#as opposed to just pure whump

[pjohoo-reclists]

Percy Jackson/Thalia Grace Fic Recs

Request: Any good Percy/Thalia or Percy/Artemis fanfictions?

Here's a few Percy/Thalia fics. Some of them also have Percy/Artemis. I'll post another list that focuses on Percy/Artemis.

i'm shy, i'm anxious, i'm drunk by combatwombat14

G | 600 words | Complete

Percy Jackson/Thalia Grace

Mutual Pining, Drunken Flirting, Drunken Shenanigans

Thalia Grace is so damn breathtaking. Percy is drunk, Thalia's shy and Annabeth is fed up with all this flirting. It's a pain, then, that flirting is probably the most fun part of their relationship, and they're not going to stop anytime soon. Inspired by 'Dionysus' by The Buttertones.

Him & Thalia by Inglorious_Anthem

T | 600 words | Complete

Percy Jackson/Thalia Grace, Percy Jackson & Thalia Grace

Kissing, Camp Half Blood, Intimacy

Percy and Thalia, sharing a bed, in his cabin, where intimacy is concerned.

Kelp and Pinecones by PierceTheVeils

G | 800 words | Complete

Percy Jackson/Thalia Grace

Fast Food, Banter, Male-Female Friendship

When you're on a scouting mission and lose your entire food supply to monsters, what is the only logical thing to do? Stop for cheeseburgers, of course!

no ragrets by advictorem

T | 800 words | Complete

Percy Jackson/Thalia Grace

Tattoos, One Shot, Alternate Universe - High School

They weren't like most of the couples that surrounded them at school. Impulsive, careless, free-spirited assholes.

Until the morning comes I'll forget about our life by Laslus

M | 2.5k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Thalia Grace

Implied/Referenced Underage Drinking, Confused Teenagers, Late Night Conversations

When Percy goes to talk to Thalia in the car in The Titan's curse, he doesn't ask about Luke.

the death needs the breath (the grave needs you there) by spryzzi_xxed

M | 4.7k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Thalia Grace

Dark Thalia Grace, Mental Breakdown, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Even without her spear in her hand, Thalia was a weapon all on her own. She let out a feral scream, hands wrapping around his throat, and Luke could only watch in absolute terror and awe as lightning fell from the sky, encasing both of them in the bright light of electricity. It pulsed through Thalia’s body, lighting up her veins, and the last thing Luke saw before pure lightning destroyed him from the inside out was Thalia’s eyes, a glowing yellow-white, like the light from a storm. ~ Whump fic; possibly a prequel to a longer storyline of Thalia v. Olympus

No Greener Day by DeadDredd

T | 4.9k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Thalia Grace

Punk Percy Jackson, Punk Thalia Grace, Alternate Universe - Mortal

Punk!Perlia, mortal au. Thalia reuniting with Percy went right in so many places. She got to fix her biggest mistake and start a new journey, the music might have helped just a little bit. Punk music, bringing people together since the ’70s.

A Snowy Romance Collection by Kingdom_Melody

T | 10k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Thalia Grace

Memory Loss, Hunters of Artemis

4 One-shots from my A Snowy Romance collection focusing on Percy/Thalia. Set during different time periods (Titans Curse, post TLO but Pre TLH, and SoN)

A Romans Reprisal by JoeFromLegal

T | 14k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Thalia Grace

Roman Percy Jackson, Titans, Friendship

Neptune, he doesn't have the best image in New Rome. When Percy sees this, already being exposed to the cruelty of Rome, decides to take the matter into his own hands and get his father his honor back. But when New Rome, a city implemented by the gods, refuses to respect Neptune, who does Percy go to? Those that oppose them of course.

His Pain, His Love by The_Prophesied

G | 23k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Thalia Grace, Annabeth Chase/Leo

Romance, Pining, Happy Ending

He knew. Ever since he had stared into those captivating electric-blue eyes, he knew his heart was now in her hands forever. But how far would he have to go for her to return those feelings, that is, if she ever did?

Snowfall by spryzzi_xxed

T | 50k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Thalia Grace, Percy Jackson & Thalia Grace

Teen Romance, Camp Half Blood, Friendship/Love

Seeing Thalia Grace in a dress was not something Percy thought he would ever see. Then again, everyone dressed up fancy for the New Years party that Chiron decided Camp Half-Blood would be hosting. Percy probably would've been laughing at her if she hadn't looked so . . . alluring. Book one of Five Seasons Quintet. Completed!

Percy Jackson and The Game by orphan_account

M | 72k+ | Ongoing as of 26/03/19.

Percy Jackson/Thalia Grace, Percy Jackson/Artemis

Slow Burn, OP Percy Jackson, Gamer Powers

Percy didn’t believe in the gods so he insulted them and gets put under the thumb of the fates in return for some pretty sick powers. Or Percy insults the fates and gets gamer powers. Wait what?!

Percy Jackson and The Game by Maxtori

M | 110k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Thalia Grace

Overpowered Percy Jackson, Gamer Percy Jackson

Percy is given the gift of the Gamer turning his life into a video game with levels, dungeons and skill points. Now Percy, armed with this amazing ability, sets out to prove himself to the world of the gods and humans by becoming the best at he can be and fulfilling his destiny. And eventually maybe even find love.

Restoration Of The Saviour by DeadDredd

T | 118k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Artemis, Percy Jackson/Thalia Grace

Chaos (Percy Jackson), BAMF Percy Jackson, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Pain and betrayal. That's all he thought of when he fell, but he was saved and given a better purpose as a warrior and an assassin of the creator. Centuries later he is back to save the only people who stood by him from a fate worse than death. A few more years later and he's back with his family this time and he has the loves of his life backing him.

The Dawn of Heroes by AgeOfHemitheos

T | 183k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Thalia Grace

Ancient Greece AU, Action/Adventure, Friends to Lovers

An ancient darkness. A land divided. Long gone was the Age of Heroes. The gods and their children feared and revered, perhaps, but more myth than reality. The Age of Men, however, was not one prepared for the enemy. But when darkness gathers, so does the light. Nestled in mountains, villages, and an invisible city. Bear witness to the Dawn of Heroes.

The Dissonant Notes Of Fate by TripleHomicide

T | 220k | Complete

Percy Jackson/Thalia Grace, Luke Castellan & Annabeth Chase & Thalia Grace

Percy as a titan, Badass Thalia, The Second Titan War

He was ridiculed. He was cursed. He was locked away. And then he was forgotten. Perseus the youngest son of Gaea was cursed by the gods and exiled to the Island of Ogygia for aiding the Titans in the First Titan war. With the Titans rising again, he is needed to bring Olympus to it's knees. But can a certain blue eyed daughter of Zeus change his perspective of things?

#percy jackson #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #rec list #hoo #rrverse #ao3 #heroes of olympus #rick riodan #Percy Jackson x thalia grace #thalia grace #artemis #greek gods #hunters of artemis #percy x artemis #perlia

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

Hiya!

I just wanted to toss my hat into the ring with the whole "sexism in whump" thing. I definitely agree that there is a certain level of sexism. But it's more nuanced than that, and I think saying the writers of whump are sexist and calling it a day is doing a huge disservice to the issue as a whole.

