So it has come to my attention (and has really always been a known problem since I’m a disorganized mess) that my Masterpost is a little hard to follow so I’ve made a GoogleDoc where the links will be stored and updated as I go.
This universe includes: Markus/Lucien Series; the Alec Series; and @0idril0‘s Nico Series.
Please see the link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/15Do9FzYPH01y2MyXmm0ehwY64PN68y8UK3pc6pq9lzw/edit
Whumpee was awake.
They didn’t know when they woke up, but they were awake.
They hurt.
Tremors echoed from their head to their toes as Whumpee pushed themselves up onto their elbows. A fire burned under their skin, and their head was pounding. Something bad had happened to them. Something they couldn’t remember.
A hand filled Whumpee’s vision. The palm was cold as it pressed against Whumpee’s forehead. It felt nice until it began to push.
“Lay down. Go back to sleep.”
The voice sounded tired. Whumpee was tired. They should go back to sleep. Yeah. Sleeping was a good idea.
listen i know exhaustion/insomnia is common and it's also delicious but just hear me out ok?
whumpee who, even after getting out, can't stay awake for more than 15 minutes. even when they are awake, they're tired and drowsy.
and it's so *frustrating* for everyone involved. caretaker leaves them alone for five minutes and they're back asleep. at the table, on the couch, even on the floor, and it takes time and effort to get them awake enough to do anything, and they're likely to be asleep soon again anyway.
it's hard to get anything meaningful done towards recovery because whumpee is just so tired. maybe they're endlessly frustrated that they can't just stay awake, or maybe they use it as a coping mechanism. being awake is too cold and loud and busy, so they'll try to just sleep the world away.
it's hard to have meaningful conversations with them. caretaker and teammates struggle to try and reconnect with whumpee because they're just always asleep. and it's frustrating because whumpee is *trying* to stay awake, or maybe they're not.
caffeine just prevents the sleeping part without really fixing the waking part. they can't sleep but they're still too tired to do anything.
just imagine..
I think older Whumpees are so cool. Not the stoic, jaded type, but the type where if they break down crying instead of garnering sympathy like younger Whumpees they just end up making everything tense. Teammates exchange awkward glances and some can't help but whisper to each other about how bizarre and unpleasant it is to see a grown adult in shambles. At their age they should know bette. Maybe Whumpee even gets told to toughen up. What happened was ages and ages ago, why couldn't they have healed from it? Maybe older Whumpee once had the same sympathy younger Whumpees were able to elicit, but as it became clear to see they couldn't heal or be what they used to that care and respect ran out.
With barely any use left to them, older Whumpee is left to fend for themselves. They tend to their own wounds and wipe their own tears away while seeing younger Whumpees grow and heal, wishing they could do the same.
Idk what the hell happened but if I don’t stop getting 10 spam bots following me a day I’m going to delete this whole thing
Thinking about how I would write an adult Scooby-Doo series, because I think it can be done.
The first thing I’d do is make the characters actually be adults. Still young, but adults, in the mid to late 20s range. Mystery Inc. is a private detective type business that they run together. In this universe, the supernatural/ghosts/etc are real, but not necessarily common, so when they take on a case, the culprit might be a person disguised as a monster, or it might actually be a real ghost. The stakes can be higher; sometimes a bad guy is legitimately trying to kill them. Sometimes the mystery they’re trying to solve is a murder. Sometimes they actually get hurt on their cases.
Fred: the core of Fred’s character should be that he’s incredibly kind. Like, give a stranger the shirt off his back kind. The “Fred can’t talk to potential clients because he might take a case for free and we need to eat” kind. He’s an honest and good person and sometimes gets himself into trouble because he assumes other people are too. While he’s not very good at reading people or noticing ulterior motives, he’s brilliant when it comes to mechanical or engineering type stuff, so he’s the one who keeps the mystery machine running, builds their gadgets, and of course, designs the traps.
