#erystos

[little-peril-stories]

Behold this beautiful collection of women with integral roles in whump stories! 💕

Here is an editable spreadsheet of female characters in whump. Feel free to add to it!

LONG POST WARNING (I find long posts extremely annoying, but I'm breaking the rule this one time to showcase all the works below)

Characters mentioned in the above graphic:

Bree is from The Prince of Thieves / The Queen of Lies by @little-peril-stories

Carr is from Hidden Depths (and its AU) by @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

Kiri is from Sin of Purity, Purity of Sin by @pleasestaywithmedarling

Emmeline and Liv are from Emmeline + Liv by @thoughtsonhurtandcomfort (MASTERLIST HERE)

Jeddy is from Never by @whumpflash

Dany is from Dany by @justplainwhump (MASTERLIST HERE)

Blaise is from Unbidden by @alittlewhump

Catha is from this story by @verkja

Myla is from My Little Mermaid by @thoughtsonhurtandcomfort

Merridy is from Nuisance, Glass Shards and Undeserved/Fancy Boots by @i-can-even-burn-salad

Cyra is from Traces by @whumping-in-the-wings

Felicia is from Out Unseen by @sableflynn

Seraphina is from Seraphina + Erystos by @thoughtsonhurtandcomfort

Colette is from The Prince of Thieves by @little-peril-stories

There's a (more minor) Colette in Nuisance by @i-can-even-burn-salad

Ariadne is from Unlikely Salvation and some AUs by @just-horrible-things

Hamster and Ashley are from the Hamster Interactive Story by @whumpinthepot

There's also an Ashley in the Danny Michaelson series by @ashintheairlikesnow

Louisa is from Good Slaves Never Break the Rules by @clairelsonao3

Rena is from Sun and Glass by @whumpflash

Kira is from Unburied by @whump-me

There's also a Kira in Bones in the Ocean by @ashintheairlikesnow

Anna is from Gozukk and Anna by @whimperwoods

Adelaide is from In Irons by @actress4him

Isadora is from Martyr by @whump-me

Josephine is from Heal My Wounds and a bit of Glass Shards by @i-can-even-burn-salad

Dubheasa is from Smoke, Salt, and Abestos by @quietly-by-myself

Theodora is from Dark Water by @cryptidwritings

Jeanne is from Perfect Sorrows by @whumping-in-the-wings

Raina is from Alec & Raina by @suspicious-whumping-egg

Annie is from The Kennel by @whumpcereal

Robin is from Unsung Heroes by @dont-touch-my-soup

Alba is from Duochromatic by @siren-of-agony

Cadence is from Obsession by @actress4him

Fen and big sis Bridget are from Fen and Freddie by @little-peril-stories

Nabi is from Riot Kings by @befuddled-calico-whump

Kel is from Zombies Are an Afterthought by @rainydaywhump

Neteri is from Erebus & Terror by @brutal-nemesis

Liz is from Kane and Jim by @whumpsday

Vera is from Honor Bound by @whump-tr0pes

Kara is from Little Fox by @painsandconfusion

Emma is from Together by @distinctlywhumpthing

Sarah is from Wildefire by @befuddled-calico-whump

Lily is from Captured by @redwingedwhump

There's also a Lily in Twisted Thorns by @i-can-even-burn-salad

[whumpsday]

4 and 10!

Tag a Caretaker you believe deserves a break

tbh my own jim could use a break. an anxiety-riddled mess who gets reminded of his own trauma half the time he looks at the whumpee he's caretaking. otherwise:

@thoughtsonhurtandcomfort's Erystos is being put through the wringer

@quietly-by-myself's Hakon PLEEEASE THIS DUDE... REALLY NEEDS A HUG

Favourite way to soothe an anxiety ridden whumpee?

wellllll i'd do what i'd want someone to do with me, the kind of soothing words i wrote abt in the last answer here... i'm also a big hugger, so a hug, if they want one.

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

⟰: the crinkle of blankets when being tucked in extra good - for Seraphina from the sickfic prompts?

sick whump scenarios

⟰: the crinkle of blankets when being tucked in extra good

Thank you!!

Content Warnings: angel whumpee, lady whump, caught in the rain, illness, rescue, caretaking, comfort

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"Why couldn't she pick a nicer day to get lost?" Jo grumbles.

The day has been relentlessly dreary. That morning, Seraphina was in a similarly bleak mood - as she often was while she adjusted to the little everyday discomforts of mortal life. She went for a walk and never returned.

"How far could she make it barefoot?" Erystos wonders. He's worried that she ran into trouble beyond the bad weather. "Maybe we should - "

"Shh!" Jo holds her hand out and they both go still.

