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lixxen · 10 months

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You can tell them what you saw in me and not the way I am (The Spot x Male!Reader)

If no one got me, this Mitski song has me.

I'm sorry in advance.

Warnings: grief and whump

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Eyes stared up at the dark sky.

The sky seemed never ending, an abyss of only darkness that was pin pricked with barely visible stars. The pollution of the city's lights drowned out the possibility to see any of the intricate wonders that surely was on display for it to see.

Eyes blink as the moon was covered by a cloud. Nothing new.

It had been 180 days, 13 hours, and 40 minutes since Y/n had last seen Jonathan Ohnn.

Life had lost its color since then. The world felt meek and washed out. As if someone had spilled a cup of water on a dried watercolor painting; wiping and dabbing up the mess with a paper towel that blurred lines and muddled the painting that was once a masterpiece. It dulled everything and took away the beauty.

You couldn't blame Y/n as he stood in the middle of Central Park. People walked by him, pushing past as he didn't move. They grumbled at him, casting him odd looks as they wondered what his problem was.

He had lost the one thing that kept him together. It was a shock as one day, he had turned on the news to see that the one person in his life's work had exploded. Fear had shot through him and he called for hours. His phone went to voicemail each time.

Even showing up at the ever cluttered apartment didn't work. Fists slamming onto an old wooden door, voice cracking as choked cries called out the voice of his lover. No answer ever came. Every single time he showed up.

After months, the neighbors told him to leave and not come back.

So there he stood in Central Park, 180 days after the love of life had disappeared from his life. Thoughts flew through his head as the gaping hole within him festered and warped. They festered and grew as he turned his head.

His friend was approaching him.

That's why he was here.

"Y/n, why're you in the middle of the sidewalk?" His friend asked with a concerned frown. She looked worried as she placed her hands onto his shoulders.

"I was looking at the sky." Y/n motioned loosely to the sky, his friend's eyes flicking up at the motion. She looked back at him and sighed.

"Again?" She asked, knowing the answer.

Y/n didn't reply, but let her direct him out of the way and towards the benches that littered the sidewalks. The two sat down and Y/n stared into his hands.

His friend watched him closely. He could feel her eyes honed in on him from behind her circle glasses. He refused to look at her, his hands clasping so he didn't pick at his skin.

"He isn't coming back." She had started.

Y/n took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Y/n, you're holding onto someone who is more than likely dead." She spoke softly to him, her normally coarse voice holding a calming smooth tone.

"I can't let him go, Delilah." Y/n slowly opened his eyes again. He didn't look at her. "It would have been mentioned in the police reports."

"Some things aren't mentioned in public reports." Delilah put her hand over his. "You need to move on. He's a guy who would have came and went, like the others. You've said it yourself, Y/n. Men come and go."

"But not him, Delilah." Y/n looked up finally, meeting her brown eyes. He watched as her eyebrows pinched. "He was everything to me. He was the reason I could wake up and want to be a better person. He was... He made everything seem lighter. I could finally escape the claws of everything that has happened."

"Y/n..." Delilah started, but Y/n kept going.

"He wasn't some guy who would use me. He was genuine and put so much love into his work." Y/n shook his head at her. "From the way that he would talk about everything that he wanted to do. The way that he saw the world. He was going to open the possibilities for us. He was going to take me away from everything."

Y/n felt his chest tighten up as the words crashed like waves out of him.

"You never got to see him like I did. The striving for greatness and being loved by everyone he met because he was just... A dork. He had no confidence on the inside, but he held himself like he was on the same level as everyone around him." Y/n squeezed Delilah's hand. "He was my world, Delilah. He was the sun shining onto my Earth, keeping me pulled in and waiting to see him again in the morning. His light was keeping me from slipping away into the abyss that called for me."

He was crying.

Delilah watched as her best friend broke down. He was a hardened person, one who had seen troubles throughout their years of knowing each other. But the simple prospect of a mousey man who couldn't hold up in anything but his smarts being dead was tearing down the mountain of a friend she cherished too much.

"Y/n, if he is out there he will come back." Delilah offered a weak smile to Y/n.

"Promise?" Y/n asked as he wiped his face with his sleeve.

"I promise."

The bar wasn't packed, the regulars all day in their usual spots and talked in hushes voices.

Delilah wiped a glass and stacked it as someone walked in.

She looked up to see a fully white man with black spots walk in. He had never stepped foot into the bar and seemed to be out of his league as he approached the bar.

"Hello." The man tilted his head as he leaned against the bar top, oblivious to the others stared at him.

"You sure you're in the right place?" Delilah didn't know who this man was. She didn't trust some new chump who hadn't made a splash yet in the city to turn up.

"I was hoping to get a drink, if I could." The man tapped his hands against the bar.

"You got an ID on you?" Delilah raised an eyebrow. "I don't recognize you. Clearly you haven't been around enough to work your way in here."

"Oh!" The man nods and reached into the black spot on his face. He pulled out a wallet as he spoke. "I'm The Spot. I'm new to this."

Delilah hummed as she watched him fish out an ID and ramble.

"I had to resort to this. Because who would hire someone who looks like me? My family doesn't even talk to me. So why not, y'know?" He finally found it as he was talking. "That's what happens when you're turned into a monster because of an explosion in a lab."

Delilah took the ID and glanced at him. His voice was familiar.

"An explosion?" She flipped the ID to face her.

"You've heard about Alchamex, right?" The Spot sounded bitter.

Delilah then saw the ID and a pit formed in her throat.

Jonathan Ohnn. Birth date January 13th, 1985.

The picture was a familiar man; his hair long and brown. He had moles on his face and glasses on his face.

Y/n's presumably dead boyfriend.

"I can't serve you." Delilah handed back his ID.

"What?" He took his ID back and stuck it back into his wallet. "Why not? I'm legal age and I've been slowly making a name."

"I can't help you." Delilah stood her ground and tilted her chin up. "You have to leave."

The bar patrons all turned to watch. They all seemed on edge as Delilah rejected the spotted man.

"Hey! D-lister dalmatian. You're not the level you have to be to work here. Get out!" One of the patrons called out. "You're out of your league."

"I deserve to be here just as you." The Spot shot back.

Delilah's patience was waning.

"The lady said get out." The man with a goblin mask said, his name was Harry.

"But-" The Spot started but got cut off.

"OUT!" Delilah yelled and slammed a fist onto the bar top.

The bar went silent, the band who normally played in the back stopped and all conversation came to a halt.

"Fine." The Spot straightened and left.

The silence stretched past him leaving as the patrons watched their host. Her hand was trembling as she stared at the bar top.

This was worse than him dying.

Y/n didn't understand why this was happening.

The world was seemingly falling apart as buildings came crashing onto the streets of New York. The sky was a pitch black, almost consumed as it swirled with some color came and went.

Y/n ran as fast as he could, his chest heaving as he passed others who were running to escape from the falling buildings.

Y/n had ran to Delilah's job, but it was crushed to a rubble and he couldn't get in to see if she was in there. So he ran and ran.

In the sky was different versions of Spider-Man. They were scooping people up and trying to move them out of the way. Their presence and the way they emerged from the sky through an orange portal felt like the sixth seal of the apocalypse had been broken. Coming as angels to save the people from their horrible fate.

Y/n ran until his breath started to catch in his throat and buildings started to fall into giant black holes. They were swallowed up and were released farther away, crushing the spiders underneath their mass.

"Spider-Man!" A voice called out. It was loud and crystal clear. Familiar and it made Y/n stop in his tracks.

Above him now was a ever shifting figure. His body was pure black; looking as if he was made of pure energy and matter as while spots swirled on him. He held his arms out as holes appeared around him.

The younger and newer Spider-Man was now standing on a building nearby, holding someone in his arms.

"Finally, you can't tell me that I am worth to fight you. I am now the equal piece to you!" The villain called out with a flare of his arms.

The voice.

That voice.

Y/n stared up in horror as the villain kept talking.

It was Jonathan.

His Jonathan.

The one that he had cried over for a year now.

"I created you." Jonathan called out to Spider-Man. "Now it's my job to destroy you."

Y/n watched in horror as Jonathan took buildings and rained them down onto the young hero. Around Y/n was heroes that weren't meant to be there. They were either laying on the ground unconscious or trying to pick up one of the unconscious.

It was a massacre.

Y/n couldn't move. He couldn't take his eyes away from the figure that used to be the man he had once loved. He couldn't stop watching the horror that was Jonathan trying to destroy the young man that had protected them all.

Hands grabbed Y/n and started to pull him away.

"You need to get out of here!" Someone called out.

Y/n tore his eyes away to see a version of Spider-Man looking down at him. The man's suit was partially destroyed and a single exposed eye was blown wide.

"I... I can't." Y/n shook his head and tried to tug himself away. "I have to stop him."

"Are you insane?" The spider asked and tried to keep his hold.

"Let me go!" Y/n tried to push the man off now.

Y/n looked up to Jonathan again, the last semblance of hope slowly growing.

"JONATHAN! JONATHAN HELP!" Y/n screamed out.

Y/n saw his head snap to Y/n. It solidified that it was in fact Jonathan. The two stared at each other as Y/n struggled to fight against the Spider-Man.

Jonathan raised a hand, a black hole appearing below Y/n and the Spider-Man. The two fell through and landed a few feet away. They hit the ground with a groan, breaking apart and rolling onto their sides.

Y/n slowly gets up and turns to the spider. The man was getting up slowly and Y/n turned to look at Jonathan. His attention was back onto their young Spider-Man, but his hand was still aimed towards them.

Y/n stumbled a few feet before the spider grabbed his ankle.

"Please, run. He will kill you." The spider coughed as he tried to get up.

"I can't. I can't do that." Y/n shook his head.

Crackling could be heard from above Y/n and the spider. Y/n looked up to see a large part of the building falling.

Y/n grabbed onto the spider with a yell, trying to move him out of the way. Y/n felt panic engulf him as he failed to get the spider far.

Y/n dropped to his knees and grabbed onto the spider, pulling him close and closing his eyes. Then he felt the ground underneath them disappear.

Y/n looked up to see Jonathan again looking towards them. Y/n then looked up to see the building falling and falling.

