably wants to get married.”

“Married?!”

Nya was a bit disgruntled when Cole laughed, messing up her hair and grinning at her pouting face when she tried to fix it. “Married. He’s a dreamer.”

“We haven’t even started dating!”

Cole raised an eyebrow. “Would you want to start dating?”

She…she wasn’t sure, actually. Nya had never considered it before, never really thought about Jay like that. But now that she was, she felt all of the butterflies start to come alive: she loved seeing him smile and hearing him talk, and spending time with him never felt like it was a bore or like she was wasting it. Hearing his compliments or even one of his dorky attempts at (poorly disguised) flirting made her heart squeeze with affection. The flirting was bad, but she appreciated the effort nonetheless. Not like she had ever really tried to flirt, so maybe it was harder than she thought.

“Oh shit,” Nya groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Have I been leading him on?”

“It’s only leading him on if you don’t actually have any intentions of dating,” Cole said, but Nya still felt the guilt start to bubble up to the surface. She couldn’t stop thinking about all of the signals that she missed, all the signs that she walked past without a second thought; Jay must’ve been so upset. How could she say that she was doing everything to try and make him happy and then do something like that?

Noticing her growing distress, Cole reached out to rub her arm, a gentle smile on his face. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re starting to get the same look that Jay does when he’s overthinking.”

“You must be so angry with me,” Nya said, leaning back against the bench. “I can’t imagine how much I must’ve hurt him by now.”

“I’m not angry,” Cole assured, and Nya tried to take comfort in his words. “Here, we’ll talk about something else. What happened before you guys got jumped?”

She had already given a very watered-down version of what happened to the others before now, but she supposed that she could give Cole a few more details. “I was telling him about math class, and he was offering to help tutor me which was great because I could really use the help, and he said he would do it as long as we would go out for milkshakes afterwards. He didn’t tell me the place but that’s not super important—”

“So he’s already asked you on a date.”

Nya’s brain short-circuited.

Oh First Master.

First Master she was so stupid.

“And by your reaction, I’m guessing you didn’t say yes.”

“I didn’t know!” But she should’ve known, should’ve thought about it a little more.

Sighing, Cole went to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I swear, between you and Kai and Jay I’m going to drown in your obliviousness. Come on, I’m going to help you fix it.”

Jay was miserable.

Sitting at home was boring, but there was nowhere else to go. The trip to urgent care had only taken around twenty minutes, where the doctor reassured his mom that he didn’t have a concussion and that he would just have to rest over the weekend so he would be good as new on Monday. But that also meant that his mom had confiscated all of his electronics and banished him from working on any of his and Pa’s projects, already knowing exactly how Jay would’ve kept himself busy.

Even though she technically wasn’t home so she would never know if he did some work or played video games for a bit, Jay didn’t have the heart to disobey his mom.

He had tried texting Cole to see if his best friend would have anything to keep him occupied, maybe even just have a conversation, but he only received short one word texts until Jay gave up on trying to text anymore. The idea of texting Nya floated around in his head but he quickly dismissed it; he had already made enough of a fool of himself today.

Now he was standing over his stove and a ruined batch of scrambled eggs that he had left cooking for too long; Jay didn’t even like scrambled eggs! That’s just how bored he was!

But now he had ruined a couple of perfectly good eggs when money was already low this month, and he was alone so there wasn’t anyone to reassure him that it was fine, and he already knew that Cole wouldn’t text back if Jay tried to say anything about it but he couldn’t text Nya or the others because if they didn’t want to see him this morning than why would they want to hear from him now—

“Dammit,” Jay whispered, hand going to his chest as he fought to get his breathing back under control. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Phone at his ear and ready to call his Pa, Jay jumped when there was a knock on the front door of their small house, and he waited like a deer in headlights for the person to go away.

He needed the person to go away.

“Jay! It’s me!”

Shit, it was Nya. He couldn’t just leave Nya out there, especially when she knew that he was home. Why couldn’t the urgent care visit have taken longer?!

Nya was probably so upset with him. She had finally figured out that he had fumbled his attempt at asking her out on a date, that he was stupid and that it was a stupid idea and that he was the worst person in the history of people to probably ever ask her on a date—

“Oh, hey Nya,” he greeted, as if the sound of her name didn’t make his head spin, “what are you doing here?”

It was the first time he had ever seen Nya Smith look nervous, shuffling her feet and hiding something behind her back. She was biting her lip, looking him up and down as if she was trying to see if something was there. Was she checking for injuries?

“I’m okay,” he said, taking the shot in the dark. Nya relaxed, and Jay silently patted himself on the back for guessing correctly.

