#whumpy galaxy

[whumpy-galaxy]

I’ve decided I’m gonna bring back Of Monsters And Men (completely redone)

Might make a new series and start writing again… maybe plan it all out beforehand too. I think that could be fun.

[nevesmose]

Meteor, Trailing Light

Not a request - this one's all on me. Reading Dunmeshi and thinking about how Mithrun has enough vague similarities to Fulgrim that his story arc almost-but-not-quite scratches the itch for a sort of whumpy hurt/comfort style redeemed Fulgrim story. And then, as if by magic... (Title taken from the same poem McNeill used for The Reflection Crack'd because I'm a huge fucking nerd.)

Even now he remains the Phoenician, beloved by all and the star around which his warriors orbit.

Fulgrim found it strange to be dead.

And yet that was what had happened, as far as the galaxy at large knew. The traitor Fulgrim slain in single combat by his own best-loved brother Ferrus Manus. Simply one more dead heretic in a galaxy bursting at the seams with them.

The truth, as was so often the case, differed slightly. At the final moment Ferrus Manus had stayed his hand and settled for capturing Fulgrim instead.

Once he was under observation it hadn't taken the Iron Hands long to deduce the connection between him and the cursed Laer blade and, abhorrent as it was to their rational sensibilities, to begin a process of what a more spiritually-inclined observer might have called exorcism.

When their efficient disassembly of the body failed to root out the infection, they had moved on to his mind instead.

He was grateful that he remembered so little of it, except for the sensation of the perfect white silk of his hair falling away as it was shorn off and the high-pitched squeal of a chirurgical saw biting into his skull.

"He may not survive damage to the brain of this magnitude," the cold, artificial voice of a techpriest had announced.

"He's strong enough," came the reply. His brother's voice, organic but infinitely colder. "Burn it out of him."

"My lord Primarch, even if he lives the neurological effects are beyond our ability to determine. His recall and cognition may be permanently altered."

"Understood," Ferrus had growled. "Do it."

He had relearned how to walk, in the end. How to talk and read and write, to feed and clean and dress himself. The medicae had told him his recovery was vastly quicker and more complete than could be expected of any mortal, or even an Astartes.

His hair had grown back dishwater grey and the physical damage was mitigated as far as possible by whatever therapies and augmetics could be adapted to the body of a Primarch, but the gaps in his memories and mental capabilities still lurked around him like ghosts, eager to drag him down at any moment.

How many Astartes in a legion? How to tie the laces of a boot? Sometimes the shame and humiliation of not knowing, of having to need help with such things, made him weep. He had been the Phoenician once. The guiding star to an army of superhumans.

Ferrus had been a constant presence, sitting at his bedside for what felt like days at a time. They had spoken often of the past, over and over again, Ferrus telling him the stories of his own exploits to try to reconnect the burned-away neurons into something approaching a memory.

There had been a smithing competition between them, apparently. Three months at work beneath Mount Narodnya on Terra itself. Ferrus had brought him what he said was Fulgrim's own creation, the great warhammer Forgebreaker, and although Fulgrim had looked at it and appreciated the skill and effort of his past self it simply did not register with him.

He had apologised to Ferrus for not remembering and been sure that it was the first time he had ever seen the Primarch of the Iron Hands cry.

Ferrus often spoke with him about the war, too. The war was going badly. Fulgrim knew with an instinct that must have been imprinted on him at the moment of his creation that the presence of another Primarch on the battlefield, even one so irreparably damaged, could mean the difference between survival and annihilation.

So, like a distant comet being drawn back to its star, he would return to war. When his recovery was deemed to be as complete as it would ever be, he was presented with a suit of black Iron Hands power armour trimmed in dark purple, accompanied by a newly-forged replica of the lost Fireblade.

When he left his chambers Ferrus was waiting for him, clad in his own black warplate.

"One of us is going to have to change," Fulgrim said flatly.

Ferrus chuckled. "It's good to see you like this again, Fulgrim. Come with me. I have something to show you."

"Am I to be an Iron Hand now?" he asked as they walked together, gesturing to his armour.

"If you want. Nobody will care if my closest general happens to be taller than average or look different to the rest of my Legion. There are far worse things happening in the galaxy right now, brother."

Fulgrim slowed to a halt, prompting Ferrus to stop as well.

"Am I still your brother, Ferrus? Even now?"

Ferrus didn't say anything at first, instead favouring him with one of the monumental metal-handed shoulder pats he seemed to reserve for those closest to him.

"You'll always be my brother," he replied. "You're still the only one of the bastards I can stand."

"A truly great honour," Fulgrim smiled.

They moved out onto a raised dais at one end of a large ceremonial chamber liberally decorated with Iron Hands iconography, in the sense that a certain amount of Iron Hands iconography not strictly required for the room's structural integrity was present.

In front of them stood a contingent of black-armoured Iron Hands, a few companies in total, whose plate bore the same dark purple trim as Fulgrim's along with a variety of hoods and cloaks in the same colour.

Fulgrim knew that before, he would have been able to come up with some witty, cutting remark at a time like this. He had even watched old pict footage of himself doing it until the sight of the beautiful, shining Phoenician he'd once been had become too much to bear.

It was so hard for him to get words out now, or sometimes even just to put his thoughts in sufficient order. He settled for a quizzical look at Ferrus instead, who just raised his eyebrows in an expression that on any other face would have looked downright mischievous.

"Iron Phoenixes!" he called out, striding forward. "Remove your helmets!"

In one smooth, well-drilled motion the ranks of Astartes pulled back their hoods and took off their plain black helmets to reveal a sea of white hair and violet eyes, all fixed on Fulgrim.

He realised with a sharp pang of grief that he didn't recognise any individual faces among them, but the overall resemblance was undeniable.

