#whump!verse

[spielzeugkaiser]

Lovechild AU idea: I would like to suggest adding Vespula and Radovid into the found family mix! Vespula has the aunt vibe of "I could never be mad at you sweetie, have a cookie, anyway, whAT THE FUCK JASKIER." (I know Yen probably has that role but the kid is allowed to have cool aunts) and Radovid probably bonded with him while he and Jaskier were dating, like out of all the people his dad dated, he's the stepparent he liked the most. Anyway, I'm just hashing out ideas bc I love those two and want to see our sweet baby boy interact with them!

[MASTERPOST] Oh gosh...

The thing is, I DON'T TRUST RADOVID AT ALL. not yet at least. So if he exists in this AU... they're not having a good time.

#jaskier #the witcher #geraskier lovechild #radovid #omegaverse #if radovid exists in this in this universe it was in Mileks later years #before he meets Geralt #once he's 10/11 years old #old enough to get that he doesn't like at all how that guy is talking to his father #do I think Jaskier fell for Radovid for a while? yepppp #but in this 'verse the other shoe dropped #and it was not good #I did once again whump the bard I am so sorry #that's what my brain does on autopilot by now #simply whump the bard

[hippielittlemetalhead]

So I've seen a lot of 'Hop actively dislikes and distrusts Steve', 'Hop tolerates Steve because he's useful during UD shenanigans but doesn't like him', and the big swing to 'Hop has adopted Steve as his own and treats him the same/almost the same as he does El'

BUT, I present:

Hop pseudo adopts Steve because when he and Owens were trying to get the Harringtons to make any decisions about their teenager who saw some sketchy shit and may need government testing they legally gave Hop the rights to act in loco parentis and he takes that seriously because he doesn't want another Will Byers and he's pretty sure the Harrington kid has a concussion.

Hop who stays involved just enough in Steve's life season 1-3 that we the audience see Steve is getting attached. But Hop just sees an annoying kid who won't leave him alone when he's trying to deal with a rebellious psychic and her insane little friends and keeps asking stupid questions about highschool romance and teenage rivalry drama. Knows Joyce Byers doesn't like the kid but won't give a lot of reason why but he's mostly learned to trust that woman's judgement about people. Still gets him the job at Scoops when the kid's dad makes a stink about college and tells him if he survives a few months there he'll consider bringing him on the force, makes sense to keep him close and in a position to help should shit hit the fan again.

Hop who doesn't get it when Steve is one of the most relieved when he 'comes back to life' after Joyce and Murray bring him back from Russia. When Steve introduces him as "My Hop," (something he'd taken to calling him just before season 2 shenanigans) to his sarcastic, fidgety little friend like it means something. The girl, Robin, looks between the two of them and gets this sad look on her face for a second before smiling and shaking his hand and saying something about "Dingus has told me all about you".

Hop who complains to Murray one of the times The Party and assorted teens and adults are over at his renovated and expanded cabin (courtesy of Owens and shady government organizations recognizing these people are worth investing in, heavily if omens are to be believed) when the bald annoyance asks about what's up on there. Complains about having annoying teenagers who have nothing better to do but pester him legally put under his supervision cause their parents can't be assed to care and are spoiled little shits who are slightly more bearable versions of said parents cause he can stand toe to toe with one of those monsters they faced and the kids kind of listen to him. Complains about barely being able to breathe cause of regular visits and check-ins like Hop was still responsible for him. Says at least the extra hands are useful around the cabin what with the still healing up and El pacing herself after the showdown with Creel and still trying to find Max and the Byers not quite moved back to Hawkins yet.

Hop who doesn't realize that Steve hears every word cause he had gone looking for the older man when he disappeared for more than a few minutes, when he couldn't see him to make sure he was here and safe and alive. Steve who thought Hop actually had come to care for him in his own gruff way and had confessed to Robin that in a lot of ways the way Hop has taken care of him makes him the closest thing to the father figure he's always wanted but never thought he'd get to have. Steve who hears Murray hum and recollect a visit from Nancy and Jonathan where their romance officially started (he vaguely knows about the visit, didn't realize that's what happened, didn't realize she couldn't be bothered to even do the decent/considerate thing before moving on to something better) because it seemed it was a pattern he was seeing 'people liked Steve, but people didn't love Steve'.

Hop who hears a choked sound like someone taking a claw to the gut and turns to see Harrington. Steve Harrington his bandages just peeking out from the collar of his shirt and the opening of his sleeves. (He never did get the stories behind those, too busy being fussed over and being told about the kids and how they were doing as Harrington played babysitter) Steve Harrington a kid who went through hell and still managed to smile and laugh and stand tall and unyielding looking at him with a blank face his eyes misty and his shoulders starting to curl in on himself before he clears his throat, chokes out that he just wanted to make sure Hop was alright but looks like Murray had everything under control. He'd go now, get out of his hair, let him rest, let him breathe. Steve Harrington who walks away with purpose like a man on a mission and doesn't acknowledge the kids calling out asking if he's alright, make sure he has his walkie talkie on him.

