#Whumpy-ish

[iwanttoleavethisblankbuticant]

I’m back and ready to disappear again after I post this

!tw: mess. Like heavy mess. Don’t read if easily grossed out!

Hello, I am back and I bring you a little imagine~

Imagine just sitting at home when your roommate comes back. Their nose is an irritated red, snot pooling under the nostrils. With a sniffle they walk over and join you on the couch. 

"I have hay fever and I hate me life." They whine as they curl up beside you. 

"I feel so icky and I’m not even sick. My immune system is just bullying me and getting worked up over flowers." They add. 

Your pitiful roommate looks up at you from their spot by your side. Then suddenly their chest starts to rise and fall frantically and they bring a hand up to their mouth. 

"Hurrshuu!" They sneeze primarily out of their mouth, making no dent in the mucus in their nasal cavity, only pushing more up out of their sinuses to reside in their nose, too thick to run out.

"Sorry." Your roommate croaks out.

You assure them their fine and ask how they got suck bad hay fever. Your roommate just shrugs their shoulders weakly. 

You pull them into your arms, soothing them gently. They bury their overflowing nose into you chest, getting snot on you in the process. 

They squirm, unable to get comfortable with the itch in their skin and in their nose. 

"Can I be disgusting?" Your roommate asks weakly, having no energy left to even try and be functional anymore.

You promise him you won’t judge And that it’s fine. 

With the green light, your roommate gives up on all attempts at being put together. They squirm, moan, and groan into you. They rub their overfilled nose in a circular motion against your chest, trying to relieve the itch in their sinuses but only succeeding in plastering snot on your clothes. They let out a whine as the tickle won’t leave them be.

Then you feel their chest rise and fall rapidly against you, pressing against your chest then releasing suddenly as their breath hitches with a building sneeze. Their head tips backwards, their jaw slacks, then their bright and abused nose flairs and they snap forward with a sneeze stifled into your chest.

"Hu-hinngk!"

 Stifling was a bad idea because immediately they snap forward with another half sneeze, and another, and another. They’ve gotten themselves stuck in a cycle of small rapid sneezes that bring them no relief and only push more snot into their nose. 

Knowing they need your help, you pinch their nose shut, forcing some snot out onto your fingers as you keep them from sneezing long enough for a full on sneeze to build.

"H-hii-hehh hehh… Hechiewww!" 

They sneeze as soon as you let go. They had clamped their hand so tightly over their mouth that it forced the sneeze to come out of their nose, forcing yellow snot out onto your chest and all over themselves. On their hand, on their sternum. They really did make a mess. 

They pull away from you, thinking the fit over but are immediately proven wrong as they duck back into you and release another gurgling sneeze into your collar bone.

Their mucus is sinus infection yellow, no wonder they feel so miserable.

"I-I’m sorry. That was gross of me-" your roommate starts but you stop them. Then you grab a handful of tissues and begin to clean them and yourself up. They had hay fever and a sinus infection, you couldn’t hold it against them. So instead you held them protectively to your chest. You scratch their itchy and irritated back as they rub their equally itchy and irritated nose against you, leaving snot damped spots on your clothes.

They continue to sneeze into you, soaking you with snot as they bury their feverish head into your chest with ever spasm. You wipe allergic tears from their eyes as they snuffle back mucus. Someone so allergic to flowers really shouldn’t be a florist.

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This may be a little teaser to an oc I’m thinking of, but it puts you in the shoes of his roommate. Enjoy, sneeze fuckers and whumpies.

[rockingrobin69]

Tiny snippet from imperfection, sad and a little sweet.

When Draco was twenty-one years old, he went to buy new towels.

Harry had his eye set on this purple monstrosity, extremely fluffy and very soft and terribly, horribly over-priced. Draco’s allowance hadn’t come through that month (or the one before), but more important was the uncontrollable urge to give Harry everything: anything he could want, ice-lollies and royal-blue pyjamas and another jumper, why the hell not. To spoil Harry rotten, the way he was always meant to be, to surround him with so much love he’d forget for a moment he was ever without it.

Draco wasn’t new to loving someone. Not, even, to doing so obsessively, inexorably. What was new was the look in Harry’s eyes, was being able to hold his hand in public (in—most places in the city). Was the way Harry said his name, the way his courage was stupidly infectious and his heart so big it didn’t fit in his chest, kept coming out in his smiles and in his hands, warm and soft and always generously offered.

Harry was only visiting. He didn’t, technically, live in Draco’s flat, but he didn’t, technically, have to return to Glasgow for another three weeks.

They made do with the time.

And Draco insisted that Harry must have his own things: his own bathrobe, his own pyjamas, his own toothbrush (fucking—gross, Harry!) and his own towel. Bringing them here, to the shopping centre with the terrible, tacky shop with the terrible, tacky things Harry wanted that terrible, tacky Draco would give his life to get for him.

Not in a dramatic way. In a—subdued, quiet way. In an utterly devoted, hopeless way that shouldn’t have felt nice, that still did. Everything felt nice about Harry. Everything but—

No, that wasn’t Harry’s fault, not even a little. Draco being disgusting and horrible was always meant to be kept secret. And it worked, when Harry lived in Glasgow and Draco in Oxford, it worked when they didn’t spend all their time together, but summer was long and tight and close and… and… and Draco didn’t know how to do this. To bare himself without fleeing, to give what he previously thought wasn’t in him, what couldn’t have been.

(Such as: his heart. Strange, no, that it actually belonged to him, when it never felt like it before. When it was wrapped so tight in strings upon strings, tying it to—other places, other people).

And Harry gave back. Everything Draco wanted to hand him, Harry insisted to return. To hold with care all of Draco’s sharp edges. And Draco was worried that he’d keep holding, even after Draco started to crack, and end up with hands full of shards of cutting Draco, end up—hurt.

Harry held the towel very close to his body. A bit like he worried someone might try to snatch it from him. Draco hated the people who raised him (a familiar, anchoring anger) and, out of spite, took his hand.

“Hey,” soft, like the towel. Harry looked up, his smile focusing, turning un-lost.

“Hi. Sorry. Fuck, you’re cold! C’mere.” Wrapping himself around Draco (uncaring for sharp, sharp edges). “It’s a bit expensive, though. There’s another set at half the price in—”

“Harry,” Draco said, “shut up. It’s from me.”

Meaning: it’s not enough for what I want to give you, for what I wish I could. (And Draco’s sad bank statement would be a worry for another day. He could do more hours at the book shop, if Father didn’t… if he stayed in Beijing for a little bit longer).

Harry squeezed him tighter. “You’re so sweet,” he said, and when Draco scoffed, “no, really,” and when Draco scoffed louder, “you are. You’re so—shut up, you’re maybe the sweetest person I’ve ever met, and—”

“Have you? met me, I mean. There’s not a single thing about me that’s sweet.”

“Your lips are sweet,” Harry said slyly. Draco refused to blush.

“Your hand is sweet,” Harry said, and brought it to his mouth for a chaste kiss.

“Your—”

“We’re in public, you fiend,” Draco said breathlessly, when Harry did no more than kiss the inside of his palm. Harry, being a fiend, laughed.

“God. I’m so fucking into you. It’s—come here,” drawing his face up to be kissed, not letting him shy away. Kissed the tip of his nose and his cheek and his left eyebrow. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

Draco couldn’t even attempt coherency. Outmatched, overwhelmed with the constant onslaught, Harry-Harry-Harry all the time, and so warm and so sweet and so there, for a whole week now he was there, staying for the month. What… how could Draco defend against him?

So he pushed away, rolled his eyes, hid his red-red cheeks in Harry’s shoulder and didn’t cry. Didn’t even wish to. It was very bright in the shop and the centre was overcrowded and too noisy, and inside it they were huddled together, a bubble of fluffy, purple towel, and them.

It had to be enough. This month, this—whatever Harry would give him, it had to be enough. Draco would be grateful and suffice with it, and not beg for more. And not be greedy, because greed was a punishable offence and terribly gauche and Draco was better than that, was a Malfoy, was a—yes, all that.

