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[whumpwillow]

Demon's Haven 17

they are so so comfy

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warnings: past torture, blood, whumpee wondering when caretaker will hurt him, self-worth issues

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“Just focus on getting better. Okay? That’s how you can help.”

Envy didn’t know what to say to that. He didn’t know when the witch would stop pretending to care about him. Even if she was willing to take in a random demon—an already foolish move for any witch or human alike—she couldn’t possibly be alright with the idea of taking care of a demon prince. He and his brothers had a…reputation.

He wondered when she would stop being nice to him. When it finally caught up to her that he was cruel and evil and beyond saving. That he wasn’t worth her time except to cause him pain and show him just how wrong he had been.

He knew that’s what he deserved, but he selfishly wanted to enjoy her kindness while it lasted, however long that was.

Haven helped Envy back onto the bed, which involved him not standing and instead flopping onto the mattress as if he were climbing into a boat and then floundering embarrassingly. He felt his cheeks grow hotter by the second. The witch guided him onto his back and he was grateful to relieve the pressure on his ribs. She put a hand on his head and lowered him until he was resting on a pillow, then picked up a few more off the floor. She smacked the pillows with her hand a few times to fluff them, then placed them on the bed as well, Envy sandwiched in the middle. He could hardly remember the feeling of such luxury, even when he had lived his whole life immersed in it up until the angel took him. It felt foreign to him now.

“Good night…Your Highness,” she said.

She added the title as an afterthought. He hadn’t heard it in years—his subjects had simply used “My Lord” and his brothers, well, nothing at all.

“Envy is fine.”

Haven smiled. “Good. I’m not even sure how to do a curtsy.”

He smiled at that, and for some reason, his fear dissipated. That was, until he realized he was lying in her bed and she was clearly not.

“Oh!” he exclaimed.

Envy threw the blankets off himself and was about to try another disastrous climb off the bed when Haven stopped him. She put a hand on his shoulder—the less bruised one—and gently pushed him down until he was once again nestled among the pillows.

“No, no, please, just stay there,” she said, a bit exasperated.

He looked up at her helplessly. “I can’t just take your bed from you.”

Haven crossed her arms over her chest and erected her most put-upon expression. “You can and you will. Now go to sleep.”

“Okay.”

It was all he could say before he fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.

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Envy woke not knowing where he was.

It wasn’t the cell. The cell was dark and cold, made of stone, and it certainly didn’t have a bed. It smelled of iron and copper and stinging silver, not the fresh and comforting scent of chamomile and lavender. Envy lie buried in soft sheets among various blankets and pillows—not the silken quality he’d been used to at his House, but which was still leagues better than waking up in chains with blood streaming down his back from the previous night’s whipping.

He wasn’t in his cell. He wasn’t back at his House. And he wasn’t in chains.

He processed this information for the few seconds it took him to remember what had happened last night and over the past few days. The memories resurfaced blurry in his mind, a haze of activity after so long spent in nothingness. He’d been summoned at the best possible moment and subsequently spent three fearful days and nights in a summoning circle before making a soulbond with a witch.

Haven.

She saved him. She could have sent him back—and really, it would have been the logical choice. Who in their right mind would make a soulbond with a demon just because he begged for it? The angel certainly hadn’t ever cared when he begged for anything, though it didn’t stop him from trying.

She’d cut herself. Spilled her own blood into his just to save him from his personal torment. Helped him stand. Supported him on that dreadful walk through the city where he felt he might collapse into nothing but a pile of bones at any moment. She’d taken him inside her home, tended to his wounds, cleaned him, comforted him…

And now he awoke in her bed.

Envy hiccupped. A sob rose in his throat, but he swallowed it down. He sat up and drew his knees to his chest—still wrapped in bandages. The place he awoke in was a mess, but it was a lived-in sort of chaos. Not one that he was familiar with. Sunlight streamed in through gauzy curtains half-drawn over dusty windows. Plants grew from a box just outside it, and more rested in pots on the sill. Some hung from baskets attached to the ceiling with thick rope tied into mesh holders. Books lined the shelves. Clothes littered the floor.

Haven, the witch herself, had curled up in a chair that resembled a giant nest. The cushion it held was just a circle set into a wooden frame, and Haven had surrounded herself in it with blankets made of patchwork cloth scraps of all different colors sewn together.

It wasn’t a dream. It took a few moments for this thought to settle in, for Envy to realize that he was really, truly, out. He was safe, if only for the moment. It felt strange to him after so long spent in darkness, wishing for some kind of reprieve, anything, anything. He almost couldn’t believe it was real.

Haven had been so kind to him. More than he deserved.

Then he remembered what he’d told her. His name—and all that came with it. His identity, his past, his wickedness. He remembered the fear on her face, the way she’d jumped from the bed and backed away, the way her eyes scanned the room as if to search for a weapon. He had no illusions that she wouldn’t hurt him if he gave her aim to, so he was determined not to give her any reason. He’d make himself as nonthreatening as possible. Take up as little space in her cluttered home. He’d live like a ghost, if that was her wish.

He sat, still and motionless, until Haven awoke. He didn’t want to disturb her accidentally, for he’d already caused enough problems already and didn’t want to test how far her patience could extend before it snapped. He wondered vaguely what it would take, how far he could push until she hurt him like the angel had. What he would need to do to be punished.

He swallowed the thought. It lingered inside him, thick and heady like molasses.

