#d&d wump

[whimperwoods]

Oswin - Fog and Vertigo

Part 9! Oswin Greystone is a wizard, a con man, and, now, a warlock’s pet. He needs to find a way out of it.

tw: pet whump, tw: non-sexual nudity (he’s technically in his underwear), tw: abuse, tw: abuse by a representative of the law, tw: fantasy cops, tw: threats, tw: mental fog, tw: panic attacks, tw: dizziness, tw: vertigo, tw: vomit mention, kind of nothing happens, but kind of something does

There’s a masterpost now!

Taglist:  @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi,  @starnight-whump

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Oswin could barely believe his luck as his master’s booted feet retreated down the stairs. His jaw still ached faintly from the captain’s tight grip on it and he could hear that voice telling him, low and growling, exactly what would happen to him if he made a noise this time. He’d started shaking and he knew he’d never stop if he couldn’t get the images his master had painted back out of his head.

He waited, keeping his ears open and focusing on what he could hear in the hope that it might drive the thoughts away and settle his racing heart.

The sounds were the same as yesterday, the low hum of men talking and laughing downstairs with no idea he was here. It was hard to imagine why his master thought they would care, given how little they’d seemed to care about him when he was in their dungeon instead of their attic, but that was another thought that didn’t help.

He focused on breathing. He’d been left collared, but with his mouth uncovered. That, at least, he could live with. For now, he could live with that, and for now he needed not to think about what it meant to be able to live with it. He could calm down. He would calm down.

When he felt confident that the man wouldn’t return any time soon, he rose hesitantly to his feet, biting back a curse as straightening his battered knees sent pain shooting through him.

He felt weak and wobbly, but standing at all had been beyond him not so long ago, so he let himself stand still and breathe and wait for the uncertainty to pass, holding his arms out for balance like a toddler. Gods, what was he? How had he been one thing three days ago and become another so fast?

Stumbling over to his master’s desk was more instinct than strategy. It was solid, heavy, and the right height to help him keep upright. Once he was there, though, there was plenty to catch his eye. He moved some papers off of a map of the city, labeled with a set of symbols he couldn’t make heads or tails out of.

Swaying on his feet, he started rifling through the papers instead, and then the drawers, hoping for anything that jumped out as useful. He could tell he wasn’t thinking straight, that the fear and pain were clouding over his mind, but he forced himself to focus. If nothing else, he would focus his eyes on the pages. If nothing else, he would read the words enough times to know what they were about, generally. If nothing else, he would decide if the things were useful.

It was all slow, too slow, painfully slow, and he couldn’t stand for that long, sinking into his master’s chair almost without noticing.

He barely heard his master’s feet on the steps before the man arrived, and even with the spike of terror that hit him, his mind was too slow to react, and he had time to fling himself from the chair and onto the floor, but not the time to fix the papers that scattered with him.

“Wizard,” his master barked, the anger in his voice making Oswin curl up into himself on the ground. “Were you going through my things?”

Oswin’s mouth went dry, and the fog in his brain rose up to silence him, his mind too muffled to answer.

As his master’s booted feet came closer, it was all he could do to stammer out the truth - “Yes!”

The feet stopped, and Oswin didn’t have the courage to look up.

“What did you say?” the man asked, an edge of danger in his voice.

“Yes, master,” Oswin said, his voice so soft it almost gave out.

“And did I give you permission to go through my things?”

“No, master.”

Blank. Empty. Howling. Why wasn’t his brain more useful? Why couldn’t he think? Oswin realized he was breathing fast, too fast, fast enough to make his empty, foggy head start spinning on its axis. He pressed his forehead to the floor, hard, in the hope that it might stop the spinning.

His master’s feet were moving again, but even if he’d been fast enough to think of running, he couldn’t have known which way was away. He gasped for air, losing himself to the way the world reeled around him.

The quiet thud of his master’s knees landing on the floor beside him made Oswin flinch away, even as he struggled to make sense of it. A huge hand wrapped around the back of his neck, squeezing in a vague threat he felt more than he understood.

He looked up into his master’s eyes, unable to keep his own locked into the cold brown ones that seemed to spin along with the rest of the world, dizzying and impossible.

All of a sudden, his master released the back of his neck and felt his forehead instead.

“You’re not feverish,” he said, “Pull yourself together.”

The shove that sent Oswin sprawling was almost gentle, compared to most of what had come before it, and Oswin laid his head back down on the floor, trying to find words around his panting breaths. “Th-thank you, master.”

“The next time you touch something that isn’t yours without permission, I’ll crush your fingers under my boot.”

Oswin nodded, the motion making the vertigo worse. His chest hurt. Had his master done something to make his chest hurt? But no, that was him. His lungs. His heart. He felt like he’d messed up a lightning spell, like the energy running though him was too much, too fast, too dangerous.

The toe of his master’s boot pushed his chin away from his chest, and Oswin forced himself to look up at the man again, even as everything in front of his eyes continued to whirl.

“If you can look at things for yourself, you can look at them for me. Stand up.”

No. No, that wasn’t possible. For a moment Oswin didn’t move, but then his master’s face shifted, darkening, and Oswin fought his way through the spinning of the world and figured out how to move.

The floor was definitely down. The floor was down. He rolled onto his hands an knees, which meant his hands and knees were down and his head and back were up. He felt his stomach twist, but the good thing about not having eaten since yesterday was that there was nothing in there to rebel against the pain that still spiked with every twist of his back or the spinning of the world.