Y/n and the spider fell through the spot.

So did the building.

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kabie-whump · 19 days

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WoW Birthday Whump Day 2

(finally)

Prompt: Starvation / Thirst / "Please..."

Additional content: vampire whumpee, blood, passing out, Carewhumpee, character death mentions (undead), CPR mention, self harm (sort of)

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Caretaker knocks on Whumpee’s door. They take a short step back while they wait, picking anxiously at their nails. It’s been a week since anyone heard from Whumpee. Caretaker wasn’t too worried at first - Whumpee’s always been a bit of an introvert. But then Whumpee’s mom called Caretaker in tears saying Whumpee had missed their weekly video chat and that is just not normal.

Caretaker waits for a few minutes before knocking again. Then another few minutes. They try calling Whumpee again. Nothing.

Caretaker pockets their phone and raises their hand to pound on the door. Their phone buzzes. It’s a text from Whumpee.

Caretaker tries to call them again and it goes straight to voicemail. Growling, they respond in text instead.

They watch the typing bubble appear, and then disappear, and then appear again.

<. . . fine.>

There’s soft footsteps. Caretaker takes a step back, prepared for Whumpee to open the door. Then, a crash from inside.

“Whumpee?!”

No answer.

Caretaker rams their shoulder into the door. It only takes two tries for it to slam open, and Caretaker makes a mental note to get stronger screws for the frame because that’s just not safe.

They find Whumpee lying on the ground in the hallway, water and broken glass scattered around them from a vase they’d knocked over on their descent.

Caretaker rushes to their side with a gasp, not caring about the glass. “Whumpee, oh my god!” They take their friend’s face into their shaking hands, pressing two fingers to their throat to check their pulse.

There’s nothing. No pulse.

“No no no no no,” Caretaker sobs. They roll Whumpee onto their back, then get out their phone to call 911 before they start CPR.

A cold hand snatches Caretaker’s wrist, knocking their phone to the ground. Caretaker yelps.

“Don’t.” It’s fragile but it’s definitely Whumpee’s voice. Caretaker’s gaze slowly moves up Whumpee’s body to find their face. Oh god, why are they so pale? They look like a corpse. But their eyes are open and they’re staring straight at Caretaker.

The hand gripping Caretaker’s wrist loosens and then thumps on the floor.

“Holy shit,” Caretaker gasps. “What- You don’t have a pulse!”

“I know,” Whumpee rasps. “Just. Please… Don’t call anyone.”

“You need an ambulance!”

“No. It won’t…” Whumpee trails off, panting weakly. “Won’t help.”

Caretaker scoops them up gently. Their skin is so cold. Holy shit they feel dead.

Whumpee’s head lolls to the side as Caretaker lays them down on the couch. Their throat is caked in dried blood. There’s a clear bite wound in the middle of it.

“Your neck…” Caretaker's eyes go wide. They’ve read enough shitty romance novels to recognize this scenario. But it’s not possible. People don’t become vampires in real life. And this isn’t nearly as sexy. “Oh my god. Whumpee what the fuck?!”

“I… please…” Whumpee sounds absolutely desperate.

“What do you need?” Caretaker is starting to have a suspicion, but they really really want to be wrong.

“I don’t know… Please, help me.”

“Oh my god. Shit. Okay.” Caretaker wanders back over to the mess Whumpee had made when they fell and retrieves a shard of glass. They kneel next to the couch and stare down at the glass, feeling deranged for what they’re about to do. As carefully as they can with their shaking hands, Caretaker draws the edge of the glass along their wrist.

Blood blooms from the shallow cut and Whumpee’s nostrils flare. They tilt their head towards Caretaker. “Please…”

Caretaker feels dizzy already, but they bring the cut to Whumpee’s lips.

Whumpee’s hands latch onto Caretaker’s arm with a strength they didn’t look capable of. Their mouth opens against the cut as Whumpee drinks eagerly.

“Holy fuck,” Caretaker whimpers, grabbing the couch cushion with their unoccupied hand. “This is happening.”

Sharp teeth nudge at the edge of the cut, then sink deeper, tearing it open wider. Caretaker groans, fighting back the urge to pull their wrist away. It hurts, but Whumpee is getting visibly better by the second. Caretaker watches with awe as color returns to Whumpee’s skin and the wound on their throat starts to knit itself shut.

“This is nothing like Twilight,” Caretaker whispers.

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wherethewhumpthingsare · 23 days

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Kairos (카이로스) Whumplist

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Whumpee: Kim Seo Jin (김서진) Portrayed by: Shin Sung Rok (신성록)

Synopsis: A woman, looking for her mother, and a man who lost his family, work together each day to save their loved ones from their tragic fates. (Google)

Genre: Action, Thriller, Drama, Sci-Fi

Where to Watch: Viki.com

Note: This drama had whump in just about every episode, both emotional and physical.

TW: S*icide (especially episode 1)

SPOILERS AHEAD!

Episode 1: anxious, building suddenly crumbling around him, waking abruptly, anxious & taking meds (00:44); panicked, worried for his daughter (20:40); exhausted, chapped lips, been awake all night, desperate, upset, shouting, crying (24:35); looking exhausted, receives alarming call, upset, scared (41:20); speaking to his daughter’s kidnapper, scared (45:40); restless, getting upset, panting, sees something deeply disturbing, shocked, weeping (50:20); told shocking news, weeping, argument with wife, weeping (57:25); worried, listening to wife's s*icide voicemail (1:04:00); trying to search for wife in the river, grabbed & stopped, in denial, weeping, in shock, almost leaping from bridge (1:06:00))

Episode 2: repeat of last scene from previous ep, crying, almost leaping from bridge (0:00); agitated (5:20); looking exhausted, baggy eyes (10:08); looking at old photos of daughter, distressed (14:40); woken from sleep, exhausted, baggy eyes, chapped lips, shocked, furious, attacking someone he thinks killed his daughter, pulled away (18:35); crying, feeling useless, nightmare: building collapsing around him, waking covered in debris, waking up panting, medicating, distressed while listening to upsetting recording (22:00); frustrated (37:00); talking about almost getting killed (52:50); shocked, relieved, crying (1:00:40))

Episode 3: lunging at someone in anger, held back, shouting, having a breakdown, weeping, shaking (9:00); frustrated, distressed, panting (17:00); sad memory, crying (27:50); red-rimmed eyes, looking sick & exhausted, crying (31:50); past self told about his daughter's future death (35:00); sudden head pain, new memory surfacing (40:25); alone, crying (53:15); upset, hearing shocking news (56:30); worried for someone (59:07)

Episode 4: coming upon a murder scene, frustrated (3:35); speaking to his daughter's killer, crying, angry (22:30); interrogated (30:40); sudden headache during interrogation, groaning (36:35); still being interrogated, headache (44:05); frustrated, headache, worried (54:00); angry (57:00)

Episode 5: angry, headache, memory surfacing (13:15); headache, memory surfacing (23:40); startled, falling & panting, scared (1:05:40)

Episode 6: waking from nightmare, panting (10:10); suffering from insomnia, asking for stronger meds (17:45); shocked, panting, upset (22:50); stressed, medicating (59:20); sleeping, accused of murder, fleeing, jumping from balcony, injured knee, shouting in pain, limping, arrested, pushed down on his injured knee (1:01:20)

Episode 7: sudden headache, memory surfacing (31:55); shocked by betrayal, teary eyed, hit in the back of the head twice, bleeding, slowly passing out (1:04:20)

Episode 8: pretending to be unconscious, face covered in blood, crying, you can see his pulse jumping like crazy in this scene (0:25); past self drunk, stumbling, arguing, shouting (2:30); still lying in bed, bandage on his head (7:20); still unconscious (20:10); 25:38(almost drugged, disintegrating (25:38); worried, panicking, crying (52:20); traumatic memory triggered, panicking, teary eyed (1:02:50); future self dying in car crash, bleeding, slowly passing out (1:06:30)

Episode 9: future self in hospital unconscious, oxygen mask, cuts & bruises on his face, head bandaged (16:00); memory triggered, panicking, taking meds, in a cold sweat, worried over, future self still in hospital, crying in his sleep (29:25); talking to doc about suffering panic symptoms, told he's having delusions (34:40); talking about his past, teary eyed (44:30); future self in hospital unconscious (49:20); talking about his past (1:00:00); future self still unconscious in hospital, threatened (1:07:15)

Episode 10: flashes of memory, sudden head pain, grunting, panting, worried over, medicating, scared (37:50); future self still unconscious in hospital, hand moving to grab someone while still unconscious (56:33); future self finally waking up (1:07:20)

Episode 11: future self unconscious in hospital (8:50); waking, groaning, crying, interrogated & accused, panicking (17:40); struggling out of hospital bed, groaning in pain, almost falling down steps, limping, chased (25:30); having trouble remembering things, panicking (30:30); on bathroom floor crying, flashbacks to the car accident, drugged, angry, shouting (48:10); angry, deliberately hitting his family's killer with a car, pulled away, shouting, trying to kill the culprit (1:02:15); flashback to being in hospital, covered in cuts & bruises (1:06:00)

Episode 12: shocked, teary eyed (0:00); sudden headache, new memory (58:00); sudden pain, clutching head, new memory (59:40); crying (1:05:35)

Episode 13: future self in pain from new memories, speaking to his past self (10:00); slammed on the ground, choked, punched, gasping, arrested (32:00); past self interrogated (48:40); in a cell, disappearing, waking up panting, dropping to his knees weeping (59:40)

Episode 14: panicking, worried for someone (00:50); angry (7:00); argument (26:10)

Episode 15: past self remembering future memory of being betrayed & hit in the head with a bat, shocked (24:20); pain from past memory surfacing (56:00); manhandled, punched, mouth bleeding, thrown off roof, lying dead in a pool of blood (1:03:35)

Episode 16: manhandled, punched, dropping to his knees, clutching side in pain, fought, slashed with knife, helped (34:10)

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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Roll Of The Dice // Jake Seresin

Chapter Two: ‘Love at first flight’

Summary: Fighting off flashbacks at every corner he turns, Jake can’t seem to shake the ghost of you that lingers the halls of Miramar.