He held himself still, arms wrapped around his legs drawn up to his chest. Moving through the sheets made noise, however slight, and he didn’t want to wake the very person who had given up her own bed for him to sleep in. It wasn’t bad. The morning was rather pleasant. He was clean, and not in chains, and not in pain. He hadn’t slept in a proper bed in ages so he wasn’t used to the softness and spent a few minutes just admiring the sensation. He let his eyes close and tilted his head back, feeling the warm sun on his face, sighing.

“Envy?”

He jolted. The movement sent a pillow to the floor, causing him to wince. All at once, whatever peace he had managed to gain in the previous moment had fled him during this one.

Haven shifted in her nest-chair and let out a small groan. She reached her arms up above her head and stretched, blinking the sleep out of her eyes. Envy waited patiently, unmoving. The witch squinted at her resting place, momentarily confused like she didn’t know how she’d gotten there.

Haven sat up in her nest chair, a variety of multicolored pillows falling to the floor around her. A blanket slid off her shoulders to pool around her hips. She still had on the same dress from yesterday.

“I—” Envy began in a weak voice.

“You’re awake.”

He nodded.

Haven stretched again, then glided out of the nest-chair amid a tumble of pillows and blankets. She padded over to the bed, and Envy willed himself not to flinch. All she did was pick up the fallen pillow and set it back at the head of the bed.

“Sorry…” Envy began.

Haven held up a hand to stop him. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Did I wake you?” he asked tentatively.

Haven shook her head and smiled. She reached toward him and Envy ducked on instinct, thinking she was about to hit him, but she merely went to touch a bandage that had come loose at shoulder, but paused when she noticed his reaction. She gave him a sheepish look.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to.”

“It’s fine.”

She sat gingerly on the edge of the bed. Envy eyed her movements warily. He set his hands down on the bed, but kept his legs pressed against his chest.

“How are you feeling?” Haven asked.

Envy opened his mouth to respond, then thought better of it. He needed to give her an answer, to not say anything would be rude, and even when he thought he could push her to hurt him, he didn’t want to, he just wanted an end to the pain. He was in so much pain.

It came back to him once he awoke, the effects of his wounds. The pleasurable feeling of being clean and sleeping on a soft mattress rather than a cold stone floor greatly lessened the effect, but the sensation was still there. The licks of the whip that cut into his back, burning fire in stripes down the skin that tore and rended the flesh. The holy water that had marked him, had turned his insides to molten gore. The weeping wounds, the dark bruises. The bone-deep exhaustion that still plagued him, no matter how much he slept.

“I—” Envy began.

He could tell her the truth. He was already pathetic enough as could be, falling all over the floor and weeping in her arms. But he could tell her he was alright, and save some face at least. It had nothing to do with him not wanting her to worry.

“I’m alright,” he lied.

“Hm,” Haven murmured.

Her eyes narrowed, like she didn’t believe him. Envy wondered when she’d gotten so good at reading him. He attributed it to his exhaustion—he was usually much better at this back in his own realm.

His old life.

Haven set a hand on the bed, an inch from his own. “You can tell me,” she said. “If you’re in pain. If you’re hurting. If you feel like you want to cry, or scream, or do whatever it is that would make you feel better.”

She looked up at him then, quick enough that it didn’t give him a single second to recover from her statement and he was caught in full view during the throes of his misery. His eyes had begun to well again with blasted tears and he cursed himself for it. He just couldn’t seem to stop.

Haven smiled gently. “I told you before. You needn’t soften your grief around me.”

A sob escaped him, one he had barely been holding back. Envy clenched his teeth, wishing it was enough to will some semblance of composure back into his expression, but the tears had already started pouring down his cheeks. Awful, wretched sounds came from deep within him, from a place he tried his hardest to bury.

“It hurts,” he whimpered.

Haven nodded, and drew him in close. Envy curled into her easily. She wrapped her arms around him, one hand on the bandages covering his back, and the other in his hair. She brought his head toward hers and their foreheads touched, and at once, all the thoughts in Envy’s mind that told him he was unworthy, were silent.

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[a-concert-just-for-me]

11,000 words into my incredibly niche Hunter epilepsy fic someone please remove the worms from my brain

[cakeinthevoid]

Carrie couldn’t believe their eyes. They didn’t dare move, or do anything that would alert Willow that they saw them. Saw them smiling.

it was a soft smile, barely there and yet it shone on their still too-pale, too-thin, too-hurt face.

Carrie pulled their gaze away from the glass doors to the room behind her and finished the motion of refilling their drink. The glimpse they managed to steal was only because they were too lazy to pull the cooler all the way out onto the porch; they had just pulled it out as close as possible, resulting in the sleek porch door being propped open by their ugly blue cooler. Apparently there was another benefit besides not having to drag it over the threshold—the music from their dingy old speaker could flow back easily into the house. Carrie reached, opened and closed the cooler gently so as not to disturb Willow—who was only sitting a few meters away—and refilled their glass with a fizzy beverage, hissing from the can. A quick look over their shoulder confirmed Willow was still leaning peacefully against the wall, nodding softly to the beat of the song.

They haven’t looked this at peace since… Carrie honestly couldn’t say. It’s not like they’ve known each other for very long. One day the institution came by, dropped Willow off in a cage of all things with barely a week of warning, and expected Carrie to deal with them. How they decided Carrie of all people would be best suited to the task was beyond them. They weren’t even sure Willow spoke the same language—although they seemed to understand simple phrases well enough. And beyond that, there was the matter of the case file; it was almost completely redacted. What was legible didn’t seem all that reliable—was Willow really their name?—but Carrie was in no position to question the word of the institute. That was the world they all lived in now, it seemed. The song change pulled Carrie out of their thoughts. They looked at their drink. The fizz was at a tolerable level now at least. They sipped at it as they picked up their phone to check what the last song was. Then they created a new playlist—‘Possible Willow Faves’—and added the song. It looked like a pretty sad playlist with one song, even if that one song was rather upbeat, but Carrie still smiled to themself. It felt like the beginning of something new and good. Something hopeful.

