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[love-me-a-lotta-whump]

My Favorite Whump Lists pt. 1

A list of all my favorite dramas/movies/animes I've made whump lists or Episode Highlights for-- (in multiple parts due to Tumblr's link limit) -- Lists that are my FAVORITE favorites are in italics.

DRAMAS

🇰🇷KOREA

Duel >> {x}

He Is Psychometric >>> {x}

Just Between Lovers >>> {x}

My Love From The Star >>> {x}

W: Two Worlds >>> {x}

I Hear Your Voice/I Can Hear Your Voice >>> {x}

Memorist >>> {x}

Sweet Home >>> {x}

Sweet Home Season 2 >>> {x}

Healer >>> {x}

The Uncanny Counter s1>>> {x}

Lawless Lawyer >>> {x}

Flower of Evil >>> {x}

Memories of the Alhambra >>> {x}

The Arthdal Chronicles >>> {x}

Where Stars Land >>> {x}

Color Rush >>> {x}

At A Distance, Spring Is Green >>> {x}

The K2 >>> {x}

One Ordinary Day >>> {x}

Semantic Error >>> {x}

Bulgasal: Immortal Souls >>> {x}

Lovers of the Red Sky >>> {x}

Descendants of the Sun >>> {x}

Come and Hug Me >>> {x}

Angel’s Last Mission: Love >>> {x}

The Smile Has Left Your Eyes >>> {x}

Uncontrollably Fond >>> {x}

Mirror of the Witch >>> {x}

Snowdrop >>> {x}

Money Heist: Korea: Joint Economic Area >>> {x}

Alice, The Final Weapon >>> {x}

Bad Guys >>> {x}

Big Mouth >>> {x}

If You Wish Upon Me >>> {x}

Blind >>> {x}

Revenge of Others >>> {x}

The Good Detective 2 >>> {x}

Island >>> {x}

Black Knight >>> {x}

Joseon Attorney: A Morality >>> {x}

Bloodhounds >>> {x}

Vigilante >>> {x}

🇨🇳CHINA

The Lost Tomb >> {x}

The Lost Tomb 2 >> {x}

Reunion: The Sound of The Providence >> {x}

Reunion: Sound of The Providence Season 2 >> {x}

Ultimate Note >>> {x}

Sand Sea >>> {x}

The Untamed >> {x}

The Golden Eyes >>> {x}

Psych Hunter >>> {x}

Miss Crow with Mr. Lizard >>> {x}

Legend of Fei >>> {x}

Hello Dear Ancestors >>> {x}

The Blue Whisper >>> {x}

Back From the Brink >>> {x}

🇯🇵JAPAN

Fuujinshi >>> {x}

Virtual Detective Tabito Higurashi >>> {x}

Hiru (Season 1)

Smoking >>> {x}

An Incurable Case of Love >>> {x}

Junkyouju Takatsuki Akira no Suisatsu>>> {x}

Algernon ni Hanataba O >>> {x}

🇹🇭THAILAND

Not Me >>> {x}

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MOVIES

🇰🇷KOREA

Psychometry >>> {x}

Werewolf Boy >>> {x}

Blind >>> {x}

Fabricated City >>> {x}

Abyss >>> {x}

Youth of May >>> {x}

The Great Seducer >>> {x}

Why Her? >>> {x}

The Good Detective >>> {x}

🇨🇳CHINA

The Witness >>> {x}

🇯🇵JAPAN

Ajin: Demi Human >>> {x}

Blind Witness >>> {x}

Rurouni Kenshin: The Beginning >>> {x}

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EPISODE HIGHLIGHTS

🇰🇷KOREA

The Fair >>> {x}

MORE FAVORITES >>> [link]

MORE WHUMP LISTS >>> [link]

[staydandy]

Genre : Romance - South Korea 🇰🇷

As of June 4, 2023 this Library will no longer be updated. Please refer to the New Version here.

100 Days My Prince (2018) - Full List Alchemy of Souls Season 1 (2022) - Full List All the Liquors (2023) - Full List Arang and the Magistrate (2012) - Full List Are You Human Too? (2018) - Full List Arthdal Chronicles (2019) At a Distance, Spring is Green (2021) Blueming (2022) The Bridal Mask (2012) - Full List Clean With Passion For Now (2018) Color Rush (2020) Crash Course in Romance (2023) - Full List Crowned Clown (2019) - Full List D-Day (2015) The Director Who Buys Me Dinner (2022) - Full List Doctor John (2019) Falling for Innocence (2015) Flower of Evil (2020) - Full List The Forbidden Marriage (2022) - Full List From Now On, Showtime! (2022) - Full List Glory Jane (2011) - Full List Good-bye, Mr. Black (2016) Good Doctor (2013) - Full List The Great Seer (2012) - Full List Gu Family Book (2013) Healer (2014) The Heavenly Idol (2023) - Full List Hello, God (2006) Hwarang (2016) Hyde, Jekyll, Me (2015) If You Wish Upon Me (2022) - Full List I’m Not a Robot (2017) Individual Circumstances (2023) - Full List Introverted Boss (2017) It’s Okay, That’s Love (2014) Jinxed At First (2022) - Full List Just Between Lovers (2017) The King’s Face (2014) - Full List Kiss Sixth Sense (2022) - Full List Kokdu: Season of Deity (2023) - Full List The Law Cafe (2022) - Full List Lovers of the Red Sky (2021) - Full List Love to Hate You (2023) - Full List Melting Me Softly (2019) - Full List Mirror of the Witch (2016) - Full List Moonshine (2021) - Full List Pinocchio (2014) - Full List

Poong, the Joseon Psychiatrist (2022) - Full List Poong, the Joseon Psychiatrist Season 2 (2023) - Full List Risky Romance (2018) A Shoulder to Cry On (2023) - Full List Time Between Dog and Wolf (2007) - Full List Unintentional Love Story (2023) - Full List You Raise Me Up (2021) - Full List Youth of May (2021) - Full List

*there's a weird gap in the list b/c Tumblr only allows a certain number of characters in one text block

[pyrepostings]

I finally got ahold of a copy of Captive Prince and I was instantly rewound into my middleschool body, staying up all night to finish a book in one sitting.

[queenie-ofthe-void]

Steddie soulmate drabble (shared pain) || 3.9k words || rating: E || tags: homophobic slurs, period-typical homophobia, physical and emotional distress, panic attacks, Canon-divergent soulmate AU, Eddie Munson Whump, Steve Harrington Whump, one brief sex scene (so so brief) between Steve and the girl he brought to the basketball game in S4

Eddie experienced his first soul pain at twelve years old. Younger than most, but not worryingly so. The concern was the intensity of the pain. His momma held him tight, shushed him as he cried about how he feels all alone, doing her best to reassure him that loneliness wasn’t his and that she would never hit him. She held the frozen bag of peas to the blossom of red on his soft, round cheek and rocked him until he fell asleep in her arms.

The pains continued, giving him headaches on and off for years. He always wondered what his Half was going through for Eddie to have this much soul pain before puberty, but he grew used to it, stashing tiny vials of aspirin in his backpack or jacket pocket. The intensity was never as bad as the first time, eventually decreasing to a dull ache when they cropped up. His momma told him stories about people who could temper their pain to spare their other half, a difficult feat for even adult souls who’d spent years bound together. It was more likely the pain for his other half was dulling over time. He hoped it was true, but couldn’t push away the uneasiness he felt lying in bed each night and knowing the feeling wasn’t his.