I think the main thing with having majority male characters is mainly the society that we live in, ie a patriarchal society. We already more often have women being victims of assault than men, so in these fantasy situations, it's fun and empowering to turn the tables, and more to the point, it feels safer BECAUSE you're "punching up" at the overpowered opposing team instead of punching across or down.

Then there's the point that men generally also aren't allowed to feel/show emotion, so there's a certain something about making men show emotions and exploring those characters in a safe environment, because the media we consume and the men we interact with on a day to day basis just don't share that kind of emotion.

Then ofc, you gotta mention the attraction/sexuality aspect of it too. This is purely anecdotal, but a good chunk of my whumper friends I know are sexually/romantically attracted to men (if not exclusively, then mostly). So a lot of the time they like to see men in these roles simply bc its attractive. I myself like mostly men, and I will admit, I do find it very attractive when theyre beaten bloody and bruised, and less so for women. I like having the women be in more powerful positions most of the time. Though I do have female whumpee and whumper characters bc I like to have variety (my worst whumper in my main story is a woman, in fact), so I might not be the best example.

Lastly, I also think the media we consume is contributing to it (here is where the sexism you mentioned comes back in). Most of the books we read, the media we consume, has a male main character, and if the main character is female, generally shes female for a reason, and its something that plays a predominant role in the story. Very rarely can a female character be an everyman character (every"man") because just the point of her being a woman make her unique. Not all the time, of course, and I definitely don't agree with this, but it's just what I've observed in media. We're getting better about it, but it's definitely still present.

Then when there is a female main character, more often than not she has a male love interest, or is written under the "male gaze" which is a whole different beast that needs to be tackled, but safe to say that turns a lot of readers and writers off bc she only exists as a plot device. Or worse, a sex object. People in this community (generally) dont want to turn women into objects a much as they do men bc women are already objects so often mainstream media, and they know the negative effects of that.

So what do you do when you have all the female character you read about or see in media are annoying, plot devices, or just give you the ick bc they're written under the male gaze? You don't include them.

You're taught that a male is what's interesting, the only type of person that can be "just some guy". So if you want some guy, subconsciously, before you even write them, they're going to be male by default.

This is ofc a *huge* overgeneralization of media and people who write/consume whump, and I place no blame on any individual or smaller group. This is a whole whump community thing. I fall victim to all this as well, and I think all that I've written out above is largely, if not wholly subconscious anyway.

So in conclusion, we live in a society (that's dominated by men, so we want to violence men both bc its what we consume more often than not anyway, and also bc we're angry at the men that control the society and make everything worse for women, and we don't want to be Like Them™).

((Was this too long? Idk, I still didn't get in everything I wanted to say but it's already so long lol. I love group psychology so this was definitely more of a special interest ramble more than anything else.))

-- @whumble-beeee

Very well thought out and interesting takes! I absolutely agree with a lot of these, especially when it comes to unintentionally but subconsciously excluding the creation of female characters because we've been almost conditioned to think of them as these boring, 2D characters that add no value to a story, not like beloved Male Side Character #3 who has 10 pages of fanfics on AO3.

I do just have to throw this out here that it's kind of wild to me out of every batshit comment I've made, it's the lady whump one that made everyone stop and go "erm, actually!!". Which I guess I should have seen coming since the one time I posted about my discovery of the "whump discourse" tag and took a gander, 70% of it was about the schematics lady whump, soooooooooo...🎶just my observation🎶

Anyways -- y'all are 100% entitled to whatever opinion you have on this, whether it agrees or disagrees with mine. I have put my little thoughts about it out into the world as one does, and you are welcome to reblog it absolutely trashing on it or giving full support. I am going to stop responding to the asks and such though regardless because I'm sure everyone else is tired of seeing it on their dash (of course, unfollow and block buttons are free to use also). Some of y'all make really good points and I fully think you should expand on them on your own blogs rather than trying to write essay-length back and forth's with myself or each other through my askbox lmao.

And just remember: We are little freak nobodies in a niche corner or a niche website. You don't have to like my opinions. I don't have to like yours. Sometimes we need to stop and think "is this worth the energy?"

#ask #whumble-beeee #and so ends another chapter of thrilling tales #to think this all started because of one little throwaway line on a simp post about femmes

[castielcommunism]

the only good fics i've ever read that touch on dean wrt sexual trauma has to do with his abandonment issues and desire for intimacy. it's not a hc i'm necessarily opposed to, but the sex work ones are always pure "whump" never studies or neutral retellings

yeah like I’m not saying it can’t be done well or that it’s a topic that’s inherently off limits, just that broader fandom discussion about it has given me very little faith in fics exploring it lol

#asks #i just tend to avoid those fics in general yanno

[anotherhumanpet]

Get To Know The Mun

-----The Basics!----

Name: Madmud or (more commonly) Mud Pronouns: She/Her. They/Them is cool if you don’t know/are unsure, but I am definitely a She/Her so... use it please. Zodiac: Cancer Single/Taken: Single

-----Three Facts!----

I live on a farm and we use to butcher our own sheep for cheaper meat. Because of this, lamb became one of my favorites to eat and I froth at the price of it in grocery stores.

I also grew up with my dad taking grocery bags full of apples, peaches, and cherries off the trucks he drove for work, and thus became spoiled with free fruit so I also froth at the price of them in grocery stores.

I live and grew up in a desert climate, but would give anything to live in a more rainy one.

------Experience!-----

Platforms Used: GaiaOnline forums & guilds & DMs (previously), Guild Wars DMs (previously), RuneScape DMs (previously), Tumblr (current), Skype (previously), Discord (current) Plotting/Winging It/Memes: I like plotting but I don’t think I’m good at it most of the time, so it can take me a while to come up with something I feel is presentable. That, or I just start to feel bad because I tend to get too focused on my own characters when I should be offering something for everyone. Winging it is good too. It’s how most of my RPing goes these days because it makes for good in-between plot content and, if the stars align, could very well lead into a plot of its own making! Memes are great starters too. As good as any sentence/lyric starter I see floating around.

------Muse Preference!-----

Gender: I couldn’t give a shit. I write what/who speaks to me. Multi or Single: I generally keep my blogs single muse focused with sprinkles of NPCs to fill in some small roles as I need them. Jaden’s my only case of “broke out of the NPC status and became a full fledged character on their own” but I will not move him onto his own blog because there’s so much of his content here that I’d hate to disconnect him from it. Least Favorite Faceclaim(s): I generally don’t care who/what a person uses because we all see our muses how we see them and that’s that. But I definitely dislike face claims that are EXCEPTIONALLY gorgeous/sexy, or who do the freaking blank-face-expressionless model staring. The former is just a major turn off to me because I always get the sense that I’m supposed to automatically find this face claim (and thus the muse) attractive and I spitefully won’t, and the latter just peeves me because I personally like to use face claims and icons for examples of expression, so the sheer lack of expression defeats the whole purpose of everything to me.