Ive been having this thought for awhile now about a Caretaker who takes in or is given a Whumpee to care for to help rehabilitate them, help them find their sense of person again.

Though the Whumpee this specific Caretaker gets, Is mute– or just refuses to talk, or possibly is foreign and doesn't understand Caretakers Language well enough.

Caretaker trys many different ways to try to connect with Whumpee, to help gain their trust but up until this point, nothing was helping.

Until Caretaker was sitting outside in the patio, listening to a favorite band if theirs one late afternoon and couldn't help but notice Whumpee in the corner of their eye, leaning against the door lightly while subtly smiling, softly nodding their head to the beat.

Overtime caretaker quickly learned that Whumpee loves music not just one but all types of genres, It seemed their favorite was classical music, or purley instrumental. It was the first time Caretaker felt they were helping since taking in Whumpee, a sign for a progressive future in recovery.

[johnslittlespoon]

Hellooo and welcome to the WOTA server's master–list of fics for the summer writing event! ☀️ We had a list of 36 summer–themed prompts to choose from and a month to write, and everyone who participated has put so much love and time into their fics; I'm so proud of how well this first server event went. 💗

This list will be updated as fics are posted, and you can also peep the collection on AO3 for easier browsing. Thank youuu to all the lovely writers who participated, can't wait for the next one! 🌈

✨ Fic List:

Only You Can Cool My Desire Prompt: 'Ice Play' / 'Too Hot For Clothes' -> by @johnslittlespoon [WC: 6K | E | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Tough And Sweet AU, Heatwaves, Ice Play, Blow Jobs, Light Dom/Sub, Teasing, Orgasm Delay] The Man I've Looked For Prompt: 'Roadtripping' / 'Seductive Popsicle Eating' -> by @amiserableseriesofevents [WC: 4K | M | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Semi–Public Sex, Romantic Fluff, Blow Jobs In A Car, Roadtrip, Gale Cleven's Oral Fixation] The One I'll Care For Prompt: 'Passing Out From Heat & Being Taken Care Of' -> by @c-goldthorn [WC: 2K | G | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Notting Hill AU, Red Carpet, Film Festival, Hurt/Comfort, Heat Stroke, Fainting, Whump] Out Of Control -> by @trashbag-baby666 [WC: 8K | T | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Modern AU, Surf AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort] No Proof, One Touch Prompt: 'Too Hot For Hugs' / 'Sweat Kink' -> by @c-goldthorn [WC: 1K | G | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Flight School, Set In Texas, Pre–Canon, Pre–Relationship, Sweat, Play Wrestling, Hugs] I'm On The Run With You, My Sweet Love Prompt: '"I Don't Want To Move"' / 'Lake Sex' -> by @alienoresimagines [WC: 9K | E | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Fluff and Smut, Dry Humping, Boys In Love, Summer 1943, Romantic Fluff, Established Relationship] Under The Cover Of The Willow Tree Prompt: '"If You Don't Get Off Me"' / 'Summer Storms' -> by @eternallytired17 [WC: 4K | M | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Post–War, Fluff and Smut, Summer Vacation, Idiots In Love, Dirty Talk, Hand Jobs, Teasing] My Love For You Burns Like A Thousand Suns Prompt: 'Getting A Sunburn' -> by @onyxsboxes [WC: 1K | G | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Summer, Short & Sweet, Sunburn, Established Relationship] Do They Collide? (I Ask And You Smile) Prompt: 'Stargazing' -> by @counting0nit [WC: 1K | Gale Cleven/John Egan | Post–Canon, Post–War, Angst, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff] Summertime (And The Living Is Easy) Prompt: 'Skinny Dipping' -> by @air-exec [WC: 1K | G | Ken Lemmons/Rosie Rosenthal | Boys In Love, Fluff, Skinny Dipping] ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[thedragon-and-hisboy]

hiiiiii, i've been loooooooving the whump prompts (you are the BEST at them!!) and i was wondering if maybe you could do "cold" and "obedience"?

and if i maaaay be a little cheeky 👉👈 with hiccup? thank you<3

>:3 let's hurt this boy!!!! (Edit: ofc I did a bit of fluff. Don't worry, I will remedy >:3)

Even before he had a partial limb riddled with pain every time the weather changed, Hiccup hadn't enjoyed winter. It was a time of scarcity, and not just dragon-enforced scarcity.

He puffed out a sigh and watched it billow in white steam. With a smile he remembered when he'd pretended he was a Smothering Smokebreath, trying to steal a honey-candy from Gobber.

Now, however, he had work to do. With great reluctance he crawled out of bed and put his leg on. Toothless was annoyed by the weather too; he'd had to wake up and reheat his stone in the night. He grumbled as Hiccup slapped his shoulder to wake him.

Hiccup winced as he flexed his fingers; the cold got into his joints and made it painful to bend them until they were warm again. "Come on, bud," he said, sticking his freezing hands under his arms. "Let's get some breakfast."

Of course, that was easier said than done. He slipped twice on the frosty walkways, almost falling off the second time and only managing to save himself by grabbing Toothless.

In the clubhouse, Snotlout was stoking the fire to a hearty glow. The twins, up early for once, had hauled in some fish that they were now roasting. Astrid saw Hiccup come in with a limp and pointed firmly to a chair by the fire. He grinned and sat down; there was no arguing.

"Good morning," Fishlegs said. He handed Hiccup a cup of steaming tea. "Willow bark. Is it bad today?"

