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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 1 month

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This or That Gothic Edition Snippet 21- Portrait Gallery

Inspired by my answers for this post by @blackrosesandwhump!

Whumpee followed Whumper through their mansion, taking in the sight with awe.

“Your home is beautiful, Whumper,” Whumpee said.

“Thank you,” Whumper said warmly, “I had been wanting to invite you for some time, but I still had to finish my portrait gallery.”

As Whumper spoke, they opened a pair of ornate doors to a long hallway. On the walls were several paintings, each more detailed than the last. Whumpee’s heart slowly dropped to their stomach when they noticed what they all had in common.

“Whumper…” they started, “why are all these paintings of me?”

Whumper’s hand came to rest on their shoulder.

“Because you are perfect, my little muse,” Whumper purred in their ear, “and now that I have you, my work can only improve.”

Whumpee opened their mouth to argue, but a sharp pinch in their neck turned their would-be sentence into a pained yelp.

“Forgive me, Whumpee,” Whumper said softly, “but I’ve been preparing for this for too long for you to slip out of my grasp now.”

Whumpee’s breathing came in short and fast. They stumbled out of Whumper’s grip and whirled around to face them.

“You’re not…keeping me…here,” Whumpee said with great effort.

Whumpee tried to run back to the doors, but their knees buckled after two steps. Whumper caught them quite easily.

“Shh,” they soothed, “it’s going to be alright. I promise you, you’ll love it here.”

Whumpee couldn’t find the energy to argue, or even struggle. Their eyes fluttered shut and they drifted off just as Whumper began to carry them out of the gallery.

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maybeitsalivescribbles · 2 months

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VH - Divide And Conquer

(Tw: attempted torture)

“I can't believe we finally have caught the legendary Vampire Hero”, said Villain.

The two Heroes glanced at each other and shrugged. The taller one frowned.

“Legendary ?” he repeated.

Villain looked at him with interest.

“Oh yes,” he said. “Many have fallen before your might, Vampire Hero. At least two or three of my opponents are behind the bars because of you.”

“Two or three and you call that legendary ? You're easy to impress.”

The other Hero was nervously following the exchange. Compared to his companion, he seemed much younger and frailer. His eyes were shinier and shinier with tears that did not quite fall. When at least it looked like he couldn't take it anymore, he stepped between the two, saying:

“Stop ! It's my fault ! It's all my fault if we got caught. Hurt me, not him!”

Villain gave the young Hero an amused look:

“Why is that little thing with you, Vampire Hero ?”

His interlocutor shrugged:

“You know. He's new. I'm supposed to show him the ropes or something. You have to teach them some way or some other. ”

“Is that so.”

Villain lift the smaller Hero's chin with a finger:

“My dear little one, how can I hurt him ? Many have tried and many have failed. I'll just make him have a nice little sunbath so he's neutralized. But since you've asked so nicely, I will take care of you.”

“Surely there must be another way ! I'm sure you can do better. I-I'm sure that deep inside, you're a little pure of heart.”

“ You heard your protector, you need to learn.”

He grabbed Hero by the arm, who turned his head toward the man who accompanied him. The latter just shrugged.

“Do you think he cares ?” simpered Villain to his ear. “Oh, he doesn't. He might be on your side, but Vampire Hero is evil. You're better off with me.”

Hero whimpered but didn't resist as he was dragged into the stairs.

“There are seventeen steps. Do you hear the sound they make ? There's an echo, so the prisoners down there can hear me coming. It’s all in the anticipation.”

In a sweet voice, he kept describing their surroundings while they were both descending into his torture room. During all the way, the small one didn’t dare fight back. He soon found himself tied up to a chair, helplessly squirming, his eyes giving a pleading look more than ever.

“So, young Hero,” purred Villain, “as it is your first time, I will make you a favor.”

“R-Really ?”

“Yes. Do you see all these instruments in the shelf in front of you ?”

Hero looked at the whips, the canes and the nails, and shuddered so violently it almost looked fake.

“I'm going to let you choose one among them. If not, I will choose, and you won't like it very much if I do.”

“You don't have to do this ! I-You just will make Vampire Hero angry and you don't want to !”

“You think he will rescue you?”

“I know he will.”

“How touching. But for now you're mine. So make your choice, before I get impatient.”

Hero pondered for a few seconds, then whispered:

“Um – the taser ? Yes – the taser, please.”

“If you ask so nicely.”

Villain delicately took the black rectangular shape in his hand and switched it on.

“Why, if I might ask ? Do you think it will hurt less than the others ? Let me prove you wrong.”

The half-hour that happened then looked much more pleasant for Villain than for Hero. And yet, as time passed, Villain felt somewhat uneasy. That had nothing to do with torturing a man, of course. He liked the thrashing, he liked the begging, he liked the naive faith of the innocent who was certain that he could be saved. Maybe that had something to do with the other Hero. While Villain was amusing himself, Vampire Hero was out of his sight. He might have been careless. He glanced at his watch, but Hero making a rather unconvincing whimper forced him to turn his head.

Perhaps that was the problem. Villain was used to the sounds of pain – the gasps, the moans, the howls, the cries and the pleas. He loved all of them without distinction, and of course he knew that they were a little different with each person. It was a familiar melody that Hero was singing, but thinking about it, it was slightly out of tune, and it got progressively worse. It was getting on his nerves. These rookies these days – they didn't even now how to scream right.

“Let's have a break,” he said.

“Oh well, I guess I’ve held that long.”

Villain raised an eyebrow, amused:

“Getting defiant, are we ? Careful, you sound like you’re disappointed.”

He stared into his prisoner’s eyes, hoping to get a look of terror, but all he got was a frown. Hero...genuinely looked displeased.

“Sorta”, he said. “In my time I didn’t have this kind of toys to play with. I guess having a little blue spark in your hand looks fun, but that doesn’t look like it does that much damage.”

“In your time ? What are you talking ab- wait.”

Hero tilted his head. For a moment he sounded impassible, but he broke soon enough. A loud, loud laugh resonated in the room, while the prisoner was squirming in his chair for a very different reason than before. His way of moving betrayed no pain at all.

“Are you shitting me,” said Villain, whose voice was now icy.

Hero grinned:

“You tell me, pal. I can’t believe you swallowed my “pure of heart” bullshit. I was laying it on so thick.”

Villain glared at him.

“Not that you were especially subtle either”, Hero added. “Oooh, the anticipation !” Do that again?”

Villain stood up and went to the door as fast as self-respect allowed. There was no one left under the sunlight. The guards were on the ground, unconscious.

“How -”

He turned back. Hero was now standing up, neglectfully throwing away the remnants of the straps that held him a moment before. He dramatically exclaimed, a hand on his heart:

“Oh no, he got away ! My, my. Poor little me. Tell you what, though. If Vampire Hero were so legendary, you should have bothered to know what he looks like. I didn’t mean to pass for someone else, but you’ve so graciously given me the opportunity.”

“It can’t be ! How could the – the other have escaped then ?”

“I hate to break it to you, but they are several heroes with super strength.”

Villain blushed and stayed quiet, his lips pursed. Hero picked up the taser, looked at it with curiosity, and switched it on. With a smile – a very worrying smile - he got closer.

“Hey, I warned you. I told you that Vampire Hero was going to rescue me.”

Vampire Hero is a recurring character. His job is to troll current villains. Check the Vampire Hero Masterlist or Tag for more snippets with him.

Or back to Hero x Villain Masterlist.

