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I had a question come up that I’d just like to give some clarification on.

I had a few people ask if, since this is a SFW event, they can use stories with NSFW content.

I took a bit to think about it, and I think I’m going to say this:

For gift purposes, nothing sexual of any kind is allowed. But for the stories you submit to be the basis of your gift, I’ll allow up to fade-to-black. If you’ve got a story that goes beyond that, I’d prefer you choose another one to enter in the event.

The main reasoning for this is that the event is supposed to bring people together, to read stories and meet authors they may not have met before. I can’t juggle people’s preferences on NSFW content along with everything else I’m managing- I’m one person, and this event usually brings in around thirty to forty people. That’s a lot of stories to manage. I’m pretty busy over the holidays, and running this event is about all I can do without adding another layer to it.

I also have to consider the fact that I usually have some minors participating in this event. I can’t, in good conscience, send someone underage to go read a story that has hardcore NSFW content. And if I have to manage that on top of everything else, I’ll end up burning myself out. I think that for this year, at least, the safest option for everyone is to say that if you’ve got a story that includes anything more than a fade-to-black, please choose another one for the event.

I’m not trying to be unfair or exclude people or stand on some kind of moral high ground. I’ve just got to keep this event at a level where I can manage it, and where everyone can have fun over the holidays. Hopefully y’all can understand where I’m coming from on this?

(Just like fandom whump, if someone wanted to do an NSFW-friendly version of Season’s Beatings, I would be happy to give them my blessing on it and help them set it up!)

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Sorry for the delay, whumpers! My body chose the exact wrong time to hit me with a terrible sinus infection- I’ve finally managed to convince it that I am not what should be getting whumped!

But, at long last- HERE IT IS!

The signup form for Season’s Beatings 2024!!

I’m doing this a bit differently this year…

The form will stay open until November 28. I’m going to take November 29 and 30 to get everyone paired up, and you’ll get your gift information on December 1. Gift submission closes December 25 at midnight Mountain Time! There’ll be a five day cushion for my standby people to make extra gifts if needed, and once again everyone will receive their gifts on December 31 at midnight to ring in the New Year!

So what’s changed? This year, I’m putting in a caveat for latecomers who may not see the event signup until too late and be disappointed that they can’t participate. If you happen to come across this post after November 28, until December 5 you can still join! You’ll have to sign up with a friend, however, and you and your friend will exchange gifts. So you won’t get the mystery element of wondering who your gifter is, but you will still get to participate in the event! After December 5, the event will be fully closed and I won’t be able to take any more participants. But hopefully by then, everyone’s aboard!

I also have someone working on making us a Discord server, so if that’s done in time, we should have a Season’s Beatings Discord this year!

All right, that’s it from me! Signups are officially OPEN!

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Season's Beatings 2024!

HA-HA-HA-happy holidays, whumpers!

It's that time of year again! This is the official announcement post for the second (or third, if you count the year of Saint Whumpolas) run of my holiday whump exchange event Season's Beatings!

Hi! If you don't know me, my name is Puck, formerly known as Piper, formerly known as Saint Whumpolas, and currently known as something completely different! I run this event every year (ish) to spread a little joy and fun through the whump community for the holidays.

Season's Beatings is a whumpy gift exchange!Participants will be paired up with two other whumpers- one to make a gift for, and one who will be making a gift for them. Then, on a specified day-just like last year, we're doing December 30 this year-I'll pop into your inbox to deliver your gift! Gifts can be just about anything- writing, art, moodboards, photos of your pet crocodile holding a knife...all right, maybe not that last one. Crocodiles prefer guns.

Official rules and the sign-up sheet will be arriving either tomorrow or the next day! I'm so excited to see what wintery whump the community makes for each other this year!

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Forgot to add a poll🤦🏻‍♀️

So hi!

Due to a really big, really good thing that happened this morning that I am not at liberty to talk publicly about yet, I likely won’t be able to write very much during July. I’m not going on hiatus completely! But updates are gonna be slow (well, slow-er.)

And I don’t want to stop interacting with the community completely, so I was wondering- before The Incident 2.0 happened, I was planning to do a summer reprise of Season’s Beatings. Sort of a Christmas-in-July situation. And that was going to end at my birthday, but since that’s in like two weeks that’s obviously not going to work.

But! If I had the event start on my birthday and end in late August just before I hear back from Nutcracker auditions (oh yeah, I’m doing Nutcracker again) I could make it work and it would still technically be summer! I’m using this post to gauge interest- does anyone want to give it another go for the summer? @painsandconfusion I know you mentioned wanting to!

(By the way, I’ll still be running Season’s Beatings from this blog even though I’m happily settled into my new one!)

Update: I meant to put a poll here and completely forgot

I really wish I could put “vanilla extract” but I do need actual results.