Hiccup tested his joints and winced. "Yeah. I'll be okay once I warm up." Fishlegs nodded, satisfied, and went to warm up as well. The twins were bickering with Snotlout over the heat from the fire, Astrid was rolling her eyes, and Toothless curled up with a contented grunt around Hiccup's chair. As bad as winter was, Hiccup reflected, the cold couldn't reach his heart with friends like these.

The blow landed before Hiccup was ready for it. He staggered into the side of the cage, failing to stop a yelp as his head hit the bars.

"Tell me where those lenses are," Krogan snarled. He'd used the butt of his spear that time, but his malice suggested he might switch ends if Hiccup didn't cooperate.

"I've told you, I don't know where they are!" Hiccup snapped. This was true; the Flyers had arrived before Atali could reveal it to him and Snotlout. He'd tried to lead the Flyers away from the cave where the Wingmaiden chief lay injured, but the Flyers had been too good: one had launched a bola at him and snared him right off Toothless’s back. He’d panicked, thinking that Toothless would crash without him, but another Singetail had swooped in and caught him too.

"You are lying," Krogan growled. "You will obey me or your dragon pays the price!" Toothless, muzzled and caged, tried to roar defiance. "I already know threatening you is useless," he continued, and whipped the spear around to strike Hiccup again, this time in the stomach. "Viggo was right. You are entirely weakened by your love for these beasts."

Hiccup gritted his teeth. Viggo had demonically fascinating intellect, and he treated outsmarting Hiccup like a game. Krogan, however, simply delighted in his objective of inflicting pain, human or draconic.

As if to prove this point, Krogan dropped the spear and seized Hiccup by the collar, thrusting him back against the cage and making his head hit the bars again. "Tell me where they are!"

Hiccup opened his mouth to spit on Krogan, and then Snotlout appeared... flying with wings of silver?

Thank u for the request!!!! I prob shouldn't be doing em at work but I don't have a lot else to do; boss makes a dollar, I make a dime, that's why I write fic on company time :3 I am havin so much fun with these!!

[serickswrites]

Make Me Your Villain: Epilogue

Master list link here (includes chapter links, summary, and character bios)

Ok friends, we made it to the end. 28 chapters. Thank you for hanging in with me. I hope you enjoyed! And this epilogue was totally self indulgent and cheesy. After hurting my feelings so royally writing this series, I needed some cheesy semi comfort. And I am fully aware this is a trope that is so saccharine it hurts my teeth. But sometimes we need it, ok.

Warnings: referenced death, referenced grief

Nova sat beneath the willow, enjoying the shade it provided from the hot summer sun. She had spent countless hours under this tree. The shadows swirled around her. “I miss you, baby,” Nova said as she leaned against the tree’s trunk.

Shadows creeped along her legs as the leaves swayed in the breeze. “I still see you everywhere. Every shadow I see you. I wish it was you. But you are here, with me.”

Chimes tinkled in the distance—Henry had designed a meditation garden for the three of them only three years ago. The sound of the chimes tinkling in the breeze soothed her now.

“I’m thirty-four today. I’m older than you ever got to be,” she added sadly. “You’ve been gone for longer than you were here in my life. Which is strange because I feel like you were in my life always. But you weren’t. And now I’ve had to live longer without you than with you.”

Her eyes pricked with tears. She wiped her cheek and continued. “Jude’s being transferred to a more secure facility. Someone else tried to kill him yesterday. Someone is always trying to kill him. I know you would say that he doesn’t deserve to be murdered, but respectfully, baby, you’re wrong. He deserves nothing but unending pain.”

“Mama!” A boy called in the distance. “Mama! Where are you?”

“He’s just like you. Or at least like what I imagine you were like, Liam. He looks like you. Except for his hair.” She touched her own hair. It was a curling shock of pink today. “He has my hair. Well, my natural hair. He’s been perfect.”

The shadows under the tree doubled. Nova looked up into a pair of pale blue eyes. Eyes the shade of the sky at dawn. Eyes that were filled joy and mirth. “Found you, Mama!”

“You did, clever boy!” Nova said as she scooped up her son and kissed his cheeks. She stared into his pale eyes, smiling as he smiled at her. “Where are you supposed to be right now, Cian?”

Cian pouted. “Uncle Henry wouldn’t let me eat the cake. I’m hungry, Mama. And it’s a big cake. Can’t I have one piece? Just one, please.”

Nova kissed his cheeks again, leaning back against the tree. “If Uncle Henry says ok, that’s ok with me. We’re not going to eat dinner until Auntie Elsie gets here later.”

Cian jumped up. He started to bound back towards the house.

“Thanks, Mama! I love you!”

“Love you, sweetheart, always and forever!”

Nova settled herself once more against the trunk of the tree. She leaned back and stared up at the branches. “You would have loved your son, Liam. He’s all the best parts of you with just a sprinkling of me. And he’s just perfect.” Nova sighed as a leaf caressed her cheek and the wind picked up. The shadows swirled around her once more and she could have sworn she heard I love you, gorgeous, in this life and the next on the breeze.

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[motherfricker]

if there are 1000 snow lover i am one of them. if there is 1 snow lover that is me. if the world is against snow i am against the world. if there are no snow lovers, i am dead

Plzplzplz ur villain whumpee writings give me life and I want morreee

omg ya ur ask 💀 no I will write it promise 😭

[bellysoupset]

can you recommend me some emeto/sickfic writers that write for female characters? it seems difficult to find some around here! haha

Yeah, definitely more difficult than finding authors for guys 😭

Okay in order of people I think write mostly female sickee to less:

@salembutnotthecat (Vanessa/Willow are AMAZING)

@wordsmithwhumpsandfluff (loads of female sickees, I'd say is a healthy 50/50 for Word? Correct me if I'm wrong)

@rebelwhump (Jasmine is her main girl, but I know Rebel is also working on a Tessa fic!)