Eddie was fourteen the first time he felt his own pain connect to his Half. Daddy called him a fag and locked him in his room for the weekend with nothing but the snacks and water bottle in his backpack. Unlike a sharp slap or the break of a bone, the pain of hunger was slow to build. Eddie still felt the tell-tale pop in the back of his mind as his stomach cramped. Unexpectedly, he also felt something almost akin to surprise riding the coattails of the pain. When the surprise faded into a distant comfort, he couldn’t object. Eddie knew this wasn’t normal, and decided from then on out to keep his soul pains a secret.

After his momma died, and his daddy grew drunk and violent, Eddie couldn’t stop his pain from connecting like he knew his Half could. Even after he’d moved in with Wayne, everything from the smallest shove to hushed slurs passed through the invisible bond, and even though pain connections can’t be controlled, most people only sent their most intense pains. It felt like he sent everything. Any little thing that set him off, the signature crack followed by soft comfort settled in his mind. 

The only consolation was that he felt less and less of his Half’s pain. Eddie wished that’d meant his Half was happy, with no pain to speak of. Between the dullness of the sensations when he happened to notice, and the immediate comforting response he received at his own suffering, he doubted that was it.

At sixteen Eddie had started looking into what it meant to experience some sort of response after connections, but couldn’t find anything in the low budget collection of soulmate information at Hawkins’ Public Library. Most likely on the banned book list, he figures, since that’s something kids are supposed to learn at home. 

Eddie couldn’t help wondering if the stories about Empaths were real. Rare, with absolutely nothing to do with pairings, it’s rumored Empaths experience the emotions of anyone physically close to them, but more importantly, are able to control the intensity of their own emotions and pain as how it’s experienced through their bond. Eddie’s couldn’t find anything about actually sending feelings through the bond as some kind of response. But like with his Daddy, he knows what happens after asking too many questions, so he keeps it to himself.

Eddie’s almost eighteen when there’s an intense, piercing crack behind his eyes. He’d been on his way back from the picnic table out behind school when the sudden pain had him curled up on the forest floor completely out of breath. It took him a few moments to get his bearings back, but he managed to walk to the van and get home. 

Wayne made him soup that night, let him put whatever he wanted on TV as long as he held the bag of peas over his bruised eye. At least it was light in color, barely noticeable, and would most likely fade by morning. However it was only a few hours later when shot off like a bullet from the couch, falling to the carpet on his hands and knees. He could hear Wayne saying something to him, could feel the gentle circling of his uncle’s hand on his back. None of it mattered. 

Eddie was filled with adrenaline. He’d never had a panic attack before, but his heart pounded as his breaths came in short spurts, the pungent fear squeezing his stomach. His hands vibrated and he clutched the carpet in a white knuckle grip to stave the phantom sensation. After what felt like hours, entirely wrung-out, Wayne let him have two shots of whiskey before climbing into bed.

It was quiet for another year. Unless, of course, he counted his own soul pains that crossed over, which he tried not to. Eddie’s emotions felt more in control of him than the other way around. Pressed into lockers, a scuffle at the picnic table with Hagan, being roughly kissed and then immediately knocked to the ground by Hargrove. It all connected. He tried to temper it, to be strong like his Half, but he always failed. Eddie was a coward, too scared to handle his pain alone. Like clockwork, the warm reassurance of love was quick to follow.

It was November 1984 the first time Eddie thought he was going to die. The panic set in, but unlike a year ago, it didn’t go away. He paced the living room, violently wiping tears from his face because even though the pain wasn’t his, the distress was so palpable he broke into cold sweats. Eddie did everything he could to think of to stave off the adrenaline– jumping jacks, whipping his hands around like a mad-man, screaming his voice hoarse.

Uncle Wayne suggested exercise, reminding him most athletes’ Half’s were people with an abnormal intensity of emotions and chronic pain, since it helps them process the constant stream of excess energy. So for the first time in Eddie Munson’s life, he went for a run. 

They started out at a jog, but it wasn’t enough. It felt worse than curling into himself on the ground like a pillbug. The only relief he felt was at a dead sprint, able to focus on the burn of his underutilized muscles. They ran until the adrenaline trickled from his system, and as always, was followed with love and comfort.

Halfway through their third lap around the park, an intense dread hit Eddie so abruptly he fell to his knees and vomited. They’d just made it back inside when Eddie’s vision went white. He came to only a few moments later, as Wayne hauled him across the kitchen and dropped him onto his bed. He held his mouth closed tighter than a vise, keeping every sob and groan deep inside himself to stop it from exploding out of him. Worried he wouldn’t be able to stop sobbing once he started. Wayne watched in horror as purple bloomed across Eddie’s face in real time, like a dye spreading under the skin. He placed a cold, wet cloth over his nephew’s eyes. 

Early into the morning, once the crying stopped, the migraine leveled out, he followed his uncle out onto the front porch to share a joint. The swelling in both eyes went away after two days, and he went back to school as usual. 

He noticed Harrington looked pretty fucked up, definitely worse than Hargrove. A panicked, fleeting part of Eddie’s brain worried Hargrove could be his Half, but he knew better. There’s always at least some amount of chemistry and attraction between soulmates, and all he needed was the one, ill-fated kiss to remind him his Half was still out there. Kudos to The King’s Half, however. If The Hair himself wasn’t at the hospital, then his Half surely would be. With a face like that, he can only imagine the pain Harrington’s soulmate had to manage during that fight.

It’s the fourth of July, and it’d been almost eight months since the last time he experienced this level of pain. Not his own, of course. No it never seemed to be his own when he’s left gasping for air, nails clenched into Wayne’s hand in the back of an ambulance they can’t afford.

He felt the bruises explode across his face, on his sides, behind his eyes. A sharp stab of pain in his neck lit up every nerve in his body. The howl ripped from him was grotesque, animalistic. His back arched up from the bed, thrashing his limbs into the metal bars of the stretcher until the medics did their best to restrain him. A pinch on the back of his hand. The world started to slow until he was wrapped in heavy darkness. 

Four days later there were still yellow, mottled stains on the sides of his ribcage and dark bags under his eyes. A routine of Tylenol during the day and painkillers from his own stash at night helped. Every night, Eddie layed in bed and silently cried. Their pain mixed now and the thought haunted him as much as it comforted. He only wished he could help his Half the same way they always soothed him. 

The guilt of his failure to help ate away at him, so it connects. Of course Eddie couldn’t control his emotions enough to spare the person who’s actually hurting, injured with no pain meds to help them, if Eddie had to guess. To top it all off, the cherry on the shit cake was that there's still the warm comfort at the back of his mind. His Half was living in excruciating pain, yet used what little energy they had left to help him with his. 

Eventually, Eddie had asked Wayne about different types of connections between Halfs. Not surprisingly he knew a bit more about it than the library, and didn’t hit him for it like his Daddy. 

“Each Half is meant to balance out the whole. Most people live somewhere near the middle, mild pain and mild emotional distress.” Eddie nodded, rapt with attention as Wayne continued. “But there’s always gonna be people at the fringes, the extremes. Like how I told ya about athletes usually being paired to trauma survivors. Why d’ya think you’re always so damn depressed after your incidents?” When Eddie had mentioned the soothing presence, Wayne had replied, “yep, sounds like an Empath,” like it was nothing to be ashamed of.

“Wait,” Eddie interrupted, “so the only reason I’m so emotional is because my half is an Empath? Or is it because they get hurt all the time. And if I'm so emotional, does that mean they're athletic?” Questions flooded his mind before Wayne cut him off.

“Could be because you were so young for your first connection. Could be because the severity of their pain made you feel it more. Or, maybe you were born that way, made that way for each other– destiny and all that.”