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flowercrowngods · 1 year

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dio. 🤍

ao3 • writing tag • time travel au tag (stories & snippets) steddie drabbles & microfics ☕️ ko-fi vibes only. mostly steddie, sometimes clarkson.

🌷 WIPs & multi-chaptered stories

➤ i’ll try. i’ll try. (but i couldn’t be better) WIP M | 74k | 12/? | time travel au, angst, steve whump Sent back to 1983, Steve tries to save his friends from everything that's coming and takes on the battle against the Upside Down alone with El by his side.

➤ nice to meet you, where you been? T | 12k | 3/3 | tattoo shop au, pure fluff, trans eddie Chrissy sends Eddie to check out a tattoo shop. Little does he know it belongs to Steve Harrington, or that they’ll both be falling for each other at lightning

➤ untitled knight!Steve / bard!Eddie WIP T | 10k | 2/? | tumblr: part 1 | part 2 | ... regency au (freeform), enemies to lovers Eddie is a bard of great renown who returns to Hawkins ready and willing to spite the people who cast him out all his life. He is in search of his muse: the knight Dustin has been writing to him about who has inspired his greatest ballads and poems. Dustin’s Sir Steve is nowhere to be found, but Lord Harrington seems to hold a grudge against Eddie and he wants to find out why.

➤ shattered on the cliff’s edge, trapped by the tides WIP M | 5.8k | 2/7 | tumblr: part 1 | part 2 | ... A steddie ghost story. Steve Harrington, disgraced and disowned by his father for moral insanity, has been haunted by eerie dreams of a mysterious lighthouse ever since he was a little boy. His lighthouse quickly turns from recurring night terror to gruesome reality when his superior delegates him to fix the broken light and be the new keeper. But he soon finds out that it is he who is being kept.

➤ tales of blue | who did this to you? WIP M | 13k | 3/4 | tumblr: part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | Eddie POV, pre-s4, injured Steve, hurt/comfort One summer's day in 1985, Eddie finds a very injured Steve in the boathouse, and even though he doesn't want the kind of trouble that this might bring, he can't just leave him there. So, scared though he is, he takes Steve to the one person he trusts to always make everything better.

➤ untitled kas!eddie / steve WIP M | 5.3k | 1/? | tumblr: part 1 | post-canon, hurt/comfort, enemies steddie The extent of his brain injuries and the intensity of his migraines is something Steve has been keeping secret from everyone. When he goes to Kas to let him feed, however, the sudden blood loss gives him a migraine. Kas decides to take care of him.

one shots & ficlets under the cut (ao3) -> ao3 link in the tumblr fic post

🌷 fluff & floaty

floor time fic (ao3) Eddie POV, falling in love, fluff, neurodivergent steddie

eddie likes Good Words (ao3) Steve POV, stablished relationship, neurodivergent steddie, echolalia

rambly Steve in love Eddie POV, established relationship, love confession

soft insomniacs (ao3) Eddie POV, short trans Eddie, soft Steve, bickering, established relationship

3 am phone call (ao3) Steve POV, soft, pre-relationship

car ride in love Eddie POV, floaty, boys in love, Andante, Andante

stargazing Steve POV, floaty & soft, boys in love

sick fic Eddie POV, domestic fluff & silliness, steve is sick, eddie is in love

first kiss Eddie POV, floaty, boys in love

loving eddie munson (is a full body experience) (ao3) Steve POV, floaty, boys in love, introspection, love confessions

floaty steddie date hours Eddie POV, established relationship, date night, marriage proposals, softness, dancing in the rain

sick fic 2 (woollen bat hat) Eddie POV, sick!Steve, soft boyfriends in love, cuddling, Eddie reads Momo to Steve

🌷 yearning

✨yearning hours (a-side) (ao3) Eddie POV, heart-wrenching yearning, light imagery, (mis)communication, vulnerability, first kiss

✨yearning hours (b-side) (ao3) Steve POV, insecurity, trauma, darkness imagery, vulnerability, first kiss

✨yearning hours (bonus track) (ao3) Eddie POV, light imagery, vulnerability, getting together

summer nights were made for steve (ao3) Eddie POV, yearning, getting together, the stars are pretty but steve is prettier

✨yearning hours (hidden track) (ao3) Steve POV, floaty music, getting together, sudden love confession, pining, A Flock of Seagulls

✨ high yearning make-out fic (smutty) (ao3) Eddie POV, recreational drug use, dry humping, coming in pants, so much yearning, so much kissing, spicy six as friends

🌷 hurt/comfort

insomniac eddie & human weighted blanket steve Eddie POV, developing relationship, comfort

Eddie being inexperienced at relationships Eddie POV, established relationship, dramatic eddie, boys in love, cuddles

spiralling writer eddie Eddie POV, established relationship, comfort, emotionally intelligent steve

‘You’d be a great dad’ Eddie POV, established relationship, insecure Eddie, comfort

steve has seizures (ao3) Steve POV, angst, self-isolation, seizures, post-s3, found family, background steddie

nonverbal steve gets a hug (ao3) Steve POV, established steddie, nonverbal steve, caring eddie, touch starved steve

sensory overload steddie Steve POV, soft boys, building relationship, nonverbal steve, touch-averse eddie, floor time as the cure

🌷 angst & hurt/no comfort

spiralling steve Steve POV, traumatised steve, nonverbal steve, established steddie, eventual comfort

breakup Steve POV, steve is not okay, breaking up

My Boy Steve POV, major character death, post-s4, inspired by My Girl funeral scene

memory wipe musings Steve POV, post-canon, established relationship, breakup-ish

post-breakup steddie Steve POV, a follow-up for @steddieas-shegoes prompt-fill | years after breaking up with steve eddie writes him a letter and they talk, mentions of drug abuse and rehab, starting over, 2nd chances (it's hopeful but it's kinda really sad)

knightmærs Eddie POV, prince!steve, traitor!eddie, lovers to enemies who are still lovers but it's intrigue, brainwashing, torture, eddie whump, manipulation, open ending, violence & threats of death

🌷 smut(ish)

steve wants to hear eddie Eddie POV, established relationship, anal sex

sexytimes in a tent Steve POV, trying not to get caught, established relationship, hand jobs

sub!kas eddie (drabble) (tag for more) Steve POV, good boy kas, soft dom steve

school reunion sex Eddie POV, chubby!steve, dom-ish top steve, belly kink, light degradation kink, multiple orgasms, semi-public sex, reunion sex, good boy eddie

misc. & gen

steve and nancy finally have A Talk Steve POV, apologies, communicating like adults, making up, platonic stancy

steve and mike coming out to each other (ao3) Steve POV, bisexual lighting, established background steddie, mike & steve sibling relationship

why'd you jump? (ao3) conversation at the quarry, coming out (kinda), working through trauma together, steve & mike sibling relationship, big brother Steve | cw: could read as suicidal tendencies or intrusive thoughts

a study in grief: steve and mike talking about barb (ao3) Steve POV, Barb's death anniversary, Barb was Mike's friend, grief, mourning, big brother Steve, Mike character study

stobin arsonist tendencies (drabble) Steve POV, robin wants to burn down steve's car and house, fucked up platonic besties, neurodivergent swag