@lisupanddown / @lisupanddowntown (Lis is in the process of moving to the second blog, but she write Noa and Logan as sickees!)

@secretobsessionstuff (All of their Blair sickfics are my everything, but Max mostly writes B as a caretaker, not sickee)

I also know @sickly-qt, @wussifer, @writing-whump and @tomato-sickfics write with girl sickees, but I think it's more sporadic!

[willie-the-tree]

Fic Writer Things & Tags

Aw thanks @nessrealta! It was fun reading your answers 💜 here are mine!

1. How did you get into writing fanfiction?

Andor. Had never read a fic in my life, let alone written one, until this show set my brain on fire and then I subsequently watched Rogue One and the Rebelcaptain brainrot took hold with a vengeance. I was like NEED MORE OF THESE CHARACTERS IMMEDIATELY AND ALSO AN ALTERNATE ENDING TO R1 and that’s when I remembered that fanfiction exists! Then, I liked the fics I was reading so much that I decided to write one myself!

That said, I always made up stories as a kid, often in my head at night to fall asleep, and often with my favorite existing characters.

2. How many fandoms have you written in?

Only Andor/Rogue One!

3. How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

1 year bb!

4. Do you read or write more fanfiction?

Read way more. When I say I check the Cassian Andor tag on AO3 every day…

5. What is one way you’ve improved as a writer?

By letting myself read and write fanfiction at all, and posting my writing on the interwebs for strangers to read. What joy.

6. What’s the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

Torture 😬 always feel sketch Googling that

7. What’s your favorite type of comment to receive on your work?

Literally any comment. And if the person liked what they read, even better!

One comment I always remember and hold dear to my heart is: “Take all the kudos. It’s a waterfall of kudos.” 🥹

8. What’s the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

I don’t think Cassian whump is fringe within the fandom, but it’s certainly fringe within the world.

9. What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

Heist/mission fics that are heavy on the plot.

10. What is the easiest type?

Characters’ feelings and inner monologues.

Hurt/comfort.

11. Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

Laptop, often in bed, after work & on weekends, Microsoft Word.

Recently wrote some on a long train ride! That was fun.

12. What is something you’ve been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

Totally got cold feet now that I’m at the whumpiest part of my current WIP. Would love to get through that and finish it.

13. What made you choose your username?

The weeping willow has always been my favorite tree. Underneath one, all things are possible.

No pressure Tagging @melyzard @cats-and-metersticks @absolutebearings @jynersq

[justonemorewallflower]

WHO/WHAT I WRITE FOR

* stranger things: nancy wheeler, robin buckley, ronance, max mayfield, mike wheeler, madwheeler, will byers, byler

* wednesday: wednesday addams, tyler galpin, wyler

* harry potter: hermione granger, draco malfoy, dramione, siruis black, remus lupin, wolfstar

* the owl house: amity, luz, lumtiy, hunter, willow, huntlow

* anne with an e: anne shirley cuthbert, gilbert blythe, shirbert

* hunger games: lucy gray baird, coriolanus snow, snowbaird

* marvel: miles morales, gwen stacy, gwiles (spiderverse only)

* battlestar galactica: kara "starbuck" thrace, lee "apollo" adama, starpollo, sam t. anders, anastasia "dee" dualla

* if you have any questions about any of my fandoms or ships, feel free to ask! i may be forgetting some or if you're just wanting to know about any ships or fandoms i haven't listed!

THINGS I WRITE

- fandoms: wednesday, stranger things, harry potter, anne with an e, hunger games, the owl house, battlestar galactica

- fandoms i'm in but don't write a lot (or write nothing) for: star wars, marvel, maze runner, how to train your dragon, disney, she-ra, gravity falls, star versus the forces of evil, carnival row, spiderverse, lord of the rings, the hobbit, chronicles of narnia, miss peregrine's home for peculiar children, ever after high, teen wolf, merlin, and heartstopper

- ships: my main four are wyler, ronance, starpollo, and dramione. but my entire list consists of those, reylo, madwheeler, byler, wolfstar, snowbaird, lumity, huntlow, starco, gwiles, and shirbert

- drabbles, blurbs, one shots, fanfics and fanfic concepts

- fluff, angst, and whump or any combination of those, etc.

not writing but i also enjoy making moodboards/aesthetics and gifsets (though i am still learning gifs)

i also enjoy compiling/making playlists!!

THINGS I WON'T WRITE

- reader inserts, just not something i'm super comfortable with

- along with reader inserts is any ocs × canon characters. i prefer to write canon characters × canon characters as it's easier for me and just my preference

- toxic/bad ships, for example: snape and hermione. and i will absolutely not write ships for characters that are related to each other or have a major age difference!!! or any weird ones like dobby × harry.

- certain tws! anything that relates to r*pe, incest, pedophilia, eating disorders, sewerslide, etc. other tws i have written before and are okay for me to write, like self-harm, suicidal thoughts, heavy angst/whump, blood/violence, etc. if you're unsure you can always ask me, or i'll let you know if i'd prefer not to write a certain topic

- crack ships, it's just not my thing as i don't really write anything that's meant to be super/only comical

- certain characters: this goes along with the toxic ships, etc. but there are certain characters i will refuse to write. an example is billy hargrove or peter petigrew. the reasons of why i won't may vary but it shall be respected regardless

- smut, i especially do not rp smut period as even for personal writing i rarely write smut and only for veryyy few ships

•••

if you have any questions about any of this feel free to comment them, pm me, or send em in asks!