So they bought the fucking towel. Then went home, and watched a film, and ate ramen, and sat very close to each other, sharp edges and all.

[keylimepieeeeee]

i know its not the go-to trope for whumpy things but i just love like, victim/whumpee characters who truly are competent and skilled and knowledgeable in their fields, not necessarily living weapon or guard dog-coded but like, able to hold their own in a fight or cast some type of powerful magic or hyper skilled in some other discipline...and they still are completely weak and helpless and totally under the power of their whumper/captor/owner, just pawns that are moved around as their benefactor or captor deems fit, the skills and knowledge they've acquired put to use based on the whumper's demands. they're smart and savvy and quick, some kind of master thief or magician/wizard or hunter, but everything they say and think and do is in the service of whumper

[skyward-floored]

Whumptober day 15 - Moment of clarity, (childhood trauma)

I know I know, I’m late 😔 I had a tiring day yesterday and this fic wasn’t behaving and I was just staring at it and making ZERO progress, so I threw in the towel for the night. But it’s here now, in all its messy glory. sorry again.

Anyway, another prompt that only sorta fits, and having fun with an AU-ish thing. It’s not even that whumpy. Idk. also twilight princess freezards are awful and I hate them

Warnings: brief violence, hypothermia

Ao3 link

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“I’m not a child.”

Wind had heard those words from Four several times on their journey, often said with an eye roll, a casual snort, genuine annoyance on occasion. Some of them were skeptical about the truth of that statement when they’d first met Four, but after hearing he’d been through three journeys and seeing just how responsible he could be, they eased off the incredulity. The short jokes kept up of course, but Four always ignored them, and never seemed terribly bothered at the fact that he was the smallest of them all.

And because of his repeated insistence that he wasn’t a child, nobody ever thought to ask what age Four considered children to be.

Wind certainly never thought to ask. There was something... about Four though, something that sometimes gave him pause and made him look a little harder at the little smithy. Something that ignited the big brother part of him, and reminded him of Aryll, for some reason.

But that was silly, since Four was several years older than Wind.

And at the moment, talking about ages or children or really much of anything was currently far from Wind’s mind as he and Four plodded through the icy cave they’d been dropped in, icicles on every available surface.

Sudden portal switches were no fun. Especially when they involved being separated from the others and dumped in a cold cave. Wind was lucky he’d happened to have stolen Warriors’ scarf right before they were all separated, but it was still awfully cold in here; he was shivering a little, and could see Four doing the same.

This cave was confusing too, twisting tunnels, long icy stretches, big blocks that they had to push. Wind had figured it was some kind of mini dungeon, but they hadn’t seen a single bad guy yet.

Which made him especially suspicious.

The open area they were walking through began to narrow, another twisting passageway up ahead. Wind and Four exchanged looks, then decided to take a quick break before heading that way, leaning against the wall and catching their breath from the icy slope they’d just walked up.

Wind looked up at the pale blue crystals on the ceiling, admiring the shapes while they paused, and glanced over at Four. The smithy had pulled his hood up, and looked much cozier than Wind felt. And small.

That feeling in the back of Wind’s mind itched again, but Wind ignored it as Four straightened, sufficiently rested.

“You ready?” Wind said, and Four hummed.

“Yeah, I think so. We’ve got to be near the end of this thing,” he said, and Wind agreed with a nod.

“I wonder if there’ll be a boss or anything,” Wind said as they plunged into the tunnel, following the bluish walls and shape of the stone. He thought the cave seemed a little colder this way, but maybe it only seemed like it because the tunnel was smaller. “It’s weird that this place has just had puzzles and nothing else.”

“Yeah, I know,” Four frowned, stepping over a rock. “But maybe somebody else cleared it out and the puzzles just reset.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

Wind kept his sword in his hand just in case, though.

Four did the same, and they walked carefully through the tunnel, avoiding some loose icicles and small pits. Still no enemies came though, and Wind wasn’t sure if he should be concerned or relieved.

He and Four turned a corner and the tunnel opened up, leading to the top of a steep slope shining with ice. Daylight shone below them, and Wind grinned, nudging Four’s arm.

“There’s the exit! Looks like there’s no boss,” Wind observed, peering over the edge.

"Well that's nice, a break is always good," Four smiled, and Wind's grin changed to a smirk as he looked down at the slope again.

“...Race you down.”

“Hey!” Four protested as Wind jumped, and Wind cackled as he slid, crouching to increase his speed.

Four jumped down behind him, and the two whooped as they rushed down the icy slope, wind rushing past their faces. There were some small rocks and things to avoid, but it was mostly smooth sailing, and Wind laughed as he hit a small bump and caught some air.

Four edged ahead as they neared the bottom, Wind could only guess because of his pegasus boots, and he shouted as Four stuck his tongue out at him. That little miniblin!

Wind knew he had no chance of catching up, but he crouched down even more anyways, barreling towards the light at the bottom. Four was just too far ahead of him though, and reached the bottom first with a victorious cheer.

Which was why when the blast of icy air shot out, only Four was frozen solid.

“Smithy!” Wind yelped in alarm, and just barely managed to swerve away from the last bits of icy air. He careened towards the exit as he hit the bottom of the slope, but managed to stab his sword into the ground, halting his slide.

He yanked it back out as he whirled around, and came face to face with a huge icy beast, at least six red eyes scattered across its face, more ice blasting out of its jaws.

Four lay frozen right next to it, and alarm clutched at Wind's heart as he scrambled away from the cloud of ice. He quickly thumbed through his pouch for the item he needed, but it took him twice as long since he had to keep rolling out of the way of the icy monster.

It looked like it couldn’t really move, only swivel around, but because of that Wind couldn’t dart in and grab Four without getting frozen himself. The monster only paused to occasionally gather its breath for more ice, and Wind’s fingers finally closed around his bow.

Four still hadn't moved, too close to the frigid monster to unfreeze, and Wind bit his lip as the monster’s red eyes glared at him. It revealed a gaping maw full of icicle-like teeth and blasted more ice towards Wind, but he was just out of range.

Hold on Four!

Wind drew on his magic and pulled back a fire arrow, loosing it through a cloud of ice into the monster’s face. It roared, and Wind hurriedly loosed another, and then yet another when the monster kept roaring.

It took another three arrows for the beast to finally disappear, and Wind gasped in relief, scrambling forward and sliding beside Four. The smithy’s eyes were frozen wide open, his body encased in a solid sheen of ice, but right as Wind joined his side, the ice around him shattered.

Four collapsed, Wind’s heart skipping a beat when the smithy didn’t move.

“Oh geez— Four? Can you hear me?” Wind asked frantically, pulling Four up into his arms. The smithy was blisteringly cold in his lap, lips blue and skin frostbitten. He didn’t move when Wind gave him a cautious shake, and Wind’s stomach sank. Four hadn’t been frozen all that long.

Though... he had been right next to that monster’s ice breath for while.

Wind pressed his fingers over Four’s wrist like Warriors had shown him to do, and felt desperately for any sort of pulse. Right when he was about to despair, he felt a soft beat against the pad of his fingers, and gasped in relief.

“Oh Four, okay, okay,” Wind breathed, his breath coming fast. His eyes began to sting as he wrapped Warriors’ scarf around Four, and he hurriedly blinked back the tears trying to form. Oh come on, not now tears! I need to focus.

He quickly tugged Four up onto his back and stood up, surprised at how light he was. Four was small, but he was still a teenager, and Wind had expected more muscle. He was mostly a bit gangly, and Wind had to adjust him so he was actually secure on his back.

Wind then tugged Four out into the sunshine, pleasantly surprised at how warm it was outside of the cave. That monster must have been lowering the temperature. Wind had emerged into a forest that was just starting to turn into fall, the edges of the trees dipped in orange, lit brightly by the sun. It didn’t take Wind long to quickly find a safe enough looking spot beside a large tree, and he set Four down, hugging him close.

The smithy seemed so small like this, tight in Wind's arms.

