I sat down to do some writing because I have more asks from the emoji game last night, but I wound up playing with this Spiderverse Picrew instead 😬 so here, have some of that instead
Trevor (we’ll pretend Venom is Algamoth), Rook, and a character that as yet hasn’t appeared on this blog ❤
face claim | The Heist (first introduction) | The Trunk | The Dream |
face claim (sorta) | First Meeting | Captive |
First story (featuring Brennan) | Manhandling | Rescue (ft Malichi and Kai) | Caretaking (ft Malichi and Kai) | Prank Wars (ft Brennan, no whump, just slice of life fucking around)
Western (to be written into full story)
And then these two random blurbs with characters that are to date unrelated to the rest of the universe
Here is my general writing tag that includes original fic and fanfic, where you can also find fics that I’ve written and posted to other blogs and then reblogged to this one
And my Ao3 accounts: deepwoundsandfadedscars // shrapnel
And here are some Fic Rec lists I’ve made:
And finally: My ’Whump Music’ playlist on Spotify!
Tagging @whump-captain 😘
When somebody has existed with somebody else in their head for so long, maybe a demon, or a ghost, or an alien, and then suddenly that somebody is destroyed, leaving them truly alone for the first time in forever.
At first it's a relief, to have a moments peace. But who are you when the one who knew you better than anyone, who was a part of your own mind, is gone?
I was playing around with this picrew this evening and made some Michael and Trevor 🥰🥰 I don’t think I’ve shared what either of them look like asides from what’s described in stories, so here, have a gander at these two (Trevor on the left and Michael on the right)
(Every time I make Trevor I try to find a way to incorporate Algamoth, which to date tends to be a black cat if the option is given lol)
Yeah I’m gonna need a masterlist 😍
Oh gosh, OK here we go!
The first look at Tyr and Brennan against Allison and Remy (follow up to be written)
Prank Wars with Tyr and Brennan (not whump, just slice of life fun)
These two stories feature Malichi taking care of Tyr (with appearances from Kai)
First Meeting of Trevor and Algamoth
Captured (Trevor and Algamoth)
Western AU musings with Kaipo and Promise
And these two stories are random OC’s, just little blurbs with random names thrown in, but I might as well have all my original writings in one spot <3 (the Michael mentioned in the polyship one is not the same Michael from my main group of OC’s)
A continuation of this fic, I’m thinking this is a couple months later or so. It’s 675-ish words, but I’m throwing a read more in here to make it less of a nuisance (sorry mobile users)
Trevor wakes suddenly, gasping and choking. Water streams down his face and something pools in the back of his throat, viscous and inhibiting his breathing. His shoulders and chest burn, the muscles stretched to a ripping point as he hangs suspended by his wrists, his toes just brushing the ground. If he stretches just right he can take a bit of weight off the shackles on his wrists, but not enough to give any relief.
He gags and spits out what he can, some of it splattering red on the floor while the rest clings to his lips.
“A-Algamoth..” he whispers. His throat burns and his voice is hoarse, evidence of the sheer amount of screaming he has done over the past twenty-four hours.
Algamoth remains silent in his head. He can feel the demon is still there, a puddle of smoke cradled in the back of his skull just above his spine. He hasn’t moved or made a sound since the shackles were snapped onto their wrists and Trevor grew more concerned with every passing hour. “Algamoth please, I need you right now.”
It hurts. Everything hurts.
The brick buildings on each side of the alley frame the grey sky, raindrops falling like tears on his bruised and broken skin. If he squints against the drops he can see the shattered window high above, the one he made a forceful exit from and now lies amongst the shards that fell with him. His chest burns and his legs are bent at angles they were never meant to reach and his shoulder is definitely not right either. It’s hard to breathe.
He’s going to die here, alone in a dirty back alley.