Suddenly, something was thrust into his hands, and Jay looked down to see a messy bouquet of pink roses and various carnations, and his face grew hot when his brain finally kicked into gear and he remembered the meanings of the flowers. She remembered that he liked them.

Jay was silent as Nya started talking. “I-I know this is a little sudden, but Cole helped me get those together for you. I know they’re not perfect and they’re really basic and I probably got some of the colors wrong—”

“Nya,” he said, stopping her ramble. Was she always this cute when she rambled? “They’re perfect.”

“Perfect?”

“Anything you would give me is perfect.”

“Then in that case,” Nya gave him a shy smile that had his heart dripping with affection, “Jay Walker, would you go out with me?”

[susiequaz12]

Whumptober 1

No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Day 1! This is with my immortal whumpee Marlowe, in the Vampire AU. Their masterlist is here. CW: immortal whumpee, nonbinary whumpee, exhaustion, vampire whumper.

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The vampire pulled away, wiping the blood from their mouth with the back of their hand as they stood up out of the chair they were sitting in. Lo felt a dribble of spit trickle onto their shoulder from their neck where he had been feeding. 

Without a single word the vampire exited the room, brushing the curtain of the door aside as he exited the feeding area. Lo pulled themselves to sitting on shaky arms, pulling the collar of their tunic back over their neck, the two bite marks already starting to close up and heal. 

Lo could barely make out another figure coming into the room, but they knew who this was instantly. 

“Hey-” Solomon mumbled, stepping over to the table atop where Lo sat. “That’s it for today. The sun is coming up so we’re all going to bed.” 

Lo’s eyes drifted til they finally focused onto the vampire in front of their face. They went to speak in reply but the words refused to tumble out of their mouth and it came out as a sigh instead. 

“Oh you don’t look so good…” Solomon brushed the human’s hair back from their forehead, immediately feeling it slick with sweat, the skin cold and clammy. “Yeah, you definitely need a rest.” 

Lo had leaned into the touch against their forehead, and when the vampire pulled away, Lo followed, tumbling forward off the table into the vampire’s chest. 

“Woah- okay, hang on-” they braced an arm around the small human’s waist, towering over them as they held them up on shaky feet and legs. “Lo- are you okay? Are you with me?” 

“ ‘m’just tired-” they mumbled. Their words slurring together. 

“Well yeah, you had twelve feedings today, that’s twice your normal amount. Hey-hey-” Solomon pulled the human in front of him, one hand on their shoulder to keep them steady, the other held out in front of their face. “How many fingers am I holding up?” 

Solomon watched as the human tried to focus their vision, blinking a few times and squinting, words echoing across their lips as if they were counting. Finally they seemed to settle on an answer that would have to be sufficient.

“Se-seven?” 

Solomon resisted the urge to chuckle as Lo flashed him a dopey smile, their eyelids fluttering open and closed as exhaustion began to take over. 

“Alright Lo, that’s it, you’re going to bed.” 

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Taglist: @imagination1reality0@whumpsday@thecyrulik@no-terms-and-conditions-apply@spectral-whumpy-writer @raddyscoops

[gaybd1]

Sokka gets caught and put into the cooler instead

Ehhh, not EXACTLY what you ordered lol but I'm trying to fit things in with my preplanned overarching narrative lol. So if any of this is confusing, I guess y'all just have to send me more prompts and more asks to get a bigger picture hehehe

Obviously this is whumpy and violent, so read with care

He’d lost track of time. He’d lost track of the punches, the burns. All Sokka knew was that he hadn’t talked. Katara, Aang, and the others were still safe. That knowledge was worth all the pain in the world.

“Enough,” he heard through the fog that had settled over his mind. He tried to pick his head up, tried to focus, but it fell back down over his chest. It was a struggle to even stay upright in the chair he was shackled to, though he wasn’t sure what the alternative was and if the restraints would even let him fall. 

He knew that voice and everything inside him told him that the voice meant danger, but he could hardly focus on it. His instincts told him to run.

Azula, his mind finally caught up to fill in the blank. He urged his panic down. He hadn’t told her anything. Katara was safe.

“Enough,” she repeated, and Sokka heard her footsteps approaching, saw the tips of her boots enter his blurred field of vision. He grunted- it was not a whimper- when she grabbed at his wolftail and yanked his head up to face her. His vision swam for a moment before it managed to focus on her narrowed eyes.

“You are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous,” she whispered, releasing her hold suddenly enough to send Sokka’s chin slamming against his chest, causing him to cry out as something definitely broken was jostled.

