#more Brian whump

[purplecatghostposts]

I keep a list of every Fic/AU idea I have for different fandoms in my notes app and there’s a lot in the Marble Hornets one (95 if you want to be specific, though some are discarded) and sometimes I read through them to determine which ones I want to make, right? And there’s a solid string of fic concepts where I basically kept going, “Yeah what if I fucked up Alex Kralie Specifically?” Because I was in the mood for Alex Whump for like, a hot minute and it shows.

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09/02-03/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Samba Schutte; Con O'Neill; Kristian Nairn; Nathan Foad; Leslie Jones; Lindsey Cantrell; Connor Barrett; Dominic Burgess; Sept 2: OFMD Marmalade Day; Trends; Articles; TellTaleTV Final Round; WWDITS 10th Anniversary Blurays; FanSpotlight: FanWeeks: OFMD Sequel Week; Stede Whump Week; Never Left Podcast; Love Notes;

== David Jenkins ==

David's out at the US Open with Kinga!

Source: David Jenkins' Instagram Stories

== Rhys Darby ==

Rhys is EVERYWHERE this week, jeez. He really is causing a stir on every single platform, let me tell you. Below he's having a bit of a drink with some friends, out and about with Rosie!

Source: Facebook

Next up-- there's a new Indy Dramedy that just wrapped called "Song Of The Bigfoot" and Deadline has some new info on it!

Source: Rhys' Instagram Stories

Rhys is also looking to help raise some funds for the Kitten Rescue we all remember well from earlier this year! You can bid on this signed OFMD picture of the cast! To bid, visit here.

Source: Rhys' Twitter

Rhys also shared an older video of him discussing wanting to be Earths Ambassador!

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Source: Rhys Darby's Instagram

Annnnnd more shots are becoming available from the 100th episode of the Cryptid Factor, Live in London!

Source: The Cryptid Factor Instagram

And finally, Last But CERTAINLY not least, there's a new The Cryptid Factor special episode for the $10 / Tier on Patreon!

Source: The Cryptid Factor Patreon

== Taika Waititi ==

Some more shots of Taika while he was out and about! Also a recipe for the Pispili that he and Andy Hearnden shared on instagram a while back!

Source: Instagram

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and lastly a quick little tiktok of the Forever Young Rita & Taika!

Source: Rita Ora's Tiktok

== Samba Schutte ==

Samba's out at Nickelodeon studios doing some voice over work!

Source: Samba's Instagram

== Kristian Nairn / WJW ==

Surprise #WeeJohnWednesday! 9pm BST (4pm EST, 1pm PST) tomorrow-- Sept 4!

Source: Kristian's Twitter

A huge thank you to @adoptourcrew for getting us the Kristian Nairn OFMD blurb from the latest Popverse Article (it is behind a sign up, but here's the article!)

Source: Adopt Our Crew Twitter

== Con O'Neill ==

Con taking a nap with Cooper now that he's back from Mexico <3 (and David Fane was a sweetheart and popped his head in as well).

Source: Con's Instagram

== Nathan Foad ==

Nathan back at the bedroom selfies again!

Source: Nathan's Instagram Stories

== Linds Cantrell ==

Linds Cantrell did an Ask Me Anything on Instagram today while she was waiting for a plane! She answered several questions, including something regarding OFMD BTS which may be completely out, but she'll be going to LA Comic Con in October! I'm planning on making a post with all her answers when I get a moment, but here's a few!

Source: Lindsey Cantrell's Instagram Stories

== Leslie Jones ==

Leslie is out here rocking a workout, and looking bad ass <3

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Source: Leslie Jones Instagram

== Dominic Burgess ==

Our dear Jeffrey Fettering, Dominic, blessed us today with some kitties as well as a shot.. of well him getting a shot!

Source: Dominic's Twitter

== September 2, Marmalade Day ==

Several of our crew members continued the September festivities with Marmalade Day on Sept 2!

Source: HSavernake's Twitter

Source: Astroglide Twitter

== Articles ==

Thank you @adoptourcrew for sharing another article talking about OFMD!

Source: Adopt Our Crew's Twitter

== More Trends ==

Heyyy guess who was trending on Sept 2 on TUMBLR! (I believe it was because of the Sept 1 Dickfuck/Lighthouse day, but could be have been more! let me know if you know something else happened! Thank you to the badass @poison-into-positivity for catching it <3

Source: @poison-into-positivity's Tumblr

== Tell Tale TV Voting Reminders ==

Reminder! Stede and Ed are in the final round of Ship of the Year! Please visit TellTale TV! Thank you @ofmd-ann for the reminder dear!

Source: Ofmd-Ann's Tumblr

== What We Do In The Shadows Bluray ==

Okay so WWDITS is not OFMD but it has Rhys and Taika so gonna send a boost out of this! Thank you to the absolutely spectacular @ jimjim531969 over on twitter for always bringing the latest cool news regarding the cast. You truly are a gem <3

Also per Jim:

Links to pre-order the WWDITS 10th anniversary blu-ray:

Australia & NZ (16 October, 2024)

USA & Canada (November 1st, 2024): Amazon or Barnes & Noble

UK (01/11/2024)

Source: @ jimjim531969 on Twitter

== Fan Spotlight ==

= Upcoming Fan Weeks =

* OFMD Sequel Week *

There's a new Fan-Week been announced for Nov 17 - 23, OFMD Sequel Week! Check them out on Twitter and give them a follow to keep up with the latest news!

Source: OFMDSequelWeek Twitter

* Stede Whump Week *

Stede Whump Week will be happening 28 Oct - 3rd Nov, and the bingo cards for that week are now available on Twitter!

Source: Stede Whump Week Twitter

= Never Left Podcast =

There's a new episode of Never Left out, and it's Part 2 of the discussion on Birds! Wanna check it out? Visit their linktr.ee!

Source: Never Left Podcast Instagram

== Love Notes ==

Hey lovelies. Hoping your week is progressing in an upward direction. I hopefully get to finally talk to my dad tomorrow after over a week of everything going on, so I'll be in and out of things again. I know everyone is dealing with their own level of craziness right now, and I want to remind you that you're doing great no matter what you're dealing with. It could be little, it could be huge, it could be life-changing, or could be making you regress further back than you'd like-- whatever it is, you are getting through the best way you can, and you never have to feel bad about that.

I know it can feel like there's never an end to the chaos-- but remember that there are pockets of joy and love there in this life too, and however you need to cope with your daily struggles, don't feel bad in taking solace in that. Enjoy the little things, no matter how small. Rest up lovelies, breathe in, breathe out, drink some water, and keep going. Below is a very appropriate love note (for me personally but for so many others as well), courtesy of the amazing The Latest Kate. Not everything is clear right now, but it'll get there, just stay with us, and don't give up. Sending you so much love, crew <3

Source: The Latest Kate's Tumblr

[bambi-kinos]

loved ur recent post on paul whump !! besides the linked one(which I've never read so thanks!) do you have👀👀 any recommendations👀👀👀👀

tl;dr - it's slim pickins out there.

First let's bring back an old differentiation: there's physical whump and then emotional whump, and that was an important distinction back in the day. I have looked for both and while there are some good emotional whump pieces, there is no readable physical whump besides the su!c!d3 fic. Physical whump is more of an action movie thing and in general Beatles fandom is not terribly interested in action and adventure so they don't write it. And the thing is, that's fine, that's a valid choice that anyone can make and we should write about the things we enjoy and not what we think others expect. But it also means that Paul whump fics basically don't exist in modern fandom as we know it. There are probably some on LJ or in the Google Docs McLennon archive since Stargate and Smallville were so big on LJ at the time and there was more x-fandom pollination but I don't want to Snipe hunt right now.

(For the record, I do have something in the works to fix this hole but it won't come out until next year if we're lucky.)

Emotional whump is more plentiful and there's well written stuff out there for sure. Most of the emotional whump I've enjoyed is centered around John's suffering and while Paul's misery is apparent it's not the focus of those pieces. So this took some digging into my bookmarks and memory. What I like in a good Paul whump fic is how his own arrogance and narcissist tendencies come back to bite him OR he's having to put up with John's shit when John is being horrible.

In that spirit, here are my recommendations for decent emotional whump focused on Paul:

Barcelona - Selena. I enjoy this one because Selena let's Paul be a whole person here. It's not just John and Brian bothering him, it's the fact that he's trapped with someone who reminds him of what he's lacking and how this hurts him, both now and in the past. Parallels to the Barcelona situation are subtle and well drawn so you get all of the agony without being hit over the head with it. John is opaque to Paul who doesn't understand why he's acting like this which is a nice change from what we often see in fanfic where John just blurts out what he's feeling. Here we see how much Paul suffers when John is trying too hard to be clever.

A Hole in the World - RosalindBeatrice. Linda bears witness to the aftermath of John's murder in Paul. Easily the absolute best fanfiction on this list.

Birthday - Selene. Love this one because Selene writes Paul as an actual character instead of the heteronormative girly thing he often gets slapped with. Paul is once again bitter, angry and unhappy because the boy he fell in love with has already disappeared. He is forced to be the adult in a room full of manchildren and he hates it...but he also sucks it up and does it anyway. Because he is Paul McCartney and being the foundation of The Beatles and cleaning up John's messes is exactly what he signed up for and he will do it because no one else can. I think of this one all the time. It lives rent free in my head.