Just over the drizzle, Erystos hears coughing in the distance. He and Jo exchange a look. She pulls out her bow and nocks an arrow, then nods. Erystos puts a hand on the handle of the knife strapped to his thigh and leads the way forward while Jo keeps an eye out behind them.

They reach a large, moss-covered tree that has been on its side for a long time, parts of it eaten away by creatures who have made it their home. The upturned roots form a little alcove just out of sight.

Jo steps around the tree first, at the ready. She immediately lowers her bow and sighs.

"Found her."

Sure enough, Seraphina is sitting with her knees pulled to her chest with her back against the underside of the tree. The angel is soaked to the bone, wearing only the t-shirt and shorts that she sleeps in. Her long hair hangs damp and limp around her. Mud cakes her feet and legs and there are scratches all over her face and arms.

Despite her miserable state, Seraphina still manages to look defensive and proud. She presses her trembling blue-tinged lips together and tries to get up on her own.

To Erystos' surprise, Jo is the first to offer a hand. When Seraphina hesitates to take it, Jo huffs and removes her cloak, tossing it over the angel's shoulders.

"You don't have to prove anything," Jo says. "Come on, we all just want to go home."

The cloak was fashioned by Jo using a coat hood and a wool blanket. It clasps together in the front with a belt buckle. It's too warm to resist; Seraphina reluctantly pulls it around her shivering body.

"And you don't have to walk," Erystos adds.

Seraphina meets his eyes. Her facade is crumbling. She looks as fragile and lost as the first day she realized that this was her life now.

Erystos approaches her not unlike a frightened animal. He holds his arms out.

"Come on. It's warm and dry inside, and there's food."

He expects at least a little resistance, so he's surprised when Seraphina closes the space between them and slumps against him The demon scoops her into his arms effortlessly and Seraphina allows it, curling up tightly and hiding her face in the fabric of the cloak.

"Look at that," Jo mutters, "maybe she likes us after all."

Likes is a stretch, but Erystos is heartened by the show of trust. He follows Jo's lead and they make the trek back home.

-

Between the two of them they get Seraphina cleaned up and dressed in dry clothing. She is quiet and cooperative, putting her arms in the sleeves and her feet in the socks, even allowing Erystos to braid her hair so it's out of her face.

When he's finished he lifts the edge of the comforter on Seraphina's bed. She crawls in and curls up on her side, her back to the demon.

Erystos lowers the blanket onto her, then pulls a second blanket from the end of the bed and layers it on top. When she doesn't stop shivering, he adds a third and tucks her in. That seems to help.

Seraphina closes her eyes and sniffles. "Maybe you're not really a demon," she murmurs.

Erystos chuckles. "Why do you say that?"

"Demons aren't gentle."

He doesn't argue. Considering her experience of the world so far, it isn't surprising that she feels that way.

"Get some rest," he tells her. "We'll wake you for dinner."

Seraphina's reply is muffled by the pile of blankets...but Erystos would swear it sounds like thank you.

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Erystos + “She felt as light as a feather”

(send me a prompt + an OC and i'll try to write 5-10 sentences)

Thank you! I hope it's ok I changed the wording a tiny bit!

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There is so little left of the angel when he finds her wasting away deep within the crumbling ruins. Her drawn skin and tattered clothes are so caked with dirt and blood that she blends into the stone; Erystos almost passes her by.

She feels light as a feather when he lifts Seraphina from the rubble limp, lifeless, spilling from his arms like a ragdoll. A broken chain dangles from a cuff still clasped tight around her ankle.

He hasn't seen her eyes or heard her voice in months, is desperate for them. But there isn't time to check if she's even breathing.

Erystos drapes her over one shoulder so his arms are free. Slowly he climbs back out into the light of day, thinking the whole way about the countless plants he's coaxed from the brink of death with patience and care.

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

command ask: Seraphina kiss Erystos

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

Author’s Notes: set shortly after these two get together. references some things i haven’t written yet but they’re still canon in my heart. :’)

Content tags: NOT whump, romance, angel x demon relationship, kissing of course.

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Seraphina thought she finally understood the rules of this world, but being in love seems to have no rules. Every day she thinks and feels things she never has before, leaving her at a loss for what to do.

Like now - standing on the back deck watching Erystos in the garden filling a basket with ripe tomatoes for dinner. It’s an overcast day and as he works it starts to lightly drizzle.

The soil beneath his bare feet quickly turns to mud. Undeterred, he continues his way up the row of plants, crouching and standing and pushing his wet hair from his face. His soaked tunic clings to his body.