🌷 i'll try-verse (time travel au) oneshots

steve takes el to see her first meteor shower

el calls steve magic

eddie finds nonverbal steve

tina's party steddie hug

steve meets wayne

clarkson fics

meet-sweet | kids duty (ao3) clarkson origin post with @unclewaynemunson. Wayne POV, first meeting, slow burn, pre-relationship, soft

coursework, caffeine and cuddles (ao3) teacher student!steve, domestic fluff, established clarkson & steddie, found family

if i fell in love with you (ao3) Scott POV, soft, established relationship, domestic fluff, If I Fell

home. (ao3) Scott POV, comfort, floaty, established relationship, after-school car ride, domesticity

quiet. (ao3) Scott POV, hurt/comfort, domesticity, established relationship, wayne doesn’t like how quiet scott’s house gets

don’t let go (i won’t) (ao3) Scott POV, hurt/comfort, found family, post-s4, shared trauma, steddie, established relationship, wayne gets a bad flashback and scott calls steddie for help

ronance fics

snow angels for @thefreakandthehair's spicy six winter fic challenge, Nancy POV, pining, first kiss, getting together

yearning hours (ao3) Nancy POV, pining, yearning, realisations, pre-relationship, semi-floaty

#steddie #clarkson #flowercrowngods masterlist #masterlist #all my fics are just vibes tbh #there are some misc ficlets in the writing tag still but eh these are the ones i think are okay

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shywhumpauthor · 1 year

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Merry Whump of May—Day 4

“Two Birds, One Bullet”

Chess Pieces | Stubborn | Tower

Masterlist

Cw: overworking, exhaustion, self-deprecating thoughts, stress, injuries, mentioned threat of death/mass casualties.

Leader stood with their arms braced against the wood of the table, knuckles white as they held to the edge. Their forehead was creased with concentration, focus on the papers strewn out before them in a disorganized but comprehensible way dragging a line between their eyebrows.

They were alone in the office, meeting adjourned and vacated by their team. The buzz of the radiator, the soft clinking of the inner workings dragging to protect against the cold front only separated by a pane of thick glass. It was dark outside, the window fogged from the snow that fell, quickly and heavily, piling against the ground. The quilt of clouds draped across the sky was thick and unrelenting, sealing off the faint glow of moonlight across the atmosphere, leaving only a weighted darkness to settle over the trees.

It may have been a calm night. Leader could imagine how it would be, curled under a blanket on a soft couch in front of a warm hearth. A mug of either tea or hot chocolate perched between two calm hands, warming both fingers and chest with small sips. Curtains parted around a window, allowing for a view of the world outside, silent and peaceful as the night crept forwards.

With a feeling of helplessness so strong it felt like they were going to drown in it, Leader slammed their hands flat on the table, sweeping them to the side and sending all of the papers scattering across the room.

“Fuck,” Leader cursed, curled fists hitting the table with enough force to send little sparks jolting up their forearms. It felt like the walls were closing in on them, wrapping around their wrists and ankles, snaring their chest and dragging across their throat. They had to fucking figure it out, they had to or their entire team would be fucking dead. Hundreds of innocent people, citizens would lose their fucking lives, because Leader was too stupid to figure this out.

Pathetic. Stupid. Worthless.

Villain had laid out the perfect trail, dropped hints and snippets of information slyly, playing it off as a slip of the tongue or a mistake.

Villain didn’t make fucking mistakes. There had to be something here, something to go off of, but every piece fit perfectly into the puzzle, and that’s how they fucking knew. Villain wasn’t a puzzle, with clean cut edges and designated formations. They were a window, smashed open with a crowbar, exploding to thousands of pieces with no distinguishable traces. Couldn’t put them back together if they tried.

Leader couldn’t fucking try. They had to. Every moment they wasted falling for each of Villain’s meticulous details, was a moment longer for Villain to perfect their act. It was only a game to them, every day they waited, drawing out their plans just to watch Leader’s team scramble to find the end of the string.

“Leader,” a voice spoke softly, and Leader whipped around, knocking back against the table in their haste, a scrambled plan quickly calculating in their disoriented mind, ready to fend off an attack before they realized who their company was. Their heartbeat didn’t settle, throbbing hard enough they could feel it against their ribs, hear it in their ears.

“Leader, what happened? Are you alright?” Teammate stepped forwards from the doorframe. So lost in their thoughts, Leader hadn’t heard it open.

It took Leader a moment to compose themself enough to speak. When they did, their tone came out an aggressive snap.

“I’m working,” was all they said, sentence clipped short. When Teammate took another step towards them, Leader turned around and stepped to the side, gathering the discarded papers in their arms with no regard to how the paper crinkled and folded.

“No, Leader, this isn’t work. You’re still injured, you should be in bed, do you have any idea what time it is?”

From the way Teammate spoke, it was obvious that they themself had just woken up, dressed in sweats and a long sleeve that served as their nightclothes. Leader wore the uniform they had worn the day before, they didn’t have time to deal with something as trivial as changing. They couldn’t step away from this, or any sliver of progress they made would be lost.

“I don’t care. Go away, I need to focus.” Leader was aware how they sounded. They’re words as sharp as the knife they had met only a few days earlier. They didn’t even notice the ache in their side anymore, so buried under the stress that pain became a second nature. They dumped the papers back on the table and shuffled to get them organized once again in the haphazard order they had previously been in, but that was long lost.

They weren’t sure, looking back, if they should be glad or pissed that Teammate didn’t listen to them.

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Idk if I should make a taglist for this so ima leave it up to y’all. Lmk if you’d be interested in being tagged in this as I go through May lmao

@themerrywhumpofmay

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hebuiltfive · 2 months

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WIP WEDNESDAY !!!

I'm starting to think that my multi-chaptered fics I have planned/started posting will only be posted from here on out once all the story has been written. Writing and posting chapter to chapter has been super stressful, so to alleviate that it might be a while before I post any chapters to any of my longer stories. Sorry about that!

But for the time being, here's a little Gordon v Hood. This story has been my happy place, even if this short snippet is anything but happy. Mild warnings for implied whump; it's not described in detail in this segment but just a heads up!

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The figure by the window, a little less shadowy now Gordon's vision was starting to slowly clear, turned around. The loud scraping as Gordon tried and failed to stand had seemingly brought their attention back to him. The figure moved closer, taking the seat to Gordon's right. It didn't seem to matter if Gordon sat at the head of this kitchen table; the figure was to remain firmly in charge.

"Good. You're awake. I must remember to lower the dosage of that sedative. It's been terribly boring waiting for you to come back around."

Gordon knew that voice. It was a voice that haunted his dreams, more so now than ever after his accident. His eyes were still blurry but, after a couple of blinks, he could make out the shiny, bald head and the bright cat-like eyes. He could see the Hood leering and, while Gordon still couldn't remember exact details, he knew whatever situation he'd got himself into this time wasn't a good one.

#fic: second fiddle #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderfam #five fics #gordon tracy #the hood #implied whump

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kittlesandbugs · 21 days

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Fanfic Writer Questions

Tagged by @sidestepping & @askweisswolf, ty for thinking of me!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 62, but if you unstack the one shot compilations... 138ish? if I can math right.

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 119,010, and the bulk is FHR lol

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently Baldur's Gate 3 and Fallen Hero, previously TWC, Dragon Age, Mass Effect/Andromeda, Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic 2

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Gonna cheat a little and do one per fandom because this is heavily slated towards Mass Effect Andromeda just from age lol

Sleep it off - Mass Effect, Shepard/Aria T'Loak, Shep gets drunk at Purgatory and Aria babysits her

Little steps to the side - FHR, Chargestep/Argentstep/Chargentstep, currently 55? little one-shot fics, usually prompts, sometimes tiny ideas I get in my own head

Space snippets - Mass Effect Andromeda, Jaal/Ryder, a few prompt one-shots that picked up big steam when it finally went Explicit lol.