Wind swallowed, and held Four tight, his stomach rolling. He didn’t really have any other way to warm Four up, aside from pulling out his and Four’s blankets, so he just kept hugging him, making sure the blankets and Warriors’ scarf were wrapped warmly across his shoulders.

Worry still clutched at his heart as he held Four, the smithy's head freezing where it was tucked in Wind's neck, and Wind held him even tighter. So tight in fact, that he almost missed it when Four abruptly stirred.

"Smithy?" Wind asked when Four groaned, and he sighed in relief as Four's eyes twitched open. "Whew, I didn't know when you were gonna wake up."

"...Wake..? What happen..." Four murmured, his brows scrunching.

Wind squeezed him a bit. "A big ice monster ambushed us, basically. You got frozen for a little longer then you probably should have."

Four slowly blinked, then shivered a little, his face suddenly paling.

"Oh. Right... I remember now," he whispered, his voice small. "Ice."

Four swallowed, and Wind frowned, unused to seeing the smithy so visibly shaken. "...Don't like ice, huh?"

"Don't like being e-encased in it, no," Four said, voice a little choked. "I was... my third quest..."

His voice began to shake too much for him to speak, and Wind felt a pang run through his chest, hugging Four tighter again. Four shrank into his hold, and Wind began gently petting Four's head, just like he always did for Aryll after she had a nightmare.

...Why was that my first response?

Wind shook aside the thought as Four leaned into it, and neither of them spoke for several minutes.

"Sorry," Four whispered after a while, taking in a shaky breath. Then he let out a wavering laugh. "I'm... ugh. It was months ago, but I’m still... sometimes it's hard to... y'know."

Wind smiled at that. "Yeah, I know. Sometimes it just... stinks."

Four snorted thickly, and curled a little tighter into Wind's arms. "Well, it's b-been better then my l-last birthday at least."

Wind froze, and stared down at Four in disbelief.

"What?"

Four stilled, and Wind could almost hear him thinking oops.

"Four, it's your birthday? Why didn't you tell me?!" Wind said indignantly, and Four shrugged, barely noticeable with how bundled up he was.

"I don't know. Not a big deal. It's not like eleven is an important age."

If the previous sentences had hit Wind like a brick, that next one hit him like an entire wall.

He stared at Four, the smithy lying very still all of a sudden, and repeated the words he'd just heard in his head a few times just to be sure he hadn't been mistaken.

"What?" he finally whispered, and Four swallowed, curling into a tighter ball.

"Never mind," Four said, muffled by the blanket he turned his head into.

"No, no not 'never mind', Four you... are you... I’m older than you?” Wind choked out.

Four gave him a tiny nod.

“Are you really eleven?” Wind asked, and Four didn’t say anything for a few long moments.

“Yeah,” he finally whispered.

Wind stared, flabbergasted, and Four stayed quietly huddled in his blanket, still faintly shivering.

He quickly reevaluated every single piece of information he had about Four, thinking back to conversations, random moments where Four had acted oddly childish that he'd brushed off, discussions of age that Four had always avoided. The way Wind’s big brother instincts always seemed to sharpen around Four more so then any of the other Links.

"Eleven?" Wind repeated in disbelief, and Four looked mildly annoyed.

“Yes. But I’m not a kid,” Four insisted, huddling tighter in his blanket. “Once you’re past ten you’re an adult in my Hyrule. Or at least, not a kid anymore. Young adult.”

“At ten?” Wind said in disbelief, and Four glared at him.

"You've said you become an adult at twelve on your island!"

"Not like a real adult!" Wind spluttered, beyond shocked. "Four how are you— you've been on three quests!" he gasped. "How old were you when you started?!"

"I was almost ten, stop yelling," Four grumbled, and Wind couldn't help noticing how childish he sounded. "Weren't you and Time just talking about being underestimated because of your ages?"

“Well yeah, but—”

“It’s not any different!” Four said fiercely, then was wracked by a violent shiver.

Wind watched him shake, then breathed out, holding Four closer again. Four didn’t snuggle up quite as tightly as he had been, but he didn’t pull away either, and the two sat in silence for a bit, sunshine warming their faces.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Wind asked after a bit. “Everyone thinks I’m the youngest, why...”

Four looked away. “I... I didn’t want to. When I saw how everyone treated you, even after you told them off, how they kept underestimating you and treating you more like someone to protect rather than a teammate, I... I didn’t want all that to shift to me... I’m sorry,” he whispered. “It was cowardly of me.”

“No, it wasn’t, I... get it,” Wind sighed. “I probably would do the same. I can only image how they’d all react with the news that you were ten all this time.” Twilight would probably explode or something.

Four grimaced. “Yeah. They’d be insufferable.” He hesitated then, and looked up at Wind, grey eyes looking silvery in the sunshine. “Could you... not tell them?”

“What?” Wind startled, staring at him. “But...”

“Please?” Four pleaded, eyes wide, and he looked so much like Aryll in that moment that Wind found himself physically incapable of saying no.

“Okay, okay,” he grumbled, visions of finally not being treated like the youngest abruptly silenced. “I won’t say anything. But you can’t keep this a secret forever, Four.”

“I know,” Four said quietly, and set his head against Wind’s shoulder again. “It’s just... nice being treated like I’m capable for once.”

Wind sighed, and leaned back against the tree. “Yeah. I get it.”

Silence fell over them again, and Wind watched a few orangey leaves drift by, catching the sunlight and glowing like embers from a fire. Four’s shivering was easing more and more, and Wind had to resist the urge to begin petting his head again.

“Can we at least tell Wild it’s your birthday? Even if we don’t tell him what age,” Wind said after a bit, still watching the leaves. “Maybe he’d make you a cake.”

Four perked up at that, and Wind laughed at the expression on his face.

“I take it that’s a yes.”

“Absolutely,” Four nodded, smiling brightly. “I’ll risk dozens of age questions for some of Wild’s cake.”

Wind and Four both laughed, Four’s a little weak still, but hearty enough that Wind wasn’t too worried. But as Four curled up again with a yawn, Wind looked down at him, and made a promise.

Wind would look out for him. Subtly, and he wouldn’t be overbearing like Twilight or anything, but... he would keep an eye on him. Stick a little closer. Watch out for the smithy.

After all, he had a feeling Four would do the same for him if their roles were reversed.

[liamket]

@uniquevoidflowers

its been a while since i did smth whumpy.

ok so at first yes this was just going to be the drawing but some kind of ghost possessed me and now there are also words. so. enjoy the whump. (check the tags for warnings. not that graphic. i think. i wrote this in like 30 min. there's spoilers tho.)

‘Let’s go explore a little!’ he said. ‘It will be fun!’ he said.

This was far from fun. In fact, Legend was having zero fun.

Hyrule, sweet and friendly and kind of a dick but still his dear brother, wanted to explore a little around while the others prepared camp and invited him. Sure, letting the others to do all the work sounds good, but the veteran put the condition that they first will help around and then they could go for a walk.

Wild wanted to come with them too, but he was stopped by the rancher reminding him that they were out of pre-cooked food and needed to make dinner. Next time will it be Champion, sorry.

With that established both heroes leaved with Time telling them to be careful. The sound of chatter faded when they went deeper into the forest, and their own conversation went freely.

“Believe me! Octoroks are really annoying, they’re the worst” Hyrule complained, laughing lightly and bringing his hands up to exaggerate his frustration.

“Just a good shield and you can deflect their attacks? They’re not that thought” Legend counters, octoroks were just some silly octopus looking monsters, he was sure that they were food for some zora.

They kept bickering about this for a while, the calm ambient of the forest interrupted just by their presence and chatter.

Until there was a growl, and chaos started.

Legend was angry. Not at Hyrule, never him, he just wanted to walk and satisfy his instincts. He was angry at the moblin that decided to come pay a visit together with some bokos. They already finished with that camp! Why are there still monsters in this part of the forest?!

Never mind the implications of that, one of Hyrule’s moblins and Wild’s bokoblins were more important to deal with right now.

The bokoblins weren’t that big of a problem, two were black blooded, but they already were able to deal with them with ease now that they were used to their strength. The moblin is another story.