The pain lessened. The comfort remained. And Eddie felt the whisper of love each morning he woke up and every night before he fell asleep.

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Hands underneath Brenda’s shirt, her tongue moving across his bottom lip, anticipation glistens across Steve’s open chest as he grinds down into her. She moans into the kiss and runs her finger tips over his shoulders, grazing her nails down his back. Goosebumps erupt over his skin. He’s panting into her open mouth when his thrusts turn erratic, desperate and rushed. Her legs wrap around him, she crosses her ankles to pull him in closer and a moan crawls from the depths of his chest. His abs clench, hurtling towards his climax when he’s interrupted by the signature pop of a soul pain behind his eyes.

A cold sweat travels down his spine, adrenaline punching him in the gut. Horror claws Steve’s throat, he can’t seem to catch his breath as he hurriedly pulls out of her and falls to the floor. She’s saying something he can’t make out through the screaming urge to leave, run, hide. With enough faculties to grab his clothes on the way out, he dashes into the night where the chilled March air cools his sweat soaked skin. Distress clouds his mind on the drive home, so he pushes comfort, pleading with them to relax, breathe. The pain fades, but only slightly. 

The next day, Steve parks outside of a boat house. He doesn’t know Eddie Munson well, outside of the table top tirades and the glowing accolades from Dustin, Lucas, and Mike. They’ve never been friendly, even sometimes slightly antagonistic when Munson’s not satisfied with ranting about the government and decides he needs an actual face to point the finger at. No one better than The King, apparently. 

Steve played the role of snotty royalty to appease his shitty friends, but Eddie’s rants were contagious and always left Steve buzzing and manic. Of course Steve had thought about it before. Let himself wonder if his Half was some nice, pretty suburban girl, or if his Half was actually a crazed super senior he had absolutely nothing in common with. It was easier to consider the residual energy just a side effect of being an Empath, and not because he could actually feel Eddie’s emotions in his own subconscious. 

Robin told him about a Zine where she’d read it was possible for Empaths to absorb emotions from people in the same physical space as him, but they would have to be very close by and the emotions much stronger than normal. Which, in Steve’s mind, explained Munson to a tee. The guy always made sure to wander across the jock’s table, where his emotions were highest, typically with annoyance and disdain. Did Eddie’s eyes linger a bit longer on Steve than Tommy or the other athletes? Maybe. Maybe not. Steve did his best not to think about it too much.

Right now, with the tip of a broken bottle grazing his neck, he’s failing miserably at not thinking about it. Panic seeps out of every pore in his body. Adrenaline chokes him like it had the night before, but this time it’s from both himself and his Half. It’s too much. Steve can’t focus, can’t hear anything Dustin’s saying. There’s a sharp poke, then a trail of wet on his neck, and Eddie gasps. His grip loosened just enough for Steve to tilt his head away, readjusting his hold on Eddie’s sleeve, where his fingers accidentally brush against cold, pale skin. 

The panic gives way to euphoria. Steve breaks out into a fit of giggles, and morphs into hysterical laughter. He sounds completely unhinged, now doubled-over and furiously wiping his misted eyes with his free hand. Because his other hand has clamped itself around Eddie’s small wrist. The fizzing sensation like tiny bubbles flows from where they’re joined. The tingles climb his arm, root into his chest, and sprout in the back of his mind. 

Steve’s overcome with the hiccups. Robin’s rubbing small circles into his back and he works towards matching his breaths to her counts. It’s enough to pull his focus back to reality. 

He is Steve Harrington. He’s in Reefer Rick’s boat house with Robin, Dustin, and Max. The Upside-Down is probably back. Something wet drips down his neck. The dock is rough beneath his knees, even through the denim. His back aches where it hit the wall. And Eddie Munson is his Half.

Eddie is crying. Steve registers the shock, the guilt, the despair at the back of his mind. Eddie’s guilt– iit’s always guilt. It dulls his own joy, but just a little. 

Tentatively, Steve pushes comfort. To his delight, Eddie gasps again. His big, dark eyes lock onto his, and Steve can’t help but smile. He knows now isn’t the time to talk, that there’s so much more happening to Eddie than just finding his soulmate in a rundown boathouse on the edge of town. But they’ve come so far, been through so much that Steve decides they can spare a moment, just for them. 

He cups the back of his hand behind Eddie’s neck before releasing his wrist, unwilling to lose contact, and guides his Half into his lap. The guilt spikes. Steve knows Eddie doesn’t want to be here, with him, on some level. But Eddie crawls between his legs, pushes his face into Steve’s neck and inhales. The crush of Steve’s grip calms him, and panic eventually subsides. It’s quiet. Steve looks to find Robin corralling the kids towards the door. She throws him a thumbs up as she closes it behind her.

He pushes to her too, and he feels her relax in return.

Eddie mumbles something, but it’s muffled into his neck. Steve leans back as he scruffs his Half’s hair, pulling him away just far enough to make eye contact. The poor boy still hasn’t stopped crying. Steve’s still pushing, pushing love into him.

“I’m sorry. Steve, I’m so sorry,” Eddie sobs. Steve watches as Eddie rubs his dripping nose on the sleeve of his leather jacket, the snot smearing with the drag instead of absorbing into it. Steve uses his own free arm to wipe Eddie’s nose for him which earns him a pinched expression and a small, awkward chuckle. “That was disgusting.”

Steve smiles. “I’ve seen worse.”

Eddie’s eyes dart away, and guilt spikes again. Steve gently swipes his thumb under his eyes to catch the stray tears. “Talk to me. Tell me what’s going on in there.” He taps on the back of Eddie’s head.

“You– you’ve been through so much. Like, so much awful shit, Steve, and I don’t even know. I just–” Eddie pauses, scrubs his hands over his face until Steve pulls one away, slowly guides it toward the side of his own neck–skin to skin– places the tip of Eddie’s thumb in the cradle of his jaw. Momentarily entranced, Steve squeezes the back of Eddie’s neck again to regain his focus.

“You just, what, Eddie? You’re going to be ok, just tell me.” He pushes. Eddie shudders, the effect intensified with proximity.

“See! That, exactly that. You always comfort me when I need it. When my dad kicked me out, anytime Wayne and I argued, every time I got shoved into someone’s locker. You were always there, just wrapping me up in love. Which is such fucking shit.” Eddie’s cold huff of laughter is wet and self-deprecating and Steve hates it. Doesn’t have to feel it in the back of his skull to know Eddie’s full of misery. “All I could ever give you back was shit. Just anger, frustration, depression and fucking teenage angst. I tried so hard to hold it back, like I knew you could. I tried so fucking hard, Steve, to send you anything good, like you always did for me. And all you got was my bullshit.”

Steve’s own eyes water as Eddie dissolves back into a fit of sobs. He tucks his Half’s head back into his neck as he rocks them back and forth. Struggling with his own thoughts, Steve chooses each word slowly and carefully. “Eddie, I felt everything. Your happy moments might not have been as strong as your bad, but they were still there. Like how I know Hellfire plays Friday nights, and I always thought I felt great on Friday nights because I finally got a break from the kids. Or how my best games were always after you’d do your little cafeteria table speeches, because it filled me with so much energy I would practically vibrate. Every single day, I’d feel little pops of bubbles that could only be you. You were always the best part of my bad days, Eddie.”

He feels raw, laid bare and exhausted as Eddie looks up to stare at him, lips parted in disbelief. “You knew? You knew it was me the whole time?” His voice croaks, and Steve makes a mental note to get him some water when they leave. 