Seraphina can’t take her eyes off of him.

Only when the basket is full does Erystos look up and see her standing there. He smiles just enough for his left fang to poke out over the scar on that side of his bottom lip. Suddenly she wants nothing more than to kiss him.

“You should come inside,” is what she says instead.

Erystos sets the basket aside and goes to stand in front of her. The deck is raised off the ground, putting the angel in the rare position of being a couple inches taller than her demon.

“You should come outside,” he counters.

“I am outside.”

“As you can see, it’s raining outside, and you’re still dry.”

Seraphina gives him a look but is smiling nonetheless. He’s too close not to touch, so she traces the curve of his horns. They look and feel healthy and Erystos no longer suffers daily headaches; perhaps they’re finally done regrowing.

She curls her fingers around the horns and gently pulls him closer until she can see every flicker of emotion in his eyes. Before she can lose her nerve, she dips down and kisses him.

Seraphina’s mind goes blank.

Erystos’ arms circle her waist and she sinks forward into him. He takes a step back, lifting her from the porch and out into the rain.

As they kiss he slowly lowers her to her feet. Even when they stop, Seraphina keeps her arms around his neck. Neither one makes any attempt to part.

Just like he taught her, Seraphina breathes deep and relaxes into all the wonderful, tactile sensations that come with being mortal in that moment. Cool rain against her warm skin, the squish of mud beneath her feet. Erystos’ large hands on her waist and his deep eyes fixed on her.

It’s almost too much. She shivers and shuts her eyes and Erystos is quick to wrap her in a snug embrace. His skin is even cooler than the rain but rather than recoil, she grips the back of his soaked shirt and presses closer.

Being in love has no rules and so she starts to make her own.

Rule #1: when in doubt, kiss him.

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

:') Ever Growing List of Things I Want to Write But Haven’t and Maybe If I Post About Them I'll Feel Better

Continuing Emmeline and Liv's story where it left off

Myla's recapture arc

Uhhh I had this idea of a lonely OC who kisses the cheek of a Very Old Statue and brings it back to life. Turns out it was an angel/demon/god/monster of some sort who was trapped there as punishment and their physical state right before it happened wasn’t good (they’d just lost a battle maybe) and so as soon as they return to life they’re weak and ill and injured and disoriented, very much need of care. Not to mention their mental state after that much time wouldn't be great.

A third part to that time I turned Shae into a candle

Blue in a lab

Emmeline being mauled by a wild animal while in an evening gown because idk, beautiful blood soaked lady in tattered silk?

TINY MER

Naga character?

follow-up to this Arinn piece

follow-up to this Erystos mind control piece

follow-up to this Shae washed ashore piece

A mermaid being tortured because her tears become pearls

More of my Octo-maid

Mermaid whump piece based on this art

Seraphina getting a brutal beatdown from a big stronk demon lady

Whump via sauna. Not sure which OC.

Arinn torture based on this (nsfw)

A whumpee restrained outside during dangerous weather (a bad thunderstorm, tornado, hurricane)

Seraphina shot down and banged up, based on this art

Arinn tied up in the rain based on this art

Some crossovers between OCs

There are definitely more I'm not remembering or couldn't find. Too many ideas, so little time/motivation. :') Btw if any of these inspire you for your own OCs go for it!

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

For your fruit ask game, 🍒 for everyone. And 🍓 for Arinn before he met Alex. I just wanted to see if he had any sentimental items.

Fruit Writing Ask Game

🍒 ~ Which of your ocs is the toughest? Which one is the weakest (in a physical sense)

Toughest = Erystos Weakest = Shae

🍓 ~ What item comforts your oc?

This is something I never thought of before but should! I bet there's something he takes with him everywhere. Maybe a necklace or a stone or something that gives him strength. But I don't actually have a concrete answer! I'll have to think on it!

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

🍒 ~ Which of your ocs is the toughest? Which one is the weakest (in a physical sense)

Fruit Writing Ask Game

🍒 ~ Which of your ocs is the toughest? Which one is the weakest (in a physical sense)

Toughest...probably Erystos? He's big and physically strong plus some demon powers.

Weakest Shae because he is smol :'D

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Do you favor any of your OCs over others? Like, do you have a tier list of your OCs? 👀 I'm a lil curious

Ooooo I've never thought about this! At least not intentionally!

There are definitely ones I write more, get more ideas for, or default to. And others who I forget I even have! Oops.

A ranked list might take me some time to ponder but I will say that Arinn and Alex have always had a special place in my heart. They tick so many boxes - both a human whumpee and a nonhuman one, they're good for physical, emotional, and N$FWhump but also fluff and romantic stuff. And something about them comes easily to me, more so than other characters. I have a good clear sense of them in my mind while others are vague.