Hop, who realizes maybe he left behind two kids who missed (needed) him. Who wonders who took care of Harrington's paperwork when he was concussed and sedated because he was bleeding out and feverish from infection and Hop was busy at the cabin reveling in the comfort and warmth of his daughter and the woman he loved and her two sons who were fast becoming like his own. Hop, who realizes too late that maybe if he'd given the kid half a chance he could have had 3 sons to sit with him and his daughter and the woman he loved as they basked in surviving another end-of-the-world. Hop who has spent years barely giving a damn about Steve Harrington and realizes that he's no better than the kid's own parents.

Part 2

Part 3

#nttttf verse #Never Took The Time (To Forget) #yeah the ramblings of a madperson #honestly made myself choke up with this one #some projection about father figures and unrequited familial affection #we in our feels today #morbid and melancholy unlovable bastards are we #got the morbs #hopper adopts steve #but make it sad #steve harrington whump #Hopper POV #mostly #come yell about the sad with me #rambler writes

[the-apocrypha]

illuminated manuscripts >>> part five of the cottagecore verse Hob Gadling/Dream of the Endless || G || 4k || Complete Alternate Universe - Medieval, Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Old Married Couple

The thing is, Hob can read. Mostly. Sort of

Hob enjoys nearly a month of gratis storytelling before he's caught staring a little too intently at the page Dream is reading from—he'd been looking at the pictures thank you—when Dream suddenly pauses just as Culhwch is about to ask Ysbaddaden for his blessing and turns his glittering eyes to Hob. 

“And?” Hob asks, impatient. “What does he say?”

“You are reading,” Dream accuses. 

…Shit.

“Well that seems like a strange way for Culhwch to propose marriage?” Hob says weakly. 

Dream's eyes narrow. “You told me you could not.” 

“I can't.” 

“You can.” 

“I really can't,” Hob insists, and he can feel himself starting to flush. “I mean. Not like this, not like. Just what my dad taught me, which is—which is a lot for people like us, you know, and it gets the job done, but I can't. I can't read like you.”

And Hob had not known Dream long enough, at that point, to recognize the rush of starlight into his eyes that would have given him some warning for what he was about to suggest next, and indeed, the futility of protesting against it. 

“I,” Dream says, his whole face aglow, “will teach you.” 

Read on AO3

#it's so fluffy you guys oh my god #we will return to our regularly scheduled whump for the next bit though #enjoy this while it lasts #dreamling #cottagecore verse #dream of the endless #hob gadling #sandman #my writing

[hermesmyplatonicbeloved]

Two POVs of Percy & Poseidon in HoO: The Neglectful Parent and the Helping Behind the Scenes Parent

Sometimes I like to think that after Percy returns home from the nightmare that was HoO (and Tartarus) he's big-time angry with Poseidon.

I mean, he was kidnapped, brainwashed and manipulated by Hera (using Annabeth's name no less), and then barely got his memories back before getting thrown into a second war and ended up falling into hell. And when he gets out, he sees Poseidon just casually :) chatting :) with :) Hera :) Like if I was him that would've been my villain origin story. The gods need me to save them? Fuck no. If they're not strong enough (or willing) to protect their own rule and kingdoms, then maybe they shouldn't be ruling at all.

Like I think that pre-hoo Percy and Poseidon were building a good relationship, and Percy would've kept all the gifts that Poseidon gave him (sand dollar aside). Maybe stick some of it up on the wall. Maybe make something, like a family sketch of him, Tyson and Poseidon he commissioned from Rachel. After HoO he's so angry and hurt that he just tears it all down. Rips it to shreds. Sally and Paul hear the racket and come bursting through the door hella worried only to find Percy looking furious with his eyes full of unshed tears with everything that Poseidon gave him (aside from Riptide) in pieces at his feet.

(Meanwhile Poseidon has no idea why his child is so upset. He believed whatever lie or excuse Hera spun to cover her ass and doesn't know how much Percy went through, and he's in for a very rude awakening the next time he tries to talk to Percy).

On the other hand, I like to think that Poseidon was paying attention (as best he could with the Greek-Roman split) and helped Percy out, and its just the fact that Percy had so little POVs that we don't know that Poseidon was in contact and helping out.

Like sure, Poseidon/Neptune wasn't able to help Percy against Polybetes, so he gave Percy power over poison so Percy could protect himself.

Percy fell into Tartarus where Poseidon couldn't reach or help him? He had his power over poison from Poseidon that saved him from Akhlys. Poseidon also went to Hermes and made sure that his temple in Tartarus was constantly stocked with food, and maybe sent a few of his elite Cyclops to find/help Percy since he couldn't go due to the Greek-Roman split + Zeus's rules. The cyclops just weren't able to find Percy because Percy and Annabeth's whole strategy was 'move fast to keep ahead of the hoards of titans/giants/monsters chasing us down,' so while their enemies couldn't catch up with them, neither could their allies.

And then afterward. Its canon that Poseidon appears to Percy in dreams to communicate (SoM), and that he shows up after the big battles to check in with Percy in person to see if he's okay (BoTL) so maybe he did that when Percy was alone in his cabin on the Argo II? Or when he gets back to Sally's apartment after HoO? And Percy just didn't want to tell anyone because 1. all the roman demigods are terrified of Poseidon/Neptune, 2. Annabeth does NOT like Poseidon (or his kids - Percy is the only exception) and they generally don't talk about Poseidon in a family context so why would he tell her, especially after she was scared to tears of his Poseidon given powers and 3. Percy isn't close to any of the other people on the Argo II (Piper - he thinks Percy needs to be controlled - the one thing the sea hates, and Leo - who's terrified of Percy).