Daphne: she comes from old money, and her parents absolutely despise her life choices, to the point where they haven’t officially disowned her, but they have basically cut her off, so she doesn’t actually have access to any family money. Growing up wealthy has granted her a variety of skills, including speaking multiple languages, horseback riding, and fencing. She’s very into fashion and jewelry (even if she can’t afford it anymore) and has extensive knowledge of both that can occasionally provide a vital clue in a case. And even though her parents have cut her off, Daphne still has a wide network of contacts she can ask for favors sometimes, because she’s personable, and people tend to like her. Daphne is also very emotionally intelligent, and is usually the one who can spot when someone is lying to them.
Side note - I ship Fred and Daphne, so I think I would start them off as an established couple for this universe. Dating, engaged, married, I don’t care. They are stupidly in love, ride or die for each other. There’s no will they, won’t they, no worries about cheating. They are in a healthy, happy, loving relationship, and no one (not even Daphne’s disapproving parents) are going to mess that up for them.
Velma: she is the forensics nerd who sometimes gets super excited about the wrong thing at the wrong time (”He was mummified in seconds? That’s so cool!” “Velma! His wife is standing right there!” “Oh. Sorry.”). She’s not purposely insensitive, she just gets laser focused on her work and forgets to filter herself sometimes. She’s also the one who can get so fixated on solving whatever mystery they’re working on, she’s willing to bend or maybe break laws. Is breaking and entering really so bad? Not if it gets them answers.
Shaggy: he is still the comic relief, but he’s the comic relief by being the only person in the group that actually has common sense. He manages the business’s finances, he’s the only one who knows how to cook, and the others tease him for being a coward sometimes, but Shaggy maintains that if a ghost with an axe is coming for you, running is the only sensible option. He should also have a range of random knowledge that sounds useless, but sometimes saves the day (ex ventriloquism, origami, the history of spoons, etc).
Scooby: as this is a universe where supernatural creatures exist, Scooby is an ancient eldritch type being that took a shine to Shaggy when he was a kid, and took the form of a talking dog to befriend and hang out with him. Aside from the talking dog bit and not aging, he never uses his powers in a way that anyone notices. The audience is not told upfront that Scooby is an ancient eldritch being; it should slowly be hinted at throughout the series so the audience put it together, but the characters never realize it. Scooby genuinely considers Shaggy to be his best friend, and cares about the rest of the gang too.
Rescued Whumpee whose approach to Caretaker changes daily.
Once they're distrustful, hiding behind furniture and inspect given food/water for a long, long time trying to determine if it's safe.
Then they're almost aggressive, snatching the food away and devouring it before anyone takes it away.
Another day they refuse to touch the food, because 'they don't deserve it' and 'they know their place'
One day they're the most-touch starved creature ever, begging for hugs and head pats, the next day they'd hiss if you even looked into their direction.
One day they address Caretaker by "Master" and "Sir", other days they are comfortable with using Caretaker's name, and on yet another day they don't speak at all.
Whumpees who had so many different traumas that they don't know which survival tactic to use anymore.
@jordanstrophe thanks for help editing!