This one was faster, not like the one that was Time’s who was just overpowered. There was clearly more intelligence behind those eyes.

Its spears were precise, leaving Legend with some cuts on his face and one on his side.

“We need backup!” They couldn’t keep this for long, Legend’s joints were already aching from the little rest that he got after clearing that camp earlier.

He saw a fireball hit the moblin’s back, making it turn towards Hyrule with a snarl.

An idea came to his mind “Hyrule! Go to camp and call for the others, I’ll distract it! Fast!”

When a soft green light appeared in the traveler’s eyes gave Legend the confirmation that Hyrule knew what he was suggesting.

The veteran shot an arrow to the moblin making it turn back to him, giving Hyrule time to turn to his faerie form.

He saw the flicker of green light go behind the moblin, a soft bell-like sound being a contrast with the snarls of the monster.

Legend moved with his ice rod towards the moblin, ready to freeze it so they could have time so the others could arrive.

When he was about to use the magic item, a so-painfully-familiar sound of a bell was heard, loud and sudden.

The moblin obviously had noticed the bright green ball of light getting away, the one that just by mere bad luck was too close.

Two small wings, still small and young for a fairy, were coming out from the moblin’s fist, a green-ish blue liquid mixed with red dripping out of it to the floor.

There was a scream, if Legend wasn’t alone there he would have said that it came from someone else. His hand reached for his collar, grabbing one of the medallions and directing all his magic to it.

The ether medallion did its work, the moblin being hit with a powerful blast of electricity, the smell of burnt meat filling the area.

When the bastard didn’t move anymore he walked towards it, the wound on his side soaking his tunic and turning it a deeper shade of red, the color slowly spreading.

Legend looked at the hand of the monster, a little looser and letting see a little of what it had inside.

He wanted to throw up.

Bile didn’t come up his throat, the only thing coming out of it was a scream.

He shouldn’t have suggested this. He killed him.

[needfantasticstories]

Hi again, @twistedstoryteller!

Okay, LU recs off the top-ish of my head in a sort of organized-ish order:

AUTHORS!

Angst, Action, and Mixed:

Faerule and the No Good Very Bad Road Trip by ImperialKatwala, PolynomialPandemic is a great "Chain Meets Hyrule" fic.

@gintrinsic-writing is phenomenal. A gem. I love all of it, but check the tags to find ones you're comfortable with. AO3 Blood Like Yours is my personal favorite, and the sequel Like Fire in Your Veins by @pocketramblr are both about Hyrule's Blood Curse from Adventures of Link. M for Violence for most of them, but check tags to be sure. If you like it, consider also...

Protector of the Golden Power by Sillus Hyrule centric but he has a different secret.

@somer-writes has a lot of great short one shots, some darker than others. My personal favorite is a sort of character study of the boys at their lowest and how they recover called "Depletion"

For a Sliver of Sunlight by tirsynni: Warrior's dedication to his brothers makes him question his title as Hero.

What are You to a God Slayer by Secretlysheikah BAMF Sky

Brethren in a Cradle by Skyward_Arpeggio BABY!!!! It is adorable, if a bit sad at the start.

Always Darkest Before the Dawn (Linked Universe Whumptober 2023) by Skyward_Arpeggio because in general they don't go above T ratings and write excellent fics.

this year it taught me (lost and ambitious) by qar Also EXCELLENT writer. "Sky has a separate moment with each member of the team"

Whumptober 2023 by Arecaceae Great fics! Plus, "Each story will have warnings in the tags and the story notes as well as a 0-5 whump rating. The ratings will be relative to my writing, so my 5 might not be equivalent to someone else's 5. I don't write MCD, extreme gore, non-con, or extreme emotional angst."

Major's Whumptober 2023 by major_de_speed Major's are also quite clean despite the M rating which is more about the violence.

Linkeduniverse Shorts by Skyward_Arpeggio LU Short fics

A Royal Castletown Wedding by Skyward_Arpeggio This story is so good!!!!!!!!!

Whumptober 2022 by Arecaceae more great fics, rated T.

LU Whump Dump by UnexpectedStormy (ArtemiStorm)  need AO3 account to read, but worth it! Linked Universe Whumpy One-Shots, rated T.

There's one I'm missing, and when I find it I'll add it here. It involves a cursed magical artifact that Legend messes with... it's intense.

Fluffier Fics:

Frosty Reception by Skyward_Arpeggio "Four’s glad to finally be home again, and he’s not the only one happy at his return." Cute fic!

S’more Stories by Ginger375 "A collection of drabbles and mini-fics for LUtober! Day 31: Costumes"

Sentiment by Arecaceae

nine heroes, one spirit by Imjustherefortheangst, uncleskyrule (unclemoriarty) tons of great short fics, all with G-T ratings

Finding Family by Tashacee "AU where Wild's scars are a lot worse and he isn't used to interacting with people. The Chain think their new brother is dope af and are determined to make him feel at home."

My Heart's Forsaken Me by sister_dear "Four looses his sword in the heat of battle, and it's picked up by someone else... Time’s aren’t the only secrets coming to light, and the gang discovers they still have a thing or two to learn from each other."

Ambush at the Bridge by JinxedRuby Very action and healing oriented fic, multiple perspectives on one event.

Dark Clouds on the Horizon by CubanCracker62 "he Chain ends up in Wild's era shortly before the events of TotK."

There are worse ways to stay alive by EliotRosewater one shots rated T.

Crack Fics:

Misplaced Heroes by notOK this had me busting out laughing SO MANY TIMES!

Peak Gremlin Energy by defenestration_nation "Fics focusing on various Links being chaotic gremlins"

Not Necessarily LU, but Adjacent or just LoZ:

Blood of the Hero by Skye_the_Lofty_Nutcase: (Wild) Link's parents have to step in to save him when the Shrine of Resurrection gets damaged. His parents are so well written, and Abel makes appearances in LU-related/adjacent fics, The Many Misadventures of Dad Squad and Dad Squad AU by Nancyheart, Silver_Captain82403, Skye_the_Lofty_Nutcase

which is part crack and part angst, mostly lighthearted.

Don't Worry Man, I'm from the Yiga Clan: Link makes a Yiga friend due to being a delightful chaos gremlin.

Feature MCD... but might be worth it:

And Still the Cradle Blooms by Solistrix: GORGEOUS literary masterpiece. The writing is unreal. It's descriptions and emotions are incredible. This is more like finding the meaning in eventual death, so of the three here I suspect you'll like this one best as far as not being too hurt by the character's mentioned end.

This is an Adjuration: I'll be real, this is full of action and excitement but yes, it has MCD and is making me cry, but it's also REEEEAAALLY good!

Blood Drops on Roses by HotCheetohatred Fantastic storytelling! Wild centric, Twi is big brother but from day one of Wild's journey. Unreliable young Wild as narrator is an absolute delight. Unfinished, no MCD yet, but it's in the tags so no promises.

Modern AUs for not-big-on-modern-au fans:

As a fellow not-seeker of modern AUs, I personally have enjoyed the following

@skyward-floored Incredibles AU

Wild’s Wolf by HotCheetoHatred "Modern AU where young Wild is a feral forest child, raised by Wolf Twilight. He is captured, separated from Twilight, and put under observation. Time helps him escape." Unfinished, and I admit personal bias here because HotCheetoHatred is my BETA reader.

ARTISTS!!!

@ovegakart: amazing action, gut-busting humor, and captivating storytelling! Does comics

@la-sera: beautiful, ethereal, and gorgeous illustrations and a great storyteller, loves downfall duo but does every one of the boys justice

@dfanart: HILARIOUS and such heartfelt emotions on them boys.

@kikker-oma great art from fluff to whump to action

@1caru has so many fluffy LU gems!

@linderosse has a Zelda's meet AU, does LU, and much more!

@lele5429 great illustrations and abstract pieces of LU fanart.

@theecholegend hahaha... arson.

@ikaishere has so many cute LU ones.

@thepinklink fabulous LU character sketches

@hiimgin BIAS! I got to work with them and they are FABULOUS!

