Writing Master List

Do No Harm: Jaime & Sebastian

A young doctor, down on his luck, finds himself working in a facility of institutionalized slavery. The horrors he discovers inside those walls, as well as the patients he meets, force him to examine the world through a new lens.

Fifty-Eight Days: Elijah & Grayson

Two missionaries endure a brutal captivity side by side when they cross a powerful drug lord. Told partially through their future therapy sessions as they unpack what happened between them and find their way back to each other.

Sins of the Father: Auden Bell-Webb

A young man’s life is uprooted when he is sentenced to a period of indentured servitude in The Colonies to pay for the crimes of his adoptive father. (He’s new here, more to come).

OTHER STUFF:

- AMERICAN HORROR STORY: BBU (concept trailer)

- WHUMPY BOOK REC LIST

- BBU: Hollywood (story)

- Family Line (story)

#master list #whump writing #whump #moodboard #Please check individual stories and posts for tags/content warnings :)#it's about time I get these all in one place

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Anonymous asked:

2 & 3 for the ask game

What kind of whump is your least favorite to write (although you still do write it)?

This is actually so hard to answer, because I can only think of hyper-specific examples and not whole tropes.

So like... One time I wrote a scene where someone's only source of food gets spit in (shout out Auden), and like... it gave me the ick to write, but was also whumpy, so I did it lol.

I also like... have a line I draw when it comes to dehumanization in whump? I write BBU, so obviously there is a huge element of that, but I don't love the comparing humans to animals thing so much (in my own writing)

What kind of whump do you absolutely refuse to write?

I’m not into gore, body horror, or major character death. Also not into noncon that reads as “sexy” or pornographic (does tumblr let me say that word? We’ll find out)

#ask game

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callimus asked:

1 and 11 for the ask game?

What kind of whump is your favorite to write?

Noncon/noncon recovery, captivity, dual whumpees (protectiveness/self sacrifice), med/lab setting, trauma recovery in general with lots of comfort and caretaking.

I tend to gravitate toward psychological/emotional whump over purely physical, though the two work best in tandem. But I think that's why I like writing recovery/comfort/caretaking more.

Share one of your favorite whumpy scenes that you have written.

Hmmmm. Day 58 from my Fifty-Eight Days series might be one of my favorites, and also maybe one of my heaviest. It has a lot of my favorite tropes packed into one, and is also a huge boiling point of the story at large.

#ask game #thanks for the ask!

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keeper-of-all-the-random-things asked:

Okay. So I know he possesses none of the physical characteristics described, but Ray Nicholson gives off Andrew vibes in this scene and I’m stuck with that every time I reread the Aftg books. Any thoughts?

https://youtu.be/sL1bHiBbODo?si=ICRgexq5N8yDCDEl

(It’s probably the smirk and tendency towards violence haha)

hold-him-down answered:

HELLO I HAVE NEVER WATCHED THIS BUT YES-

The smirk and the lip lick and the taunt, major Andrew vibes.

I actually think Mike Faist is also giving some Minyard vibes here (which is who I initially thought you were talking about because I know nothing), in the cold assertive march toward violence. And I am in my Mike Faist era forever, so this was a treat do I need to watch this?

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Adding to this to say Mike Faist is kind of serving me angry Neil Josten here, too.

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Family Line - Chapter 1

Remember a couple of days ago when I put out a poll asking if anyone would be interested in a whumpy wlw/sapphic story? Well, here is this thing.

Tagging a couple of people that expressed some interest - but let me know if you want to be on an actual tag list (assuming this story goes somewhere :)) @hold-him-down @thecyrulik

WARNINGS: BBU/BBU-Adjacent, predatory men, death in the family, fucked up family dynamics, rich people shit

Against her better judgment, Dallas Radley stepped into the elevator. Watching the metal doors slide shut grated on every survival instinct in her body, but taking twenty-seven flights of stairs was out of the question—not that she hadn’t briefly considered it—and the longer she drew this out, the more time she put between herself and a flight home. So she took a breath and did her best to ignore the hair-raising prickle on the back of her neck.

She just wanted to get this over with. More than that, she wanted to have never been involved in the first place. But of course, even in death, her brother succeeded in dragging her down with him.

“This place is a shit hole.”

She didn’t need to turn around to sense the sneer in her stepfather’s expression. Dallas flicked her eyes to the side, though, just enough to catch the line of him in her periphery. She rolled her neck, hard enough that a ripple of cracks were audible in the small space, but she didn’t grace him with a response.

One hell of a shit hole, she thought. The luxury apartment building was a glittering circle jerk of sterile-sleek decor, a doorman in a suit worth more than Dallas’s entire wardrobe, and amenities that no one ever used. And she had only just seen the lobby. But of course, in his eyes, it was beneath her brother’s name, and therefore a disparaging mark on the whole family.