For the catpeople and dogpeople: ---------------------------------------- - Soaking them in water/holding their head underwater - Making them wear collars - Pulling and tugging on their ears, giving them unwanted piercings - Yanking/breaking the tail, pulling them and dragging them along by the tail - Threatening them so that their fur stands on end - Forcing them to listen to loud sounds, agonizing with their heightened sense of hearing. - Pulling/tugging on whiskers - Asking them if they bark or mewl - Mocking them when they hiss or growl - Declawing or forcing them to wear clawcaps/mittens - Muzzle them. - Messing with their teeth, forcing their mouth open to get a look inside For the birdpeople/winged people: --------------------------------- - plucking out their feathers, one by one - wearing their feathers as earrings/turning them into accessories - petting their feathers the wrong way to irritate them - grooming their wings without their permission - restraining them by the wings, like a pinned butterfly - dying their feathers/coating them with oil - shoving them into a bird cage, making them sing - clipping their wings - connecting a chain to their ankle that allows them to fly but yanks them backwards should they go too far - binding their wings together, quite painfully - tearing them off! For the fish people: ------------------------ - Forcing them to constantly swim without rest - forcefully tearing off their scales - covering their gills to mess with their breathing - cutting the webbing between their fingers - forcing them to reside in unfiltered/poorly filtered water - hanging them up by their tails - cutting off their fins For the lizard/horned/antlered people: ---------------------------- - keeping them in a cold environment to keep them constantly weak - again, ripping off their scales - cutting out their tongues so they can't properly sense their surroundings - cutting off their tails and watching them regrow - decorating their horns/restraining them by the horns - sawing their horns off - using their horns as decoration yea @painsandconfusion @wormwriting @whumpshaped @hidden-dreamland @whumpsday @a-whumped-tea @gottawhump
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Ugh now I miss my avian
I can thank my good friend @that-one-thespian for the inspiration for this piece c:
TWs: Poisoning, illness
Bastian shivered, hands shoved in his pockets as they continued walking. Mariano was saying something to him, wiping blood from his sword after their last encounter with some hunters. It was fuzzy, the syllables floating through his brain without sticking and only serving to feel like flies in late summer.
"Bastian."
Bastian just about ran Mariano over when he abruptly stopped in front of him. "What the fuck are you doing?" He snapped at his mage, lip curling into a snarl. "We need to get to town."
"Look at me." Mariano didn't even think about the growl as he reached to feel Bastian's forehead. "You're cold."
the howling commandos honestly deserved more respect in the mcu. they were a diverse group of batshit crazy men who could drink a bar dry that followed captain america and sergeant barnes around europe fighting hydra. then, during VE day when the entire world was celebrating, they drank in a dimly lit bar mourning/toasting steve n bucky. they are integral to the captain america story, and were loyal to a fault. they had all passed by the time steve and bucky reunited, but where’s a scene toasting the howlies?
🍺to the Howlies.
‘Verse: Resistance Story: Chewtoy AU, co-author @whump-sprite Timeline: Ariadne has begged the Resistance to save Connor from the feds
Sunlight [Prev]
Light.
Not the harsh white light of Interrogations – but just as blinding.
Yellow light too warm on flushed fever skin – too hot even as he's cold to the core –
– sunlight.
He didn't think he'd see sunlight again.
Are they finally taking him outside to shoot him?
Probably it's not real.
He saw – Taryn Morgen? And now a stranger, leaning close over him in his agony until her silhouette against the sun resolves into blurred features.
"Please, sir," he begs obediently – or tries. Cracked lips won't move from their bleeding grimace. His voice is a croak in his raw throat and then gone.
Please stop. Please no more no more no more.
Her hand is soft, cupping his cheek. Her voice is soft too, so garbled by distance that the words are lost.
"Please," again. If he can't understand the instruction, can't try to follow the prompt, then the reprieve will end and the torture will continue –
"Shhhh," says the stranger.
She holds water to his lips, and she is an angel of mercy.
The pain is – less. Connor wonders if he's dying.
He'd prefer to see someone he loves – like his mom – in his dying moments. Not this – stranger, probably interrogator –
He chokes on the water she’s giving him, and panics, and loses the world to agony.
When he has any thoughts again, she’s still there. Looking down at him, holding his head in her hands.
He moans, terrified, and she brings water to his lips again – wet cloth, so that only drops trickle across his lips and he cannot choke.
Mercy.
He tries to thank her, so that the mercy might last a few more minutes. She shushes him, hands soft on bruised skin. Her face is near, and far, and near again.
“You’re safe now,” she says, and that can’t be right, she must be a figment of his fevered, dying mind. A disjointed dream.
But god, he wants to believe in mercy, even just for a little while.