@pluviatrix has art for their fic And Still the Cradle Blooms

@cherrypaii has fantastic illustrations of these boys!

AND MANY, MANY MORE!

(Commenters, please add artists I forgot. I know there are a ton Im missing!!)

Hope this helps you feel welcome!

[six-improbable-things]

Okay, so in the past ~23-ish hours, I somehow managed to read every single page of @comicaurora. I was asleep for a solid portion of those hours. I regret none of this. (Chapters 1-11 got read from midnight to 2:40am, and then chapters 12-22 got read this afternoon, and then I read arc 2 so far this evening. (I say "evening". It's almost 11pm.))

I love every single person in the cast and I would die for all of them. (Kendal, Falst, and Erin being my faves. @sidebyside-withafriend was right that my type pretty much amounts to "whumpable men", hahaha. But honestly, I'm obsessed with ALL of them. Tess and Alinua, my beloveds. Dainix, sorry you're an egg right now buddy.)

The worst part though is that now I have to fucking WAIT. I'm used to reading things in 1-2 sittings max, and having to wait for pages to be doled out is going to kill me, aksjdaks. But hey, it's FINE. I'm FINE. Everything's FINE. (which, coincidentally is pretty much how things are going for the gang, so...)

But yk what, at least I know there's a fuckton of other people suffering along with me, ajsaksd. And I do love me some whumpy shit, which this comic is EXCELLENT at delivering. I truly can't recommend it enough.

[clementineofmine]

Not Looking for Happy (But Found it Anyway)

I've been writing this series of kinda stand-alone happy-fuzzy (or as close to that as my whumpy heart can get lol) Hargreeves-siblings-returning-to-their-timeline-and-figuring-their-shit-out epilogues for my Same Weird Family post S2 series for a while now and just posted the latest on A03 (hooray).

And, since we all live in the worst-timeline and maybe some of you could use a distraction as much as I could, I thought I'd put the latest chapter of Diego and Five eating breakfast up here on tumbles as well. Enjoy, and stay safe out there my friends...

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Diego was making eggs, concentrating on the way the whites bubbled in the cast iron skillet, when he heard soft footsteps approaching the kitchen. He glanced over his shoulder, and was mildly surprised to see that the footsteps belonged to Five. 

“Mornin’,” he greeted Five with a nod. Per tacit agreement, Diego pretended not to notice Five pretending not to notice Diego look him up and down, assessing his healing progress. Five had done a surprisingly adequate job of taking it easy over the last few weeks, and to everyone’s surprise he had even (mostly) tolerated Diego’s self-appointed role of charge nurse. 

Though they didn’t talk about it, Five had been in bad shape when they had arrived home. Diego wondered just how much Five remembered of that time, or ever thought about how close he might have been to not making it home at all. Between the abuse of his powers and the further abuse in Reginald’s dungeon, Five had emerged with the constitution and complaints of an old man, despite his previously healthy-ish teenage body. 

But that didn’t mean they had to talk about it. Just like they didn’t talk about how Diego’s broken nose was healing a little crookedly, or that he would carry an additional facial scar as a permanent reminder of his fight with Reginald. 

But today, things seemed to be looking brighter for both of them. Diego was pleased to see Five was standing squarely, if a bit stiffly, and most of the visible bruising had faded to pale shadows on his face and neck.

His assessment done, Diego returned his attention to the egg pan. Just in time too, as Lila didn't like her yolks runny (a preference that Diego thought bordered on the verge of obscene) but didn't like them hard either. 

Diego was pretty sure that she had made up the last preference just to be petty. Eggs should have a nice jiggle, like your ass in a nice pair of pants she had complained the last time he had overcooked them. 

“So what are you making?” Five asked, his tone a too-forced casual.

“Eggs,” Diego answered noncommittally, continuing to survey the eggs’ progress. He had heard from the others that Five was attempting small talk this week, and didn’t want to cut him off, but also wanted to avoid another reaming out from Lila.

“Hm,” Five said, and Diego could hear the frown in his voice. “Luther said you ate your eggs raw.”

“Luther’s a dumbass,” Diego retorted. 

They fell into silence again. 

He wasn't avoiding talking to Five, Diego kept telling himself as he used the spatula to pry up the eggs. 

“That wasn’t a no,” Five pointed out. “So why are you cooking them?”

Diego felt his lips pull up into a small, tight smile, not quite a grimace, but certainly not an expression that reached his eyes. “These are for Lila,” he explained, carefully maneuvering the perfectly cooked eggs out of the pan and onto a ceramic plate. 

“Oh,” Five said. “I see.”

Silence.

Diego felt a pang of guilt, sighed, then took pity on his brother still awkwardly standing in the doorway and waved him towards the table. “Sit down, Five. I'll make you some too. How do you like yours?”

“Not raw,” Five said dryly. 

As he wiped out the pan, Diego turned to Five and raised an eyebrow. “Come on, man. I already get enough shit from Lila.” 

Diego watched Five avoid his eyes, looking around the kitchen as if the answer would be found on one of the glass cabinets. 

“Over easy?” Five finally said. 

The way it was said, Diego was instantly certain that Five had picked a style at random. He felt a pang of frustration but kept his face carefully neutral. “Over easy,” he confirmed. Then, “You sure?”

As the words left his mouth, Diego remembered that Grace had always made scrambled eggs, so it was more than possible that Five had never been asked how he liked his eggs before. 

The way Five's lips suddenly set and his jaw tightened confirmed to Diego that he was right. 

“Look, it's not a big deal,” Diego backtracked. He turned back towards the stove, and added more butter to the pan. “Over easy it is.” 

A sudden jolt of panic hit Diego as he saw the plate of steaming eggs cooling next to the stove. “Hey, Five, you mind taking these up to Lila first?”

“Oh, uh, sure,” Five said. 

Once Five departed, Diego shook his head to clear his thoughts. He cracked six eggs into the browning butter in the pan. He looked at them, looked back at the package, frowned, then grabbed four more eggs and added them to the pan. 

Five was healing nicely, Diego mused, mentally checking through the list of Five’s injuries. He was on his way back to normal. But Diego also was very well aware that normal for Five Hargreeves wasn't something that he, anyone really, was familiar with. And would normal even be possible for a fifty-eight year old man stuck in a teenager’s body? Diego became again aware of the anxious knot that hadn’t left the pit of his stomach since they had found Five in Reginald’s basement. He knew he was driving Five, himself, hell everyone, nuts with anxiety. 

But he couldn't stop himself. 

Besides, Five had always driven Diego crazy: as a kid due to his overly competitive nature, and now, as an agent of chaos disrupting their lives. 

Five said it himself, he’s the four freakin’ horsemen, Diego recalled. And he was viscerally aware, more than the others, of the death that had followed in Five’s wake. 

Griddys. Patch. Kennedy. Dad (twice). 

How many countless others? 

Diego felt the knot twist in his stomach. He knew it was wrong, but it was hard not to blame Five for the destruction that they had all experienced. The chaos that seemed to follow him like a shadow. 

And Diego did feel a tiny bit justified being angry at Five’s antics. The killing sprees. Lying about the killing sprees. Normal people don’t act like that, Diego told himself. But he knew that didn’t justify blaming Five for everything else. 

Diego sighed and jiggled the eggs in the pan. What a fucked up family we are. But not so deep down Diego knew that he loved his fucked up family, and would hold onto them as long as he could. 

Even Five. 

And so Diego was doing what he could to take care of Five. Even though he knew it made him annoying as shit to himself and everyone else. 

Five came back into the kitchen just as Diego’s ruminations and the eggs were done. Diego shook his head to clear it, then divided the copious pile of eggs onto two plates. 

“Lila said ‘keep trying’, then some disgusting stuff that I’m not going to repeat,” Five smirked. 

Diego growled as he maneuvered the plates of eggs onto the table and went to grab forks. 

Five maneuvered himself into one of the chairs at the table. Interestingly, as he sat, Diego saw him lay a small package on the table. But he didn’t say anything about it, so Diego ignored it for now and simply slid a fork and a plate of eggs over to Five. 