------Fluff/Angst/Smut!-----

Fluff: I'm down for it but easily bored by it too since it often calls for everything to be feel-good, wholesome, pure, and just perfectly amazing the whole ride, which rapidly exhausts me. I like slice of life a little more. It’s less performative and can lead into whacky situations, which are very entertaining to me. Angst: Love it, but I’m also extremely picky about it. I do not like characters that are plagued by constant (or near constant) hardship/angst and I do not enjoy having anything/everything turned into a matter of angst. And I’ll admit I can be bad about the latter point so I don’t have much room to talk, but my god. Smut: I’m not opposed to it... with my shipping partners. Anyone else, no. Don’t even try it and don’t bother approaching if that’s all you want/write. I’m not into it. BONUS Shipping: I’m open to it but I generally prefer to ship with the partners and-or friends I feel comfortable and close with. I’m also a bit of a freak and can’t do 0-to-60 shipping. You open the gate with “okay so our muses are in love and this is how mine would say ‘I love you’ first to yours” I’m dipping because I need a feel for how our characters interact before I can even begin to speculate on how their relationship will be. BONUS Whump: See the attached image. (Follows a similar vibe to angst though; Too much of it all at once and I’m out.)

#Munday

[sadcatjae]

I posted 179 times in 2022

That's 104 more posts than 2021!

47 posts created (26%)

132 posts reblogged (74%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@whumpwillow

@whump-cravings

@whumpsday

@verkja

@whumpinggrounds

I tagged 129 of my posts in 2022

Only 28% of my posts had no tags

#whump - 75 posts

#reblog - 48 posts

#whump writing - 39 posts

#whump prompt - 22 posts

#villain whumpee - 21 posts

#villain whump - 20 posts

#whump prompts - 13 posts

#whump art - 10 posts

#asksadcatjae - 10 posts

#writing - 10 posts

Longest Tag: 80 characters

#kasin doesnt know anything about trauma or panic attacks or mental health things

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Has anyone seen Jamie Muscato's JD in the Heathers musical?! Ohmyfuck???? The sheer detail and thought he put into his characterisation of JD is incredible (also his voice!!!!!). He very portrays JD very convincingly as an abused character (like he flinches whenever Veronica touches him and he shrinks into himself when his father is around for eg). And of course his unhinged moments are incredible, as well as his awkward and goofy moments. Hes turned jd into this multifaceted person who has a history and a psyche, which is the mark of a very skilled actor. Oh, and he doesn't ease up on JD's toxicity either. He goes all out in his villainy, oppressing veronica with menacing body language and getting right up into her face whenever he loses control. I'm definitely doing a gifset today (purely self indulgent but look it's also kinda whumpy so..)

61 notes - Posted September 19, 2022

#4

The way I see the Villain x Hero dynamic is that it's literally Everything. As in, their relationship is Everything.

It's all-encompassing. All consuming. The way they perceive each other isn't the same as they do their allies or minor nemeses. Allies make them feel safe, neutral, and calm. Minor nemeses are just obstacles they just overcome to reach their goal. Their Mortal Enemy on the other hand, they are the goal. They drive them to the edges of sanity, to the edges of humanity, to the edges of themselves.

Hatred is obsessive, dangerous, maddening. Its the other side of the coin to love, but sometimes even love doesn't come close to the intensity that hatred brings. Other times, it's the same thing.

Mortal Enemies have a relationship where there is triumph and trauma that only they are privy to. They know just how the other feels, because they are both invested in the destruction or salvation of the other. They experience the same thing, only from opposing sides of the glass. This is the bond that not even lovers share.

And they are the Reason for each other. The Reason they train so hard. The Reason they suffer and bleed. The Reason they become the person that they are. The Reason that gives them a sense of purpose, the very thing that fills every waking thought and every dream. This person, their Reason, shapes and moulds their very being, which is an incredibly powerful influence to have over someone.

And we know this, we see this, when they finally defeat each other. They lose all sense of self. Their loss is insurmountable. They grieve, because when they destroy their Mortal Enemy, they destroy their Reason, and in turn they destroy themselves.

A hero without a villain is just a good samaritan. A villain without a hero is just a wayward outcast. They need each other to live, to be the biggest self they can be.

In a way, it's like nothing else exists but that person. And it's so desperate and painful and everything that's human concentrated to its purest form.

So yah. Villain x Hero dynamic. I like it alot.

70 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#3

Whumpee who is actually a conditioned cold-blooded villain and a dangerous obedient weapon, discarded like a broken toy, so they live the rest of their lonesome life in agony and delirium. And Caretaker, who actually wants to survive the encounter with “Whumpee”, but also desperately trying to help and save them 🥺🥺🥺

Ahhh yesyesyesyes so much yes that i actually wrote a thing?????? What the--

Erm and it's awkwardly written and has too much lore but i wrote a thing and I'm very happy that I wrote AT ALL so yay! Thank you for your amazing prompt!! And sorry I didn't respond until now ;u; <;3

Also - I knoooow Kasin is like, caring for someone who literally tried to kill him one second ago, but he's a himbo and a Good Boy (tm) and has no idea if Mercy is legit dying or what sooooooo V_V

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CW: Mentions of murder/hanging, PTSD/flashbacks, panic attack, dissociation, scarring, mentions of torture, self harm, knife wounds, dehydration.

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“You picked a helluva time to sign up, mulch,” is the first thing Senior Officer Tophel says when they meet. 

“How do you figure?” Kasin grins, taking the proffered sword and admiring the Blue Guards’ sigil in the glinting silver hilt. 

The older man glances over his new recruit’s perfectly pressed uniform and gives a begrudging nod of approval. “Mercy’s coming to Everlost.”

“Mercy?”

“Ain’t you ever heard of Mercy? The Emperor’s Arbiter and Royal Steward. Apparently he got himself exiled. Though for what, I ain’t privy to. All I know is he’s coming here.” Tophel huffs and shakes his head, fingers twisting the ends of his walrus moustache. “Fact that his head’s not on a pike is no small wonder.”

Kasin twists his mouth to the side as he sheathes his new sword. “What did this Mercy do, to warrant such a gruesome end?”

Tophel sweeps up the loose papers on his desk into a neat pile, his expression one of sheer disdain. “No-one visited by Mercy is left intact. That’s all you have to know. Just keep out of his way and if you can’t - aim to kill, because there won’t be anything left by the time he’s done with you.”

The younger man frowns, uncertain how much one civilian can do against an armed guard. Then again, bluebloods in the Imperial City are known to be well versed in combat, having the best training from a young age. Maybe Kasin should err on the side of caution. Just this once. 

“I assume you’re telling me about this man for a reason,” Kasin says, raising a brow. 

“Looks like we have ourselves a mulch with brains,” Tophel scoffs, sticking his pipe into the corner of his mouth. “It’s what the Captain wants. A simple assignment to watch over our newest resident. No contact, no interference. Just watch. You’ll be on a rotating twelve hour shift with Dazer and you’ll both be assessed for other duties in a month. Any questions, mulch?”

“Why ‘mulch’?” Kasin isn’t stupid, but he asks anyway. Tophel’s greying at his temples. He’s sun weathered and rigid; got a mean, stubborn lock to his jaw. He doesn’t look like he enjoys challenging the status quo - so it’s probably best if Kasin plays his part.

“It’s what you’re gonna be by summer’s end. If you don’t like it, then prove me wrong. Anything else?”

“Am I to disguise myself while on assignment?”

Tophel smiles around his pipe, but it’s more like a leer. “No. Captain wants you in full uniform and full view at all times.”