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So hi!

Due to a really big, really good thing that happened this morning that I am not at liberty to talk publicly about yet, I likely won’t be able to write very much during July. I’m not going on hiatus completely! But updates are gonna be slow (well, slow-er.)

And I don’t want to stop interacting with the community completely, so I was wondering- before The Incident 2.0 happened, I was planning to do a summer reprise of Season’s Beatings. Sort of a Christmas-in-July situation. And that was going to end at my birthday, but since that’s in like two weeks that’s obviously not going to work.

But! If I had the event start on my birthday and end in late August just before I hear back from Nutcracker auditions (oh yeah, I’m doing Nutcracker again) I could make it work and it would still technically be summer! I’m using this post to gauge interest- does anyone want to give it another go for the summer? @painsandconfusion I know you mentioned wanting to!

(By the way, I’ll still be running Season’s Beatings from this blog even though I’m happily settled into my new one!)

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Happy holidays, @whump-it-like-its-hot!

From your gifter: Um sorry I’m not exactly the best at drawing but Knut just seemed too sweet not to hurt! I hope their paramedic skills will help them in this case

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I didn't participate but thanks so much for your hard work putting this event together! I laugh every time I read your blog name because it's so peak whump community. 😂

As much as I absolutely love the name, I can’t take credit for it- that was @voidwhump’s hilarious suggestion! I adore whump puns and this one was perfect- as much as I had fun with Saint Whumpolas, I think the new name fits better and encompasses more. I had so much fun with this event!!

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And we’re done! (Except for one person whose gift is still in the works!) Feel free to reveal yourselves to your person, post gifts you made to your own blogs, whatever you like!

Thank you so much to everyone who participated! You all made running this event so fun and smooth, I had a great time seeing how hard everyone worked on their gifts, and an even better time seeing the reactions to the gifts tonight!

A special thank you to @whumpinthepot for being my cheerleader while running this thing- it’s a lot of work for one person, and you kept me on track and helped me not feel so stressed out!

And another special thank you to @painsandconfusion for reminding me that this event existed in the first place! I can’t believe I forgot about it for almost two years- I’m so happy to resurrect it! Definitely bringing it back next year, or maybe even sooner!

Oh, and another special thank you to my standby people- you all relieved a lot of the pressure on me to make sure gifts were finished! Thank you so much for being willing to jump in on short notice to ensure that everybody has a gift!

Happy holidays, whump community!

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Happy holidays, @dresden-syndrome!

From your gifter: I hope you like it, I really enjoy reading about EESU!! Happy holidays.

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Happy holidays, @cupcakes-and-pain!

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Happy holidays, @someonecommittingcrimes!

Contains: captivity, torture, multiple whumpers, beating, burns, electrical shocks

Token hissed in pain as he awoke in the cell, very aware of his extensive injuries.

How long had it been? How much longer would it be before he was killed? Would Gould even let him die in dignity, or would his father’s old partner not stop until he had ripped Paradise’s location out of Token?

He was not looking forward to finding out.

Ugh, he couldn’t believe he had been stupid enough to think he could just get captured without consequences. He should’ve known it wouldn’t have been this easy.

Ugh, that stupid Element! Why did his father have to be so obsessed with that thing?!

Whatever. It’s not like he could go back now. The only thing being angry over it would do is cause problems.

Gould choose that moment to arrive, grinning maliciously and looking as pristine as ever. His neat hair and tidy coat contrasted heavily with the rough condition Token was in.

“Unless you’ve had a change of heart and want to tell me where Paradise is, we can begin.” Gould gleefully said.

“I haven’t. Just get it over with.”

“Oh, alright. Since you insist.”

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Token spat blood and glared as fiercely as he could, which honestly wasn’t a lot. Gould had been beating him for the past 10 minutes or so, and although he was doing his best to stay strong, there was only so much Token could do. He was getting beaten for Element’s sake.

“Had enough yet? Tell me where Paradise is and we can be done with this. I take no pleasure in this, you know.”

“Like hell you don’t. You want to get back at my father and this is the only way how, coward.”

Gould neither confirmed nor denied this. He just reared back and punched Token again.

And so it began. He beat in Token’s face, chest, stomach, arms, legs, back, and anywhere else his hands or legs could reach. Pain erupted from Al over, seemingly simultaneous as reality blurred together.

Token is pretty sure the last thing that happened was Gould was kicking him repeatedly in the back. It didn’t feel like he had gotten hit in awhile, but Token had no idea if that was real or if he had gotten smacked so hard that he was slowly losing consciousness.

Where even was Gould-

Agonized screams tore through Token’s throat as his arms were on fire, actually burning, pressed against hot metal. His vision was blurry and spotted, but he was just able to make out Gould figure above him.