[cakeinthevoid]

Shocking How Quick You Forget

Whumptober No. 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”

Cattle Prod | Shock | “You in there?” (1, 2, 3 woo!)

Content: Abuse, electrocution, non-verbal whumpee

The return of Willow! Or more so... the return to their past... A quick snippet because I'm trying to write shorter stories bc I feel like it's good to challenge myself and I think people don't like 1k near rambles lmao

Willow seized as the electric current burned through their body. 

“I’m talking to you, you in there or what?” The guards, or Tacks, as they were better known filled Willow’s cell. Each held a dull stick that hummed with electricity. It reminded them of something used on livestock—when there used to be plenty of it, anyway.

Willow breathed heavily through their nose while the lead Tack muttered to his companions. 

“You can see it in its fucking eyes, man—freak of nature, I tell ya. Bruce says to count yourself lucky if you’ve never seen it in action. Dangerous little fucker, apparently.”

“Deadly,” another Tack added, nodding.

A third Tack snorted. “Not in this state,” she said and stuck her prod out—zapping Willow in their shoulder. 

They crumpled back down, their attempt at getting up ruined, and grit their teeth through the pain.

You can kill them all, said an echo of Willow’s voice. 

Nearly all the Tacks laughed. One looked uncomfortable and spoke up.

“Maybe we shouldn’t… there’s a reason it’s five tacks minimum to enter this cell, you know.” He fidgeted with his stick, running his fingers over the different settings. 

“Conel,” the lead Tack drawled. “Are you scared?”

“N-no, sir” he stuttered.

“Good,” the lead said. Without looking, he held the stick to Willow’s back and activated it. “Because we have a job to do.”

Willow thought they might finally pass out. They hoped so, anyway, but then the lead took back the stick, and Willow was left to shudder pathetically on the concrete floor. Their breaths were coming in far too irregularly to be of use—they felt lightheaded. 

“Pick ‘em up.” Willow could only feel the rough gear scratch and scrape as they were pulled to their feet and held there; they would have fallen over otherwise. 

The lead got up in their face. Willow made eye contact with only a trace of fury. 

“You know the rules, so I ain’t gonna waste my breath,” he said in a steely tone. “Cooperate and you just might make it out alive.”

Willow always made it out alive. The day they wouldn’t would be the day they would finally be free. 

“Got it?”

Willow didn’t speak, but their mouth formed a word. 

Bastard. That was a terrible insult in their language, no?

The lead sneered viciously and shocked them right under their jaw—Willow’s head was on fire. So they were right. 

When Willow could see and feel again, they realized they were already moving out. 

Four shocks before they made it out. They could do better next time. 

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, September 11th - Part Two

[Fandom Discussions]

Parallels between Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Castiel from Supernatural by follows-the-bees

Thinking about [biting as a metaphor for sex and Willow and Spike and Xander] by icamehereformidam

btvs au where buffy & faith are rival pokemon trainers [with discussion in the replies] by lesbianmarrow

My favorite part of OAFA is not just that Tara stands up to Anya on Willow’s behalf... by cooolmonsterfighter

the early episodes of Buffy season 6 really showed how both Spike and Tara stepped up for Dawn... by aphony-cree

the training scene in potential is crazy like a fortnight ago buffy is flinching at his touch... by nicollekidman

there’s something SO specific about smg’s performance in mid season seven... around spike... by nicollekidman

spike was kidnapped otherwise not only would they have to put sex into season seven ... by nicollekidman

PIE CHART: Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer - Character: Buffy Summers by phantomstatistician

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Why don't the Scoobies face serious consequences after contributing to kicking Buffy out of her own home? updated by ILLYRIAN and DeepBlueJoy

What If: The Potentials could chose. updated by ILLYRIAN

What If: The monks made a brother? updated by TamsinValencia and burrunjor

What If: Cordelia Stayed Rich? updated by burrunjor and others

What If: Angelus had bitten Jenny? updated by burrunjor

Werewolf Hunters, Serial Killers and Psychopathy: Is Gib Cain a Mass Murderer? updated by DeepBlueJoy

The First's Plan updated by ILLYRIAN

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Did Spuffy help Buffy's Depression? updated by CHK DeWilSon

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What can a vampire's body withstand? [kinda whump-y discussion] by subject_girly4424

I wish Giles found a new love interest by Familiar_Recover8112

Revisiting Anya, ex vengeance demon by ImprovementScared157

What's your favorite moment of non-romantic intimacy? by InfiniteMehdiLove

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The song Buffy and Faith were dancing to [in Bad Girls - lyrics] by jogaforacont

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Modern songs with Buffy vibes by strexxpet

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[letstalkwhump]

Let's Talk Whump

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community! I’m Malice and I’ll be your host today. 

Today’s I’m talking whump with the amazing @lonesome–hunter!

(this blog and the recommended pieces contain NSFW and are 18+)

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump! Would you mind sharing a little about yourself?

Howdy! My name is Sarah but everyone usually calls me Lonesome. I'm an elder here in the community lol. I love thrifting, smoking pot, birdwatching and Disney World (I live so close to it). My favorite colors alternate between black, various greens and burnt orange. I truly love all animals. There's no way I could pick just one. I am particularly fond of moths, owls, elephants and exotic birds. 

I'm a big stoner goth aunt and I love connecting with people. So feel free to come talk to me anytime!

What does whump mean to you? 