When he leaned back, onto just his knees, the spinning got worse, and he had to close his eyes.

His master grunted, displeased. “I said stand, pet.”

Oswin couldn’t nod. Couldn’t speak. He knew which way was which, as long as he didn’t think too hard about the spinning, as long as he didn’t try to look. He struggled to his feet, swaying as soon as he was upright.

His knees didn’t feel any better this time, but what was more pressing was that he could feel the world swinging around him, even with his eyes closed. He half-crouched, trying to give himself a wider base to keep from falling over.

Then his master’s hand was on his chin again, pulling Oswin’s face to tilt up towards his own. “Open your eyes.”

Oswin did, looking straight into those cold eyes, and even as he continued to feel everything whirl, whirl, whirl without stopping, his master’s eyes stayed perfectly steady.

Oswin reached up and grabbed his master’s forearm, moving on instinct before he could think about what he was doing.

“P-please Sir,” No. Wrong. Oswin took in a deep, shuddering breath and tried again, “Please, Master, make it stop!”

His voice sounded afraid, even more than he expected. Even more than he felt, because even the fear seemed blurry beneath the vertigo, like that too was wheeling around him at top speed.

His master sighed. His brow softened, the anger fading. The Captain’s eyes were still cold, still mean, but he was less dangerous now, had to be less dangerous when he wasn’t angry. Oswin started tearing up, his legs still shaking and his grip on his master’s arm still desperate.

His master’s other hand cupped his cheek, moving his face more gently this time.

“Make what stop, wizard? What have you done to yourself?”

“The spinning, master,” Oswin answered quietly. “Everything is spinning.”

The Captain scoffed, letting go of Oswin’s face with a little shove that, disoriented as he was, meant Oswin could only stay upright by closing his eyes again and clinging more tightly to the man’s arm.

“Lie down,” his master said, sounding vaguely disgusted. “You’ll look at things for me later. Get some rest.” He muttered something under his breath that Oswin only half-heard. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good.

It was a relief to let go of his master’s arm, as much as it made him feel unmoored in the time it took him to get carefully from his feet to the ground.

Everything still spun, but the pressure of the ground against his side was reassuring, more reassuring than being balanced on his feet.

“I’m going to leave some bread,” his master sad, “Don’t eat it until the spinning stops. If you vomit, I’ll make you lick it up.”

Oswin couldn’t bear to think of either the promise or the threat. Instead, he focused on the darkness inside his eyelids and tried, again, to get ahold of himself. His master’s footsteps sounded impossibly regular, descending the stairs, but when they were gone the world seemed even more impossible, somehow.

Everything was still spinning when he fell asleep, too exhausted for even the sense that he was about to fall to keep his frazzled nerves from giving out.

#fantasy whump #whump #pet whump #d&d wump #panic attacks tw #dizziness tw #threats tw #police brutality tw #fantasy police tw #oswin series #emeto mention #emeto tw #our boy is not doing great #give him some more days and he'll be able to make decisions again

[space-spoon]

gonna try to stay clean for the New Year

I don't think I'll actually stay clean for a whole year but my goal is at least a month :]

#i haven't gotten clean for a month in like a year so it might be hard but i think I've definitely been doing better lately :D #new year stuff?? wiffeywejhchfdgdg #although now it feels like this is my last chance to relapse before I “have to” stay clean #ill probably delete this later like i do with all posts like this #i don't know i just feel ashamed when talking about this stuff especially when its like woah people actually saw my post?? uh oh #eveb though thats the whole point of posting.. to get help and stuff #i don't know #spelling errors go wump wump im nervous typing this

[luimagines]

Alright, to whoever requested the divorce HC,

I hate you! You’re so mean!!! (Joking, completely joking I promise lol).

Were the boys’ childhood trauma and/or adventure trauma not enough for you?? All the fights they’ve fought, all the people they’ve lost?? Nothing??😭 They deserve to be happy, but instead you woke up and thought “You know…I don’t think they’ve suffered enough. How about we make them lose another person! No one special or that traumatizing, just the love of their lives that they thought they’d spend forever with. No big deal!”😭😭😭

How could youuu?!?!?!

Respectfully,

A person who reads LU fanfics on AO3 that are usually wump or angst😂😂😂

Believe it or not, you're not the fist person to come to me with a similar reaction. XD

Thing is, they were (jokingly) blaming me instead of the requester. lol

The requester wanted it to hurt and I like to think I delivered. None of it will be healthy- because let's face it, these boys don't have healthy coping mechanisms. :D

I'm both a little afraid and excited for that post to come out! <3

#pinky replies

[firestar11025]

Predictive text ask (although you have an advantage lol):

Steve’s fists clench by his side before he loosens them and breathes in the scent of fur with a sigh of relief

From this Ask Game. \/

I do have an advantage. :D But, based on just this, I would say you write a lot of fic with strong emotions, so... Wump or angst, based on the word choice.

💜 I tried.

#my asks

[vee-snz]

A little intro thingy!

My name is Vee

They/them and 18!

Snz blog: repost stuff I like, and I post hcs, scenario ideas and write some fanfics

Medias i mainly post: d/cu, j/jk, v/nc, t/rigun stampede etc!