Uwaaaahhhh!! THat POV! Freaking masterful.
the “bad guys” in hallmark movies end up always being the most respectful men ever.
because they will find out their girlfriend of 3 years (that they were about to propose to) went off to a random farm in minnesota, hours away from were the two of them built a life together, and she decided to just… stay there without even consulting him.
and then he decides to take a trip to make sure she’s okay, because this is generally alarming behavior, and then sees that she literally fell in love with her ex within one (1) week- and he wasn’t there, but you can TELL that they’ve made out a couple times.
and then she just strings him along for a few days, until fucking christmas eve, when she just breaks up with him and is like “i know we used to have the same values, but i’ve never loved you. mark makes me happier than you ever did. and you ONLY care about work, whereas i like christmas and fun, like a Good Person.”
and then, after finding out his entire relationship was a lie and he had his life turned upside down in a week and he got dumped on christmas, this guy’s just like “ok yeah that makes sense. i only wish you the best of happiness with mark. i hope you guys build a great life together in christmastreefarmville. thank you for everything.”
An AU where two Hallmark Christmas Bad Guys are both getting flights back to New York after being dumped by their respective Smalltown Blonde Girlfriends, and they bond over their shared experiences and fall in love in the departures lounge
@teashoesandhair your wish is my command :)
Probably, Levi should be more upset.
Probably he is still in shock. Right? He looks out of his taxi window (it's not technically a taxi, just some guy named Corey who offered him a ride to the airport, because Uber doesn't operate in fucking Tinyville, Bumfuck Middle-Of-Nowhere, Utah) and tracks water droplets racing each other down the glass, because of course it's raining, and his bad knee is killing him.
Levi sniffs and rubs at his eyes and then pulls out his phone and books a ticket back to New York, wincing as four hundred and twenty-six dollars are deducted from his bank account.
And, like, he should definitely be more upset.
He just got broken up with. He was engaged, for God's sake. A four-year relationship… over. Just like that.
Corey says, "Ten minutes to the station."
warnings: miscommunication/assumptions, unreliable narrator, PTSD, past medical abuse, past torture/abuse in general, non-graphic description of blood and injury, mentions of taking blood/skin/etc. from a person (doesn’t happen), might be missing some feel free to let me know
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By the time they returned to the cabin, Virgil had sunk into a petulant and bitter silence.
He stalwartly refused to respond to Logan’s awkward comments, pointed statements, and outright queries alike. There was nothing they could leverage against him here, not when his own life was the only one on the line, and it was already all but forfeit.
Sure, it might have been in his best interest to cooperate, but that had never convinced him before, and he didn’t intend on breaking his stubborn streak anytime soon.
🧜♂️+🎭📌
merfolk + humiliation + pinned to something
Content Warnings: mer whump, captured, injured, pinned, tail whump, out of water, dehydration, difficulty breathing, humiliation, unwanted touch (non-sexual), manhandling, dehumanization, ‘it’ as a pronoun, mentions of alcohol use
Rereading your Nico series (again). It’s my go-to when I need something good and whumpy that I know will give me whumperflies every chapter. You’re an amazing writer and talented whumper - thank you so much for writing and sharing it 💜
It still amazes me when I get these ❤️❤️ I’m so glad Nico is still getting love, thank you
693 words | No Warrior (sequel to Bad day)
Content | Angst, low self-worth, referenced past torture
Notes | I wasn't sure about the direction this would go but it worked out alright eventually. Runar is trying his best.
Yes I love giving series titles to episodes it's like a get out of titling free card.
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As always, Runar picked Yves up from work in the evening. The little thing had insisted on going, even being so obviously tired, even after his breakdown during their midday walk that Runar couldn’t stop thinking about. Poor Yves, believing himself to be so unworthy of good things. Runar wished Yves could see himself through his eyes for just a moment.
As always, they sat down for dinner together. Watching Yves hang his head over the table, looking at nothing and especially not at Runar, hurt his heart.
»I’m sorry,« Yves muttered.