Tears came unbidden to Fulgrim's remaining eye. His sons. Tired, scarred, and far, far too few in number, but nevertheless his sons.

"They followed me?" he asked.

"Of course they did," Ferrus said quietly. "You're the star they orbit around, brother. They would follow you anywhere."

He recalled, hazily, or perhaps just assumed, that in the past he would have remained above them and made some lengthy declamation, most likely about the perfection of the III Legion and its primarch.

It would be beyond laughable to do that now, and in any case he lacked the breath in his lungs and the fluent command of words for such a performance. The moment called for something else.

Slowly, carefully, Fulgrim descended from the dais to stand at the same level as his Astartes. They watched him intently. Even now, broken and diminished as they all were, they still looked instinctively to him with trust and, one could even say, faith.

The sensation was, of all things, humbling. He was sure he would never have thought of it that way before.

"Welcome home," Fulgrim said, holding out his arms to his sons. As if at some mutually-agreed signal the Astartes broke formation and surged towards him, eager to be close to their Primarch, to affirm his survival and their own despite everything.

After what felt like hours, Fulgrim was finally able to extricate himself from the throng of his sons and return to Ferrus, whose craggy features gave every appearance of satisfaction at the reunion he'd arranged.

"Thank you, Ferrus," he said. "Truly. But I have to ask - the Iron Phoenixes, really?"

Ferrus shrugged. "Well, I thought it was a good name. You're welcome to change it to something more artistic if you like."

Fulgrim looked at his sons contemplatively. The Iron Phoenixes, perhaps.

"Let me think about it," he said. "We might just be stuck with it."

[whumpees]

Dune part 1 & 2 whump list

Synopsis: A noble family becomes embroiled in a war for control over the galaxy's most valuable asset while its heir becomes troubled by visions of a dark future.

Whumpee: Paul Atreides played by : timothée chalamet

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Part 1 (2021) (2h:35m)

00:24:25-00:28:30 forced to kneel (by superpower), asked to put his hand in a box that causes "pain" and a needle pointed at his neck so if he removes his hand he will be killed, grunting loudly in pain and told "silence!", shaking and his face goes red from the pain, moaning, teary eyes, heavy breathing, hand shaking after he removed it from the box, teary eyes

01:05:45-01:07:10 starts hearing voices (he gets visions), drops to his knees, dazed, someone picks him up and snaps him out of it to run

01:11:00-01:11:44 in his vision: gets stabbed, drops to his knees, blood on his hand from the wound

01:25:00 wakes up tied up (been kidnapped but didn't show it)

01:28:15-01:29:15 slapped in the face, punched in the gut and told to shut up, pushed against his seat

01:37:50-01:40:00 shaking, sweating, coughing, having visions, dazed, tears falling from his eyes, scared and frantic saying a war is coming as he watches the future in his visions

02:18:00-02:19:10 in his vision: gets stabbed, falls to the ground

02:22:05-02:25:12 in a fight, bleeding nose, hit and falls to the ground, emotional that he killed someone (his first kill)

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Part 2 (2024): (2h:46m) not out on the internet yet

Timing here might not be exact

At the beginning of the movie he wakes up on the ground. a vision i guess

00:48:00 Having a nightmare

01:47:45 Crying

01:51:40 Drinks poison, unconscious on the floor, weak vitals, wakes up sweaty & pale, slapped really hard by love interest

02:27:50 In a fight, falls twice, head bleeding, stabbed, knife stuck in his stomach, panting, stabbed in the chest, pulls the knife out of his chest & moans in pain, limping

I went to the cinema just to see him whimper in pain and pass out and all i got was nothing 🙂 both movies were not whumpy at all plus sooooo boringgggg

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

Stargate SG-1 Fanfiction Rec List

for @jhxpper

On AO3

(including some tags provided by authors in lieu of all of them for the sake of space. My apologies if some of these authors have tumblrs I'm not aware of)

He Can Be Very Charming by Amphytrion (@amphytrionwrites) (T, Sam/Jack, semi canon compliant)

Diary of a Cat by samsg1 (T, Sam Carter/Jonas Hansen (not the focus, doesn't last) and Sam Carter & Schrodinger the cat, suprisingly canon compliant for a fic about a cat)

Offspring by TheLionessWrites (E, Sam/Jack, Medical Rape/Non-Con)

Stop the World from Spinning by lemonfluff (@itslemonfluff) (E, Sam/Jack, Twister AU)

Stimulating by Amphytrion (T, Sam/Jack, AU)

The Freshman by NewCrayons (T, Sam/Jack, so much trope, at least 90% fluff)

Knocked Up by Akamaimom (T, married Sam/Jack, humor, romance)

Scent by GWhite (G, Sam/Jack)

Dreamlike by captain_sassy_sock (@captain-sassy-socks) (M, Sam/Jack, fluff, cabin fic)

Coffee and a Snack by lemonfluff (T, Sam/Jack, inspired by He Can Be Very Charming)

Across the Galaxy by TheiraVShade (@theiravshade) (T, Sam/Jack, episode tags)

Flannel Nightgowns and Other Strategic Conundrums by Akamaimom (T, Sam/Jack, newlyweds, humor)

Under Pressure by samsg1 (M, Sam/Jack, heavy angst)

The Teddy Bear by Caladenia (G, Sam/Jack, established relaitonship, fluff)

Overheating by Koken (E, Sam/Jack)

The Fine Print by Nazmuko (T, Sam/Jack, tragedy, finding their way back to each other)

Proper Care and Feeding of Your Astrophysicist by CoraClavia (G, Sam/Jack)

The Hard One by XWingKC (T, Sam & Jack, PTSD)