Red Sky - thinkpink20. What I appreciate about thinkpink20 is that she is brave enough to let John be absolutely awful but she also humanizes him so you can see his inner pain and confusion driving that horribleness. This is a nice one where John is no where near to figuring himself out but Paul is, and then when Stuart's living shadow gets into the mix, no one is happy.

From Barcelona To Santa Cruz - thinkpink20. Another post-Spain fic but this time John articulates his defense well which of course humiliates and angers Paul even further because John proves he is human and capable of empathy, which Paul didn't want to write into the equation.

the crane wife - mynamesbetty. Betty was showing me the first drafts of this one and all I could say was: "Paul is a horrible person. He's a fucking homewrecker. He deserves this." That's what I like best about this story. Paul is a selfish asshole and he hurts everyone and himself by being self centered, petulant, and cowardly. Every single awful thing that happens to him is strictly the result of his own actions. He manages to make himself the Coyote in a Looney Tunes cartoon including the bit where he runs straight off the cliff, doesn't realize it, and then looks down just as he starts falling before he shoots the viewer a look asking for help. And then the ACME anvil falls on him.

So those are my recommendations on Paul whump. It ended up being a longer list than I expected so that's something. Hope you enjoy the recommendations and please check out the other fanfics by these authors, they're all great.

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Evan/Brian

It's been a couple of years.... Hi lol

This is just a filler, not really any whump.

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Evan scrubbed at his greying beard with a sigh, letting his the long cold mug of chamomile thunk onto the coffee table. 

It hadn’t even been 24 hours yet, had it?? 

A rattling cough drew his attention and he tensed, ready to spring to his feet but Nico didn’t stir further. He listened to the stuttering wheezing and chewed at his chapped lips, debating his next moves. The young man hadn’t moved since Evan had woken up from his brief nap, and he told himself not to think too much into it. If Nico had been in a hospital he’d have been intubated and sedated so he could rest and recover, it wasn’t any wonder that he was practically comatose now. Selene spooning some broth into his mouth last night had been the last time the kid had even twitched.  In fact none of his hodgepodge family had yet to stir this morning, Brian and Kristy were still curled together on a mismatch of blankets on the floor and Selene was still in the cabins kitchen doing who knows what. 

Clint was twitching in his sleep now, stretched out on the couch beside Nico. Lines of exhaustion were etched into the werewolf’s face and Evan watched as his fingers clenched at Nicos forearm before his body relaxed again. The bond would be sapping his strength, trying to feed energy into Nico. Not for the first, nor last time, Evan was grateful that Clint and Nico had been Mates. 

Didn’t want to think of the outcome otherwise. 

His own internal alarm clock was the only reason he was awake, too used to getting up before the sun rose to get to the clinic. Wearily he fumbled with his clipboard and pulled his glasses on to peer at the scrawled numbers, it was- he rolled his wrist, pulling the appendage away slightly so he could focus his aging eyes on his watch-fucking 6:30 in the morning- Jesus it’d only been 2 hours since Selene had sent him off to sleep- had they all really stumbled into his office yesterday at 9am? How had they even had the time to do everything? 

“Bless it…” the mumbled curse was quiet in the dimly lit living room and he squinted at the clip board. Selene had scratched a few numbers onto it during the night, the pulse ox and temperatures a continued line down the thin paper. Every thirty minutes, a new line. The numbers on his clipboard weren’t good, but they’d leveled out slightly throughout the night. The initial numbers scrawled in his handwriting were, quite frankly, distressing enough that he’d considered saying fuck it and calling an ambulance despite Clint’s protests. Only Clint’s insistence had stayed his hand. But only just. Every time he’d voiced the thought the werewolf had growled, eyes flashing in the dim light as he clutched at Nico’s limp hand.

The wolf didn’t like the hospitals after everything that had happened with Markus, and Evan couldn’t say he blamed him. He knew what magic could do for the kid. But he also knew what science and medicine could do. 

He fit the small blood pressure cuff back onto Nico’s skeletally thin arm and hit the start button before fumbling for his pocket to fish out the small pulse ox he’d been using to check Nico’s oxygen levels during the night. Both were cheap, and different from what he used in his animal patients, but the process was the same. Tedious, and necessary. He was honestly shocked the pulse ox worked with how Nico’s hands looked, and he suspected the only reason it was is because of the wards in his office and in the cabin helping in the subtle ways they could. 

The cuff beeped and Evan groaned, 92/40, 92%, HR 115, dutifully scratching the numbers onto his clipboard as he suppressed his mounting distress. Nico wasn’t doing well, no matter that he’d made it through the night here in the cabin. He needed more support than Evan could give him. The stupid temporal thermometer that Brian had picked up yesterday was hiding in a mass of discarded gauze wrappers on the coffee table and Evan grumbled as he pressed it to Nico’s forehead. 101.5. 

At least that number is better than yesterday. Evan leaned his forearms onto his knees and scrubbed at his eyes, trying to think of a solution. He could call Willow. The nymph was a healer too, but she was too deep in the bayou and constantly moving, It had taken over a week the last time he’d tried to find her. Not to mention he didn’t know what she could do that Selene couldn’t. Markus and Illyn were on their way, but they wouldn’t be able to make it until at least tomorrow if not the next day, storms delaying their flights from New York. Nico needed stronger antibiotics than he’d had on hand, oxygen, and definitely blood work. He had no way of checking a humans bloodwork, the chemistry panels at the clinic were set up for dogs not humans. The kid could be in kidney failure or MODS for all he knew, he certainly didn’t have a way to check and Nico had yet to urinate. And he needed X-rays to check his hip. He had no idea if Selene’s magic had fixed his hip or not, and it was always a possibility that he had other injuries. Magic was only so accurate.  Goddamn it… They needed blood work, ct scans, medication… They needed a fucking hospital. 

“Fuck..” 

Evan picked up his phone from where it had fallen on the floor, ignoring the dried blood staining the oak floors. The phone lit up and numerous notifications from his vet tech Noah telling him that his clients had come to get their animals. The last one was from early this morning asking him what the man needed to do with Sunny, who had gone home with the tech last night after Evan had placed a couple of frantic calls to his techs trying to get them to go deal with the mess at the clinic. 

He wanted the old golden retriever with him. And he suspected the dog would be a comfort to the stressed group. He fired off a  texted for Noah to bring him by the cabin when he was done cleaning up the clinic. Then he pulled up his contacts. He had numerous strings he could pull, but he wasn’t sure how some of them would react to what he was asking from them. He plucked at a stray whisker and threw a glance at Clints slumbering form. The wolf was stupidly well off, his frugal life style merely a symptom of how little the werewolf cared about commercialism. 

He could afford, and would want, the best for Nico. 

Even if it meant that he had to call someone he didn’t get along with. 

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Brian groaned as Evan closed the front door, rolling over in time to see the man slipping out with his phone pressed to his ear. He stretched, grumbling as he sat up, trying to  shake off the fitful nap that he’d been able to catch last night. He went boneless for a moment after he stretched, vision swimming momentarily before order was restored and he was able to scrub at his face. The world around him was vibrating fitfully and he grimaced, swiping his gauze covered forearm across the drool crusted on his chin.  “Gross…” 

HIs forearm was throbbing a staccato beat, ramping up the unsteady music around him. He knew the injury would be healed in a couple of days, so couldn’t make himself worry about it as he turned to his friend laid up on the couch. After all, it was just a fucking scratch, not…. That. 

Nico had enough gauze covering his chest and arms to look like a mummy, and still there were open injuries on his face and neck that it made Brian uncomfortable. 

So his forearm hurting was hardly something he felt the need to complain about even if it threw off the rhythm in his chest. Brian let himself listen to Nico’s breathing for a moment and grimaced, the rasping was discordant, rattling harshly against the soft tinkling Kristy let off, and the resonant booming of Clints larger lungs. Everything about the music surrounding Nico was dissonant and wrong, like he in the midst of a horror movie and the killer was around the corner. It put Brian on edge. 

“Shit…” Brian squirmed out from underneath the quilts he and Kristy had pilled up on the floor and checked his phone, grimacing at the time. He was supposed to be taking a final in 3 hours, and he definitely wasn’t going to be making it. He had too much to do today. Including going to the glassmakers shop, which was making his gut roll with nerves. Abramm hadn’t been pleasant the last time they’d met, the man had been fiery and down right mean when he’d said he hadn’t seen Nico. He wondered now if it was because the man had been worried, and angry he was worried. 

He stumbled towards the kitchen and hesitated when he heard the rattle of dishes, and splashing water. Selene was the only one who wasn’t accounted for and Brian hesitated for another minute before entering the kitchen to find the woman scrubbing at a pan in the sink. There were cinnamon rolls, eggs and sausage on the kitchens massive island and Brian felt his mouth water at the sight of it.

No one had been worried about food yesterday, too worried about getting Nico stable to even think about disappearing to find something to eat. And then they’d just fallen where they stood, he and Kristy stumbling over each other as they’d pulled blankets and pillows off the various guest beds into the living room. That’d been just past midnight, and he felt like he’d hardly gotten more than 30 minutes of sleep. 

So to see the mountain of food in front of him…. His stomach grumbled unhappily at him as he stood in shock. 

