#magical whump my beloved

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I had to share a blorbo w you cause I know you’d see my vision OKAY. Whumpee. Magic whumpee.Whumpee, a magic user, is captured and kept unconscious for months via strong bliss inducing sedatives, their magic drained periodically. When discovered by a caretaker, they are frail, unconscious, and when they wake up, disoriented. Caretaker grabs them and runs but whumpee is barely conscious and not used to anything other than the temperature controlled room where everything felt hazy and safe, being jostled and put in the cold

I need someone to understand the horror, of A, delirious whumpee not understanding what’s going on, after being awake for the first time in months. B, withdrawals. C. The feeling of helplessness, shame, and weakness that comes from the experience. Plus the human trophy aspect???

Oh my LORD do I see the vision!!!

I really, really like this idea. A gilded cage, a captivity designed to be as inoffensive as possible. It feels almost more dehumanizing than your more typical captivity because it highlights how little whumpee matters outside of their magic. Whumper doesn’t even care enough to see them suffer.

Speaking of Whumper, I feel like they could be really interesting! What are their feelings towards Whumpee. Why this method?

Was it fear? A whumper who’s equally part in awe and terrified of Whumpee’s power. A whumper who sees whumpee like an exotic animal, equal parts awe-inspiring and deadly. So they use the drugs to contain whumpee, leaving them as harmless as a housecat. Defanged, harmless, safe. It’s only then, with whumpee’s body too burdened with drugs to resist, that Whumper dares to touch their prize.

Or maybe it’s out of devotion. They see whumpee as a god, something to be worshiped and coveted, something worthy of the world’s greatest comforts. And what is a greater comfort than freedom of choice? So they bind whumpee with gentle hands, testing them with the utmost care. Tending to their body with revere, keeping their mind in a blissful unconsciousness. They’re harnessing whumpee’s power as they believe their god would wish it, and whumpee doesn’t have to lift a finger.

Or maybe it’s simple efficiency. It’s just easier, logically. Whumper doesn’t care about whumpee besides their magic, and thus they reduce them to nothing but their magic. Whumpee is a battery for them, not a person. It’s simply easier to keep them drugged and compliant.

I really like thinking about the brief moments where Whumpee’s consciousness is able rise to the surface. The brief flashes of clarity between doses. Whumpee’s eyes focusing for a moment, mind only clear enough to have the vaguest notion that something is wrong. Only aware enough for their eyes to meet Whumper’s and question who they are.

It’s never enough. Their limbs are always too heavy to move, their mind too foggy to make sense of their situation. Their captor too vigilant to allow the light in their eyes to linger before snuffing it out again. Whumper’s always ready with another dose, sending bliss into Whumpee’s veins and dragging them back down.

And the rescue! I gotta tell you, I’m always here for whumpee being disoriented and drugged while being rescued. But I feel like we so often default to a confused terror, with Whumpee believing their rescuer means to harm them. I think the total opposite end of the spectrum is really underexplored!

Just! Caretaker finally finds Whumpee after spending so long searching for them. They expected them to be weak, to be hurt and terrified. They were prepared for it, as much as the thought of someone so powerful being brought so low scared them.

They don’t expect to be greeted with a smile. They don’t expect to find Whumpee blissed out of their mind, babbling nonsense with a grin and nothing behind their eyes. Whumpee barely reacts to Caretaker’s presence, gaze passing through them even as Caretaker grips their shoulders. There’s no recognition in Whumpee’s eyes. No recognition of Caretaker, no recognition of their situation. Nothing, and it makes Caretaker sick.

And I just think it’s so creepy! The contrast between the tense situation and whumpee’s response, whumpee’s sheer inability to recognize what’s happening around them. There’s no tearful reunion, no pleading, nothing that would make sense. Caretaker feels like Whumpee is miles away, even as they press Whumpee to their chest.

When it comes to the recovery, one big point sticking in my head is Whumpee’s emotional response to the whole ordeal. We gotta consider that Whumpee is a powerful magic user. They’re used to protecting others, being the one people ask for help. They likely took pride in it on some level, maybe were even a bit cocky at the power they had at their fingertips.

And now that’s just gone. Now they can’t even stand without help, muscles deteriorated after months of inactivity. They can’t go an entire day without a nap, can’t stop their hands from shaking. The magic that once came so easily to them now burns, their power still exhausted weeks after captivity.

They hate it. They hate how easily controlled they’d been. Mind clear for the first time in months, they can’t help but recall their captivity. Recall all the moments that, if only they’d been stronger, they could’ve escaped. Recall that they hadn’t wanted to escape, how they’d felt nothing but lazy, warm contentment. Tamed and leashed and controlled like some pet monster, and having been happy in their captivity. Whumpee can only look back with disgust.

It’s about the wounded pride! It’s about Whumpee experiencing fear for the first time in years, suddenly feeling so weak and vulnerable after being powerful for so long. It’s about the shame whenever they need help, whenever Caretaker looks at them with worry in their eyes.

It’s about the realization that they’re not untouchable. That it could happen again, and they might not be able to save themselves.

#excuse me while i proceed to be insane about this #whumpee #caretaker #whumper #magical whump #magical whump my beloved #an ask tag #whump #captivity whump

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A mage Whumpee who’s still learning to control their magic powers and not overexert themselves, but one day they get cocky while trying to prove themselves for some really stupid reason and pass out as a consequence, much to the concern of caretaker who knows like nothing about magic and it’s side effects

Caretaker rushing to Whumpee’s side, praying that they’re not dead, and feeling so relieved when they feel Whumpee’s pulse still going - Weak, but still going.

They gently prop them up on their lap when they notice Whumpee slowly regaining consciousness, almost crying in relief when Whumpee’s eyes flutter open.

“Whumpee? Whumpee, hey, can you hear me? What the hell was that?”

And Whumpee, still dazed and not fully there, focuses on Caretaker for a moment, before pulling the corner of their mouth up into a half grin.

“Guess you could say that was a...dizzy spell,” before closing their eyes again from exhaustion.

How Caretaker reacts is up to you.

#whump #whump prompt #whumpee #caretaker #magic whump #magical exertion #magic whumpee #unconsciousness #passing out #whimpers who don't take themselves seriously to a concerning amount my beloved #this idea stems from my oc Loki who is like this #and comes up with a dumb pun in every situation #the more unfitting the better #I meant to say whumpees not whimpers wtf #ANYWAY #working in whumptober rn B) #stay tuned #and have this #kinda #Whump meme #in the meanwhile #as my first original post in forever LMAO

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Whump Prompt List: Bioluminescence

A glowing whumpee losing their vibrant sheen as they weaken, until only a dim flickering light emits from them, barely illuminating their cold dark environment

Whumper glowing with satisfaction. Whumpee scooting back from them in fear as a vibrant tint of light passes over them, whumper approaching with a fabulously malicious idea

Bioluminescent whumpee attempting to run from their enemy, only for their own glow to give them away

Caretaker not knowing a whumpee was bioluminescent, since the light of their health was long gone. Slowly overtime whumpee seems to be positively glowing (perhaps revealing they're nonhuman)

Glowing colorful scars either due to whumpee's anatomy or whumper's magic. Whumpee has tried to hide them, but some nights, when the pain returns at its worst, it can be seen through their clothing

Blood that is bioluminescent only after leaving the body, like the old myth of human blood changing from purple/blue to red. The carnage is more than visible, even in the dark

Eyes that literally sparkle with life, growing more lifeless with each passing day, until eye contact meets the right worried soul

Back to bioluminescent scars (My beloved). Scars that still shine as bright as they were the day they were dealt. Scars finally dimming with age. A whumpee who now stands as a colorful painteresque canvas, splotched with the markings of a rainbow. Now they do their best to hide them under simply monochromatic clothes.

Watching agitated bioluminescent blood travel under whumpee's skin

#whump #whump prompt #whump prompt list #whump prompts #nonhuman whump #whump ideas #whump idea #whump scenarios #bioluminescence whump

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ur right. it wouldnt have, out in the rain and the snow. (couldnt stop thinking abt the implications)

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tw emotional whump, death

"What did the cross say?"

Helle could still hear those innocent words when they got home, feeling nostalgic in the worst possible way. It happened every year, or whenever they went to visit the grave. Sometimes twice a year, sometimes three or four times. Sometimes they spent seven nights in a row crying over the life they'd lost and couldn't even remember.

People would come up to them, then. They'd speak softly, offer tissues, ask who it is they'd lost.

"Family," they'd say, sniffling like some child.

"My condolences." "May they rest in peace." "May you find your own peace."

It was comforting enough, for the most part. But none of it had ever been as comforting as the way Beck ran off to get a couple flowers, despite him knowing what they were and knowing who the grave belonged to. It was such a genuine gesture, so pure and free of... all the malice that should've been festering inside of him. It didn't even feel like a magic-governed act, it just felt like... him.

"What did the cross say?"

"Oh, something silly."

They walked up the stairs and into one of the vacant bedrooms, mostly used to store things now. They hadn't looked at it since the last time they went to get it all fixed up, but now they felt an overwhelming urge to dig it up and stare at it for a few minutes.

There. Behind one of the boxes, covered by torn bedsheets and discarded stacks of sheet music.

Helle pulled out the wooden cross, the original one, the one they'd paid for over and over to have it preserved. It was such a stupid thing to hang on to... but they couldn't bear the thought of it being ruined by the elements outside. As the words became fainter and less legible, they realised didn't want them disappearing forever, leaving them with no connection to their past. Their parents. Whatever family they'd had.

Our beloved child.

They traced the words, wondering who had decided to put that on the cross instead of a name. Clearly, they didn't account for an amnesiac bloodsucker's need for an identity. But maybe it was better this way. A name would've meant close to nothing, a useless remnant of a long gone past they couldn't relate to. This, though... this was more. This was proof that they had been loved, once.