Between burns and miserable, excruciating, mind-numbing pain, Token quietly realized that if Gould were to get carried away, he could very easily kill Token before ever even extracting the Element. The captive didn’t know whether he should take comfort in possibly thwarting the business man or be horrified that he could be tortured to death over a years old grudge between former partners.

He didn’t have much time to dwell on it, though, because he passed out for real just a few moments later. After all, between the energy spent on thinking, getting burned on top of his bruises and blood, and his already very weak body, it was bound to happen.

The world became dark and Token slipped into the void …

…

… Only to have a rather rude awaking just a few minutes later, curtesy of a taser being shoved between his ribs.

Token twitched and screamed once more, now uncomfortably back in the realm of consciousness.

Raptor shocked Token by speaking. He hadn’t even realized the immature man was there.

“If your father could see you now… you’re so pathetic. Just like him.”

Even if Token wanted to respond, he couldn’t, because the taser was turned on again and he shrieked. His body writhed and convulsed against his will, unable to focus on anything but pain. Pure, unrelenting pain consuming through him as sure as the blood corded through his veins. The whole world seemed to melt into shades of red, black, and white as his vision swam and danced. Reality preformed a ballet where the music was his suffering and moves his injuries. The grand finale was Raptor starting to kick him around while Gould continued to tase him relentlessly.

And at last, at long last, Token passed out again and was mercifully left alone. For now.

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Happy holidays, @whumble-beeee!

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Happy holidays, @tiaswritingsideblog!

Something to Fight For

Time blurred into a white-hot rush, the seconds marked by bursts of pain.

Makra had speculated that the beatings would stop after a while, that she’d be let up for air, but alas, this was not to be. After the beatings, the demon holding her captive had turned to torture. After that, sleep deprivation.

Her tongue bled from biting down so hard, but she wouldn’t scream. She could not scream. That would be letting the enemy know that it worked, that they were victorious. And she had a job to do.

Time was marked by the methods of torture. One minute, the demon would be slicing into her skin, the next, white-hot pokers would be inserted into the wounds. Salt, to burn her skin further. All of it was part of the job, she just had to stay vigilant.

“For what, though?” This statement interrupted her careful machinations, and for a moment she wasn’t sure if she’d actually heard it, or the unspecified hours without sleep were finally getting to her. When she opened one of her eyes, though, she saw the demon Xlan grinning down at her cruelly, like this was some sort of twisted game.

“What do you bother staying vigilant for? Or, rather, who.” Xlan pushed a blade underneath Makra’s chin, tilting his captive’s head up with a dangerous gleam in his eye. “Not a scream, not a word since you came here…I’m starting to think you’re mute. Shame.”

Makra stayed silent, the rest of her eyes opening and staring blankly at Xlan, refusing to give him any indication of anything at all. Her mission before was to kill Haedra’s informant. But now, her mission was to stay silent, resolute, despite the overwhelming urge to give this demon a big fuck you. Those words though…they carved a well of doubt into her painfully alert mind. For what?

“I don’t like it when I have silent ones.” The blade trailed along Makra’s jawline, then her cheek, stopping just at her eyelid. Makra stayed still, glaring at Xlan with all the affection of cats and dogs.

“Silence always comes with a reason. You, little spy, have something to lose. I’ll find out what it is with or without your help.” And with that, Xlan stabbed his blade into one of Makra’s legs, slicing, slicing deep, and it was all the spider demon could do to bite her tongue as her limb fell to the floor, twitching still.

“You’ll break, they all do! The journey may be long, but oh, will it be painful, don’t you worry…” Makra jerked away, making a low clicking sound under her breath in warning.

“What a pity you only have seven legs left…hm. You could always go for the eyes…” Xlan mused, fiddling with the knife, tracing it haphazardly across Makra’s skin.

“You could always go away,” Makra suggested, her voice strained and hoarse from disuse, but none the less acidic with hatred.

“She talks! Fucking finally!” The demon’s blade was stabbed into her shoulder, left there like she was a scabbard as he circled her. “So you’re not mute, you do have something left to fight for…” He leaned in close, causing Makra to squirm away, disgusted.

“It’s called balance. You should be fighting for it too, without schmoozing up to some whore of a fallen angel.”

Xlan paid no mind to her words, searching her face with an all-knowing smile, a little bit of insanity in his eyes.

“Something to fight for, something left to rip away, something to destroy…oh, this…will…be…fun.”

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Happy holidays, @shywhumpauthor! (Part two!)

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Happy holidays, @shywhumpauthor!

(Your gift is in two parts because there’s too many images for one post!)

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Happy holidays, @painsandconfusion!

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Happy holidays, @acollectionofcuriousreblogs!