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Hello, dears. One and all, welcome. You may remember from the golden days of yore long ago when the sun was young etc etc that I used to write a lot. However for the last several years, for several interlinking reasons, I've written a lot less. I know, we all miss it...

Or do we??

As much as I am very gently (and very enjoyably!) getting myself back into the practice of writing, it's slow. And posting? Well that's another matter entirely. I have several story continuations sitting in my drafts. But there's a block between me, the writing/editing, the drafting and hitting that post button. I don't know if it's the lack of practice, the nerves that all my old readers are gone, or just the fact that writing has been much of more a private thing for a while. But I thought I'd make a poll and see if it helps conquer the block! So:

Feel free to elaborate on your answer if you desire, or just click that anonymous button and I'll infer the rest myself.

Is this poll a cheat to see if people will be nice to me? Well, yes, probably. But it's my blog so I can do that and you can't stop me 😌 I do really want to finish/continue the stories I started though and I also have other things in the works that have taken over my brain and sit firmly behind the whump wheel for now. So, who knows. Maybe we'll get somewhere!

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Floating face down in a blank word document file, while not physically possible, is nevertheless a tangible authorial state.

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Raise wa Tanin ga Ii - Ch 35.2

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Ready Player Two

Chapter 39 of the Professional//Victim series

Faced with a bleak future of retraining and a new occupant in the house, Tommy chooses to play the game.

Content includes: Captive whumpee, long term captivity, PTSD flashbacks, "willing" whumpee, emotional and physical abuse in relationships, manipulation, sensory deprivation, muzzles and gags, restraints, cigar play, noncon nudity (Tommy is in his underwear), revenge fantasies

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Continuing from here. Tommy is temporarily blinded by an experimental blinding spray. Gagged, muzzled, deafened with headphones blaring music, and shackled with his hands behind his back.

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Tommy waited.

He waited until he could not wait any longer, and then he waited some more. For pain, and then for more pain than that. Then he waited for Caius to notice that the whole album had played and his headphones fell silent, but he did not. It didn’t take long for Tommy to catch up on their conversation.

“Will the new houses be in the same neighborhood?” Sam’s voice was muffled, but Tommy could still make it out. 

“Right next door. The move-out will be a breeze.” Caius was a little louder, a fraction more clear. 

“Have you talked to the guys about it?”

“Not recently, but it’s time. You should start packing.”

Tommy felt sick to his stomach, and the gag wasn’t helping. The idea of Sam moving into the house made him feel violently ill. Something about him inspired the worst in Caius. Caius who had quit smoking years ago, but was now trailing the tip of a cigar down Tommy’s spine. Maybe Tommy should thank Sam after all, if he got him smoking again. Maybe Caius would develop lung cancer. That would be a long game, but what else could he do?

Tommy waited. 

He couldn’t react to the conversation, but they gave him plenty of other reasons to be uneasy. The gag was drying out his mouth, the whiskey burned in his sinuses. His lips were dry and chapped. Cruel kisses from charred tobacco were pressed up the sides of his neck, down his bare shoulders, into his collar bones. The burns smoldered in his skin, leaving trails like acid lipstick around a lovers bite.

Sarge in his lap, all over him, sinking his teeth into him over and over again. Wondering, am I a man, or a chewtoy?

The sudden flash of memory startled him, and he jolted back against Caius’s legs. 

No. No. Don’t think about it. It’s fine. It’s not a big deal. 

“What’s his problem?”

“Don’t change the subject. Why would you keep your lab in the city?”

The burn of the whiskey in his nose suddenly turned to the burn of herbicide, that musty chemical smell, the fire in his skin, the memory so real and so close–

“-blocking panels to prevent thermal cameras from picking up on the lab through the roof.”

“Jesus, do you have a fucking growhouse back there?”

“Something like that. The stuff I use takes an enormous amount of energy, it’s hard enough to keep that concealed. A lab inside the house would be–” Tommy fell back into the memory like a swimmer struggling to stay above the waves, pulled back under the surface as another rolled through.