#percy jackson #poseidon #percy & poseidon #pjo #hoo #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #annabeth chase #rick riordan #percy #riordan verse #pjo hoo toa #pjo fandom #headcanons #pjo fic ideas #sally jackson #percy jackson whump #tartarus #percy poison control

[crash-bump-bring-the-whump]

Whumpril 2024 - Day 2 - Sweat

Some sheep spot a lone lamb in distress

TWs: collapse, illness

Sweat rolled down Mariano’s face as he readjusted the bundles of wood over his shoulders. The village they were staying in had been attacked just days before–he wasn’t feeling up to helping rebuild, but no one really was. Everyone was hurt. Everyone was sick. The mages who had swarmed had been crafty and wicked. 

Only Mariano’s previous training had kept him on his feet during the fight after he’d been hit by one of their curses. Even with a fresh fever roaring through him, he’d sent them off with fresh, blackened burns and visions of white pact rings glowing in the dusk and smoke. They'd won, even if the victory didn't feel sweet.

That morning, Bastian had flown out to help gather supplies. A few of the villagers rode on his back clutching fabric and containers for food and water, anything to sustain them while they figure out the full extent of the damage. Mariano’s current job was to help secure some sheep for one of the farmers.

Mariano stumbled as he made it to the field where the sheep were kept, only just managing to stay on his feet. The fluffy, still-skittish animals eyed him as he carefully lowered the bundles of wood to the grass. Their fencing had been destroyed, and they were almost done repairing it. This was the last of the supplies that they’d need.

He wiped at his forehead, breath coming even more shallowly than it had only hours earlier. “Maybe…I need to loosen my bindings.” He muttered to himself, reaching beneath his shirt to give himself more room to breathe. It didn't help, so he turned to go find the farmer and move on to the next step of the fencing, unable to remember the preferred knot to secure the fence together.

Mariano didn’t get very far. His knees gave out and he crumpled, hitting the soft, sun-warmed grass hard. He blinked, whining as he unsuccessfully tried to get his hands up under himself. He just couldn’t get his arms to move. They felt like lead, his leather gloves seeming to weigh as much as Bastian. He couldn’t even get to his knees, not with how heavy his boots felt.

The sun beat down on him, soaking into his hair, into his skin, warming him further. It was like it was trying to outdo the lingering curse. He needed water. He needed shade. He wasn't going to get either on his own.

Sweat rolled down Mariano’s face as the sun traveled along its leisurely arc. It dripped down his hairline as the sheep grew curious. It rolled along the bridge of his nose as they laid down around him, nosing at his shoulders and hair and face.

That was how one of the villagers found him, hours later. He lay half curled in the grass, surrounded by sheep, sun-flushed and only half-aware. The sheep never scattered as they approached–all eyes fixed on them as they ran forward.

The sheep stayed nearby instead, as calm as if Mariano were a hurt part of the flock that needed tending. Odd, the villager thought as they tried to rouse the Kingslayer, starting to drip water between his lips. The sheep weren’t ever this calm around strangers. 

@bxtterflykxisses @whumperofworlds @honeybees-125 @inscrutable-shadow

#whump #whumpril2024 #day2 #sweat #fever whump #illness #collapse #mage of violence #look it's just good #when I'm feeling overwhelmed I write Mariano sick and passing out that's how it is it's the law #Canon kingslayer verse

[ferretrade]

it's a WIP Wednesday!

@smoosey kindly tagged me for a wip Wednesday and here I am a week later with a snippet from a whumptober prompt >:) (some calm before the whump)

"Darling, there's no need to impress me."

Cody huffs a laugh as he slices through an attack droid with Obi-Wan's lightsaber. He twirls it and disengages it before tossing the hilt to its owner. Obi-Wan lights it and demolishes another droid while Cody pulls out his blaster to shoot the last one circling them. (Force or no, he prefers the precision and distance you can get with a nice blaster.) 

"You dropped it, figured someone should get some use out of it," Cody snarks right back. The last attacker falls and the forest goes silent around them. 

Obi-Wan approaches him as he clips his lightsaber to his belt. "I didn't drop it," he insists haughtily. There's a streak of grease on his cheek and his hair's askew. "I left it for you."

"Whatever you have to tell yourself," Cody teases. His blaster goes back to his hip and he wipes the sweat from his forehead. It's still strange, not wearing his old bucket and kit, but a good strange. He's not a soldier anymore. 

"Perhaps if you got your own, I wouldn't have to share so often," Obi-Wan needles familiarly. He multitasks as he does, pulling up a map on his comm to scan for additional droids or life forms.

They hadn't expected much when they landed on this planet, if only because they'd gone through four others with no fuss. The Jedi Order had been sending them out to locate potential Sith strongholds, merely guessing at possibilities based on rumors and known temple ruins. It seems this time they've hit the jackpot—if there were droids, they were guarding something. 

"I'm not a Jedi." Cody's response is just as well worn and flippant. "I don't need a lightsaber."