Christmas at Jack's by GWhite (T, Sam/Jack, family, fluff)

Perfect Strangers by MWard01 (M, Sam/Jack, enemies to loves, PTSD, therapy)

Scar by JX27 (T, Sam/Jack, whump, slow burn, light angst)

Nothing Is Not An Option by captain_sassy_socks (T, Sam/Jack, tag to Threads)

Pete's Parts by GWhite, XWingKC (M, Sam/Pete, Sam/Jack, Whump) (I consider this humor, but it's not tagged as such)

See Them Aliens by outoftheseashesrising (G, Sam/Jack, humor)

Swing and a Miss by Mini_Goat (@jedimastergoat) (T, Sam/Jack, fluff)

Tease(r) or Lure by writingherhope (T, Sam/Jack, AU, sex shop, fishing)

Pretty much anything by Amphytrion, Akamaimom, GWhite, lemonfluff, and captain_sassy_socks and you're good to go.

I also have a collection of Stargate SG-1 (various Sam/Jack, AUs, and fluff) stories on AO3 under Sacastic_Science_Fiction_Writer

On FF.net

superposition of eigenstates by nostalgia (Sam/Jack, whumpy)

Hell Hath No Fury by Strixvaria25 (dark!Sam AU)

Homecomings by Evilgoddss (Fun team rescuing Sam fic)

[random-whump-2004]

Ok whumpy friends I have a weird question. I have noticed that alot of the sitcoms of the 90s don't have alot of whump but does anyone know of ANY whumpy moments from dhrama and greg. Emotional or physical. It's been so long since I've watch it and thomas gibson does such good whump moments.

@aceofwhump @99point9percentwhump @whumpster-dumpster @whumphoarder @whumpygifs @whump-galaxy @whumpslist

[mostthingskenobi]

CASSIAN'S RECKONING - Chapter 7: The Salt

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Jyn needs a minute to herself. Tarkin is more ruthless than ever. All I can say is poor Cassian.

(I have to laugh at my own mediocre photoshop job on that cover photo LOL!!!!!)

I would say this is probably one of the more brutal chapters…

READ THE FIC ON AO3

THIS IS A WHUMPY FIC W/GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF VIOLENCE. PLEASE HEED THE TAGS ON AO3.

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CHAPTER 7: THE SALT

Jyn had an hour to kill while the mechanics finished fueling and loading the Patrol Craft into a bulk cruiser. She had checked her gear and then made the rounds with her crew, making sure all the necessary elements were in place. Now the worst of it began, the waiting, the second guessing. Her imagination ran wild with worry as visions of Cassian in pain snuck into her consciousness. She hated that her mind could come up with such awful scenarios, but, ultimately, she knew whatever she imagined was nothing compared to what he actually endured.

She made her way through the base, retracing the steps she and Cassian had walked a few days prior. She wound a course past the barracks, into a dark, narrow passage that led to the higher-ranking officers’ quarters. Privacy on Yavin was scarce; most of the grunts, Jyn included, slept in a giant room filled floor-to-ceiling and end-to-end with bunks. Rogue Squad had a little corner where they all slept near each other, except for Cassian. Due to his rank and position in Rebel Intelligence, he’d been assigned a private room slightly larger than a maintenance closet.

Jyn went there now, pausing at the door and looking around to make sure no one saw her before she punched the access code into the keypad—only she and Cassian knew it. Being inside without his permission felt wrong, like she was violating his privacy, but she needed to feel him, be near his energy to clear the fear from her mind.

Nothing untoward had ever happened in this tiny room; it had simply become a place where they retreated to sip booze or play cards or talk when Scarif nightmares made it impossible to sleep. Rogue One was the family Jyn needed; she loved each member for different reasons, and would lay down her life to protect them. But Cassian’s friendship had become something deeper, something nourishing, comforting, familiar, nonjudgmental, easy, trustworthy. The whole crew had been through a lot together and had seen each other in their darkest moments. But when Cassian wrapped his body around her on Scarif’s beach, whispering that he would hold her until they died, her heart had been pierced. She had never felt so afraid and so safe at the same time.

Jyn and Cassian’s bond was forged in kyber and blood and brutal truth. They shared an unspoken trust that was more meaningful to Jyn than any romantic overture. And though they were both too afraid to confess anything deeper than friendship, too afraid to disturb the private good they shared, she knew she would care about Cassian Andor until she took her last breath.

His brown Corellian-cut field jacket lay tossed across his neatly made bunk. She reached out and clutched it into her hands, her fingers closing over the familiar, sturdy fabric. She traced the transponder sewn into the chest where she knew Cassian concealed a “lullaby” suicide pill. He would never use it, she thought. Though right now he probably wishes he had brought this with him.

The thought made her lightheaded. Jyn felt a chill run up her spine and she quickly sat down on the bed, overwhelmed with the sense that she could feel Cassian through the universe’s ether. The kyber crystal her mother had tied around her neck suddenly felt warm against her skin. A vision flashed through her mind and she saw Cassian’s long eyelashes fluttering as water poured over him, burning cuts on his body.

Her fists tightened around the jacket, squeezing it until the frightening sensations drained away. I’m coming, she thought, willing the message across the galaxy to wherever her friend was suffering. Don’t let go, Cassian.

She looked down at the jacket in her hands, her knuckles white and bloodless from crushing it in her grip. Jyn hesitated for a moment, as though afraid someone might see her, before pressing the jacket to her face, breathing deeply. It smelled like his aftershave and fresh air, flooding her with a hundred tiny memories.

The balm fortified her resolve. Jyn was going to get Cassian back, or die trying.

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When Tarkin, the IT-O droid, and the death troopers returned, they came with an air of bloodthirsty savagery. Cassian knew he’d seen his last shred of mercy.