Warnings: Angst! Graphic Mentions of injuries sustained from a fighter jet accident. Loss of life, reader x Jake Seresin WHUMP!

Word Count: 3.8k

Author Note: I’m on a mission to break your heart. And before anyone asks! I’m genuinely okay! Angst and whump is just my specialty as a fanfiction writer.

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Jake Seresin was and always would be a morning person. He chased sunrises and enjoyed a six am workout as much as the next guy did. Something about the quiet of the morning in the hours between four and six soothed his restless soul. The world was just getting started by the time he’d shit, showered and shaved. But every now and again when his mind just wouldn’t rest—he found himself exhaling a tired groan whenever he rolled over to shut off his alarm. Not exactly sure how many hours or lack there of he’d gotten of sleep.

Jake couldn’t remember when he’d actually gone to bed. After reassuring Javy he was in fact fine, he kinda just lingered in his room. He did a quick core workout—did a few push-ups, had a shower that hid his tears. He wasn't fine, he was anything but. But he wasn't going to let anyone see that he wasn't a pillar of success, of confidence and charisma. He was Hangman in every aspect of the word.

Jake remembered sitting down on his mattress and staring at the photo he had tapped to his mirror, he;d ripped it off to place it on his bedside table. Thumbing the ring around his dog tags until he felt another bout of tears forming. Repressing them as deep as he could. But legitimately going to bed? If someone held a gun to his face right this second he’d be dead because he just couldn’t remember.

Unlocking the phone, Jake noticed that it was still open from a text thread from last night. Rubbing his eyes as he yearned and sat up, he vaguely remembered he’d text you about Rooster throwing your untimely demise at him like it was some sort of sick joke. It was just something he continued to do—he’d text you on and off. Tell you about his day, things that reminded him of you. He’d send you pictures and call just to hear your voicemail. The sound of your voice brought a comfort that was unparalleled to anything else.

“I know you and Bradshaw were close but fuck I could kill him right now.” The message was green, a red not delivered notification directly underneath told Jake his pleas were going nowhere. That you weren’t sitting in the dorm just down the hall that you used to occupy reading his message with a hard eye roll before shooting back a witty remark about how Jake probably deserved it in some respect. He could certainly dish it out nowadays but taking it was a whole other level. He could take anything anyone threw at him, Hangman could. But anything that involved you? Jake Seresin became a mess of a man, a version of his former self. A man heartbroken and sad and fucking destrort.

“I miss you so much.” Again the message hadn’t been delivered.

“It should have been me you know, fuck you for leaving me here.” He didn't mean that one, well–partially anyway. Jake meant the part about the fact it should have been him, that much was true. But he wasn't mad at you for what you did. He knew that you were just putting him before yourself.

“I don’t think I can do this without you.” Again, the message hadn’t been received. Jake started to notice only two months after your death that whatever text he sent you stopped being received. They’d bounce right back to him. Flicking the pad of his thumb against the screen of his phone—Jake sat in his king single bed and read the last message you sent to him. The same message he read every morning and every night. It was the only thing that kept him going throughout the day.

“Haha! Can’t wait to marry you Headache.”

Jake smiled at the thought of you. God he missed you. Letting his legs drape down the side of the bed he groaned as he stood. Stretching out from the horrendous few hours of sleep he’d managed.

It wasn’t meant to end this way. Jake was sure that one day he’d just wake up from whatever nightmare he’d fallen into and he’d still be in your arms in the bed you secretly shared for way longer than anyone ever knew about. Noone even knew that he was engaged, emphasis on the was. But every day that past he lost a little more hope that this was all just a dream. He respected the bravery or the general naivety that it took to be laid back and trust in the universe to look after you—but without you by his side he was just stumbling through each day that passed. Chasing pussy like he was playing in traffic just trying to shake the thought of you.

But even behind the fake facade of the sociopath he let people see, they all knew—Jake Seresin was a heartbroken man just trying to claw his way out of the hole he fell down when he was told you weren’t coming back to him.

Jake Seresin liked to pretend though that in all the time you’d been gone he was just waiting for you to get home. Come home to him like you had said, so he could marry you, love you, spend the rest of his life by your side like he was supposed to.

But as fate would have it that wouldn’t happen. Jake knew for a while there he wasted time when he should've been replacing your last name with his. That mistake was his, he knew it. He wore it like a sunburn that might disappear but it never left him. He’d carry you on his shoulder, never set you down—the tattoo of a set of Dice inked permanently into his sun kissed skin. He’d ferry you through the coldness, never let you down.

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“Alright Phoenix let’s take this guy out!” Jake gassed himself up as he steady his throttle. Pete Maverick Mitchell had just come racing between him and his wingwoman for this training session. Phoenix Trance. Sending them both into a frenzy as they steadied their aircrafts. “Break right!”

“Breaking right.” Phoenix had been there the day you died. She’d never be able to erase that memory from the rolodex buried deep in her mind. The image of your blood on Jake's hands still haunted her nightmares, the sound of his agonising scream that echoed through the halls of the hospital made her jolt awake in the middle of the night. She knew why Jake Seresin was the way he was, but knowing didn’t make it any easier to deal with. To tolerate. He’d always been a bit of a cocky jerk but he cared enough about the people around him to know when enough was enough. Without you around? There was no one to reel him in when he got too hot headed and sociopathic.

“Huh? Where’s he going?” Bob asked as he watched Hangman fly off left into the distance, leaving Phoenix out in the open.

“That’s why we call him hangman, he’ll always hang you out to dry.” She sighed.

“Leaving your wingman—there’s a strategy I haven’t seen in a while.” Pete raised a brow at the poor display of sportsmanship and camaraderie he was witnessing play out in front of him like a car crash. A head on collision just waiting to happen. Maverick knew if Hangman didn’t come back that there’d be casualties. He could easily get a tone on Phoenix and Bob.

“He called you a man Phoenix, are you gonna take that?” Hangman chuckled to himself as he came back around, looking for an opening to swoop in behind Maverick as he chased down Phoenix.

“So long as he doesn’t call you a man.” Phoenix responded. “Talk to me Bob—where’s Maverick?”

“Jesus, his nose is already coming around.”

“Get him off me Hangman!” Phoenix hissed as she searched for her wingman, Jake froze behind the throttle at the sound of your voice coming through the radio. He knew it wasn’t you but it sounded so much like you that it had his body reacting with goosebumps. The hairs on the back of his neck stood to attention like a ghost had just passed by.

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(North Island — United States Navy Fighter Weapons School, October 16th 2014)

It was, without a doubt—the most accurate assumption you had ever made about anyone in your entire life. Jake had been driving you insane all morning—there was no attempt at teamwork, no camaraderie and certainly no effort to achieve the end result that were the task parameters. Dog fight tactical manoeuvres.

You’d never heard the tone buzzer more in your life. It was almost comical how badly you’d been performing, but with a wingman like Hangman who spent half his time chasing a pipe dream about going after the top dog—Captain Martin, you were left out in the open more often than not without backup, without cover—essentially a sitting fucking duck.

“Get him off me Hangman!” You hissed through the radio as you broke right and evaded back into a sharp left. Trying to shake off Rooster who’d been chasing you down for the better half of five minutes. “HANG—“

“I’m coming I’m coming, jeez—“ It was the most nonchalant thing you’d ever heard someone who was meant to literally be your ride or die say. Cutting you off before you even had a chance to scream at him for cover. “God you make it sound like you're a paralytic or something? Can’t you fend for yourself there Dixon—“

“Okay, you’re literally no help.” You mumbled as you split your throttle and shut off your left engine, pulling up and back before falling behind Rooster as he raced past. “I’ll just do it myself!”

“I said I’m coming!” You saw Jake coming up in your peripheral vision. “I was going after Captain Martin—“

“I don’t care what the hell you were doing, we’re meant to be flying as a team and I can’t do that on my own!” You were right on Roosters tail just about to line up your missile lock when you heard it ring out via your radio. Hangman had snaked your kill before cutting across in front of you. For a brief moment you got caught in his jet wash—rattling your Super Hornet side to side as it fought the sudden onset of turbulence. “Fucking Christ!”

“Dammit—“ Rooster sighed as he broke left and headed back to the runway for landing. “Don’t let him get to you Dixon, he’s like this with everyone.”

“You just left me in your fucking jet stream you dick!” You couldn’t believe this was your knee wingman. The second you came in for landing you’d be requesting another partner. There was no way this guy had been chosen to fly for TopGun. On whose authority and on what grounds? “I could’ve have lost control—“

“You didn’t though, did you?” You were seething, seeing red. You had to turn yourself around and request to land or else you were going to lose it.

“What the fuck is your problem Seresin!” You haven’t even shut off your engines properly before you were ripping your helmet off to scold Jake. “You’re gonna kill someone one day flying like that you maniac!” Jake remembered all too well the way you shouted at him after you'd come in for landing, barrelling up the taxiway at him with eyes that held nothing but anger, he even swore at one stage he saw steam coming out your ears. “That should have called your Hangover!”

“Oh really?” Jake was immediately intrigued as you shoved at his chest, Captain Martin instantly rushing to break the two of you apart. “Why’s that sweetheart?”

“Because you give me a goddamn headache!” Jake had never in his life had a woman speak to him the way you did. He was intrigued by you if at the very least. He’d tuned out what other berating

comments you were hurling his way as he took you in for all you were worth. The way your eyes kept lingering from his eyes to his lips. The way your nose scrunched when you called him a bastard. The way you must have bitten the very tip of your tongue when you were anxious before a flight because it looked like you’d gone to town recently. The way your hair was pushed out of the regulation bum from your helmet, hair now a mess that you’d surely have to fix after a midday shower. He was infatuated by every little detail. “You’re the biggest risk taker I’ve ever met and I hope to god you’re never the cause of someone’s death Seresin.”

“You wanna talk?” Jake scoffed out a laugh when he’d finished thinking about your wedding. “I've never seen someone risk so much for such little payoff!” Hangman squared his shoulders as you went toe to toe. “You roll the dice, you take chance after fucking chance and are–out of all of us, the one whos been caught on tone the most.” You were seething, so much so you could taste the iron on your tongue from where your teeth had sunk into the flesh. “What were you even thinking up there? Half the time I couldn’t tell if you knew which way was up or down or goddamn sideways!” Jake went on to hammer into you. “You think I was the one putting you in danger? You were the one flying all over the place like a fucking mad woman!”