Dallas had no doubt her mother would have agreed. The two of them were probably duking it out in hell about it that very moment. Really, Jared, they’re going to mention that godforsaken embarrassment of a place in the obituary. What will people think?

#reblog #i am working so hard on finally writing a chapter 2 for this story #its hard but these characters deserve more screentime

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alexmundaythrufriday asked:

"Open it." For my boy Josh (prompt for the five sentence fic!)

oddsconvert answered:

"Open it."

It isn't a request.

It's a dare. An ice-cold threat that freezes Josh to the spot. He stands paralyzed, his clammy palm welded to the doorknob. Josh's sorry life flashes before his bloodshot eyes, and his freedom taunts him from the other side of the unlocked door. It calls him, it pulls him like a magnet.

Josh wants to live, and not just survive. He wants his life back. His simple, mundane life. He'd give anything and everything to blend back into the world and fade into the background.

"Go on, Joshy. See what happens the second you open that door." Felix stalks closer but Josh doesn't face him. He can't face him. With his puffy, tear-stained cheeks and deer-in-headlight eyes. Josh's ears prick up at the sound of slow footsteps coming to a stop just over his shoulder.

"You know I'd catch you, don't you, honey?" Felix half purrs, half growls. Josh's thumping heart falls to the pit of his stomach. "God have mercy on you, I'd hunt you down like a wild animal. And when I finally find you...?"

Josh physically cringes and shrivels up as Felix nibbles at Josh's neck and kisses the dip of his collarbone. Felix slowly reaches around to place his hand on top of Josh's shaking one, on the door handle, and pulls it away.

"I'd snap your legs like twigs," Felix whispers in Josh's ear. "I would just love you bed-bound. It would be my dream come true, baby... the things I'd do to you..."

Josh hears Felix actually lick his lips and his gut suddenly twists. Josh thought his life was already a fate worse than death...somehow, it can get worse. He spins around to face Felix, eyes blown wide and sparkling - his lip wobbling like a small child.

It's a risk he's not willing to take. Any foolish bravery suddenly dissolves and his fight or flight suddenly switches off. Josh just feels empty.

He collapses into Felix's arms in a slump. His body rockets with sobs as Felix cradles him and smoothes the jet-black hair over his scalp.

"Sweet boy," Felix mumurs dotingly, "sweet, confused little boy. You know you belong with me, don't you?"

Josh nods miserably into Felix's chest.

"I'm the only one who knows you inside and out, who will take care of your every want and need. You'll never leave me, baby-blue."

#holy shit #this is what the kids call whumperflies

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i-eat-worlds asked:

19, 20

just answered this here!

But honestly, even before I started writing my lady whump fanfic at 13, I was still writing stuff for myself that could be considered whumpy on a kid's level.

One of the earliest stories I remember writing in my little notebook with a cute puppy on the front was about someone who gets bullied, locked in a closet, electrocuted, then gains superpowers from it. I was probably 10/11 lmaoooo.

#ask game

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hold-him-down asked:

What was the first fandom you wrote whump for?

(and include an excerpt if you still have one)

Oi, straight for the throat, I see.

I started writing fanfic for the one, the only, the classic--Law & Order: SVU when I was a wee 13 year old. You might be thinking, hey, that feels young to be watching that show, let alone writing fanfic for it. And to that, I say... Uh, mind your business.

Anyway. I thought about cheekily ignoring the second part of your ask, but I decided to be brave and dig in my google docs for a little excerpt that never got posted to god's green internet.

So, here's a little something from a story that was going to be about *checks smudged note on hand* Olivia Benson getting falsely convicted for murder and going to prison.

Yep. That tracks.

You remain locked in the same repetitive battle day after day, a tiresome loop of anguish that angrily fades to numb over time. While you lurk the halls of your internal prison, your mind fights to keep you oblivious to the literal one that surrounds you on all four sides. It takes up a full time occupation in warding off the sounds of clanking metal, the abrasive touch of calloused hands on your arms, your body. It cuts you off from the world so you don’t get sucked down. Each day, it kills you a little to keep you alive. Until one day you wake up, your eyelids springing open to the same cracked ceiling above you, and you feel nothing at all. And that void is the closest thing to beautiful you’ve seen in quite some time.

#ask game #i was a teenager when i wrote this #so dont bully me bc youd technically be bullying a teenager #im literally a minor guys #(im not)#LMFAO HELLO WHY DID I WRITE THIS IN SECOND PERSON POV???#pretentious teenager thats why

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Whump Ask Game

Pass it on!

