Cashew Writes Stuff

cashew-butter's writing blog.  Contains fanfics, musings, & original content.  Icon made by ceruleansage. ao3

[reiding-and-writing]

Reblog if you're a fanfic writer and you wanna know what your followers' favorite story of yours is ❤

[callsignrooroo]

I will literally cry

[smoothoperatorleclerc]

new ask game for anyone who write fics: anonymously or not send an ask with one line from something I’ve written that really stood out to you or lingered with you

[whumptober]

Whumptober 2022

Welcome to Whumptober 2022, in its fifth year of running!

To those of you who participated last year, welcome back! To everyone new, WELCOME!

Please make sure to read the Event Info carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.

This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.

With that being said, we’re very excited to see the community come together once more and be a wild, chaotic bunch of creators and consumers of whump. Go wild with the prompts, and support your fellow creators, see what juicy whump they’ve created too! We wish you all the fun!

(All 31 Themes + Prompts, Event Information and FAQs are posted below the cut!)

Keep reading

[creativichee]

Send me a number and I’ll write a micro story using the word or phrase

(creator note: I recommend 3-10 sentences but go for a longer piece if you really feel it! Replace pronouns as needed for the character / point of view)

don’t leave 

this was a mistake

[I] trusted [you]

one chance

help

illusion

silent fury

sunbathing

falling

righteous

drastic

candles

too loud

overgrown

trembling hands

in dreams

empty

flinders

sea change

alone, finally

collapse

nap

sated

tender

senseless

how dare [you]

hide

something about [them]

sweat

harsh whisper

breeze

dust motes

saccharine

bauble

filthy

total control

defy

soak

accursed

pet

comfort food

savior

undone

cheap

svelte

shimmer

crave

rampage

nightfall

accost

[ask-games-from-a-weird-girl]

Fanfic asks - for the askers

Basically, it's a fanfic asks with a twist - because now it's the askers who answer the questions and send them to YOU! Mostly to give you some love about your writing! Giving you some well deserved ego boost! <3

So, askers - pick a number, or several numbers, to answer in ask boxes that you send to your fic author!

My favorite fic of yours

My favorite chapter in my favorite fic of yours

The best character you've written for

The best ship you've written for

A fic I haven't read yet from you, but I want to

Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics

What made me the most emotional after reading

What I like the most about your writing

A fic i'm excited for you updating/posting

A character/ship I didn't enjoy/think about as much before you wrote about them

Something I wish/hope you write

A fic of yours that i've re-read

If i've ever shared/talked about your fic to someone else

A fic I didn't expect to like so much

A question I have about one of your fics

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts Part II

“We need to stop the bleeding – now!”

“I hate to see you hurt like this.”

“Please talk to me. I need to know that you’re alright.”

“I want to help you, so please let me.”

“You don’t have to be so brave when you’re with me.”

“I’m sorry, but this is going to hurt for a second.”

“Seeing you like this and not being able to help – it breaks my heart.”

“If you don’t tell me what happened, I can’t help you!”

“It will be easier, if you just talk to me.”

“Don’t worry about anything. I will take care of it.”

“I need you to breathe for me. Slowly – in and out.”

“You’re normally the tough guy. Today, let me be tough for the both of us.”

“Just listen to the sound of my voice.”

“I wish I could be there with you right now.”

“Is it okay to hug you?”

Part I

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[creativepromptsforwriting]

Hurt/Comfort Dialogue Prompts

“Just close your eyes. I will still be here when you open them again.”

“Sure, you can use me as a pillow.”

“I’d come for you. No matter what, when you need me, I will be there.”

“Can you walk? I’d be happy to carry you.”

“This is not who you are. I know you better than that.”

“I know, it hurts. I’m so sorry, but we have to get this out.”

“You can hold my hand.”

“The nightmares are just an illusion. I’m really here.”

“Tell me to stay and I will be here for as long as you’ll have me.”

“It’s okay to be afraid sometimes.”

“Just keep breathing. In and out. You’re doing great.”

“You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

“It’s alright. I’m not going to let go.”

“Show me where it hurts.”

“If you don’t know where to go, you can always come here.”

“You can go to sleep now. I will keep watch.”

“Hey, listen to me. You’re safe. Nothing is going to hurt you.”

“I want you to know that it’s okay to cry.”