Requests: open! Please ask me to make hcs or fics for any character! If I know them I will do it gladly! Also for fics please give me as much info as you want for the prompt so I can make it how you want it! (Probably won’t write extreme nsfw but I can do a bit)

What I’m into:

Snz (obviously)

Wump

Hurt comfort

What I’m not into:

Em*to

Making stuff of real people

#snz things #snz blog #snzblr #not snz

[shanicetjn]

OC questions: 2, 3, 31, 43

2. Do you have a personal favourite among your OCs?

It surely can't be Mr. Grump Wump al-Harbi.....! 👀💦

3. Have you ever adopted a character or gotten a character from someone else?

Yes, humans and non-humans both!! :>

Jas and I adopted Luke and we share custody with his creator -- Rust. We also adopted Lindsay from another friend of ours! We revamped her only just a couple of years back, hehe.

I technically adopted Jas's OCs as she did with mine! So we're all just one big happy (?) family.

For my adopted non-human characters, you can check them out on my ToyHouse.

31. Pick one OC of yours and explain what their tumblr blog would be like (what they reblog, layout, anything really).

Oh gosh, this is a question I don't think I'll be able to confidently answer cuz even I don't really know what I'm doing here on Tumblr!

But I guess the easiest person that I can give you is Lindsay? Her Tumblog would be very sparkly magical Anime-vibes complete with those auto-play music players (idk if those still exist xD). She loves anything and everything Anime so that's probs the way she would go about reblogging and such too! Probs lots of quotes from Anime as well. :>

I'm so sorry if this is inaccurate to what Tumblr is kalsjdfklasjdfla

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It’s time to confess.

Yeah I think I do, for sure!! :D

For looks - I think it's the shaved sides hairstyle? I really love short hair and shaved sides. Quite a bit of my OCs have that hairstyle but I really do try to give them more variety.. xD

For traits - I think 90% of my OCs are goofy, silly (and crazy). So it'll have to be those traits hahaha. The only person who is actually sane and logical in the Uni-verse is Az (tho he is a massive dork)! But in a world full of silly characters, he's considered the outlier.

#asks #diemarysues #Azrael #Luke #Lindsay

[afarcry5fromstraight]

6, 12, 15, 19, B, and D for Chloe and Theo? :D <3

AHHHHH thank you! Sorry it took me longer, these were super fun <3

OC ask list

6. Do they consider laws flexible or immovable?

No Law has ever stopped Chloe from doing what she wanted to. She may be a deputy, but boy does she wear a set of gray glasses. Chloe’s specialty is bending reality to fit her needs, and she will go to inhumane lengths to run away from herself.  In the beginning, she’s chasing an idealized version of herself. If she could make it as a deputy, it would all have come together.  Only it didn’t. Nothing came together, and nothing got easier at all. In fact shortly after starting to look inwards, the reaping began and her gray glasses did more good for her than harm. She stopped trying. 

12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can't quite reach? 

Chloe has never taken a liking to input from anyone. Positive reinforcement and negative reinforcement the same, she loathes control. Emotionally cornered- there's really no telling how Chloe will get herself out. Impulse control is not her strong suit.  She will fucking reach it, if only to make it stfu- or kill herself in the process. Aut Viam Inveniam Aut Faciam In short, she doesn't deal well, if at all.

 15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first? 

Chloe rehearses very few things. She’s slowly learning that shutting her mouth is smarter, albeit far less funny. She uses humor to deflect from her crippling loss of identity. 

19. What is their favorite number?

17! Her brother was born on October 17th. 

B. What inspired you to create them?

Chloe is my first oc  :’)  She my little trauma baby. I've read fics for over a decade, and used to write a long time ago. Got the big sads for a long ass time. 2022 started my “fuck it, im a cringe-goblin-type-human and imma roll with that”. Turns out that just allowing yourself to do what makes you happy is really fun! I write mostly wump, but lately the worms have been giving me some fluff too. 

D. Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

Shes pretty much always looked the same, minus a slightly varying hair style!

6. Do they consider laws flexible or immovable?

Theo considers his laws immovable. What he himself considers to be law and believes in isn't exactly clear to everyone else, though. 

12. How do they deal with an itch found in a place they can't quite reach?

Theo is actually a very patient man, even if he doesn't look it at first glance. Physical violence and a punitive structure may have given him his opportunities, but he played them smart and made sure the fences were in his favor before making any moves. At any point if Theo feels pushed past his last resort and cornered, his very flexy elastic patience snaps. He becomes a very ugly and unforgiving man forcing hands whichever way he pleases. He is a logical man however, and generally will pull away before reaching that point.  For everything else, sneaking off either into the valley for some endorphins or the henbane for a blunt. When that isn't enough, he buries himself in work, mental or physical. He's avoidant. I could've left it at that.

 15. How do they speak? Is what they say usually thought of on the spot, or do they rehearse it in their mind first? 

Theo doesn't rehearse, he unfortunately just says some WEIRD theater-kid level shit. Here is a list of bizzare Theo quotes I have been DYING to share, just not ready to share the fics quite yet <3 (they are all Norwegian proverbs that are even more bizarre when translated into English).  “-to make cabbage of something” “Speaking through the liver-” “-to swallow some camels” “I have a hen to pick with you.” “All you're going to do is step in the salad.”  “-in the butter’s eye” “Sir, there are owls in the moss.”

19. What is their favorite number?

Theo's favorite number is 9. He likes that 3 goes into it evenly. There really isn't more to it than that.

