#midnight mass whump

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Intro Post! Hello!

Hi! You can call me Coyote or Michael, whichever one you want. I’m NOT the transphobic person who had this url before, they deactivated and I snatched it up. 😈 I’m a 26 year old gay trans guy and I like it when hot people get hurt. I’ve been writing whump for like two years now but this is my first time actually buckling in and making a whump blog!

This is mostly going to be a general whump blog but I’m gonna have a pretty heavy focus on gay and trans characters.

My other blogs:

@arcanesciences My main blog. Random shit mostly. Likes and Follows will be from that url!

@brinkofdiscovery My writing blog! I post all my writing there, whump or not. The way it’ll probably work here is I’ll post there initially and reblog whump here.

@adnrew & @monotropaunifloras Fun little side projects! IC sideblogs for two of my ocs. They don’t update much, though! Never got them off the ground. But You’ll see Nortak and Andrew around.

Here you can expect a variety of whumpy stuff. Lots of pictures which don’t normally go on my writing blog (its not the right CATEGORY), some show gifs here and there, some other people’s writing. And lastly blood. Lots and lots of blood. (I will tag it.)

(I also really like religious horror, ironically enough. Part of me is a little worried people will think I’m the other guy if I post it here too soon though 😂)

[tousled-birdmad-girl]

binge-watched the entirety of Midnight Mass in one day

any tips on how to heal the colossal wound in my soul?

[just-a-silly-little-whumper]

Dusk

Masterpost | Read on Ao3

A scene like this has been in my head FOREVER before I decided to go an alternative route with the story. Consider this a road not taken c:

For Whumptober Day 24: "I never knew daylight could be so violent" (No Light No Light, Florence and the Machine)

Contains: Intimate whump, gilded cage, manipulation, anxiety

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The the dim light of dusk was so bright and wonderful that it hurt.

If he could have, he would have just stood there next to the carriage to look up at the sky. It was quite possibly the most breathtaking thing he had ever seen, wine-dark and bleeding colors across the horizon. The tableau was broken up by clouds, wispy and light and meandering in time with the gentle, brisk breeze that ruffled Elze’ith’s hair.

Tears rolled down his face. He didn’t care. This was all he had wanted for so many months, and it was just as wonderful as he could have imagined.

But as much as he wanted to stay and count every star as they formed the midnight tapestry, it was not to be. A gentle but firm arm wrapped around him and pulled him back down to the earth. Silently, Lord Denholm wiped the tears from his face, his hands somehow feeling less cold in the chilly almost-spring air. Only once Elze’ith had collected himself did Lord Denholm begin to take him down to the village, alight with lanterns and chatter and joy.

And the village, too, was utterly gorgeous. So many colors and patterns and people, all vibrant and full of life. The smell of food was in the air, making Elze’ith’s mouth water; as wonderful as Wallace’s cooking was, this was new and unique and so tantalizing. He wanted to explore every stall, sample every offering of this lovely festival to herald the coming spring.

Heads turned as they approached. Joyous laughter turned to carefully hushed whispers. The gently shifting crowd of people instantly parted for them, but it was clear that it was out of wariness rather than welcome.

Something thick and heavy coiled in Elze’ith’s throat, threatening to steal away each breath of this precious, crisp air. So many people, and they were looking at him, talking about him. Much of the attention was on Lord Denholm, yes, but he didn’t miss the eyes that lingered on him, the muffled whispers that were clearly about him. For so long, he had been ignored, invisible, and now—

The arm around his waist pulled him closer. “It’s okay, my light,” Lord Denholm whispered in his ear. “I’ve got you. The opinions of the masses don’t matter. Just relax, and let’s enjoy the festival, yes?”

Elze’ith nodded, trying to relax. Lord Denholm was right. Of course Lord Denholm was right. There were more important things than furtive glances and stray whispers. But even still, he couldn’t shake the weight of the attention on him, heavy and cloying after so long of having been unburdened by it. He couldn’t quite manage to stop shaking as Lord Denholm guided him into the festival’s overwhelming array of colors and aromas.

The crowds parted for them like flesh under a knife. It was strange, to move so easily through such a crowded space. Strange, disconcerting, wrong. Uncertainty and trepidation followed them everywhere they went. Lord Denholm made small talk with terrified stall owners (what wonderful crafts they sold) and offered Elze’ith warm food to try (what an incredible blend of flavors) and talked about the subtle changes in the lanterns’ designs (what fascinating customs, information he filed away), but Elze’ith couldn’t manage to enjoy himself. Not with the tension in the air. Not with his own unease threatening to choke him.

He wanted to enjoy the festival. He really did. Every part of him had ached for this for so long, a shred of normalcy and novelty and freedom. He had no idea when it would come again; he needed to savor it while it lasted. So why couldn’t he appreciate this brief trip outside? Why was dread filling the empty spaces in his heart instead of joy?