The troopers circled him and each took hold of his body in a different spot—his feet, his hands, his neck and face. Their gloved fists tightened and Cassian clenched his teeth in anticipation.

“I’ve had a chance to review your interrogation footage,” Tarkin launched in without prelude. “I noticed something quite interesting.”

Cassian refused to take the bait, biting back a retort, determined that fear would not get the better of him.

“You swallow your pain.” Tarkin’s brow arched severely with amusement. “You almost never scream.” He strode forward until he was towering over the rebel. “What kind of man endures relentless torment with nary a sound?” He hooked a finger under Andor’s chin and forced his head up. “We created you, didn’t we? Hung your father in the town square. Sent you to prison as a child. Let your mother die as our suffocating grip tightened around Ferrix. And countless other perceived wrongs not in our official records.”

Cassian burned with rage at the mention of these painful memories and the casualness with which the Grand Moff paraded them out like afterthoughts. His youth had crumbled with each loss, a childhood, a family, stolen by the Empire. Andor began to shake with emotion, with a fire he had never been able to fully stamp out. He couldn’t hold it back any longer.

His father had hung in the Ferrix snow for weeks. Cassian had to walk by the body nearly every day on his way to school.

And his mother, her love as sharp and enduring as her pointed opinions, had died cold and alone, without her son by her side for comfort.

Tarkin’s nostrils flared as he nearly bared his teeth like a predator. “You, the Rebellion,” he said, revulsion dripping from every word, “you’re a by-product, an inevitability. The Empire is creating order out of chaos, and as we contract our hold, collateral damage is certain.” He grasped Andor roughly by the chin, barely containing his own rage. “You think your righteous anger exempts you from stepping into the new order. No more. It’s time for you to learn your place.”

He released Cassian and stepped back, nodding to the death troopers. Their gauntleted hands instantly tightened, twisting into the rebel’s flesh, ripping open all the wounds the IT-O droid had made the day before. They rubbed his face and neck, scraped over his chest and hands, until each thin cut bled afresh, dripping down his skin in rivulets.

Cassian cried out, desperately trying to pull away, curling inward as much as his restraints allowed.

The troopers retreated as Tarkin approached once again. He gripped a fistful of the prisoner’s hair and wrenched his head up. “We will eventually tear a scream from your throat,” he snarled.

The young man glared at the Grand Moff, his body still shaking. Tarkin seemed to have forgotten that Maarva Andor, speaking from beyond the grave, had inspired the insurrection on Ferrix. Her barbed rhetoric lifted a community long exploited by the Empire. And Tarkin obviously didn’t know her son had been there to witness it. Maarva’s words came back to Cassian now as he looked into his oppressor’s eyes. “The Empire is a disease that thrives in darkness.” His voice was strained but he spoke with conviction. “It is never more alive than when we sleep.”

Tarkin’s lip curled. “Flood the reservoir with sea water,” he barked at the droid.

Cassian’s eyes widened, knowing the agony that was coming. He felt the blood dripping from his wounds and imagined rubbing salt into each one. “It's easy for the dead to tell you to fight,” he continued, anger building in his heart.

“Tell me the names of every rebel with you on Scarif,” Tarkin demanded.

“Maybe it's true, maybe fighting is useless.” Cassian refused to look away from the Grand Moff, refused to break eye contact. He felt Maarva’s spirit rushing through his veins, renewing his strength. “Perhaps it's too late. But I'll tell you this...”

“Last chance, Captain Andor.”

“If I could do it again, I'd wake up early and be fighting these bastards from the start. Fight the Empire!”

Tarkin released him and moved far enough away to avoid getting soaked as the IT-O droid activated the water nozzle above the rebel.

When the salty sea water seared across his wounds, Cassian screamed.

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END NOTES

NEXT CHAPTER IS CALLED “THE POWER" - Cassian tries to mentally spar with Tarkin but is nearing his breaking point. Jyn receives special instructions from Draven right as she's about to leave on her rescue mission.

Thank you for reading!

Likes, comments, and reblogs are very welcome!

Much love!

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READ IT ON AO3- Kudos and Comments Welcome :-)

READ CHAPTER 1 “The Razor”

READ CHAPTER 2 “The Scythe”

READ CHAPTER 3 “The Cold”

READ CHAPTER 4 “The Expendable”

READ CHAPTER 5 “The Truth”

READ CHAPTER 6 “The Detritus”

READ CHAPTER 7 "The Salt"

READ CHAPTER 8 “The Power”

READ CHAPTER 9 “The Betrayal”

READ CHAPTER 10 “The Ruse”

READ CHAPTER 11 "The Reprieve"

READ CHAPTER 12 “The Ghosts”

READ CHAPTER 13 “The Redemption”

READ CHAPTER 14 “The Spoils”

READ CHAPTER 15 “The Interrogation”

READ CHAPTER 16 "The Rogues"

READ CHAPTER 17 “The Absolution”

READ CHAPTER 18 “The Reach”

READ CHAPTER 19 “The Hologram”

READ CHAPTER 20 “The Divide”

READ CHAPTER 21 “The Cost”

READ CHAPTER 22 “The Fallout”

READ CHAPTER 23 “The Wounds”

READ CHAPTER 24 “The Hand”

READ CHAPTER 25 “The Heart”

READ CHAPTER 26 “The Beginning”

[defensivelee]

One Human and HOW MANY Robot Cocks?!

Welcome to another variation of the European Galaxy, where there is no such thing as true Asterothiriots, and robots are engaged in constant warfare with the heart-eaters, or even now and then with each other! Into this world enters John Churchill, the only human either of them have ever seen...making him all the more valuable to whoever has him.