B. What inspired you to create them?

There is such a massive gap in lore I couldn't NOT make a Chosen oc tbh. Getting to make my own little inner military system has been super fun. Originally I got tired of media making every autistic a monotone asshole. So I made Theo an asshole in the most direct way. Hes a dick JUST BECAUSE. No need to cover it in some ableist excuses. Calling all assholes autistic makes you an asshole, okay? Alright. Sorry there wasn’t supposed to be a lil rant there, whoopsies. 

Have they always had the same physical appearance, or have you had to edit how they look?

Theo has pretty much always looked the same as well. Over the last few weeks I've found myself fine tuning his build, expressions, etc. Over time his nose has just become more broken I think. 

#tysm for this <3 writing it out felt so nice! #Having to look back on oc notes is also a really good feeling #oc: chloe felix #oc: chosen theo #fc5 oc #answered asks

[blackkatmagic]

FWIW - I have no idea where people are getting this interpretation of Cody from the last chapter. His distress over the situation felt incredibly obvious to me? In what universe is his reaction being "cavalier"? Makes me wonder if people are used to only ever reading those over-the-top wump fics where characters spend half the time needing to get sedated because of their panic attacks. Subtlety and nuance doesn't mean characters aren't expressing emotions

I do think that, if you're used to grief being displayed a certain way, that it's hard to recognize a type of grief that looks unfamiliar. Or at least that's my assumption. It only seems to be that one anon/those two anons who jumped to that conclusion, so I am resisting the urge to yank the chapter down and rewrite. :'D

#kat answers

[cringeculturekiller]

EPIC INTRO POST!

Hi there, you can call me Buttons or Queenie, whichever name works for you, I’ll have most of my posts tagged under Buttons however, just for the sake of constancy. I’m 18, however I will not accept any sort of NSFW/NSFT submissions/talk on this blog. MAYBE mild suggestive jokes, but I know a lot of people aren’t comfortable with NSFW/sexual topics so as such I’ll avoid them as much as possible. I use she/he/they and some neos, my main ones being kni/knives, zeep/zeeple, room/rang, and dia/diam, and I’m bi, greyace, autistic, and genderqueer. And I self ship and I love crossovers, so theres that as well.

Anyhoo, welcome! This blog is dedicated to discussing and dismantling cringe culture/fandom cringe poisoning, and also for providing people a safe space to talk about things such as interests, headcannons, crossovers, ideas, identity and whatnot! 

RULES/BYF (these apply for asks, submissions, ect.): - Try to avoid bringing up heavy topics, such as extreme angst, wump, extreme gore whatever people call it these days. You can talk about light angst and whatnot, just make sure to include the appropriate content warnings - I will not allow any sort of dead dove do not eat/proship content on this blog  - I do not want to engage in fandom discourse, it’s draining and at the end of the day that’s not really what this blog is for.  - I WON’T ALLOW ANY SORT OF KINK/NSFW, PERIOD. Even “sfw” kinks, because at the end of the day it will still make people uncomfortable and violated.  - Of course DNI if you’re a terf, exclusionist, anti neopronouns, ect., just I’m not going to engage in queer discourse here.  - Same if you post “otherkin cringe” or whatnot or think kins are cringe, and if you’re ablest  - I will note that often times I’ll have periods where I’m offline from tumblr due to mental health/irl events, so if I don’t get to your ask instantly, don’t worry, it’s likely due to the listed reasons - Just!!! Have fun :D

#intro post #buttons speaking tag #long post #cringe culture is dead

[thelittlemermage]

Oh, fuck.

I see it. 

In the meantime, here’s those things from that gif. They’re voices are ridiculously cute and the only thing from this world I would protect. 

ANYWAY THIS THING SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME AS A KID. 

Idk man, it’s the way it stops so abruptly and dies. Unholy.

He keeps activating this thing like it’s a fucking game. Is this funny to you Scott? Do you revel in my childhood trauma? 

#Mage Liveblogs #the bird thing is called a Wump #idk I think I kept thinking it would do something bad #because they were so adament about not touching it #child me was like WHY. What the FUCK is wrong with it?? D: #maybe this is only scary to children with anxiety

[gildedmuse]

So... I have this bad habit where sometimes, when attempting to summarize the idea for a fic, I go into waaay too much detail.

Like, I don't go as far as to actually wrote the damn thing because, you know, effort and laziness, but... Well, it's a close call. It gets to the point where it's less a summary and more what my friends use to call a Quick Fic. All that's .kissing is the actual dialogue and descriptive narration.

Having said that....

Here is a "summary" of an ZoLaw AU where Law works for Doflamingo...

What happened was, basically, Law got caught by Doflamingo after eating the devil's fruit which eventually allowed him to cure his dieses, thus why he's still alive. Or, at least, isn't dead from lead poisoning. Because let's face it, Doflamingo could have just killed the boy then and there. Sure, he'd have to find the fruit all over again, but better that the deal with this little traitor

Except really it was his brother who had been the traitor. Law is still just a child, and children can be so suspectable to any number of ideas so long as an adult gives them a pat on the head and a treat after.

Which is when Doflamingo realizes that he can just manipulate Law into being another loyal follower. Then eventually - when he's no longer useful - Doffy will have him sacrifice his life for his own immortality. By that point Law will be family, and family never lets Doffy down. Not anymore.