It's absolutely an outlet for me. When I was a kid I couldn't figure out why I liked seeing people tied up in people's basements in movies and on TV so much but it never left my mind. Those feelings are there, the excitement. When I started writing in fifth grade I realized I could produce those feelings by writing the stories myself.

And trauma dumping through fictional people is almost therapy lol.

And how did you find the whump community? What made you want to join? 

During the first season of Supernatural I got on live journal and found other SPN communities. Then I fell down a rabbit hole that led me to whump. I finally had a word and a whole bunch of people who felt the same way which felt validating after being told I'm weird from teachers and family members.

During the pandemic I reconnected with it when I was in a dark place and really got into what everyone was doing. I thought "maybe I can do this". The rest is history.

Do you think your view on whump changed since you joined in terms of trope enjoyment or consumption style?

My view on whump has always been the same really. No one is hurting anyone and with proper warnings we can write the darker stuff some of us really enjoy.

I can't really say there are any I changed my mind over. Any trope can be good if it sucks you in with the writing. 

And your favourite whump tropes because it’s guaranteed there’ll be more than one!

 Ooh wee here we goooo lol. I dig dehumanization, whipping, sadistic whumpers, noncon, water torture, stress positions, begging. So many.

Time to share your awesome writing. Do you have a favourite piece you've written? 

So my first main series “The Devil’s Highway” has been my baby for three plus years and I’m excited to rework it now that I have more tools at my disposal. That being said, I really am proud of what I did with “Bury Me Beneath The Weeping Willow Tree”. It features some heavy TWs so be mindful of that but that almost stopped me from wanting to do it. Would showing Big Boy and Darlin’s graphic murder be too far? Probably lol. But I really dug deep in and got emotional writing it honestly. And it shows Ezra that this weird love Josiah has for me won’t protect him like he thinks it will. It didn’t work for Big Boy. Those two guys are secretly my favorite and I’m most excited about reworking that particular story.

Your imagery is deliciously brutal and creepy. I’m obsessed with it, it’s that good! Do you have a writing routine or is it more when inspiration strikes?

Definitely a night owl. I can’t focus until it’s dark out. Gotta have water and a little sweet drink to keep me focused. I tend to write when something strikes, lately it’s been extremely dry for me creatively but I’m trying to stretch my legs again and get back into it.

And do you find that it’s easier to write some things over others?

I can write the hell out of dreams, surrealism and atmosphere. That’s always been my favorite thing to do writing wise. Also death fics are fun lol.

Dialogue is my least favorite and it probably shows but can’t get better without practice.

Is there anything you're working on at the moment?

Been working on the rework of The Devil’s Highway, started a fun little prompt series about a bunch of masked men and I have another forced to fight series with slow burn romance than I’ve ever done before.

Do you have a joke or pun you would like to share to spread some smiles today?

I wish I could remember the dad joke my customer told me last night that sent me into a coughing fit but I have another one for you.

"What do you call a factory that makes okay products?" "A satisfactory."

That got a laugh out of me! Is there any writing advice you’d like to share?

Just have fun. Don’t put so much pressure on yourself and just write for yourself.

And tag your stuff!

Shout out to your favourite writing/whump blogs, bffs or people who've inspired you. We're hyping everyone one up here!!!

Oh man there's so many I could be here all day but these folks have truly helped me so much over the years and I would die for them lol

@knivestothroats, @galaxywhump, @girlsjustwannadrawwhump, @evermetnotforgotten, @redstainedsocks, @coldresolve, @whumpshaped, @whumpfigure, @ephemeral-phosphorescence, @whump-me-all-night-long, 

Anything you'd like to add?

Save Florida from Facists!

So good to have you here today, @lonesome--hunter! 

And to all you folks at home, have a whump-derful day!

[eleanor-bradstreet]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Thank you for the tags @suspendingtime, @colettebronte and @fayes-fics 💙 Following Faye's lead and answering while inebriated 😅 Saturday night fam...

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

24 thus far. I should toss LMBYA on there - I think it may be well received.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

144,232

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Bridgerton. It's the only thing that has stirred my soul to write for since I was a teenager...

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

On AO3:

Love to Spare  135

Young at Heart 128

Touch 126

A Brother's Love 122

Willow Bark 98

Tumblr notes:

Still Going 1730

Touch (my next top 5 are the Touch series at 3777 cumulatively)

Locked Out 417

Gala 395

Young At Heart 300

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely. Every single comment gets a response because that level of engagement from readers deserves celebration and recognition. It makes my heart soar.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

LOL HAVE YOU MET ME? I have something of a reputation... But if I had to pick, I'd say Number Ten and I'll Be Seeing You rank as my top angstiest endings for A & B Bridgerton respectively.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmmm. Young At Heart was for sure the fluffiest thing I've ever written. But I have a soft spot for the tooth-rotting sweetness of Two Lines and A Special Day.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Fortunately no. I haven't encountered any negativity for my fics yet. The Bridgerton fan community has been lovely.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, but I don't feel that it's my strong suit. It started just for Benophie but I have branched into x Reader. I don't think I'm great at it. I prefer to write whump and angst.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No, no real crossovers. I enjoy AUs that dip into vampire/zombie/apocalypse territory though. My friend suggested I combine my fixations and have the Bridgertons discover a portal to Middle Earth in their hedgerow 😅 Let the madness begin...

