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[justwhumpythings]

Pictured: Whumpers reacting to their favourite actor's performance

Taskmaster things that sound like whump things - 5/god knows how many

[evilwriter37]

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Gonna put this under a read more because it got kind of long. All Good Omens snippets for you! (I will be putting them on ao3 in their own respective fics.)

🌲Share a snippet featuring nature of any kind

Acres

"You don't like it?" Aziraphale asked, turning to face Crowley, who had been silent the entire time. "We have acres of property. You can do with it what you like."

Crowley was still quiet, face a little impassive, sunglasses on. Aziraphale felt his heart skip a beat. Did Crowley not like the location of the cottage? Did he not like the cottage itself. Heaven above, what if he'd messed this all up?!

But when Crowley took his sunglasses off, Aziraphale saw that his eyes were watery.

"This is for us?" he asked.

“Mm hm,” Aziraphale confirmed.

Crowley took a step forward, turning his head, taking in the trees that stretched their limbs towards the sky, the scent of pine needles, the undergrowth, everything.

“Angel.”

“Yes?” Aziraphale’s palms would have been sweating if he was human. Good thing he wasn’t.

Crowley smiled slowly. It wasn’t a thin smile or a cruel smile. It was a large, genuine one that reached the yellow of his eyes.

“These are the most plants I’ve ever owned.” Crowley looked back towards his car, at the plants in their boxes in the backseat. That was all he had… Until now. Now he owned acres of plants. He could garden as much as he wanted. That’s what Aziraphale had wanted for him.

Crowley strode up to Aziraphale, grabbed him by his upper arms, and pulled him into a kiss. They’d kissed many times now, and this one was the best. Aziraphale relaxed into it, into the feel of his demon against him. 

This. This was right.

😭 Share a snippet that will break our hearts

Unfinished (warning for major character death)

Aziraphale held Crowley in his arms. They were in Heaven, and Aziraphale was on the floor cradling his demon’s head, knowing he didn’t have long with him. His throat ached in a very human way.

“Aziraphale?” 

Crowley’s voice was hoarse, and when he coughed, blood came up on his lips. Heaven had killed him. Aziraphale didn’t know who, but he was going to rain Hell Fire down on the person who had dared to hurt his love. 

“Yes, Crowley. I’m here.” Aziraphale didn’t know how he was keeping it together. He’d known Crowley for about 6,000 years, give or take some. He’d been his only companion, his only friend, his only love. 

“Tell the bastard that did this that… that…”

“No, no! Crowley!” His eyes were getting a distant look, and Aziraphale pulled his head closer. He wanted him to finish what he was saying. He didn’t want anything to go unfinished.

“Tell them there’ll be Hell to pay.”

In a sudden show of strength, using probably what was the last of it, Crowley grabbed Aziraphale by the hair and pulled him down towards his lips. 

“I love you, Angel.”

Aziraphale wanted to say it back, but Crowley kissed him.

Aziraphale felt his last breath against his lips, and everything inside him broke. There had been no time for him to say it back. He’d never said it back. He needed to.

Aziraphale pulled away, very gently closing Crowley’s eyes. He was not in there anymore. The yellow was not his.

“I love you too,” Aziraphale managed to whisper.

Then there was a scream so loud that it tore open Heaven and could be heard down on Earth, and down lower, into Hell. There would be no quiet in Aziraphale’s torment.

🧠 Share a snippet where the character realizes something important

Rebel

“You love me,” Aziraphale said to Crowley after the zombies and Furfur had left the dressing room, after Aziraphale had revealed what he’d done to the image of them.

“What?” Crowley acted like he hadn’t been paying attention, but Aziraphale knew that was a ruse.

Aziraphale sat in the armchair, Crowley still lounging on the couch. It was how a snake would do it if a snake had limbs.

“You saved me. You saved my books. You… You’re hands shook.”

Crowley looked at him now from over his sunglasses. “They didn’t.”

“They did.” Aziraphale was so sure of what he was saying, so sure of what he’d seen. Crowley cared for him. Crowley loved him.

Crowley sighed. He rearranged himself back into a more human shape and sat up. He pulled off his sunglasses, looking at the floor.

“Say I did love you,” Crowley began. “Can you imagine the consequences of it getting out? It almost did tonight.”

Aziraphale said nothing. He saw Crowley’s point.

“So, perhaps I do love you. Perhaps I have for a very long time.” He put his sunglasses back on, looked at Aziraphale. “But Heaven and Hell can never know.” 

Crowley left the dressing room to let Aziraphale clean up, brushing past him on his way out the door. 

And Aziraphale was left with a strange mix of feelings. He was giddy. Crowley loved him. He did, he did! 

But… Heaven and Hell had almost found them out. They could never be together.

Dread and sadness sank into his heart.

And with it, a shred of rebellion. 

Aziraphale smiled to himself, and began to clean off his fake mustache.

[hardygalwrites]

Whumpmas in July ‘22, Day 31

Who is someone who has made your time on whumpblr special?