Despite what the awful/genius title will have you believe (suggested to me by @incagnitoriverlol thank you darling), this is not a purely NSFW AU, though indeed its plot is simpler than the things I usually work on. Very whumpy, self-indulgent as always, though with some themes of objectification so...be warned.

Anyway boom here I have sketches

A party-themed Charles! I thought it fit his personality, he's kind of inspired by the Funtime animatronics from FNAF.

Designs for Anne and Maria Beatrice respectively, they're my sweethearts <3 Anne's hair was very satisfying to do and I'm just in love with Maria's expression....

And ofc, the whump that I came here to see! Malevolent AI + giant impossibly strong robot body gives to us model JAMES. He's fascinated by this determined little human, he's just so fun to play with!! Besides that, JAMES can also emit very high-frequency buzzes that mess with Churchill's head. JAMES likes to see him all dizzy and stupid <3

Now actually the REAL name of the AU is "Your Tears Divine" or just YTD if you don't have much time. The reason for it? JAMES is also fascinated by human tears, and he'll do anything to see them...

[comfortlesshurt]

Skyler's 2024 December Fic Recs

Hello, hi, another month of fic recs (15 of them!) under the cut, ordered by least to most hits as of this post, so show the top ones some love pleeeeeasssseeee.

but once a year by OrSomething23: oneshot! sweet little broganes fic set during one of Shiro's pre-kerb birthdays. it's just CUTE, you'll like it.

facing the darkness (on your own) by OrSomething23: oneshot! little bit of keith angst. I think this was technically on the october rec list too BUT i read it again so it counts again.

I love you more than fried chicken by AsterikaMay: klance with ACE LANCE! oneshot. so so cute, and this author leaves nice comments on my fics too so like.... I love them actually. fic-wise, nothing too angsty! it's a nice fluffy fic for such an empty tag ;_; we NEED more ace lance... i need to write ace lance..........

Vibrio Vunificus by OrSomething23: oneshot! quick whump fic with keith & regris. it bears repeating: this was written during whumptober and ughhhhh it still impresses me how much this author pumped out during that, basically ALL my type of content too. just wow

I Know You Better Than I Know Myself by Spazzcat: klance oneshot! I'm a little biased bc this was a secret santa gift for me but I'm still objectively right that it's GOOD. mission fic with some miscommunication. little angsty, tiny bit whumpy. it is so so good.

the darkness which surrounds me by OrSomething23: finished 2-chapter fic! one of their whumptober works that's part of a series but can be read standalone if you want. keith-centric with some broganes.

From the Dark Spaces Between the Stars by SilenceIsGolden15: oneshot! keith-centric. a little horror, a little whump, and plenty of team voltron interaction.

Devour Me Whole by heavily_caffeinated: klance oneshot. i've been MEANING to read this for a hot minute but finally got around to it and UGH why did i wait so long? anything by caf is already a guaranteed great read but to see the hurt/comfort and canon compliant tags too..... this is a fic specifically for ME.

When Does A Ripple Become a Tidal Wave? (When Does The Reason Become The Blame) by negativefouriq: broganes oneshot! it's angsty but also sweet and a quick read too. little bit canon divergent.

A Raven on the Path Home by artimess_chimes: oneshot! klance but more lance focused! and THAT is how i can promise you this is a wonderful fic tbh because how often do you see me finishing primarily lance focused fics? this is so so good and i'm afraid anything i say will spoil it, but the way the author writes... UGH, it's perfect.

The Stars Smile Back by DriftingFarandWide: klance oneshot. READ SMILE FOR THE STARS FIRST if you're going to read this but keep in mind SftS has major character death and TSSB chose not to use archive warnings. don't go in if you can't handle either of those.

i like the way your heart works by thespacenico: klance oneshot with ACE KEITH. i had such an ace fic december apparently! angsty for a bit but still a happy ending and UGH i need to write ace keith too, I swear......

Lover, I'm Home by heavily_caffeinated: klance oneshot and AGAIN.... i see the hurt/comfort tag, i go in..... this one's a quick read, tiny bit angsty but mostly cute older married klance.

Half the Galaxy by heavily_caffeinated: klance oneshot. again, i see the canon compliant tag on a caf fic and already KNOW i've found perfection. this is true idiots in love.

Silver Bells by heavily_caffeinated: complete klance chapter fic. I'm legit surprised if you have NOT heard of this already but in case you haven't, I think the best argument I can make for it is that I am a certified holiday hater and I LOVED this fic. you want to read it I promise.

[viva-la-whump]

Whumptober - Day 1

Better late than never, right?! 🙃

I still have 8.5 more prompts to fill, but everything else is written....most of which is still in my notebook....and now I'm transcribing them directly onto tumblr...the day before the 31st...

This will be fine... *gulp*

Anyway, I'm doing something different this year - a 31 chapter story that is sort of acting as a rough draft for a larger story I have in mind, so consider this a fleshed out sort of storyboard that skips certain parts so I can go straight to the whumpy parts. And as such, some chapters are QUITE short (which definitely helped me write them faster 😉)

**Edit!! I hadn't realized before starting that putting multiple prompts into a single entry counts as fulfilling ALL prompts and not just one! So I don't actually have to do 31 separate chapters! Woohoo!! This just cut down what I had left to do by a LOT!!**

This is a Star Wars AU that is set directly after the 'Star Wars: Rebels' finale and melds together canon and Legends/EU material. I realize the target audience for this is probably pretty small among those who will see this, but it's 31 chapters of whump so even if you don't know the stories or characters, but I do a little bit of explaining, so hopefully you'll still enjoy their pain and suffering, haha!

So without further ado!

Chapter 1

Prompt No. 7 - “Can you hear me?”

“And remember, the Force will be with you. Always.”

The speeding clouds racing towards them turned into stars, which then turned into starlines, and then all went white. 