“Take all the time you need.”

“If you feel safer with me being there, you know I will always be there.”

“Just look at me. Forget everything else.”

“They won’t take you away from me ever again.”

“You need to keep your eyes open. Just a little longer.”

“Don’t let your fears dictate your life.”

“I’m going to ask you how you are and I would like you to answer me honestly.”

Part II

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[bicinno]

Reblog if it's OK for other artists to draw your OCs

Sometimes I get too timid to send asks to ask. I want to see how many people are ok with artists drawing their OCs!

[cashewwritesstuff]

DR2: Beach Shenanigans

The seagulls flew above them, like an angry swarm of bees. 

Fuyuhiko looked up, slipped his sunglasses on his face, and squinted his good eye. 

Fucking gremlins of the fucking sky. Thought they fucking knew shit. Stole his fucking dango. 

He picked up a rock from the shoreline, hearing the calming sea in the distance. 

The rock was gently tossed from hand to hand and Fuyuhiko pointed it at one of them, “I’m going to fucking kill you, you bastards!”

He let it fly. 

All at once, in slow motion, they dive-bombed him. 

“Shit! ShiT! SHIT! FUCKING BASTARD BIRDS, FUCK OFF! I’LL KILL YOU AND RIP YOUR FEATHERS OFF.”

The yakuza attempted to punch a bird. Several birds. 

A hill attempted to peck out his remaining eye. He smacked at it. 

Others nipped at his arms and shoulders. 

It wasn’t long before he covered his head with his arms and attempted to protect himself from the swarm of malicious bastards. 

He wasn’t sure how long he was like that, but he heard more obnoxious squawking above him and a flurry of movement. 

He opened his eye, peeking over his freckled arms. 

Peko stood over him in her swimsuit, arms outstretched in a protective stance. Her silvery hair flowed down her back in gentle waves. 

She turned her head towards him, stern, red eyes meeting his, “Fuyuhiko,” she murmured. “What did the birds do to you?”

He felt heat creep on his face, definitely not from the sun. 

“They stole my fucking dango again.”

EDIT: added to Ache on ao3

[cashewwritesstuff]

My AMAZING friend, @kintheartist​ , drew fuyupeko/kuzupeko based on my Ache (x & x & ao3) drabbles. Ugh, I love her so much. FOLLOW HER.

I love these guys too much now.

[cashewwritesstuff]

DR2: Ache v.2

In the days following her awakening, she wasn’t able to meet his gaze. 

She could feel it on her constantly. 

When he sat with her as she gained her bearings and the memories of their despair plagued her, haunting her. 

When he watched her from the doorway as she struggled to get her strength back in the island’s dojo, she hoped he didn’t come help her. 

When she laid in bed next to him, feeling fleeting, stabbing pains in her back and mind seeing his bleeding body underneath her, lifeless. His eye sliced in half by her own blade. 

A small sigh escapes her as her heart and body aches. The bed shifts and she can hear quiet cursing behind her. 

As she turns, she sees him clutching his face, jaw tense, and teeth gritting. 

She takes in his trembling body and reaches out to him, hands over his. 

“Fuyuhiko?” She murmurs, a small part of her still wants to call him master, but she pushes it down deep. 

She pulls the hands away from his face and rubs circles in his palms. She waits as he lets out a harsh breath, her heart aching as he does. 

His voice is quiet when he responds, “Peko?”

His one eye meets her own. 

It’s easy to meet his gaze now. After all this time.

They’re both hurting. She knows that in her soul as she laces her fingers in his. 

She will never leave his side. Not when they need each other. 

[cashewwritesstuff]

DR2: Ache

He watches her back twitch violently as she sleeps, and wonders if she has phantom pains like he does. 

His sleepless, addled mind wanders to her holding him close, surrounded by robotic samurai, using her whole body and strength to protect him from the thousands of blades. 

Her final act as his shield. 

A tool. 

As the thought crosses his mind, a stabbing, then slicing pain races across his gut and where his right eye used to be.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

His jaw clenches tight, teeth grinding together. His whole body trembles, hands grabbing at his face, and he squeezes his good eye shut.

It will pass. It always does.

The guilt never does.

“Fuyuhiko?”

There’s movement in the bed after a moment. Her warm, calloused hands are on top of his, taking them away from his face. A thumb rubs circles in his palm. 