(click here for the complete @whumpmasinjuly itinerary)

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Oh boy, I can’t very well choose just one person. I may have only recently slid back into the whumpblr community, but I still remember many creators from the time before my break with fondness. And a handful of them have ended up following me here as well! which I truly appreciate :3

@straight-to-the-pain - I remember when they were simply an anonymous asker on my very first whumpblr (@shsl-whump), giving me such lovely feedback on my Team SA37 series! It was really cool to see them make their own whumpblr and become a staple in the community. I will forever appreciate their continued enjoyment of the Team SA37 series, even after I disappeared :]

@thatsgonnaleaveamark - Another long time follower from back in my active whumpblr days! They’re really cool and chill and yes, my word, their enjoyment of the Team SA37 series was and is SO encouraging and appreciated :D

@whumper-in-training - Duuuude, I remember when she first showed up, and I really liked her enthusiasm and earnestness and team dynamic focused writing! Then it turned out that I was one of her inspirations, which I have to say, is incredibly flattering! She still reads my stuff, she still remains remarkably earnest, and I think she’s neat :D

Then there’s @whumpers-inc, who is so fun to interact with and makes great prompts. @justwhumpythings​, who was one of the first whumpblrs I ever encountered back in 2018 or so and who has been following me since I still had the @shsl-whump whumpblr.

There are honestly a lot more, and I feel bad for being unable to recall them off the top of my head, but yeah! All the above people are absolutely prime, super neat, and not to mention very encouraging. They definitely made my time in the community, for however much I am or am not an active part of it, special ^-^

[bemusedlybespectacled]

go on then: izzy hands for the bingo

You know me so well. XD

Everyone other than me is either too woobifying or too villainizing of him. I love the little gremlin man. I want him to experience character development the way bread develops gluten, i.e. picking it up and slamming it onto a table repeatedly and punching it into shape. Hope this helps. <3

[wincemag]

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about whump.

Well duh, I hear you say (and you’d be right to, haha).

But what I mean is that I’ve been thinking about what whump — the word, the genre, the community — means, as opposed to, say, hurt/comfort or sometimes to angst. And I’ve come to the realisation that for me, whether something ‘counts’ as whump or not — whether it can or should be stamped with that label, seems to rest on the creator’s motivations (or sometimes, what I assume of the creator’s motivations).

June’s first article is live! Read “On Defining Whump, and the Motivations of the Creators” by @justwhumpythings in Wince Mag ✨here. ✨ 

[claracivry]

6, 9, 12 for happy writer asks?

Describe what you do and your feelings after posting a chapter. (For example: When do you usually post a fic/chapter update? How do you celebrate a posting? Are you the type to refresh constantly?, etc.)

I post at night, usually before I go to bed so I don't refresh constantly and look at the e-mail non stop lol. I try not to obsess but don't always succeed hehe

What inspired you to write your first fic?

So long ago... The year of our lord 2007 lol. I guess I had read a lot of very nice content and wanted to a) see if I could do it myelf and b) have a story that catered specifically to me and my needs hehe. It's been a long way since!

What is your favorite theme/subject matter/trope/ship to write about? Why?

Well, probably some of you know by now I like whump, and I like hurting characters. But it's not just about the hurt, you know? Is about the fact that the situation calls for reassurance, for affection a reminder that there are still people who care, people who worry and want this person around, despite everything. And also redemption, occasionally. I like the notion that no matter how bad you fuck up, you can get a second chance. But yeah, hurt characters, forever :)

Thank so much for asking!!

[veliseraptor]

Ooh I'm glad my ask meme made it round to you! How about 19, 21 or 23?

Is there something you always find yourself repeating in your writing? (favourite verb, something you describe ‘too often’, trope you can’t get enough of?)

I realized to my distinct embarrassment recently that I describe people as pressing their lips together a lot. Which I’m now going to have to watch for, so, whoops. It’s like my ‘cocks eyebrows’ gesture, or something.

Also evisceration turns up a lot, but we discussed that recently. 

On a more serious level...I feel like I noodle a lot around issues of communication, failure to communicate, communication mismatch, and people who have had a communication breakdown of some kind working to bridge that gap. “Better, not good” is another thing I feel like I do a lot of. I used to do a lot more straight tragedy or downer endings; more recently I see myself leaning more toward the bittersweet or the ‘gesturing toward the beginning of healing’ end of things. 

People fumbling toward trying to be better versions of themselves and not always succeeding. 

What other medium do you think your story would work well as? (film, webcomic, animated series?)

Which story?

I feel like I write a lot of things that are fairly episodic, but I don’t think most of what I write would be very interesting in a visual medium. Maybe a comic, for some things? But honestly...I just don’t think I’m a very visual writer. I don’t write things that are cinematic or visual or...most of the things that I write are just very in peoples’ heads and that’s sort of. A hard thing to translate to other mediums, I think.

What’s the story idea you’ve had in your head for the longest?

The original idea I’m currently noodling around and trying to work on - the #ex villain project one - is probably the thing that’s been living in my head the longest and most consistently and is still there, though there are a couple MCU fics in progress that have been moving in and out for several years. There are older original ideas that might’ve lived in my head for technically longer but have moved out now.

But I think the germ of the ex villain project - the idea of wanting to write a story with a villain protagonist - is one that’s been there for a long, long time, if one that only in the last five or six years really blossomed into something coherent.

[aceofwhump]

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