The ringing in his ears from firing the gun.The spray of blood painting the wall behind him, revealed to his eyes like a curtain pull as the body crumpled to the floor. His face, just as his light was blown out with his brains stop thinking about it stop thinking don’t think don’t do this shit why can’t you stop why can’t you just be normal stop stop stop why why–

Tommy interrupted his spiral to wobble up onto his knees, turning until he felt legs against his chest, and laid his head down in Caius’s lap. 

Why couldn’t Sarge have saved him just one more bullet for Caius. 

He nuzzled his face into the soft fabric beneath it and was rewarded with a few strokes of his hair. Tommy could stomach the sickness Caius’s affection gave him, enough to even seek comfort by his hands. 

He just hated himself for it. 

Thanks, cloth mother. How come wire mother gets custody?

“-Six or seven electrical boxes from different companies, but they’re like, hooked to different closed sections of wiring, so none of them know how much I’m actually using all together. Michell’s plan, obviously.”

“Well, then Michell can do it again.”

“Not in your ghost neighborhood. There’s only going to be one, maybe two companies, tops, that even service this area.”

“Whatever, generators then.”

“Might as well install a gas pump then because we’d be going through a station sized tank a day.”

“No, solar, obviously.”

Sam sighed. “No, you can’t store solar energy for long enough for it to blah blah blah, blah blah? Blah, blah—

Tommy lost track of what Sam was saying, on account of Caius curling his fingers tighter and tighter into his hair. He interjected with a soft whine, rubbing his cheek against the thigh beneath him.

“God, shut UP!!!” Caius admonished, interrupting Sam’s rambling to smack Tommy. He recoiled from the pain, but knew the anger wasn’t truly directed at him.

He’s pissed. Time to show him who’s the good one.

Tommy leaned forward into the darkness until he felt Caius’s hand again. He pressed muzzled kisses to the center of his palm, and was rewarded with fingers curled under the straps to gently scratch him. Tommy hummed, disguising a gag that surged up his throat before he could push the shame back down.

“Mm, sorry sweetheart, I thought you were saying something,” Caius murmured, his voice dripping with feigned remorse. “So what were you saying then, Sammy?”

There was a pause of stunned silence from the outburst. Tommy waited.

“I…I was just rambling. Sorry.” Sam was quieter, spooked into a submissive state. He used to lash right at Caius, but more and more often now, he folded.

Tommy teased the tip of his nose into Caius’s palm, pressing another kiss there. Even as he debased himself,,  an idea was forming, and with it came an alien sense of empowerment. He felt high, almost giddy, and stifled a crazy laugh that tried to bubble right out of him. 

Oh my god…I’m going to break you. I’m going to destroy everything you love. 

A twisted smile formed that he hid in Caius’s hands as he was cooed over and petted, further punishments avoided by his display of affection.

I know you. 

He felt the heat of a cigar return to his shoulder, but Caius smacked Sam’s hand away. His ploy for protection had worked.

I know every faultline within you. I know every secret and every insecurity and everything that makes you tick.

Sam stumbled over his words, struggling to regain their rapport.

 I am going to break you down and you will have no fucking idea because you don’t even realize—

Caius started to squeeze and massage his sore shoulders, tight from being tied back for so long. It was a rare mercy, even if his bindings remained.

 I live inside of you. 

He swore to himself, in that moment, that Sam would never move in. That he would salt the earth so nothing there would ever grow. And if it was the very last thing he ever did, he would take Caius out of this world. 

Strong hands moved up the back of his neck before slipping under his muzzle again, gentling out the marks from the sharp straps. 

As he kissed Caius’s palms, he felt a strange joy knowing that Caius was eating out of his.

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Special thank you to the new additions to the tag list, hellodecisionparalysis, blurryeyeswhump, sirfenris, and absolutebeanlover, I hope you enjoy!!!

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All great ideas here ^ 👌😁

Thought I'd type up a little intro to my works ✌️

I currently have three stories I'll be posting about here - one that is in the editing/further drafting stage, one I have plotted, and one I'm just noodling with the characters and concepts.

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Sights Unseen is a romantasy adventure involving political intrigue, false identities and, sometimes, pirates.