“I dunno Hangman! Maybe if my wingman had his eyes on me I wouldn’t have had to have been all over the shop! If this had been real I’d be fucking dead by now and you know it!” You shoved at his chest again and this time he stumbled back slightly, chuckling with a shit eating chin plastered across his perfect stupid face.

“Still doesn’t explain the radical manoeuvring—“ He egged you on, wanting you to yell at him some more because it was so fucking cute.

“Oh well I fucking guess I live by the saying if you put your wingman in a little bit of danger, make him question the safety of his team! you might get a peak at who he really is.” You pressed your lips together into a fine line as you looked Jake up and down. “Turns out you're an open book, coward.”

“Alright alright that’s enough you too—Dixon, I think you just earned yourself your callsign, Dice.” Captain Martin had to step in to separate the pair of you. “Dice Dixon—huh, it’s got a nice little ring to it don’t you think?” He beamed your way as you raised your brows in shock horror. You’d waited so long to be given a call sign, and as it turns out Jake fucking Seresin would be the mastermind behind it.

“Sir, all due respect I—“ You were going to protest the name, explain that you weren’t always like this. Not always such a risk taker—but you were cut off before you had a chance to defend yourself.

“You want me to come up with something else, Dixon?” Jake just stood behind Captain Martin smug as all hell. “Because I can, and I can guarantee Dice is very tame in comparison.”

“No sir—“ You shook your head in response as Hangman chuckled to himself. Looking at you like you were the love of his life. “Dice is just peachy.”

“Sensation Dixon, welcome to the club.” Caption Dixon tapped you on the shoulder. “And as for a set of characters, learn how to tolerate one enough to at least pretend to work as a team while you’re here or else.” He warned, voice stern as he turned and left you and Jake standing on the tarmac. Whoever broke the silence first was buying the first round and you both knew that.

“I can’t believe you just did that—“ Jake grinned as he followed you back towards the hanger. Completely under whatever spell you’d put him under. For whatever reason, Jake had been sporting a pretty intense boner since you came barreling at him down the taxiway. He could tell you were a hot head, easily riled and incredibly defensive. “I’ve waited years for a call sign and you just swooped in and threw the first thing that came to your pea brain at me!” It was so infuriating that he’d made it so damn easy, but all the while you were frustrated Jake ‘Headache’ Seresin had so effortlessly crafted your callsign, you couldn’t help the way your heart fluttered inside your chest at his laugh, his cheeky grin—and those goddamn green eyes.

“And yet?” Jake smirked as he trailed behind you, so close in fact that when you turned around to confront him you smacked right into his chest. Letting out a small ‘Oof’ as you collided with his stature, tall and firm. You couldn’t go there, you wouldn’t. Something about professional decency and how the Navy was against relationships and fraternisation. But against everything that had been drilled into you since day one of the Academy, you couldn’t help but to melt against Jake's gentle touch, the way his hand caressed your forearm and shoulder, steadying you against him. “And yet, Dice Dixon?” Jake questioned again as you stood with him in the empty hall. So close you could feel his breath fanning across your chin as you met his gaze, leaning in the close the gap in a heated moment of weakness.

“It suits.” You whispered under your breath, ghosting Jake's lips before turning on your heels. Making a quick exit as you called back to him over your shoulder. “Hard Deck, six o’clock, don’t give me a reason to regret this.”

“Holy fuck I’m gonna marry this girl—“ Jake mumbled to himself as Rooster stepped up beside him, having seen the entire confrontation play out before his very eyes.

“She’s not your type Hangman, take a walk.” Bradley watched as you disappeared from sight and even then Jake's gaze lingered on the last place he saw you. A look in his eyes Bradley had never seen. A glint so bright, puppy love. “She’ll break your heart man, don’t even go there.”

“Already Broken.” Jake just replied. He’d been burnt a time or two before in the past enough to think his heart was already broken and worn enough that nothing could ever break it again. “You can’t break something that’s already broken Rooster—“

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After the eventful run with Rooster, Jake couldn’t wait for a hot steamy shower to sooth his aching muscles and wash away the events of today. He’d flown far too many times to count on one hand and still—the son of a bitch had never been caught on tone. Maverick was good, Jake would give him credit where credit was due.

Dropping down to the bench that sat in the middle of the locker room, Jake bent down to untie his boots, so caught up in his own head that he hadn’t realised he was in fact the only soul in the lock room. A bizarre and rather uncommon occurrence considering everyone was finished for the day—he must have just been the first one back.

Being the only one around meant it was quiet. Too quiet, quiet enough to be able to hear the soft but memorable laugh coming from over near the door.

“Hello?” Jake called out to be met with no response, frowning—he stopped what he was doing when he heard the laugh again. “Trance, are you laughing at your sorry display of—“ Rounding the corner, Jake saw no one standing there. But again the laugh echoed off the walls and he jumped. Searching as he turned to see who was around him. “Who the fucks there?”

“Are you going crazy there, Hangman?” Fanboy asked as he stood in the doorway of the Locker room. “You know they say the first sign of madness is hearing things that aren’t there.” He chuckled to himself as he headed to his locker. The one beside your old one. No one had been assigned your old locker—it sat empty and unlocked. Abandoned because the admin ladies were too hesitant to assign it a new owner. Not because of your death so much—mainly because the door was busted and didn’t lock. Jake couldn’t help but to wonder if it was because of that one time you’d jammed your hand in the door so hard it left an indent in the flimsy metal.

“Thought I heard someone laughing.” Jake replied softly as he walked over to where Mickey stood fishing out his jeans.

“Well, Halloweens coming up, the veils between our world and the next are as thin as ever—you very well might have.” Fanboy said it as if it wasn’t the craziest thing he’d ever mouthed off. “You got someone important on the other side, Hangman?” Mickey asked as he grabbed a towel.

“Guess you could say that.” Jake barely responded above a whisper as he opened your old locker to be met with nothing but a few spiderwebs. The admin ladies really hadn’t assigned it to anyone since two thousand and fourteen. “I don’t really believe in all that stuff.” Reaching in, Jake picked up what he believed had been a blank Polaroid Card. Dusting it off to reveal the fainted writing written in pencil.

‘Headache & Dice 2014.’

“Ah, I get it.” Fanboy called out from inside the shower he’d chosen. “Still, if you’ve got someone, now's gonna be the time where they’re most active. It’s why the Celtics would wear costumes to blend in with the dead.” Mickey explained. “But they’d leave places at dinner tables and treats on doorsteps for family and loved ones that had crossed over. They’d even light candles to help them find their way back.” Jake wasn’t listening—he was too busy staring at the Polaroid in his hand. You and him at the Hard Deck. You were holding your lips to his cheek as Jake held the camera up high. It couldn’t have been long at all after you had met judging by the date

Smiling softly, Jake pocketed the Polaroid, hearing that same laugh again as he shut your old locker door. It didn’t close properly—stupid thing.

“You sound crazy Garcia.” Jake taunted as he went back to taking his boots off on the bench. “There’s no such thing as ghosts.”

“No—probably not.” Fanboy agreed as the shower turned on. “But moments passed do and that’s what resonates after someone passes on.”

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prince-liest · 3 months

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I loooved seeing your outline for your angel fic! I'm an artist, not much of a writer, and I always find it so interesting to see how creators of different mediums plan out their works. Do you have another (sfw :)) part of an outline that you dont mind sharing?

Sure! :D Thank you so much!! I feel similarly when I see the step-by-step sketch-line-color process for many artists (especially flat colors to shading), haha, and it's fun to know that the curiosity is mutual.

I don't have any left for Hazbin Hotel fics I've actually posted (Take Two and Leave a Voicemail is a rare example of me writing without an outline bar some very sparse notes I jotted down, and the rest are NSFW) but I do have a pretty thorough outline for a gen Alastor whump fic I want to do. It's also a fic I chatted about with a friend, so some of the bullet points are actually just copy/pasted from Discord directly!

Do NOT click through the cut if you don't want absolutely massive spoilers for what I'm actively working on, though, haha. Or will be working on once I'm no longer hung over zkxljhf.

ETA 02/13/24: I CHANGED MY MIND ABOUT THE MAIN ANTAGONIST AND IT'S GONNA BE COMPLETELY DIFFERENT NOW, I LIKE IT MUCH BETTER THE NEW WAY

As you can see, it's pretty much "That's it, that's the whole fic!" except with weird gaps that don't make sense to people who are not me, which really lowers the activation energy required for sitting down and writing full sentences.

(I also have a bunch of notes on who the shadowy figure is and what their motivations are but I'll let at least that part stay a bit of a surprise, haha. I actually had a hard time deciding how to do that bit because I really wanted it to be an actual character (canon or OC, whatever), not a generic caricature of a villain.)

#ask #personal #my writing #hoozlpoozl

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hold-on-a-little-longer-whump · 3 months

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If you're still accepting asks about whump tropes...

What about Parting Words Regret trope? That's when two characters get into an argument, one leaves, only for something terrible happen to them (did they get killed? Kidnapped? Disappeared without a trace???) and the other character feels guilty over their last words. If only they hadn't said such harsh things to their friend... then they would still be here.

Makes me cry every time. Such a good trope.

-- @whumperofworlds

Ahh @whumperofworlds the emotional whump. You've gotta love it. A whump story simply isn't complete without it! I can personally relate to this trope, and maybe that's why I like it?? As with all tropes, there's so many different ways it could go. Normally, I'd refer to the characters as Victim and Survivor, but the characters could really be interpreted either way.

Were the words the result of an explosive argument? Were they muttered in complete seriousness, cold eyes locked with surprised, glassy ones? Was it over something petty or mundane that could have been an easy fix?

This is only punctuated further when we see the other character's reaction because oh - oh, that cut deep. When one leaves, is it a quiet, defeated retreat? All slumped shoulders and biting a quivering lip? Are the both of them still yelling as they depart? Does one person snatch up their coat and slam the door? Is one of them frozen, stunned silent by the harsh words, and the other just leaves them there? Do they have family, allies, or friends that witness this exchange? Are sides taken? Is one character completely abandoned as everyone else sides with the other?