They sighed and put it back in its place, then walked out and closed the door behind themself. Beck couldn't even read the writing on the newest cross; maybe it was time to get an even newer one and switch it out again.

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uhhh got any prompts for an angel whumpee? maybe with a human whumper and/or demon caretaker? (sorry if this isn't specific enough i don't usually request prompts 😭)

Your wish is my command, I shall try my best 🧐 (I’m playing with different potential powers/weaknesses/celestial rules/etc.)

I feel like wing whump is a given (restrain them, injure them, pluck them, etc.)

Angel whumpee whose wings are so sensitive that mere touch can be painful

Angel whumpee crashes while flying

Angel whumpee overexerting their magical powers (MY BELOVED)

Angel whumpee who takes over a human host but the human body can’t sustain them and it starts deteriorating

Maybe a human whumper purposefully traps the Angel whumpee in their human host cause they know it won’t last long

Angel whumpee being tortured while in a human host but the Angel has never experienced pain before so it’s SO much worse

Alternatively, Angel whumpee who has a crazy high pain tolerance to the point that human whumper just tires themself out

Angel whumpee stranded on Earth alone, without their powers, utterly helpless

Demon caretaker wants to help Angel whumpee but whenever they touch each other their skin burns

Demon caretaker trying to help with their eyes closed because seeing the Angel whumpee’s wings is blinding to them

Angel whumpee falling from grace and having demon caretaker show them the ropes in hell

Angel whumpee being really reluctant to accept help from demon caretaker

Alternatively, demon caretaker being really reluctant to help Angel whumpee

What about an Angel whumpee who’s just, like… really bad at angeling? I’m not gonna elaborate on that lol

Angel whumpee who did something wrong is being punished in heaven and demon caretaker risks everything to go up there and save them

Demon whumper turned caretaker?

Human whumper doesn’t realize that whumpee is an Angel at first and when they find out they’re terrified, tripping over themself to apologize

Angel whumpee breaking free and blinding human whumper with their true form

Angel whumpee getting passed around between multiple whumpers because they heal instantly and therefore are endless fun

Demon caretaker going after human whumper for what they did to Angel whumpee

Angel whumpee actually just convincing human whumper that what they’re doing is wrong and they should stop

Demon caretaker who is usually super down for violence and torture and stuff, just not where Angel whumpee is involved

Feel free to add any others y’all can think of!

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The power of love, part 5 (steddie, stobin, steve whump fic)

Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

Eddie POV

Robin spreads out a map they’d taken from the Harringtons across the blanket on Steve’s bed. She points to their current location. 

“So, this is us. We’re away from the road but still waaay too screaming-in-your-face easy to find.” She slides her finger a few inches across the map. “This old loggers’ camp is deep in the forest and could be the perfect place to hide. However, it’s over seven miles and we might have to hike, if the track is broken up. Steve? What do you say?”

“What am I supposed to say, Robin?” Steve sits up against the pillows, arms folded. “Let’s get going.”

“It’s a loooong way for you, if we can’t drive, man,” says Eddie.

“I’m good. Jesus! Hiking is in her top ten least favourite pass times. Not mine.” Steve throws off the covers, pushes himself up. He repels Eddie’s attempt to help with a jab of his elbow then leans heavily on the wall. “When do we start?”

“Hold your horses, cowboy.” Eddie cranes over the map. “My beloved Pa had a few hideouts round this way—”

“Yeah, they must’ve been totally undiscoverable,” snarks Steve, “what with Al Munson being FOREVER IN JAIL.”

“If you’re feeling so much better, Dingus, THEN STOP BEING A BITCH.” That was Robin, now matching Steve’s glare. “Go on, Eddie. What’s your plan?”

They strike out for the logging camp that afternoon, planning to break their journey in a cave, which Eddie’s Pops had used a couple of times. They drive the first part of the trail, then set off on foot when the track gets too uneven for the Lincoln’s tyres. Most of the trail is uphill through forest. Steve, however, refuses any help, and insists on taking his share of supplies.

He says very little, walking close to Robin. She wavers between cajoling him into taking breaks, and an encouraging monologue. Eddie goes ahead, using a compass and some basic tracking skills Wayne taught him, while squinting at the hazy sun. And, obviously, he seeks the easiest path for Steve.

“You know I suck at directions, right?” he whispers to Robin, while Steve takes a ‘moment,’ sitting down. “Though I’m gonna blame Vecna—and the matter that Hawkins is now one big, fiery Upside Down doormat—for blowing the compass off.”

She bats a bug from her nose. “Ugh! If it’s any consolation, trail finding was never exactly my number one skill, either.”

“How about Captain America over there?”

“He literally never knows his left from his right.” Eddie’s rarely seen anything more loving than the look she casts Steve’s way. “I think it’s gotten harder for him. He’s had... uh, quite a few blows to the head in recent years. Never seen him like this before. I’m worried, Eddie.”

“Me too.” Eddie swipes hair from his brow, finding it slick with sweat. “Talking of Vecna-skewed compasses and Vecna in general. Should we also worry about his crazy-ass cravings for Lover’s Lake?”

“At this juncture, I’m hoping it’s all some kind of freaky coincidence.” She actually closes her eyes, as if offering up a silent prayer. “I mean, even when he’s outta his mind, Steve really, really loves swimming. On the other hand, if going near the lake actually made Steve better, and that’s why he healed so quick after his initial bat attack, then… then…  Oh shit, I don’t even want to say it.”

Their gazes lock, and Eddie knows they’re brain sharing: There’s a gate to the Upside Down in Lover’s Lake. If Steve’s somehow linked to it some evil-magic-juju fashion, then… 

“You don’t seriously think he’s flayed?” Eddie little more than mouths the words.

Robin slices up a forbidding hand, so fast Eddie fliches. “No. Not that. He can’t be. Vecna isn’t in his head—he’d tell us, right? I mean, there could be a more physical link to the Upside Down and the hive mind, like with Will at various stages, but… No, no, no. We’re catastrophising, huh?”

Eddie nods keenly, which does little to dispel his unease. On the other hand, Robin is right. Nothing about Steve’s behaviour is shouting “flayed” or whatever. Including the teeny, tiny matter of Steve bringing Eddie back from extinction, though that remains totally unexplained. Yeah, it could be simply because death happens differently in the Upside Down.

Steve hauls himself up, hugging a tree. “What we waiting for? Bears to come bite our sorry butts?”

“There are bears out here?” Robin squeaks.

“He’s kidding,” mutters Eddie. At least, Eddie hopes he is. Steve still looks dead grumpy and serious.

They make the caves by sunset. They’ve got flashlights, and Eddie and Robin could’ve pressed on through the night, but Steve blatantly can’t. As soon as they arrive, he slumps down against the rockface, curls his legs up. He presses his face to his knees and rocks himself gently.

“You sure you’re all right?” asks Eddie.

“Next person who asks me that gets punched.”

Ooookay. No change in Steve’s mood then. Robin reassures herself there are no bear scratches in the cave then heads out to scout the route for the next morning. Eddie starts unpacking the bedding and cereal.

The air in the cave is cool and thick with damp. Eddie kinda likes it anyhow. Amid the must and mould, he inhales the faintest hint of charcoal. He pictures his Pa shacked up here, also on the run. He can’t help chuckle: I tried soooo hard not to follow in your footsteps. 

Steve, meanwhile, is huddling ever more tightly in on himself.

Eddie’s tempted to light a fire, as he imagines it gets cold in caves overnight, plus it’s still only April. However, he fears the smoke, if not the flames, could billow out of the narrow entrance and be spotted from miles around. Maybe that’s where you went wrong, Daddy dearest.

“You want a blanket?” ventures Eddie, sitting down next to Steve. Not quite touching, though. “Anything to eat? C’mon, dude. We all gotta keep our strength up.”

He taps the cereal packet against Steve’s arm, startling him into looking up. The torchlight heightens the shadows beneath Steve’s cheekbones, making him look horribly pale and gaunt. Kinda ghost-like, though Eddie stifles a gasp of shock for a different reason.

Steve Harrington is crying. Though trying his darndest not to—gritting his teeth, swiping the tell-tale moisture from his cheekbones. “God! I’m beyond pathetic. No wonder everyone thinks I’m a total dud.”

Cereal cast aside, Eddie squeezes Steve’s knee then retreats like the coward he is. “What are you on about? You’re, like, the most popular guy in town.”

Steve’s scowl is angry, incredulous and broken in equal measures. “Was, man. It was all a bunch of bull, and… totally irrelevant. I mean, haven’t you seen enough? We need to move, to keep moving, to evade capture, to get ready to fight Vecna again. I can barely walk.”

“Oookay, let’s rewind and be kind, Stevie.” He gets away with that sneaky pet-name again. “You’re feeling down because you’re… I dunno, sick, hurt, tired. Where do I begin? Fact is, you’re not a superhero man, you bleed and bruise like the rest of us lesser mortals… but you are a freakin’ hero.”

Steve’s brittle laugh breaks on a sob, against which he clamps his jaw even tighter. Eddie further musters his courage and slings an arm around Steve, who tenses. Then exhaustion wins. Steve sinks sideways against Eddie and rests his head on Eddie’s shoulder.

Soon, Steve’s shuddering breaths even out. The weirdest thing is that, despite how cranky Steve’s been all afternoon, this closeness feels disarmingly natural. That said, in the past forty-eight hours, they’ve had little choice but to become… intimate. Even Eddie's fizzing nerves soon settle.

“One thing’s for sure,” says Eddie, at length. “I’m more jealous than ever. I mean, Henderson’s respect for you must’ve skyrocketed and it was excruciatingly stratospheric already. I’m just the goon you brought back from the dead.”

Steve sniffles, lifts his head from Eddie’s shoulder. “I didn’t do anything really, man. Basic CPR. I executed a move.”