Was it because-

“Elze’ith?”

The voice sent a shock of cold through him, stopping him dead in his tracks. He knew it better than his own, etched irrevocably into his memory, and yet had never expected to hear it again. Especially not here, not now. His heart leapt with joy even as his body tensed. He wasn’t ready.

He turned anyway. Across the town square, tantalizing close, Altair was looking at him like he had seen a ghost.

“Elze’tih? What are you—“

He looked… he looked amazing. Even through the uncertainty and fear and hope on his face, he looked good, far better than the weak and unsteady man Elze’ith had left behind. There was color on his face, definition to his body, new clothes that were obviously made with care. The sight made Elze’ith’s heart ache with joy and grief all at once. Altair was okay. He was doing okay. Elze’ith leaving him hadn’t been for nothing.

So where had he been?

“Ah, it is good to see you, young Buchannan.” Lord Denholm’s voice made Elze’ith jump. In response Lord Denholm only tightened his grip. “You are doing well, I take it?”

Anger flashed through Altair’s expression, only for a moment, but it still twisted something inside of Elze’ith. “Let go of him,” he snarled, taking a step closer. Then he turned to Elze’ith, and his tone softened. “Elze’ith, I—hi.It’s good to see you. I— are you okay?”

Was he? He didn’t know. Nothing about this trip had been what he had hoped it would be. Even now, staring at Altair for the first time in months, he didn’t know how to feel.

That didn’t lessen the pain of opening his mouth only to produce silence. Everything he could have said, all the lies and truths he could have laid bare, and his only option was to keep it all inside.

“Easy, Buchannan.” The warning in Lord Denholm’s tone did nothing to ease the apprehension Elze’ith felt. “You know the consequences of threatening the Lord of the Valley and his beloved. Neither of us want that. We only want to enjoy the festival.”

“Maybe you don’t want that, but I—“ and Altair looked at Elze’ith, and that same horrible mix of emotions fell across his face again. He held out a hand beseechingly. “Elze’ith, just— can we talk? I’ve missed you, and I— I want to help. Just— come here?”

His heart roared in his ears. That proffered hand called to him, repelled him, taunted him. Because how could he possibly take it? How could he possibly let himself think that Altair could help? After all this time? After all he had been through alone?

“You’re distressing my light, Altair,” Lord Denholm said smoothly. “And I cannot allow that to continue. But perhaps we can continue this conversation another time. You are welcome to come visit, so long as you can behave yourself.”

Altair gave Elze’ith one last, desperate look. His hand remained outstretched. And he could take it. He could summon the daylight to shake Lord Denholm’s hold on him enough to rush into Altair’s arms. He only needed a moment. He only needed a chance, and that was what Altair was giving him.

But… would that give him what he wanted?

As Lord Denholm turned him away, the faintest spark of light caught his eye. That same incomprehensible urge rose in him again, only to fade just as quickly. It would be so easy to go with Altair, and it would be the hardest thing of all.

“Wait!”

Dusk turned to night, and without a word Elze’ith left Altair behind.

[ihni]

A Man Undercover (But You Tore Me Apart) by @starkstruck27

I'm so weaaaaak for Billy being kicked out and wandering around, especially when he is picked up like the little hissing street cat he is. XD Okay he's not hissing in this one, but Billy is not a TAME boy.

Here, he is kicked out on CHRISTMAS EVE (my heartstrings ... they are tugged!), and he finds shelter in Church during midnight mass. And WHO IS THERE but two people who we know would help him. Yes, this is Harringroveson and no, it's not explicit or anything. Think two good samaritans, it's all very innocent. And oh so good.

(For me, who can take or leave shipping honestly, it's perfectly enough)

It's the perfect mix of whump and hurt/comfort, and Billy's just the right amount of suspicious and also not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth. It's a great fic, a great read, and I would very much like to recommend it. <3

[royalwhumpness]

My Gifs and Writings Masterpost

[Some links may be broken, if so DM me so I can fix it.]

All of these contain GIFs made by me. (My content is mostly Whump related)

MOVIES HANNIBAL PRODIGAL SON MIDNIGHT MASS THE PUNISHER STRANGER THINGS HOUSE OF THE DRAGON OTHER

Written Works

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

Tagged by @echo-bleu, thank you so much. Haven't done this one before.

Rules: tell us the real title of your work, then the alternative title. With no context. Then tag some friends to play along!

Loki Series

Are you jealous? - Misery loves company

Preparing for a new arrival - Knitting and lying badly

Spank you very much - Brat wants spanks

Closeness - Stuck in a closet

Putting up the decorations - Christmas tree Loki

Sorry, not sorry - tumblr lolz porn

Going down in the elevator - oral sex pun

Green brings out your eyes - Mobius can't stop staring

The words that scar the heart - brothers, eh?