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Mercy’s place of residence could only be described as a hovel. It’s a shack on the edge of the forest, with swathes of spoiled land on either side. The nearest neighbour is the Sudbury Farm to the east and the dumping grounds to the west. The trees here grow black and twisted. By all rights, they shouldn’t be growing at all - but the roots have stubbornly taken hold of the arid land and the branches contort upwards, greedily drinking in every drop of rain and glimmer of sun to feed their wasted bodies.

The biggest and ugliest of these trees grows in front of Mercy’s shack, not thirty feet away. This is where Kasin stations himself, standing in his sky blue uniform, just under the gnarled black branches. He stands out in this desolate landscape, like a vibrant drop of paint on a blank white canvas. The restless movement in the dust-caked windows attests to his bold presence. 

Mercy is nervous. Aware. He peeks out the window every few minutes, but never lingers long enough for Kasin to get a proper look. 

Mercy is just a flitting shadow. No more than a ghost. 

It’s like this for three days. From morning to dusk, Kasin stands under that black tree, dutifully watching those grimy windows. Nervous shadows and obscured motions greet him like clockwork. And then Dazer, the other new recruit, shambles up (long past dusk) to take his shift. 

On the fourth day, he arrives to an angry crowd of civilians swarming Dazer with a variety of makeshift weapons in hand. 

“We want him gone, Dazer!” One of them shakes his pitchfork at the hassled guard. “I know in my gut that he’s the one stealing my chickens and cured meats!”

Dazer laughs nervously and pats the air. “Now, now, Mister Sudbury. I don’t have any say in his stayin’ or leavin’–”

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81 notes - Posted December 28, 2022

#2

The Demon & The Priest - Part 2 - Curse

Part 1 Here

CW: Explicit language, albleist slurs, ableist terms to describe mental illness, physical violence, burning/branding

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But Ashaxi has never been kind to Lial. Even now, as Lial rests in the Temple of the Light, the den of his sworn enemy, his lord’s oppressive hand ensures his punishment.

Pain draws him out of sleep. At first, it’s quiet. A deep, grinding pain that rolls through him like waves of stone, osmium slow. It sets his teeth on edge, sets his nerves alight, and strips him back until he’s raw.

And then, the pain explodes into a tempest of agony, fire-wrapped, titanic, with the will of the gods.

He drunkenly lurches out of bed. Claws at the sweat soaked sheets tangled around his seizing limbs. He's unable to breathe, unable to scream, his panic as true as his suffering.

He’s being burned alive.

The inferno consumes him until he no longer understands pain. His fraught nerves fail him, one by one. He’s simply feeling, just feeling, and whatever that he is becomes shapeless and unfathomable.

Lial ceases to be. Ashaxi fills the void.

Returning to his senses is a fragile process. He’s lying on the cold stone floor, staring at the shadow drenched ceiling. Muscles twitch and burn in the aftermath of the attack and they are slow to respond. He is vaguely aware of how cold he is, the winter draught brittle against his clammy skin.

When he licks his lips, he tastes copper.

“How often does that happen?”

Lial raises his head and sees the priest standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed. He seems both irritated and mystified, as if Lial is a puzzle he’s struggling to solve.

“...Whenever my defence is lowered,” the demon rasps, dragging himself upright. His arms shake violently under his weight, and he slumps against the bed, panting lightly.

“Defence. I assume you mean an infernal defence magic of some kind?”

“Some kind,” Lial affirms in a grunt.

“And when you sleep, you are unable to keep focus on the magic.” The priest strokes his jaw as he muses, staring at Lial through hooded eyes. “This is the only effect of the curse?”

“For now.” The demon twitches as he tries to wipe the sweat from his brow. Frustration breaks through the haze of his exhaustion and he scowls to himself, exposing a glint of his fangs. “The stronger the curse, the more degenerative it is.”

“What happens at the end?” Julian asks, raising a brow.

“I don’t know,” Lial growls, sanguine glare flaring. “Why do you think I have come to you?”

“Mind your tone, demon,” the priest says, sharply. “I have given you sanctuary out of a sense of duty. That does not mean that I have allied myself with you nor will I tolerate your discourtesy.”

“Discourtesy,” Lial scoffs. “Do you seek to teach a child of the infernal etiquette?”

“Demons are not beyond manners.”

“Do you plan to reform me, priest?”

Julian gives him a deadpan stare. “While you are here, I may very well try.”

The demon’s laugh is coarse and full of gravel, like his throat had been scorched by fire.

Julian leaves the room briefly and returns moments later with a cup and a pitcher. “You have lost a lot of water. Drink, and we will think on what to do next.”

Lian ignores the cup and grabs the pitcher instead, ripping it out of Julian’s hands to guzzle. Water drips down his chin and catches upon his bare chest. The priest averts his gaze.

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81 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

The Demon & The Priest - Part 1 - Help

Villain x Hero whump fic

I love all the villain shows up on hero's doorstep looking for help prompts, so I decided to try my hand at it.

Cw: explicit language, branding scars, minor violence/blood, wound care, burning

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Julian glares at the hooded figure, standing in the back garden of the Temple. It melds with the shadows, half-hidden behind a tree, though the argent light of the full moon prevents true obscurity.

"You there!" the warrior calls out, his strong voice echoing in the serenity of the night. "You are trespassing on Temple grounds. If you seek a blessing or to make a request, you must return in the morning."

The cloaked figure shifts. It raises its head, as if to stare at Julian, but the shadows are too deep to discern any features.

Julian purses his lips and steps outside, drawing his sword. It gleams with holy light, casting a soft glow across the garden. When the light reaches the mysterious figure, it flinches and cowes.

"...What manner of creature are you? A demon? A vampire? Come forth out of the shadows, else I shall have no choice but to expel you by force!"

There's a short silence.

And then, carefully, unsteadily, the cloaked figure steps into the light. When it draws near, a shaking hand pulls the hood away, revealing a very familiar face.

Julian tightens the grip on his sword, eyes spreading in shock. "You! Why have you come?!"

The white haired figure smirks thinly, scarlet eyes narrowing against the sword's holy light. "Priest," he says, voice rough as if from disuse. "You are looking well, despite what happened in our last battle."

Julian clenches his teeth in a silent snarl. He points the end of his sword at the demon's chest. "You used foul dark magic to turn the battle. You have no sense of honour."

"Honour is but a pretty garment for the idle." Lial dares takes a step, closing the gap between them. He doesn't mind the sword, which follows his every movement. In fact, he seems rather distracted.

There's an anxious flicker in those scarlet eyes and a barely concealed tremor in his body. His body, which seems to have lost a significant amount of weight, since their last encounter. The demon had sharp features to begin with, but his emaciation turns him utterly gaunt, as if he'd been starved for months.

"Why have you come, demon? If you are seeking a fight, you will find no satisfaction here."

Lial huffs a laugh, swaying a tad on his shaking legs. There's a tired sweep beneath his eyes. He looks about ready to drop. "As tempting as that sounds, I am much too weary for a fight. I only seek sanctuary within your temple."

Julian stares at the demon for an eon, before tossing his head and releasing a bark of laughter. "You must truly think me a fool to allow a demon into a Temple of Light. Leave. Before I run you through with my blade."