What kind of whump is your favorite to write?
What kind of whump is your least favorite to write (although you still do write it)?
What kind of whump do you absolutely refuse to write?
Is there a kind of whump you wish you could write better?
What character or characters are your favorite to do whumpy things to in your writing?
What character or characters are your favorite to turn into caretakers in your writing?
Have you ever written whump inspired by personal experiences?
How many whumpy stories do you currently have published online?
Which of your stories has the most whump in it?
What is your favorite whumpy story you have written?
Share one of your favorite whumpy scenes that you have written.
What is one of the strangest things you have had to research for your whumpy writing?
What is the most recent thing you have researched for use in your whumpy writing?
Has any of your whump research ever come in handy in real life?
Are you ever hampered by your lack of medical knowledge when writing whump?
Has anyone ever called you out on an incorrectly written medical or whumpy scene (such as telling you that the character would have bled out long before help arrived)?
Do you consider character death (that is not reversed) to be whump?
Do ever rely on magical cures or deus ex machina to resolve whumpy situations?
How long have you been writing whump?
What was the first fandom you wrote whump for?
What fandom would you like to write whump for, but haven't done so yet (due to not knowing it well enough, etc.)?
Do you have any particular songs or playlists that help you get in the mood to write whump?
Do you write whump for OCs or just canon characters?
Do you have any whump pet peeves? Meaning things that just bug you when you see them in a fanfic.
What advice or wisdom would you like to share with other whump writers?

#ask game #im trying to write updates for 2 of my stories on and off today #so send me distractions here pls #all characters open

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I was posting/reblogging too much about AFTG/TSC on here (which I do stand by, because it's Top Shelf Whump), so I made a little side blog. If my AFTG followers wanna keep up on my thoughts there, I'm:

@creepy-little-goalkeeper

peachy-panic

I updated my Do No Harm master doc, and realized I’m at 150k words. Boy howdy do I love writing for these characters. I can’t believe it’s been going for almost 3 years.

Thanks to everyone who has read & said a kind word about my boys along the way <3

#do no harm: Jaime & Sebastian

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alexmundaythrufriday asked:

Hi, can I bother youuuu and ask where I could find your aftg fic that explores the timeline where Neil is with the Ravens? @hold-him-down recommended it to me but I can't find it. And I'm not good at tumblr-ing lol thank you thank you thank you!!!

peachy-panic answered:

Oh hiiiiiii! I actually have never posted about it on tumblr before, so here it is for anyone interested!

martyr's trade - Chapter 1 - peachypanic - All For The Game - Nora Sakavic [Archive of Our Own]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

archiveofourown.org

Hope you like where it’s at so far :)

alexmundaythrufriday

I LOVE IT!!! I had to stop myself from going down a rabbit hole on AO3, because I'm barely into the King's Men right now! I can't read fast enough!!!!

Thank you so much for sharing, I am forever in love with your writing!!

peachy-panic

❤️❤️❤️

I hope you enjoy the rest of TKM (and then The Sunshine Court!!!!) You’ve got quite the journey ahead of you.

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Lonely

Hi everyone, I'm alive! Have some Torley Era Jaime content.

This kind goes along with a (much happier) future piece I'm hoping to finish writing and post soon, so stay tuned for some better vibes. For now:

WARNINGS: BBU/BBU-Adjacent, hunger, the sadness of stray cats (no animals were harmed in the making), brief suicidal ideations, gun mention, implied noncon

Restless. That is how Jaime thinks of the long weekdays in the Torley house, when the boys are at school and his Keeper is at work, and Jaime is left on his own until they return home to demand his attention.

It is not that he is without work; Mr. Torley holds high expectations for his home, and Jaime strives to meet them all, even if it means double, triple, cleaning over a room he’s already scrubbed bare or taking all of the glassware out of the cabinets just to polish and arrange them again. But there are days when he finds himself with idle hands, in the time between completing his chores and his keeper’s return. That’s when anxiety creeps in. He knows it’s a conditioned thought, but it’s in him too deep to ignore. He can’t rest, can’t be useless, can’t be found being lazy when Mr. Torley comes home.

It gets lonely, though, these pockets of restlessness. He is so fucking. lonely.

Sometimes he wishes that he had permission to go out on errands—collecting groceries, making returns, dropping off suits at the dry cleaner—just so that he can have a reason to talk to another person. He was trained to believe that many domestic contracts allow for that kind of thing, but Mr. Torley has made it clear that Jaime’s place is in the house. In the month that he has been here, he has never once been allowed to step foot outside, and he knows better than to ask.

He is usually good at avoiding temptation, but on one Friday morning, Jaime is caught off guard.

#im updating my DNH masterdoc today #i didn't realize i hadn't done it since 2022 lol #always living with the fear that tumblr will fall into a sinkhole one day and ill lose everything #anyway #thinking about this chapter