“Yeeeah.” A silly grin tugs the edges of Eddie’s mouth. “With your lips, dude.” 

Steve smirks, and… Woah! Eddie spots something he’d wondered if he’d imagined several times. Including earlier, when Steve collapsed against him on the way back from the outhouse. 

That merest hint of… attraction? Of flirty fun? 

Just as Eddie decides he’s imagining it—again—that spark reaches Steve’s too-pretty, too-sad eyes, and he says: 

“That was kinda fresh of me.”

Eddie’s tongue flaps away before he can stop it: “Tell you one other thing for sure—if you'd asked permission to get all smoochey, for whatever reason, I'd have granted you a full-access backstage pass.” Then Eddie’s brain kicks in. “Aaaaaand, that was dumb. What with you being the straightest guy in the history of ever.” 

Steve’s sparkle vanishes, and he turns his face to the darkness. “Go to Hell! Why does everyone always make such massive assumptions about me?”

“You’re not straight? I mean, I assumed… You’re you. You’ve got girlie mag centerfolds in your room!”

“You’re judging me on that?” Steve ruffles his hair and groans, sounding more wearily upset than agitated. “Look, man, I’ve not changed my room since sophomore year. In case you’re missing any of the plot, I’ve had other crap going on.” 

“Yeah, but you and Wheeler! The way you look at her, and the way she looks at—”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Steve sinks his forehead to his knees again. Nevertheless, Eddie’s arm is still around him, and he’s not shrugged it off.  What’s more, it seems he does want to talk, even if it’s rambling and kinda hard to follow: 

“I've been through stuff like this before, Eddie. Getting hurt and shit, hit so hard I black out and the doctors give me all these scary warnings. It’s weird, whenever I wake after being hurt, it feels as if loads of time has passed, even if it’s only been a few minutes. I always feel… shitty, of course, but also… a bit different. It’s confusing… Probably bullshit. It’s all bullshit.”

Different. 

Eddie’s heart gives a little squeeze, which he kinda despairs of. Not before he’s given Steve a small squeeze, too. “What kind of different?”

“I dunno. Like.... this time around, I'm not so into Nance. Or maybe feeling so crappy this past day has given even my thick head perspective, and I can see it’s hopeless. I mean, I figured I was in love with Robin once, when I “came back” from being knocked out, and, of course, I do love her but... not like that. She gets me… better than I do, I guess. Talk to her if you want anything about me to make sense.” He yawns. “I’m soooo tired, man.”

Soon, Steve’s sunk so deep against Eddie, his head is in Eddie’s lap. Eddie drags a blanket up over Steve, then finds himself tentatively stroking Steve’s hair. He’s unsure if Steve is asleep or not. Either way, Steve sighs, kinda melts beneath his touch. Wherever he’s drifted off to, it seems peaceful.

Eddie tries and fails not to think on how trippy this is: I got Steve ‘King of Hawkins High’ Harrington asleep in my lap, and he just snapped at me for suggesting he was straight. 

He also tries and fails not to worry about the whole Lover’s-Lake-giving-Steve-weird-juju issue. Steve just straight-up told him he’s been through near-death experiences before and come back different. Yeah, Eddie’s cheerleading for the GOOD variety of different. However, in Hawkins, and in life in general:

Odds are stacked in the favour of BAD different, Munson. As in FLAYED different.

No. He’s not going down that path. Robin would notice anything weird about Steve, and Steve’s not acting strange. He’s just… strangely sick, though it’s not that odd, really, after all he’s been through.

Yeah, right. And My Little Pony seahorses are gonna surf in on a tsunami of petals and save the day. 

Man, it sucks being such a cynic.

He doesn’t notice Robin slip back in until she’s nearly upon them. “You two got cosy, then,” she whispers.

“I got a creeping suspicion he’s gonna break my neck in the morning for this.”

She wiggles her brows. “Oh, I dunno. His bark is totally worse than his bite.”

“I can hear you, asshats,” mumbles Steve. Robin’s brows shoot sky high. “I don’t want to be sleeping on his bony knees, but some moron forgot to bring pillows.”

Eddie strokes Steve’s hair into that warm groove behind his ear, and finally discovers he’s too tired to worry about anything much at all.

Part Six

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(also on AO3 here and as part of my steve whump fic series)

tags: @estrellami-1 (thank you, thank you, thank you!) If anybody else would like to be tagged on this fic or any of my writing, please let me know :) Reblogs, comments and likes also very much appreciated :) Thank you for reading so far.

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hi! you write ur stuff on ao3 (or at least yk.. put it there) and my question is: how. I've been wanting to write n stuff for a little while but I do Not know how to use ao3. like to the point I don't even know how to use the searches n stuff. I just click links on Tumblr and go "this is great" and hit the little button at the bottom of the page. I know absolutely Nothing about this site and I Don't know how to learn

I'm good with navigation, but I am very bad at posting. I literally accidentally made 19 drafts of the last CSD chapter I posted and had to delete them one by one. So! I'll explain navigation, and if you have a specific question on posting, I can help with that. But uh, I'm better with navigation for broad advice:

You can search by "last updated," and sometimes I do do that. But what I tend to do is I go into a fandom's tag, go into filters, and sort by "Bookmarks"

From here, you're already mostly safe to read the most beloved works if you don't have something specific you want in mind. But let's say... you suddenly really want fics with modern themes, but you don't know the tags for that. Scroll to "Other tags to include," type in "modern," and watch for what tags appear.

Okay! Cool! I want Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, so I'll press that. BUT WAIT. I want fics that don't take place in a university! What do I do?

Scroll down to "Other tags to exclude" and follow that same logic

Oh, huh... I'm not interested in smut or graphic gore... what now? Perhaps I should open "Ratings" under "Exclude" and hit "Explicit"

Extra information. Relationships tags with PersonA/PersonB with a / are romantic. PersonA & PersonB with an & are platonic

So you're good to go with this alone. Buuuuut, let's say you want some more details.

I'm tired tonight, so I'd like to read a completed work that's under 20,000 words. Here's how I'd do that, opening Word Count and Completion Status under More Options

AND THEN

There's "More Options." Even I don't have this fully down, but this can be useful if you ever need it.

So let's say, you want fluff and whump fics to come up in your search. Either or. Fics that are just fluff, alongside fics that are just whumps, alongside fics that are fluff and whumps. You would type in "fluff OR whump". Caps lock OR

But wait! This whole time, you've actually been looking for a fic you forgot the name of! But you recall that in its description, it had the words "the trees stood tall." How would you search for that? Well, put that into quotation marks. It will search for those words in that exact order.

You can combine this with OR. Like...

"the trees stood tall" OR "the meadows were golden"

Also, adding a * onto a word will... ah, I don't know how to describe this. Let's say you put in app*. Your search will bring up fics containing the words app, apples, applies, applicable, appliance, etc. Words that start with app

And maybe

Just maybe

You're asking because of the DCA, and I have a complex DCA + reader/oc search I wrote up already saved that I can link to anyone

#ask

[firapolemos05]

No devil hides beneath my bed

Part 1, Part 2

AO3 CW: nsfw (minors dni), whumper pov, past noncon, promise of future noncon, pet whump, captivity, dehumanization, sexual slavery, put on display, intimate whumper, creepy whumper, multiple whumpers, cages, restraints, ring gag, forced arousal, object insertion, overstimulation, auction, noncon touching

Tonight Scarlet hosts the Lanista Society for a special dinner event. The Champion is the coveted prize, and Ivan is honored to have been the cause of it.

Champion taglist: @emmettnet , @ostensiblyfunctional

Ivan is left marveling once again at his superior's immaculate taste.

High Martinet Matar sure knew how to throw a party.

Her guests had been greeted with the finest. A banquet of gourmet Crescentine dishes and exotic delicacies. Fresh fruits and cheeses, tender meats and fish, spiced breads and decadent sweets, aged wines from the mountain vineyards. The finest money and magic could offer.

Their venue is just as grand, perhaps more so due to its creativity. A conjured demiplane Scarlet produced specially for this affair. Ivan finds it rather ingenious.

The woman was no stranger to hosting guests at her manor; he himself had been there only last week. But she limits those meetings to no more than a few people at a time. Fewer bodies are easier to keep track of. With large parties like this, comes the ever present risk of unsavory infiltrators. The Lanista Society held members with many enemies. The uninvited in disguise or potential rivals waiting for the right moment to snoop around. Larger groups made it inconvenient to keep tabs on everyone.

The demiplane removed that risk.

No need to worry about the unwanted loose in your home if you're not bringing them to your home to begin with.

And as a bonus, the spell's design was limited only by the imagination. And a wizard of Scarlet's caliber knew fine decor.

All which was fully on display for tonight's event. It was a special occasion after all.

On one end of the chamber, seated on a raised platform, was an ornate bronze cage. Round and domed at the top like one of those old-fashioned bird cages that didn't allow room for the bird to spread its wings. However this cage was far larger, for its occupant was no bird.

Scarlet found the perfect display for the Society's beloved Champion. An advantageous maneuver given he was the subject of business this evening. If Ivan had thought he looked enticing their first meeting a week ago, Scarlet had expertly ensured that the people present now would be incapable of keeping their eyes off him.

In fact, there was already a crowd forming around the cage.

Knees spread and wrists secured above him, the Champion was giving everyone a show with his trembling body. Years of fighting had toned his muscles, and the shimmering red velvet bands only accentuated them. Scarlet must have gotten the outfit custom tailored, for it turned the tiefling's form into a canvas painted with red. Velvet strips hugging his thighs and shoulders. Flowers of beaded lace climbing from hip to collar to the small of his back. Dangling garnets mimicked the appearance of dripping blood.

Absolutely exquisite.

Scarlet had elected to keep his lower region covered, draping that same black cloth around his waist that he'd worn last time. Ivan could see the sense; what was already being shown was enough of a free sample.