That anxious flicker gains body. Lial lurches forward, grabbing the holy sword by the blade. His palm starts to blister and smoke, and the stench of cooking flesh effuses, but the demon doesn't seem to notice the pain. He's fixated upon the priest, his eyes a little wild.

"I need..." Lial falters as breath catches in his throat. He swallows the blockage and continues. "I need sanctuary. Please. Just for tonight."

Julian scowls and yanks his blade free, inevitably slicing up the demon's palm. Black blood splatters his pristine white robes. His irritation spikes.

"I give you sanctuary and you desecrate my Temple. Is that your intent? This is your final warning, demon. Leave this sacred place. The Temple is not for the likes of you."

The demon stares blankly at his wounded palm, viscous blood dripping down his arm and soaking into his cloak. He gives a hard shudder. "I have nowhere else I can go." his voice is distant. Small. "No-one else I can turn to."

"What of your clan?" Julian snaps. "Your Lord Ashaxi? It makes no sense for you to come to me. We have sought each other's destruction for years, have we not? If it were not for preserving the sanctity of the Temple, I would have killed you as soon as I realised your identity!"

Lial's eyes grow hooded. He didn't know what he expected. Did he truly believe that the priest would help him? Had he become so desperate?

Like a sudden thunderclap, white fire lances down his spine and he jerks in shock. Spindly flames branch through his back and scorch his raw nerves, flooding his veins, leaving him unable to breathe, unable to think. Eventually, the agony dissipates, and he sinks into the ground, a shaking, clammy mess.

Yes. Yes, he is desperate.

"I will do anything," he pants lightly, claws digging into the soft soil as he bows his head. "Please. Julian. This is my last hope."

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[remade3940580486940568]

me: i want harpyverse vibes!!!!! im so sad i cant tap into the vibes

brain: ok here you go (brrrr)

me: this tastes like shit put it bhack >8(

#.txt #this is a playful post #i plan on trying to introduce fresh vibes to hverse so that i can use it as a comfort daydream hehehe #as opposed to just pure whump

[trope-appreciation-tuesdays]

TAT: The Past: Whumpee is a sleeper agent for an opposing country/organisation etc. They've spent enough time with the people they're supposed to betray that they've made connections - friends, maybe even found family or romantic interests. They've started dreading the day they have to do what they came there for, but it will come eventually. For whump purposes, there's two options:

A: whumpee reveals themselves to their loved ones. They react in various ways, from shock to disappointment to anger to betrayal. Perhaps one of them may even attempt to 'deal with' whumpee themselves in the name of protecting themselves and the others, or just out of pure anger.

B: whumpee settles for betraying their original organisation in favour of siding with their newfound loved ones, and is punished for it severely. They're held captive and tortured for any information they had gathered, left to wonder if they'll even be rescued if the people they love have figured out who they are and what they were supposed to do.

Either way, their past will catch up to them.

I think B is my favorite but both are amazing !

#the past #moral dilemma

[iamanartichoke]

I started to write this in the tags of my last reblog but figured I'd continue in its own post -

^^ my tags.

So I mean, I just want to expand on this a little bit? I don't have enough time to go as in-depth as I'd like, bc I'm still gathering my thoughts and I have to get up in a bit to get ready for work, but my perception was exactly this - Loki didn't fall in love with Sylvie, but he did develop an affection for her that most people who've had some healthy interpersonal relationships would consider friendship -

- but Loki (who has arguably never had a single person ever even want to be his friend besides Thor [which is its own separate dynamic I'm not even going to touch here]) is all mixed up in his feelings now. The affection for Sylvie that he feels, in addition to a quick attachment (they had an immediate bond due to being variants of one another and also having a shared trauma bond in the threat of the TVA + apocalypse) has probably just really thrown him for a loop and he doesn't know what to do with those feelings. So he jumps right to love.

And Mobius is his friend, too, yeah, but I have loose theories on why he doesn't think he's fallen in love with Mobius the same way (which have nothing to do with him being male, in-universe, but out-of-universe is a factor).

So, yeah - when I say I'm trying to gather my thoughts, I mean this is exactly the kind of material I've been waiting to really sink my teeth into (including receipts as opposed to pure speculation bc there's so much subtext), I just have to get it all untangled first.

Some other quick reactions, though:

- My main issue with this episode was that the pacing was very weirdly off; it felt like 3/4s of the episode nothing happened, and then in the final 1/4 of the episode the entire plot happened, leaving us feeling kinda whiplashed in general.

- I am very much not thrilled in the least with the narrative framing Loki as a narcissist, bc he's not, like, at all, nor am I thrilled with 'narcissistic' being the foundation of Mobius calling out Loki's "crush" on Sylvie. Like, fuck you very much.

- Um, a moment of silence for Mobius, though, bc I never expected him to get pruned and I'm not happy about it.

- But, that post-credits scene though? Where did Loki go (where are all the Loki variants going?) and if there's a Loki-variant universe that getting pruned sent him to, does that mean everyone has a variant universe and Mobius isn't dead (neither is anyone else), he just went to the Land of Mobi? Is there any coming back from one's theoretical variant universe?

- "I've been killed more times than I can count" asdhjdhsakasd you certainly have, Loki bb. (A little bit of a meta-y line, since this Loki hasn't, but one could go down a headcanon rabbit hole re: what did Thanos do to you? The whump possibilities!)

- Overall I really think that this story they're trying to tell just can't be told in only six episodes, which contributes to the pacing being all off.

- Poor Tom, he said this episode is his favorite one and it's the one that seems to be getting the least favorable reactions. :(

Anyway, that's all I've got time for.

#loki tv series spoilers #loki series spoilers #loki spoilers #loki pokey artichokey #i don't feel good #like - #yeah in general i'm very underwhelmed and conflicted and kinda sad #not about the quality of the episode itself exactly but more about just the way this all seems to be going #both in-universe and out #so idk fml

[classywhump]

Is Lady!whump Misogynist?

So I logged into this account to see that the discourse of the hour is “whether or not lady!whump is misogynist”. As a lady and a whumper, I think my conclusion on that matter is predictable, but I just wanted to offer a bit of reasoning as to why I think lady!whump is not misogynist.

In order to explain in depth I have to go back in time pretty far, in fact, all the way to the time of Shakespeare. At that time, by the way, “whether women have souls” was a question very much open for public discussion.

At that time a lot of literature and romances by both men and women was focused on proving that women actually do have feelings that are both as deep and complex as men’s. See Shakespeare’s female characters, whose romantic interest in men often drives the plot, as opposed to being only the other way around, which was standard at the time. In fact, the Twelfth Night is a great example of this, as Viola has to disguise herself as a man to get close to her true love and be able to discuss with him the fact that women can have feelings just as much as men do.