#this is set in the cyra verse aka force cody with a force bonded animal companion #kinda a chance to see what cody is up to after the end of the fic :) #may have to throw rex and ahsoka in somehow bc i adore them #and depa after her vaapad comment 👀 #am i turning this whump into not whump whoops #sw fic #codywan #abp fic

[jedi-lothwolf]

Two Weeks of Whump Day 2: Needles

Fandom: Across the Spider-verse

Summary: Miguel is scared of needles after he gets sober.

  Rapture was a highly addictive drug that binds to your cells. Miguel remembered it well. After being drugged by someone who turned out to be his biological father he needed it. He remembered hunting it down and sticking himself with long needles so he wouldn't be in pain for the withdrawal.

    When he became Spider-Man the spider DNA replaced the rapture and he was safe. But he wasn't safe from the memories. The feeling of being so helpless, to succumb to the need for the drug.

    When Miguel was told that he would need to get a few shots he was nervous to go. Peter insisted he come with him. Knowing Miguel's history with addiction he knew he'd be spooked.

    Despite Miguel consistently telling Peter he didn't need anyone to go with him to see Spidey Doc he still came. Even if hr wouldn't admit it he actually appreciated Peter looking out for him.

    "Hey Miguel, how are you today?" Spidey Doc said as he walked in. "Oh, you got a friend with you?"

    "Nope, I'm actually his nemesis" Peter joked. The two laughed and Miguel snarled. "But seriously, Miggy gets nervous about needles."

    "Peter" Miguel scowled.

    "Hey don't worry! I'll be quick" he looked at Miguel, "and don't be embarrassed." He grabbed one of the three needles he had prepared, "shoulder please."

    Miguel moved his sleeve and looked over to Peter. His facial expression was soft. "Here" Peter held out his hand. He reluctantly took it.

    As the needle pierced his skin memories flood his mind. The feeling of not having control, sobbing telling his brother what had happened, staying with Alchemax to find a way to get rid of it, taking the doses so that withdrawal didn't kill him, everything.

    Miguel grabbed at the syringe and pulled it out of his arm. He moved to attack Spidey Doc but Peter stepped in. He placed his hands on Miggy's shoulders and looked him in the eyes.

Miguel wrapped his arms around Peter and dug his claws into his back.

    "It's okay. Miggy it's okay" he soothed. "Look at me, hey look" he removed one of his hands to gently cuff his face, "I'm not gonna let him hurt you."

    Looking Peter in the eyes Miguel calmed down a little. He realized what happened and let the other pull him into a hug. Without realizing he started to cry mumbling how he couldn't do it again.

    "It's okay Migs." Peter ran his hand over his back. Once Miguel calmed down he released him and retracted his claws.

    "I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked.

    "Nope! I'm alright. Let's finish getting your shots." Peter walked in a way to make sure he didn't see his back.

    Spidey Doc moved from the floor back to standing, dazed. "Peter I thought-"

    "Bup bup bup, let's get this done, okay?"

    "Alright." The Doc got what Peter was avoiding. Telling Miguel might be worse than letting him believe everything was okay.

    Spidey Doc placed a bandage on Miguel's arm from where he pulled the needle out. "Can I borrow your other arm? I'll give it back don't worry."

    Miguel silently extended his arm to the doc. Peter grabbed the other and looked him in the eyes. His were soft and Miguel's were scared. "I promise, you'll be okay."

    The second needle went into Miguel's arm. The fear intensified but Peter calmed him down, "I'm right here. You're safe. Okay?" Then the third.

    "Alright! You are done! You can go."

    "Thank you." He walked towards the door, "Peter?"

    "Oh, I had an appointment right after you so I'm gonna do that now. Mayday's with Jess if you want to hang out with her! Maybe she'll help you feel better."

    "Alright." He wasn't so sure but decided not to question it. It was strange that he hadn't mentioned the appointment before.

    As the door closed Peter leaned into the table. "Ah, that kinda hurts."

    "Makes sense." Spidey Doc walked over to a cabinet and grabbed stitches. "Miguel could have handled it."

    "He's fragile. I worry a lot about him. I know he could handle it but honestly he doesn't need it."

    Spidey Doc just sighed and shook his head. He had Peter lay down and sowed his back up. Peter left and never told Miguel what happened that day.

@promptsforyourwhumpfic

#spider verse #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderman #spiderman 2099 #spiderman #across the spiderverse #twow #two weeks of whump #TwoWeekOfWhump #whump #needles #Miguel needs a hug #peter b parker #peter b #peter b x miguel #spiderdads #Spidey Doc #Miguel angst #atsv #atsv whump

[psychologeek]

Lab Rat (pt. 1)

FEBUWHUMP 2024

DAY 1: helpless

DAY 7: suffering in silence.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go. This isn't what she wanted. It's not – she prepared, but never really thought –

Her brother is passed out in the back seat, hardly patched up. They didn't have time to fix all when

After

When –

She doesn't think about it. She doesn't think about how he hasn't woke up yet.

She doesn't think about the storm raging out of the car.

She doesn't think about the hopelessness in the situation,how it was NEVER MEANT TO HAPPEN.

There's a scream in her head that won't let her think, a howling storm to match the outside. She can't tell if the low vision is related to the drops in or outside of the car.

(Does it even matter?)

The gas bulb lights up, and she misses the first exit as her mind struggles to understand what that means.