Riding herd on - the cow bikini fic

Beneath the Stars - my first Lokius fic

Eating out of my hand - handfeeding porn

Drawn to the light - twinkle baby

From past experiences - pregnant Loki has trauma

Playing with fire (safely) - wax play baby

Caged - Dark world prison

One's a wish, two's a kiss - Lokius kiss!

His love stings - angst metaphor

When blue meets green - chaotic sex

Best laid plans  - mistletoe mishap

Baby's First Yuletide - meet the family

That ass - Loki's one track mind

All I see is you - Mobius staring again

The Valentine's Dance - school disco AU

A romantic surprise - dinner in the archives

Imperfectly perfect - hair disaster

The Witcher

Bring your hunger - jealousy awakens desire

Petals In A Storm - complicated love shape

What he deserves - Geralt guilt whump

Revelations - bitter Jaskier

Dancing around his feelings - sex worker Jaskier

Midnight Mass

Praying for Salvation - sub Riley and bad Dom Priest

My claim on you - Reverse AU

Justify my love - Younger Riley

The new chaperone - Teachers AU

Stranger Things

In his space - How is this not porn?*

*I can't claim credit for this alt title, that belongs to Lawrence_B_Shaggoth over on Ao3.

Tagging @bluesundaycake @enbydandelion @dapandapod @luniak @mimisempai @officerjennie @themanta

[ao3feed-midnightmass]

A Place To Hide

by TheMultitudesOfMe (theonlyoneshetrulyloved) Dolly and Sturge protect Beverly. Words: 119, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 24 of August Of Whump 2024 Fandoms: Midnight Mass (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Multi Characters: Sturge (Midnight Mass), Dolly Scarborough, Beverly Keane Relationships: Dolly Scarborough/Beverly Keane/Sturge Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence August 21, 2024 at 09:02PM Read it on Ao3 » https://archiveofourown.org/works/58362361 ✞ Don’t forget to leave kudos and comments to let the author know you enjoyed their work ✞

[aziraphalesbookkeeper]

the scariest part of this halloween is none of my whumptober or kinktober wips are done

[whumpypepsigal]

Whumptober 2021 | No. 30: DIGGING YOUR GRAVE

major character death | left for dead | ghosts

Midnight Mass s01e05: Riley reveals to Erin what happened to him: he was attacked by a vampire and turned. He tells her he brought her out onto the water so “I’d have no place to go.” He declares his love for Erin. As the sun rises, Riley has a vision of the woman he killed in the accident, smiling and taking his hand in hers. Riley combusts and quickly burns away to ashes as Erin screams in horror.

“I want you to take this boat and row to the mainland and leave this place and never look back. But I knew you wouldn’t do that. I knew you wouldn’t believe any of this unless you saw. I want you… to run. But I believe you’re gonna row back there and do everything you can to try and save them. I’m just so sorry you have to see this.”

[whumpty-dumpty]

Midnight Mass

(2021 Mini-Series)

Riley Flinn (Zach Gilford)

Sheriff Hassan (Rahul Kohli)

1x01 Riley: in shock, hallucinations

1x03 Riley: crying, grief

1x04 Riley: attacked, bitten, bleeding, struggle

1x05 Riley: waking up, bleeding, stomach pain, writhing in pain, backing away, crying, self sacrifice, burning, death

1x06 Hassan: manhandled, held down, angst

1x07 Hassan: shot in the leg, limping, helped walking, collapse, presumed dead

[miami2k17]

hey besties is there a midnight mass discord server i am so lonely

[injured-medical-etc]

I made this dumb video last night while watching Midnight Mass on Netflix.

[enekorre]

So i started watching midnight mass just bc of all the lovely gifs on here

and man. I saw the posts about people with religious trauma being affected by it but i thought bc i am not a Christian nor was i raised a Christian i would be fine. Turns out simply growing up in a small somewhat Christian community is enough for the first episode to make you feel ill and unsettled. Had to pause it at one point and think about something else for a bit. It mainly reminds me of the bunch of jehovas witnesses we had in school tho.

Also somewhat funny; i got a b in religion and that bit of school was like 70% about Christianity (with 20% about Judaism and 9% being shared between Islam and Hinduism, the 1% being "everything else"). I did protest this but got nowhere. Anyway despite all that i had no idea what all the stuff they were talking about in that church where about. At first i thought they were gonna offer something (as in food/drink/a life). Some stuff got cleared up but now I feel like i know more about whatever kind of Christianity that was than i ever wanted to know. Most of my knowledge of Christian mythology comes from supernatural ffs.

Anyway so far it's kinda creepy and reminds me of growing up next to a not-as-religious-but-still-very-christian community.