“Goddamn it,” Diego muttered, clattering his own plate down on the table and taking a seat. “I've been making that woman eggs for weeks now and….She can make her own damn eggs next time.” Reaching for the salt and pepper shakers, he saw Five frowning at his plate. 

“Something wrong?” Diego asked, pepper shaker in hand. 

When Five ignored him, he kept talking. “Hey, look, Lila’s a limey idiot. These are good eggs.”

Five still said nothing. Diego continued adding his condiments, then shoveled a perfectly cooked egg into his mouth. They were good eggs. 

Five was still sitting motionless, now staring through the plate of eggs more than at it. 

“Something wrong?” Diego asked again, a new sense of unease limiting his enjoyment of the deliciously runny yolk. 

Five looked up, as if finally noticing Diego. He blinked, then shook his head. “No, I—nevermind.” He looked around the room again, as if seeing it for the first time. “Last time I was in here I, uh, used the stove as a bomb. It was—” he picked up his fork and stabbed at an egg. “—more kinetic than I expected.” 

Diego remembered witnessing the explosion from down the block. At the time, it had certainly been one hell of a distraction, and had given the Umbrellas the perfect cover to sneak into the Academy. “Well, we can’t all be perfect,” he scoffed. “Not even you.” 

Five’s face twisted. 

Immediately, Diego regretted the words. “Sorry,” he mumbled. 

Five’s mouth twitched again, but he said nothing. 

They ate in silence for a minute. “Lila’s wrong,” Five finally proclaimed through the last bite of eggs. 

“Come again?” Diego asked. 

“You do make good eggs.” 

“Uh,” Diego began, trying to hide his surprise. “Thanks,” he mumbled. He couldn't remember the last compliment he had gotten from Five. Hell, he couldn't remember ever getting a compliment from Five. 

Five reached down and slid the small package across the table to “Here. I got, well,” he amended. “I found something for you.”

Diego reached for the package. It was a small object, wrapped in yesterday’s newspaper. He unwrapped it carefully, feeling Five’s eyes watch him the entire time. 

When it was open, Diego placed the object on the table and simply stared at it. Then he looked up and stared at Five quizzically. 

“I thought,” Five began haltingly, “that you’d want to have it. A memento. To remind us that he’s finally gone for good.”

Diego looked down again at Reginald’s monocle. It somehow seemed to be staring back at him, which was creepy, so Diego palmed it, squeezing his hand around the glass and metal. It was cold, colder than Diego would have expected. “Where did you find this?” he demanded. 

Five shrugged and looked embarrassed. “There’s a secret compartment under dads liquor shelf. I saw it in the, uh, Sparrow Timeline. Thought it might be here, too.” 

“I…” Diego picked up the monocle and dangled it from his fingers, frowning at it. “Five, I threw this monocle into the river after Dad died.”

Five blinked, looked uncomfortable for a moment, then shrugged it off. “Reginald probably had a spare.” 

Diego twisted the monocle between his fingers and considered the idea. 

“Either that or we’re in a different timeline.”

At those words, Diego looked up sharply.

“I’m kidding, Diego,” Five said with a hint of a smile. Then, the smile transformed into a concentrated frown. “Well, maybe…the temporal math…hmm, it's not impossible…”

As Five rambled, Diego inspected the monocle. It was still cold, and he thought it was very odd that it hadn’t picked up any body heat from his hand. In fact, Diego realized that he now felt a chill in his fingers, as if something was draining the heat out of them.

On a whim, he put the monocle up to his eye and looked through it.

Immediately the world shifted and Diego’s stomach lurched. He squinted through the glass and panned around the room, frowning at seeing what had just been formerly functional kitchen appliances replaced by broken equipment and debris.

But when he looked up from the monocle, the image was gone.

He turned to Five, intending to interrupt his incoherent monologue to point out what he just saw. Yet the words died on his lips when Diego caught a glimpse of Five through the monocle’s glass. 

Where Five was sitting, Diego saw an old man with weathered cheeks and a scraggly beard. Diego blinked, and the image shifted to that of another stranger, another old man, this one impeccably dressed in a vintage suit. A pistol was expertly laid out on the table in front of him. 

Diego blinked again, and other versions of Five appeared through the monocle:

Five as a young adult, wearing a ripped and ratty version of Dad's hunting outfit, Diego’s own knife harness strapped to his gaunt frame. 

Five, still young and skinny, in a dirtier version of the Academy uniform. 

Then, the scene changed slightly and the uniform was clean, but blood spattered. 

The perspective warped dizzyingly, and suddenly this version of Five stood over Diego clutching an axe, his face contorted into a feral grin. Diego’s felt his heart palpitate as he looked up into Five’s eyes, glinting with madness, staring straight down into his own. 

Diego blinked rapidly, and the monocle responded with more visions. 

Five in suits and rags, his hands clutching weapons, briefcases, or unidentifiable objects. 

Five in a Sparrow Academy uniform, a black eye and a bloody lip complementing the ensemble.

At one point Diego could swear he saw a woman's face, with blond hair and a kind smile. But he blinked again, and the vision was gone.

Diego wasn't sure how long he was captured by the spell of the monocle, blinking through what seemed like an almost infinite number of portraits of Five.

“Diego? Diego?”

Suddenly Diego saw a familiar version of Five: Five as a child again, a young child who wore a frown too old for his face, his eyes pleading with Diego. 

With effort, Diego ripped the monocle away from his eye. For a moment, the world swam, then snapped back into focus.

“Diego?” Five said again, his voice tinged with impatience. “Are you okay?”

Diego stuffed the monocle into his pocket. “Uh, yeah,” he said. “I'm fine. Thanks for the present.” 

Five worked his jaw like he was going to say something, but Diego decided to quickly change the subject. “So, do you want to train sometime?”

The non-sequitur caught Five off guard and he raised an eyebrow. 

“I mean, you’re almost healed,” Diego explained. “And I don't know what you did at the Commission…and I know you’re probably not at your peak, but…” he trailed off. “Look if I were you I'd be itching to get back in the gym,” Diego admitted. “And I started boxing again so…”

“Diego, are you asking me to fight you?” Five asked, the corner of his mouth twitching. 

Diego rolled his eyes. “I mean you don't have to spar with me or anything. Luther used to, but it's fine there's plenty of people at the gym. For someone of your age—”

The words dried up in Diego’s mouth as his memory superimposed the older versions of Five in his vision. Diego instinctively felt the monocle in his pocket. He could feel the coolness even through the cloth. “There's older…I mean younger…” Diego threw up his hands in frustration. “Fuck, I don't know how damn old you're supposed to be, Five!”

Five’s raised eyebrow went even higher, and the corner of his mouth twisted into wry amusement. He seemed to be relishing Diego's discomfort. He held the beat for a moment, then turned serious. “Sparring with you would be fine, Diego. I think….I think I'd enjoy that,” Five admitted. 

Before Diego could say anything, he continued. “I mean, as long as you don't mind your friends watching you get your ass handed to you by someone who looks like…” Five trailed off and gestured to his body. 

“Oh, I don't mind,” Diego said, leaning over the table and looking Five in the eye. He flashed him a ruthless smile. “Because, you see, that is never going to happen.”

Five stared back at him. For a moment, Diego could have sworn he saw that glint of madness flash in his eyes, and his adrenaline spiked.

But just as quickly the moment was gone, and only his brother remained. Five flashed Diego a wide, sardonic smile. “Challenge accepted.”

[seasons-beatings]

Season's Beatings 2024!

HA-HA-HA-happy holidays, whumpers!

It's that time of year again! This is the official announcement post for the second (or third, if you count the year of Saint Whumpolas) run of my holiday whump exchange event Season's Beatings!

Hi! If you don't know me, my name is Puck, formerly known as Piper, formerly known as Saint Whumpolas, and currently known as something completely different! I run this event every year (ish) to spread a little joy and fun through the whump community for the holidays.

Season's Beatings is a whumpy gift exchange!Participants will be paired up with two other whumpers- one to make a gift for, and one who will be making a gift for them. Then, on a specified day-just like last year, we're doing December 30 this year-I'll pop into your inbox to deliver your gift! Gifts can be just about anything- writing, art, moodboards, photos of your pet crocodile holding a knife...all right, maybe not that last one. Crocodiles prefer guns.