So it's under Doffy's personal tutorage that Law grows up, and as much as he might resit the man who imprisoned Corazon, it's hard not to eventually fall to all Doflamingo's sweet praise and promised. And Law gets what he had wanted all along: a way to get back at the world that willingly watched his home wiped off the official world map and would be happy to see the entire town dead to the very last one. This Law truly earns his title Surgeon of Death, acting as the top officer of Hearts in the Doflamingo crime family. And yet despite his cruelty, he isn't even on the government's wanted list; protected under the Shichibukai's jolly roger.

In the meantime, the Strawhats are still doing their thing right on through Punk Hazard (which they somehow manage to not only live through but actually do more damage and cause twice as much chaos. The biggest difference is that Ceaser and Monet escape and Sanji can't perv out over being in Nami's body). So this time when they roll into Dressrosa it's less "backing up the plan of an ally" and much more "on complete and total accident" and "without a damn clue".

Yeah, basically they're the Grand Line's easiest prey.

But, hey, it works out! Well, no, not really. But Sanji does meet Violet, Luffy meet Sabo and help recover Ace's devil's fruit, and Zoro does get lost and require a magic fairy guide. Plus, hey, since they're not really there for any purpose other than that they happened to be passing by, it's not like they can't pull a dine and dash. They may be unprepared, but The Monster Trio can still keep up the fight until everyone is back on the Sunny.

A perfect escape!

Except no.

Because Luffy isn't totally ready to leave, not when he wants to know more about what Sabo is doing and help his new friend Rebecca. Not that they have time to debate the merits of staying or pulling a tactical retreat since at that poing Big Momma is on their ass. And that scary dude in the long black coat is still somehow following them, teleporting himself through the fucking air like wtf why is this happening now!? Nami is forced to make an executive decision: they're can't stay. Also, oh God oh God they're trapped and they're going to be killed and oh God.

It's moments like these you're almost thankful one of your crew members is a total maniac. Because in the middle of all this mess, Zoro just smirks, tells Nami to just concentrate on getting away from that annoying ass ship, he's got their other attacker covered. Which only makes everyone freaks out MORE because what is Zoro thinking: he'll be killed! ("Not immediately, of course. First they'll likely torture him for information, perhaps even kill him as slowly as possible." / "What? Why would you say that? That is not SUPER helpful to hear right then!") The Sunny goes into an all out panic attack. Everyone is yelling or crying or both.

Except Luffy.

Luffy who looks at Zoro, at the singing ship, at the dark power user trying to slash their ship apart, at the shore line of this island and the way it radiates a fake happiness covering Rebecca's very real pain. Luffy who just lowers his hat over his eyes and gives the nod.

Zoro smiles, and is immediately almost clobbered by a giant Chopper. What is Luffy saying? Don't they realize that is the same guy who almost took down Sanji, Zoro AND Luffy only moments ago? Zoro can't fight him alone! Sanji, more calm than the rest, lights a cigarette while explaining that he's not trying to stop Zoro from getting himself killed or anything, but Chopper is right. That guy was incredibly tough, and there's no way Zoro can do it alone ("Shut up dartbrow! You don't know what the hell you're talking about! I could take him down with just the two swords! With one hand behind my back!" / "He already kicked your ass once, Marimo! Or have you forgotten because of all the head trauma!?" / "The only reason he kicked OUR asses is because YOU kept getting in my way you damn weak-ass cook!" / "WHAT DID YOU CALL ME, IDIOT MARIMO!?") Franky tries to regulate the fight but he's busy blocking those deadly aimed slashes from hitting his poor ship while Brook and Kin'emon work on stopping the incoming cannon balls. Either way they're going to have to do something SUPER fast if they want to get out of here. Yeah, Luffy, we need an actual plan. We can't just send Zoro out to-

"Zoro", Luffy says and despite everything going on around them the deck of the Sunny goes really quiet. They all know that tone. "Zoro, I need you to take care of this until we can get back. I still need to kick Mingo's ass for a friend."

At the sound of his captain's no nonsense voice, Zoro is suddenly easily able to stand, shrugging off the pile of people trying to stop him from jumping to his death (and by pile of people I do mean the coward trio and Sanji, who is mostly just trying to get in a few kicks). He draws Wado, clutching the katana in his teeth and yet still somehow manages what you know is a smirk. It's a promise.

And like that, Zoro is launching himself right into the blue sphere of the battle.

A battle against one of Doflamingo's top officers. A devil's fruit user with a twisted heart and home field advantage. Needless to say, it does not end well for our hero.

—🧡—

Although, Law has to give his rival swordsman some credit. He has his share of fun toying with the boy, and despite never standing any real chance of victory Law can admit the strawhat pirate puts up a better fight than most. Far better than Law had been expecting from some one so new to the New World (supposedly he got Mihawk to agree to train him, but Law has met the Hawk Eye and finds the idea utterly absurd). Then there is the way his smile had just an edge of what Law could only call manical delight, even when it became clear he'd long lost. This greenhaired kid really is stupid enough to believe his captain will come back for him. As though he would come charging back into Doflamingo's territory a second time just to retrieve a single crew member. One who was not only crazy enough to sacrifice himself but couldn't even win the fight. At the same time the swordman's loyalty and faith - as misplaced as it is - is kind of... Adorable. Who knew someone could come so far on the Grand Line and still be so innocent?