“Whoa…” 

Selene’s head pivoted and she chuckled at his wide eyed stare. “Get it while it’s hot, there’s plenty more where that came from. And I’m going to the store once I'm done here and getting more supplies so don’t worry about eating too much, there’s going to be plenty to go around.” 

“Don’t have to tell me twice.” Brian grinned, plucking a steaming cinnamon roll from the pan. He knew Clint had had a hard time trusting her yesterday, but he could hear the melody tinkling from her and he didn’t hear a single thing that made him uneasy. In fact, her tune kind of reminded him of Nico when they’d first met, if not a little louder and brighter. 

He could sometimes get a really good read on people, just based on their sound. Martin had been the exception. The Siren had thought the man was just sad, not insane. He wished he’d listened to the mounting discord that had been creeping into Martin’s song lately…. Brian pushed that thought down and bit into the cinnamon roll groaning. “Fucking hell that’s good.” 

“Well I’m glad you like them.” Selene’s blue eyes were mirthful over the deep worry he could sense coming from her and Brian grinned back, covering his own. 

“Like them? They’re the best thing I’ve ever eaten- God-“ Brian shoved another bite into his mouth and reached for a plate, piling it high with eggs and sausage. “I have no idea how I didn’t smell you making this, I think my stomach has been trying to eat my spine in protest since yesterday.” 

“You were all pretty out of it when I woke up last night, you needed some rest.” Selene placed the pan in the dish rack, drying her slender hands on her apron as she maneuvered her way over to the counter to snag the coffee pot from it’s cradle.  “What’re you planning on doing today?” 

“I need to find Abramm,” Brian managed around a mouthful of eggs, nodding gratefully at the cup of coffee that Selene placed in front of him. “Nico was asking for him, and I think I know who- and where- he is. And I don’t think Clint should be leaving him right now.” 

“No, he needs to stay here.” Selene’s response was so fast Brian heard a gong as her anxiety  spiked. “He can’t leave, not until Nico’s more stable, that bond is one of the only things keeping Nico as stable as he is right now.” 

“Uh huh…” Brian stopped chewing, eyeing the anxious pull of Selene’s ice blue eyes. He didn’t think she’s be that concerned about Nico in such a short period of time. But what the fuck did he know, he’d been attached to the guy since they’d first met, why wouldn’t some random stranger who had never seen the guy upright. “Yeah… I figured he should stay, and I’d try to find this guy.” 

Selene pulled her dreadlocks around her shoulder and turned back to the sink, avoiding Brians searching gaze. “Good. So tell me about him.” 

“About Abramm??” Brian slurped some coffee from his mug, washing down the lump of eggs. “I’ve never met the guy.” 

“No, not Abramm,” Selene snorted, sending him a scathing look. “Tell me about Nico. Where’s he from, what’s he like?? I still don’t know anything about the kid, just what Kristy let slip on the ride over here and that wasn’t much to go on. Just that he was your friend, and absolutely nothing about what the hell happened to him.” 

Brian hummed, feeling like he was missing a note in Selene’s question but unable to place it. “Well we don’t really know what happened to him either, just that I found him tied up yesterday and somehow Martin is to blame… But Nico… I met him my first year at college, he helped me with some of my art history homework. He knew everything I needed like he was reading it straight from the book, dudes super fucking smart. I have no idea how he knew it all already, he said it was his first year too. But I think he just loved all of it so much that he already knew it, if you know what I mean. He’s a pretty great listener, and he’d one of the nicest guys. But he’s really quiet, doesn’t really talk about his past much.” 

“In fact he doesn’t really talk at all if he can help it.” Brian grinned, Brian didn’t feel bad about the lie, Nico hadn’t meant to tell him anything about his past, and he certainly wasn’t about to spill all of his secrets to some woman he’d only just met. That wouldn’t be fair at all. 

“I think he said his family was from Romania or something-“ Selene stiffened and Brian pretended not to notice, taking another bite out of a sausage. “But he’d met Daniel, the guy that used to own the glassmakers shop, when he was 19? I think? And he’d been working there for a couple years, and he lived in an apartment above the shop.” Brian shrugged,” Daniel died about 6 months before I met him, and left the shop and the apartment to him. I thought he’d just decide to sell and moved on without telling anyone. That Abramm guy hadn’t mentioned anything about it, but it’d only been a few weeks since the last time I’d seen Nico, I just assumed….He’s pretty private and I wouldn’t have been surprised honestly….” 

He pushed down the spike of guilt he felt at that fact, he would never forgive himself for not doing everything he could to find Nico when he realized that he was gone. He’d have been able to prevent months of torture if he’d just fucking looked for him.  Brian sniffed, putting down his mug and pushing the mostly consumed plate away. “He was super good at glass blowing though,” Selene’s eyebrows rose, something akin to affection coloring her gaze. “And Abramm is the master smith that works there now, so I guess they work together. To be honest, I’m not really sure how close they are. Nico and I didn’t get to talk about his journeyman ship much before he disappeared. We mainly talked about classes, and other college stuff.” 

Brian studied his mug glumly. He hardly knew anything about Nico now that he thought about it. Nico had spilled some of his secrets about his foster families, about how he’d met Daniel but he’d been pretty tight lipped about the shop. And Brian had only been to the apartment over the shop a couple of times before Nico had disappeared. He wondered if Nico would have opened up any if he’d pushed harder, but no, Brian snorted and pushed away that thought. Nico was closed lip and skittish, if he’d pushed harder he fears that Nico would have just shut down and disappeared. He did every time Brian had pushed him, like he was one of those dogs that ran away from their rescuers. Brian had just had to sit back and wait, and Nico would respond, inching closer, their trust growing the longer Brian was just around. 

But maybe he would have been safe from Martin then. 

Scratching at his tangled hair Brian gave the witch a grimacing smile, the best he could do at the moment. She seemed to accept that that was all the information she was going to get, and they chatted idly for a few minutes as Brian finished off his rapidly cooling breakfast. He thought about sending out a probing note, to try to find out more about the witch that Kristy had apparently known for most of her life but resisted. He didn’t want to use his powers to get to know Selene, or Kristy, didn’t want to abuse the trust that they’d been building. Like he had when he met Nico.  He wanted whatever they had to be fucking real. So he just talked, cracking a couple of jokes while the witch tussled with the extremely large pot on the stove and enjoyed the food. 

He stuffed the last bit of his cinnamon roll in his mouth and scooped up his keys from the counter where he’d thrown them last night.  “I better get going, I have no idea how long Nico will be asleep, and I don’t think I could stand it if Nico woke up looking for this guy again.” 

Selene hummed an agreement, walking with him to the back door. “I’ll be following you soon, I’ll steal Kristy’s keys, looks like there’s a grocery store a couple miles up the road that’ll have enough supplies for us.” 

Brian laughed, “Be careful with it, that car is practically held together by duct tape, we only used it yesterday because it’s the biggest.” 

Selene huffed, a disgruntled frown on her face, “Oh I know, I was trapped in it for hours yesterday. Be safe. Watch your back.” 

The Siren hummed out a note, winking. “I will be.” 

He rounded the porch and stumbled to a halt when he saw Evan pacing by his Jeep, phone pressed against his ear. 

“Right, Right, I fucking get it— But we need the help.“ There was a deep line of worry to the mans forehead and Brian sent out a short whistle, catching the mans attention as he walked up.

“Going to the glass shop.” He whispered, and Evan nodded, growling into the phone as he clapped Brian on the shoulder and walked away from the Sirens searching gaze.  

What the fuck. Brian climbed into his jeep, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling in his gut as he watched Evan yell into the phone again. Whatever that was, was going to be interesting. 

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beloved show/movie rec (whumpy or otherwise)

Limitless (2015) is one of my favorite and most re-watched shows! Which isn't that much of an accomplishment as it's only a single season haha, but it is SO good. Good humor, a touch of angst, occasional whump (but with lots of potential for so much more), and I love pretty much all of the characters! Plus the dynamic between Brian and Rebecca is PHENOMENAL. There are a lot of shows from the mid-2000s to the mid-2010s that have a similar thing going (eccentric, goofy, lovable man with unusual skills paired with a female law enforcement officer that has to keep him in line) but this is by far my favorite. They let Rebecca be a bit goofy as well, and she's just great! And their relationship is entirely platonic! :D Plus they took one of the movie's biggest weaknesses (having a protagonist that is kind of unlikable) and turn it into a strength (putting him into a more antagonistic role) and fixed a weird plot hole. Anyway, I adore it and am so so sad it only lasted a season, and that the fandom is pretty small. It's super underrated. Everyone should go watch it!

Thank you for the ask! I hope you don't mind this long-winded answer hahaha

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Day 11 - Fainting

I was waffling on what to do for this day until I took not quite enough Nyquil and just let my mind wander for a bit lmao so have something cute

Ping list: @ailesswhumptober, @whumperofworlds, @whump-captain

TWs: another thing where kissing happens and a guy's tits are out but nothing happens, sex gets referenced with a flirty suggestion but its pretty pg-13 still, blood, vampire feeding, alcohol mention, needle mention, fainting

Mariano had decided to go out that Friday. He didn't have work in the morning for once, and Bastian had been getting onto him about being a seventy-year-old in a thirty-three-year-old's body. He'd gone to a place he'd heard good things about--it was loud, and the lights were too much.