Official rules and the sign-up sheet will be arriving either tomorrow or the next day! I'm so excited to see what wintery whump the community makes for each other this year!

[faiell]

thank you @astralrainn for the ask!!

oohooho voyeur harry. i wrote this a while back before i had published any fic on ao3. there's not really a plot, just a basic whumpy premise - harry moves to a new muggle flat in a seedy-ish part of town, next to a bar or something. it happens to have a balcony or a fire escape overlooking an alleyway where he happens to see draco night after night, having hookups with a bunch of anonymous muggle men who treat him horribly. completely indulgent...

very rough excerpt so you get the jist:

after, malfoy always lights a cigarette. harry breathes in the smoke. one of these nights he'll go down there, he thinks as he tucks his own spent cock back into his pants. he'll go down there, share a fag, watch the smoke curl around malfoy's mouth. have a taste, make it so he's not so quiet anymore. kiss him and touch him better than those other men, until it's his name malfoy's choking on.

thank you @hoko-onchi-writes for the ask!!

this one was actually my very first attempt at writing a fic, but it didn't go anywhere, possibly bc i had no idea what i was doing!

post-war, harry hasn't been seen in public for years. he's depressed, lonely, and he's become super anxious about the spotlight. he can't believe he's let it get this far.

teddy turns 11 - harry wants to take teddy shopping for supplies for his first year at Hogwarts. he goes to diagon under glamour.

they go to madame malkin's. there, he runs into draco, who is freshly returned to britain from france, where he's owner of his own fashion brand. harry finds out that he's doing a collab with malkin to completely redesign the hogwarts' school uniforms.

draco's return to the british wizarding world is not being received well at all. malkin's gets trashed in protest and people refuse to dress their children in the new uniforms. so he starts trying to convince harry to come back into the public eye and put his support behind the collab as brand ambassador or something.

the rest would probably be a straightforward slowburn through their new, mutually beneficial relationship. but like, really they just want an excuse to spend time with each other and make out :)

i wanted harry's aversion to the public be due to a huge scandal from years ago, where a politician cheated on his wife with harry and it got revealed. that tidbit i kept and put into a different fic!

[whumpdoyoumean]

Happy International Fanworks Day!🎉

To celebrate, here are some of my favorite fics (all on Ao3). Go give 'em a read!

+Misunderstandings + Pizza Margherita by @elspirito23 --My dear dear sister wrote this. She's the one that got me into fic and introduced me to the term 'whump'. This is one of my favorites by her! It's a Man From UNCLE fic, with Napoleon whump, Illya guilt, and a nice dose of fluff. I love it so much!

+And on the seventh... by Dorinda --A Master and Commander Jack Aubrey/Stephen Maturin fic wherein they both go overboard during a battle and end up stranded on an island together. It's very well written and whumpy, and seems meticulously researched with lots of cool little details.

+The Forest Primeval by athena_crikey --An Endeavour whump fic! This is one of the very first fics I read on Ao3 and holds a special place in my heart. The characterizations are great and the whump is v good!

+The Ex by Marchling --911 Bucktommy Buck Whump fic! It's very good whump. And there was recently(ish) a second chapter added, so you get to read about it from both Buck and Tommy's POV which is super neat!

+Who are the Wolves in your Head? by LittleDarlingXOX --This was one of my favorite fics over on ff.net back in the day, and I recently discovered that it's on Ao3 as well! It's got Dick Grayson whump (hell yeah) and Jason Todd angst, it's sooo good! Sad and lovely!

+Lazarus Syndrome by Miss_Six --This Pacific Rim fic isn't overly whumpy, but it's very, very good. A super interesting take on the Drift. Super lovely fic with good Raleigh angst!

+sometimes the short end of the stick is the sharpest by @cartwrong --Slow Horses has been a unique experience for me in terms of fandom, in that I got in very early, and it's one of the smaller fandoms I've been in--and also one of the most active! And a large percentage of us like to put River Cartwright through it (and by it I mean hell, sorry River). This fic is no exception. The characterizations are on point and the whump is great!

+It's the Perfect Time of Year (Somewhere Far Away From Here) by @deepwoundsandfadedscars --Though I've never played it myself, as a preteen I used to watch my big brother play Uncharted in the hopes of there being some Nathan whump. This fic not only delivers on the Nathan whump, it packs a hell of an emotional punch. It's gorgeous and heart-wrenching, an intimate look at grief. Very good. <3

[goes-whump-in-the-night]

served fresh daily

Synopsis: Nyma gets served for dinner.

Content Warnings: mer whump, captivity, bound, pleading, threat of dismemberment, knives, cannibalism-ish (consumption of a partially humanoid species), implied noncon & abuse

Author's Notes: Did I watch a video on how to filet a fish while writing this? Maybe so. Anyway, happy whumpy Mermay - Nyma may be back if someone feels generous enough to take home the leftovers <3

Nyma had been lying on the wooden board, her body stretched out beneath burning bright lights, for only a few minutes, before humans started filtering into the room. For hours before that, she had been stuck in a small glass tank, not even long enough to accommodate the full length of her tail.

Cramped in that unerring darkness, the merfolk had been left with only her own thoughts to keep her company, each one taunting her with worse and worse scenarios about what would happen to her when those cutting nets and calloused hands came for her once again.

After all, she had been raised on horror stories from her people of what could happen when they were stolen away from their home waters.

Stories of merfolk put on display or used as living trophies to impress on others their captors' wealth and prestige.

Stories of merfolk kept for the personal company and satisfaction of humans, regardless of how incompatible they may be.

Stories of merfolk washing up shores, mangled and bound in human trash, left to slow and painful deaths at the hands of the elements as they begged the uncaring tides to take them home.

Nyma had considered all those possibilities and more, coupled with every warning her mother had ever given her about venturing too close to the surface ringing in her mind while she had awaited her fate.

And yet the reality she was confronted with was somehow worse than any of those.

"Welcome - come, sit, make yourselves at comfortable!"

Nyma stared up helplessly at the human who had addressed the arriving ones - a tall, broad man in pristine, white clothing. With the four, thick plastic bindings holding her in place on the board - one each for her tail, hips, and neck, and one pinning both her wrists above her head - she was limited even in how far she could look around, but she could see the knife in his hand, flashing against another blunt piece of metal as he spoke.

He was smiling too.

"Mostly returning faces here - I love that, it means we're doing our job right - but a few new ones too," the man said. As he did, a pair of other humans emerged from behind him, a small stack of white plates in each one's hands.

While they moved around the table deftly, setting a plate down in from of each of the arriving guests as they sat, the man in white continued on, "I suspect all of you have an idea of what you're here for - this isn't the kind of restaurant you wind up in by accident after all - but let me walk you through what exactly will be happening for dinner tonight, so everyone can enjoy the meal without any unpleasant surprises. And don't worry, if at any point you feel uncomfortable, you're free to step away and your portions will be reserved for you."

Nyma tried to speak then. She tried to beg, Please - please let me go, I don't want to be here, please, don't do this to me -

But above the water, all that came out of her were some high frequency shrieks that incited laughter and amused chatter from the humans sitting around the table. The closest one, a woman in a slip of a glittering golden dress, was bold enough to reach out and experimentally stroke the skin of her bound arm.

"Ah yes, a timely reminder - if your table would prefer not to hear from the entree over the course of your meal, we do have the equipment to gag her mouth," the man offered to his guests. "A personal choice, of course. Some prefer to dine with fewer interruptions, while others believe it heightens the experience to hear their cries."

Nyma's heart raced as the humans around the table discussed ("Trust me, you're not getting your money's worth unless you hear her." "Well, how loud does she get, exactly?") whether or not to silence her. Frightened by the woman's touch, she tried to wiggle her body, pull her arms away, thrash her tail, but there wasn't an inch of give to her efforts. She could have no way of knowing the absolute surety of her bindings was one of the selling points at this $10k a plate event.