Maybe they go for a walk to soothe their frayed nerves. Maybe they immediately try calling their phone, sending texts, leaving voicemails, only to be ignored. Then... then it really sinks in. Was it the Survivor that ignored the calls, or was it the Victim? Either way, it hurts. See, this part is important to me. We, as readers/viewers, need to see how profoundly this exchange affected the Victim before the Event takes place. The deeper the wound, the more agonized the Survivor's regret and guilt is. The readers/viewers can shake their heads in disappointment and can still feel sympathy for the Survivor.

And then it happens. Poof. The Victim is gone. Kidnapped, killed, missing - whatever it was, it happened. Where was the Survivor when they found out? What were they doing? Were they eating (they can't stand the taste of that specific food now) or were they in the middle of an important conversation/task? Were they safely tucked away, sleeping in a comfortable bed, only to be ripped from sleep by someone alerting them to the news? Do they leap into action, all arguments forgotten? Do they freeze up? Do they demand answers?

Give me a normally calm, level-headed Survivor turning into a terrifyingly silent, angry Survivor that launches into a personal mission to avenge/rescue the Victim by any means necessary.

Give me a confident, hothead Survivor turned into a useless, crumpled mess of tears and cries of anguish.

Let's not forget the biggest part though; that part you referred to. The regret. The guilt. The constant stream of whywhywhy's and what if's and if only's in their mind. It's crippling. It nearly breaks them. Maybe it does break them. Unspoken apologies haunt them. Maybe their allies/friends lay blame on them for what happened, or maybe they try to convince the Survivor that it wasn't their fault, that there's nothing anyone could have done - but that doesn't matter because they still said those horrible, horrible things. The last impression they left on the Victim was negative and demeaning and hate-filled and so so so not true. The last memory they have of the Victim is a flushed face and clenched fists and hitched breaths and it's not fair!

Maybe this guilt is the only thing that drives them onward, because they can't let this happen again. They refuse. Never again. No more Victims. They won't make the same mistake twice.

Because it's their fault. Their words drove off the Victim. Words really do hold the most profound power in the world. It's just a pity how easy it is to use them the wrong way.

Also, have this quote that this made me think of. I couldn't find the author's name, but here's a link to the source material :)

"Sometimes, when people leave, I'm seized by a sudden fear that they'll die while they're out, and I'll never forget the last thing I said to them."

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shwarmii · 9 months

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how can you like drunk angst over first kiss?? 🥺

anon is regarding this post here, specifically my tags

characters discussed belong to @dakotawritesif / @disenchantedif

omg, so easily lol

bc its not just drunk angst, it is drunk angst about knowing their ex is gonna DIE, UNNATURALLY, AND SOON and pining/having never made up with them

but also im an asmr/audio-roleplay connoisseur*, so like, uh, also the following here. yeah. this primes me up to LOVE drunk ex scenario regret/pining shit lol (you'll have to excuse all these audios being men btw, i have a soft spot for deep voices and there isnt many deep-voiced women VAs in the audio-roleplay community (unfortunately foR MEEEE UGHH), much less many that have a video involving this niche Drunk Ex trope anyway lmao rip (same with the audios all being either "for Anybody" or "for Females". i don't currently have any "for Males" in this niche, even tho im the type of enby that listens to all three types of "for [you]" audios. alas. boo hiss))

none of these are "Luci-Inserts" btw, moreso "Evidence of why OF COURSE I AM MORE HYPED FOR DRUNK HALLWAY OVER FIRST KISS", like a vision board kinda sorta lmao

When Your Ex Drunk Calls You (I Miss You) (Slurred Speech) (Funny) (ASMR) (M4A).. (Fun fact: this VA is Scottish. also M4A = Male For Anyone, not just M4M (male for male) or M4F (male for female))

(this one is by the same Scottish VA) When You Drink With Your Ex (Kissing) (Exes to Lovers) (Drunk) (Regret) (Wholesome) (M4A) (ASMR)

(more of this Scottish VA bc he makes me laugh) When Your Crush Drunkenly Confesses To You (Singing Idiot) (Taking Care Of Him) (Silly) (ASMR) (M4A) (bonus there is a morning-after part two to this one yay)

Your Drunk Best Friend Wants You Gor Valentines [M4A] [Tsundere] [Confession] [Sober Listener] (and this one has a part two about the morning-after too)

ASMR Voice: I Should Have Told You [M4A] [Drunk Voicemail] [Ex-boyfriend] [Missing you] [Regret]

Audio Roleplay for Women | "Orbit" | Drunken Confession

Audio RP: Your Ex-boyfriend Asks For Another Chance [M4A] (not drunk but i love this one) (also it has a part two as well yayyy)

this one ((M4A but he does say you have a "pretty face") bc i do like Luci being upset someone is going to hurt the MC) and this one ((M4F) because i like the frustration lmao rip) also fit the vibe but neither are drunk or exes lmao rip

like, you would think as someone who is chronically ill to the point that my meds say "absolutely no alcohol (and one used to say no weed, idk if im still on that one, id have to go check)" that i would not give a shit about drunk scenarios buT I DO LOVE IT IN FICTION SO MUCH. my irl friends also like getting drunk on/off, or high, and my forced sobriety due to meds (and also family history, let's be honest. i do come from a long line of addicts, apparently, best i dont get involved, and i never have been) means i get to play Designated Driver pretty often. so i do recognize some realities/fantasties in the scenario. but also, god, i love the trope because it allows for such forced vulnerabilities, i fucking love whump fics, and a drunk ex fic is really just a whump fic with no bruises

and, ngl, i do think it is more likely we will get a First Kiss pov somewhere down the line if it loses than i think we will get a Hallway pov if it loses

plus, they were like what, 10?? 11??? idk how old they were when Luci/MC got together. but i know these fuckers are fresh out of high school and Luci is getting drunk, which means biTCHES ARE UNDERAGE DRINKING (which is an interesting characterization for Luci that i think reveals a lot about the Rivera parents as well as Luci's connections to wealth/alcohol), so there is that drama of "hide, hide, hide!!" if nothing else

and, again, then there's not only the angst of "ah, my ex-partner and/or -best friend" and the wanting to make up platonically/romantically but there is also the angst of "i knOW YOU'RE GOING TO GET MURDERED SOON AND IM NOT READY TO GO TO YOUR FUNERAL BUT I DONT KNOW HOW TO STOP THIS" kind of "lost time", "call for rain-check until you can't" angle too. plus, i could see Luci being protective or frustrated or terrified, there are so many fun angles no matter the platonic/romantic additional feelings involved. and, because of how this pov works, there isnt going to be a kiss or anything happening. so it's just going to be slow-burn (to friends or lovers, idk your mc) and pining (platonic pining is a thing), i love that for me specifically lmao

but i do, like, get it. i get what you mean. if i thought this ask was mean-spirited, i wouldve deleted it and not answered; but i read this as "lol yeah that is fucked of me huh lmao you right". bc, YEAH, first kiss is romantic, drunk in your shared hallways is NOT lmao rip but i dont care if its romantic or not, i care that its making my guts get all twisted up. and the angst of (1) drunk ex that needs to taken care of (or needs to run away from you, either or) (2) thinks youre going to be murdered/in an accident and die soon and (3) may/may not still be in love with you and (4) knows they dont have enough time to reconcile with you and make-up for lost time... ngl, that is going to impact me more than a first kiss. im ready for the tragedy. fucking love this kinda shit

also i have my own hcs about my mc, Giselle "Gigi" Kraven, and Luci Rivera's first kiss. so. that probably also plays a role in all this bUT HEY!! IM STILL TRYING FOR THE 50/50 LMAO RIP WE ARE HELPING EACH OTHER, MY COMRADE 🤝 YOU GET (DOOMED) FLUFF AND I GET (ALSO DOOMED) DRUNK ANGST, THAT'S A WIN-WIN LOL

*i would like to add: i have no idea if any of these VAs have drama or something. i dont pay attention to the fandoms, except vaguely for Redacted Audios because of the theories and world-building happening there (which the video here doesnt have much to do with), but otherwise i am so fucking ignorant bc i do not look these people up, i just watch their videos. i have been burned too many times by the Steven Universe fandom and other such communities and whatnot to get involved in fandoms i am only casually into, so i just only stick my nose into fandoms/creators i am die-hard into and dont delve into the rest, thanks for understanding if i may be out of the loop ✌️

#shwarmi #me #disenchanted if #disenchanted #luci rivera #edit: ngl the Cardlin video (or however you spell his name) swuicks me out a bit bc he says ''[I miss] Your body..'' and i went #EW UGH GROSS GET AWAY FROM ME but it was two words so ill allow it to stay on the list bc not everybody is so anti towards the #idea of other people seeing them as sexy. gahh i hate being seen as sexually appealing. makes me wanna gag ugh #*squicks

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liz-allyn · 2 years

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Lizzy's masterlist.

Most of my works contain dark themes or triggering topics. Most of them also have happy endings or humor. Read all the warnings on each chapter. Do not repost or translate my works on any other site. 🔞 All works are 18+

My original stories are tagged #Lizzy writes.

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[Agent Mobius x F!Reader]

shudder | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 [series complete; villain!TVA Recruit!reader] ⚔️☔️❤️‍🩹🌶

“There was no question in anyone’s mind that you were lethal. That was part of Mobius’ plan." Enemies to Lovers. 5+1 format - a little bit of fluff, lots of pining, smut at the end.

[TASM!Peter Parker x F!Reader]

NEW sugar and vice | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | 17 | 18 | 19 | 20 | 21 | 22 | 23 | Epilogue [complete; mob!au] 🌶 ⚔️ ❤️‍🩹

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A coffee shop meet cute, but with a Mob!Peter twist.

these violet delights [oneshot; mob!au] ⚔️ ❤️‍🩹 🌒

The Purple Man comes to visit Mob!Peter at home.