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think so. I granted permission for a fic to be translated into French.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not officially, but I have had such fun brainstorming and workshopping fic ideas with my mutuals. I wouldn't have written half as much as I have if it weren't for them.💙

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Benophie is my OTP, obvi.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

WOOF. I have 17 WIPs. I'd say the most at risk is a concept for Anthony on each of his siblings' wedding days. I have to read all the Bridgerton novels to finish this one, and that's a tall ask.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm aight at conveying emotion. Feels are kinda my game - good and bad.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing TOO much about feelings 😜 I skew verbose and can get wordy as fuck because I'm trying so hard to paint a very precise picture. I always have to remind myself to reel it in so readers aren't bogged down.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I have sprinkled some French for Benophie and Tamil for Kanthony into my stories. Just little phrases that I always research thoroughly.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First ever? X-Men 😋 I was 12. The first film came out. I was a goner for Wolverine...

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Guh, they are all like children to me. But my heart is drawn to my multichapter character stories. Let Me Be Your Anchor is the first Bridgerton fic I started writing and the only one I ever intended to. It's novel length and will be my greatest accomplishment. A Brother's Love was the first fic I actually finished and has the most soul in it IMO. Then I see Willow Bark as my most clever 'fix it' story - if the show could adopt my ideas on that one I think we'd all win 😉

Everyone I know has already been tagged so - just here to share 💙

[willowtreewhump]

Eagerly Awaited, Extremely Belated: Whump Intro! :)

Saw a bunch of Whump Intro posts cross my dash this week, so I figured maybe I should make one too! Goodness knows this blog’s been around for long enough without one, so might as well! :)

I’m 99.9% a lurker, and I’m not so good at being the first one to reach out- but I love talking to people who reach out to me, so feel free to message me anytime! :)

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Name: Tairana, Willow, or Flat. I'll answer to all 3!

Age: nearly 30 already, oof!

Mostly, I like to make whumpy art, and playing around with OCs- so if you want to yell about your OC whumpees, I want to hear about them! :)

I do like to write about my OCs as well, but I rarely ever polish it lol. So if I can ever get around to cleaning them up a bit, you may get to see it! I also LOVE crossovers and having my OCs meet others, so let’s play together in the sandbox with our characters! :)

I like a LOT of different tropes, and will read a wide variety of stuff. That said…

💚

Tropes I Like Best!

Found family, Recovery Whump, Slow Recovery, Escape AND Failed Escape, Caretaker/Whumpee, Manipulation, Self-Sacrifice, Hurt/Comfort, Semi-Immortality, Hiding Injuries, Intimate/Creepy Whumper, Choking/Strangulation, Collars & Restraints, Non-human/Shifter Whump, Supernatural Whump, Captivity/Imprisonment, Cults, Mafia/Mobsters, Exhaustion/Collapse, Wing Whump, Dub/Noncon, and way more lol.

(I don't know if I'll ever POST Dub/Noncon, but I do enjoy reading it- so if you write it, that doesn't bother me! If I do post any, you can rest assured it will be meticulously tagged!)

💛

Only in Certain Moods:

Lady Whump (not opposed to it and I have a few Lady Whumpees, I just tend to write men more), Character Death, No Whumpers (natural disasters, accidents, etc), Lab Whump (experimental type rather than medical), Pregnancy Whump (fpreg or mpreg, though I like mpreg best because it seems more distressing to me lol) (IRL pregnancy is A Big Squick, but as a whump trope it's somehow fine lol)

💔

Squicks & Dislikes:

Fingore, Eye trauma, most forms of excessive/fatal Gore, Emeto/Vomit, Cannibalism, Amputations (some leeway for this one).

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These aren’t exhaustive lists by any means, so if you’ve written something you want to share and the tropes you write DON’T show up here, that’s only because this would become one hell of a long post if I typed out EVERY trope I liked. :) So please, by all means, throw whatever you’ve got at me- I’d love to check it out!

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Now this kind of defeats the purpose lol, but I won’t be tagging anyone this time…. Mostly because I’m SUCH a lurker I wouldn’t even know who TO tag, and I don't wanna bug the friends I've already made! So if you see this, nice to officially meet you, let’s talk whump! :)

-WillowTreeWhump

[jellyfishdooter]

3. What names did they give their kid(s)? Whose idea were they?

5. How do you headcanon Stacy and Chase met? What made them fall in love initially?

9. Do you have any LGBTQIA+ headcanons for Chase and/or Stacy?

10. Do you headcanon anything else about Chase or Stacy that you don't get to talk about often?

3. In my little cluster of @jsehungergamesau brain rot that followed into personal headcanons and other AUs- Chase and Stacy have a daughter named Willow! The name was Chase's idea because he wanted their kid to be named after one of his favorite trees while keeping it gender neutral! He didn't know what they were gonna grow up to be! He wanted to be inclusive. c:

5. That they either met in highschool or college! If in highschool, they were sweethearts since their Sophomore year and they both met while being on the Track Team together (Chase did sprints and Stacy did pole-vault)! If in college, then they met up at a frat party and connected after hooking up (Chase studied film and Stacy studied business)

9. ABSOLUTELY I DO!!! Chase is a freshly discovered Enby who is trying out He/They pronouns and he's bisexual! And Stacy is more bi-curious but prefers men. Total bi-cons back before the divorce.

10. I like to write their divorce in a few different ways. Messy and hate-filled break ups are fun to write to whump scenarios, but I also enjoy the idea of them being co-parents. Where yeah maybe the divorce proceedings were super intense and kinda messy for everyone involved, but at the end of the day they figure their shit out for their daughter and Chase gets to have her over almost every weekend and certain holidays. While they don't really communicate outside of scheduling and birthday phone calls, Chase and Stacy still care about each other, to a degree. Its just they grew apart as people and their hearts went somewhere else, and they're both happier for it! Because is about 2 when they get divorced, she just sees it as normal. Getting spoiled rotten and all.