She only realizes that she's shaking as her hand fails to enter the gas fuel to the car tank. 

It's cold and she's still wearing a summer dress. It was a nice day before her parents –

Before the Fentons–

She doesn't think about the kid in the back of her car, or how he hasn't moved in the last hours. She doesn't think about the green-glowing IV in his arm.

She's not a medic, but she tried. She tried and tried and tried for years to keep him alive, to keep him happy and thriving.

(And she failed.)

(Like it? I have more mini-fics in this au. And full size fics on ao3 please vote in my update poll!)

#danny phantom #jazz fenton #lab rat #lab rat au #febuwhump 2024 #febuwhump #day 1 #helpless #day 7 #suffering in silence #jazz Fenton whump #good sister jazz Fenton #lost and found au #lost and found verse #angst #it will have a happy ending #just not yet #hurt Danny Fenton #danny fenton #hurt/comfort #hurt #my writing #fanfic #danny phantom fanfiction

[thatgenderfluidmonstrosity]

Hello people! This is my introduction :3

I am a person of many names~ Some know me by their loveliest day dream, others their worst nightmare-

Just kidding, I go by any of these names, and I will put in my bio which I’m using at the time~ (it’s fluid)

Nyx, Rei, Ether, Gray, Aether, Nexus, Kaeya, Nox

I am also Genderfluid, so my current pronouns will be listed in my bio as well :3

Neurodivergent! Diagnosed with Tourettes and my therapist is pretty sure I have ADHD, Depression and Anxiety (getting tested for any kind of neurological disorders on April 10th 2024🤭)

I love getting questions about my Tourettes, Gender Identity and whatever else!!! Please don’t be afraid to ask if you have questions!!

Little warning: despite being on Tumblr for about 2 years now, I still have to idea what the proper “etiquette” is. Like- what a blorbo is, or if emojis are as despised here as they are on like… discord or something

Idk man 💀 I’m always confused

I love many things, from video games to anime to cartoons for children way younger than me

Here are all of the ones that I can remember right now (not listed in any particular order):

Hamilton

Amphibia

Percy Jackson

The Owl House

FNaF

She-Ra

Gravity Falls

Marvel (Avengers really)

Genshin Impact

My Hero Academia

Demon Slayer

Spy x Family

Marauders (Kinda)

Horizon Zero Dawn

Horizon Forbidden West

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Avatar: The Legend Of Korra

Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse

Spider-Man: Across The Spider-Verse

Moon Knight

Jekyll and Hyde

Bluey

Whump (Just in general)

DnD (Mainly Homebrew because I am kinda new to it)

I also love making art, and will post that a lot

I have an Ao3 Account: https://archiveofourown.org/users/SoManyPassions/pseuds/SoManyPassions

I have a lot of works but am also working like a dog to get more stuff posted ✨

I have so much writing in progress, and can’t wait to get it out there!

Let’s see… what else…

Im working on my own Fantasy/Fiction Series called The Solstice Academy (Yes that does mean that it’s initials shorten to TSA)

I am open to writing submissions for any fandom listen above! I have some stipulations, some minor and others are more important, like how I will never write smut/sexual content. If you have any submissions that you’d wanna see (like your favorite character getting tortured) message me and we can work something out! I can’t promise that I’ll get to it immediately (or that it will get written at all) but I will do my best to fulfill your request!

I think that’s all about me!

:3

#intro post #introduction #ao3 #ao3 writer #hamilton #amphibia #percy jackson #the owl house #she ra #gravity falls #marvel #the avengers #genshin impact #my hero academia #demon slayer #spy x family #marauders #horizon forbidden west #horizon zero dawn #avatar the last airbender #avatar the legend of korra #Spider-Man into the Spider-Verse #spider man across the spider verse #moon knight #jekyll and hyde #bluey cartoon #whump #writer stuff #tourettes #neurodivergent

[bilightningwriter-writing]

Intro

Finally made a writing sideblog, so hi, hello, nice to meet you all.

Alright, so I've been mostly lurking in the whump tags the past couple years. While it's not new new to me, I'm still learning more of the tagging finese that's going on.

Appreciate any help and also maybe beta readers in future?

---

But anyway, here's the stories I've been working on for my Ao3 (also bilightningwriter for my username there):

Shadow of a Sheild*- Marvel omegaverse fanfic is currently centered around mostly my OCs Jamie (Steve Rogers' and Peggy Carter's daughter) and her love interest, Anna; though I'll have more scenes and/or separate simultaneous stories with other OCs (like Jamie's half+step siblings, Will and Becca) as well as other Marvel characters

Summary (current, to be edited):

Jamie Makayla Rogers (formerly Carter) is a girl displaced out of time. Much like her father, she was frozen in ice, but like his mate, she was forced into it. Now in the modern world, Jamie is struggling to communicate with the soldier who left her mother. Captain Steve Rogers. After all, until recently, he didn't even know she existed. Steve Rogers suddenly has a pup, already almost grown. Avenging the world seems a simpler task than attempting to raise a teenager.

Main tropes/themes/etc:

Superheros

Whump

The New Eden Institution- whump omegaverse fics made to both get comfortable writing for myself again, as well as to mess with AI because I guess Omegaverse screws with it, lol; no greater motivation than being petty

Summary:

New Eden Institution: A Correctional Facility for the Troubled and In Need

Is your child in need of intervention before progressing into adulthood? We're here to help! Your dependent must 18 or older. Unfortunately, we have no program for Betas so far, though we strive to eventually help all troubled children. Guaranteed improvement and healing.