Right now I'm on such a Matteo and Dante kick it'd be easy to stick them pretty high up too, but they're very new. I have to give that some time and see where they settle in. Setting them aside for now.

So if Arinn and Alex are at the top I'd say the sort of upper-middle would consist of Emmeline, Blue and Shae. Then down a step from them Erystos/Seraphina who I haven't written a ton of but have a whole world of them in my head. Then the next tier would be Myla, Daero, Rhyss. And then finally the ones who only have one or two stories or only exist in my head - Cloe, Helos, that Octomaid whose name I can't remember for the life of me.

What I'm realizing as I write this is that the OCs I'm more attached to are the ones who have more fleshed out characters and stories as well as other characters to interact with. The higher tier ones feel like they have stories already and I'm just uncovering them as I go. They feel natural. While others are much more just outlets for certain prompts or ideas. It also doesn't help that I have limited time/motivation and when I do feel like writing I have to go to whatever I'm being drawn to in that moment, and I just end up drawn to some more than others.

That said, I do love all my blorbos in their own ways. <3

Thank you, that gave me a lot to think about!!

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Fire: What’s a scene that you are dying to write?

Shadows: What’s the darkest theme you’ve ever written about?

Elemental Writer Asks

Shadows: What’s the darkest theme you’ve ever written about?

Hmm...hard to narrow it down, given the nature of this tumblr account :'D but probably the darkest are noncon and self harm/suicidal ideation.

Fire: What’s a scene that you are dying to write?

THERE ARE SO MANY I have so many stories in my head that I don't know will ever see the light :'D

One in particular is a scene in my Erystos and Seraphina story. It takes place when they're still a little wary about each other, but 'Phina gets captured and Erystos saves her but badly damages his horn in the process. When Seraphina wakes up she finds him beside her in bad pain, hunched over holding his head. She lowers his head into her lap and uses a bit of her whatever you want to call it, grace, angel powers, whatever, to ease the pain.

Thank you!

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Tag lists!!

I have completely lost track of my tag lists for OCs...plus a lot of people on them are no longer active. So I’m starting from scratch and will attempt to do better this time. :’)

If you would like to be added to any of the following tag lists please let me know by sending an ask, replying to this post, or direct message:

-ALL writing including NSFW 

-SFW only

-Arinn & Alex

-Emmeline (& Liv)

-Shae

-Blue

-Myla

-Seraphina & Erystos

-Daero

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

🤔🔫 for the oc olympic ask game <3

OC olympics ask game

🤔 Which of your ocs is the smartest?

Knowledge-wise Emmeline because she's had so much time to read, travel, learn, experience things ETC. She'd kill at trivia. She's also very intuitive and good at reading people, and very creative.

Erystos and Seraphina both have a deep ancient wisdom that comes from their long lifespans as demon/angel respectively but it's less knowledge and skills and more....vibes.

🔫 Which of your ocs has killed the most?

I had to think about this one...I ended up dividing my ocs into categories:

Has straight-up killed: Erystos - a long time ago during wars vs angels or other demons. This puts his kill count highest by default.

Has killed for survival/self defense: Myla, Blue, Seraphina, Jo, also Erystos here too. And I hate to say it but probably Emmeline at least once, maybe by accident while trying to escape.

Hasn't killed but would if necessary: ALEX, Arinn, Liv, maaaaybe Daero

Wouldn't kill and probably couldn't if they tried: Shae, Cloe, Rhyss

Thank you!!

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Got a few fun prompts to turn over in my brain~~ I'm still open to more, particularly for Seraphina, Erystos, Myla or Emmeline. :)

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

Continuation of this

Content Warnings: demon whump, torture, broken bones, crushed limb

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A heavy bag hits the ground with a thud, produce spilling out of it in front of Seraphina’s bare feet.

“ERYSTOS!”

The demon is slumped forward in a chair, one arm trapped in a device sitting on the table, and he isn’t moving. She rushes to his side and crouches before him.

“No, no...” she lifts his head. It’s limp and heavy in her hands, eyes shut, mouth slack. She pats his cheek gently, then a little harder. “Wake up!” 

She remembers a trick he taught her - two fingers pressed to a spot on the neck will tell you if someone is living or not. Seraphina feels around frantically. Where was it - here? - no...

It startles her to feel a rumble beneath her fingers and a low groan from the demon. She quickly moves to sit on one of his legs and cradles his head to her chest, breathing a sigh of relief. Out of habit she whispers a thank you up to the sky, though she knows no one is listening.