He lets out a shuddering breath and opens his eye, “Peko?”

Her deep, red eyes bore into his golden one. Digging into his soul, as they always did, and full of knowing. 

A smile stretches across her lips, a small attempt to show him comfort. 

His heart clenches painfully in his chest. 

She was hurting too. 

He intertwines his fingers with hers, matching their breathing. Becoming one. Equal. 

He doesn’t mind when she inches closer, pressing her forehead to his, and closes her eyes. 

He imagines that the pains fade to a dull ache when she’s with him and he with her. 

All he needs, will ever need, is her. 

[kintheartist]

The sweetest of salad boys!! The best commission my friend @cashewwritesstuff could have asked for!

[cashewwritesstuff]

Acon felt like he should expect this more often. 

He definitely felt like Tangelo would be worse at stealth (he was, but not in this instance, apparently). 

He really should’ve known better by this point when he’d get pulled down by his partner and dipped. 

“Oh, hello there,” the smooth voice murmured, as the impish green eyes met his blue ones. 

Acon raised an eyebrow before Tangelo smiled and smothered kisses on his cheek. 

Laughs bubbled from his chest as the other sylvari kissed went from his cheek to his neck, tickling him. 

Acon’s hands rested on Tangelo’s collarbones, quiet giggles escaping him, “You’re ridiculous.”

Tangelo whispered, a smile on his cheek, “The least I can do when you’re too tall to kiss properly.”

[kintheartist]

When the Dream and the Nightmare fall in love...

[cashewwritesstuff]

Her hand shook as she reached up to cup her palm on Dendron’s cheek. 

Delphine could feel her eyes burn as he pressed his cheek deeper into it, closing his eyes and the creases in his forehead relaxing. 

“I almost lost you,” he murmured, placing his hand over hers and pulling her palm to his mouth. Dendron’s lips left a gentle kiss. 

She closed her eyes, reaching up with her other hand, and placed it on the other cheek. 

Delphine murmured while stroking his cheekbone with her, “I’m okay now, thanks to you.”

She pulled him to her, pressing his lips to his. 

[cashewwritesstuff]

Febuwhump: Day 8

Fire ripped through her shoulder, racing to her back and down her arm. Slick, hot blood dripped down the shoulder, covering Borghildr’s tattoos, and dripped to the floor.

Any shift of her shoulder sent pain everywhere, an arrow deep in the muscles. She barely registered Arma gathering supplies around her, cursing at her, the situation, anything.

Finally, she sat down, brows low and tense over hazel eyes and blonde hair falling forward.

She watched her wife as she huffed, “I’m out of freaking numbing ointment and hard alcohol, so you’re going to have bare with me just yanking that arrow out, okay?”

A breathless laugh, “I’ve had worse. Childbirth is worse.”

“I know, I know. A tough old lady like you?” A cool hand on her sweaty brow before it touched the shaft that still jutted through her.

“On three, okay?”

One, two…

[cashewwritesstuff]

Febuwhump: Day 7

Ringing reverberated through his skull and fingers prickling. Sluggishly, Acon’s senses came back one by one, before he blinked open his eyes. 

The fluorescent lights of the lab, made him wince and grit his teeth.

What happened? Where was Tangelo?

“Oh, the grey and purple one is awake. Excellent.” 

Who?

He gave his eyes a moment to adjust, but the moment he did, he was face to face with a very smug-looking asura in red and black clothing.

Oh, oh no. The Inquest tricked us. Of course they did.

He heard muffled yelling to the left of him, and he turned his head.

And there was Tangelo, restrained and practically muzzled, furious. He thrashed around in his spot before locking eyes with Acon.

The green eyes met blue.

They had to get out of here.

[cashewwritesstuff]

Febuwhump: Day 6

His body shivered, the cold to his bones.

How long had they been out here, in these caves? Was he turning blue?

Kairi shivered violently next to him, as if in response to his. Her trembling fingers clutching at the field blanket they brought with them. 

Dorian weakly pulled her closer, hoping their minimal body heat would help in some way.

This was his fault, wasn’t it? He had a lead on research on Grawl totems out here, didn’t he?

When did he get so tired?

He rested his cheek on her head, which was covered in a knitted, purple hat, and blinked his eyes slowly. 

Would it be so bad to take a little nap?