Main tropes/themes/etc:

Dystopia

Whump

Soulmates

Fairytales/Legends/etc

The fairytales I'm working on so far for it are as follows:

Little Mermaid

Red Riding Hood

Swan Lake

Magic High School AU Collection*- Also unnamed; stories so far to be AUed are:

Lady and the Tramp

Swan Lake

Asterisks next to titles that are/will be restricted to users of Ao3 only because AI is ridiculous.

Main characters are all some combination of LGBT+ and/or neurodivergent (and I mean neurodivergent, not just the "nice disorders").

Warnings for these: SA is pretty prevalent in my stories, for personal reasons. Homophobic and transphobic characters (side characters are, not main ones, though some internalized for the main, but they get through it) as well as ableism. I've mostly stuck to what I personally know, so a lot of the main characters are white and not PoC, though I'm working on it, I just don't want to overstep or inadvertently be insensitive.

One thing I avoid is death, like killing off characters, especially the main ones. Big fan of "everybody lives."

That's it for now. I'll add more as I think of it.

#whump community #archive of our own #ao3 #writers on tumblr #writing #ao3 writer #autism writing #autistic writer #creative writing #diversity in writing #gay writing #lgbt writers #lgbtq writers #queer writers #writblr #writeblr #writeblr community #writer community #writerblr #writer things #writers #whump writing #writers of tumblr #writerscommunity #writing intros #whump #whumpblr #a/b/o verse #omegaverse #alpha beta omega dynamics

[beastung]

THE WHUMP POTENTIAL BETWEEN THESE THREE

#whump #comfort #reluctant caretaker #team dynamic #team whump #sunshine whump #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spider verse #hobie brown #spider punk #miguel o'hara #pavitr prabhakar

[wildlife4life]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @buddiearemydads

Alright a little warning before this snippet, it has abuse from Doug to Buck and harsh language. The fic itself...well its getting a little dark, but its being based off what happen to Maddie when she was kidnapped mixed with a different way Buck's leg was injured. This is from my a/b/o verse with mpreg buck and Doug kidnapping him. I just finished a really grotesque scene and heading towards Maddie saving the day, but at what cost????

The omega didn’t even try to put up a fight, he was too dazed from seeing an innocent man die and stumbled his way with Doug out to the car.  Without even an ounce of tenderness, Buck was thrown into the backseat, head smacking into the opposite side door.  Doug pounced on him, duct tape in hand and roughly wrapped layer after layer over his mouth and around his head. When he was satisfied, he moved to Buck’s wrist, pinning them behind his back, doubling more than what was around his head. Then he moved to his legs and paused, “This is all your fault! You stupid bitch of an omega! I’m supposed to save lives, not take them and because of you I’m a murder! His death is on your hands! What you did-“, Doug huffed harshly, “You been nothing but a bad omega and bad omegas get punished.  You should have learned that the moment you presented, but I promise you’ll understand after this.”

A tight grip on left leg and Doug pulled until it hung partially outside the car, then he took a step back and before Buck could even try to pull his leg back, Doug swings the door with all his strength into the appendage.

I know its not a very long snippet, but I don't want to give too much away!! But Buck is really going to put through the wringer.

Tagging (no pressure): @alyxmastershipper @911onabc @ebdaydreamer @shortsighted-owl @homerforsure @bekkachaos @elvensorceress

Sorry if you've already been tagged!

#wip wednesday #911 fox #911 abc #911 fic #my wips #buddie #buddie fic #evan buck buckely #buck whump #warning: abuse #a/b/o verse #mpreg #buck mpreg

[mirananananan]

ok friends so re: whumptober.....i'm way too excited about this because i finally have plans for fics, and the one i'm working on is going SO WELL!!!!

i've put a lot of pressure on myself when i've been writing recently, and it has made it less enjoyable, harder to find motivation, etc. i never wanted fic to be something that my perfectionism ruined. SO i am just turning off the word count thingy, letting the prompt and my outline guide the way, and enjoying the process.

manifesting a productive and whumpy whumptober for us all!!!!

#fic writing #currently working on prompt 3 #i really like it so far!!!!! #whump (to ME!!!!) is light hurt heavy comfort #so that's what you're all going to get #also i have two canon timeline fics planned #one baby ellie verse #and one modern sisters au #so something for everyone lol #whumptober

[whumpingisfun]

I kind of want to explore a whump verse where the whumper like. Televises the whumpee’s suffering on the black markets and people vote for what torment the whumpee goes through next with the whumper getting final say on if the winning idea goes through.

And then eventually whumpee gets free. But the videos are still out there and the news breaks that they’re the whumpee despite the detectives and police trying to keep whumpee’s involvement secret. They’re the one the videos are all about. And even though Whumper is gone. The public never lets Whumpee forget.

#escaped whumpee #what if I did an ask series for this verse? #whump prompts #known whumpee #famous whumpee

[jedi-lothwolf]

Two Weeks of Whump Day 6: Gunshot Wound

Fandom: Spider-verse

Summary: After a late night villain attack, Jefferson and Miles meets unexpectedly in the building.