Bottles of Thedas - Dragon Age Inquisition, Solavellan, 20 short one-shots inspired by the collection of booze you can pick up off the ground throughout the game (minus the Warden mixes)

Business and Pleasure - Star Wars Knights of the Old Republic 2, Exile/Luxa, a re-write/better ending for Luxa gift fic for an exchange

5. Do you respond to comments? I am absolutely terrible at responding to comments because I see them in my inbox and I'm like oh yeah I'll reply to that later when I have time and then.... six months go by... the shame happens... I love every comment I get and I am so sorry alkdsfjoajsdfl

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Ehhhhhhhhhh most of my fics are in-between things, not really stand-alones on their own. Probably the one I milked the hardest for the ending of it specifically is Words not spoken (FHR, Chargestep, Ortega visits Riley's apartment post-Heartbreak)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Again.... in-between things... the Mass Effect Andromeda and TWC fics are largely feel good fluff, so most of them?

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not that I'm aware of, lol

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Typically fluffy and/or hurt/comfort character exploration, although sometimes I feel a need to go for a whump

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I haven't written a crossover since I was 13. I'm 37 now. I don't remember. It was pre-AO3 time for sure. XD

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I'm aware of.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but I've written fanfics to fanfics by @ellstersmash and @sidestepping because they're both so talented and I Felt The Compulsion

14. What's your all time favorite ship? Whatever I'm currently writing for, in this case... any combo of Chargentstep aaaaaaaaaaand Durgetash lol

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Me, staring at my endless folder of WIPs, some of which having not been touched in five years

16. What are your writing strengths? Character explorations, snappy dialogue, short and sweet and punchy

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Writing long-haul, we're here for a good time, not a long time

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Love it when other people do it! Very rarely do it myself!

19. First fandom you wrote for? Megaman X back in.................. 2000-ish? Very bad self-insert script fic lol

20. Favorite fic you've written? I think Time doesn't heal (FHR, Chargestep, all the Rangers and Riley experiencing the 3rd Heartbreak anniversary) is one of my biggest brain moments for writing fic, but Bottles of Thedas (mentioned above) has a special place in my heart for being the first and perhaps only large project I've finished.

Gonna taaaaaaaaaaaag... @astarien, @the-rebel-archivist, @gingerbreton, @rab-bitly, @catastrofriend

#meme #thank friend!!!#writers meme

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generic-whumperz · 9 months

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First Intro Post!

(Okay I feel like I’ll do a couple of these intro posts since I’m kinda all over the place atm and very frazzled- just got back from a three-week vacation.💀 I’ll do a proper intro post later, but rn I just wanna talk about my new oc!)

So I just learned of Picrew a couple days ago and have been messing around on it since. I found this character editor by @elena-illustration this and am obsessed! This is the closest I have gotten to what I think my oc actually looks like. His vibe is sad Greek statue (downturned features, olive skin, curly dark brown hair, strong jawline, with a Grecian nose) with central heterochromia (green-to-gray) and sanpaku eyes).

Can I start a list/chain/share (whatever it’s called?) of your oc’s/Whumpee’s?! I’d love to see what other people’s whumpees look like!

Greek God glory

After a fight, under the ownership of Whumper 1 (Frederik Finnegan, Fred for short).

OC overview: SX-B2217 (Seventeen/Seven for short) is a mysterious human/alien hybrid genetic experiment sold off to a WRU-type facility for a heafty price tag. Seven’s batch was created in The Lab™️ and grown in artificial wombs, then transferred to maturation chambers which accelerated their natural grown rates. These subjects were used for top secret experimentation and were not intended to ever be seen (or used) by the public.

But, (there’s always a ‘but’ isn’t there?) one of The Lab™️ workers made a backdoor deal with a WRU-adjacent facility since The Lab™️ needed funding and the facility was willing to dish out a substantial amount of money for these experimentations called “drones” (may change this name later on?) Drones were created and altered to be quiet, tolerant, docile, and malleable- an accidental perfect pet, but an intentional ideal lab rat. Drones listen to higher authority figures and have little to no sense of bodily autonomy. They are considered to be property though-and-though because they were never a “person beforehand,” do not have friends or families, were created from raw material for specific purposes in a laboratory, and don’t even have names other than their identification codes.

Additional to being a drone, SX-B2217 possesses some strange, mostly invisible abilities that he keeps hidden from Lab™️ and facility workers. However, when shopping for his first pet, Whumper 1 (Fred) picks Seven out of a line-up of freshly shipped in drones because he can sense a great power within Seven that Fred believes he can use to his advantage. Seven is a spooky boi and often seems to be in some sort of trance and can sleep with his eyes open. He’s mute, but seems to be able to subtly communicate non-verbally and react to things before they happen. Over their years together, Fred notices many unusual things about Seven that he can’t quite explain but keeps to himself. Fred is both intrigued and scared of Seven, but they develop a mutual understanding.

Inspired by his family’s famed prize-winning race horses and his love for boxing, Fred buys Seven to use for fighting as he starts an underground pet-fighting ring where people place bets on fights for outrageous sums of money. After several months of training, Seven becomes the best fighter, is ultimately unbeatable, and quickly becomes Fred’s pride and joy and his #1 cash cow. Because of this, Fred does not treat Seven like a “normal pet” which causes issues with other owners/Whumpers. Fred and Seven have a very strange dynamic that will be explored in flashbacks as I begin writing this series because it actually takes place when Caretaker rescued Seven from Whumper 2!

*This was just a background snippet, I will be sharing more down the road, I just wanted to give a little backstory to Seven’s portrait!

P.S. I’m brand new to whump and sharing this was terrifying!

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dangerpronebuddie · 28 days

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so I love all of these WIPs, you're doing an amazing job!! could u tell me more about WIP 1-3? I literally wanna read all of them but let's start somewhere 🤭

Hey dear 🥰🩷 Thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying them!

1. Eddie is a gremlin and makes it everyone's problem.

I've answered for this one a few times, but I am more than happy to tell you a little bit more. Eddie's sass has managed to keep him sorta out of trouble so far, but it's bound to backfire eventually right? The bar fight fic was supposed to take a week or so, but... with like 30 other ideas bouncing in my head like the DVD logo, it's been pushed to the back burner. If I share a new snippet, I'll probably have the entire fic on here, so I'll give you one I've already posted, that happens to be my favorite part of the fic!:

Eddie looked up from the floor, an ice pack pressed to his eye, and winced at Athena’s unimpressed expression.

“Alright. Who started it?” she asked, resting her hands on her belt.

Like a line of dominoes starting with Bobby, the entire team turned their bruised heads towards Eddie, who grimaced and shrank away from their glares.

“Really, Eddie?” Athena asked.

“In my defense, it was in Hen's defense,” he reasoned.

“You cannot blame all this on me, Edmundo,” Hen drawled.

“It's true,” he persisted, turning his pleading eyes on her. She simply rolled her eyes. He turned back to Athena. “One of the guys in there insulted her. I was already kinda miffed ‘cause my patient took a swing at me, so I tried to calm him down.”

“Calling him a repressed boomer isn't exactly the way to go,” Chim piped up, his voice still nasally. Eddie was surprised the dude didn't break Chim's nose.

Buck snorted a laugh, the traitor.

2. Welcome home cheater (brand new wip)

Jealous Buck my beloved! I'm hoping to get this short and silly piece out before Thursday, but... Ya never know! I'm hoping to incorporate all the 7x04 stills in some capacity, at least the ones involving Tommy, but we'll see how it goes! Have something I just wrote:

"Evan," Maddie said, "you didn't mean to hurt him, did you?"

