Rec-Cember 2025 Day 21: Whitepine [8]

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Whitepine my beloved. Easily the best media I engaged with this year bar none. I had such a lovely time with it. And I got to learn what atmospheric horror is, lmao.

blind stitch by captainschaos
General Audiences | Gen
ClownPierce & IvoryCello
1,311 words | One-shot
ClownPierce is the head of staff at Hemlocke Manor. He takes his job-- and the care of those in his staff-- seriously. He's taken a particular watchful eye to the newest member in his care.

In Reference to Normality by AstroHunny
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
Ivory, ClownPierce, Mysticat, Serapter
Fluff, Non-Linear Narrative, Not Canon Compliant
2,707 words | One-shot
After what happened to Mysty, a lot of things changed around the manor. One of those being a stricter curfew. 9 o' clock sharp, they had to be in bed, and Mr. Pierce came around to check that they were. Soft "goodnight"s from the man had become routine for the staff of Whitepine, and Serapter clung to the soft whisper like a lifeline. Sadly, that was taken as more hollow advice than order for most of them.
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Alternatively, the slow settling of the servants of Whitepine after the loss of a friend from Serapter's point of view.

jam, tarts, and the occasional annoying(?) visitor by that_onecookiehead
General Audiences | Gen
ClownPierce, Reddoons, Ivory, Serapter, Ashswag
Not Canon Compliant, Slice of Life, AU - Farm/Ranch
1,150 words | 1 of 2 chapters
Clown's first attempt at strawberry jam ended up looking a tad too much like blood to really count as jam. Accidentally spilling some over his apron and the floor didn't help matters either, and now his kitchen looked like he'd just killed a man.
Perhaps he wasn't as competent at the culinary arts as he thought he was. Quite unfortunate, really, but one couldn't be good at everything in life.
Or, that fic where Clownpierce retires and buys a strawberry farm. For some reason, his old coworkers keep showing up on his doorstep.

let me call you sweetheart by ResidentHesitant
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
Ivory & Pyroscythe Hemlocke
Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Canon Compliant, Missing Scene, Spoilers
2,214 words | One-shot
“There you are, Ivory!” Pyro says with forced enthusiasm, walking down the main staircase. “I was just looking for you.”
And then he’s looking at her, which is a lot different.
Ivory stands shaking at the foot of the staircase, pale as her name, her eyes the size of dinner plates. Her tail lashes behind her, her breathing labored. She's covered in blood. Pyro’s heart drops so far he fears it may never be found.
“Oh, my God–”
The in-betweens of Pyro finding Ivory in the foyer and what happens thereafter. Major spoilers for Whitepine 7 inside.

Protect Our Own by ResHes Whumptober (ResidentHesitant)
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
Ivory & Loppezz
Hurt/Comfort, Found Family
700 words | One-shot
Ivory hasn’t left the estate in a week. She is going to keep it that way. She is going to stick to her usual routines, her usual schedules, and her usual jobs, and she is not going to leave the estate. She will have someone with her if she walks the grounds. The forest is right out, no matter how much she’d like to wander. This, she rationalizes, will keep her safe. That is how it works.

same old theme since 1916 by ResHes Whumptober (ResidentHesitant)
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
Ivory & Pyroscythe Hemlocke
Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Spoilers
508 words | One-shot
Day 27: “Would you even want me, looking like a zombie?” | Bedside Vigil | Concussion
She looks so small. That’s the only thing Pyro can think about in this moment that doesn’t make him unbearably sad or fill him with blinding rage. It’s that, here, on the white, sterile bed of the servants’ sickroom, Ivory looks very, very small.

Soft Melodies in the Night by knightinsourarmor
General Audiences | Gen
Ivory & Serapter
Developing Friendships, Fluff, Light Angst
1,000 words | One-shot
Ivory's hands stilled over the keys as the song ended. It was quiet in the room, only the echoes of the last notes. Serapter sat next to her, quiet and contemplating.
"Where did you learn how to play like that," he finally asked her.
Ivory could see hazy memories. A little girl sitting on the bench as someone older and larger, but unknowable in her mind, played. She felt like they were both happy.
"I don't remember."

There was no floor by ik_rainydayss
Teen And Up Audiences | Gen
Ivory & Serapter, Ivory & Pyroscythe Hemlocke
Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Developing Friendships
4,285 words | One-shot
Sometimes, our bodies just get sick.

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