🦌 heat of the moment | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 [complete; Groundhog Day AU] ⚔️ ☔️ ❤️‍🩹

Today is the first day of the end of your life. And it keeps happening, over, and over again.

sweet dreams [oneshot] 🌶

You wake up one night with needs. Peter helps you solve them. pwp, no plot at all.

blood-splattered angels [oneshot; assassin!fem!reader] ⚔️ ☔️ 🌘

Spider-Man is kidnapped and held hostage by a mob. And then they make their biggest mistake - sending you the address.

🦌 1 missed call [oneshot] ❤️‍🩹⚔️☔️ 🌘

When Peter listens to a voicemail from you after a fight, the sounds are almost unintelligible and chill him to the bone.

ties that bind [oneshot] ❤️‍🩹 🌘

“You were helpless again. But you were also safe. Vulnerable and protected. Impenetrable and wide open.” Reader ponders the dichotomy of being set free and held captive by Peter's brand of saving. Roommates to lovers, non-graphic depictions of smut.

🦌 dark!peter play series - peter x f!reader cnc character study 🌘🔞☔️🌶

MATURE THEMES/SENSITIVE TOPICS. READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

part one: the devil you know | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

Your intimate relationship with your boyfriend Peter and your own mental health begin to struggle, sending you into a toxic downward spiral.

part two: inner demons | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Peter deals with the repercussions of discovering his dark side.

drabbles

"hungry" mob!peter picture blurb ⚔️

🦌 "your secret is safe with me" - workplace rival!peter 1 | 2 🌶 🔞

🦌"picture perfect moment" - groom!Peter on your wedding day 🍬

"sweat" yoga instructor!peter picture blurb 🌶

#Lizzy writes.#peter parker x reader #agent mobius x reader #Lizzy’s masterlist.#masterlist

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clickerflight · 9 months

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Burned at the stake: Part 4

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Part 3

One more part after this one. I'm so excited about this story, my goodness. Also, I have, like, four more vampire whump ideas and I can't stop thinking about them all and the worldbuilding for the world this all takes place in.

Content: Vampire whumpee, carewhumper turned just whumper, silver burns, toe and finger whump, dragged by the hair, talk of vampire trafficking, it as a pronoun, dehumanization

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"Kyle! Wait! I need you, I can't speak to it!"

“I won’t have any part in this, Joanna,” Kyle hissed, turning on her and using his extra inch to try and intimidate her. “You need to give him to someone who can take care of him! You can’t keep him here!”

She began to look uncomfortable, but she bared her own teeth right back. “No! The vampire was there for the first age! The first dynasty! Who knows what it could tell us! You know we don’t have much in the way of records from that time.”

“Oh for the love of-he was a Hippo hunter!? What do you want to know? How to kill a hippo?”

“It knows something! It knew who the kings were. Even the smallest details it thinks doesn’t matter could make all the difference! We could be-”

“Rich?” he snapped, shutting her up. “Joanna, you and I have been friends for a long time, and that’s why I’m giving you a chance here. Give him over to the authorities and leave him be. You’re no better than those stupid black market treasure hunters right now. He’s not dangerous and he shouldn’t be kept in your shed.”

He stared at her for a moment and she opened her mouth, still at a loss for words.

With that, Kyle left and Joanna let him. She stood in her yard, turning to stare at the shed. She could hear the vampire moving inside, presumably trying to escape. She went to the shed only to lock the door and then went into the house to plan her next move.

………………………

In the morning, Joanna woke up with a plan in mind. She hadn’t really been able to sleep as she turned the problem over, but everything seemed to resolve itself. She would just have to teach the Vampire english. It was a vampire, a creature of strange magic, so it should learn fast enough.

As for Kyle.

She dialed his number and she was unsurprisingly sent to voicemail. “Hey, Kyle,” she said in a docile tone. “Sorry about yesterday. You were right. I’m calling some people to take it-him. Anyways, I wanted to apologize. Maybe we should take a break while I sort this all out and I’ll talk to you in a couple of weeks, yeah? Kay. Bye.”

That should take care of it. She knew Kyle and he wouldn’t be eager to see her again until his temper cooled. This sort of thing had happened in the past and they were used to having to take breaks in their friendship when they had an argument. This one would probably be longer than the ones that they’d been through in the past, but that suited Joanna just fine. She had a vampire to occupy her time with.

………………………….

The woman was back. Esial had forgotten to ask Kyle what her name was and now he was too afraid to try and get her to tell him through pantomime. She stared at him for a long moment, before taking a slow breath. She bent down and pointed to something on the floor, saying a word in her strange language. She pointed to another object and made the same sound.

“Silveer,” Esial repeated. That was the metal that would hurt him, then. She nodded and pointed to another object, speaking another word for him to learn.

The entire hour was spent like that as she pointed at things and named them. He was wearing something called a towel, though it’s purpose must not be for clothing because none of the things she was wearing was called that. There was a shirt and pants and hair and eyes and coins and shed. That was the name of the room he was in. He wondered what its purpose was when it wasn’t used to keep ‘vampires’ trapped. She had called him that and he tried to correct her that his name was Esial but she repeated the word until he understood. She seemed a bit annoyed with him by the end and left soon enough. He repeated the words in his mind for the next few hours of loneliness. He had nothing to do and he didn’t want to annoy her. He hoped she would feed him soon. He was starving.

So, he practiced the words in his head hoping to get to the point where he would tell her what she wanted and beg her to let him go.

She kept coming back and teaching him words of her strange language and he couldn’t understand the rules. The words made no sense and a horrifying feeling began to creep over him as he realized he’d just have to memorize everything. She was growing more impatient with him every time she came out, and grew even more annoyed when she saw him scratching at the cuff around his ankle. He shivered on the table, fidgeting with the now fraying towel and tried to repeat everything, but she was going too fast and none of this made sense. She didn’t explain the meanings of all of these words and he still didn’t know what a towel was for.

At the end of another session after a long period when she had been away, which only made it harder for him to remember all of the words and how they fit together, he hesitantly asked, “Towel?”

She looked up from her book full of little squiggles, annoyed.

He cleared his throat and asked. “Towel what for?”

She stared at him and a deep rage filled her eyes. She started speaking quickly, too fast for him to understand more than the occasional word. She was annoyed, though. He wasn’t learning fast enough and she was.. Running out of time? She said that a couple of times and Esial grasped the meaning of it. Running out of time for what?

“Time? How… long for…. Esial free?” he found himself asking.

The woman turned her ire directly on him and he shrank back even farther on the table, nearly falling off the other side.

“You. Are. Mine.” she said pointedly. “I saved you. I healed you. You stay until I am done.”

He lifted an arm, half sure she was about to strike him, but when he looked back, she had gone back to her book, muttering to herself.

Esial wrapped his arms around himself, shivering. There were worse things, he supposed. He wasn’t entirely bored, sure he was hungry, but he wasn’t hurting either. He picked at his nails glumly, waiting for the ‘English’ lesson to continue.

…………………………………

The vampire was becoming less willing to participate. Joanna should have seen it coming, but after it realized it wouldn’t be getting out anytime soon, it just gave up. It had only given the bare minimum to her and stopped flinching now when she yelled at it, but now it stopped caring entirely. It did not listen, it refused to repeat words, and all it said when she asked any questions was “Esial want out.” It even ignored her when she tried to correct its grammar.

Joanna was getting desperate. She had put off school and work and everything. She had everything hinging on the paper this stupid vampire was supposed to help her write and now it just glared at her when she entered the shed and refused to say anything! Her life hinged on this now! She was relying on that paper and here she sat with a useless waste of space and blood and she was going to lose her mind.

So, today, after a week of the creature’s silence, she walked into the room and continued right across the silver on the floor. The vampire realized the intent in her steps, but didn’t move quickly enough as she grabbed it by the hair, pulling its head back hard. It yelped, hand grabbing onto her wrist.

In front of her, in her mind, was not a man, but a monster that her career depended on. She didn’t care anymore. At this point, he would either speak to her, or she would sell him to someone who would actually get some use out of him.

“You will speak to me,” she said slowly. “Do you understand?”

Shakily, the vampire licked its lips, eyes darting around the room before it said, “Esial want free.”

Red hot anger licked through her and she moved, easily dragging the vampire off the table. It landed hard on the silver and screamed, writhing as it tried to shove silver away from it to keep from burning. She overturned the table, leaving nothing for it to scramble onto and left, locking the door behind her.

………………………

Esial sat hunched on a bare patch of floor. His back and sides were littered with burns, his fingers and toes peeling where he’d pushed the silver back. Dry sobs heaved through his body, the chain rattling with each movement.

The woman caused him pain. She’d hurt him because he wanted to leave and he didn’t want to play her games anymore. Maybe that had been stupid of him, but he couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted out.

He wasn’t healing. It had been weeks without blood right after a tough regeneration and the blood had run out as his body used it slowly as energy. He was starving and all he wanted to do was go home to his little mud shack and wait till he was strong enough to kill some birds. He wanted to wrestle with hippos and see his favorite crocodiles. He wanted his Maman back.

He started rocking, sobbing and whispering for his Maman. He knew she was dead. He knew that his crocodiles were dead. Who knew how much time had passed. He got the sense that it was an enormous amount of time, and that only made him cry all the harder. He wanted to go home but he hadn’t even had a home when he had been taken and chained to that stake.

And then the door opened.

………………………………

Kyle had got a call from Mary, Joanna’s neighbor, her voice looping in his head.

Something was screaming. I know it was. She’s your friend. Check on her please.

Mary had bad blood with police in the past, and Kyle wasn’t going to bring them to her door if he could help it, but he didn’t think it would come to it. He wondered if the vampire had come back and killed Joanna. Or if Joanna kept the thing and it was screaming for help.

He took a stake with him, just in case.

He reached Joanna’s house in the evening just in time to see her get in her car and drive off. He idled in the street, surprised. It seemed like she hadn’t noticed him, though, and she looked perfectly fine if not incredibly angry.

He had a strange feeling in his gut as he parked in the street in front of her house. He took the stake out and trudged through the dew stained grass to the shed. The lock had been left open and he felt rather sick as he slowly opened the door.