The guests were permitted to touch, at least to the extent they were allowed without having to pay. And the Champion’s body was a buffet getting more attention than the actual food. Fingers traced the soft velvet, then slipped in between to caress exposed skin.

“He has the best reactions if you stroke his tail,” Ivan had informed them, and they were quick to take advantage.

The touches worked well to elicit forced pleasure, though perhaps not as much as some other things.

Scarlet couldn't allow her pet to spend the whole party glaring or growling at guests, so Ivan suggested a means to keep him occupied. Just a couple simple toys, one placed inside him and the other encircling the base of his tail where he was most sensitive. Both hidden from the guests eyes with a specially crafted belt that doubled to prevent the tiefling from making a mess of himself.

From how much he was trembling, struggling to close his legs, face flushed as he moaned around the ring gag strapped around his head, the toys were doing their job. And the guests were very much appreciating the sight. Ivan could see a number of people with their hands under their pants.

He couldn't blame them. They stood before a desperate succubus, beckoning them all with pleading huffs of breath and squirming hips. Ivan himself was imagining how pretty that face would look around his cock.

He would have to wait his turn.

Ting! Ting! Ting!

The rhythmic taps of a wine glass drew the attention of the masses to the head of the table where Scarlet stands.

“Now now, everyone. I know my pet has been an exciting treat for you all, but I do hope you help yourselves to the dessert table.”

There were more than a few bouts of embarrassed laughter. Ivan included, as he too nearly forgot to go fill up his dish.

“I'm pleased to see he has garnered such interest,” she continues. “Just a quick reminder that the bidding period ends in thirty minutes. The current highest offer stands at 2,500 platinum.”

Well, not too bad a price tag for the Champion’s first official patron (Ivan's previous night with him didn't count). And if this went to a formal auction at the end of the party, if there was still an active bidding war, that amount would likely grow.

But already, he'd be returning home tomorrow with a decent payment. In a deal that spoke wonders of her generosity, Scarlet had agreed to save a percentage of the funds for him. None of this would've happened had he not raised the suggestion to her.

Lucrative business indeed. Ivan could recognize many big names at this party. Politicians, industry tycoons, nobility, all those with plentiful riches and power. He wonders if he could convince some of them to assist him in forming a similar operation in Mężnydzik. Or perhaps a connected branch.

Those were thoughts for the future. Right now, he was enjoying the view.

The first moment the cage is clear of onlookers, Ivan walks over and reaches through the bronze bars to lift up the Champion’s head to face him. With how long he'd had his mouth held open, his chin was streaked with drool, but thankfully Ivan had the foresight to wear gloves.

“Just like I said, little devil,” he purrs, gazing into eyes that struggle to focus through the mind clouding sensations. The tiefling whines in protest as Ivan lets his other hand trail up his thigh. “I knew you'd be quite popular.”

There's a moment of clarity to the Champion’s stare. A moment he's able to fight through the tears and the unwanted stimulation and-

Oh. Well isn't that a nasty look.

Reference for the outfit here.

#whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #nsfwhump #pet whump #tw noncon #tw dehumanization #intimate whumper #creepy whumper #Narcos #Ivan Mitreski #Scarlet Matar #my ocs #Xitanae tag #my work #my writing #original #whump stuff

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🖋️ WIP Tag! 🖋️

Rules: Share the last few paragraphs you wrote!

I got tagged by two people for this actually so I'm gonna share two snippets here for fun LOL. This one is in response to the tags from @wednesdayandherhyde and @thelovelybookworm!

Here's a snippet from one of my Bad Things Happen Bingo fics (POTO obviously)!:

Raoul couldn't stop the tears from falling down his face. And it was no longer simply because he couldn't blink. The anger, the humiliation, it was too much. He hated it. He just wanted the torture to end. He had thought that the threats to his physical safety was horrible, but he was beginning to think that this humiliation was almost just as bad. “... Do you like it, vicomte?” The Phantom continued gleefully. “Do you like seeing what you have been reduced to? You are my little puppet now, my plaything. Where is the noble, heroic man who rushed into danger to save his beloved fiancé?” Raoul could feel a sob building in his throat, nearly choking him. He couldn't do anything to let it out except through more tears that streamed endlessly down his ridiculous face. He wanted out. He couldn't take this anymore. “… Where is he? Where is he?” The Phantom repeated. “That’s right. He is here, and he is now mine. And there is nothing you can do about it.”

(I think I might have posted this already before but I'm not sure, but I'll assume and hope you haven't seen this yet LOL)

And this is from my POTO Nutcracker AU fic!:

“So, really,” the nutcracker continued, laughing sheepishly. “I should be the one thanking you.” And he bowed low, placing his hat against his chest as he did so. Christine felt her ear tips turn red with pleasure. Then she looked around her. It seemed everything had magically become larger than her. “But… how is this possible?” Christine gasped, and the nutcracker looked around them as well. “Well, it seems you have shrunk,” the nutcracker said, sounding as confused as she was.

(LOL TALK ABOUT A WHIPLASH OF EMOTIONS. FLUFF/ROMANCE VS ANGST/WHUMP)

Tagging: @theragamuffininitiative @angel-with-paper-wings @brendadaaedestler @meilas @achillmango @acht-marin @nerdywriter36 @rose-red-ink @choasuqeen @catkin-morgs-kookaburralover and anyone else who wants to!

#tag games #aster's writing journey #my writings

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

It’s time for another Fic Rec List fellow humans!!!

And boy howdy do I have a LOT this time lmao. A good chunk of them are Kyle-centric, bc I, like my son Stan Marsh, have been fixated on that guy. Also there are multiple from the same authors bc I find something I like and read EVERYTHING by them.

There’s a range of pairings on this list too bc I’ll read pretty much anything (still mostly style they do be my favorite) so hopefully if u see ur favorite ship or an intriguing concept this’ll steer you to somethin u like!

Here ya go!

* (rem)ember by boxwinebaddie. Ok we all knew I was gonna start the list w this one bc I am OBSESSED!!! Style holy shit! Crimson Dawn! Mentally unstable law student Kyle! RAVEN!!! The friendships and group dynamics! Rm lives rent free in my head dude plsplspls check it out!

* Painted In Shrouds by courtanie. Y’all want some Kysterion? This is one of my favorites! And NOBODY does Kenny like this author seriously. We got espionage! We got organized crime! We got overworked cfo Kyle! We got working together to take down the bad guys! We got blood and injuries and falling in love!

* Swansong by OrcaTimes. Fair warning this made me ugly cry. No one writes Craig like OrcaTimes YALL the Cryle destroyed me and doctor Craig always slays!!! It’s a beautiful story about love and grief, just GORGEOUS!!!

* Collector by cement_shoes. WHOLESOME STYLE ONESHOT!!! Them over the years, taking care of each other, Kyle handling bugs for Stan when he’s scared of them, growing up together and the trials of being human, but with someone always on your side. This one is SO sweet and gorgeously written, and a quick read too.

* A Ballad Of True Hearts by luckypoppies. Dude we all know I’m feral about SOT Style and THIS RIGHT HERE EATS!!!!! The history, the betrayal, the FANTASY VIOLENCE AND THERES THIS FIGHT SO FAR THAT SLAYS SO HARD! Being falsely accused of treason and subsequently exiled, tasked with escorting your prince to safety, GOD you just FEEL for the boys in this (plus we got them taking care of each other like yes yes gimme that fantasy whump) the world building is AWESOME I love sot AU’s and how different authors come up w the lore!

* Behind The Wall by Jwink85. Alright this one STARTS OUT nice, and is such an accurate representation of manipulative abusive relationships. Damien man holy shit. There’s so much going on in this, and the STAN PLOT OMG (yes style I love them) Kyle and Stan reconciling, Ike is my DISTRUSTING KING, high school angst, Tweek and Kyle friendship, Kenny being an icon, and I’ve said before but I love when Kyle’s written as generally wanting to see the good in people but still fiery in his own right, this is (a lot of jwinks stuff really that’s why I like their works so much) a great example of that!

* Simply Expandable by Kivea. YO WHO ORDERED THE MOB AU!!! Dude we got private investigator Craig, rival gangs, supernatural elements and mystery, conspiracy, fucking MOB BOSS KYLE?!?!? Kyle’s a bamf in this holy shit and bodyguard Stan, (this is Cryle btw and it’s fantastic) former k2, twenny, underground fighting rings, some KICKASS gang fights and the true antagonists bro the reveal was SICK! And when I say it’s a The Gangs All Here fic, I mean EVERYONE it’s wild and such a fun read it had me on the edge of my seat!

* And The Lightning Cracks The Sky by PastorCraigEnjoyer. Yeah yeah it’s cringe to rec your own shit sue me. But like Druid prince Kyle, Smokejumper Stan, forest fires, little mermaid but in the northern rockies ass plot, OVERLY PERCEPTIVE KENNY, mutual pining, magic, my beloved injury recovery (I gotta fuck Stan up ok) (I’m the worst)(giving Kyle chronic pain who me never) falling in love and saving each other’s lives, EVIL Cartman, I LOVED WRITING THIS ONE SO FUCKING MUCH it’s truly my baby.

* A quiet place (where I can scream how I love you) by sleep2thefr33zing. Coming of age style!!! So much emotional tension dude the pining is so fucking good, the first chapter is Stan’s perspective and the second one is Kyle and it’s BEAUTIFULLY PAINFUL WHEN THEYRE BOTH DOWN BAD BUT THINK THE OTHER ISNT!!! I love them being there for each other through all the bullshit of growing up, how resonant their falling outs are, it’s just so incredibly gorgeous and you really feel their emotions along with them.