[jordanstrophe]

Shreds of Freedom, 6

[Masterlist] -  CW: Creepy forceful caretaker, Medical whump, blood and bruises, biting referenced, f l u f f

Theo fumbled with the tiny bandage, trying desperately to untangle it from the mass. Well, it was a normal sized bandage, but it came as quite a formidable foe with the size of his fingers. He glanced at the boy sitting in front of the mirror, his wet hair clung to his face and covered his eyes as he kept his head down. He looked so defeated...

“You must be starving.” Theo huffed, finally wrangling a strip out. He sat behind him and began to wind the cloth around his bruised ribcage. Alex winced as his hand instinctively curled around the bandage as Theo froze. “You okay?” He asked, biting his lip in concern. He didn’t continue until he saw a short shuddered breath and a subtle nod. 

Theo glanced at his reflection in the mirror. Through the threads of his overgrown hair, he could see Alex’s eyes glued to his feet with a wounded expression.

“My goodness, can you even see?” Theo chuckled, brushing the hair from his eyes and tried to make light of the situation. “Barely....” Alex rasped, fiddling with his fingers in his lap. Theo finished tying the bandage, before resting his hand on his head. “Whumper never cut it, mm?”

Alex flinched his head out from under his hand and glared at him through the mirror, “I don’t want it cut-... I like it like this.” He muttered, grabbing a clump and holding it in front of his face like a curtain. It never protected him, but sometimes it felt like it could.

“-Then I'm sure you'll have fun running into walls more and I do.” Theo chuckled, dusting crumbs from a blanket and gently draping it over the boy’s shoulders. “Why don’t we keep it pinned for dinner? I know we’re both exhausted, but I would rather you eat something before bed so I don’t wake up with only one of us breathing.” Theo teased, digging around behind him.

“Didn’t take you for a wall runner, nor someone who keeps hair pins around.” Alex murmured with a smirk. It quickly faded when Theo pointed at the dent above almost every doorway.

“Oh...”

Theo smiled as he continued digging through trash covering the entire floor. “Well, while some call them hairpins, I like to call them ‘convenient lockpicks’.” Theo menacingly chuckled, before knocking over a towering stack of newspapers. “Oh, there's one!” He chirped, struggling to get it off the floor with his fingers, eventually he just pressed his whole finger against it until it stuck.

“Now-” Theo nudged, gently taking Alex’s chin and tilted his head up. The second his face met the mirror he immediately averted his reflection. His eyes were wide and nervous as he stared at his hands now tightly clenched in his lap. Theo sighed, before gently collecting his hair and sticking a pin in the side of his bangs.

“- And let there be sight.”

Alex shuddered and hesitantly glanced up. His skin was colored with swirls of bruises and his face looked exhausted. ... traumatized. 

But his hair did look rather nice now. 

“Thank you...” He whispered, squeezing his eyes shut and lowered his head once again out of habit. "Hey, you look great, kiddo."  Theo tenderly brushed the rest of his hair back.

“Well! I don’t know about you, but I feel a midnight snack is in order.” He stood to his full height as his head lingered inches from the ceiling. He caught a glimpse of Alex cringing in the mirror as he scurried to stand so he wasn’t in his shadow, but he froze when a hand shot out and gripped his shoulder.

“Young man, two steps out of you and you’ll bleed what’s left in you! I'm surprised you can stand at all...” Theo scolded, pushing him back until he slumped in the chair. “Hey! I’ll be fine! That is, if you trust your bandaging skills.” Alex pouted.  

“Oh, I highly doubt them. In fact, I bet they'll only hold up till the next hour. I'm not even bothering to try and bandage this.” He held up his wrist with a perfect pair of teeth marks broken into his skin. “thanks for that by the way...“ he quietly grumbled.  

"That's what you get for manhandling me." Alex scoffed and crossed his arms. "Alright! Alright, that's enough. Let's get some dinner going, and then it's off to bed with you, young man. You've been through too much trauma." He scooped Alex off the chair as he instantly stiffened and clenched his fists to his chest.

He looked so tiny in his arms... so fragile and delicate. He wanted to keep him here, he wanted to keep him safe. But after what happened with Whumper, bringing him here was likely a mistake. But... let's not worry about that. 

Right now, he just needs to heal. The questions can come later.

Like why on earth he was locked up there with Whumper. Or who the hell was he?...

((I wasn’t going to post this until next week but I have art and I want to post it sooo badly. It has been sitting here for a WEEK)) ~ @wolfeyedwitch @melancholy-in-the-morning  @octopus-reactivated @someoneonearth2007

[royalwhumpness]

Midnight Mass E04 “Book IV: Lamentations”

Father Paul (Hamish Linklater) Bev Keane (Samantha Sloyan)

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