#galaxywhump

Potato hopes you feel better soon! ❤️

CW: mention of choking (only on a slice of toast though)

Jonah woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, toast and…something he didn’t want to smell, let alone taste ever again. Blinking slightly, he turned around to see a tray filled with everything he liked to eat for breakfast - well, apart from that one thing. Scrunching up his nose, he stared at the small jar filled with strawberry jam.

‘What’s this?’ he asked hoarsely and sat up in bed.

‘Breakfast!’

Vincent beamed with joy as he sat down on the edge of the bed and held out the tray.

‘Breakfast in bed, actually, thought I’d surprise you!’

‘Yeah, that’s… really surprising…’

‘Open up.’

‘What…?’ he asked drowsily.

‘Your mouth, silly!’

‘I- hmmpfff!’

He almost choked on the piece of toast in his mouth, coughed and gasped for air.

‘Are you insane?’

‘Shut up and eat, I’m only trying to be nice.’

Jonah narrowed his eyes in suspicion.

‘You never are.’

‘If you keep being so ungrateful I’ll shove it down your throat.’

‘You already did that! And strawberry jam of all things! Is it the anniversary of my imprisonment already?’

@pepperonyscience requested on a Whittaker Wednesday that Whittaker use the pear of anguish on Asher.

"Are you aware of what this is?" Whittaker asked, even though they both knew that the metal gag in Burke's mouth prevented him from answering. "Don't be shy. Give it your best guess."

@straight-to-the-pain my lyrics-posting buddy

@galaxywhump @spookyboywhump have some real good intimate whump pairs that i am now imagining animated music videos for

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You're no good, you're no good

You could kill me and you should

I'm an idiot for thinking

This was anything but blood

On the wall, on the couch

On the corner of my mouth

You must like being the victim

You've done nothing to get out

Of this pattern of pain

Washed away by the rain

You'll forgive me if I promise

And do nothing but the same

This is life until death

Could be my last dying breath

But this is love, love, shut up, this is love

(Forget everything you used to know

I think you better tell your friends to go

Stick around cause I'm about to show you

The beginning is the end)

Yeah, I know wrong, I know right

But I just love to pick a fight

I can sleep with one eye open

If there's any sleep at night

I got my knife, got my gun

Let's see how fast you can run

You might think that you can hurt me

But the damage has been done

It's pathetic, I know

A jealous fool who won't let go

If I was sorry for my actions

Would I ever stoop so low

Got no reason to live

and I've got nothing left to give you

But my love, love, fuck it, this is love

(Forget everything you used to know

I think you better tell your friends to go

Stick around cause I'm about to show you

The beginning is the end)

Oh I was hit as a kid

I was good but then I quit

Everyone that tried to fix me

Knows that I can't change a bit

I've got no shame, got no pride

Only skeletons to hide

And if you try to talk to someone

Well then someone has to die

Once you chase me down the hole

Yeah once you think you're in control

You'll believe that we are partners

And you'll feel uncomfortable

Oh then the darkness rolls in

And you'll forget who I have been

But you'll love, love, love it, this is love

(Forget everything you used to know

I think you better tell your friends to go

Stick around cause I'm about to show you

The beginning is the end)

(The simple love that your grandparents had

This kind of love will only make you mad, honey

It hurts at first but it ain't that bad

You gotta wonder what it meant)

Zander being a stubborn bastard from a short drabble I started last night

She's just an amazing sweetheart and such a kind and supportive friend.

Her writing is absolutely amazing and I love each of her characters (and love to hate the bad characters) and her ideas are just...ah.

I don't have the words but she's just amazing and super super sweet and I love her so much.

Basorexia: An overwhelming desire to kiss. 

For @galaxywhump​ and @castielamigos-whump-side-blog​, who also requested this. Thank you for asking!

Content warnings: dehumanisation, mentioned character death

It was the first snow of the year, and as Malachi fondly watched his darling pet he thought of a time in which he too had been excited about such natural phenomena. There had been a lot of particularly cold winters in the last few decades, more than he remembered from the centuries before. Or maybe this also was part of his growing forgetfulness. It had begun slowly, and at first he’d simply declared it a misconception and brushed it aside, until he couldn’t deny the creeping realisation anymore: his memories had started slipping.

It was a completely natural process, of course. Despite their unrivalled capabilities not even Fae minds were able to store an infinite amount of information, and so it was no wonder that older faeries gradually forgot their early lives year by year. It had shocked him still, sure, he knew he wasn’t the youngest anymore going on in his sixth century, but he had never considered himself old – until he’d noticed with a jolt that he couldn’t remember a solid forty years of his life anymore.

Driven by the shock he’d taken to writing his memories down chronologically, and with each of the thick leather-bound notebooks he filled he felt the weight of the centuries pressing down harder. A certain kind of melancholy had settled in, placing itself on top of the one he’d carried with him ever since the unfortunate death of his last human pet, and  for the first time he’d understood the growing desire to disappear back into the forest that some the oldest Fae spoke of. He'd felt cold. But then suddenly his little darling had tumbled into his arms.

He had bundled it up warmly in a thick coat for today’s outing and had even given it proper boots to protects its small feet from the deep snow. It was still shivering slightly, and its cheeks had turned red from the cold, but it hadn’t requested to turn around and go back inside even once. Love bloomed in Malachi’s chest as he watched it plod through the snow, looking around the transformed forest in awe. It trailed its finger along a row of icicles hanging from a thin branch and giggled at the chinking sounds.

Malachi couldn’t stop himself from smiling, his sweet pet was simply the cutest. Making sure it had enough slack of the leash it leaned down to pick up a handful of snow and tried to mash it together, but the snow was too powdery. A light breeze rustled through the naked twigs and picked up the loose snow in his pet’s hands, blowing it into its face. It sneezed adorably and glared at Malachi as he laughed. Its sulky little pout was so endearing that Malachi suddenly found himself taken by the overwhelming desire to kiss it off its sweet lips.