* Knives by SparrowGrim. Ok so kyman isn’t my cup of tea but I’m putting it on the list bc some people do like it and this is an OBJECTIVELY FANTASTIC STORY!!! Tbh I only clicked bc I saw that it was Kyle centric (and that injury tag what can I say I eat that shit up) but I was HOOKED! Dark urbania, gangs running the streets, THE CODE NAMES SLAY SO HARD, we also got creek bunny stendy dip, the character relations are all so cool and the plot is WILD! Also Butters Kenny Stan and Craig are so badass jesus. Not even a ship I like but I loved the story.

* Peering Through Windows by Jwink85. C’mon I gotta have another jwink on the list and this one is SO. FUCKING. GOOD. K2 has been one of my favorites lately and THIS!!! We got dark cryle (my beloved) but when I say dark I mean CRAIG IS SO DEPRAVED!!! Like dude. But the story is THRILLING and artist Kenny is so kickass, Stan is a dad I literally cried over that small detail lmfao and I love jwinks Kyles and their idealistic nature (also I’m a sucker for any artist character) this story broke my heart and mended it again it’s incredible.

* Hunger Pains by Bellweather. Ain’t nobody doin Stan like bellweather MY SWEET PRECIOUS BOY UGH!!! The style is so great omg. The main four dynamic in this is wonderful, them trying to help Kyle through his ED (damn I really do read a lot of shit where Kyle’s suffering huh) all the characters are so well fleshed out and IKE I LOVE IKE IN THIS! The chapters have individual content warnings which is a great touch. Craig having prophetic dreams! Kenny dying multiple times! Chaos! Teenage camaraderie! There’s plenty of humor to make up for the dark shit but it DOES get dark. The mystery element in the beginning is really cool too I definitely have read this one multiple times.

* Find Somebody by hypercatt. STYLE!!! Stan-centric and so so so good, I love a platonic stendy team up too. some of the senior class goes “missing” and WHEN I TELL YALL I WAS so nervous that I read it out of order to make sure everything turned out okay lmao seriously this one had me WRITHING! There’s a gorgeous analogy throughout of physical hurts as a metaphor for mental illness and healing that just SPOKE TO MY SOUL!!! And there are so many beautiful moments, especially near the end, and the message of opening up and not running from your problems is beautifully written. Another one that occupies my brain lmao.

* To Have And To Hold by courtanie. Yes this is another one where Craig is SERIOUSLY DEPRAVED but hear me out!!! The plot, like I would DIE to adapt this to the screen, you feel like you’re watching a dark kidnapping race against time when reading this. And THE K2 IN THIS HOLY FUCK!!! Another one of my favorite Kennys ever and it’s so frustrating for the reader and the characters because WE ALL KNOW WHO TOOK KYLE BUT THE COPS ARENT DOING SHIT! The ending is unbelievably satisfying and the rest of the gang teaming up is so awesome STAN AND KENNY GOING FERAL OVERPROTECTIVE I live for that. But god the shit Kyle is subjected to, but he doesn’t lose that fire (Kyle ily sry)

* When The World Shakes, Hold Me by Bellweather & Blinkxs. The world building in this is PHENOMENAL!!! Post apocalyptic stuff, survival, STYLE!!! Some serious dark themes tho this is a heartbreaking read like damn check the tags frfr but the writing is MAGNETIC!

* -South Park- Style Sickfic/ Injury Fic Requests by AlwaysInSTYLE. Alright alright we all know I love my style hurt comfort and this is a request book/ oneshot series that’s JUST Stan and Kyle taking care of each other and I LOVE IT. you’d think it would get old but it DOES NOT. they’re not repetitive at all, and really fun reads! If you check it out, tell her PCE sent you we’re homies.

* Rookie Mistakes by espyonz. I love me some stenny and BRUH STANSTERION!!! Long oneshot that had me hooked. We got gentle hearted detective Stan who truly wants to protect and serve and is out of place in a corrupt police department. KENNY AS MYSTERION we know I love that shit, and he’s so awesome in this!!! The team up of Kenny Stan and Wendy to find missing people and uncover the truth behind their disappearances is AMAZING. We got Wendy as the tech girl which is SO slay (plus she and Heidi are together asjdhdks) and Kenny is hilarious in this, like he’s such a little shit and I adore this adaptation of his superhero persona. This one dropped LAST NIGHT and I’m so glad I didn’t make a red list post until now bc THIS NEEDED TO BE ON IT!!!

* Seven Candles by courtanie. Yep another one I’m tellin u, one of the best Kenny writers out there. So uhh Kyle in a Very Bad Situation again, like some of it was really tough to read. BUT!!! We got a war between heaven and hell!!! KENNY AS A FUCKING ARCHANGEL ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!? (I live for courtanie’s overprotective kenny holy shit) this is legitimately my favorite Kenny interpretation IVE EVER READ HES SO FUCKING AWESOME!!! Plus we got satan being Done with Damien’s shit lmao and Kyle making friends with a hellhound which is fun. THE FINAL BATTLE WAS SO COOL TOO I LOST MY MIND!

* Why Remind Me by Kasen. One of the best style oneshots BRUH it’s so good with such a wholesome ending and the FEELINGS CONFESSIONS!!! The boys playing superhero, then later we got high school style and an accident that leads to a reminder of a kiss and UGH ITS SO CUTE!! Just- just read this one I love it sm.

#south park #fic recs #recommendations #recommendation list #sp fanfiction #ao3 #fanfiction #multiple pairings #style #k2 #cryle #stenny #stendy #stary #twenny #weidi #kyman #I don’t personally ship kyman but it was still a good fic #fic rec #courtanie Bellweather and Jwink85 slay ok #I live on ao3

[hurtmyfavsthanks]

We all know about magical fatigue as a whump trope for magical overuse. Now I raise you: Magical euphoria.

Magic that feels good to use. It leaves the user dizzy and lightheaded, a giddy energy rushing through their entire body. It's enough to leave the most stoic whumpee giggling madly, to make the most obedient soldier go rogue. It's a power that ultimately, inevitably, controls its user.

Mages aren’t trusted to act on their own. They can’t be, not when each spell costs them their sanity. Not when, in a daze of manic joy, they’re just as liable to destroy the enemy as their allies.

And so they need a handler.

Imagine Caretaker in this situation. Forced to watch Whumpee throw themselves into madness, to turn themselves into an unthinking weapon under the demand of some uncaring general. Having to put aside their affection for Whumpee as a person, and analyze them as a tool.

It’s Caretaker who decides when Whumpee is still fit for battle. It’s caretaker who has to look into their dazed and distant eyes, blood dripping into a too wide smile, and decide if Whumpee has anything else to give.

It’s Caretaker who decides when they’re too far gone, when Whumpee needs to stop. And if Whumpee can’t, it’s Caretaker’s job to make them stop. Even if that means using force, even if it means hurting them, because letting them run wild isn’t an option.

And when the battle’s over, when Whumpee is either led or dragged away to the medical wing, Caretaker’s the only one brave enough to tend to their injuries. They wrap bleeding, scorched fingers without a word, the only sound being Whumpee babbling, mad ramblings. Caretaker knows they won’t remember any of this. They still talk to Whumpee anyway, soft, comforting words they hope will bring Whumpee back faster.

And when whumpee’s eyes finally clear, when their body sags with exhaustion they’re just now able to feel, Caretaker feels nothing but grief, because it’ll start all over again tomorrow.

#making a delirious whumpee both needed AND dangerous my beloved #devolving into a living weapon out of need #even as it breaks caretaker's heart #whumpee #caretaker #living weapon whumpee #delirious whumpee #magical whump #whumblr #whump #my stuff #out of it whumpee

[mysticstarlightduck]

Song of Thorns - WIP Intro/WIP Wednesday

Jumping on the OPEN TAG by @little-peril-stories (here), and @kaylinalexanderbooks tag (here) because I was really inspired and wanted to give it a try! I tried to give my twist on the same format, because it was really cool!

(Also, I had been wanting an excuse to do an actual intro for this WIP for a while now, even though it's not my main one and is a much smaller side project lol)

By the way, if you like this, please reblog, it helps a lot 💕

Rules: Pick a WIP. Post something about it. On a Wednesday. Or whenever! It can be literally anything! (:

WIP INTRO - SONG OF THORNS

Title: Song of Thorns

Genre: High Fantasy/Dark Fairytale

Tags: #wip song of thorns #song of thorns

Synopsis/What Is It About?

Roselyn, a teenage girl from a backwater fishing village on the edge of the continent, moves to the kingdom's floating capital with her siblings - Jasen, her older brother and a brilliant aspiring sorcerer, and their 12-year-old younger sister, Portia - after Jasen gets a prestigious apprenticeship in the mystical city.

However, after a while, it becomes apparent that something is not what it seems in the city of legend. In fact, something is very wrong. When Jasen mysteriously disappears without a trace, trying to find out what happened reveals the true facet of the up-til-then-welcoming nobility, and gets her falsely accused of treason.

Sentenced to death for reasons she cannot understand, Roselyn finds her second chance when the royal family's youngest prince, the nephew of the King, sets her free in the middle of the night with a proposal - helping him stop the full extent of his family's schemes and save the city before it is too late.

With the help of the now-exiled prince and a couple other outcasts, Roselyn will expose the city's corruption and save her brother before it is too late. All the while she starts falling in love with the charming though lonely thief (Renn) who has stolen her heart. But with strange forces being tampered with and magic swiftly changing, time is slipping away disturbingly fast.

Tropes and Nice Stuff! (Or, a.k.a. What you can expect in this book!)

Friends to Lovers! (Renn x Roselyn, Prince Alaric x Jasen)

Eldritch horror, dark fantasy, and blood magic. The royals are basically fantasy mad scientists and it gets complicated...

The perfect city has some really fucked up secrets that nobody was supposed to find out. Ever.

Epic heists (or as I like to call it: these fools doing absolutely everything wrong but failing successfully)

Fantasy creatures, enchanted forests, a derpy giant talking cat. You name it! There are loads of peaceful sea monsters too, and some very dangerous creatures I've invented as well!