"Not Eddie," Buck said in a quiet voice.

"Oh." Maddie drew out the word as she nodded. "You were aiming for Tommy."

Buck grimaced.

"If you explain what really happened, I-"

"I can't do that," Buck protested.

"Why not?"

"Because if I tell him I was aiming for Tommy, he's gonna want to know why. And I can't tell him without telling him," Buck explained.

"Maybe you should tell him," she suggested.

"Are you out of your mind?" Buck balked.

3. Eddie has a burn on his arm, bruises on his skin, and a target on his back.

Slight Air and Purging Fire, my baby 🥰. The amount of Eddie whump in this fic surprised even me 😅. I regret nothing. It's pretty much complete, but I have a few scenes I need to move around and tweak some more. For you, here's a little snippet:

They rolled to a stop and Buck leapt out of the cab, sprinting around the side of the building. Eddie lay crumpled on the ground, blood oozing from a gash on his forehead. His eyes were closed and his breathing was ragged.

“Eddie,” Buck gasped out, dropping to his knees beside him. He pressed his fingers to Eddie's pulse. Thready, but there! “Eddie, baby, wake up,” he pleaded, carding his fingers through his hair.

Ask about my wips!

#911 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buddie #911 abc #911 spoilers #fanfic #my writing #tag game

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tss-whumper · 4 months

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*materializes into existence*

Hi :D

Inspired by your whump tss fics!

Anyway, mayhaps an idea: Whumpee is very distrustful of everyone, even after being rescued. The only person who can come close to them without them getting very tense is Caretaker. The rest of the team is... well, unsure about Whumpee at this point. Someone says something that sounds a little too much like Whumper (accidental trigger), and Caretaker is the only one who can calm Whumpee down.

Do with that what ya will.

Have fun :D

hi!! thank you so much for the support, this is an amazing idea! i think i'm going to do my heroes and villains au for this one, it's a really good fit for this particular prompt, plus, father figure janus has my WHOLE HEART he's the best caretaker.

this fic features whumpee roman, caretaker janus, and mentions of whumper patton! also, logan and virgil are there but they aren't really anything they're just chillin'. logan is just trying his best.

also the beginning kinda just offers some general exposition to the au and the dynamics so it's just short little snippets of life before the big angst bomb comes raining down.

(cw -> past parental abuse, flashbacks, panic attacks, brief physical violence)

Roman wasn't a violent dog.

But he knew why he bit.

Every night, he saw the face of his uncle, the man who raised him, the man who taught him everything about the world. And he shivered, because while he never wanted to see Patton again, he also wanted nothing more than to be enveloped in his arms one more time.

When he looked in the mirror, Roman wanted to erase himself and start over from the beginning. Permanent scars that were never going away, endless reminders of what a failure he had been. His gauntlet was the only part of him that was pristine, and even that was so out of his reach.

Janus told him that it was Patton's fault that he didn't know how to use his powers, but Roman just couldn't believe it. He was a superhero. He had to know how to use his powers no matter what. Being a kid was no excuse. Being young and impressionable was no excuse. Being starved and beaten and tortured every time he made the smallest mistake was still not an excuse.

Roman was a hero. He had to be better.

"Virgil, come on, how many times do I have to remind you to wipe your feet before walking in?" Logan groaned, "We're guests in this house, we should not be dirtying it."

"Sorry, Pa," Virgil mumbled, "I'll clean it up."

"Thank you," Logan said, "And have half a mind not to do it again."

Roman, who was seated on the couch as this argument occurred, squeezed his eyes shut steeling himself as he waited for the slap. Or the hit. Or a cry of pain from Virgil. But seconds passed, and there was no sound except for the spray cleaner and scrubbing the floor. The mess took all of ten seconds to clean up, if that. Roman didn't understand. When he was under punishment with Patton and had to clean floors, it felt like it took much longer.

Roman's face was wet with tears, but he found himself feeling scarily numb as he sat in Janus' lap, fiddling with the gemstone necklaces held loosely around his neck with common kitchen twine.

"Ro...we really need to do something about these nightmares," Janus murmured, nothing but warmth in his voice and body. Roman almost felt safe in his arms. "It's not healthy for a kid your age to be waking up screaming every night."

"I'm sorry, sir," Roman said flatly, still trapped in a hellish haze, "I'll be better. I'll do anything you want, just spare me. Please."

Janus could feel his heart shatter in two. He hugged the teenager close, starting to pet his hair gently.

"Oh, baby..." Janus whispered, "What on Earth are we gonna do with you...?"

"If you hate me so much, maybe you should just put me back where I came from! You didn't have to adopt me, you could have just gotten a perfect kid instead!"

It was rare for Virgil to shout, so when Roman heard it, he was shaken immediately. Out of pure self preservation, he hid himself in the blanket he had been wearing. When Logan and Virgil argued, it was difficult, and it was messy. They were both headstrong people, which often led to butting heads more than either of them, or the two people they lived with, liked.

"Virgil, don't be ridiculous, I don't hate you!" Logan retaliated, "I just want you to stop closing yourself off, it's useless to try and handle everything in the world by yourself! You're just a child, when will you get that through your head??"

"Maybe I will once you stop micromanaging me like I'm five years old!" Virgil yelled, "I'm not a baby anymore, Pa, I don't need you hovering over my shoulder! Do you know how hard it is to be known as the tattletale at school?? Do you even care?? No, you don't, because all you care about is making yourself feel helpful!"

"I could strangle you right now!"

"Fine! Do it, see if I care!"

Virgil stormed off, slamming the door to his room, causing Roman to tremble where he sat. Oh, boy. Virgil was going to get it now. Roman waited for Logan to roar, to scream at Virgil to open the door before he regretted ever raising his voice at him. The thought made Roman so nervous. Virgil was injured already. He couldn't handle being strangled too. He just couldn't.

So Roman did the heroic thing: he stepped in.

Before Logan could take another step towards Virgil's room, Roman rushed in front of him.

"Virgil didn't mean it, Virgil didn't mean that!" he insisted, his words spilling over each other.

"Were you listening in to our conversation?" Logan sputtered, his face turning a bit red, "Wh- why would you do that? That was between me and Virgil, it has nothing to do with you!"

Logan side-stepped Roman, coming closer to Virgil's room. In a panic, Roman lunged at Logan, hoping to protect Virgil from any sort of wrath.

"Get off me!" Logan exclaimed, "Roman, what are you doing??"

"Stay away from him!" Roman begged as he punched and kicked blindly, thinking of nothing except weakening Logan, protecting Virgil. Weakening Logan, protecting Virgil. It was his responsibility. "He's still healing!"

"Roman, stop!" Logan pleaded, "Please, stop it, you're hurting me!"

Roman was much younger than Logan. But he wasn't that much weaker. He was a young hero, having trained his entire life to fight people, while Logan was just a civilian. No superpowers, no training. He was a bit fragile, in fact. So it wasn't a surprise that Roman was "winning" this exchange, but the child was too blinded by panic to realize this.

"Don't touch Virgil!" Roman begged, "Don't, please, he can't handle it! He can't handle that, he's good, he's good, he'll be good!"

"Janus!" Logan started to scream, thrashing to get away from Roman, "Janus, help me!"

And just then, Roman's entire world seemed to stop.