Law immediately wants to corrupt it.

Thes other family members will whine tell you, Doffy has always had... Let's say... A "soft spot" for Law. He's spoiled that brat for years, is what they mean but don't dare to say. Sure enough, Law barely has to work to talk Doffy around to letting him personally see to the prisoner's arrangements. Doflamingo is a little suspecious at first (he can never truly trust Law, not after the Corazon incident), but he quickly dismisses it. He's had the Heart Officer's loyalty for years now.

Of course, when he sees the spark of interest light in his apprentice as they eye their newest spoils of war, he can't help but tease Law. After all, Zoro is quite an enticing young man and Law isn't the only one there who likes pretty things. They're so fun to destroy which - judging from the way Law shivers when Doffy runs a hand through thick green hair before yanking the boys head back against the wall hard enough to leave the young captive panting and dizzy - is precisely his protege's plan.

(Doflamingo also happens to know Zoro almost definitely had trained under Mihawk, and he would love to see his fellow warlord's eyes flash with barely contained anger when he learns how Doflamingo has broken his favorite toy. It's not his fault - Mihawk is always so uptight and repressed, it makes agonizing him too much fun for Doflamingo to resist.)

In the end, though, he knows when Law's determination is set. And for whatever reason the boy has decided he absolutely has to be the one to keep their guest "comfortable" while his captain makes up his mind on what he'll do. So Doflamingo only teases for a bit - touches a little, plays with the barely conscious boy kneeling at his feet, enjoys the way Zoro still has enough spirit left to try taking bite when Doffy's fingers trail to close to his bloody lips (oh, and, what a joy! Law nearly growls at the prospect of not being the one to ruin the boy!) - but eventually he stops his little game. He gives in, telling Law to have fun with his treasure. He is the one who took him down after all. It is only fair he keeps him.

Just try not to completely break the poor thing, not until Strawhat returns for him.

Law snorts at the very idea. This is hardly the first time they'd done this. He's never seen a single captain try and retrieve their stolen property (he has of course, but he doesn't remember them). He doesn't see why Strawhat-ya would be particularly special.

Before Doflamingo can come up with a clever, vague answer about Law trusting him, Zoro suddenly gives a bark of laughter that would have scared lesser men senseless. It only serves to draw the two men's interest back to their little pet.

Luffy won't come back for him, Zoro confirms, much to Law's surprise (he personally never thought Strawhat-ya would, but then why would the swordsman sacrifice himself so willingly for a man he has so little faith in?) and has Doflamingo raising an eyebrow in.... Interest. Zoro looks at both of them with no fear, like he hadn't taken a humiliating defeat and is even now bloody and chained up, helplessly listening in on these two infamous pirates talk about him like he is a mere object. Actually, if anything, he appears to be wearing a smirk under all that blood. Because he knows something they don't.

Luffy won't come back for him, because his captain knows Zoro doesn't need to be rescued.

To Law, this makes Zoro look like an even sweeter treat. Doflamingo is simply amused, remarking that perhaps their little pup has yet to realize the leash around his neck is shaped like a noose.

Zoro meets his gaze, steady yet daring. He promised Luffy that he'd take care of it, and so that is what he will do. He'll never go back on his word, especially when it comes to his captain. Something Doflamingo with his distrusting and fear-toed crew couldn't understand. So see, their plan to use Zoro as bait will never work, because Zoro swore to Luffy that he'd be take care of it. So he will. Luffy has enough faith in Zoro that he'd never believe anything less and would never turn around out of doing to try and mount a rescue.

No, when Luffy comes back it will be for the sole purpose of kicking Doflamingo's ass.

The mood darkens. In a flash, Doflamingo is in back in front of him, yanking Zoro forward by the chin. He squeezes hard enough to bruise. You can hear the cracking of bone as he explains to Zoro exactly how precarious his current position is only to grow second by second more frustrate by Zoro's completely lack of fear. So he squeezes harder. He slams the boys head back into the wall and starts smiling when he gets a since from the stoic swordsman.

Before he can do any real damage Law steps in, reminding Doffy that he promised him he could have the boy. And just like that, Doflamingo's whole mood appears to shift back to calm. He puts on his fake smile and let's Zoro go, even pets the boy's hair. Of course, he had promised. And he, too, is a man of his word. Something Zoro will surely learn in time now that he is one of them.

Zoro, now with blurred vision and the taste of fresh blood on his tongue, is smart enough not to answer. But not smart enough to lower his head or try and appear humbled. Lucky for him, Doflamingo decides the boy isn't worth it. When he turns around he notes the hungry way Law is eyeing the kneeling prisoner behind him. Which brings a crueller, yet more genuine, smile to Doffy's featurss. The Strawhats vice captain may act invincible now, but he's never faced Doflamingo's own Surgeon Of Death. As disinterested and put off as Law might usually act, the boy can be dangerously twisted. He's sure his top officer will break the young pirate down bit by bit - both literally and figuratively - long before his captain can come running back in to try and find him (and Doflamingo is sure Strawhat will, no matter what Zoro might think).

He leaves with one last reminder to Law not to completely shatter the infamous Pirate Hunter. No, Doffy would hate to see their newest family member treated so poorly, especially seeing as he has much bigger plans in store for the young Mr. Roronoa. Specifically, he wants to see the face of Monkey D Luffy when he watches as the last bit of his first mate's spirit broken.