The drinks were nice though, and the huge, ruby-horned, golden-eyed bartender was handsome and charming. Maybe he would make this a regular thing. He'd even met a sweet vampire. The blond twink had body glitter on, likely from head to toe, and her green eyes lit up when he'd responded to her flirting.

Brian, her name was. She'd let him text a selfie with her to Bastian, and he'd let her send one of them to her boyfriends. She'd also let him pay for the taxi back to her place.

It was so cozy. He took in the restored, renewed antique cellos and violins hung up on the walls, with flowers and animals carved delicately into the outer layers of the wood and varnished over with love. He saw the worn leather jacket that hung near the doorway, underneath a motorcycle helmet. He saw crutches, and what had to be a backup wheelchair, kept near the couch in a corner.

She'd led him to a bedroom, furnished with string lights and tapestries over the walls and a fluffy bedspread on the queen-sized bed. A teal television sat on a dresser, the perfect height for movie nights. And now her hands cupped Mariano's face as he knelt above her, propped up on his elbows and knees.

Their lips pressed together, hers chilled but tasting like strawberries. It lingered on his own lips when they pulled apart. He'd have to ask her what brand the lip gloss was. Cute, freckled cheeks were flushed. Her sharp indicator teeth were bright in the dim, warm light when she beamed up at him.

"God--don't take this the wrong way, you smell so good right now." Brian said, pulling Mariano down for another kiss. "Like it's not a cologne, and you don't smell afraid. Do you have magic or something?"

"I do." Mariano said, one hand slipping up under Brian's head, his fingers threading into her hair. "It's pretty strong though, it might be off-putting."

"Can I taste?" One of Brian's hands dropped to his neck, and Mariano felt his pulse more strongly. "If it's not my cup of tea, I can always get a different taste of you." Her smile shifted into something more flirtatious. "I'm really good with my mouth."

Mariano laughed, kissing her again, soft and sweet. "That sounds good to me."

Brian brightened up, wiggling to sit up more against the head of the bed. "Okay! Turn around, shirt off if you want. Just lean against me." She tapped his shoulders, looking him over appreciatively. "You don't gotta worry about crushing me either."

"Alright, alright." Mariano said, raising up onto his knees to tug his shirt and binder off over his head. Brian's eyes lit up when she saw him, hands reaching to feel up his sides. He lowered himself down, shifting so that his shoulders met Brian's chest. Cool fingers drifted over his temples and neck, brushing his hair aside. "You don't have to be gentle."

"I think I'll be gentle anyway." Brian whispered, cold lips ghosting over his skin again. Mariano couldn't help the shudder that raced through him. He let out a sigh when Brian opened her mouth and then opened it wider.

He felt the brush of two thin teeth as they were brought forward. One of Brian's arms looped around his front, hand coming to rest affectionately on his cheek. Not a moment later, two sparks of pain erupted from his neck.

Mariano hummed, eyes fluttering closed as Brian's fangs sunk deeper, slow and steady. She'd obviously been doing this for a while. The moment her teeth had pierced the artery, she withdrew and locked her mouth around the wound.

His head started to spin as Brian's thumb began to trace along his cheekbone. She hummed against him, slender hand starting to support his head more and more. Static began to fill Mariano's ears. The soft noises that Brian made started to fade. The warm lighting started to dim. The room began to spin.

The world dropped away and Mariano fell.

"Hey. Open your eyes for me." Brian's voice cut through everything. It was low and steady, and Mariano realized that he wasn't leaning against the sweet vampire anymore. He was lying down and his feet were propped up on some pillows. "Mariano?"

He groaned, managing to open his eyes as Brian's fingers slid through his hair. "I'm...I'm awake." He mumbled, meeting Brian's eyes. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, her hip pressed against his side.

"Good! You had me worried. You fainted, but I didnt take much--do shots give you trouble or something?"

Mariano laughed, quiet and warm. "No, no, needles are fine. I don't mind them." He reached to take her hand, squeezing it when she threaded their fingers together. "Heard it can just happen sometimes, though."

Brian laughed in return, nodding. "Guess it was just a random spell then, huh?" She reached to slide her fingers through his hair, pulling a quiet, relieved sound from him. "Well, you're not in a state to make out or anything now, so how's a movie sound? I can make popcorn, get you a soda. You can stay the night too, if you want."

Mariano brought her hand to his lips, kissing her knuckles. "That...that all sounds very nice, yes."

Brian stood, kissing his temple before fluttering out of the room. "I'll be right back then, 'kay? Text your boyfriend, and I'll let Elliot know he's evicted for the night." A quick text to Bastian updating him on the plan was all he had to do, and then he relaxed as the sounds of playful arguing in the kitchen drifted in.

[clumsyhissingcat]

No. 7: ONLY FOR EMERGENCIESUnconventional Weapon | Magic with a Cost | “It’s us or them.”

OC Whump

Hi, here is my contribution no.7 for Whumptober !

This one doesn’t need that much lore to be understood, but if you have any questions, I'd obviously be more than happy to answer! Also, English isn't my first language, so i apologize for any mistake. Check the tags for TW and enjoy !

Brian was normally very good at saving his strength. For any lightning magician, this was absolutely vital, and a large part of the training of the members of his guild, mostly made up of lightning mages, consisted of learning to carefully control the flow of energy and determine the minimum level necessary.

There was a blur of movement to his right and he let his magic enhance his reflexes, the shortened nerve impulses enabling him to move in time to dodge the hammer that smashed the ground where he stood just in time. A splinter of rock cut into his cheek without him even feeling it, completely focused on his opponent's next moves. There was an opening !

Brian threw himself forward in a burst of white light, aiming for the vital points.

The man he was up against straightened up, too quickly for it to be natural, and ploughed through the air with his weapon.

Brian leapt back with a cry of rage, forced to retreat again, skidding on the wet ground. He barely recovered and put a few more steps between himself and the enemy.

The latter, instead of continuing his attacks, watched him with a hallucinatory gaze, a euphoric sparkle in his eyes.

For God's sake, a guy of his build wasn't even supposed to be wielding a war hammer ! He was skinny, weak and obviously barely trained to fight ! Not even a challenge for a certified guild leader !

Brian gritted his teeth as the faint metallic taste in his mouth became more noticeable. In theory, the guy should have been on the ground by now, yes. If he wasn't the worst kind of opponent for a lightning mage.

A Berserker. Or at least, a pale imitation of one. Completely drugged with black henbane, insensitive to pain, endowed with enhanced strength and, worst of all, delirious stamina.

Brian's grip on his sword had been trembling for a good two minutes. He tightened it as best he could and tried to think above the panic that was beginning to mount. They were in the sewers, narrow and shifting spaces, in which using his increased speed was difficult and dangerous, especially when relying only on his imperfect night vision. Running away was not an option, and the very thought of it stirred a deep revolt within him.

But so was continuing to fight against such a resilient man.

Mages with an affinity for lightning essentially fought in two ways : by using their ultra-speed in a refined way to beat the enemy in a matter of seconds, or by unleashing huge discharges of power in just a few bursts. Brian couldn't count on the latter after putting his powers to work all the day, especially given the state he'd been in the week before, right after another seizure. As for the first...part of the problem stemmed from the Berserker's own reflexes.

The other came from Brian's deep-seated fear of what would happen if he missed. Or if the Berserker got up as if nothing had happened.

If the guild leader went all out, he could certainly give him one hell of a beating. But the price to be paid for this success...

The madman rushed at him with a scream, and Brian felt his power roar through his veins, tingling in his fingertips, in his legs, vibrating in every muscle. He barely dodged, swollen with adrenalin mixed with indecision. He pivoted and in a second of quick thinking lacerated the assailant's flank. He was rewarded with a satisfying spurt of blood. The man didn't scream or even slow down : he stretched out his leg to trip Brian. The lightning magician moved to dodge it too...

...And a sudden muscle contraction in his calf caused him to stumble anyway. He barely recovered, compensating with his good leg to transform his fall into a roll that allowed him to get up hastily and unleash a bolt of lightning from his fingertips that kept his opponent at bay. His outstretched fingers twitched spasmodically, as did his right leg. He'd dropped his sword in his fall, his strained muscles unable to keep a firm grip on the movement.

Oh shit, he was absolutely losing this duel, wasn't he ?

The gunman stared at his fingers for a second, then a delighted smile stretched across his face. He raised his eyes, staring at Brian.

-You're dead, you bastard.

The voice was hoarse and the words garbled, painfully extracted from the depths of a brain clearly not at its best when it comes to word.

The guild leader didn't reply, his heart in his throat, unable to think of an answer at the same time as his survival.

This wasn't the first time he'd found himself in this situation, and each time it felt like the last. And maybe it was the last, Brian mused, his leg and arms twitching spasmodically and unceasingly. A dull terror gripped his throat, soaking his palms with a sweat that had nothing to do with the effort. How many times had this same terror pressed against him in recent years?

Saving his strength, planning every necessary move, retreating as soon as possible at the slightest doubt. The daily routine of a lightning mage, the precepts that all those who employed these particular spells had to follow. He knew this. He knew exactly what consequences he was exposing himself to by neglecting these basic precautions.

And yet, he continued to end up in this position, always.

Brian exhaled slowly, the breath trapped in his lungs.

This wasn't the first time.

The Berserker launched a final charge to finish off his enemy.