It primarily follows Nico, a human sailor/ship's clerk on a cargo ship who is living quietly and with his head down to escape the pressures of his past life as heir to a small but strategically important kingdom called Stoneshore. In an unusual turn, his captain takes a contract to carry a mysterious young elven nobleman across the sea to Stoneshore - who turns out to be none other than Prince Devwin Marreau of Unified Montaraine, Nico's arranged betrothed since childhood, who he has never met but who is now sailing to marry his brother, Jesper, in Nico's absence.

But Nico is not the only one with a false name and twist in his life story. He can't ignore the way Devwin seems subdued, under the thumb of his personal guard one moment, and acting out, seeking attention - including Nico's attention - the next. When a crewmember unwittingly divulges their high-value passenger's presence on the ship to the wrong stranger at port, Devwin's secrets become the kink in the chain that throws his life into jeopardy, and Nico finds he can't leave him to his fate.

When the powerful play with the fates of their lessers, what is left to do but take the stars in one's own hands?

Tropes include: Gay Autistic MC/Bi Transmasc Nonbinary MC; secret identities; mutual pining; gratuitous elf whump; "guy who never expected to see kindness again" x "guy who would set himself on fire to keep others warm (derogatory)"; Sapphics giving bad relationship advice; service topping; fate as a river, not a road.

Sights Unseen is the first book in a planned trilogy.

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Regicide is a dark romantasy spinoff of Sights Unseen, taking place in the same universe. It explores justice, redemption, and loyalty.

It follows Aurika, a dryymun (tiefling/devilkin) court mage in Idera, a neighboring country to Stoneshore. Aurika completed her apprenticeship in the shadow of a deadly scandal which rocked the Ideran court and culminated in the execution of the king's own wife. Now, ten years later, Aurika knows the value of loyalty and striving for perfection. So why does this newcomer, a human of unclear profession invited by the king, named Torunn, seem to make her question the powers that be, even without saying their names?

As Torunn's motivations emerge, it becomes clear that they know something about the long ago scheme that they're keeping from Aurika, beyond a fondness for the late beheaded queen. Aurika isn't sure Torunn is trustworthy - but knowing what she does now, can she trust anyone in the palace at all?

Tropes include: Female wizard x genderfluid rogue; mathlete x kid who smokes weed in the bathroom energy; friends to enemies to lovers; "fuck redemption - I want vengeance."

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The Thrall WIP is an ambiguous set of characters and ideas that I'm playing with, but which does not currently have a set plot structure or intended end form. It is an urban fantasy vampire story which closest fits the whump genre. It contains a sexual/romantic relationship between the protagonist and antagonist, but is not a romance.

It follows Kieran, a man struggling to make ends meet in small town British Columbia, Canada, after fleeing a dangerous lover in Vancouver seven years ago. The thing is, though Kieran left the city, he has never escaped Isaiah, the vampire who enthralled him, and remains under Isaiah's control in a medium-distance half-relationship, half-cat and mouse game set up those seven years ago. So long as Kieran can take care of himself to Isaiah's standards, he can live independently, only visiting or being visited a few times a year. But Kieran is always reminded that a space is ready for him in Isaiah's home for when he gets tired of the struggle and gives in. It would mean death - no other thrall of Isaiah's has lasted longer than 18 months - but it would be a short life of leisure and comfort in the meantime.

Though that comfort does not tempt Kieran, Isaiah has begun teasing that he may not let this game of theirs go on indefinitely, that there is a point at which Kieran's reward for outlasting him will only be to die exhausted. Struggling already to meet Isaiah's demands and make rent at the same time, he must find a way out of this long nightmare soon. He cannot see the clock, but he can hear it ticking.

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The Unchaseable

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i love characters who could get the absolute Shit kicked out of them and still be fine but as soon as someone touches/handles them gently it’s like “ah. im going to shatter to pieces now thanks”

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No time to rest

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Hi! I’ve been rereading your team whump story and it is truly SO good!! do you have any plans to continue it? i’m dying to know what happens!!