“He’s no use to me dead. He needs rest.” She must have been addressing the other guards in the room. “Besides, I have some… family business to attend to…”

His heartbeat sped up. Zuko. They had to get out of here, they had to make a run for it, they had to–

“Put him in a cooler.”

“But your highness, he’s not a firebender.” The guard’s protest was met with an icy silence. 

(Heh. Ice. Fitting– Get a GRIP, Sokka! )

“Yes, Princess. Right away,” the guard corrected himself.

More footsteps as Azula left the cell and– 

Blinding white pain. Loud, tortured screams.

Sokka didn’t come back to himself until he was in the hallway, dragging between the two large guards who’d been beating up on him for the last who-knows-how-long. Every step they took was agony against his broken body. He couldn’t even remember what they’d done to him, but the important thing was that he hadn’t told them anything.

…Right?

Katara was safe for now. But Zuko wasn’t. Azula would be seeing him next and they had to get out of here. He could only hope Suki and his dad would realize something was wrong and adjust their plan so they still had a chance to get free. Sokka had caused them enough pain already. He had to get loose so he could give them a chance…

After his first few minutes in the cooler, Sokka couldn’t feel the pain anymore. He couldn’t feel anything anymore. He quickly realized he was in no position to be saving anyone.

Across the prison, a disgraced prince slammed the door to an interrogation room onto his ex-girlfriend and ran. He ran until he found the control room and opened the doors to all the prisoners’ cells.

Elsewhere, in two different locations, two warriors were released from their cells. Instead of heading to the rendezvous point they’d planned, they both turned and ran toward the coolers, the last place from which they’d heard an all-too-familiar scream.

The situation was growing complicated. 

[whumpkink]

im sooo curious about mack can you tell more about her character and the setting/context.. she's a stupid dumb idiot!! (affectionate)

I can tell you some, not much because that would be spoilers (that would also not exist because I make a lot of stuff as I go). So some stuff about the stupid dumb idiot:

She's half-Spirit, a human/incubus hybrid for whump and for smut reasons;

I don't know how obvious it is that Mack & Violet are the same person, I just really like the living weapon who's dehumanized to the point she kinda has two personalities trope;

The story has three "eras". I'll be more detailed about it when I make the series masterlist;

General context is: the Elders of the coven tested toddlers' magical potential and Mack's was off the charts. So her stepmother made a deal with her dad and got the rights to train Mack. Adults pretend they don't know the "coven's weapon" is just a kid/teenager trained to be a killing machine. Terrible whumpy life happens blah blah blah. After she leaves the coven, she's found injured by Jace. He goes "injured baby, she's my baby now". Jace brings her into the agency thingy he works at, she accepts to be basically an unofficial agent to help her control the more violent urges. Still whumpy life but now with comfort and parental figures act like parents. Third era is more of a "caretaker Mack" and the one I currently have the least knowledge about;

It takes place in your regular "normal world but paranormal shit and magic happens", I suck at worldbuilding;

There'll be more explicit whump coming on, reminder she's half sex demon (kinda), but it'll have all the warnings. This is not a character who manages to escape the dead dove corner;

In the third era, she's eventually in a romantic relationship and has a lot of doubts about it. Just constantly wondering if she's being accidentally abusive;

Definitely in the "hall of characters that have PTSD and other disorders and how the fuck are you minimally functional?";

Also in the "hall of characters that are actually pretty complex if you think about it but I talk about them as if they're just a wet cat who needs someone to pick them up from the cat distribution system".

A bonus fact: she's a variation of an older OC. I still have two whumpees with the "living weapon backstory" but made Mack have it a little worse.

That's it for now, I could talk a lot about Mack because she's my main blorbo for now.

[smolghostbot]

GT July: AU / Thief

Fun fact, when Melody was first imagined, they were a somewhat threatening nature spirit before turning into the awkward AuDHD human dork they are nowadays. I thought it would be fun to remix that version, and that makes this… almost an AU, right? An alternate timeline kinda?

Today's Writing Challenge™️ was to do the entire piece without any proper nouns, but still try to make it clear what was happening... complicated as Patch uses they/them here and Spirit!Melody uses they/it.

Word Count: 1k (Had some fun with this one) Non-AU Character bios in my pinned post ⚠️CWs⚠️: Vague mention of ableism, typical "first meeting" Borrower fear, as well as proper fearplay with a vore-adjacent threat. The vibes are definitely whumpy, and it has a purposely ambiguous ending that is adjacent to kidnapping.