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Ezra started awake and found himself…nowhere. There was nothing. Just a blank white landscape devoid of any features or life. Except for him. Was he dead? He still felt alive. But who knew if he could survive being launched into hyperspace with broken windows. Perhaps he’d been killed instantly and this was the afterlife. But no, that didn’t feel right. This didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel like a Force Vision and it didn’t feel quite like the World Between Worlds he’d visited at the Lothal Temple. So what was this place?

“Hello?!” he called out, starting to walk in one direction and looking around for anything, or anyone that could give him answers. 

On and on he walked, nothing changing and no one answering his calls. Ezra wasn’t sure if he’d been walking for ten minutes or ten hours or even ten years. Time seemed to feel nonexistent in this nothing-place and– 

Wait! What was that? There was a speck of…something over there in the distance, slowly growing more clear as if emerging from mist. Ezra ran forward, the speck remaining small no matter how far he ran. But after a while he could distinguish that it was a human female with dark hair, though it was hard to make out any other features clearly.

“Hey! Over here!” 

He could sense the person turning their attention towards him but suddenly something stopped him from moving forward. Not like a wall, but like he’d been attached to a cord and he’d used up all the slack. 

Then the mist shifted again and another figure appeared off to the left, even more indistinct than the first. And then between them came a group of three figures.

“Hello!” Ezra tried again. “Can anyone hear me? Can you tell me what’s happening? Where are we?” But there was still no reaction from any of them and he couldn’t move himself forward even an inch.

Then suddenly Ezra felt like he was being pulled both forwards and from within. 

He was rushed forwards, the figures disappearing and the blank white surroundings stretching to reveal flashing images he couldn’t make sense of. Unfamiliar planets, blurry faces, and a barrage of feelings ranging from fear and pain to…hope? Yes, there was an overwhelming feeling of hope, but far beyond the simple hope of one person wanting to return home. This was something bigger, seeming to fill the whole galaxy.

As confused as Ezra was with this kaleidoscope of images he was gratified to know that he’d made the right choice. Wherever this path he’d chosen led him, no matter what happened to him, he knew everything would turn out okay. 

As the images started to fade, Ezra felt himself fading with it, and soon he was lost in a peaceful oblivion.

[whumpy-galaxy]

Listen I am a SUCKER for conditioned whumpees. Specifically the unconditioning that comes after rescue.

Whumpee being afraid of Caretaker.

Whumpee having to wear a collar and a muzzle because that’s how Whumper kept them.

Whumpee panicking when they mess up or drop something, waiting for Caretaker to get upset and beat them.

Whumpee who won’t eat unless Caretaker orders them to.

Whumpee who doesn’t know what to do if they’re not being dragged around on a chain.

Whumpee who’s afraid of windows and the outdoors because Whumper convinced them everyone and everything outside wanted to hurt them, and they were safer with Whumper.

And everything that comes with that.

Caretaker not knowing what to do and feeling worthless. (Bonus points if they even consider mercy killing Whumpee because maybe they’ll always be afraid of everything and there’s nothing they can do).

Caretaker thinking maybe they DID do something to hurt Whumpee.

Caretaker being upset every time they look at Whumpee because they still insist on wearing the collar and muzzle Whumper bought for them, and Caretaker never wants to see them like that.

But also the good things that come with it!

Caretaker getting a new collar and muzzle made, with padding and lots of extra space for Whumpee to wear while they recover.

Whumpee finally being able to do something without asking Caretaker first, and Caretaker being so proud of them.

Caretaker’s praise and excitement at this makes Whumpee feel proud, too.

I just. I love it so much.

[piplupfluffwritingstuff2]

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Love y'all <3

Saw someone do this. Thought it would be fun!

End of year important people list (whump community edition!)

Reblog and tag all of your favorite whump creators, friends in the whump community, anyone in the whump community really, and let them know how much you care about them!

[simply-whump]

Whump Lists & Gifs

Here are all the Whump Lists and Gifs I made. Don't hesitate to recommend me whumpy asian dramas ! I also take requests for lists and gifs (ask or DM).

GIFS LIBRARY >>> [ LINK ]

LISTS LIBRARY :

GENRES : Historical 👘 / Republican Era 🎩 / Modern 👔 / Military 🎖 / Investigation🚨 / Youth 🎓 / Sport ⚽️ / Action 💥 / Family 🏠 / Medical 🩺 / Rescue 🧯/ Supernatural ✨

My Favorites are in Bold - [ Total Lists made : 116 ]

Korean/Japanese/Thai Dramas >>> [ LINK ]

Chinese (and taiwanese) Dramas :