Logan's begging and crying for help sounded so much like his own. The way his words would bounce against the wall, hitting nobody as he was forced to endure hours of torture in solitary confinement, no sound to keep him company except for his own fruitless pleading. Logan already sounded so defeated. He sounded like he was ready to die. Just like Roman had been all those times before.

Roman's breathing grew shallow and stuttered, and the second he loosened his grip, Logan scrambled out of Roman's arms, shoving him hard. As Janus raced into the room, he saw his child hyperventilating, and Logan with a scratched up face and broken glasses.

"What- what on Earth happened here?" Janus demanded, "Logan, what did you do??"

"What did I do?" Logan repeated, "Why are you asking me that?? Roman's the one that attacked me, he tried to kill me!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry- I'm sorry-!" Roman whispered, starting to grip his own hair as he curled in on himself.

"He's a little monster!"

Roman's shallow breathing turned into desperate gasps as he wheezed irregularly, his chest rising and falling largely.

"There's ice in the freezer, I'm so sorry, Lo. I'm so sorry. I should have warned you- I'll pay for your glasses."

"No need," Logan said coldly, "I need some space, if you don't mind. I'm getting tired of being attacked from all sides."

Janus opened his mouth to say something to Logan as the angry man left, but he was distracted by the sound of Roman's fight for air. When Janus looked over, the child had tears streaming down his face, his eyes large and wild, as if he was a wounded animal.

"Darling...come here," Janus whispered sitting on the floor in front of Roman and starting to pull him close.

"No, please," Roman whispered, "Please don't hurt me. I'm sorry- I didn't mean to- I- I-"

"Shh...shh, Roman, don't speak," Janus murmured, hugging Roman gently. "Breathe. I understand. I understand you. I do."

Janus saw so much of himself in those terrified brown eyes. Roman just wanted to protect somebody, and it had gone way too far. What was the poor kid to do? Of course, he had to apologize to Logan. But that would have to be at another time.

Roman shuddered, and before he could overthink anymore, he threw himself into Janus' arms, sobbing vehemently into his shoulder. Guilt washed over him like waves, and he almost wished that Patton was around to punish him. It was what he deserved for attacking somebody weaker than him. In that regard, was Roman really any different from Patton?

"I'm bad," Roman mumbled, "I'm bad, I'm a villain- I'm horrible-..."

"Shh," Janus repeated, rubbing gentle circles onto Roman's back, "Shh, darling. You're not bad. You're not a villain. You're a child. You're a child who's scared. Let yourself be scared. I'm here for you. I'm going to protect you, sweet thing. I promise."

"But what about Logan?" Roman asked, staring up at Janus with tear-stained cheeks and round eyes that broke Janus' heart.

"Logan will be okay, darling," Janus reassured, "He will be. I'm going to help him, and I'll take him to the doctor's, and I'll make sure he's doing okay. He'll understand. He will. He's got to."

"I don't know why I did that," Roman whimpered, "I don't know why I kept going, I could have stopped, he cried for help, I could have stopped!"

"I know, baby, I know," Janus soothed, "I know how it feels. I know. You made a mistake. You messed up. But you're not in trouble. You're not going to get hurt because you hurt someone else. What's the use of that? Then, everybody is hurt, and nobody is happy. Does that make sense?

"I- I- I guess so," Roman whispered, "But- Logan hates me. He hates me now, he hates me, he thinks I'm a monster-"

"He does not think that," Janus said calmly, "He was speaking while he was angry. Think about it. Do you say what you mean when you're angry? Does anybody?"

Roman shuddered. Patton did. But he didn't say so.

"It'll be okay, sweetie," Janus reassured, continuing to hold Roman as he rocked the teenager gently on the carpeted floor. "It's okay."

Janus used to be a violent dog too.

He understood why Roman bit.

#sanders sides #tss #thomas sanders #whump writing #whump community #roman sanders #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fic #tss roman #janus sanders #tss janus #sympathetic janus #tss whumper writing #tss whumper requests #tss heroes and villains au #caretaker janus #whumpee roman #whumper patton

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ginoeh · 3 months

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WIP Tag Game

Tagged by @tharkuun , thank you friend!

RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Some of these have been marinating in that folder untouched for nearly a year now - oops.

To Catch a Dream

Liminal Spaces

Destruction!Hob

7 centuries, 7 siblings

SoM AU but Hob whump

Archer!Hob medieval smut

How Orpheus Got His Lyre And Other Assorted Short Stories

5 stories Lucienne read

Dream's Coat (TM)

The Cold Beyond the Stars

Walking with Death

As you can see, my file-naming ability varies greatly lol

I think everyone's done this already... I'm tagging @immacaria , @lenreli , @teejaystumbles , @xenomorphic-warrior if you want to?

#ginoeh writes #wip tag game

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wastemanjohn · 6 months

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To here knows when! If i could inject your writing into my veins i would

aww thank you!!

@setyourfireonme and @lovetransaction also asked about this one but you asked first so i'll respond to this ask

so the fic is essentially my masturbatory headcanon about what would happen to john in hell, and especially what would happen to john in hell if his sons were his daughters. basically very badly injured john stuck in an isolated ex holiday cabin with a suffocating and increasingly unhinged deanna and his mute, severely disturbed babygirl sammy who may or may not be the antichrist. all of john's worst nightmares and failures in life being used figuratively and literally against him every day in four suffocating walls. yes there's incest. and the john whump is... strong. it's my first real attempt at writing horror i guess. and i find the idea of psychological torture in hell way more compelling than guts being ripped out or something (although there's going to be gore there's already gore and I'm 5k in lol so ripped out guts are likely going to happen at some point)

it's going to be a longer project but still in the very early stages atm. here's a snippet - it's not a very exciting snippet but it's the only consistently coherent few paragraphs i have so it's what you're getting lol.

The sky feels a little too close out here. This morning it’s a sort of anemic pink as the sun breaks. John always knows what the sun breaking looks like, because he’s always awake for it. Sometimes he thinks those colors look a little off, kind of like an artist’s impression, if the artist didn’t quite have the right palette - but it’s probably the concussion messing with his eyesight. Or the fact that he still can’t fucking sleep properly.

There’s a crick in his back from the futon, which he can’t alleviate without moving. He has to psych himself up to move at all, between the bad-itch soreness of his sewn up abdomen and the strange feeling in his right thigh, the weird hyper awareness he has of the exact point where his femur has been nailed back together. He can feel the grinding mismatch of his broken ribs with every breath he takes.

He feels helpless and useless. He feels like screaming.

His grip on time is flimsy. Months. They said he’d be a useless sack of invalid shit for a few months.

So far, it’s probably been closer to a week. John closes his eyes, with all the optimism of a man desperate for a break, and drifts into half-asleep dream-memories of walking in on Mary trying on her wedding dress.

He comes around to the sound of Deanna in the kitchenette, padding around lightly, trying and failing to be quiet with the rattle of sorting out his morning pills. The amber vials lined up on the counter, dishing them out with all the diligence of a nurse. She’s wearing a ratty old t-shirt of John’s that comes down to her thighs, drowns her deceptively small frame. Her faded gray shorts peek out underneath. There’s already something sizzling on the stove. Her hair is wild in the mornings, just like her mother’s used to be; and then John has to look away, because from the back she just could be, and sometimes he can’t tolerate the resemblance.

#asks #wip game #this is a mess lmao

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rosalind-hawkins · 2 months

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What I'm About

Hi there, hello, I'm Rose and I'm mainly here to reblog fanart/shitposts, talk about my ships, and post about my fanfiction. I've limited this blog to my primary fixation (Yugioh DM) but you might rarely see me reblog something for another fandom. I'm a multishipper, find my ship list HERE.