Barely had he completed his first step when a flash of white blinded him. Then, a detonation, so powerful that he screamed in pain as his eardrums exploded, the destruction of delicate organs enough to briefly overcome even the insensitivity of the Berserker trance. In the confusion of the moment, he felt something going through his neck.

The afterimage on his retina finally dissipated. He wobbled, blinking wide-eyed to take stock, warm liquid dripping onto his shoulders from the two points of pain on either side of his head and on his chest.

The magician had disappeared.

For a second, he just stared at the last place he had stood. Gone...gone...a flash...

He turned around.

Crouched in the dust and leaning his shoulder against the wall to keep from collapsing, the man was staring at him with something that could only be terror on his blood-spattered face. And a kind of disbelief. Clearly, he hadn't expected to lose to a guy with almost no experience. His little escape attempt had failed.

The Berserker stepped forward to finish him off. Then the world turned, his legs gave up and he collapsed. He grunted in bewilderment, tried to lean on his arms to get up, but they gave way too, and he found himself flat on his back. His extremities were strangely numb, and for some reason his top was soaked through. He couldn't move enough to see, though. All he could do was growl at the mage, because the bastard had done something... !

He growled, struggling as he rapidly weakened, and as he flailed his gaze landed on an object on the ground beside the guildmaster. A small, blood-stained dagger.

His mind was no longer clear enough to make the connection, and he bled to death in a matter of seconds.

Brian could have fainted with relief. He had sincerely believed that this madman would manage to get up and kill him. But apparently, even Berserkers needed blood to live.

He'd managed to use what little stamina he had left in a final, full-speed thrust, pulling out his dagger to slit the man's throat. He'd finally won.

But he wasn't out of the woods yet.

Another violent muscle spasm painfully contracted his leg for a few seconds. Teeth clenched, Brian managed to tear his cape from around his neck quickly. Fortunately, the pin had been specially designed to detach easily. Better to lose a cape than a man. He threw the pin on the side, then maneuvered his body shaking with tiny uncontrollable tremors to the side as fast as he could, clumsily putting the cape under his head. He only had a few seconds left before the worst of the crisis struck. He lay on his side as comfortably as he could, his vision devoured by dazzling white flashes.

Reinforcements were on their way. A location enchantment was bound to the cape pin and he'd gone deep into the tunnels hours before. They were probably looking for him now. This wasn't the first crisis he'd suffered after overusing his powers.

He was still repeating these thoughts over and over to himself when a sudden wave of muscular contractions seized him.

[sleepyiswhumping]

10, 11, 19, 20 for the ask game :)

10. Ooh, this one's hard. While I'm not satisfied with most of what I've written and plan on rewriting a lot of my work, I'd be lying if I said I didn't have favorites. My current favorite piece is untitled, and is the aftermath of Theo, our poor whumpee, being released back into the world by his whumper, Z, and the trauma he's suffering from after the 2 years of abuse, manipulation and pain Z forced him to undergo, and his recovery, with the help of his boyfriend, Lynn, who's been searching for him ceaselessly since he disappeared. I'm actually currently working on a rewrite for a part of this that I may share soon!

11. Agh. There's not really anything I'm comfortable sharing, but this'll have to do. It's not great, but one of the few scenes that's more than a sentence or two that I think is okay.

Z ran his hands across Theo’s hips, up his stomach, his fingers playing across the scars and fresh wounds on his chest, before coming to rest on Theo’s neck. Theo gasped as Z wrapped his fingers around his throat, struggling to get one final breath in as his hands closed tight, crushing his windpipe. Theo’s hands flew to his neck, scrabbling at Z’s, trying to pry them off, but found no purchase. As panic began to set in, Theo hammered and scratched at Z’s chest, but his efforts grew weaker as his vision faded, his mind going blank, running out of oxygen. The last thing Theo saw before he blacked out was Z’s hungry, intense smile, looming over him.

19. Funnily enough, I started writing whump last February, so I haven't been part of the community for very long at all. Despite how fresh I am, however, I've fallen in love with both the community and my writings, even though most of them are pretty bad lol.

20. I actually haven't written whump for any fandom yet. So far, I've written exclusively about OCs. While OCs are, in my eyes, tougher to start with, due to having to construct a character from scratch, I prefer the versatility and freedom you have with an OC compared to a pre-existing, developed character. I have much less obligations and pre-existing tropes and characteristics to follow with characters of my own creation, making the process easier for me. That being said, I have been considering writing about some specific characters in some fandoms. I'd probably write about R. Daneel Olivaw, from part of the Lije Bailey series by Isaac Asimov. From the first story I read about him, I was in love with a robot so complex as he was, to be essentially human, and I've recently been thinking about all of the whump you can do there. I've also been considering whumping Erasmus from the Dune prequels by Brian Herbert and Kevin J Anderson, but I think that's just due to my obsession with his character as a whole. Lastly, there are so many characters in the Maximum Ride series by James Patterson that are ripe for whumping, and considering this was the series that spawned my love for wing whump before I ever knew what whump was, it'd be remiss if I didn't whump at least one character from the series.

Thanks for the ask, @stalecabbage! <3

[buster-loves-pr]

alright, chapter power ranger stories I plan

-Chad breaking his leg and he’s out of commission for a long two months. You know Brian from that one episode. He takes his place as blue. And also Chad’s sad because he can’t do much mow

-Dana and Ryan Swap Au. Let me just it, more emotional whump than physical but I want to do this.

-Jack and Z growing up on the streets. Yeah. Not going to go into too much detail but I mean, they gotta be a little messed up from it

-Madison and Vida get sent to a dimension that is in battle with the villain that sent them there. The Aquatic creatures (Imagine them as like the Luca creature.) look up to Maddie seeing her water spells ability. Unfortunately it kinda is a race against time since Vida got bitten by one of the Villain little creatures and the only way to get a cure is to get a decent amount of the monster’s salvia.

-Dax and Rose get send to the Arctic because of a fake jewel reading one of the faction plan. Now what you do when one of the rangers gets injured in the leg, half of their supplies get stolen , and trackers don’t work. You got two rangers trying to survive the Arctic cold.

-Dillion punches Ziggy’s guts out. No literally, he put Ziggy into life support when mine control, . As a last ditch effort to save him, he hands him to Tenaya, who then turns into a cyborg assistant for Venjix. It’s basically Ziggy trying to help Venjix but failing while Dillion tries to deal with his guilt of giving Ziggy up and having Venjix control him

-Gem and Gemma life growing up. *psssh* they’re kinda scary if you ignore the childlike ness. Liked fucked them up

-Javi recovering from his army injury. I refuse to have only two episodes focusing on this. Put This guy in recovery mode, not to the extent that Leo gets himself into but he can’t be okay after one day. Phantom pains and dealing with wanting to fight again. Perfect

[hullomoon]

hullomoon's 2024 voiceteam round up!!!

another year, another successful voiceteam! i had such a fun time with my teammates and fellow voiceteam participants. and now, without further ado, here's a round-up!

works are ordered by posting date

[Podfic] This too shall pass | multivoice | Schitt's Creek | David/Patrick | 00:01:09

David has a kidney stone.

[Podfic] To NHL or Not to NHL: That is the Question | multivoice | Check Please! | Nursey/Dex | 00:05:37

How are you supposed to get over the homoerotic tension of finding your soulmate at 18 playing hockey? Or, Dex makes a decision about joining the NHL

[podfic] 50 Shades | Schitt's Creek | David/Patrick | 00:01:12

David’s tested every shade from Greige to Pewter, whereas Patrick, prefers plain Blue, and thought, they’d reached a compromise with Slate Blue. Or, the first time Patrick and David paint and decorate their cottage.

Surprise! | multivoice | Stranger Things | El-centric | 00:13:49

“Yes, Dustin, for the last time, I got the cake.” Dustin had a clipboard, where he was checking things off. “Chocolate with chocolate icing?” Steve rolled his eyes again for good measure and made sure his voice dripped in annoyance. “Yes, Henderson. I do listen when you talk, and all I’ve been hearing for the past week is chocolate-chocolate cake with chocolate icing - which I also got, before you ask.” “Well I just wanted to make sure, Steve. This is El’s first real birthday party and it needs to be perfect!”

[podfic] i'm making today a perfect day for you! | Fraggle Rock | Boober & Sidebottom | 00:05:19

After having to work on his birthday, Boober is a bit downtrodden. Luckily, a certain Fraggle from the dream realm is here to cheer him up with a pile of presents.

[podfic] Fast and Furry-ous | Fast & Furious; Muppets | 00:11:01

“You can’t be serious about bringing him back on the team. After last time?” Vince hissed. “He’s a loose cannon, Dom.” Letty shook her head, which made Brian even more nervous. If Letty was against something, it might definitely be a bad move. “Nah." Dom smirked, looking off into the distance. "His buddy is the one who climbs into the cannons.” “You can’t be serious about bringing him back on the team. After last time?” Vince hissed. “He’s a loose cannon, Dom.” Letty shook her head, which made Brian even more nervous. If Letty was against something, it might definitely be a bad move. “Nah." Dom smirked, looking off into the distance. "His buddy is the one who climbs into the cannons.”