A Date With the Future 🧯

A League of Nobleman 👘/🚨

Are You the One 👘

Ashes of Love 👘 /✨

Blossom 👘

Bright Eyes in the Dark 🧯

Dear Parents 🏠/🎓

Eternal Brotherhood 👘 /💥

Falling into you ⚽️ /🎓

Fangs of Fortune 👘 /✨

Fireworks of My Heart 🧯/🩺

Forever Love 👔/💥

Glory of Special Forces 🎖/💥

Hard to Find 👘/💥

Hidden Love 🎓/👔

I Cannot Hug You 👔

In Blossom 👘

Kill Me Love Me 👘

Legend of Shen li 👘/✨

Light Chaser Rescue 🧯

Lighter & Princess 👔

Live Surgery Room 🩺

Love Between Fairy and Devil 👘/✨

Love Game in Eastern Fantasy 👘/✨

Love Like the Galaxy 👘/💥

Love Me, Love My Voice 👔

Love You Seven Times 👘/✨

Maiden Holmes 👘/🚨

Maid's Revenge 🎩

Meet You at The Blossom 👘

My Calorie Boy 🎓

My Journey to You 👘/💥

My Lethal Man 👔

My Roommate is a Detective 🎩/🚨

Mysterious Lotus Casebook 👘/🚨

Mystery of the Abyss [Movie] 💥/✨

New Life Begins 👘

No Boundary Season 1 - S2 👘/✨

Road Home 👔/🧯

Romance of a Twin Flower 👘/💥

Royal Rumours 👘

Stand by Me 🎩

Strange Tales of Jiang Cheng 🎩/🚨

The Blood of Youth 👘/💥

The Double 👘

The Eternal Love Season 1 - S2 - S3 👘/✨

The Girl Who Sees Smells 👔

The Love You Give Me 👔

The Prisoner of Beauty 👘

The Rebel Princess 👘

The Silent Criminal 👘/💥

The Starry Love 👘/✨

The Unexpected Marriage 👘

The White Olive Tree 🎖

The Yin-Yang Master [Movie] 💥/✨

Thousand Years for You 🎩 /✨

Unchained Love 👘/💥

Under The Skin 2 🚨

Unnatural Fire 🚨

Unknown 🏠

Well-Intended Love 👔

Who Rules The World 👘/💥

Wonderland of Love 👘/💥

Wulin Heroes 👘

Btw, I also have a youtube channel where I do some asian dramas montages. It is not whump related but if you want to check it out it's here >> LINK

[random-whump-2004]

Hey whumpers with video editing skills I have a question

Can anyone make a compilation video of every time remington steele got hurt. Concussion, broken limbs, beat up, impaled whatever yall deem whumpy

@whumpster-dumpster @whumphoarder @whumpygifs @whump-galaxy @whumpslist @99point9percentwhump

[mostthingskenobi]

CASSIAN’S RECKONING - Chapter 3: The Cold

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Cassian struggles to wrap his head around his dire situation. Jyn begins to suspect something terrible has happened.

So grateful for all the feedback I've gotten so far!! Thank you to everyone who has left me a comment or sent me a DM.

This is a whumpy fic. Please heed the warnings posted on AO3 for your own well being.

READ THE FIC ON AO3

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CHAPTER 3: THE COLD

He had been taught methods for surviving harsh interrogation. He was currently subjected to deprivation and exposure, designed to weaken him emotionally and make him so desperate he would confess anything in exchange for a reprieve.

The Empire would need a lot more than cold and dark to break Cassian Andor.

Nevertheless, he couldn’t deny that he was miserable. He had never been so frozen in all his life. The metal floor under his bare feet was so frigid it almost burned his skin—ever since Narkina 5 he hated going barefoot. And being strapped to a chair created pain in unexpected places like his neck, shoulders, and lower ribs. Cassian tried not to fidget. This is just the beginning, he told himself. He needed to conserve as much energy as possible.

When the lights first went out, his mind began racing. He couldn’t pinpoint a cogent thought structure; his brain felt like a traffic jam, full of chaos and emotion. Nothing useful nor harmful rose to the surface. But finally, after getting his breath under control, he managed to get his thoughts under control as well. There wasn’t really any need to further evaluate the situation. He was well and truly sunk unless someone came to his rescue—which would be insane. No one would risk it.

Jyn would risk it.

But he didn’t want her to.

In truth, he wasn’t even certain he was still on Tarkin’s star destroyer. He could literally be anywhere in the galaxy.

He twisted his wrists against his restraints, testing their strength, accidentally forcing the binds to bite into his flesh.

Cassian suddenly missed K.

He wasn’t sure why the droid popped into his head, but thinking of his friend made his heart feel heavy. He wished the door would swoosh open and K’s gangly body would lumber in. “At least the Empire gave you a shower,” he would have said, his voice clipped and sarcastic.

Thinking about the ‘shower’ made Cassian go very still as his awareness shifted. To his horror, he noticed something was happening to his wet hair.

It was growing thicker.

At least that’s what it felt like.

Fear stabbed through Cassian as he suddenly understood; it wasn’t getting thicker, it was freezing.

The room was slowly growing colder and colder. The water droplets trailing over his skin started to crystalize. His hands and feet ached. His nostrils stung with each breath.

They wouldn’t freeze him to death yet, would they? They hadn’t even asked him any questions.

Cassian tried to push down his dread. There’s nothing you can do to stop what’s happening. Don’t waste your energy.

Right now, he could control only his own thoughts, so he forced himself to think. He started by recapping everything he kept in his gear, making a mental list. But gradually his thoughts trailed away, moved into forbidden territory. He pictured Jyn’s fingers intertwined in his, and he instantly felt weak. He was surprised how fiercely and how quickly his heart yearned for her, for the friendship that had blossomed and carried them through one of the most frightening ordeals of their lives, for the comfort and familiarity he felt standing by her side or when she smiled at him from across a room. He was never flushed or excited around Jyn. Rather, he became centered and calm, which is how he knew his feelings for her were unique. She allowed him to be still, to be himself, to exist in his flaws.

But now there was little chance he would ever see her again.

Was there any possibility he could survive Tarkin? Should he force himself to withstand by clinging to the hope of being with Jyn? Or was it best to let her go, to accept that thoughts of rescue were delusional?

He was torn from these ruminations when the nozzle above suddenly turned on again and rained another spate of freezing water. His heart nearly leapt out of his chest, firstly because he had no warning in the dark that it was coming, and secondly because each water droplet felt like a needle pricking his skin. He was left sputtering from the unexpected pain, air ripping from his lungs in panicked gasps.

There was no relief.

He could not escape the suffering, the cold, the fear of loss.

The only thing that kept him from dipping into despair was pride. He could not give Tarkin the satisfaction of breaking him this quickly. So, he set his teeth and endured.