The table was overturned, the chain of the ankle cuff caught under it as the vampire sat curled over his knees. There were painful looking burns covering his back and arms, his one visible hand red and blistered from clearing somewhere to safely sit. He slowly lifted his head and looked at the figure in the doorway, his eyes lingering on the stake in Kyle’s hand. There was no fear in his eyes when he saw it, and Kyle realized it was because he didn’t know what it was.

Kyle tossed the stake out and walked carefully over the silver, kicking away some of the closer objects to the vampire. He was only wearing that towel Joanna had given him in the beginning, the edges of it unraveled. He was covered in sores and blisters, and all of those looked recent, but as he uncurled a little to see Kyle better, the researcher could see every single one of his ribs and his hollowed stomach. Vampires didn’t bloat during starvation the way humans did.

Kyle crouched down and Esial stared at him.

“Esial want free,” the vampire whispered heavily.

“Yeah…. Yeah, I can do that for ya, buddy,” Kyle sighed, reaching up to run a hand down the back of Esial’s head. “I’ll find something to cut the chain. I’ll be right back.”

Kyle left the shed and crept around the yard until he found where Joanna had hidden all of her garden supplies. There was a branch cutter that looked like it might work so he picked it up and went back.

Esial looked up again as Kyle got the cutters around the chain. He strained to try and get them through the chain, and while he dented the link, it didn't do much more than that.

He instead turned to where the chain was connected. it was wrapped around a wooden support between the leg and the bottom of the tabletop. He opened the cutter as wide as it would go and bit the metal down into the wood. It gave a little, then splintered. He nearly fell over as the wood gave since he had been leaning his weight into the cutters.

He dropped it on the floor and fished the chain out from under the table, gathering it up in his arms. There wasn't too much of it, but certainly enough to trip the already damaged vampire.

Kyle held out his hand for Esial to take and the vampire did so, accepting the help up.

Kyle carried the chains and shuffled his feet to clear a path for Esial, who followed along after him.

As they stepped outside, Esial took a deep breath, looking up at the stars in confusion for a moment before he was distracted by something else.

"Blood," he whimpered, looking to a lonely corner of the garden. Kyle could faintly see something black coating the plants there and could smell the faint scent of rot.

"We'll buy you some later," Kyle promised. "We have to go."

Esial seemed to understand that and followed along to Kyle's car. Kyle opened the passenger seat door, dumping the chain onto the floor and stepping back. "Sit here," Kyle said, pointing to the chair.

Esial gave him a confused stare. "Sit? But we to go?"

"Yes. You will see. Trust me. Sit."

Esial slowly did and Kyle gently closed the door for him, which had the vampire scrambling at the door in a panic, trying to find the way out. Kyle ran to the other side and got in, leaning over to take Esial's hands. "It's okay," Kyle promised. "You're not going to be stuck here."

Esial's wide muddy eyes seemed to bleed out panic and Kyle reached into his pocket. He kept a fidget toy there for when he was reading lengthy papers so he wouldn't chew his nails down so much.

He gave the cube to Esial, showing him how some of the things moved and clicked and Esial took it, frowning at it as Kyle closed his door and started the car.

Esial jumped at that, eyeing the lights that started up on the dashboard while messing with the cube.

Kyle started driving and Esial stared out the window, eyes wide with shock as the world passed him by. Kyle wondered if he should avoid the highway, but he wanted to get home as quickly as possible, so as he got up to speed Esial gripped the cube like it was the only thing keeping him alive as he went faster than he'd gone in his entire life.

"It's going to be okay," Kyle said softly as they drove and Esial looked down at the cube in his hands, turning it over and over.

Kyle turned off into the small town he rented an apartment in. Joanna inherited her house from her grandparents, but he did not have that for himself. Still, he'd found a nice place to live and he had a guest bedroom. It had been used by a girlfriend he had at the time, but had been empty for months, and he was glad for it now.

He parked his car and pulled his jacket off, reaching over and coaxing Esial's arms through the sleeves and zipping it up.

"No one should be awake right now, but I want to be careful here," Kyle said before getting out and going around to open Esial's door.

The vampire looked around as he stepped out onto the pavement, eyes wide as he took in every detail. It had to be so alien to him, considering how long it had been since he had been conscious. Kyle almost felt bad that he couldn't explain everything to him right now. Instead, he grabbed the chains, put an arm over the vampire to try and hide him more, and went up to the house. It was a building with four apartments and Kyle lived on the top floor.

He got his key out, unlocked the door, and took Esial inside. He closed the door just as quickly and looked around. The apartment had not changed since he left of course, but he felt like he was seeing it with new eyes, imagining that he didn't have a single clue what anything in this room was.

Kyle gently took Esial's arm. "Over here. Let's get you set up."

Esial went with Kyle to the guest bedroom and stood awkwardly, looking around at everything. The room was a little cluttered becoming Kyle's storage room when Jocelyn left, so there were books and totes lined against the walls.

"Here," Kyle said, patting the bed. "For you to sleep."

Esial stepped over curiously, pressing his hands down onto the bed, eyes wide with surprise.

With the vampire distracted, Kyle steeled himself up to feed him. Everyone got lessons in how to safely feed a vampire these days in case of emergencies, so he knew what to do, but he had to steel himself to actually do it. He pulled back his sleeve and went to the adjoining bathroom to wash his arm off, which got Esial's attention immediately.

The vampire came to see what the sound was and stared in awe at the water pouring out of the sink.

Kyle shook his arm to get most of the water off before turning and lifting his arm to Esial. The Vampire stared at it before looking at Kyle in confusion.

"Blood. To eat," Kyle said, a lump in his throat as he said it.

Esial frowned. "Blood? Blood is to Kyle. Not Esial."

"It's a gift. To you."

Esial gave him a skeptical look. "Safe?"

"Yeah?"

Esial went back to looking at the arm and frowned again. "Esial.... doesn't know."

"No, it's fine, you can have it. It's yours."

Esial shook his head. "Esial doesn't know-" the vampire mimicked something that Kyle didn't catch. "Esial hurt Kyle. Not know."

Kyle was still confused so he switched to the ancient Egyptian language Esial knew.

"You do not know what?"

Esial's eyes lit up, like he had forgotten that Kyle spoke something he knew a bit better. "I do not know how to drink from a living thing. I only drank blood taken from animals. I do not want to kill you."

“Oh…” Kyle said, back in English. “I don’t really have a needle…. Can I feed you tomorrow?”

“Yes,” Esial replied, still in Egyptian which worked for Kyle since the Vampire seemed to understand him mostly fine though struggled with speaking the language.

“Alright, you get some sleep here. You can use the blankets. We’ll figure everything else out tomorrow.”

“Alright.”

Esial's Rescue Art

Esial: @whumpsday @honeycollectswhump @writereleaserepeat @tragedyinblue @hyrules-sleepiest-knight

Part 5

#vampire whumpee #carewhumper turned just whumper #silver burns #toe and finger whump #dragged by the hair #vampire trafficking #it as a pronoun #dehumanization #I love this story #And I'm very attached to the world this all takes place in #in future whump bits in this world #I have plans for the worldbuilding and it's going to be epic #burned at the stake #part 4

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whump-n-comfort · 8 months

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i always enjoy when family whump is pitted against team whump in a this or that competition because WITHOUT FAIL my immediate first thought is just "why not both?"

two siblings tied up together, promising their captor that they'll go along with anything as long as they don't hurt the other? a spouse fearing for their life and begging their attacker to give them one last opportunity to tell their partner goodbye, even if it's through a voicemail from a phone? someone's child on an undercover mission to take their most hated adversary down and having to stay in character as they listen to the adversary plot to go after their parent as a bargaining chip against them, their fists clenching at their waist so hard they might break skin? when a character has been working with a team for so long they start referring to them as "their family" in their head/outside of work instead of as just "their team"?

10/10 content, i wish to see more of it in mainstream media i beg 🤲

#whump #whump trope #family feels #team feels #team whump #family whump #found family #romance #team as family #captivity #tied up #protectiveness #undercover mission #kidnapping #torture #of course no shade to those who genuinely prefer one over the other (or even hate one or both) <3 #~my stuff~

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not-a-space-alien · 5 months

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Savage Sunset Chapter 26S

Story masterpost

Complementary chapter

Warnings for this chapter: None

In this chapter: Lex and Ari are dysfunctional

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Valen called to let them know he and Sebastian had gotten home safely, but he didn't come back.

It wasn't surprising, really, but it still hurt.

What was surprising was the fact that he didn't answer his phone after that first call. Did he really not want to talk to them? Had he been hiding his disdain for them that well?

Lex cried about it. She knew in her heart Valen had no real reason to want to stay in touch with them, but she’d thought maybe they could have at least fixed the situation a little, to show Valen humans weren’t complete and total monsters to him. That maybe they could at least have a phone call every once in a while. It was hard to tell if she was more upset about not ever seeing Valen again, or if the guilt of what they’d done was just too much to bear now that there was nothing more that could be done to fix it.

Lex left a frankly absurd number of voicemails, calling him almost every day for the few weeks after his departure. Ari kept telling her not to, that he would call back if he wanted to, and Ari channeled her own negative feelings into getting frustrated at Lex for not leaving it alone.

Ari knew she was a piece of shit deep down, and Valen not wanting to see her again just confirmed that. There wasn’t anything to be surprised about, but it still hurt.

They tried to soldier on. They kept on as usual. Neither of them really wanted to be vampire hunters anymore. Not only did it feel bad, but they just weren’t good at it anymore.

Pretty much every single time they answered a V alert and it turned out to be a young adult vampire undoubtedly on their first hunt, neither of them could bring themselves to kill them. They just didn’t try very hard and let them get away, settling for hoping they’d been scared off.

It was horrible. Neither of them wanted to think about how many humans had been harmed or taken because they were falling down on the job, but neither of them had the guts to quit. Not to mention they sort of couldn’t, because they needed the money, and it was… difficult to find another job, sometimes, when vampire hunting had been your main career for years and people had expectations about what kind of work people like you were suited for.

They started arguing more often. Ari’s stress eating picked up. Lex cried more easily. They packed up the belongings Valen had left behind and hid them so they didn’t have to look at them. It felt like there was a Valen-shaped hole in their life.

Until one day, the phone rang. “What?” Ari answered gruffly.