[podfic] come and rest your bones with me | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 00:18:21

“We’re making a fort.” Steve is barely even halfway through the door when he is accosted with the declaration. His slick raincoat is still zipped up, his wet umbrella still wide open and dripping onto the porch behind him. “What?” He asks, fumbling to close the umbrella and shake it out before a stack of blankets are being shoved into his arms. “We are making a fort,” Eddie repeats, grinning at Steve. He’s got his own heap of blankets bundled against his chest, and when Steve glances past his shoulder he can see that the bones of said fort are already mostly established — Wayne’s armchair has already been moved from its cozy corner of the room to now sit directly across from the couch, and the coffee table has been pushed to the side so as to not be a nuisance to the building process. And, well, it sounds like a lot of fun, actually. “Yeah, sure, alright,” Steve replies with a huff of a laugh.

[filk] none compares with you (in my whump fanfics) | multivoice | Fandom | 00:03:43

You are my favorite character You're the one I always want to see In stories I'll write for hours You belong in my whump fanfics

[Filk] Life on Voice Team | multivoice | Fandom | 00:03:12

A filk of what it's like to be on Voice Team, to the Little mermaid song 'Under the Sea'

[podfic] folktale | Stranger Things | Wayne-centric | 01:01:57

It’s outlandish. It’s implausible. It’s beyond the scope of man, beyond the imagination of children. He wants to shake his head, wants to dismiss it the same way they would laugh at the end of each campfire story, the same way folks would turn their noses up at the talk from the old miners who see things in the coal dust and dark and heat, because everyone sees something in the mine. That’s just the nature of the shadow. Deciding to find his own answers, Wayne picks the wrong (or perhaps very right) moment to return to his trailer.

[podfic] Insect | Good Omens | Aziraphale/Crowley | 00:01:04

Poor Aziraphale and the outdoors

[podfic] Lovenerds | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 00:10:03

Steve Harrington is many things: a jock, a good time, a dethroned king, a pretty damn good babysitter. One thing he is not is a nerd. Eddie Munson disagrees

[podfic] The Soft Romance of Growing Old | Supernatural | Destiel | 00:03:25

No one romanticizes growing old. Not the way they romanticize being young. A brief look at Dean's perspective on becoming an old man with Cas by his side.

[podfic] an aborted, "I love you" | Stranger Things | Steve/Eddie | 00:10:05

Steve’s thoroughly grateful that he’s listening to a message, and no response is required—can only stand there, jaw slack, at just how light his mother’s voice is. “A couple of work things fell through,” she continues with a breeziness that probably means several major ‘things’ went disastrously wrong, work related or otherwise. But it doesn’t sound like she cares all that much; if anything, she sounds excited. “So I thought we could—well, I don’t know how late we’ll be, but if you’re not too hungry, we could just order some pizza, lazy dinner? Plain cheese for you, right?” The distant ring of a bell on a counter. “Steve, darling, I know we haven’t been—” She cuts herself off with a sigh that’s gone too quickly for Steve to parse. He hasn’t ordered a plain cheese pizza since he was 12 years old. But she’s trying, he thinks. She’s trying.

baby dive in, cause the water feels fine | Schitt's Creek | Explicit | Alexis/Twyla | 1.1k; 00:10:10

Twyla can't help staring at Alexis's long legs and her itty bitty skirts

[podfic] 4B, Part Three: Christmas Jubilee | multivoice | Stranger Things | 00:12:32

“We’re having a Christmas party on the 23rd,” Robin says. “And our weird kids will not be portalling in through Hell this time.” “That’s good to know,” Maisie says, trying her best to plaster a grin on her face. She’s very good at feigning grins when the Interdimensional Portal Incident comes up. Josh and Maisie are invited to a very odd Christmas party. It's not so much the Christmas party that's odd, but the people who are attending it.

[not-a-space-alien]

Savage Sunset Choose Your Own Adventure 3

Previous

I thought it would be fun to establish some character details about the protagonist of the Choose-Your-Own adventure, so here is the very basics of "your" hunting partner.

Story masterpost

All entries in the CYOA

Vampire hunters have to work in pairs. Vampires' main weapon is persuasion, their ability to hypnotize humans. It is significantly harder to use persuasion on more than one person at a time. Working in pairs doesn't guarantee success, but working alone is a death sentence.

You've mingled a bit and learned some basic details about potential partners. Now you have to decide who to request to be paired with. You have three options.

Felix

Felix is a second-generation American, born to Mexican immigrants. He wants to do the right thing, but confessed that he's a little nervous to be fighting vampires. Nevertheless, he's seen firsthand how vampires prey on vulnerable people, especially impoverished communities that have no way to help themselves, so he wants to do whatever he can to save as many people as possible.

Abbey

Abbey grew up in the south. She decided to become a vampire hunter after a vampire took her father right in front of her, telling her that she was too small and didn't have enough blood to be a decent meal. She's sporty and confident in herself, though she acknowledges the job is dangerous and has no intention of dying in the line of duty. She's going to take those vampires down a peg and show them what humans are capable of, and that they can't just do whatever they want with no regard for human life.

Brian

Brian has been training for this for years. He's always known this was what he wanted to do, seeing what kind of terror vampires force humanity to live in. His resolve only got stronger when his girlfriend was taken by vampires, and he confessed that he has a deep-seated hatred of vampires, frustrated by their overwhelming power and careless malice.

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[cobalt-knave]

Mechanisms Fanfic Recs Part 2!

I was delighted to see people actually using my last rec list, and I have read a Lot of mechs fic since then, so let’s go. 

No particular theme, but we’ve got several Gunpowder Tim & Drumbot Brian fics here among others!

Five Times the Mechanisms took care of Gunpowder Tim, and One Time he protected them by TheHoardingPuffin                

One part character study to two parts found family. Featuring: moon war feels, hurt/comfort, and very protective mechanisms.

Indistinguishable From Magic by Garecc, Gunpowderdtim (Garecc)                

An incredibly interesting and well-written fic focusing on Brian of Brian’s past, eldrich powers, prophecy, and an old friendship between a now-metal man and a certain doctor.

One left behind by NammiKisulora

Have you ever wondered what the diary of Marius Von Raum looks like? Have you ever imagined him writing in it while lying in bed, kicking his legs in the air?

Have you ever wanted Brian’s-in-the-sun angst?

Well, boy of boy have you come to the right place! All that and more in this fic!

On Account Of The Jonny Doll by NammiKisulora  

If you’re a whump fan who likes the Mechanisms, you’ve probably wondered how exactly do you hurt an immortal being who seems to like pain a little more than is traditional? The answer of course lies in being rather... creative.

In this horrifying tale, we learn what happens when Jonny d’Ville is executed by skinning.

It also features an excellently-characterized Marius as the pov character!

The Edges of What We Might Be by HicSuntDracones  

In another world, another life, perhaps the Lucky Sevens’ rising star hired a tailor. Perhaps that rising star was one Ashes O’Reilly and that ttailor named Jonny.

A Pocket Full of Posies by Claribelle

IT’S A CROSSOVER WITH WOODEN OVERCOATS AND ABSOLUTELY FUCKING DELIGHTFUL GO READ IT

It is well with my soul by yallbitter

Hasn’t Brian earned a little revenge?

Vital Maintenance by Triss_Hawkeye

Gunpowder Tim is cleaning his guns when Brian needs the titular “vital maintenance”. But that doesn’t cover the SHEER amount of EMOTIONS that this fic will make you feel. It’s beautiful and well-thought-out, and GO READ IT. 

o, pallas athena! by pidgewings (violentlypan)                 

Emotions! Come get your emotions here!

Gunpowder was never Tim's first name. It was never even his nickname. Gunpowder was Bertie's nickname. 

I Have Broken More and More by fromthedesert                

Brian needs repairs. Tim is there to help him.

it has only just begun by LadyDragonKiller 

Raphaella backstory! Once, she was known as Icarus.

The Walls Begin To Tear by Stargazer_lilies                 

An absolutely excellent opening fic in a series that saves -- if you can call being marked by an eldrich god “saving” -- Lyfrassir Edda. They encounter eventually, a floating piece of space junk... Nastya Rasputina is back.

Nastya and Lyfrassir are wonderful together, a great [platonic] relationship. I love them so much.

This series goes on to cross over with The Magnus Archives, if that is your thing as well.

The Mechanized Archives ch. 5 “The Shadow Of the Moon” by CloudDreamer

It is so easy to forget just how horrifying the Mechanisms and their actions truly are. This chapter is an external POV of someone who’s life ended when the moon was gone and had to live with that consequence. 

This chapter influenced how I think and talk and analyze the Mechanisms. It’s very good and very dark.

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Whump Month: Day 2, Collapse

You gotta bear with me on this one, this is stream of consciousness that happened after I dropped one headcanon into a personal server about Copia attending the Papas funerals (inspired by me watching ‘The Haunting of Hill House’ with my friends and getting to the kitten eulogy because anything can be about my hyperfixation if I think hard enough) that spiraled into this. I promise ‘collapse’ comes into play but like...you gotta get there. Also welcome to me introducing you in the worst way to my own personal Ghost lore, more (and happier, I hope) is soon to come about Papa Meno, Beau (belonging to my lovely friend Brian), and Piccolo, but for now this is what you get, sorry not sorry.