This seemed to sink in, and by the time we get to the 19th century people are all about that delicate feminine sensibility, in fact it’s already a bit of a cliche. We’ve gone from “do women have feelings?” to “women have way more feelings than men, and it’s gross”. Because there was still prevalent misogyny, of course, acknowledging that women have feelings meant feelings were increasingly being considered feminine, but women’s feelings were also silly and sentimental, and women were simply too delicate, they could perhaps perish of a strong emotion. What we might think of as lady!whump was actually pretty common at this time but it was also considered cliched even then because it was always pure girls too good for this world dying tragically. Sometimes I have to go back this far to read any good lady!whump (though only the ones written by women are any good) because of what happened after that. 2nd wave feminism hit around the 1960′s and the already somewhat tired, disliked damsel in distress tropes fell into HARD scorn. Feelings = feminine and feminine = weak. And weakness is bad. After all, a woman showing weakness validates the old sexist stereotypes about women. Therefore women in fiction are not to be vulnerable, or have silly old FEELINGS because we’re STRONG, like MEN. Right around this time we have the birth of the female action hero. The female action hero is empowered and sexy. She’s not happy, but she’s not allowed to be sad either. She’s always on top of everything. If she can’t talk her way out of a situation she knocks the bad men out with her four inch heels. If she’s ever captured she’s not allowed to show fear, if she’s hurt she’s not allowed to show pain, and she never needs someone else to rescue her-- she’s about to break out of her bonds and kick ass. She was never in distress, she was capable of escaping the entire time. If someone asks about her wounds, she scoffs-- she doesn’t need their pity.

She’s also completely unrelatable. I know it’s been said that women suffer enough in real life, and fiction is glorifying violence against women or something like that. I can see instances where the death and suffering of women is used primarily for shock value. I’ve always found those extremely unsatisfying. The difference, I think, is that whump, specifically, uses suffering to serve the character, rather than to serve only the plot. When the suffering of women is used to serve only the plot I find it utterly uninteresting. When it’s used to serve the character it’s humanizing and relatable.

Even when I was a child and not aware of tropes, I noticed that even the most distressed damsels were never portrayed as a man would be in the same situation. We’re never locked in the tower with her, we’re on the outside looking in. A woman’s death is used to show off how dangerous the monster of the week is-- and that’s fine on occasion, because the monster has to kill somebody, 50/50 chance. But does a woman get an obi-wan moment? Are women applauded for their courage in the face of fear? Can they crumble and be rebuilt without being faulted by the narrative for weakness? Is this you? Not a hypothetical ideal invulnerable fearless you, but the real you.

I think lady!whump is important for a couple of reasons.

1. When men suffer and die in fiction they often do so nobly, admirably and for their own character development. Lady!whump allows women to have the same opportunity to see themselves this way in fiction.

2. If women suffer, they are allowed to want to be comforted. I’m allowed to want to be comforted. Maybe Scarlett Johansson doesn’t want your pity, but I am not Scarlett Johansson. The Strong(tm) Woman(tm) is not even my role model. It’s precisely because women are hurt in real life that we need lady!whump that allows women to see themselves in fully realized, vulnerable characters capable of strength but also in need of comfort. ~

#ftr Karen Page meets all my standards for female characters #whump #lady!whump #meta #ladywhump #whump meta

[green-eyed-whumpster]

My OC Universe: Rowan 106

Summary 106 Summary: Cordelia has to try and make sense out of Rowan’s behaviour, and he doesn’t quite know how to explain it himself. (Tags: @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi, @much-ado-about-whumping, @abitefullofeverything, @whump-me-all-night-long, @sky-or-something-idfk and @tears-and-lilies)

Trigger Warnings: PTSD whumpee

The door swung open the next morning and Peter’s eyes rested instinctively on Rowan’s bed, furrowing in worry when he found it empty, except for Olivia, who was reclined in the centre of the mattress. He turned his head and realised where Rowan had gone when he recognised the larger-than-normal outline in Cordelia’s bed and the vibrant red hair exposed from the blankets.

“Did you know about this?” He asked Olivia quietly, she met his gaze apathetically and rolled off the bed, trotting towards him and passing through the door. “Fine, fine,” He murmured, stepping away from the doorway and gently leaving the pair to sleep.

~

Cordelia awoke just after the door shut and took a moment to get her bearings. She was surprised to find Rowan pressed against her eagerly, arms pulling him tighter to her and head resting in the crook of her neck.

It took her another moment to remember how Rowan ended up in her bed at all, and then a few more to heavily consider whether or not she should risk moving and waking him. The way he had latched onto her was so needy that she eventually decided that he had been truly upset by his nightmare, and was now looking for physical support, which had to come from her.

She couldn’t help but admit, a part of her wanted to slide out of his grasp and escape the embrace, but a larger part of her couldn’t bear to imagine the look on his face when he realised he was alone. So she decided to stay, at least until she couldn’t anymore, and even then, would wake him as delicately as possible.

He grumbled softly, like a squirrel chittering to its friend, shifting even closer to her, tightening his arms and nuzzling her skin. She froze, waiting patiently, certain that it wouldn’t be long now until he woke up enough to remove herself. Once Rowan realised she was strangely still his grasp loosened, gravity pulling him further away as his eyes fluttered open and met hers.

“Good morning, Rowan.” She said softly, taking her newly-freed arm and brushing his hair from his eyes. “Did you sleep better?” She asked and he nodded eagerly, eyes crinkling as his lips turned up in a smile.

“I did, thank you.” He said, cuddling closer to her. Cordelia was stupefied by his affectionate behaviour, Rowan had never been so needy, or so forward.

“Are you all right?” She asked curiously and he hesitated, looking up to meet her eyes before turning away, cheeks tinging with shame.

“I…yes, sorry,” She felt some sort of relief when he slid from her arms, but it was immediately destroyed when she saw the way he had curled away from her, shoulders hunched in defeat.

“Hey, hey, hold on,” She placed a hand on his shoulder and stopped him from climbing out and running away from her. “What’s going on? Why are you acting like this?” She asked as her hand gently pushed his shoulder back into the mattress.

“I’m sorry! I-I just, I feel safe with you, I wanted to…to be closer to you,” He admitted sheepishly, cheeks as red as his hair. “I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have…I’m so sorry!” His voice cracked weakly and she rushed to comfort him, it was far too early for him to be crying.

“It’s all right, Rowan, don’t cry, I was just a little confused, I didn’t know why you wanted to be so close.” She soothed, stroking his cheek gently. “If you want something just tell me, you know that I’ll help you however I can.” He finally met her gaze and nodded shamefully.

“I’m sorry,” He whispered and she shushed him comfortingly, wrapping her arms around him again and letting his hands clutch her against him and his head nuzzle into her front.

“Don’t be sad, Rowan, it’s just a bit hard when I don’t know what you’re doing, that’s all.” She said and he looked up, studying her face carefully.

“I-I want to be with you,” He murmured. “You, you’ve been so kind and patient with me, and I just…I feel better when you’re around.”

Cordelia had no idea how to respond, she had no idea how to process the idea. He waited earnestly for her answer, eyes already sparkling with tears in preparation for her rejection. Cordelia thought of both what he had said, and Peter’s confession. And of the uncomfortable situation she was now in. Last time someone professed their desire to be with her she ran away from home and was saved by Peter.

“Rowan,” She began softly. “I’m scared that you don’t actually want to be with me, in the way you describe, but you just think I’m safe, and you feel as though you ‘have’ to be with me in some sort of way. I don’t want you to think that your affections are some sort of payment, and that I should have them purely because I’ve been nice to you.”

I told you! Why would she want to be with a pathetic waste like you?

“I-I-but I want to be with you!” He squeaked. “I could make you happy, if you just gave me a chance!”