“Ariana.” It was Valen’s voice, and Ari had never not been pissed to be called Ariana before now. “Please help me. I don’t know what to do. I’m with my husband and I don’t know what to do. Please help me.”

Ari’s heart leapt in her throat. Lex saw her expression and came over to put an ear up to the phone. “Valen?” Ari said, alarmed. “Where are you?”

“The Kithrara estate, I-” He abruptly went silent.

“Valen?” Ari pressed. “Valen? Talk to me, baby, what’s happening? Valen?”

The line went dead.

Ari slammed the phone back in the cradle. “Fuck. Fuck.”

“Star-69 it,” Lex said desperately.

Ari dialed to ring back the last call number. The phone didn’t even ring. “Fuck!” Ari slammed the phone back into the wall.

“The Kithrara estate,” Lex said. “That’s his husband. His-”

“His scumbag shitbag husband,” Ari said. “Who isn’t even letting him use the phone freely.”

“What do we do?” Lex said, sounding small and lost.

Ari ground her teeth. She picked the phone back up and dialed Bailey and Jerome’s number.

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Tag list <3

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@annablogsposts

@cc1010foxy

@darlingwhump

@dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

@dokidokisadness

@emcscared-whumps

@melancholy-in-the-morning

@nicolepascaline

@oddsconvert

@pigeonwhumps

@pumpkin-spice-whump

@some-thrilling-heroics

@soursagas

@thecyrulik

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@whuarri

@whump-cravings

@whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump

@whumpycries

@whumpsday

@writereleaserepeat

#hurt/comfort #angst #whump #vampire whumpee #whumpblr #blood

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iconsumethesoulsofthedamned · 2 months

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you're publically explaining the prankn't call au and you're doing it NOW 👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊👊

Well that’s what I’m calling and tagging this au if I ever make more art of it I’m stealing it you can’t have it back.

So also this is kinda just me taking something silly making it incredibly dark and whumping everyone real bad I eat angst for breakfast.

PRANKN’T CALL AU LORE:

So basically post fall will and Hannibal are found on the shores of a beach, And,by favor of wills really bad luck cancelling out Hannibal’s insanely good luck the people who find them are ✨bad guys✨.

(Don’t ask me who yet I haven’t decided but they have beef with Jack they don’t care to much about will and Hannibal)

So they take those two back to their ✨evil lair✨ and put them in separate rooms. They begin attending to wills wounds but not Hannibal’s.

Then EVIL ME WARNING:

They wake up Hannibal and tell him wills dead. He begins to panic but doesn’t show it. He starts going into shock due to that and his wounds and then they kill him by slitting his throat. His last thoughts are that he’ll get to be with Will.

Cut back to will. Maybe three months later most of his injuries have healed pretty well but they don’t let him be conscious they keep him knocked out. They finally wake him up and he’s tied to a chair.

MORE EVIL ME WARNING:

will can’t see anything. He doesn’t know why and he thinks he’s blindfolded or something. NEWS FLASH: he’s not they removed his eyes. Someone in the room tells him through a speaker and voice changer that they’re going to call Jack for him. And that if he ever wants out he’s going to have to ask.

They call Jack. Will is panicking slightly but trying to be normal and he tells him he doesn’t know here he is and that he can’t see. Part way through he caves and yells at the speaker ‘WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HANNIBAL’ he gets a sharp blow to the face and is told to continue talking. He does so and then when the call ends they kill will. He never finds out what happened to Hannibal.

Tragedy of all this is that it ends up going to voicemail. Jack will have a crazy surprise when he picks up his phone.

#im evil #I know #it’s 7:05 in baltimore marylin baby #prankn’t au #lore #balls #personal #au lore #asks #Hannibal au #tw whump #tw graphic #tw major character death

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fic asks

Thank you @leadingrebel and @dr-lizortecho for tagging me!

How many works do you have on ao3? Between all my accounts I have 212 fics.

What’s your total ao3 word count? In skloomdumpster is 759,511 but in total of all my accounts is 909,749

What fandoms do you write for? Fate: The Winx Saga, Supernatural, Daisy Jones & The Six, Fast & Furious, Teen Wolf, Harry Potter, MCU, The Vampire Diaries, The Order (not anymore for the tiny ones)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

ABCDEF-U

You, Me and The Brickwall Between Us

On The Down Low

3 AM

Bait

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Nope, I always wanna respond but then I get the Anxiety and then too much time passed so answering now would be weird and rinse repeat for every single comment.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

If we're talking just ending, then I'd say either Voicemail, Treacherous Nature or Meeting The Parents.

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I write a lot of romcoms, so Not Mad About It, you make it look easy, On the down low

Do you get hate on fics? Nope, but sometimes I get unsolicited criticism.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes and idk what kind? Kinky stuff, love-making, hate fucking, bad lame cringy sex, you name it, I've written.

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

I've written a Fast&Furious/SPN crossover oneshot that I really liked and a The Vampire Diaries/Teen Wolf one shot too, but I dont write crossovers anymore and it has to be really well set up for me to read one.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yep!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! And once they translated it from portuguese-br to portuguese-pt and that was very fun to follow.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yep, plenty.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Skloom

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

Anything Bloom comes to mind, because I just can't find the motivation. Between The Lines because I doubt anyone would be interested and I made my peace with it long ago. Cabin Fever because canon kinda fucked me sideways with this and I'm very into sticking to the canon.

What are your writing strengths?

Channeling characters motivations and voices. Writing the body language of characters.

What are your writing weaknesses? Writing group scenes, descriptions of mundane activities, graphic whump without falling into melodrama, making the world my characters are in feel real and not like a novela.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? All for it, and I dont think a translation is even necessary right next to it, if the context is strong enough to give us the understanding. Add the full translation at the end notes though.

First fandom you wrote for?

Narnia, I think. I wanna say Harry Potter, but I vaguely remember writing Chronicles of Narnia fanfic at recess in my little notebook.

Favorite fic you’ve written?

Toss up between: The Soft Animal of Your Body, A Merry Fucking Life, How The Night Changes, Once Broken and The Burned One

(sorry that's too many, but I do have 200 works let me be greedy)

#fate the winx saga #fate: the winx saga #ask games #this was a lot of fun!!

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oonajaeadira · 1 year

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For the Love of Fic: March 27

Very slowly getting caught up! Here’s what I’ve been enjoying lately!!!

🪐 = Year of Themed Creations work!

PERO TOVAR

The Herbalist: Part 5: Manners Apparently Do Not Maketh All Men by @blueeyesatnight I am thoroughly enjoying this Victorian lady-sleuth piece and the little glimpses of our grumpy Spaniard. He’s rude, he’s dirty, and I’d jump on him in a heartbeat. Kitty might not be drawn to someone who picks his teeth with a knife, but I can’t wait until the day she sees some strange potential in him...

Dance in the Fire by @writeforfandoms 🪐 I will never ever ever tire of a good werewolf!Pero fic, especially one where I get cheek rubs and nuzzles and I’m protected from monsters by a big black wolf/scarred man in grey sweatpants that seems to take a fancy to me.

Watch Over You by @flightlessangelwings 🪐 This has so many good tropes. Bodyguard/escort Pero. Sword-weilding maiden. Fake relationship. One bed. Runaway bride. I eat it up like a tasty cake. No crumbs left.

EZRA

untitled by @insomniamamma A little microfic set at the end of the movie, wading through Ezra’s unconciousness and waking up in a medical bed with Cee watching over him. Even when he dreams, Ezra has troubles...

JAVIER PEÑA

Whatever You Need by @haylzcyon I don’t know what right Haylz has to write something so hot and with just enough swirling under the surface that makes me ache at the same time. I mean, sometimes you just need to get railed, and for that there’s Javier. And sometimes you need to read really good writing, and for that, there’s Haylz.

DIETER BRAVO

After the Beep by @oogaboogasphincter It’s Dieter and it’s voicemails. You know what’s up. Do I really need to tell you that he’s taken himself in hand to do it? Or that he woke up after a night with you wanting more? That he might be catching feels? This boy is my favorite switch....

JAVI GUTIERREZ

Cloud Nine by @chaoticgeminate 🪐 Pairing up the Gutierrez family business and relationships with Pokemon plot and intrigue is just fantastic. Reader is a Pokemon champion come home to Javi only to get swept up in a plot to bring back some very familiar villains...

JOEL MILLER

West by @radiowallet Cat can tear my heart out with her writing any day and I’d still thank her for being a part of this fandom and the talent she brings. Her internal pieces are some of my favorite as it is here, inside Joel Miller’s head and heart, trying just to ride out a moment in time... gorgeous.

WINGS GUY

First and 10 by @something-tofightfor Rachael has affectionately named the Wings Guy Daniel and I’m here for it. A meet cute twice over on one day, once in a beer cave and another at a football party. I don’t know anything about football, but I know food, and there’s a lot of good stuff at this party. I also know cute boys and there’s at least one of them here. Flirting and staying close and being sly about exchanging numbers...I don’t know if I’d be paying much attention to the game really...

GROGU

In Which, Beans Are Not Beans, Eggs Are Everyplace and I Have To Eat Them (this is doing my part, people!) as told by Grogu Djarin by @grogusmum 🪐 I will never tire of Grogu’s adventures here on earth, his sass, his delight at all the animals and traditions, and the way he loves food like I like food. This time it’s Ostara time which means eggs and bunnies and beans and candy and I am all for it. Oh, and a duck with whappy feet which I am also all for.

TRIPLE FRONTIER BOYS

As Long as I’m Alive by @artemiseamoon 🪐 This one kept me at the edge of my seat. The team is kidnapped and it’s a hairy ride to extraction. Arte’s OCs are always so brave and fleshed out and I’m happy to ride in their capable shoes any day, even in the Year of Whump.

SPECIAL GUEST CORNER

WESTLEY

The Dread Pirate Roberts by @captainsophiestark 🪐 It certainly would have saved Westley a lot of trouble if his beloved had come seeking him instead of him having to come after her! Of course that doesn’t mean it’s without its perils because the sea is rough and no place to get caught drowning in... (at least it’s not full of shrieking eels!!!) But true love wins all the same...

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