Smiling, he grazes Eddie’s sweat and snot and tear-soaked bangs off his forehead. “I had a hunch. I just–”

“Just what?” The swell of heat behind Steve’s eyes pinpoints Eddie’s anger, rejection, and more guilt. Always guilt. “You were just hoping you could go as long as possible without mentioning it. Hoping maybe you were wrong, and your soulmate wasn’t the satan-worshiping, drug dealing Freak of Hawkins?”

With one hand still woven into the hair at the nape of Eddie’s neck, Steve uses his other hand to cover Eddie’s mouth, and he’s thrilled to discover his hands almost completely wrap around his head. He pushes hard again. Eddie squints, glaring at him over the ridge of Steve’s pinky finger, but Steve still feels him relax, so he counts it as a win. 

“I didn’t want to drag you into my bullshit.” The pinprick sensation of curiosity heightens and he answers before Eddie can even ask. “You know exactly what bullshit. That’s why I’m the one who should be sorry. Fuck I can’t– I can’t imagine how all of that must’ve been for you. How painful it was, especially when you didn’t know what was happening, or why. You were forced to bear through all of my shit and just hope it would end.”

Eddie gently pried Steve’s hand from his mouth and eyed him warily before using Steve’s own sleeve to wipe at the boy’s tears. “Steve, what happened to you?”

Steve sniffles before he places a feather-light kiss to Eddie’s brow, reveling in a champagne pops of love and awe. “I’m sorry, baby, but probably the same thing that’s happening to you right now.”

A heavy silence settles between them. Steve feels a separate, more distant curl of anxiety in the back of his mind and knows they’re running out of time. Robin can only keep the kids distracted for so long. Steve pushes more comfort at her, receiving her expected impatience in return.

“Come on,” Steve says, rising to his feet and he reaches down to help Eddie up as well. “You can tell us what happened, and we’ll fill you in on the rest.” He takes Eddie’s hand as they walk towards the boathouse door. No use in forcing him to sleep here when Steve’s house is always empty. 

“What about us?” Eddie’s voice is timid, but still hopeful.

(Continue for one-sentence hurt/no comfort)

Steve smiles, squeezing his Half’s hand before softly kissing his knuckles, cool metal rings grazing his chin. “After this is over, we’ll have all the time in the world.”

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The pain is Eddie’s, sharp and piercing in places that bleed the most. It’s agony and it’s death, but he only feels a surge of love as he falls to darkness.

[hilsonficrecs]

Hilson Fic Trope Masterlist

The mobile-friendly version of the Tag Library

A non-exhaustive list featuring various tropes/themes in Hilson fanfics

Tags now have their own Masterlist Post (since we reached the limit for number of links in a Tumblr post and had to split the masterlist up)

Relationship Tropes

Bets & Wagers

Cheating/Infidelity

Domestic Fluff

Ducklings Find Out

Fake Dating/Fake Marriage

Father-Duckling Relationship

Hallucinations

Hijinks & Shenanigans

Jealous Partner

Kid Fic

Oblivious Ducklings

Outsider POV

Pranks/Prank Wars

Roommates

Secret Relationship

Sharing a Bed

Sickfic

Soulmates

Team Building Activities

Therapy

Unresolved Sexual Tension (UST)

Whump

Withdrawal

Relationship Status

Anniversary

Breaking Up

Developing Relationship

Divorce

Engaged/Fiances

Established Relationship

Getting Together

Marriage

Marriage Proposal

Pre-Relationship

Unrequited Love

Wedding

Timeline

Infarction-Related

OG Ducklings Era

Ducklings 2.0 Era

Wilson Lives

Episode-Specific

Broad/Vague

Genres

5+1

Angst

Angst with a Happy Ending

Fluff

Hurt/Comfort

Hurt/No Comfort

Mutual Pining

Slow Burn

Hilson Characteristics (One or Both)

Amputee!House

Aspec!Hilson

Autistic!Hilson

Bi!Hilson

Gay!Hilson

Genderbend!Hilson

Internalized Homophobia

Jealous!Hilson

Possessive!Hilson

Protective!Hilson

Touch Starved!Hilson

Trans!Hilson

Settings/AUs

Different Hospital AU

Sex Tropes/Kinks

(I'm outsourcing this category, so if you have a common one or one you wanna see, let me know and I'll add it!)

Daddy Wilson

Dom/Sub

Drunk Sex

First Time

Masochistic House

Omegaverse

Pet Play

Sadistic Wilson

T4T

Watersports

Side Pairings

Amber/House/Wilson

Amber/Thirteen

Amber/Wilson

Cameron/Chase

Cameron/Chase/Foreman

Cameron/Cuddy

Chase/Foreman

Cuddy/House

Cuddy/House/Wilson

Cuddy/Stacy

Cuddy/Thirteen

Cuddy/Wilson

Foreman/Thirteen

This post is a work in progress: Links to compilation posts with fic recs coming soon!

Are we missing any big Hilson tropes? Let us know!

[genevievefangirl]

Gen's Top 100 DBDA Fics - PART 9

For all caveats/rules/backstory, please read the Master Post

The Manuscript of Real People By: paraph @paraphwrites Rating: M Tags: AU - Boarding School, Angst, Slow Burn, Pining, Unfinished Summary: Britain, 1976. Three years into boarding at Saint Hilarion's School, Edwin Paine is assigned Charles Rowland as a roommate. - Featuring: mistakes better made, days hidden in libraries, and no rafter left unwandered. also featuring: charles doing sport and edwin being gay for it, edwin being a nerd and charles being gay for it, and me pretending i know what boarding schools are like! My Notes: The darker boarding school that is universally beloved! This fic is honestly publish worthy. I love every word, sentence, and chapter. When it updates I RUN to read it and gush about it on the DBDA Haunt server with everyone else who is equally obsessed. When a new chapter drops, it is an event! (Also this is one of 2 unfinished fics that made the list, if that doesn't show how much I love it I don't know what will!)

The Many Forms of Phantoms By: thegirlofthorns @edwinspaynes Rating: T Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Orbs Summary: Suddenly, there was a blast of light where Edwin was sitting. Charles dropped the comic to look at his friend, but Edwin was gone. In his place was a ball that glowed white, with some blue undertones reflecting off the surface. “Edwin!?” Charles threw the comic and ran over to the desk. “Edwin!” He picked up the little glowing ball in his hands and assessed it. It was odd – Charles could feel the orb, smooth like a perfect stone, and… warm. He had not felt temperature in over a year, and the orb was distinctly radiating warmth. “Edwin?” His voice was soft now. “Is that… you?” - Or, it's 1990, and Edwin involuntarily becomes a spirit orb for the first time. My Notes: Orb lore! Orb lore! Edwin turning into Orbwin unexpectedly and Charles and him trying to figure out what is all means is very entertaining.

the phantoms here will never have their fill By: ahyperactivehero (ahyperactiverhero) @ahyperactivehero Rating: T Tags: AU - Canon Divergence, Protective Charles Rowland, Protective Edwin Payne, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Hurt Edwin Payne, Slow Burn Summary: Poltergeists are created when a ghost experiences extreme emotional distress. Poltergeists are notoriously hard to reign in, and they almost never gently move on. Neither Edwin nor Charles ever imagined it would happen to them. Basically, five times where the Dead Boy Detective Agency dealt with the threat of a poltergeist. XXX “Once you choose to go down the poltergeist route there is no coming back,” Edwin said. “And I will have no choice but to follow you.” “You can’t do that mate,” Charles said. His voice had cleared up some, his form less wavy. “Then do not go where I cannot follow,” Edwin said. My Notes: This was one of my first fic obessions when I joined the fandom. The ideas that it poses about poltergeists have been referenced by many other authors and are truly foundational fanon at this point. Plus it has Charles protecting Edwin many times which I love!