“Rowan, that’s…” She paused to intercept his hand as it lifted to touch her cheek and took it gently. “I couldn’t make you happy. After everything you’ve been through the past few…years, I wouldn’t rush into a relationship. Not even with someone you trusted. I’m leaving soon, remember? In a week I’ll be halfway around the world and I won’t be back for a long time. Not only will you not be happy with me, but you won’t be with me.” He hesitated as her thumb gently stroked his and sniffed.

“I-I miss being held…” He whispered in shame, turning his head away. “I don’t…I can’t trust people’s words, I know better if people are happy with me if they…if they show me.” Cordelia readjusted the way she was laying and embraced him carefully, in a very obviously comforting as opposed to intimate way.

“We don’t lie to you, Rowan,” She whispered, lips brushing his messy hair. “We don’t want to manipulate you like William did. We don’t want you to think that what William did to you was normal.” She still cringed as he curled into her arms and sighed softly.

“Why don’t you come out and we can have some breakfast? I won’t say anything to Peter about this, and,” She hesitated, feeling the way he trembled under her arms and sensing the head radiating from his cheeks. “If you just want someone to keep you company then I don’t mind, keeping you company.”

“No.” He pushed away suddenly and stood up, shaking slightly as he rocked on his heels. “I don’t want your pity.”

“It’s not pity, Rowan, I’m only offering you comfort if you want it.” Cordelia replied. “Just because I don’t want to be with you doesn’t mean I don’t want to look after you.”

“I don’t want anymore pity!” He snapped in reply and scrunched his hands in his shirt. “No one ever treats me like an adult! And I don’t want to be reliant on everyone! I’m not a toy for you to look after to make yourself feel better!” Cordelia sat up and raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise.

“Rowan, you can’t be an adult. You don’t behave like one. You are a traumatised child and until we can fix that aspect of you we can’t be expected to treat you like you’re capable of being one.” She answered, her voice was firm and it hit Rowan like a physical blow, knocking him back a few steps. “If you can’t even go into a quiet village without being attacked, how can we trust you on your own?”

“S-stop it!” He whimpered. “I-it’s not my fault!”

“Rowan you don’t seem to realise, that you can’t just sweep what happened under the rug and forget about it! An experience like that will live with you forever, and it’s a long road to finding the place where you can move on from it! I don’t think you accept that you need pity, you need that extra layer of security. As soon as you acknowledge that you can’t ignore what happened, everything becomes far easier.” Her face softened as she saw the tears streaming down his cheeks and shook her head softly. “You would still rely on us, but at least once you’ve come to terms with your trauma it won’t be so hard asking for or accepting our help. Do you understand?” 

She waited for him to scream at her and accuse her of being like William, like anyone in his past. But, to her surprise he nodded weakly and rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes.

“I do,”

It was too early for the depressing tone in his voice.

“Do you want a hug?” She asked uncertainly. She shouldn’t have been the one to talk to Rowan in such a way, but Peter was curiously absent.

“Yes please,” He whispered and stepped forward, collapsing against her stomach as his arms wrapped around her waist. “I’m sorry for getting upset,” He murmured against her naval.

“It’s all right,” She sighed gently. “I may have spoken a bit harshly. I was just surprised by this morning.”

“I’m sorry about that, too,” He admitted. “Maybe you’re right. I was too afraid to ask to be close to you. I-I think you were right.”

#whump #medieval whump #my writing #oc #Rowan #Peter #Olivia #Cordelia #PTSD whumpee #therapy animal #angst #conditioned whumpee #broken whumpee #coping mechanisms

[howtodrawyourdragon]

How do you think Hiccup will feel about ever somehow getting pregnant by Viggo and having his child? How will he process that?

I’ll be taking Tiny as an example because I think you’re ask about him is what sparked this one?

Anyway, I think that is once again entirely dependable on the context.

More under the cut because this isn’t my whump blog and some things I will be discussing will imply some very heavy whump.

I do have an AU in which Tiny’s father is Viggo, but in said AU, Hiccup and Viggo are in a consensual relationship together. The biggest problem here is that it is entirely behind the Dragon Riders’ backs as they are still on opposing sides and this makes Hiccup feel guilty for keeping secrets and for lying. The only one who knows the full truth is Toothless.

In this particular context, having Tiny would still be a happy thing. But his pregnancy would cause some internal conflict within Hiccup and Tiny’s birth (or any baby’s birth) would probably cause some strain when the truth inevitably comes out as well.

And this is considering that Viggo lives and the Dragon Riders are hurt by Hiccup’s dishonesty.

But that is just this one fic. And I’m right to assume that this isn’t the kind of situation you’re referring to?

Now in a different context, if Tiny’s conception was discovered after Viggo’s death, for example, having him would be more bittersweet, in a way.

At this point Hiccup and the Riders aren’t on bad terms with him anymore and when they hear about his death, Astrid and Hiccup even agree that it’s almost like losing a mentor since Viggo did teach them a lot.

They were on opposing sides until that episode, but still, it seems like Viggo will be remembered. So one would argue that Tiny’s existence would be welcomed in this situation. Perhaps, they don’t go parading around with the news that Tiny’s other dad is Viggo, but they would definitely see it as a “he taught us a lot and he gave us Tiny” kind of deal. If that makes sense.

And then there’s a third situation we could think of and that’s if Tiny’s conception hadn’t been consensual. Which is probably the most likely scenario and I think the one you’re wondering about the most. And the short answer would be that it would be very hard to say. Especially when you’re as biased as I am whenever Tiny is involved.

Having him then could either be more bittersweet and cause for more conflicting emotions. Maybe not everyone would be on board with the idea of Hiccup having him and raising him either.

Upon first learning of his pregnancy, I don’t think Hiccup would be happy. At all. Especially considering what may have happened to conceive said child and who said child’s father most likely is and the fact that he’s basically tied to this child in some shape or form no matter what, even if he doesn’t keep the child. You don’t just have a baby and then forget about them. And what Hiccup will do entirely depends on how you see his character.

To me, Hiccup will do either one of two things during his pregnancy.

Either he will tell his friends and family once the news has finally sunken in for him. Or he would try to stay in denial and/or hide his pregnancy as best as he can until it’s just too obvious to hide for any longer or until the baby is literally coming.

The pregnancy, whether he’s going through it all by himself or with his loved ones by his side, won’t be easy or happy. There may be high points, but there will probably be a lot of low points as well. Pregnancies are already hard on their own without a scenario such as this attached to it.

This may be my bias speaking, but Hiccup would be the kind of person to see his pregnancy as a “we’re both on this sinking ship together” kind of thing. He didn’t ask to be forced upon and this baby didn’t ask to be put there.

I can see Hiccup being the kind of person to think that way, to be able to separate Viggo from this baby and then still be able to enjoy some part of it, at least. If not out of pure stubbornness alone.

The baby’s actual birth will probably be received with mixed emotions.

On the one hand, I can see Hiccup being happy to finally have this child. But on the other hand, I can see him be upset about it as well. I tend to lean more towards the former, though. And not entirely because I’m so biased towards Tiny.

Hiccup is an incredibly forgiving person. He forgives his father and Berk for the years they’ve cast him out. He gives Alvin a second chance and allows their tribes to become allies even after all Alvin has done. He eventually gives Dagur a chance to redeem himself even after all he’s done, including abducting his father and threatening to kill him over Toothless. He gives Valka a second chance after she misses 20 years of his life by staying away and letting him believe she was dead the entire time, …

Hiccup is an incredibly forgiving person.