Have I mentioned that I'm head writer and co-designer of an in-progress indie game? Check out some of the characters at @songsofthaiya now! If you like what you see, give the blog a follow.

And hey, if anybody wants to trade art for a fic, I am always open for that! Just hmu! Slide into my DMs, don't feel shy! I love writing other people's rare pairs!

I've attached my main tags to this post for easy searching, and I'll explain them all below (including primary fanfics). Underlined titles are AO3 links.

Rose Talks

Random personal posts, or just general thoughts about things and also stuff.

Adventures in Autocorrect

My phone's autocorrect is the dumbest in the world. This is me sharing some of the worst examples. Have a little giggle, mates.

Musings / Headcanon

The tags for when I'm just talking about characters, headcanons, theories, or just commenting on odd canon details.

My Writing

A tag used on any of my posts where I share fanfic previews, chapter/fic updates, or chats about my writing. Sub/related tags: snippet, fanfic preview, deleted scenes, my fanfiction, fanfic update.

Scaleverse AU

My newest Puppyshipping series. Complete with part-dragon Joey, Kaiba seeking redemption, the awkwardness of a first relationship, and learning what love really means. Also kinky dragon smut. Only one fic so far, but I've got eight more planned. Uses the "skin to scales" tag for more casual posting and mini updates and "Scaleverse AU" for all the serious/major stuff.

Rock Bottom AU

A series I started in 2016, abandoned for six years because writers block, and have returned to. I'm working on rewriting the earliest bits to make them better and less cringe. I use this tag for the chapter updates, commissioned art, or just things that really remind me of the AU.

In short, it's an AU where I fixed Ryou's family, gave Seto the Millennium Rod (w/ Priest Seth in it), and made everything else ten times worse. If you like angst, whump, and dark themes, you might enjoy it. I'm going through all six Yugioh anime seasons, currently on Season Three. Please ask me about it, it's my magnum opus. 🙏 But it's over 200k words currently and not everyone's taste, and that's fine. If it is a fic that you read and enjoy, though, I would love love love to chat. ❤️

Power of Three (fic)

My Mumbleshipping longfic (also started in 2016, same deal as Rock Bottom). Dedicated to one of my favorite rare pairs (Seto Kaiba x Duke Devlin x Ryou Bakura), it's a little bit of a sandbox and a slow-burn and a soap opera all in one, but unlike Rock Bottom, things only get slightly worse before they get better. 😜 Features a very angsty Kaiba (apparently I don't know how to write any other kind), a Duke that's got his shit together, and a Ryou that's learning to heal and just be happy. ❤️

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mojowitchcraft · 11 months

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✨WIP WEEKEND✨

tagged by @phoeniceae and giggling at how gd bossy these rules are

RULES

Post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post.

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in or just post.

WIPS

Billy Thing

Tommy Whump

We Part To Meet Again - Steddie Week Day 2

Frat Boy Steve (with ao3 script)

9) Power To Charm

SNIPPET

Eddie has to hold in his laughter as he pulls on Steve’s Scoops Ahoy uniform, he can’t wait to see the look on his boyfriend’s face when he walks into the living room wearing the ridiculous outfit. He appraises himself in the mirror—not too shabby—he definitely doesn’t fill it out as well as Steve does, but he doesn’t look half bad in it. Eddie scrunches his wet curls in his towel once more before he jams the hat on his head, it’s definitely the worst part but it completes the look. Eddie struts down the hallway, “Yoo hoo! Sailor boy!” he calls out as he rounds the corner into the living room. Steve sits in shock, mouth agape as he looks Eddie up and down. “I see you found my uniform,” says Steve, lips shifting into a cocky smirk, “told you it wouldn’t look half as good on you as it does on me.” “Hey!” Eddie protests, “I look amazing and you know it, you just don’t want to admit that the uniform is doing it for you!” “Hmmm, I dunno…” Steve trails off before crooking his finger and spreading his legs open like an invitation. “Let me see it up close.” Eddie grins, stepping in between Steve’s legs and looking down at him demurely, “like what you see Captain?” “I think I need to do a thorough inspection Sailor, turn around,” Steve says, that infuriating smirk is still on his face but his eyes have turned predatory. “So bossy,” Eddie mutters as he turns around, glancing over his shoulder. He’s not self-conscious about his ass normally, but Steve’s plum little peach of an ass fills out these shorts so nicely, he knows his butt simply cannot compete. His lack of an ass doesn’t seem to be bothering Steve though, because before Eddie knows it Steve’s hands are gripping his hips, thumbs pressing into the top of his ass. “Tsk, tsk, we appear to have a uniform violation sailor,” says Steve, voice gravely. “You’re not wearing your regulation briefs.” “How could you possibly kno—oh!” Eddie starts, cut off by Steve’s thumbs pulling open a rip in the back of the shorts that Eddie was not aware of when he pulled them on.

From "Power To Charm" AKA Night Drives Part 9!!

Catch up on the series here.

Tagging @mixsethaddams @eddywoww @jesskier @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @justcourbeau and whoever else wants to partake!

#steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steve x eddie #steddie fic rec #stranger things fic rec #weird witchcraft ao3 #steddie wip rec #scoops ahoy #scoops steve #doing unspeakable things in the scoops ahoy uniform #scoops era Steddie #night drives series #mojowitchcraft wips #stranger things

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surplus-of-sarcasm · 1 year

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do you have a masterlist?

Ps.Love your writing!!

Thank you anon!!! ❤❤Now, I didn't have a masterlist until now, but here ya go.

Edit: I fixed it because I've finally got the hang of hyperlinks. This is everything I ever wrote here and I might update it every once in a while.

Note: The prompts don't all have the titles I wrote here, they're titled after numbers, the titles here are just based on themes.

P.S: You guys can use anything I've tagged as a prompt, as in continue it even if I've done a continuation, write smth based on it or a prompt fill for my short prompts. Please just tag me if you do! But the fragments of my story are NOT for use in anyway. Anything tagged as 'NOT A PROMPT' shouldn't be used please. I love reblogs sm, but NO reposts please!

Surplus If Sarcasm's Writing Masterpost

Main Taglist

Here

Prompts W/Superpowers

Mind Reading (Emotional angst)

Mind Reading Pt.2 (comfort in a way)

Wind + Geokinesis (Emotional angst mostly, a little comfort)

Fire vs. Ice (humour, found family)

Lightning + Shape-shifting (dark(er) humour)

Captured (angst, mysterious-ish)

Flying +W/ Powers x Powerless (humour, fight scene)

Difficult Past/Present (Angst)

Parents? (emotional angst, a little comfort)

When They Don't Care (humour and angst somehow)

Never Enough (family angst w/some comfort)

Sequel to Never Enough (more family angst w/some comfort

Together (mysterious, a little bit of whump, implied comfort)

Stars in a Pitch Black Sky (angst then sweet fluff)

Light after Dark (slightly whumpy angst that ends in romance)

Misunderstandings (ah yes, another angsty fic that ends in romance, f/m)

Second Chance (rich hero x poor villain)

How Many Lies on the Road to Truth? (mysterious, moral greyness, a hint of romance)

How Many Lies on the Road to Truth, Part 2

How Many Lies on the Road to Truth, Part 3

Maybe Romantic

Touch-starved (married hero x villain)

Dance with me? (not actually me, the characters, lol)

Yes, I Even Made This One Angsty

When It Gets Too Much

When It Gets Too Much Pt.2

Speechless (Cocky hero x flustered villain)

Turning Tables (Flirty villain x even flirtier hero)

Tied Together (Married hero x villain again)

Romance Your Demons

Somewhere Beyond the Ashes (angsty at first, f/m)

Intoxicating Love (villain gets hero drunk)

Love & Blood (Vampire hero x human villain, f/m)

Reborn (Vampire villain x human hero, pretty flirty)

Bloody Love Letter (f!villain /m!civilian, flirty, confession)

Why Do You Hesitate? (f!hero/m!villain, slightly angsty but sweet confession fic)

I Messed Around with Whump

Mystery

Now with a Vampire (dw, they don't sparkle)

Supervillains Are the Worst

Supervillains Still Suck (the previous one's Sequel)

Change

Change Pt.2

Change Pt.3

Change Pt.4

Loss

Loss Pt.2

Reluctance

Revenge (what it says on the label, not a prompt!)