Of course once again, this is for the lovely @cirrus-ghoulette‘s Whump Month, and I do hope you enjoy! Relationship: Copia/Terzo  Summary: Copia and the sudden, unpredictability of death. (Learning to understand funerals from experience.) Word Count: 2,512 Rating: Gen

      Copia was fourteen when Meno was killed, it was the first time he'd witnessed the death of a human, and the very first funeral he ever attended. And it was a very grand funeral at that, being that Papa Meno was well loved amongst the Clergy and by the Ministry staff, and of course by the ghouls. All the stops were pulled out for Meno, he was preserved and displayed in a beautiful, ornamental glass coffin at the very head of the hall of Papas where the funeral was to take place, and the turnout was more than almost any Papa had ever seen in history. The ceremony began with the coffin covered, and everyone would be allowed to see him at the end, but Copia couldn't take his eyes off of the curtain that hung in front of where he knew his father was laid.

   Nihil, the then acting Papa didn't want to Witness (in the sense of a priest hosting a funeral) the funeral, so the honour went down the ranks to the then Cardinal Primo. Primo spoke highly of Meno, of his successes, and of his life. How he served the Clergy well, and stayed true to the Path, and how he stayed true to love above all things. He'd invite his brothers to speak, and he'd invite Beau to speak, and he'd invite Copia to speak.

   But Copia would have no idea what to say. He'd never really had to think about it, the thought of his father dying. He'd been so lively, and youthful, and kind, the thought had never crossed Copino's mind in his life. And yet when Primo called him to speak, and he stood there in front of all the people that had ever cared about his father, it was the only thing he could think of. 

   The fact that his father had died. His father, this gleaming example of life and love, was mortal. And if he could die just like that, couldn't anyone? 

   He looked down at his shoes, and askance to the stone beneath where his father was surely laid, his eyes closed, his makeup viley painted on the once warm, smiling face that would greet him in a morning. And he wrung his hands in the way that had his father taking them both into his own so often with a quiet, "Copino…" that always made his anxieties fade. And when he finally looked up, ready to address the people that were waiting with bated breaths to know what the most beloved and youngest known son of Papa Meno had to say of his father, he caught the eyes of Beau - his mother, his soother - and all she did was nod, and the words poured forth.

   "My father- Our Papa, he- he did not...follow the Path. Not as closely as the Cardinal praised him for, or- or at least not in the way I understand the Path. Because what Satan wishes for everyone is the ability to be selfish, or at least- or he wishes that selfishness need not exist. That everyone may do as they please without that negatively impacting another. But my father he- My father was selfless. To his very core, all he did was give. He gave and gave all of the love he had to give, and so he did not follow the Path. Not in the intended way. He was selfish in giving his love away, and leaving none for himself. His selflessness was exactly what made him the greatest Papa. And-" he smiled, looking towards the plinth behind him, "- the greatest father."

   The three brothers had given him each their own signifiers of pride, Primo smiling at him as they crossed paths - him taking his seat and Primo taking to the plinth once more - Secondo giving him a nod as he sat beside him, and Terzo leaning forward to catch his attention, giving him a very certain thumbs up. And when the curtain dropped, and everyone rose to give their own words and to pay their own respects, Copia had very few words left to offer his father other than a quiet, “Thank you,” with a bow of his head.    The words hadn’t felt right at the time, and they continued to feel strange in his chest each and every time he caught a glimpse of the man in the hall of Papas. But each brother that followed after him to see him laid in his coffin spoke the same two words, so he supposed that they had been fine words to give. The funeral left him feeling closer to the brothers than ever before, and even so further away. A defence mechanism, he reasoned with himself, in case the same jarring fate befell any of them.

   It seemed he was right to be cautious.

   Copia was forty-one when he attended his next funeral. And it was just as unexpected as the last. But in the time since his last, he had had time to think, to ponder over what life had meant to him, what his father's life had meant and what everyone's lives around him meant. The nature of mortality - at least in the closest sense one could get to mortality within the Ministry's walls - and the possibility of losing those around him. So when he walked into the hall of Papas (his own father mounted at the head of the hall in his glass tomb, crucified inversely beneath the great stained glass window that shone down into the hall, painting the dull marble vibrantly. The stained glass had been his father's own installation, his contribution to the hall of Papas - aside from his own body, in the end - and it was just about the only thing Copia could bear to focus on), his hands folded neatly against his chest as he followed along behind Beau, and his brother Piccolo behind him, he had his words prepared. 

   He'd had them prepared for years, only altering them after certain core moments spent with each of them, each of his predecessors as they'd come to be. He'd never imagined becoming a Papa, his father had told him it would be an honour that passed to him as the succession allowed, but only if it was something he'd wanted. And really, it never had been something he'd wanted, he was more than happy in his role as Cardinal, and fitting into the position that he'd known his father held for most of his life never seemed possible for him. His father had grace, and poise, and command of a room that Copia had never inherited, but with time spent, and lessons learned, taking mental notes upon mental notes from each Primo, Secondo, and Terzo, he believed that maybe now he'd have the chance. That maybe he had thieved enough of each of them, and what made them alone wonderful Papas, that he too could make it into this hall someday.

   Though he hoped, not in this way. In the way of a glass box, wheeled through by nameless ghouls that didn't give him a second look as he took his seat. One of many seats, though unlike his father's funeral most of them laid empty. The Papas were so loved, weren't they? He recalled their lives in a flash, how they had given so much, had been supported in each and every endeavour, and yet; the hall was silent. Not even half filled with masked ghouls, Siblings of Sin, a few Clergy members. How could their outreach have touched so few? Copia's heart clenched at the wonder, his eyes darting to where he assumed Terzo would be roiling in his little glass prison. How dare so few people come to mourn him, and to celebrate him. Copia's words about Terzo shifted in his mind, he'd address that, certainly.

   And he prepared himself to speak as Papa Nihil stood to the plinth, though he couldn't help to keep glancing from the prismatic colours of the window, the sharp edges of his father's visage high on the wall, to where Nihil stood droning mindlessly about the relatives that lay adorned and cold. Copia's mind mixed memory with reality in each flick of his gaze, Nihil's colourless speech being replaced by the vivid one that was given by his son, Primo, all those years ago. Primo had Witnessed the last funeral that Copia had attended, and he had found himself moved, and focused - pin-point attention on the Cardinal - when Primo spoke, but Nihil's voice faded out almost the moment he began. There was nothing behind his words, Copia could tell, and even still he spoke? He decided to Witness this ceremony, despite his detachment? Was it not the same as one previous? Copia was half a mind to scoff, of course the dickhead would Witness his own sons' funerals, but not his father's. Pathetic. 

   But he kept his opinions to himself, and shuffled the mental flashcards that held his speech ready to be called to speak for the three men that had played such a large part in his upbringing. With each and every line that he recited to himself, speaking the words silently - his lips moving imperceptibly, and yet with more animation that Nihil was giving with his entire body - the corresponding moment that had prompted them flashed before Copia's mind, looping their best and worst times with him over and over until Copia was sure he would be able to give a play-by-play of his life alongside them when he was finally called up to give his two cents.

   But he wasn't.

   Nihil spoke and spoke, his hands moving but his words stone-still, and then he was done, and the curtain fell, revealing the Papas to the hall, and people rose from their seats to pay their respects. And Copia couldn't move.

   Where was his turn? Primo had let him speak- would've let him speak. They all would've let him speak, they all would've wanted him to speak. That was what this was about, wasn't it? What they would've wanted? That was what Primo had said, what Secondo and Terzo had both said as they stood in front of the hall, recalling memories of his father and everything he had done with and for them. 'It was what he would've wanted,' all of their voices reminded him. That was why Primo had called him to speak, that was why Nihil should've called him to speak. Copia meant a hell of a lot more to the three of them than Nihil ever did, so why?

   His mother's hands took his own in hers, gentle and soft, and familiar. The way his father used to. And she drew him to stand even though his entire nervous system felt frozen, like his mind was shutting down because, was this what they really wanted? Had it been something they discussed? His father had wanted him there, to speak when he was gone, so had the three of them agreed they didn't want him to speak for them? Was that why he had been snubbed of his chance to say his final piece? Did he really mean so little to them?

   His mother and his brother led him up to each of them in turn. To Primo, who looked peaceful in a way that Copia hadn't seen in a very long time, even with his makeup painted in its ever disgruntled expression, who he couldn't open his mouth to say goodbye to. To tell him all of those memories he held dear, of how he looked up to him moreso than he ever did the others. How he strived to be patient like him, to listen like he did, to pay attention to the little things like he did. Not a word left his lips that began to tremble, and he was guided on to Secondo.

   To Secondo who he hadn't seen painted in years, who was painted then and Copia could only think how much he wanted to wipe it away, that it would hurt him even in death. His hands trembled, walking up to Secondo, and he wanted to reach out, to gently wash away the paint that the man had come to hate, but they wouldn't obey him, just as his voice refused to speak the words he'd never said aloud. Because Secondo wasn't a sentimental man, he didn't want to hear the 'I love you's and the 'I appreciate you's, actions meant more to him, but even still Copia couldn't bring himself to commit to just one more loving gesture for him. So he was moved on.