  Miles looked at the time, 1am. "Why can't villains attack the city at more convenient times?" he muttered to himself. Grabbing his suit he slipped his PJs off. Ganke stirred as Miles opened the window.

    "Off to save the city? We have a test tomorrow." He mumbled

    "You know it. I'm sure it'll be fine."

    "Good luck."

    "Thanks." Miles crawled out the window and attached a web to a nearby building. He pushed his feet against the wall and was off.

    The fight against the villain wasn't long. Miles webber her up and got ready to go back to the dorms.

    Though it might not have been a long fight it wasn't without property damage. No fight was really a fight without a form of property damage. It was one of the reasons Spider-Man was a controversial person. That and the baby powder.

    As he walked towards a window so he could get out of there he heard a familiar voice behind him, "freeze, Spider-Man."

    Oh great. "Mr. Morales" Miles replied turning around. He was pointing a gun at him. "Woah" Miles jumped back startled, "isn't that reserved for the bad guys?"

    "You killed an innocent."

    "Where did you hear that?" Miles's heart raced. He most certainly did not kill anyone.

    "My brother, Aaron Davis. For the past year and a half I can't stop thinking about it. You were there."

    "No you must be mistaken. I've never killed anyone. Mr. Davis was a good man-" Miles's fake accent began to slip. It had been so long now and they had been working together for just about the whole time he had been Spider-Man.

    "Put your hands up."

    Miles complied. "There's no need for the gun."

    "I'm bringing you in for the murder of my brother."

    Spider sense. Miles turned his head to see that the villain from earlier had escaped. He turned quickly to take care of her. The quick movement gave Jefferson a reason to shoot.

    Miles hadn't thought about it when he moved. When he heard the gun go off he assumed that his dad had shot at the villain. No. He didn't know until he watched the villain leave.

    Warm liquid ran down his leg. "What?" He whispered to himself. Looking down he realized what had happened. His father had shot him. The pain hit like the bullet that had just ripped through his side. 

    Spider-Man collapsed to the ground. He pressed his right hand against the wound while the other pulled his mask off. He used it as a form of cloth to help with the blood. "Did you really think I killed uncle Aaron?! I was there! It was Kingpin!"

    Jefferson started at his son, now on the ground. He'd shot him. "oh God." He ran over to him and fell to his knees to help.

    "Don't fucking touch me!" Miles screamed.

Jefferson jumped back before speaking, "don't talk to me like that." He realized how stupid it sounded as the words left his mouth.

    "You shot me!" The teen tried to move back but couldn't.

    "I'm sorry! Miles, just let me help you!"

    Miles thought back to everything that had happened in the last month. Everything Miguel had put him though just because he wanted to save his father. For a brief second he wished he hadn't. That thought was quickly replaced by a wave of hatred for his own mind.

    "Stay away." Miles voice was weaker this time. He didn't yell. The betrayal that laced every word, every movement made Jefferson feel as if he had been shot himself.

    "10-52 Spider-Man has been shot " Jefferson radioed in.

    "Stay with me Miles." He reached to hold pressure on the wound and this time Miles accepted the help.

    "My identity." Miles tried to move out from where he was.

    "It'll be okay."

    "What's that location Sir?"

    Miles listens as Mr. Morales states the information to the operater. He reached for his gizmo. Miguel had given him one once he realized his mistake. Miles took it because he might not like Miguel but he wanted to help and he wanted to see his friends. He and Miguel were getting to a point where they both understood what had happened and why and realized it was better to forgive rather then to hold it against each other.

    "Hobie?" He turned the watch on, "i've been shot, where's Spidey Doc?"

    Hobie responded quickly. "Let me get in contact with him, where are you?" He asked frantically.

    "Who's that?" Jefferson asked.

    "A friend" Miles whispered. He sent his coordinates to Hobie and before he could say anything else Hobie was there.

    "I'm here" he walked over quickly, "Spidey Doc should be on the way."

    Jefferson looked up at Hobie before he was shoved by him. Hobie took his place and put pressure on Miles's side. Stunned he didn't do anything

    Everything moved too quickly for Jefferson to keep up. Another portal opened and now there was another spider person in the room?

    The hero was dressed in a similar fashion to his son but in light blue and light green. Hobie stood quickly and the hero took his place. Jefferson tried to get to Miles but was stopped by Hobie. "you're his dad right?" He asked.

    "Yes and who are you punk!?" Mr. Morales yelled.

    "I'm Miles's friend Hobie" he spoke calmly, "that's Spidey Doc, he'll take care of Miles."

    "I need to take him back to HQ."

    "Okay."

    "Is that okay with you Miles?" The doctor asked.

    Miles nodded.

    Before Jefferson could say anything the doctor had picked up his son and started to walk towards a portal. "Wait where are you taking him?!"

    Hobie grabbed Jefferson and stopped him from moving forward. "He'll take good care of him."

    "Wait! Miles!" Jefferson tried to get away from Hobie.

    As the portal closed Hobie released the chef. "What happened?"

    "You don't need to know!"

    "Miles is my friend! What happened to him."

    When Jefferson didn't answer Hobie knew. "Good job. He'll be fine, just hope you don't lose him after this."

    Jefferson just stared at Hobie. "What now?" He asked.