The Problem of Forever By: RB (BlueflowersandWings) @writerofstuff Rating: T Tags: Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective Charles Rowland, Case Fic, Kind of Summary: At first, it is subtle. — Or: a ghost couple comes to them with a case. Unfortunately for all parties involved, it does not go well. My Notes: I love how both the boys have to address insecurities to grow in their relationship. Charles being worried he's going to hurt Edwin and be like his dad hurts me deeply and Edwin worrying about being annoying hits too close to home.

The Seventh Circle of Hell By: chewingrocks Rating: G Tags: Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Soulmatism, Protective Charles Rowland Summary: Charles goes down to Hell to rescue Edwin, however he ends up stumbling across one of Edwin's many corpses. My Notes: Is it bad that Charles crying over one of Edwin's dead body stuck with me so much? I don't think so! Sad Charles thinking Edwin is dead makes me *feel things*.

the taste in your mouth By: greenaerie Rating: M Tags: AU - Canon Divergence, Dubious Consent. Hurt/Comfort, Protective Charles Rowland, Protective Edwin Payne Summary: An unexpected attack from Esther shocks the Dead Boy Detective Agency, taking Charles out of commission. Edwin solves this the only way he can. A good detective does what they must, after all. My Notes: Basiclly what would have happened if Edwin decided to take the Cat King's original offer. The complicated consent issue here is really well addressed and I like how confused Edwin's feelings are about the whole interaction.

The Veil Between Our Love By: Mayarenerose @acediscowlng Rating: G Tags: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Protective Charles Rowland Summary: “Edwin,” he calls out. There’s a ball of anxiety knotted deep in his gut. It’s stupid. Edwin probably just went into the other room or something. Ghosts don’t have feet, not really. And Edwin does his best, but his default is still to be as quiet as possible and not make a single sign that he exists at all. Back then, it had been fine, yeah? Just one of Edwin’s quirks that Charles had gotten used to. After Hell, though, it’s one of those things that drives Charles absolutely mental that he could never ever mention to Edwin ever. “Edwin mate, where have you gone? I promise I haven’t touched anything.” No answer. Charles is alone. Charles touches a cursed veil that makes Edwin disappear. He does not handle the separation well. My Notes: This is a recent addition to my favorites, but DAMN did it break my heart the first time. Seeing Charles freak out about not seeing Edwin initially was great, but then the angst continues and scratches the itch in my brain perfectly.

The Warmth of you By: Superfriki Rating: NR Tags: Sickfic, Feelings Realization, First Kiss, Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Protective Charles Rowland Summary: “Normally it’s me who gets us in dangerous situations by tripping on something. Don’t steal my thing, mate” Edwin weakly chuckled, sounding raspy “Excuse me, next time I will make sure I ask your permission before I fall face first into a toxic plant” - Aka Charles takes care of Edwin when he is sick and realizes some things along the way. My Notes: Features Edwin passing out and Charles using books to help him! Plus all the usual sick fic things that we all love (blankets, caring, reading, etc!)

The Way Back Home By: Author_By_Many_Names @steampunk-dandy Rating: M Tags: AU - Star Wars, Edwin is Force Sensitive, Charles is a piolet, Protective Charles Rowland, Protective Edwin Payne Summary: Whilst on a routine mission that slowly becomes less and less routine, Edwin realises he can't hide his feelings for Charles any more. Meanwhile, Charles wants Niko and C to get off the ship so him and Edwin can go back to their blissfully domestic lives. My Notes: Star Wars AU! The worldbuilding here is so well done and I love what the author did with each of the characters. Edwin being force sensitive in particular makes me very happy!

There's No Fixing Some Things By: qwanderer @qwanderer Rating: T Tags: Angst, Post-Canon Summary: "Stop that right now," Charles snapped. "You can't say that, Edwin, you can't." Edwin blinked at him, startled. "You said I could talk to you about anything," he said, quietly confused. "Well, not that," Charles said, standing up and hefting his bag. My Notes: The reason why Edwin can't say what he said will knock you over. It certainly made me have so many *feelings*

[silentsneezes]

The View From 3B - Part Two

part one can be found here !

CW: the second part is mainly whump. it has coughing and descriptions of chronic illness (and some chronic pain). 1.8k words - no snz

summary(ish): v/iktor is still experiencing the affects of living with black mold while attempting to settle into his new apartment. he's frustrated with his nextdoor neighbor in 3C (who he eventually learns is j/ayce) for being so loud... but maybe j/ayce isn't actually so terrible

A few weeks have passed since Viktor moved in, and he’s come to learn a few things about his new apartment complex. Firstly, the two elevators that move from the first to sixth floor are obnoxiously small. They barely allow his wheelchair to fit inside with another person, which just gives him more of an incentive to use his crutch (despite his back and legs aching in protest). Secondly, his neighbor seems to come home at odd hours of the night, and it’s always an ungraceful entry into 3C. Of course, Viktor can’t be too frustrated since his sleep schedule is so messed up he’s awake at 2AM most nights anyways, but at least he has the decency to move quietly through the thin-walled apartment. 

There have been a few times when Viktor’s been close to marching over to apartment 3C, knocking on the door, and chewing out whoever the fuck is living next to him. Except confronting strangers ranks just below living with black mold on his list of things he’s willing to tolerate, so he settles for silently seething about his neighbor. 

Besides, between the remaining unpacked boxes, his overloaded schedule, and the persistent rattling in his lungs, he barely has enough energy to keep himself and his cats fed. Starting a quarrel with his neighbor, though potentially entertaining, isn’t something he has the energy for. To top it all off, he’s still feeling the effects of living with black mold for months. Realistically, he shouldn’t be surprised, especially given the state of his immune system (which is less than ideal), but for some vain reason, he’d been hoping the mold just… wouldn’t affect him. Afterall, he has enough on his plate. Surely the universe could just let one thing slide, right?

Wrong. 

The cough is the worst of it: wet, hacking, stubborn. It clings to his ribs and lungs, accompanied with a steady ache and an inability to draw a full breath. Most mornings start with him doubled over the sink, coughing until his vision blurs and his nose begins to run.

His inhaler helps, but it’s not nearly as sufficient as a functioning pair of lungs. Tea helps, if only to soothe his sore throat in the aftermath of these fits. The cats help, though they give him judgemental looks every time he has to catch his breath after crossing the room or lifting a box. 

He tells himself it’ll pass soon. He just needs to ride it out. This stubborn denial is as unrealistic as his doctors telling him “you just need a healthy diet and exercise” as if he wasn’t disabled and partially immobilized – hence his refusal to see a doctor now. But he’s been through worse and he’ll surely go through worse in the future, so why bother wasting a few hundred dollars on a 30 minute appointment where he’ll hear the same mantra he does every time. 

So he waits it out. Today, that means sipping a new ginger-orange tea he purchased and sitting beside Rio on his couch with a book propped up in his hand. It’s not a bad way to pass the time, and he’s been meaning to read Stanley M. Walas’s “Phase Equilibria in Chemical Engineering” for months. 

It had taken him ages to get his hands on a copy. The book is out of print, so it’s incredibly hard to find, and some asshole had the library’s only copy overdue for weeks. But in Viktor’s opinion, it was well worth the wait – really, who wouldn’t enjoy math of applied thermodynamic vapor-liquid equilibria calculations? It’s almost enough to distract him from the crackling in his chest and the slight wheeze when he inhales deeply. Almost. 