Slowly, Erystos comes to and as he does his pained groans grow louder. He nestles his face into her soft, warm skin, seeking solace there. Seraphina quietly shushes him and strokes her thumb up and down the back of his neck.

“It - “ he tries to speak. His voice is hoarse. “It - “

“I know. It hurts,” she finishes for him, or so she thinks.

The angel takes a breath and finally dares a look at his arm. Trapped and broken, the sight of it makes her flinch with sympathy. She touches his hand and finds his fingers cold and numb.

“Hold on...”

“It - agh!”

Seraphina flinches again at the sound but she’s determined to free his arm and get him to a bed. Her healing can’t fix this entirely, but she could ease the pain, bring him water, let him rest...

As soon as he’s able Erystos wiggles his arm free with a groan. It falls limply onto the table and Seraphina has to gently guide it over to take a closer look.

“Oh...”

His arm twinges in her hands, so bruised it’s hard to look at. She lightly caresses the damaged skin. Her fingertips glow white.

The effects are immediate. Tension eases from Erystos’ body as the pain melts away, at least for the moment.

He looks up at the angel, blinking slowly.

Then fear flashes in his eyes.

“It’s a trap.”

[thoughtsonhurtandcomfort]

😈🗜 for Erystos ?

Nonhuman Whump Emoji Prompts (Dark/NSFW)

👿 - demon 🗜 - torture

Author's Notes: this takes place later in their relationship (either good friends or together at this point) so that I could have them be protective~

Content Warnings: demon whump, interrogation, torture, crushing, broken bones

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"She isn't here," Erystos growls.

It's true. Seraphina isn't at the house. Of course, he knows that isn't enough for the angel hunters. But he will die here in this dining room chair, held in place by binding spells, before he tells them where she is.

"We can see that," the leader bites back. "Tell us where she is and you'll never see us again."

Or her, Erystos thinks. "I don't know where she is," he lies.

Already impatient, the hunter opens his long jacket to reveal a variety of tools and weapons. Erystos can't help but feel a flutter of fear. He has endured a lot over the years but pain is still pain.

None of the tools seem to satisfy him, so he opens a backpack one of the others is wearing and rummages through until he finds something that puts an ominous grin on his face.

"Someone put his arm on the table."

One hunter holds a loaded crossbow to Erystos' head, letting the iron tip of the arrow to press against his temple just enough to sizzle, making the demon flinch. Another hunter moves the demon's left arm to stretch out on the table beside him.

The lead hunter walks over with an old metal vise and drops it heavily onto the table beside the demon's hand.

"Usually...I use this on wings," he says, spinning the handle to open it. "The bones are so brittle. You should hear them crunch.

Erystos' chest tightens at the thought of Seraphina's small new wings being mangled by that thing. He clenches his jaw and levels an unyielding gaze at the hunter. Go on. Do it.

The hunter slips Erystos' hand into the vice and pauses, toying with the handle. "Too easy," he mumbles to himself. He moves it further up the demon's arm and finally stops high up on his forearm, just below the elbow. He tightens it just enough for the cool metal to touch his skin.

To his credit, he doesn’t flinch. But a light tremor runs through him all the same, and he’s sure the hunter can tell.

“Every second you don’t tell me where the angel is, I’m going to turn this handle. When you black out, I won’t stop. I’ll just wait and move to another spot. Again and again, until you speak up, die, or there are just no bones left.”

Erystos responds with a low grumble in his throat.

True to his word, the man begins to twist the vise shut little by little.

The demon flinches this time, surprised by the strength of it. Within a few seconds the pressure is already beginning to hurt, but only on the surface...until it isn’t.

Soon agony bursts through him with every tear of muscle. He grunts and for the first time tries to pull away, but can’t budge an inch. Tighter, tighter, and he grits his teeth and starts to growl and groan. The binds around him flicker but remain in place; some hunters gasp.

The pain is beyond unbearable yet somehow it continues, tighter and tighter and tighter.

Erystos’ breath quickens. His stomach turns. Sparks dance before his eyes.

Then it stops.

It stops just enough for Erystos to come to and draw in several ragged breaths. He regains his senses and finds it within himself to cope with the pain.

It can’t go any further, he reassures himself. It won’t be worse than this.

But it can, and it does. The moment he’s caught his breath the hunter begins to turn the handle, putting all of his considerable strength into it, and the metal jaws close ever tighter.

“NNGH!”

A soft crackling sound, then a louder one drowned out by the demon’s roar as a bone snaps. Dizzying pain washes over him. Pulls him under.

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(To Be Continued...?)