   Onto Terzo. Whose presence in that box, arms pressed tight to his torso in a way that made him seem so much smaller, so much more uncomfortable, made Copia's heart scream. And he moved without willing himself to, breaking away from the hands of his mother and brother that held him, prising at the edges of the box futily with his gloved fingers. He wanted nothing more than to let him out, than to give him space, room to breathe and to stretch because Terzo hated being anywhere too small, and too tight. He'd always hated it, hated being crowded and closed in, hated feeling small. And they'd only gone and made him look so, so small. Copia couldn't bear it, he prised and gripped and thrashed at the boxes edge silently, tears falling from his face and onto the glass as his family tried to pull him away, but in the moment he couldn't hear them, all that his ears picked up on were the panicked, shuddering breaths of Terzo - his Terzo - when Copia had found him locked away in a cupboard, screaming and crying for someone, anyone to just let him out. Copia had been the one to let him out then, and he wasn't going to let him down now, he had to let him out-

   When the lid clattered open, shattering against the marble floor, Copia slid down, a slow collapse to his knees uncaring of the shards that crunched beneath them that sliced open his trousers and his skin alike. He'd done it, and his shoulders sagged as he let out a breath that sounded far away from his ears, his mind implying that Terzo could finally breathe. He looked up, to make sure he'd done the job right, and something about Terzo's face seemed to have smoothed out, his shoulders didn't seem to be hunched by his ears, and he looked so much more like himself. Enough like himself that Copia managed to smile. And his now bloodied hand reached over the coffin's edge, his knuckle grazing Terzo's cheek lovingly.

   "You can rest now," He spoke. And none of those words were apart of the monologue he'd prepared, but if there was one thing Terzo had imparted upon him in life, it was that you just make do with what you have, and if all the words you can muster are those, then that will do just fine.

   He would do just fine.

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

hey, I found your blog through someone I follow who reblogged the magical fatigue/magical euphoria post: What is a Whump/Whumpee? I have never seen this term before

Long story not very short, Whump is basically a sub-genre of fandom when people get a kick out of hurting fictional characters, usually their favorites. Some Whump writing doesn't use specific fandom characters, but more general 'roles' in the place of established characters.

Generally speaking, the Whumpee is the guy getting hurt, the Caretaker is the one trying to help Whumpee, and Whumper is the one doing the hurting.

Using these roles lets writers focus on the whump, the pain inflicted onto the characters, rather than feeling like they have to establish the characters each time. If I see the titles "Whumpee" and "Whumper" for example, I instantly know there's going to be conflict without needing the dynamic explained.

That's super useful, especially when you want to subvert roles! One easy example would be the 'whumper turned whumpee' trope common in Whump fandom. For example, let's say you've got a story where Alan is torturing Brian. My first thought would be "why? What the heck is Alan's deal??" or something. But if you make Alan = Whumpee and Brian = Whumper, I instantly understand that Brian did something to hurt Alan, and now Alan's getting revenge. I know that simply by the titles Whumpee and Whumper, without having the writer explain anything.

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: Gen

Fandom: Doctor Who (2005)

Relationship: Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Characters: Ninth Doctor (Doctor Who), Henry van Statten

Additional Tags: Whumptober, Whumptober 2023, Ninth Doctor (Doctor Who) Whump, Medical Torture, Vivisection, Torture, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon Divergence - Episode: s01e06 Dalek, Hurt No Comfort, Minor Ninth Doctor & Rose Tyler, Title is from a line in the dalek novelisation, which you should all read right now, Mentioned Rose Tyler, Spoilers for Episode: s04e17-18 The End of Time, Captivity, Non-consensual surgery, No beta we die like ten

Words: 807

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

The Doctor sends the TARDIS and Rose back to her time, and Henry van Statten has a unique alien specimen all to himself. --- “You’re going to die, van Statten,” he says. “You’re going to die because you won’t listen.” “And what do you think will happen to you, Doctor?” The Doctor doesn’t answer --- Written for Whumptober 2023, day 11. Prompts used are captivity and “No one will find you.”

Warnings:

Captivity

Non-consensual surgery

Restraints

Torture

Vivisection

 

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Rating:

Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning:

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category:

Gen

Fandom:

Doctor Who (2005)

Relationship:

Minor or Background Relationship(s)

Characters:

Ninth Doctor (Doctor Who)

Henry van Statten

Additional Tags:

Whumptober

Whumptober 2023

Ninth Doctor (Doctor Who) Whump

Medical Torture

Vivisection

Torture

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Canon Divergence - Episode: s01e06 Dalek

Hurt No Comfort

Minor Ninth Doctor & Rose Tyler

Title is from a line in the dalek novelisation

which you should all read right now

Mentioned Rose Tyler

Spoilers for Episode: s04e17-18 The End of Time

Captivity

Non-consensual surgery

No beta we die like ten

Language: English Series: ← Previous Work Part 11 of Whumptober 2023, ← Previous Work Part 2 of Season 1 Episode 6 Dalek Collections: Whumptober 2023 Stats: Published:2023-10-11Words:807Chapters:1/1Comments:2Kudos:4Hits:26

Alien Dissection

NebbyAxolotl

Summary:

The Doctor sends the TARDIS and Rose back to her time, and Henry van Statten has a unique alien specimen all to himself. Written for Whumptober 2023, day 11. Prompts used are captivity and “No one will find you.”

Notes:

For bloopdydooooo.

Written 10 Oct. 2023. Content warnings in the end notes. Anyway yeahhh babyyy i’m writing the same fic but Again because I like making 9 suffer. I’ve written half the fics in the vivisection tag in this fandom. Brian you need to get on that.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

“With your… girl gone, no one will find you, Doctor.”

The Doctor looks up at van Statten, it’s hard to look anywhere but up, in the position that he’s in. “That’s why I did it.”

“Not the best of decisions,” van Statten responds, amicably.

“That thing you’ve got there.” Van Statten sighs, the Doctor continues regardless. “It’s a monster. It’ll kill everything.”

“So you send your only mode of escape away. Wise.”

The Doctor wishes he could move, could do anything but lie there, because he’s well aware of how his current situation undercuts his point. “That Dalek, if it escapes—“

“Which it won’t,” interrupts van Statten.

“Which is could. If it escapes — when it escapes — it’ll kill its way out of your museum ,” he spits the last word, he’s shaking, he can feel it. “And it’ll kill everyone on Earth.”

“I think you’ll find that humans are better at handling threats than your species was.”

The Doctor laughs, because how wrong can you get. His species stood a chance against the Daleks, that’s more than any other ones could say.

(His species would’ve killed the universe just as much as the Daleks would’ve, and he can’t think about that, he’s told himself he’d never think about that again.)

“You’re going to die, van Statten,” he says. “You’re going to die because you won’t listen.”

“And what do you think will happen to you, Doctor?”

The Doctor doesn’t answer him, and van Statten leaves.

---

The Doctor likes to think that humans tend towards goodness. It’s not that that’s a lie , per se, but it’s not entirely the truth.

See, humans are good when they can see something as the same as them. It’s that sense of kinship, it’s what a lot of species that reach space have in common. It’s also what makes them so dangerous, both to their own species and to others.

It’s not all humans who fear the unknown, but it’s enough to make it so when faced with something different, humans will fear it or assume superiority, often both. And when faced with something they need to distance themselves from, when faced with something they want to hurt, they’ll try their best to see their victim as not a person at all.

This is a long winded way to say that he’s afraid. Afraid of what the scientists — or he assumes they’re scientists — in the room mean, what they’re going to do to him, why haven’t they told him, is that a scalpel?

He’s almost glad Rose is gone. She can’t see this.

“Sedate him,” van Statten says.

“It doesn’t work,” he responds, and he hates it, hates how broken his voice sounds.

“What?” van Statten asks, coming properly into view.

“Anaesthetic,” the Doctor replies. “It doesn’t work.”

The Doctor knows it’s not going to stop him, but at least the Doctor won’t have to deal with what’s about to happen to him with a tube stuck down his throat.

Van Statten makes a gesture to someone and the table where he’s lying is made completely horizontal. Then someone straps his arms — stretched out to either side — legs, even head down. They’re strong, the restraints. What are they planning on doing to him?

“Open him up,” van Statten says, and he can’t help it, his hearts start to race.

The person with the scalpel doesn’t meet his eyes. There’s a pause before it happens, and then they finally make a cut and the Doctor would be writhing in pain if he weren’t strapped down so thoroughly. Instead he screams, wordless.

Through the haze of pain he hears van Statten murmur, “That’s amazing,” and then he’s screaming again, because they’re doing something , and he can’t hear above his own screams.

The Doctor can’t see, can’t see anything but the ceiling and occasional glimpses of van Statten and the scientists who are doing this to him. He’s straining so much against the restraints that he’ll have bruises, provided he lives, because this hurts so much he’s going to die, he’s just going to die.

There’s a pause. The Doctor’s screams peter off into cries, and he hates himself for it, because he can’t even breathe, can’t even get himself to wheeze out that the Dalek is dangerous.

“That’s fascinating ,” van Statten says, and then there’s the pain again, and the Doctor needs to get away, get away from him, but he’s held fast and helpless and all he can do is scream again.

---

They’ve closed the Doctor up, but they haven’t unrestrained him, not even slightly. Haven’t even moved him. He doesn’t want to think about what that means for him.

He doesn’t want to think about a lot of things, least of all that he’s just another oddity in van Statten’s museum, and that his only hope of rescue is in London in 2005.

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3 Ships: I’m not that big into shipping, but I have slowly developed opinions during my extensive time in the Talon Saga Fandom, so my top three would probably be Wes/Riley (with aro and/or ace flavoring), Faith/Ember (I’m determined to make this more popular ngl), and Tristan/Garret, (though I’m not as opinionated about them as I am about the other two). 

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