Sad, absolutely heartbreaking scenes and some goofy, silly scenes!

Goth thief who is actually very nerdy and not at all brooding.

An aro/ace druid's apprentice! A bit unhinged and admittedly clueless about the world outside, but the sweetest character ever"

An actually Good Stepmother! (Subversion of the Wicked Stepmother trope)

Enemies to Friends (that's a spoiler!)

A villain who may act childish but is actually not stupid at all and is the most threatening MF you'll ever meet

Whump! (Potentially)

Medieval/Renaissance period with a touch of Fantasy Science

A soft magic system

Siblings, family bonds, and intrigue!

Sometimes the villains kinda win and it is scary (but don't worry the heroes find a way to fight another day so it's not all doom and gloom, almost, but not.)

And more!💕

Meet The Main Cast! (The good guys)

Roselyn Lethia

A curious and opinionated teenager, Roselyn finds herself dragged into a net of intrigue, lies, and bloodied secrets after her beloved older brother suddenly goes missing without a trace, and the kingdom tries to convince her he never existed. She is kind, brave, and determined, though she can sometimes take on more than she can realistically handle, and needs to rely solely on her book-earned wits and sparse fighting skills to get through her fears. Her greatest motive is keeping her loved ones safe, but she also, deep down, yearns for some adventuring.

Prince Alaric of the Hyghsummit

Naive and slightly arrogant without realizing it, Alaric is the youngest prince of the reigning royal family. He is the nephew of the King and was largely raised by his stepmother Catallinah, a motherly but no-nonsense woman trapped in an arranged marriage to his uncle after the death of her husband, Alaric's father. Most of his other relatives from his large family consider him a weak link and most don't even bother with him at all - but Alaric is much more than the capital's "failed prince". He is a brilliant and well-read young man who has spent most of his time honing his abilities to bring down the lies of his corrupted family. He falls in love with Jasen, who became his friend after the latter started working as an apprentice to the court's High Sorcerer.

Renn Atrius

A foreign noble from beyond the royal lands, he was forced into the lifestyle of a thief from a young age, after being orphaned when his father was murdered for refusing to obey their neighboring kingdom's crown. Learning the art of disappearing into the night and taking valuables from the land that took everything from him and colonized his nation, Renn quickly became quite the nuisance for the King. But thankfully to his connection to raw blood magic, his slight vampiric abilities ensure no human soldier ever proves a real threat to him. He starts to fall in love with Roselyn, having become friends with her after trying to steal her coin purse (having mistaken her for a tourist from the capital).

Jasen Lethia

Roselyn's older brother, Jasen is a brilliant and highly ambitious student of the arcane arts. Their home village never provided much chances for his studies, but he kept practicing until he was good enough to earn a highly prestigious apprenticeship at the capital's Evocation Order. He is pragmatic, soft-spoken, and painstakingly patient, and though his studies are important to him, raising his sisters has been his top priority since their parents were killed in a bandit raid to their village when he was twelve, especially because their grandmother was too frail to really do much to raise them when she was alive. Jasen becomes close friends with Prince Alaric, who is around his age, though Jasen dismisses his own personal romantic feelings, believing that he would never be deemed worthy to love a noble and saying anything would only ruin their friendship, when in fact Alaric feels the same. Jasen went missing after discovering the truth about the King by accident.

Oriana Whisperleaf

A quirky and extremely talkative druid's apprentice, Oriana was neglected by her birth parents, who did not care for her. When she was five, she wandered into a local meadow and into the woods - no one came looking for her. She got really lost, but thankfully, she met the mysterious druidic witch who lived deep in the enchanted woods of the realm, a beautiful woman who took her in and raised her as her daughter and apprentice.

Portia Lethia

Roselyn and Jasen's youngest sister, Portia is a very quiet and often sensitive 12-year-old kid, who prefers to spend her time in the company of animals rather than people and wants to become an animal healer when she comes of age. She is smart, perceptive, and polite/well-behaved for her age, though sometimes she has a prankster streak!

Plot Points .... or not🙃 (so far, because this WIP is still early in creation)

"Peace and Quiet and All Things Nice - wait what tf is that in the water? Eh. Probably just a sea monster, it's likely nothing."

"You're saying we're going to the capital - a city literally built in the mountains floating in the sky?! Count me IN dude I am hyped!"

"Traveling. And traveling. And traveling some more. Gods, does this goddamn road ever end -? Oh, and we're there."

"Two unsupervised teenage girls explore an unknown city and shenanigans ensue. Also, meet this suspicious royal High Sorcerer dude who will mentor their older brother and is totally not gonna betray him at all. Trust me."

"Things are looking great! I'm having fun, this is nice!"

"OBLIGATORY ONE-YEAR TIME SKIP"

"I have the feeling some sus bullshit is afoot but I don't know why. And I don't know if I wanna know. Everything's fine! Right?... right?"

"BREAKING NEWS: Watch how an entire kingdom tries to gaslight a teenager!"

"...Why are there bloodstains in the castle? What are those gooey-looking branches? Oh, hell to the nah~"

"So apparently I've been arrested. That's new. They have yet to read me my rights."

"So either I'm gonna be executed or have my mind erased. That's new. How about neither? No? This is not how I saw my weekend going."

"Breaking out with the prince. I don't know which of us is more confused. We're totally not gonna die in like two days at this rate."

"Getting lost in a very cursed-looking forest and finding out that the kingdom is slowly dying. At least that druid looks friendly - if she doesn't try to kill us. Yet again."

"Meet this 100-year-old lady who looks 30. She's nice. A bit crazy though, I think, but nice? Real talk, I'm not sure if this is tea or poison, or if she knows, but I'm too concerned to ask."

"So your insane family has sent assassins to kill us? Neat. And you didn't think that was a priority to mention, why exactly..? OF COURSE IT WAS A PRIORITY YOU GILDED DIMWIT!"

"This goth mercenary guy did just try to rob me, but he did save my life, so. Plus he does look handsome in this light, ngl. Why does he look so cute, tf is wrong with me?"

"🎶And I'm never gonna sleep again, sleep again, lalala, what the eldritch hell did I just see -🎶

"Rival civilization! Finally! Pls tell me there's not an insane guild of blood sorcerers in this town my dude. I need a break desperately and I'm not sure if my sanity can handle any more - Oh thank goodness. It's just horrifying monsters beyond my wildest dreams then. I'd take that any day. How much does an inn cost here?"

"Group of dumbasses tries to pull off complicated plan. Proceeds to forget said plan halfway through and ends up improvising an entire heist. Also, that's a talking cat. Why is there a talking cat."

"Finding out your prince best friend has been in love with your older brother since they met. Pt 1"

"Not-so-Evil (actually the nicest) Stepmother jumpscares teenagers and feels bad about it. She has cookies though so that's okay though."

"The King throws a massive hissy fit, Special Edition (:"

"So. This is bad. This is bad. Thisissobad. I'm traumatized. I regret all my life choices and I think I'm going to throw up. This is so bad."

"We need a plan. A better one to be exact."

"Absolutely not! We are not breaking into that place, oh Hells no! No. Absolutely not-" (shift scenes, deadpan tone) "We broke into that place and I regret everything."

That's it so far! I'm still workshopping the ending from here (:

Playlist

Runaway - AURORA

Only Teardrops - Emmelie De Forest

Shadow - Livingston

Elan - Nightwish

Bad Feeling - Jaguar Twain

Tagging (gently, no pressure!) @kaylinalexanderbooks @littleladymab @cabbojage @lassiesandiego @little-peril-stories @oh-no-another-idea @thepeculiarbird @rickie-the-storyteller @crowandmoonwriting @steh-lar-uh-nuhs @gummybugg @forthesanityofstorytellers @doublegoblin @aalinaaaaaa @starlit-hopes-and-dreams @elshells @illarian-rambling @clairelsonao3 @conkers-thecosy @anyablackwood @diabolical-blue @cowboybrunch and OPEN TAG for anyone else who wants to do their own spin in this challenge!

#wip intro #wip in progress #writers on tumblr #writerblr #writers #my wips #character writing #writeblr #writing #my characters #my writing #wip song of thorns

[ashintheairlikesnow]

Time for Us to Leave Her

Sigh Not So | Secrets Hid Away | Shed Tears Aplenty | Fire Down Below | Rolling Down | Won't You Go My Way? | The Seas No More | The Nightingale's Song | Bones in the Ocean | For She Was Afraid | Time for Us to Leave Her |

CW: Magic whump, a kind of mind control, siren whump, reluctant whumper, creepy whumper, just like hoo boy Gilly what the fuck

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Long after the rest of the house had fallen asleep, Atabei lay awake. 

Moonlight moved slowly across the floor as she listened to her love's deep, even breathing beside her. Eliza lay on her side, face just a few inches away, and Atabei let her eyes wander over the soft curves of her cheeks and chin, the way her hair was in disarray all around her, moon-touched to give it a silver gleam, her mouth still slightly reddened from how well Bei had kissed her. 

There was something to the quality of moonlight that shone through the window, something strong and almost… purposeful. As if the moon itself was laying a gentle hand on Eliza’s cheek. Most nights, Atabei might simply be struck all over again by her wife’s beauty, but tonight…

Tonight, the strength of the moonlight was not beautiful. It was unsettling, as if it were the villain of some penny dreadful whispering, bathe her and bring her to me. 

In the bedroom next door, Sirene had been sleeping since the clock struck eight or shortly after. Atabei had read her a story about mermaids and gently fielded her questions about the strange not-a-man who had greeted her. 

Atabei knew the siren had not meant any harm - or at least she thought he hadn't - but still. It couldn’t be risked. Sirens did count human sailors amongst their favorite meals, and many a ship had gone down with all hands due to a siren’s song. A child might simply be irresistibly delicious to such a creature. 