    "You hope he forgives you. He probably will, he's very forgiving. After that you hope that you didn't just mess up one of the sweetest kids I know. But above all else you admit what you did was wrong and give him time."

    "Okay." And that's what he did. He waited and talked to Miles, apologizing over and over again. Miles could never hate his father. The two's relationship grew stronger, no longer being built on lies.

@promptsforyourwhumpfic

#across the spiderverse #atsv miles #miles morales #jefferson morales #jeff davis #Miles angst #hobie brown #big brother hobie #spidey doc #whump #twoweeksofwhump #twow #two weeks of whump #spider verse #spiderman #atsv miguel #gunshot wound

[whumpacabra]

Day 1 - “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Alcohol use, nonconsensual drugging, nausea, vomiting, touch aversion, blurred vision, panic, firearm use

[Follows Up Late]

Casey didn’t feel good. Which wasn’t uncommon in general, he didn’t have a lot in life to feel good about. But this wasn’t right, the buzz of alcohol in his blood was singing too loudly, the lights too sharp and the air too thick.

“Hey.” It felt like it took minutes to turn his head to look at them. She was lovely, blonde and young and sparkling with New Years glitter. “You feeling alright big guy?” The thick mascara around her shining brown eyes was all he could focus on.

“‘m fine…” He managed to mumble, hand knocking over his empty glass as he reached for it. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. The woman was still watching him, hypnotic smile baring too-white teeth.

“Let’s maybe get you out of here…”

He didn’t hear her over the blood roaring in his ears, the sensation of her manicured hand on his wrist blinding him with bleary memories he tried to drown in tequila.

Torn between terrified nausea and a panicked cry for help, Casey vomited onto her gaudy purple minidress.

Her shriek of surprise and disgust was enough to draw the annoyed eyes of other patrons in the club. He was just happy that she stepped away, that no one was touching him, that he could brace himself against the bar and force his jelly-kneed legs to hold his weight.

“Sorry, sorry - I got him.” He flinched at the arm looping around his back, a steady hand drawing his own arm over their shoulder, but he knew that voice.

“R…?”

“Yes - sorry, I know Miguel, yes. Put it on my tab.” Their strong and steady steps practically dragged him from the club, the flush of cold air from the alleyway chilling the sweat beaded on his forehead. “Easy, easy now…”

Casey took advantage of their relaxing grip, leaning back against the brickwork and sliding to the ground with a groan. RJ sighed where they stood above him, broad shoulders shrugging off their leather jacket so they wouldn’t have to bear sitting in the fresh winter slush.

“Since when did you start snagging unwanted admirers?” There was an attempt at levity in their voice, poorly executed with their tired baritone. “It wasn’t that woman; I’ve been tailing her all night. American - definitely military.”

“Do you ever stop working?” He was proud he managed to bite out a single sentence. It was his last clear thought before the world lurched, his vision spotted.

“No. There’s work to be done. Now, let’s get you up - oh shit - ”

He could feel their hands on his shoulders, their warm breath sharp with whiskey where they sat in front of him. He could feel tears streaking from his blind eyes. Why couldn’t he see them?

“Hey, stay with me - how many fingers am I holding up?”

He squinted through the blurry darkness. If he applied his imagination, he could just barely make out the corner of his vision where the lamppost would be. He shook his head, a strangled whimper in his chest.

“Fucking - crap.” RJ’s whispered curses were sharp with fear, not warm with their usual vibrant anger. He wanted to apologize - but he could hear footsteps approaching. The sharp heeled stomp of military standard boots across the cobbles.

He opened his mouth to warn them, and was suddenly aware of the lack of air in his lungs. Lungs that wouldn’t cooperate as his diaphragm heaved and panic electrified his skin.

RJ let go of his shoulders, a snarl on their lips as they turned to face the rapidly approaching footsteps. The last thing he heard was the tell tale hiss of a silenced weapon firing.

[Directly before Bad First Impressions]

(Part of my Freelancers: Boy Meets World series)

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Welcome to Whumptober!

Per my usual monthly prompt tradition, I’ll be using my Freelancer universe to fill the prompts this year. Seeing as some of the prompts are repeats from other monthly challenges I’ve filled for this series, I’m going to explore some ‘prequel’ events and whump some characters I’ve been neglecting to torture ;]

Note that as with other prompt lists these are non-chronological to the in-universe timeline, but they will be added to the chronologically arranged masterpost.

One last thing: any opinion on have a content warnings listed at the top? I’ve always just put them in the tags, which I’ll continue to do, but I think it makes them more accessible to put them at the top of a post. Let me know if you have any strong opinions on the matter.

#whump #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #no. 1 #how many fingers am i holding up? #oc #whump writing #alcohol use #nonconsensual drugging #nausea #vomiting #touch aversion #blurred vision #panic #firearm use #freelancers #beating the autism allegations today by changing my tagging system to respect the event’s tag system o7 akdjdjdjdj #I’m very excited for this month :D I’ve got some SPECIAL ideas I can’t wait to share w you guys 👀 #let’s just say I had one of those writer plot revelations recently and it’s like !!!! yeahhhh boyyyyy this web of lies has entangled us all #also jfc this series is over 50k words 😳 when did that happen. this was supposed to be a drabble-verse.