This is why I don’t see Hiccup as the kind to look at a baby, a newborn little baby that came completely innocent into the world, whether it’s his own or someone else’s, and see someone other than this baby. He would be the kind of person to think that way.

Maybe he’ll think of the person who forced them inside him whenever he sees them, but I can see that make Hiccup even more determined to accept this child.

And if it is Tiny you were wondering about, that Tiny takes so much after Hiccup would certainly help. (And that he takes after Stoick. Tiny has red hair before it takes on a browner shade somewhere during his first year of life)

And a guest reviewer has suggested the Dragon Riders name Tiny “Hope” (his actual name, Vigi, hasn’t been revealed yet in the main fic) because he brings them hope in trying times and I love that sentiment. (The main fic takes place during the Dawn of Destruction - Wings of War three-parter. RttE’s lowest low, basically) So I would like to think that Tiny would give Hiccup hope in this scenario as well. Hope to one day be okay again.

Processing such a thing, an unwanted pregnancy caused by non-consensual circumstances followed by a birth, will be different for each character, but I can see Hiccup do it through sheer stubbornness. It won’t be easy, and it will probably backfire a lot before he makes actual progress, but I can see him trying to trudge through such a mess no matter how hard it’s going to be.

Life is daunting in that you’re forced to keep on going no matter what. The next day will come no matter how much you don’t want it to. I can only see Hiccup face this head-on, whether he has the strength to do it or not.

With that said, I don’t think his loved ones would be as easily convinced. The Dragon Riders would definitely back him up in any decision he would end up making, whether they agree with him or not, and I can see them accept the baby/Tiny (or try to accept) for Hiccup’s sake alone.

Gobber would probably stand by Hiccup’s side and do his best for both of them.

Stoick would be the hardest to convince and the last to come around. If Viggo isn’t dead already at this point, Stoick will probably go out and make sure that he is with his own bare hands.

Stoick is, like the tv-shows have shown, a very vengeful person. Almost nicknamed “Stoick the Vindictive”. He doesn’t want Hiccup to be tainted by a taste for vengeance, but Stoick would absolutely go out there and get it for him.

As for the baby, I can see him try to argue Hiccup’s possible decision to keep and raise them. Not just because of what’s been done, but also because Hiccup isn’t just anyone either. He’s a chief’s heir. And although I don’t quite know how the line of success works, Hiccup being heir makes this baby Hiccup’s heir.

Stoick won’t turn his back on Hiccup, of course, but it will take him time for the baby to grow on him.

In a Tiny-specific scenario, Stoick might soften up when he realizes Tiny is more Haddock than Grimborn from the very moment he’s born.

Anyway, I’ve been rambling on and on for way too long because I had way too many thoughts about this ask, but the gist is that I think it once again depends on the context. If it’s the third and last one I discussed, Hiccup would have a very hard time overall.

#asks #fanartcollectorwriter #httyd movies #rtte #race to the edge #whump #hiccup haddock #viggo grimborn #vigcup #vigi tiny haddock #implied noncon #tw: implied noncon #implied rape #tw: implied rape #vigi tiny hiccup haddock

[rustedlaurels]

introduction #2, I suppose; focusing on the hurt/comfort / whump stuff.

(short summary of the “about me” introduction: Laurel/Guardy, they/them or he/him, 24, been here for a long time but never said anything because, while my love fort hurt/comfort is not exactly a secret, there’s a difference between whumpy writings and full-on whump community and I’m not sure my watchers would appreciate the latter)

What do I like about whump in general? Mostly the idea that, no matter how broken the whumpee thinks they are and how inferior they feel, they’re still worth saving and things may turn out alright-ish after all. Also, vulnerability.

Some favorite tropes:

Hidden injuries: especially when they’re hidden for the sake of somebody else. “No, you go on ahead and I’ll be right behind you” and all that. Also excellent: when the whumpee hides the injuries because they’re deeply uncomfortable with being cared for and/or think they’re not worthy of the attention. ESPECIALLY if the future caretaker accidentally said something that got them into that mindspace not too long before they’re injured.

whumped authority figures: Always doubly fun when it’s the mentor/leader/boss/”generally character others tend to put on a pedestal” who goes down, especially when they REALLY can’t afford it at that moment.

accidental emotional h/c: the whumpee overhears something that wrecks them emotionally, despite that thing not having been what it seems. Basically, the good old “friends fight and then one overhears a random ‘he could go die in a ditch for all I care’ and thinks that’s about him and pretty much goes ‘ah well’ and refuses to get help when he DOES almost die in a ditch by coincidence”.

comfort/recovery: more emotional than physical, really.

embarrassingly minor injuries that are life-threatening (and painful as hell) due to circumstance. Sprained ankle? shit happens. Sprained ankle you have to walk on for miles or freeze to death during the night? nyehehehe.

generally minor things turning serious because the whumpee doesn’t take care of themselves. Whump that starts subtly and develops from there is just... *chef kiss*

sel-destructiveness, especially when the whumpee isn’t aware that THAT’s what it is. Basically, love it when whump starts by pure bad luck and then the whumpee makes it that much worse and their avoidance of getting help initally is the thing that REALLY gets them into trouble later.

(and them eventually getting some sense talked into them)  

generally whumpees having to get emotionally patched up to help with the physical side of things.

Characters not knowing that the whumpee is whumped yet and being jerks in some way / getting ready to shout at them for being late or something

Getting creative with magic or nonhuman attributes: on the whumper’s and the whumpee’s AND the caretaker’s side.

eternal fave: magical healing that REALLY SUCKS for everyone involved.

Some tropes I don’t usually enjoy: (though most of those have plenty of exceptions)

Anything TOO graphic or grimdark. I’m not really here for guts and gore and extreme torture, I guess.

Heavily medical-themed whump. I don’t care terribly much about the technical details; I’m more focused the whumpee’s emotions. Also not a huge fan of hospital settings. Makes it Too Real, I guess?

Genuinely malicious/abusive caretakers. Caretakers who fail to grasp the seriousness of a situation and are jackasses about it at first can be super fun, but when it’s deliberately abusive and that’s the best the whumpees will ever get, it mostly just makes me sadder than I want to be.

The character being too broken, especially mentally - don’t ask me where the line there is, though, because I don’t know

fem!whump, usually - unless it’s one of a few choice characters I already loved as a kid (when I was apparently less squeamish), or, in a tiny handful of instances, from 2D animation. And even then, my tolerance level there is a LOT lower than usual.

Permanent severe disabilities (and brain damage) - something career-ending as opposed to a mere inconvenience. Once again, just too much realism for me.

TL;DR - the whump here’s Lighter and Fluffier than usual (and, frequently enough, pure cheese), frequently nobody’s fault, and I’m a pretty straightforward writer... although I have a fair bit of gleefull insidiousness up my sleeve for my poor darlings, believe me :)))

Also, for me whump’s in the details, so if you ever need somebody to go over an old favorite whump scene and point out every pained twitch in glorious detail, I’m your... human?

(also I like to talk a lot, apparently. hahaha... ha...)

#laureltalks #whump introduction #new whump blog