Plus… after a year spent under Guilford’s clearly violent thumb, and as bruised and battered as he seemed to be… Atabei wouldn’t have found it surprising if the siren hated mankind enough to kill a little girl simply for being human at all, no matter how kind his greeting had been. Hell, if the girl in question hadn’t been Eliza’s own daughter, she might have understood the impulse and not really blamed him for it. 

Guilford and his creature could not stay here long. She would suggest the Hotel Dominique, close by the water in the heart of Yawnee City. If he and the siren were gone, she would sleep more easily, or at least feel able to sleep at all. 

She should have agreed with Eliza. 

Eliza had insisted the siren be put in the barn, worried it would sneak around at night. Guilford had demanded just as insistently to keep it in his own room, just down the hall. Atabei wanted it nowhere near their beloved horses and equally wanted nothing to do with the idea of such a thing only ten or fifteen feet away.

They had compromised by utilizing the old hunting-trophy room that Eliza’s late husband had been so fond of, down on the first floor and towards the other end of the house. It was the room he had died in, coughing up blood to the bitter end as Atabei and Eliza waited for her spell to finish its slow devouring of his lungs, each of them sipping from teacups and chatting gaily about the weather, pretending they didn’t know what was happening on the other side of the wall.

The trophy room was filled with the mounted heads of more than a dozen beasts the awful man had killed himself during his travels. He had boasted about them, as if he had done anything of importance and not simply shot innocent animals for sport. He didn’t even eat them.

Eliza had had the room cleaned of her husband's blood, held his wake there, and then locked the door and never opened it again. 

Atabei had stayed still while she listened to the slight, soft sounds Guilford made while preparing for sleep, and then the gentle creak when finally he climbed into the guest bed. These old homes were solid and strong, but sound traveled too well. 

Still, though, she did not sleep. 

The wind blew through the trees outside, winding its way through the attic with a gentle sound like a deep flute, notes without song. For a while, she let it lull her into a place somewhere between wakefulness and dozing, her mind finally going quiet.

Then the sound of the wind changed, seeming more and more like a voice singing a wordless but achingly slow and sad melody to accompaniment of the flute. The two songs wound around each other, harmonizing effortlessly, nature and the man made of seawater and moonlight, angelic and yet monstrous. 

Her breathing slowed.

Atabei blinked, lazily, and shifted up onto her elbows, her eyes moving without purpose over the moonbeams that lit her wife’s face, the bed, the heavy soft rug on the floor. 

The song dug deep into her mind, winding around each and every thought and turning them to its own commands. 

Stand up. 

She hummed acquiescence and slipped out of bed, straightening the soft silk bonnet she had her hair tucked into to protect her many braids from breaking, slipping on a sleeveless, long brocade housecoat over her nightgown, pulling it tight around her waist and tying the sash. She drew a simple fire spell to light a candle and carried it into the hallway, standing still with her head tilted.

“What next?” She whispered, her lips barely moving. 

Somewhere within her, a shriller sound rose, shrieking a warning, but it could not overpower her curiosity about the source of the song. 

Come to me. 

She knew where on the stairs to step to avoid the creaking in the old wood, how to keep to the shadows in case one of the servants might still be awake.

She met no one, and the closer she came to the song the quieter her thoughts became. Shadows seemed to cling to her as if trying to pull her back. She drifted in and out of moonlight, the song growing soft and then loud, like waves beating in constant time upon the shore. Unnoticed, a door opened behind her and she was followed down the stairs and across the house. 

Come to me. 

She stopped before the trophy room, with its locked, barred door. The song came from within and she stood, for just a moment, feeling as if her very lungs now moved in time with the song. It was a song of such aching perfection and loneliness that she felt tears prick at her eyes and run down over her cheeks. She blinked rapidly, reaching one hand out to lay it against the wood of the door. 

Open the door and come to me. 

The key to the room hung on a nail just outside the door and it scraped going into the lock. She was already unlocking the door before she realized she had picked it up. The discordance jolted her and she paused, hand on the doorknob, and hitched in a breath.

The melody broke apart over her head instead of sinking into her, the notes stumbling slightly, and she understood what was happening all at once. "No," She whispered, a cold wash of sheer terror down her spine.

She turned to run back up the stairs, grab Guilford, Eliza, and Sirene and run from the sound, from the song, to find somewhere too far for its music to follow them.

"Guilford," Her voice was a cry. "The siren-!"

"I know."

She gasped and froze.

Guilford stood only a few feet away.

"It’s all right, Beibei,” He said, in the same voice you might use to soothe a skittish horse. "It's quite all right."

She let out a little cry of surprise and backed up, her back hitting the door with a thump that briefly stole her breath. The key dropped to the ground with a gentle clink. 

The moon shone from behind, putting most of Guilford in shadow. His eyes, though, and the shimmer of his glasses seemed overbright and glittering, were lit as if from within him. She couldn’t seem to look away. 

He wore the same gentle smile as the little boy who had been her first friend, before either of them could even talk or walk. A face she had known all her life.

A man who had become, in only a year, an utter stranger. A face she did not know at all.

Her fingers seemed suddenly nerveless. She didn’t even notice the candle rolling on the floor now, its magicked flame winking in and out. 

"... Guilford, what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry,” Guilford said, smiling shamefaced. “I really am.” He sounded so achingly sincere. His own eyes were wet with tears. "But I can’t leave any loose ends, you see. I can't risk it. You could undo all my hard work, so... so I can't take the chance. You're coming with me."

Atabei's vision blurred as the song began again behind her. She heard the sound of the door handle turning, the soft click as it swung open. "Guilford." Her voice was a plea, fighting against the soft cotton that threatened to overtake her thoughts once more. "Gilly, please. Just ask."

"I don't think you'd agree to this," Guilford said, his voice low. “It’s awful, what I need to do, but it’s what I need to do.” 

"We are happy here." She took a step forward, voice cracking in desperation and new fear, and Guilford reached out and took her hand. He looked like a man announcing a death, so full of sympathy and love for her. "We have a good life, Guilford, Eliza and I, we have the best life either of us dreamed of, with each other-” Her voice was hitching, catching on sobs she could not let free. "We have love-"

The siren was just behind her. She could feel the warmth of him, and yet he never touched her. He only sang, pitched low, a melancholy melody that wrapped around her like ropes, that bound her as firmly as being locked in a cage. 

"Keep your love, Beibei. Keep her. I will give you a better life," Guilford replied, earnestly. As if this all was simply a regretful necessity. "When I have Eliza's money. I will give you everything. You'll come up in the world right alongside me, Beibei. We're going to be so rich."

"... Eliza's money? How, how will you-" Then she understood.

Her heart stopped.

She looked at Guilford with wide eyes and did not see her friend at all in the open avarice that stared back. "No," She said, fighting for calm. "You wouldn't. You won't."

"Yes." His voice was gentle. "I will. Don't worry, she will be happy, happier than you can imagine now, and still with you! I will never do more than hold her hand, Beibei, but I want her money and I want you with me forever. We are going to visit my mother together. Myself, my best friend, and my newlywed wife.”

"Did you... did you come here just to do this? Is that why you came to visit-"

"Of course it is, Bei. Why else?"

"No. Absolutely not.” Atabei's hands moved to draw a magical symbol, to protect herself, but the siren's tenor swelled - nearly deafening just behind her - and she stilled halfway through the symbol. The magic collapsed uncast. 

Go wake Eliza. You have such wonderful news to share.

The song was so beautiful, she thought, as she turned and walked evenly away, each step carefully placed. Eliza must hear it at once, and hear of Guilford's plan, must know all about it.  

Guilford followed behind her.

As he should, of course - they had to break the happy news to Eliza that her second husband would be much better than her first. 

-

The siren followed his captor and the woman who had allowed him to be captured up the stairs, but while they kept walking, Areyto paused just outside another room whose door was cracked open. 

He looked inside, and saw the little girl from before, shifting restlessly as the siren could not stop singing, not now, not until the deed was done. Her eyes opened in the way of the young, who must swim up out of sleep as if from a deep, dark pool. He watched her realize there was a song, and her eyes widen… before she exhaled, and the song sunk into her. She sat still, waiting for commands.

His captor, the siren thought, could not ever be trusted with children. The young were too easy to do harm to, and his captor enjoyed causing harm. Areyto, who felt no pity for the other humans who had forced him into this position and who had rejected him with such disgust, felt himself soften at the idea of the little girl having to face the captor’s anger like he did.

His eyes went back to the other door, knowing his captor and the two women were inside, talking over something that would have been a horror twenty minutes ago but was now their dreams come true, and then he… changed some things, only for the little girl. 

Another thing that his master had not forbidden him, another way he could work around the edges of this awful imprisonment in his own skin. Small, slim, mean little triumphs that meant everything when they were the only triumphs he had.

He made his voice gentle, but resolate, within the child's mind.

Sirene, run. There is a man here who will kill you if he sees you. You must run and run and run and never come back here. Run far, to the city. Find a family and tell them there was a fire and you were the only one to make it out, but all you remember is your first name. Leave this behind, and remember it only in dreams. 

Remember that there is a siren caged by this man who did not want the same for you. 

The little girl sat up in bed with wide, terrified eyes. For one single second, she and the siren looked directly at each other. She was too young to understand, and yet something in her small round face seemed determined and resolute. She grabbed her favorite doll and inched her way off the bed before she ran, her feet pattering rapidly down the stairs as she fled for the door.

She was already weeping, before she made it outside.

Areyto felt a pain in his chest, at the sight of it, but this was better than what could come of letting his captor have power over something small and helpless. 

Run, the siren urged. Run as fast as you can. Don't look back. 

Guilford reappeared at the bedroom door. "Did you hear something? Did the front door just open?"