By the time evening rolls around, Viktor is almost entirely through the book, having scrawled notes and annotations into his journal as he reads. He’s still settled on the couch, though Rio has moved on to bigger and better things (her automatic feeder, which had gone off a few minutes ago and caused her to bolt off of Viktor’s lap). The lamp beside him hums faintly, casting a golden light over the pages of the book. He glances at his watch: 9:15.

He’d usually be up for a few more hours and then some, but tonight his body aches despite his attempt at resting all day. He sets the book down in his lap, stretching out his hand gingerly as he feels a cramp begin to tighten through his wrist and down to the tips of his fingers. The cramping in his hand certainly isn’t a new development. He’s used to any part of his body seizing or spasming or hurting in some sense whenever he stays still for too long… or moves for too long… or stands for too long. Fuck. His fingers had been straining to prop the book open for the past hour or so, but he kept telling himself “just one more page”. 

He massages his palm gently as he attempts to bend and extend the sore joints, exhaling through his nose in frustration, which he immediately realizes is a mistake. A sharp tickle flares in his throat and sinuses, blooming into another coughing fit within seconds. The crackle in his chest which he’d been so adamantly ignoring demands his attention, wrenching his posture forward as he hacks up a lung. With his other hand, he grabs the nearest thing he can find – an old, dusty throw pillow that he’s been meaning to wash since moving in – and burying his face in it in an attempt to muffle the sound. 

After a few minutes of painful coughing, Viktor manages to catch his breath enough as to where the room isn’t spinning. He tosses the pillow to the side, wiping his mouth on his sleeve and ignoring the buzzing sensation that lingers in the back of his nose. 

Mochi pads into the room, drawn by the noise. She makes a quiet, “mrrrp?” as she hops onto the couch beside Viktor, curling onto his lap and resting her head against him with a sleepy blink.

“Sorry Myshka,” Viktor murmurs, though his voice comes out as more of a rasp than anything else, “did I wake you?”

He gently runs a hand over her spine, scratching her favorite spots and earning a quiet, sleepy purr from the black cat. He continues the affectionate petting, taking a moment to appreciate the company of his feline friend. 

After a few minutes and a particularly painful swallow, Viktor shifts so he can reach a cold cup of tea sitting on his coffee table. It’s gone bitter after hours of sitting out, but it helps to dissuade the sore throat he’s developing. 

The peaceful stillness is only broken as Viktor hears a quiet – but notable – thump right outside his front door. He waits, his ears attuned for any other sounds of company, but no one knocks. All he hears is apartment 3C’s door open and close, and then the silence resumes. 

His curiosity gets the best of him, and with an apologetic murmur, Viktor lifts Mochi off his lap. She mews in protest, stretching and moving to sit right beside him – though she gives him a little look of frustration first. He can’t help but grin at her dramatics, giving her head a little scratch before grabbing his crutch and pushing himself upright. A nerve in his hip sparks with pain, forcing him to momentarily pause and wait for it to lessen enough so he can cross the room. Irritating, he thinks. 

Maybe the noise was just something in the hall being dropped, or the heavy footed clumsiness of his neighbor returning home, or a figment of Viktor’s imagination. But for some inexplicable reason, Viktor feels as if it’s something else, something worth dragging himself off the couch for. He makes his way over to the front door, opening it hesitantly and nearly tripping over a basket placed right at its threshold. 

It’s small, neatly woven, and filled to the brim with a collection of teas of herbal varieties: chamomile, peppermint, hibiscus, and rooibos. As Viktor bends down to inspect the basket, he notices a single note tucked among the boxes of tea. 

He glances down the hallway, half expecting someone to come back and take the basket away, having mistakenly left it by his apartment rather than someone else's. But no one comes. The hallway remains silent; all Viktor can hear is the hum of the light and the distant clatter of sewage pipes. He stoops down, grimacing as his back protests, and picks up the basket. 

Once he’s seated comfortably on the couch, he unfolds the little note. It’s simple, handwritten, and it reads: “Welcome to the building. Hope you’re settling in alright” – 3C (Jayce)”

Viktor stares at the handwriting for a few minutes, examining the neat, but somewhat rushed lettering on the note. For the past three weeks, he’s been imagining his nextdoor neighbor as some inconsiderate, uncoordinated prude with a deep seeded hatred of anyone who enjoys peace and quiet. Now, however, he considers that his neighbor might just be uncoordinated, but not particularly malicious with his inability to remain quiet. 

Damnit. It had been so much easier to be frustrated with his neighbor – Jayce, he now knows – when he could just write him off as an asshole. But now Viktor has to accept that Jayce is a real person. A real person with a name. A real person who happened to be considerate enough to leave a basket of tea outside his doorstep. 

And then it dawns on Viktor why he had received an overflowing basket of teas. Jayce had probably heard his coughing for the past few weeks at all hours of the day and night. Shit. Viktor might be just as obnoxious as a neighbor as Jayce is. 

Maybe this was a polite way for him to say “hey, kindly shut the fuck up! Your coughing is disgusting, and it’s keeping me up”. In Zaun, someone would have just said that straight to Viktor’s face (in fact, a previous neighbor of his had), but Piltie’s are far too obsessed with etiquette to be forward. 

Viktor re-reads the note, and then reads it again before tossing it aside. Whether Jayce is intending to be kind or passive aggressive, he’s not entirely sure. Either way, he’s grateful to have enough tea to last him a while. He gets up, placing the basket on the kitchen counter with the care of someone setting down something delicate. 

He does his best to maintain his previous irritation with his neighbor – Jayce, he reminds himself – he can’t ignore the slight feeling of comfort at having received a gift. The teas smell faintly of lemon balm and dried flowers, which contrasts nicely with the stale dust of un-boxed clutter. 

He doesn’t write a thank you note or bother knocking on Jayce’s door. Not yet, at least, but he does begin boiling water for a cup of tea.

sorry there's no sneeze in this, but i promise there's more j/ayvik sneeze content coming!! slowly but surely... either way, i wanted to post this to build context for further plots/chapters i have planned :3

as always, thank you to anyone who read it :) any tags and comments are so so appreciated <3

[simply-whump]

Whump Lists & Gifs

I just reached 100 whump lists! What a journey!

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 : 115 ]

Chinese Dramas >>> [ LINK ]

Korean Dramas :

Bad Thief, Good Thief 🚨/🏠

Cheer Up 🎓

Delivery Man 🚨/✨

Destined with You 👔/✨

Dr. Romantic Season 2 - S3 🩺

Exhuma [Movie] ✨

Gyeongseong Creature 💥/✨

King the Land 👔

Love 911 [Movie] 🧯/🩺

Lovely Runner 👔/✨

Love Next Door 👔

Love Tractor 👔

Missing : The Other Side Season 1 - S2 🚨/✨

Moving 💥/✨

Mr. Plankton 👔

My Country: The New Age 👘/💥

My Lovely Boxer ⚽️

My Lovely Liar 👔/✨

My Sweet Mobster 👔

Our Blooming Youth 👘

Perfect Marriage Revenge 👔/✨

Secret Reunion [Movie] 🚨/💥

See You in My 19th Life 👔/✨

Sh**ting Stars 👔

Study Group 🎓/💥

Tale of the Nine-Tailed 1938 🎩 /✨

The First Responders 🚨/🧯

The Forbidden Marriage 👘

The Heavenly Idol 👔/✨

The Secret Romantic Guesthouse 👘/💥

The Story of Park's Marriage Contract 👔/✨

The Trauma Code: Heroes on Call 🩺

The Uncanny Counter 2 💥/✨

Twinkling Watermelon 🎓/✨

Weak Hero Class 1 - Class 2 🎓/💥

When The Phone Rings 👔

Japanese Dramas :

High & Low Series 💥

Kei×Yaku: Abunai Aibou 🚨

Miman Keisatsu: Midnight Runner 🚨/💥

Thai Dramas :

Century of Love ✨

Chains of Heart 💥

My Cherie Amour 🎩

My Stand-In 👔/✨

Naughty Babe 👔

Pit Babe ✨

The Sign 💥/✨

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

[bagginshieldweek24]

We are only two weeks away from the beginning of Bagginshield Week 2024, fellow shippers!