"We'll let her 'talk' for now, and see how we're feeling after a few rounds," offered one of the diners eventually.

"Of course, happy to oblige," the man in white said, and Nyma's attention snapped back to him as he set down his blunt metal tool, and then began to point and gesture with his knife. "So, tonight, I have the honor of serving you fresh, wild-caught Atlantic merfolk. This is a female specimen, caught just this morning - "

Please! Please don't do this, Nyma tried to call to him, to any of the diners. The knife flashed over her head, and the man in white came to rest its tip over the top of her tail.

"I'll be performing a live filleting of your entree right before you, so you can enjoy your dinner at the absolute peak of freshness."

I'll go straight home - I won't tell any of my people what happened, Nyma cried, eliciting more chuckles from the crowd. Just let me go!

"You'll be served in one-ounce portions - without accompaniments at first, to encourage you to enjoy the natural flavors, then with sauces and additional preparation options made available as we progress."

You can't do this! You're monsters! Monsters, monsters, monsters! Please, I want to go home!

"I'll be serving you from the front-right flank of the subject, taking flesh in roughly one-pound increments. Of course, how much I cut tonight will depend on your appetites, but it's not unusual for a party of this size to go through 6-7 pounds."

Nyma simply started screaming, pitiful sounds without meaning - anything she could do to earn the sympathy of even one of these humans.

The man in white glided his knife down the center of her tail, rattling it against her scales. "There will be some amount of distress from the entree as we serve her, but as the research shows, mer have significantly fewer pain receptors in their tails - with some suggesting they don't even truly perceive pain the same as humans. And again - we do have the gags available if it does grow too distracting for anyone."

Her body was wracked with sobs as all the efforts seemed only to whet the appetites of the waiting diners and make them watch her even more intently. This couldn't be happening. This couldn't be happening. Seeing herself dismembered pound by pound, her living flesh prepared and consumed right before her eyes - to be made subject to such depravity and brutality -

How could even humans be so cruel?

"Obviously, there will be some amount of mer left over at the end of the night, and to avoid waste, there are two paths generally taken afterwards. We can either send her home with one of you, usually do the highest bidder if there are multiple interested parties, or we finish butchering her tonight, after which point you and others will be able to bid on the remaining flesh and have it shipped overnight. Now, before we begin, any questions?"

"Nope - just excited to see you at work again," one of the humans chimed in. "Your guys always bring in the best meat."

Meat, Nyma cried to herself. They've turned me into meat.

"That's very kind of you, sir," the man in white said with a smile. "So I won't keep you in suspense any longer. Let's all see that beautiful, red flesh."

And as he leaned over her body, and as the diners leaned in to witness his work, Nyma could only watch in horror and cry in unintelligible pain as he made the first expert decision, and the knife began to carve her apart.

[whump-on-a-string]

His name is Dallan and he suffers frequently but always springs back from it. Lives in a not-super-historically accurate fantasy victorian-era-ish inspired world with magic, elves, werewolves, vampires, etc. :)

Will take your coat at the door and then serve you tea.

I posted some whump art of him and was not anticipating any number of reblogs but since it's gotten more than like 5 notes I will share some more info on my old blorbo. He's usually my go-to character if I want to draw something whumpy.

I made him in 2011 for RP with a friend & the poor bastard's been shot, poisoned, & has had attempts made on his life at least twice because his friend (my RP pal's OC) had a lot of enemies after him so Dallan tended to get caught up in all of the chaos. ...If anyone wants to make silly OC blorbos together feel free to hmu.

[uwingdispatch]

Ya girl ended up in the kriffin hospital again. Knew I’d curse myself writing all those fanfics with whumpy hospital scenes. Thankfully it was a kidney stone and not the eleventeen billion things that I thought were wrong with me and possibly killing me. But I’ve been here since Friday afternoon and am likely to be released tomorrow. (Longer stay than normal for kidney stones because of my complex history with kidneys of doom.)

I’m an American who currently doesn’t have health coverage so any support right now is so so so appreciated. Even if that just means sharing some of my posts about recent products.

I swear one of these days I’m going to get my shit together. Kidneys were like…yeah, not anytime soon though. (Which is nice of them since my kidneys tried to literally delete me in 2015.)

I am lucky ish in that I did not have to pass the stone(s?) but had them lasered and—and I quote—“blown up like the Death Star.” If you ever meet a normal urologist, DM me. I want to hear about it. (Steve was pretty okay.)

Shop is here. Love y’all!

[w4nd3r3r123456]

Do you have any recommendations for whumpy movies or shows?

OH OH OH YES-ISH!!! Okay,

Supernatural

MERLIN

Coldwater (the movie)

One Way

Teen wolf has a bit

Natsume (Anime)

YUH, not ordered based on the amount of whump, just whatever popped into my head :P.

[tare-anime]

Finally I finished reading Eyes Only the english translations.

The highlight of this book for me? Endo and Lin's commentary 🤣🤣🤣👏👏

It is very interesting to see that I get the impression that out of all Forgers, Endo loves Yor the most (but it's highly probable that I'm biassed. Duh!!)

I mean, we know that Endo loves strong female - fighting heroines. Especially if we look at Endo's previous works. Like the two serialization: Tista and Gekka Bijjin. Both has strong female heroines as the leader. And then, his one shots also featured female leads. Perhaps only his latest one shots: Ishi ni Usubeni (the one with Medusa kid which later become Anya's prototype) and I spy (the prototype of spy x family) that featured male character as leads.

No wonder Endo can creates so many amazing female characters in spy x family. (Not that the sxf male characters are bad. Far from it!)

But it warm my heart when Endo shows that Yor was the longest he took in creating the character design. (And I also notice that Endo loves to draw Yor in so many cute outfits and accessories 🥰 and also seems to get hurt the most for my whumpy needing souls delightment #ahem)

At the same time, the badass yet cute and naive Yor is the one character that he got trouble the most to develop!

I still remember back then, when we were still at chapter 38-39 ish, Endo did have more breaks than usual, chapters that is focuses on side characters like Damian, Bond, Yuri, Sylvia (short mission), Frankie, all that make the small fandom fans 'restless' for the "too many fillers chapters"

And then there was a tweet of him telling the fans to be patient, because he was planning something.

And then, BAM!! Chp. 43 dropped. A Franky and Yor chapter, that end with Yor getting a call from Shopkeeper. Yes, the chapter we just got the anime episode (ep. 29!)

The small fandom at that time was going ferall over "Garden" name drop. And keep chanting "Yor arc Yor arc Yor arc Yor arc!!"

And then BAM!!! We got one of the best arc ever: Cruise Arc.

With that one gorgeous Yor ilustration that make the small fandom around the world decided 4-6th April to become Yor's day. On the spot.

It's one amazing experiences, ngl.

So if one asked me whether Yor has been pushed to the back, I dare say no.

It's just writing an interesting assassins plot is difficult.

Especially in a story where everything is grey.

WISE is described as the "good" guy who tries in all their might to stop the war. (But are they really? Why are they snooping around inside other country? And why are they badmouthing Ostania?)

SSS is described as the "bad" guy cause they oppressed their own people and manipulate young energetic talent as Yuri to serve them. (But what if it is needed to keep 'peace' from the rebels which of course can be found everywhere in a freshly stopped war country?)

A good story can work with two opposing sides going head to head.

But then there's Garden. Where are their position? A story about three way "war" can be difficult to tell, overly complicated, and too much. On one side, Garden can't be the "good" side because they murder people. But they can't be "bad" either if the people they murder are the bad guys. However who to tell which one is good which one is not?

And most important, how to make Yor as a protagonist that is not a villain.

That's hard.

So, judging from the past experiences (when Endo took more breaks than usual), plus this amazing detail analysis by @itsmaferart, I dare say Endo is cooking another Yor or Garden centric arc, after the Eden and SSS vs WISE.

I have high hope for this. 😁😁😁😁

So we shall wait and see.....

Tldr; I think Endo loves Yor. He is preparing for something awesome for her. and I'm not complaining. 🤣🤣🤣🤣