Areyto swallowed around the painful bruising of his throat, turning back to meet the wicked man’s eyes with his own flat and emotionless. "The child, master.”

“What about her?”

Areyto inhaled. "I told her to jump into the pond," He said, lying like oil, smooth and slick, utterly believable. "She will drown. There will be no one to steal your money after the wedding."

Guilford nodded, mollified by the mention of riches and utterly uncaring of the suggestion that the siren had sent the girl to a terrifying death in the water. He glanced back over his shoulder at the two women, who now looked at him with adoration, and winced. It wasn't guilt, the siren thought. The man seemed incapable of feeling it. But... maybe something like irritation at the inconvenience. "Make them forget her, then. Atabei and this Eliza. Make them forget the child. I don't want them to be sad, or to grieve. I can give them that, at least. Call it a wedding gift.”

"Yes, master," The siren said. He wondered what mother would think it a gift to be forced to forget their own young, but maybe humans were all cruel to children in some way. He moved obediently into the bedroom, to sing forgetting into the minds of the women, in the hopes that he could save the little girl from a life that might be too close to his own. 

In his most secret thoughts he hoped that Sirene, the child whose name echoed his own being, would find some other life to live. A better life, perhaps one without a big house but also without his captor. He could do that single mercy for the child who had said hello to him, a child named after his people. 

After a lifetime of feeding on human lives, it was strange to make the choice to save one. 

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@whumptober 2023, prompt 23: Shadows

#whump #whumptober2023 #no. 23 #shadows #captivity #multiple whumpees #mind control #siren whump #nonhuman whump #siren #monster whump #kind of? #creepy whumper #sadistic whumper #defiant whumpee #whump writing #fantasy writing #fantasy world #original fantasy #magic whump #magical whump

[my-jokes-are-my-armour]

My witcher fics general masterpost

Here are all stories dispatched by ship. As most of my fic are mature because of the subjects (depression, suicidal thoughts, mourning process...) and the whump, I will go the other way around and put the 🌸 tag for the light fics. Note that warnings are also in the stories for each chapter.

Fics are post on ffnet and here on tumblr for the microfictions.

[Edit] I have an ao3 account now but I am not sure what to do with it so I will put the links when available there too.

Geraskier

The Muse Saga masterpost [x]

Pears [ffnet][ao3] : OS. 1.7k words. Whump. Geralt and Jaskier are taken prisoner and have a rough time but they have a little moment to chat a little bit. Geralt will learn a thing or two. [Mixed POV]

Microfictions :

Friend [x] : After the moutains [Geralt POV]

Don't abandon me [x] : Alternate ending. Jaskier has heard after the battle of Kaer Morhen [Jaskier POV]

Last thoughts [x] : Alternate ending. Rience finishes him off [Jaskier POV]

Radskier

If I have the courage to publish more of it some day, this will go there. I try to make it happen creating this category. But due to certain things I have destroyed all remaining notes for the stories I had written for them. So that's all that's left at the moment.

Wild Blue : [ao3 series link]

Trapped [ffnet]: OS. 1.6k words. Hidden between the red roses, a wild blue flower grows. [Radovid POV]

Thorns [ffnet] : Multichapter (9). 35.9k words. Strong whump. Radovid and Jaskier are linked through their dreams. The new king of Redania witnesses the doom fate of his lover and has to find a way to help him get through some terrible wounds - physical as much as emotional. [Multi POV]

You can find every chapter with their specific warnings under the # wild blue of this post.

Microfictions :

My beloved king [x] : AU (kinda). Someone is jealous of Radovid love for Jaskier. [That guy in the back POV]

Mixed

This can be multiship or no precise ship at all.

Oxymoron [ffnet] [ao3] : Multichapter (in progress - 75k word for the moment). Quite heavy - Whump physical and emotional. The Continent has long forgotten magic and monsters. Those are for books and legends only. Yet some still believe in it and witchers are still in activity. Geralt, one of the last, knows that monsters have just adapted to the human world and hides even in the biggest cities. One day, he meets a young man playing in a bar on the road and his life is changed. - [Modern AU][Geralt POV]

Microfictions :

Vespula's logs - part 1 : [x] Vespula's notes on Jaskier's muses. 🌸

#masterpost #my fanfictions #the witcher #geraskier #radskier #muse saga #wild blue

[rainysflowers]

Tosses this out into the eather for the most niche audience I could think of. *NYEAH!!*

After seeing the lovely @species-whump-weekly and waiting excitedly for their Demon prompt list for the purposes of using them against my favorite Mazoku, I decided that it would be fun to do something similar. Therefore, I'd like to offer to you, the whump and Slayers community...

Mazoku Whump Week!!

This is the perfect opportunity to take your beloved Mazoku, be them canon or original, and beat them up (maybe comfort them too) for the world to see! What fun ^^ If this does interest you, please look under the cut for more info and prompts!! If not, then have a lovely day!!

CWs/TWS: Themes of Hurt/Pain, Dehumanization of Non-Humans, Neglect, and Similar Content

ALSO I feel that upon farther community interaction that I should mention to PLEASE write out/tag your entries with content & trigger warnings and the characters involved as to not offend/trigger anyone who may come across it without interest in said character/content!!

Personally, I like to give a general overview of what content is in the media much like my CWs/TWs above, then also add on SPESIFIC tags for worse things like Major Character Death, and finally PLEASE SPESIFY which character you'll be hurting in the media!!

Now, I call it a week because that's the way i formatted it, but there's no timeframe and there's no start date. I just made it for fun and my own enjoyment ^^ All I ask is that you please tag me in whatever you choose to create [Writing, art, GIFs, ect]:)) You totally don't have to be a part of either community to participate, I just made this for Slayers fans specifically because I love that anime <3 They are also more so anime-based, than light novel-based, as a side note.

Prompts are formatted as a single master-prompt, something that sets the theme for the sub-prompts under it, and three sub-prompts that you can write one, two, or all three of!! There are also seven alternative prompts that follow the same general theme of the master-prompts (I.E. alternative prompt one (1) has the same theme as master-prompt one (1) and so forth). !!! Two alternative prompts are based on my personal headcannons, but those are labeled as such, and do not have to be used !!!

Here is the prompt list:

01) Summoned.

1] I’ll Treat You Like My Pet/Dehumanization

2] Defiance/Defiant Whumpee* (*Whumpee refers to the character who is in pain, which is in this case the Mazoku of your choice)

3] Terms and Conditions

02) Used.

1] Losing Control

2] Astral Wound/Pain

3] Magical Exhaustion

03) Misunderstood.

1] Kindness Makes the World Go Round

2] Starvation

3] Botched Shapeshifting

04) Betrayed.

1] Backstabbed

2] Found Out

3] Ritual Sacrifice

05) Returned.

1] Uncaring Master

2] Can’t Go Back

3] Demonic Punishment

06) Inherited.

1] Immortality

2] Bleeding Black

3] Ingrained Morality

07) History.

1] Scars

2] War Never Changes

3] Falling Comrades

Alternative Prompts

1] Orihalcon Restraints/Weapons (Based on a headcanon where the metal Orihalcon is able to suppress the Mazoku's ability to either return to the Astral Plane or negates their ability to be impervious to physical wounds in the real world.)

2] Reluctant Caretaker

3] Presumed Dead (Based on a headcanon where if a Mazoku is injured enough, they must ditch their assumed form to return to the Astral Plane, leaving them looking like a corpse in the Human World.)

4] “I can’t believe I trusted you.”

5] Assassination (Attempts)

6] “I thought that you couldn’t love?”

7] Survivor’s Guilt

Here is the Prompt List in a Google Doc:

Thank you so much for checking out this post, sorry for the crappiness lol, I just wanted to share some stuff. Ill be back sooner or later, and if you have any questions, please send them on in ^^ luv yall with the strength of a thousand suns <3 Have a good day, night, and whatever else!!

#🌧op #🌧opwriting #whump #whump community #whump event #whump prompts #slayers #the slayers #Writing #Writing Prompts #I hate tagging things

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

Fandom: DC Titans

Title: I loved, and I loved, and I lost you

Pairings/Relationships: Dick Grayson & Rachel Roth, Dickkory, Graysonfam

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Archive Warnings: Major Character Death

Summary:

After everything they've been through, he never thought the way any one of them goes would end up being so... ordinary. It's cruel to think like that. It's a tragedy. A single event that left his life in pieces. There is nothing ordinary about it. And yet… It wasn't some fucked-up criminal with a blown-up agenda. No demon from Hell, no witch, no evil organization. There was no magic or advanced technology involved. All it took was a stupid, drunk jock who couldn't take no for an answer. The thought makes Dick want to punch holes in concrete walls.

My comeback was supposed to be fun and sweet and a little spicy, not..... whump. It wasn't supposed to turn into the heaviest angst I have ever written. But I guess I had to process some stuff first and this is a result of that. How to grieve a beloved show? Kill your fav character and put her dad through five stages of grief, I guess 😅 My thoughts on writing Titans have been real messy recently. A constant loop of I want to write them 'cause I miss them but I don't really feel the desire to write them which makes me sad but I really want to write them but what's even the point and I don't have ideas, well I do but should I even bother with them and so on. Until yesterday when this monster hit me and had me sobbing on the floor, which hasn't happened in a really long time. I took it as a good sign and started writing.

And you know what? It hurt like a bitch but hell if it didn't feel good to be back in that saddle.

Enjoy and have a little cry with me.

Anyone still out here? @ambeauty @wonderbatwayne @undertheknightwing @escapism-through-imagination @meetmeunderthestarrynight @legendsofentity @graysonfamfan2021 @therunaway-writer

#dc titans #titans #tv: titans #titans season 4 #dick grayson #rachel roth #kory anders #garfield logan #donna troy #tim drake #conner kent #mar'i grayson #graysonfam #dickkory #dickkorymar'i #titans fic