Relentless (Team Leader whump)

Poisoned Honey (Yandere supervillain x hero darling)

Reversed Power (Villain x civilian)

Under His Wing (Found family, grumpy villain accidentally gets a surrogate younger brother)

Burning Up (sickfic, f/m)

Rescue of Convenience (Morally grey vigilante rescues beat-up villain with the craziest trust issues)

Rescue of Convenience Part 2

Your Rather Irritating Frenemy (Fluff & humour)

Why Are You Here?

Let's End All Essays

Tired?

New Year's

Someone Close By

Fragments of a Book Series I'm NOT Running Away From (No)

Heart In My Teeth (Angst, fear)

Thunderstorms (Fluffy-ish)

I Do Not Believe in Giving Up (Angsty fight scene)

I Do Not Believe in Giving Up, Part 2 (manipulative hero lies to survive x villain)

Reverie (Angsty, mental health stuff)

Liar (posted from my non-writing sideblog, don't ask why)

Why I Hide

Last Line Tag (technically snippet)

Short Prompts

Death or Lack Thereof

Short-circuiting

Espressos and Destruction

Ambiguity

You (rich villain x tired hero)

In the Shadows (Mystery, loneliness)

Ruin

Alliance of Convenience (fake dating, scary hero, flirtationssss???)

Love with All the Stakes

More Truth than Lie

For me, mon amour?

Even Stone Can Change

The World Will Be Ours (villain x villain)

Prompt Fills

When Only Shadows Remain (sneak peak at an h x v series I plan to write)

Not Always Vengeance (Whumpy, but mostly angsty, rescue)

Not Hero X Villain Masterlist

An Ungodly Amount of Starters I Just Made Up Now

Angsty

"So it was all a lie?"

"Sorry? If you kill someone, does saying sorry to their corpse bring them back?"

"I'm used to being walked out on. What difference does it make if one more person does it?"

"Well, I'm sorry that I didn't put you first for ONCE in my life!"

"You say 'love' but do you even know what that word means?"

Fluffy

"You, me, movie marathon. And no, that is not a question."

"I don't think it's fair that anyone gets to be that cute, to the point that they can get away with all sorts of crap!"

"If you won't take care of yourself, I will!"

"How could someone see you, and just resist cuddling you?"

"This is nice and all, but I need to go to the bathroom. So, can you please get off my lap? Please?"

Goofy Villain

"Can you please die faster?"

"Do I look like a guy with a plan?"

"No, you look like an idiot without one. And yes, I know you're quoting Dark Knight."

"Now, I'd narrate my tragic backstory to you, but I'm too lazy."

"Yeah, and what are you going to defeat me with? The power of friendship?"

"I'd really do the 'join me and we could be great speech', but you're an annoying, little brat so I'm just gonna go back to trying to kill you, hm?"

Confession starters

"I'm no good with the, ya know, emotional stuff. But I don't want to imagine a world where you don't exist in my life. I love you."

"The way I love you is how fire loves destruction and how a drowning person loves a lifeline. Ths greatest poet on Earth could not string together enough words to describe the feelings I have for you."

"Here goes. Every. Single. Thing. I love you."

"Goddamn it, I love you!"

"I want you to be mine, if you would agree to let me be yours."

#the little gremlin answers #i fixed it!!#sorry y'all #writers on tumblr #female writers #masterpost #natalia's writing

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shywhumpauthor · 9 months

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I sorta wanna see Noah piss off Declan before he's discovered. Like would he be punished with something annoying like a bunch of paperwork or would it be more physical.

Maybe six months into him working for Declan? Short and sweet little snippet. Thanks for the ask!

Surveillance Masterlist

Sincere

Cw: workplace abuse, manipulative/powerful whumper, spy whumpee, I don’t know forced to work as a punishment?

“I… I apologize, sir. It won’t happen again,” Noah breathed, trying to calm the anxiety beating in his chest, fight down the heat that crept up his neck.

“It better not.”

The man’s cold voice cut through the air like a blade, smooth and silent as it slit across Noah’s neck. He could almost feel himself choking, a swell of fear rising in his throat.

He didn’t know. He didn’t know. Noah repeated in his mind as he lowered his head, clasping his hands behind him to keep them from shaking. He didn’t know. This wasn’t what this was about. Noah tried to fight the panic that inflated in his chest like a balloon, a rush of hot air cramming into his chest cavity and snatching away his breath. Declan didn’t fucking know. This was about paperwork.

An honest mistake, really. Not intentional sabotage like Noah had once dreamed about—but really, an accident. An accident that cost Declan an entire day’s profit from product and set the current chain of progress back almost a week, but it was an accident. Anyone could have done it.

But it hadn’t been anyone. It had been him. Two days after he’d been promoted from floor manufacturing to office work. Organizing records, transferring the physical files composed during the days to digital accesses on the compound’s server. He had messed up a few number, typed a few wrong letters, and everything from the past day and a half had to be unwound. Mechanics disassembled, each individual piece tested for fractures or imperfections. The floor production would have to stop, a dead halt until every last piece was taken apart, examined, and reassembled. It would take days, both he and Declan knew that.

The man behind the desk was quiet. An odd calm to his posture that almost hid the barely restrained tension twitching beneath his skin. He was pissed. Noah didn’t know if he’d ever seen Declan that mad.

“You are to go back to the floor. You will work with the production team until every last mistake is corrected. I don’t care if your fingers split open, you will go down and stay there until it’s done. Straight. No meal breaks, no sleep. A guard will accompany and monitor you to ensure you don’t fuck it up again.”

His words were level, a hand raising to pinch the bridge of his nose, as if this were giving him a migraine.

“Yes sir,” Noah responded quietly, keeping his gaze respectfully on the floor, the point where the leg of Declan’s desk met the solid wood.

A moment of silence passed, heavy and tense before Declan’s eyes snapped back up to him, hand falling to the folder open on his desk.

“Go.”

Noah was out the door before he could give the man a chance to reconsider the consequences. A small part of him, buried deep in his chest, concealed by the thick layers of the facade he held each day, felt like smirking. So what if he had to work days straight. He could handle that. He’d fucked up, ruined an entire days worth of production. Hindered profit. Slowed the time until the next demonstration.

It wouldn’t do much in the long run, Noah knew, biting the inside of his lip as he made his way out of the north wing. But today it was a victory. A single shot hitting its mark while a war raged around it. A stray bullet that just so happened to bury in the right chest.

Declan still didn’t know. He would take any small victory he could get.

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If anyone has any situational requests for Noah…? Please?

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