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Finally, the sprite had arrived at the grove. They had only heard rumors of it, but here it was! The mushrooms in this grove, when soaked in the nearby mineral springs, were said to be able to cure any illness. Though they didn't know for sure if the magic would count their disability as an illness, they had to try, even if they had to venture to a forbidden part of the forest to do it. They couldn't stand the judgment, the whispers about their silence behind their back. Rumors abound of a ferocious guardian spirit who lived nearby, but the grove seemed clear, if a bit quiet.

As the sprite made their way to one of the smaller mushrooms, only a few inches taller than their two-inch frame, they removed their trusty mushroom-cutting ax from their bag and began to chop it at the base. It was after only a single swing that they felt something was very, very wrong.

In an instant, they felt something wrap around them, as if it rose from the ground itself, the texture of skin but the neutral coldness of wood. They didn't even get a chance to struggle before being yanked up into the air. As soon as it registered in their brain, they desperately struggled to free themself, to get to their backpack and get away. But they were already staring down a creature that could only be the guardian spirit the legends had spoken of. Its pale skin the color of a light wood, complete with soft darker ring lines going horizontally across the center of its face. The wood lacked the subtle reds of human skin, and it seemed that all of the extra red was stored in their eyes, the color of a dark red amber, with lighter orange sclera. Their hair seemed to be a radiant blueish green, the color seeming to shift as the sprite looked at it, as if an energy flowed through it. On the creature's forehead was a pair of horns, or antlers perhaps based on their shape, which looked as if they were also made of wood in a browner shade.

After they stared at the giant, taking in the details and realizing it had been doing the same to them, it spoke, in a deep, but distinctly feminine voice, as it stared at the little sprite with clear disdain. "A child of the Light Forest, I see. It's rare that we see your kind this far into my territory… You're quite small."

The sprite was terrified, but couldn't escape from the giant hand grabbing them if they wanted to as the giant being continued to speak. "Tell me, little creature, do you know what happens to those who harm the residents of this grove?"

The little captive's eyes begin to widen, their pointed ears involuntarily pulling back against their head in fear.

"Well, no answer? I'll assume you didn't know then…"

As the giant creature spoke, their hand lowered down a bit, such that the sprite was looking directly at the giant's mouth. "Anybody who steals from this grove… ends up a part of it. And not in a way that most wish."

As the gigantic lips moved, showing off the sharp teeth within, the captured sprite became terrified, understanding the threat well. The hand holding the terrified sprite was moved back up to eye level. There was a moment of silence, them both staring at each other, before the guardian spoke again, seeming confused. "... Are you not afraid?"

The sprite shook their head no, before thinking, then nodding yes, before finally resorting to just doing an exaggerated wince. Stupid negatives in questions, they make it so hard to respond correctly.

"You're not one for words, are you? Just like the plants… You've captured my interest, an uncommon feat. Why are you here?"

The sprite was gently placed on the ground, staring up at the massive creature that had grabbed them, looking somewhere between a woman and a tree. Leaves flowed down its torso, as if they were a robe of some sort. The sprite hardly reached the ankles of the massive creature. Thinking quickly, they pointed to their backpack, which was discarded near where they were lifted. The giant spirit nodded.

"You may, but I wouldn't try to make a run for it if I were you."

After retrieving their bag, the sprite took out the bottle of spring water. They began to pantomime cooking a mushroom, and then an eating motion. Finally, they held their hand high in an exaggerated operatic singing motion, mouth open but completely silent.

"... I see. Well, I have unfortunate news for you, little forest child."

The sprite's expression dropped, fearing they had offended the giant. They mentally cursed themself. Shouldn't have mentioned eating the mushroom, shouldn't have mentioned eating the mushroom,why did I do that?!

"Calm yourself, that wasn't a threat… yet. It's true that this forest has healing powers, although, you could have simply asked me rather than harm my children. However… I sense no illness that I can cure. Even if you succeeded in your little quest, nothing would happen."

The sprite looked at the giant in disappointment as they continued to speak. "So… your little quest was a fool's errand. And now you're here, having both met me and harmed one of the grove's mushrooms… you understand what this means, yes?"

Legs wobbling, the sprite fell to their knees, hanging their head.

"I see, you do… But you know, I am feeling generous today, and the poor mushroom was not slain by your weapon, merely injured. How about I make a little deal with you? I'll spare you, but in exchange, you keep me, the trees, and the mushrooms company… For the rest of your days."

The sprite stopped to think, although there wasn't really a choice to be made. They could either perish, or live here forever. And… though they feared the giant's wrath, an escape from the rest of their kind… may not be too bad. The forest guardian smiled approvingly as the new resident of the grove slowly nodded their head.

"Very good, small one. Welcome to our little family."