And because Doffy practically raised the boy and knows exactly the right buttons to push, he decides to give Law a little extra motivation to bring Zoro to that point. Just in case that interest turns into something dangerous like longing or - laughable as it is - actual fondness. It's so simple, too: as he walks by he simply whispers how there is nothing like crushing the heart of unrequited love.

It will be such a treat, tearing Zoro from his captain, and watching Luffy realize he's lost his chance to love the other man, wouldn't it Law? What a truly tragic romance. It almost makes you hope the two of them at least had some time together. Law didn't happen to give them a moment along before forcing Zoro to throw himself into the fight, hmm? Just a small, precious second or so for the two to share a final kiss. After all, not even Doffy is so cruel as to deny the poor boys such a tender moment.

Sure enough, Law's eyes immediately narrow and Doflamingo can feel the jealousy rolling off him. Not because Law gives a damn for their prisoner's feelings - Doflamingo raised him better than that - but he always has had a possessive streak. Having taken an interest in the swordsman, he will hate the thought that the boy might even think of another or that Law won't be the first to possess him in ever possible way.

Doffy leaves with a cruel, deep laugh. He can't wait until dinner, when he may just happen to remember the rumours about his "friend" Mihawk and his taking a young green-haired boy under this wing and in to his bed. By tomorrow he suspects every part of Zoro's body will bare at least some mark that he now firmly belongs to no one but Trafalgar Law.

#one piece #roronoa zoro #trafalgar d. water law #trafalgar law #zolaw #lawzo #zoro x law #donquixote doflamingo #dressrosa arc #evil law is also pretty sexy #evil Law #Zoro wump #Love me some fierce ass Zoro #also love me some beat up and bloodied Zoro #its okay some how thos all ends in fluff and cuddles #the zolaw au nobody asked for #one piece fanfiction #fanfiction #only not really #fanfic ideas #fanfic plots #fanfic summaries #that go way too indepth #like just waaaaayyyy too far #my writings

[randomingoftherandomness]

Hi! So...wenzhou, gods these two have taken over my life, and here I am again buzzing with ideas that keep me awake at night.

This one is with some big SPOILERS, because ep. 32-33 (are you okay? I'm not okay). So, if you are not comfortable with writing it, or it won't make much sense, no worries at all, buuuut what if: what happened on that cliff was not part of an elaborate plan, but everything was for real. The fall, the injury, except for the death part. What if when zzs finds wks's body in that shed with the Beauty Ghost, he can hear the barest of heartbeats, wks is still clinging to life and zzs takes him away from there and brings wks somewhere safe, contacts the seventh lord for help and they go into hiding together. Zzs takes care of wks, until he recovers and they make a plan to fix everything TOGETHER. I know that ep 33 probably explains why it was important for wks to fake his death, but it just hurts too much to know that he told nothing to his A-xu. So, what i'm asking for is basically an AU. I just want some wks wump, and them together against the word, as it should be (and NO nail extractions jfc, two years is already short enough).

I hope i was coherent enough, but like I said, no hard feelings, if it's not your cup of tea. It's just my conspiracy brain taking over :"D

Have a great day and stay safe!

Okay, so I am gonna come right out and say that I’m still extraordinarily bereft at having lived up until that last scene in the extra episode they gave us 🥲 it’s not that I don’t think that this is a very very good prompt because it sure as hell is, but at this juncture all I can offer you is this very short snippet that I hope that you can come bother me to expand when the YouTube audience has caught up somewhat so that this can be an AU that we can all enjoy together. Consider this your Carte Blanche for this prompt ✌🏼

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There is a thread of life that exists in every single human being. Whether they be Kings or beggars, where your thread frays and ends, that is the moment your lungs expand for the last time.

Zhou Zishu is holding on to his Lao Wen with enough fervour and desperation pouring out of him that if he had to fight the Heavens to keep his Lao Wen here with him, he would.

He has exhausted three horses just to get them this close to salvation and he knows he will have to carry Lao Wen the rest of the way if his letter has yet to make it.

Darkness prickles at the edges of his sights but he shakes it off, bright bursts of light in the backs of his eyes that leaves him dizzy.

A quick look down to the Lao Wen’s still and silent form is enough for him to dig into the last vestiges of strength he has left in him. Aching bones protesting, head splitting with a pain that has him tasting bile, but he pushes them all down. All for the sake of the one in his arms.

Just when Zhou Zishu feels his horse whinny, he sees the riders coming his way. Three. He freezes, hand going to his sword. Lao Wen doesn’t stir through this and he feels some hopeless part of his heart break and he folds him right against his chest, feeling the burn of tears but knowing none will come.

He will die before he lets anyone take Lao Wen from him.

“Zishu!”

He knows that voice.

“Zishu!” His heart catches in his throat at the sight of a figure in dark clothes at the head of the group and the pale face of his friend by his side.

The relief that courses through his veins is enough to bring him stumbling to his knees. Bei Yuan and Wu Xi dismount swiftly, Ping An climbing down only a beat slower to rush to his side.

He reaches out a hand to Wu Xi, pressing every desperate hope and impossible wish into his words.

“Save him.”

#woh spoilers #word of honor #wenzhou #wen kexing #zhou zishu #gab writes stuff #omgoliveoil96 #to revisit

[20xbetterthanu]

live blogging Friends in Low Places by @esperantoauthor because that’s what i said i’d do

CHAPTER UN

THWACK. 

hell of an intro. i love it.

stop hurting kurt. i’ll beat your ass.