So, in the meantime, short little guide and reminders:

The event consists of seven regular days with two prompts for each, plus two extra days to post to the AO3 collection, and two Alternate Prompts lists.

I will post the direct link to the AO3 collection the following Monday from this (June 17th).

All types of fanworks focused on Bagginshield are allowed, not just fanfiction and fanart, and there are no official minimums for any of them, but if you want recommendations you can find some here.

Likewise, and as I did last year, I will accept works that are more tangentially related to them. For example, last year I accepted a mood board on the prompt "Piercings & Tatoos" that explored it more in a general relation to the dwarves that appear in the films.

Because the event (and myself) are in Tumblr and AO3, the work must be posted to either or at the very least promoted in either for me to share it here. More information about posting will be given on the 17th.

Event Days & Prompts June 24: Role Reversal/The Shire Falls Instead + Bilbo is the Thain/Is a Royal June 25: Thorin in The Shire + Developing Relationship June 26: Soulmates/Soulmate Marks AU + Dwarf Culture June 27: Bookshops & Libraries + Khuzdul Language June 28: Canon Divergence (general) + Hairbeads/Beads June 29: Single Parents/Uncles AU + Gardening June 30: Gothic Horror AU + Sky/Storms

Regular Alternate Prompts: Alpha/Beta/Omega AU - Mythology AU (general) - Fire/Smoke - Enemies to Lovers, or Enemies to Allies to Lovers - Secret Relationship

Whump Alternate Prompts: "I thought I had lost you" - Gold Sickness - Hurt/Comfort - Fake Death/Believed to be Dead - Hidden Injury

[littlemisspascal]

New Writers added to The Pedro Library 🐼

Cleaned up the Library a bit 🧹🧼

New Works Added ✨

Many fics aren’t appearing in the tags when searching. If I miss yours, please let me know 💗 Or add me to your taglist cuz I love being tagged 😊

As always, if you would like me to remove your work from the rec list, please let know and I’ll remove them asap 😊

✨ New Character Added: Marcus Acacius ✨

@hellishjoel Javier Flora and Fauna

@janaispunk Javier Sweet Nothing

@undercoverpena Javier Tastes So Sweet + Do You Want Me to Hold You? / Joel You’re a Prize

@beefrobeefcal Marcus P Tommy Miller’s Stall + No Words Needed / Dieter Deez Nutz

@swiftispunk Joel Decode

@criticallyacclaimedstranger Joel Kisses Prompt 16

@novemberrain-writes Joel Whumperless Whump: Alcohol as Sanitizer

@moonlight-prose Joel First Love in The Late Spring Air 

@absurdthirst @storiesofthefandomlovers Joel Contracted Fling

@beskarandblasters Din Trust

@clawdeewritesfanfic Dave Fire Meets Gasoline / Marcus M You Can Do It. I Can Help.

@toomanystoriessolittletime Dave Revelations

@javier-pena Marcus A Circumstance

@morallyinept Marcus A Til Death / Joel Move / Ezra Keep Me Warm

@ezrasbirdie Marcus M Crash

@something-tofightfor Frankie A Kiss After Pain

@covetyou Frankie For One Night Only

@alltheirdamn Frankie Grand Slam

@nerdieforpedro Frankie Security Logs

@milla-frenchy Tim The Guest Room

@frenchiereading Oberyn Sweet Taste of Revenge

[love-me-a-lotta-whump]

Guard Dog Whumpee - Whump Lists

A sub list of whump lists I've made where the whumpee is a guard dog to their families, romantic partners, friends, etc. Think "Touch her and you die."

Guard Dog = mostly in a physical sense, like he fights or kills for his loved ones

There will be overlap between the two. It will still count those with superpowers. Generally I mean this in a way that he acts like a bodyguard. It’s a specific vibe I can’t fully describe.

💜: This is one of my all time favorite tropes that isn’t immediately whump related like shot/stabbed/bleeding out

DRAMAS

🇰🇷KOREA

Healer >>> {x}

The K2 >>> {x}

Bulgasal: Immortal Souls >>> {x}

Descendants of the Sun >>> {x}

Snowdrop >>> {x}

Big Mouth >>> {x}

Vigilante >>> {x}

My Demon >>> {x}

Love Song for Illusion >>> {x}

Escape of the Seven: Resurrection >>> {x}

🇨🇳CHINA

The Untamed >> {x}

🇯🇵JAPAN

Fuujinshi >>> {x}

MOVIES

🇰🇷KOREA

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🇨🇳CHINA

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🇯🇵JAPAN

Rurouni Kenshin: The Beginning >>> {x}

Golden Kamuy >>> {x}

[staydandy]

Whump List Library - English 🇺🇸 🇬🇧 🇨🇦

This is the Link to the New English Library.

staydandy.tumblr.com/whump-list-library-english

It is identical to the Old Library, but because of how I made it, the New Library page itself cannot be liked/reblogged. Feel free to do so to this post, or bookmark the New Library page.

I won't delete it, but the Old Library will no longer be updated from here on, and the link on my Directory has been changed.

[blind-fic-exchange]

Blind Fic Exchange

What It Is: This is a monthly event inspired by the Blind Date with a Book events that are sometimes done in bookstores and libraries. The idea is to try something new, maybe something you wouldn't normally read, as well as getting to recommend some fics that you really like.

How It Works: On the 1st of every month, sign-ups will open for anyone interested in participating. Sign up by sending an ask that includes the maximum rating you want to read and a list of anything you are NOT interested in reading that month, e.g. certain categories of relationships, triggers, tropes, etc. (You don't have to explain your list at all, and your list can change from month to month if you want. You're not necessarily saying you would NEVER read a fic that includes those things, just that you don't want to this time. For example, if you've been reading a lot of whump lately and just want something soft and gentle, you could put "whump" and/or "angst" on the list.)

Sign-ups will close at 11:59 p.m. Central Time (UTC-6) on the 13th of every month. On the 14th, I will randomly match up names from the list and let everyone know who their partners are. (For now, the plan is to tell everyone secretly so it will be a surprise, but if a lot of people sign up, that may change ^^') At that point, you will pick three fics for your fic-reading partner to choose from, abiding by their list of what they don't want to read. Ideally, these will be fics that you have NOT written yourself. The point of this event is to share good stories with each other, not self-promotion. Send links to the three stories to your partner, along with a vague description for each that doesn't give away the title, category, or characters in it. For example: "two characters stave off boredom during a long trip" or "deathbed confession of love" or "a dragon slayer is saved by a dragon and has to rethink his entire life."

When you receive your selection of fics, pick one that sounds interesting, and enjoy!

Do's and Don'ts:

DO try to send your fic recommendations in a timely manner as soon as you find out who your partner is. There's no hard-and-fast deadline, other than the end of the month, but please be courteous and give your partner time to read it.

DON'T try to slip in something from your partner's list for any reason. Even if you think it's silly they asked for no fics with mentions of marshmallows, that doesn't make it okay to send them your favorite story about people sitting around a campfire roasting marshmallows. If you end up reading someone's recommendation that has something you specifically asked not to be there, please feel free to reach out to me. Such violations will be dealt with on a case-by-case basis, because accidents happen, but do understand that if the determination is that it was deliberate, you WILL be blacklisted from participating in the future. This is supposed to be a fun event, so please don't jeopardize it.