Hello, anonymous friend,

How lovely to know people still want to reread my writing, thank you for telling me! I'm really glad you like it! The answer to your question is twofold

Firstly, I will say that I do already have more written (and I know where the story was going beyond what's already on the page) I'm just having trouble getting to the posting state. I actually have a poll I want to post about nudging this blog back into a writing space and getting some feedback on that, so watch out for that, hopefully I'll have the guts to post the poll soon.

Secondly, to be as honest as I can be: I have/had every intention of completing both stories that are currently ongoing (well... currently they're paused in the middle of their plots), I love all the characters, the plots and lore and outcomes are secure in my brain and I really want to share that love with other people. As of right now, neither the team whump or my other story are what are sparking joy to get me back into the swing of writing. My muse has gone elsewhere, and although it does mean that I'm starting to get some words on the page again after a couple of years of not being all that wordy, it means the completion/continuation of the team whump might be on the back burner for a while longer. I want to! I really, really hope to come back to them! I'm not making promises of when that will be.

That being said, point 1 means there are a few more pieces I could share, just as soon as I can get my brain to cooperate 😂😅

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Whumpee who gets robbed in their home

They get tied up and gagged while Whumper takes their belongings

They just wait for it to be over until they realize that Whumper isnt just taking valuable stuff.....they take Whumpees clothes and Hygiene items aswell

They are not robbing Whumpee they are packing for Whumpee so Whumpee can " move in with them"

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good-ass trope: whumpee slowly realizing they’ve been drugged. they eat/drink something or feel a tiny pinprick at their neck and think nothing of it, but a few seconds later they feel dizzy and lethargic and confused. everything grows hazy around them and they realize only then, when they’re too weak to do anything about it, what has happened, giving them just enough time to be afraid before losing consciousness.

bonus points if the last thing they see before passing out is the antagonist’s face. bonus bonus points for waking up confused, restrained, and weak as a kitten with antagonist nearby, ready to lay the hurt on.

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Give your whumpee too much medical maladies or too many post-whump wounds to deal with. Let them be so overwhelmed with Issues and Problems so that something that would, at any other time, be important manages to go undetected. Until it doesn't. Until they suddenly can't ignore it, or they're fainting from pain, or their buddies have to rush to get them medical care.

Or give them drugs. Smother that pain. Let them be at ease... and let that ease cover the way that something is going wrong underneath. Let the pain grow, unfelt, until their body shuts down in other ways and then it's a race to find out what's wrong and fix it.

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Hi! I’ve been rereading your team whump story and it is truly SO good!! do you have any plans to continue it? i’m dying to know what happens!!

Hello, anonymous friend,

How lovely to know people still want to reread my writing, thank you for telling me! I'm really glad you like it! The answer to your question is twofold

Firstly, I will say that I do already have more written (and I know where the story was going beyond what's already on the page) I'm just having trouble getting to the posting state. I actually have a poll I want to post about nudging this blog back into a writing space and getting some feedback on that, so watch out for that, hopefully I'll have the guts to post the poll soon.

Secondly, to be as honest as I can be: I have/had every intention of completing both stories that are currently ongoing (well... currently they're paused in the middle of their plots), I love all the characters, the plots and lore and outcomes are secure in my brain and I really want to share that love with other people. As of right now, neither the team whump or my other story are what are sparking joy to get me back into the swing of writing. My muse has gone elsewhere, and although it does mean that I'm starting to get some words on the page again after a couple of years of not being all that wordy, it means the completion/continuation of the team whump might be on the back burner for a while longer. I want to! I really, really hope to come back to them! I'm not making promises of when that will be.

That being said, point 1 means there are a few more pieces I could share, just as soon as I can get my brain to cooperate 😂😅

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why must the guard dog characters unquestioning devotion to their master be born from trust or some shit cant they be manipulated into it. raised into it. brainwashed even

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More chains! Cause chains are good!

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Fantasy whump I never see enough: the moment the shield breaks.

A magical shield cracking like glass under a powerful attack, shattering into thousands of shards.

Metal being cut or burned straight through.

The one thing that was supposed to protect you just not being enough.

Bonus points if the character was trying to shield someone else. And maybe they get hurt instead.

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ohhh we love a good “forced to torture your friend while undercover as a bad guy” don’t we

like. when you meet their eyes and you both know you have to do it and you have to do it well