WUMP

is that—is that blaine?

yes it is. why are they in a dumpster?

bully bastards i will—i will hurt a mofo over klaine.

tiny blaine cant get out of the dumpster lmao

who is marlene…i can’t spell her last name

blaine and headphones with blue jeans and graphic t shirts is he me?

NO HAIR GEL??

esp who is this human

why do i like it so much?

b l a i n e y d a y s p l e a s e t a l k t o s o m e o n e

libraries are amazing. before COVID the library was the spot to be before school began, at least for my friends. relationships were born at those tables we’d pushed together. friendships. food was shared. christmas parties. secret santas. people made out and cuddled behind the stacks. couples chose books for one another. beef was started and ended in there. *sigh* those were the days. (i just got real reminiscent oops)

he threw his notebook against the wall and you want him to be QUIET??how about ‘what’s wrong?’ smh

oh my. oh blaine. i am so ready for this fic!!!

#live blogging #friends in low places #esperantoauthor #fanfiction #friends in low places spoilers

[whumpiary]

I'm really curious about your username. What's the story behind it? How do I read it? :D

You can read it/pronounce it how you like, I’m not precious! Keeping mind that I’m Australian, so my accent will factor into how I pronounce it vs how others would, the way I say it would be close to “wump-ee-air-ree.” Whump like “jump”, and iary like “beastiary”.

In terms of the story:

This might not be what you’re asking but I’m gonna assume you don’t know what “whump” means in case that’s your question! Whump is the style of writing I tend to (though, not always!) drift towards, both in reading and writing. A bunch of people have defined whump better than I can or will but it’s essentially the hurt/comfort trope, generally with an emphasis on the “hurt”. (Though personally, I looooove some good comfort. Especially if it’s angsty as shit)

There’s a whole community of us who like to hurt our fictional characters a whole bunch and then see how they deal with. This hurt can be physical, emotional, or psychological. Even sickness! For me, I like to hit on a bit of each, though some people will drift more to one side than another (some people prefer just sickfics for example, some just torture, some just emotional). People tend to all define whump a little differently from each other and many people have defined it a lot better than I can or will, so I’ll link to a couple of those down below for you!

When I was joining the whump community I wanted to have that in the url somewhere, and then just added on -iary to the end there. I can’t remember if it was me literally thinking about the word “beastiary” and adapting from that or if I made that connection after making cool sounds and landing on “whumpiary” but here we are!

To be honest, if I was naming the blog now, I think I’d probably go with something less whump-specific, because I do worry that I wander out of that category quite a bit for a “whump blog”. But whumpiary is the #brand now and I enjoy being a part of this community very much, so chances of me changing it are slim 😅

Thanks for asking!

For more on what whump is or how folks define it:

@dailywhump‘s “What does whump mean?” post

@whumpster-dumpster‘s “What is whump?” post

@justwhumpythings‘s “defining whump” tag

#Anonymous #answered #about nell #kinda #defining whump

[beautyjammxo]

N.Vincible! | Let's Play: Crash Bandicoot 4: It's About Time!! 

IT’S ABOUT WUMPING TIME!! 

Following on from Warped we start a brand new adventure together in this brand new Crash game!! 

I’ve been so excited about this game since it first got announced and I cannot wait to share my first-ever playthrough of this game with you :D 

In this episode, we take on the first 2 levels, Rude awakening and N.Sanity Peak, we collect major gems and we unlock Lani Loli!! 

If you want to come on this new Crash adventure with me then consider subscribing so you don’t miss when I upload! Thanks guys!!

#Crash Bandicoot #Crash Bandicoot 4 #Crash 4 #crash bandicoot 4 it's about time #crash 4 its about time #crash 4 it's about time #crash bandicoot 4 its about time #gamer #gaming #lets play #video games #youtube #youtuber #youtube girl #youtube gamer #gaming channel #youtube gaming #subscribe #youtube gameplay #gameplay #games #game #youtube video #gamer girl #gaming youtube #gaming youtuber #gamer chick #gamer gal #follow

[indulgentarcher]

U guys A baby hugged me today and it was the HIGHLIGHT of my day.....

Imagine a lil 1-2 y/o All excited in a lil yellow jacket with yellow baby leggings and lil yellow bow to hold up the tiniest ponytail on her head. This was a PURE sunshine child.

Her mommies havibg her run bc theyre excited to see the movie!!! Wump. Eh its fine back up she goes, they dont care. She waves at me and im instant Hi!!!!!!!!!!! Hello there!!!! Bc baBIES. She gets

S O

E XC I T E D

bolts RIGHT up to my till with her arms open for a hug like. Tge smallest baby face peeking up the counter.

About to cry, "Awwha shes gonna want a hug now-" mo. sounds endeared AND worried and im just. Instant arms open excited, "YoU WA N NA LIFT HER UP????"

Freaking beaming mommy lifts her and i just, "Wanna hugggg???" Baby Hugs my whole head bc im shory and shes standing on my counter and I love her hugging her back so gentle anx judt.

that was the HIGHLIGHT of my day. Babies are so pure they dont know anything theyre just beacons of wonder and joy and I adore them. ;0; ))

#ooc #Storytime #Baaaaaabbbyyyyyyyyyyy