DO remember to leave comments/kudos/etc. on the fic you read! Show some love to both the author and the person who recommended the fic!

DON'T hesitate to recommend a long chapterfic, nor feel obligated to read the whole thing in a certain time frame if you receive one. The general expectation should be that you will read at least the first chapter of whatever you're sent if you sign up for this event, but beyond that, it's up to you.

DO feel free to recommend incomplete fics (unless that goes against your person's preferences). We all know that one amazing fic that hasn't updated in five years, but is still worth a read. Just make sure you mention in your description that it's incomplete, in case that becomes a deciding factor.

That's all I can think of for now, but I may be adding to this later as things crop up. Please feel free to reach out with any questions, clarifications, or concerns! The official tag I'll be using will be #blind fic exchange

[bilightningwhumper]

Happy Storyteller Saturday! Doing similar over here to what I'm doing over on my book writing blog (@bilightningwriter-writing). Basically, feel free to send me asks about my stories/characters! [My Whump Writing Masterlist here] Either asking me something unique or something from these ask games here, up to you! Answering asks is fun and helps me get motivated, plus helps with recalling details and worldbuilding. Anything to ramble about my characters, lol. And I'll be sure to send asks back to anyone who wants one! I don't think I've forgotten yet, though apologies if I have.

Also, there is no deadline to this. Feel free to send things anytime, not just Saturday(s). Just please look at this before sending me asks on the ask games: [Point of Clarification for anyone confused by my "#just tell me it's from this" tag]

Yet another OC Ask Game!

Character asks!

Get to Know Your Character

✍️ more fic writer asks!

WIP Weather Ask Game

ask game for teasing wips/upcoming projects

Soft OTP or Self Ship Prompts (Not for self-shipping in my case, but I'd love to write some scenes of my OC couples with these)

Describe your OC or a character ask game

WIP Folder Ask Game (my WIP as they were in January 2025)

Whump Ask Game

Writer Goal Ask List for a New Year 🎉 (2025 edition)

end of the year - writeblr ask game ✨ (2024 edition)

🩸Ask Game – Whump Writers Edition🩸

Send this to someone who has OCs Most likely…

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Shadowgast Recs: Dancing Fics

This week, we have our first open-to-everyone reclist with fics that featuring Dancing! Seven fic with ballroom dancing, pole dancing, aerial silks and at least one harvest dance are behind the cut - and as always - comment and kudos if you like them!

Something to Believe In by AwesomeFroggy (108948, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Modern With Magic AU: Essek has been exiled to Nicodranas; Caleb and the Nein live in Nicodranas. Meet-cute at a library all the way through to a wedding and adoptinc cats.

Reccer says: The author calls it "the peak of self indulgent fic" and is right; this is my go-to feel-good story for comfort. I know it's been recced before, and 100% deserves it. Even though the epilogue hasn't been posted, it feels complete and satisfying.

eleventh hour by mllekurtz (TheKnittingJedi) (3486, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: None

Dancing on a beach during the Mighty Nein’s goodbye party.

Reccer says: A sweet scene with great emotional beats.

Shapes in the Smoke by Luckyowlsfoot (2817, General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Aerial silks! The Mighty Nein are invited to a Dynasty performance.

Reccer says: I liked it!

When you move, I'm moved by bloodredribbon (10829, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: None

The Nein find out Essek knows how to pole dance, Caleb is very happy about it.

Reccer says: I liked it!

only one part we can play by Anonymous (1169, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek interrupts Caleb's work to share a dance

Reccer says: Bittersweet and tender in equal measure!

Dancing Cheek to Cheek by Soot_and_Salt (3871, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek Thelyss is a prodigy at dancing, perhaps the best ballroom dancer in all of Xhorhas. Then, at a competition in Emon, he meets a man named Caleb Widogast and the world brightens for just a moment.

Reccer says: It's a fun, short AU that captures the feeling of a whirlwind night of romance

The Dancers and the Dreamers by royalgreen (allyoop) (7671, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

The night has finally arrived: it is the Jester and Fjord wedding, an event with no surprises whatsoever. Definitely nothing silly. An absolutely completely normal wedding. There are no secrets and definitely no shenanigans.

Reccer says: It's tagged feel good fluff, and that's exactly right. It feels like going to a good wedding of a friend - how you want it to feel- with some nein shenanigans, romantic moments, and dancing

This is one of our weekly communally-generated shadowgast rec lists. Every week we announce a new theme and allow anyone to submit a fic recommendation. 

And hey, anyone includes you now!

Next week, it's Whump! Just in time for whumptober.

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[celira]

tagged by the fantastic @beyoncesfiancee (whose stories you should go read like yesterday)! ...this list reminds me i never finished reposting the rest of my whumptober 2023 ficlets... they're even all edited and ready to go whoops

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your latest fanfics (or up to if you have less!) & tag 10 people.

(it's all TLT, surprise surprise)

1. none of us (here) (Gideon & Harrow whump ficlets)

"Skin hunger" is a curious name, at once evocative and clinical, sordid and distant.

2. a fowl diversion, unnamed (pre-canon TLT x Untitled Goose Game, crack treated earnestly if not exactly seriously)

A new day dawns.

3. language of its own (pre-canon Campal dealing with erotic poetry finals)

Camilla dropped the sheaf of flimsy at the end of the table, sat heavily, and didn't move.

4. per my last email (academia AU Campal semi-epistolary...sort of)(so what counts as the first line??? i included the headers but did not count them)

From: psextus@gs.canaan.edu To: chect@gs.canaan.edu Subject: latest articles for JINO cam. tell me you’ve seen this trainwreck

5. lend me some sugar (i am your neighbor) (Juno Zeta/Pyrrha crack. arguably canon-compliant)

Meeting Minutes [n.b.: Full meeting was not called. Only one group member was present upon arrival of dignitary. —JZ]

6. Disaccharides (cloyingly sweet - in multiple senses - modern AU Campal)

Baking is a science much in the way that chemistry is an art: precision and observation spool out the thread that weaves their components together, and past a certain point, the ineffable sneaks in through the spaces in between scales and measures – the student draws from trial and error that slowly takes its own form until at some point, repetition becomes experience; instruction turns into memorization turns into ritual turns into instinct, and creative intuition elevates it all.

7. in this, too, i am steadfast (As Yet Unsent/pre-Nt9 gapfiller Camilla whump)

Words had never been Camilla's main wield.

8. self-immolation to save on heating (modern AU Pyrrha having a stream-of-consciousness crisis over Cam & Pal)

The thing about loving landmines in human form is–

9. set me in your threshold (Nona-era Camilla-centric magical realism, shades of Campal, ambiguous Campaldulcie)

The Building had plenty of its own mythos before it encountered the likes of half a former Lyctor, the necromantic heir of the Sixth House, the person who was more than just his embodiment but less than her own entity, and their collective ward.

10. Stereography (worldbuilding-y Camilla character study borne of my Paul feelings, Campal-flavored, first TLT fic)

The listening room rested in the outer edge of the Library, far enough from neighboring research spaces to avoid showering them with what few frequencies – some in waveforms coherent enough to hint at songs or dialogue, some that could only be tactfully called noise – might escape its soundproofing.

exposition, babeyyyyy! or something. tagging the ineffable @fortjester @arithmonym @theriverbeyond @thesaintofpatience @scholar-hect @heliocharis hmm i feel like some of you have already done this guy before so i will leave it there