Shivering violently drained his energy. He fought to keep his eyes open, but eventually he drifted to sleep, dreaming that Jyn walked in circles, searching for him in a blizzard.

——————–

In fact, Jyn was walking in circles. She and the rest of Rogue Crew spent many evenings in each other’s company, sometimes eating a meal, sometimes playing sabacc. But tonight, everyone watched as she nervously paced between their clustered sleeping racks.

“He’s long overdue,” she finally said angrily.

Everyone looked up at her but no one had the courage to speak.

“Something’s gone wrong.”

Bodhi raised his hand like a school boy, timidly clearing his throat. “Cassian has been out of contact before.”

“But this is different,” Chirrut interjected.

Jyn stopped in her tracks and turned to look at the monk she had grown to trust with her life. “What do you mean? Can you sense something?”

“He’s not a Jedi,” Baze stated matter-of-factly.

“No,” Chirrut nodded, “I’m not a Jedi but I can sense each and every one of you. We have been together long enough for me to see you all in the Force.”

Jyn sat down next to him, her tone growing desperate. “Tell me,” she asked without demanding.

“Cassian burns blue like the hottest flames. But he’s fading; he’s harder to see, harder to discover.”

Jyn forced herself to keep breathing even though Chirrut’s words choked her with terror. The thought of Cassian suffering was unbearable, but the image of him fading away and dissolving from existence made her blood run cold.

“We have to do something, then.” Bodhi leaned forward, ready to take action.

“What can we do?” Baze asked.

“How overdue are they?”

“Hours,” replied Jyn. “They’re well outside the envelope of their mission parameters.”

“Why hasn’t anyone else raised the alarm?”

“I assume it’s because they don’t have an extraction plan.” Jyn couldn’t keep the bitterness out of her tone. The Rebellion didn’t care how much Cassian had already sacrificed; to them he was expendable. “All they’ll do is sit by their wireless radios and hope one of his crew members checks in.”

“We don’t sit around,” Baze asserted.

Chirrut rapped his staff on the floor in celebration of his friend’s spirit.

“What should we do, little sister?” Malbus asked, trusting Jyn’s leadership.

“I want to talk to Mon Mothma. She’s the council member most likely to approve a rescue.”

“Then we go together,” Chirrut said. “The Force will lead the way.”

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END NOTES

NEXT CHAPTER IS CALLED “THE EXPENDABLE” - Tarkin tries to loosen Cassian's tongue. Jyn needs a powerful ally.

Thank you for reading!

Likes, comments, and reblogs are very welcome!

Much love!

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READ IT ON AO3 - Kudos and Comments Welcome :-)

READ CHAPTER 1 “The Razor”

READ CHAPTER 2 “The Scythe”

READ CHAPTER 3 “The Cold”

READ CHAPTER 4 “The Expendable”

READ CHAPTER 5 “The Truth”

READ CHAPTER 6 "The Detritus"

READ CHAPTER 7 “The Salt”

READ CHAPTER 8 “The Power”

READ CHAPTER 9 “The Betrayal”

READ CHAPTER 10 “The Ruse”

READ CHAPTER 11 "The Reprieve"

READ CHAPTER 12 “The Ghosts”

READ CHAPTER 13 “The Redemption”

READ CHAPTER 14 “The Spoils”

READ CHAPTER 15 “The Interrogation”

READ CHAPTER 16 "The Rogues"

READ CHAPTER 17 “The Absolution”

READ CHAPTER 18 "The Reach"

READ CHAPTER 19 "The Hologram"

READ CHAPTER 20 “The Divide”

READ CHAPTER 21 “The Cost”

READ CHAPTER 22 “The Fallout”

READ CHAPTER 23 “The Wounds”

READ CHAPTER 24 "The Hand"

READ CHAPTER 25 "The Heart"

READ CHAPTER 26 “The Beginning”

[pigeonwhumps]

Thanks for the tag @quietly-by-myself! These are probably mostly going to be soundtracks, given what my playlists consist of, but hey.

Rules: Make a new post and spell out your url with song titles, then tag as many people as there are letters in your url.

P: Paintball (David Arnold)

I: I See Fire (Ed Sheeran)

G: Going Undercover (Segun Akinola)

E: Embers (James Newman)

O: Ode to Antichristmas (The Chattering Order of St. Beryl)

N: New Dreams to Spur the Minds of Men (David Buckley)

W: When It's Over (Anson Seabra)

H: Hologram (Murray Gold)

U: Unforgettable (Anson Seabra)

M: Moria (Howard Shore)

P: Plague in the Water (Rob Lane)

S: Somewhere in Ann Arbor (Anson Seabra)

12 people to tag. Right. Let's see if I can manage it...

@whumpshaped @wolfeyedwitch @emcscared-whumps @octopus-reactivated @flowersarefreetherapy @whumpyzombie @whither-wander-whump @squishablesunbeam @whumpyzombie @whumpy-galaxy @a-crumb-of-whump @whumphim

[aceofwhump]

I have 3 things to say...

1) ever since I found your Tumblr blog (a year ago), i have ceased to feel alone in the field of Whump. Thank you.

2) Guardians of the Galaxy 3 was amazing, very heavy, but amazing. Do watch.

3) there is Peter Whump (emotional), there is Adam Whump (physical), and a whole bunch of Rocket Whump (physical/emotional) do try to gif when you get the chance, they are all good whump scenes!

Hi there! I'm so glad you found us! Welcome to the community! Where you'll never be alone in your love of whump <3

Oh nice!!!! I want to see Guardians 3 soooo bad. I've heard only good things about it and the trailer looked so whumpy! So glad to hear it actually pays out! Ahh that sounds soooo GOOD!! I wanna see it!!!