#2023 year of whump caged

[whumpinthepot]

2023 Year of whump: January (Week one)

Whump prompt: Caged

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Whumpee being put into a smaller and smaller cage gradually over time until they have to learn to curl their body into itself and control their breathing to be more shallow so they don’t suffocate. Its such a slow process that whumpee isnt sure if it’s actually happening or if they’re just imagining it, causing them to spiral every time they feel the bars pressing closer to their skin. Until eventually they can’t manage it and end up passing out from the restriction once the cage ends up too small.

[whumpforthewin]

2023 Year of Whump: 1 - Caged

I am going to make this a series. Idk if I’ll do it weekly but I am going to try. Happy 2023 Whump Community!

He woke up slowly, head pounding so much he figured he had hit it when he passed out. How much did he drink last night? He hadn’t gone that hard since college.

“Ah you’re awake.”

Liam whipped his head around to the voice, which was a mistake. “What, what happened?” He groaned.

“Yes, you may be feeling some… side effects. I assure you they will ware off.”

Finally Liam got a good look at his surroundings. And the first thing he noticed didn’t make sense. He was… in a cage? Second he noticed the other person in the room.

“Sam?” Liam’s mouth felt like cotton as he tried to speak. Theo was wearing a suit, not unusual but he felt… off. He was holding himself differently.

“Actually while you’re here please, refer to me by my actual name, Sylas,” Sam, or Sylas?, said calmly. He seemed to speak differently as well. Liam hadn’t had many conversations with him but he’d had a few.

“Okay… what’s going on? This, this isn’t funny,” Liam as as sternly as he could.

“Oh, it’s not meant to be funny. You see, I saw an opportunity so I took it. Your blood has been singing for me for months. But I’ve only taken a little. Made you forget immediately after. But now, I couldn’t resist. I needed to have you.” He made his way over to the cage and Liam scooted back as much as he could. “And now I do. The cage is a precaution until I get your room finished.”

“Y-you’re talking crazy,” Liam whispered. “You, you sound crazy!”

“No, no, dear, I sound like a vampire.” And Sylas grinned, showing off his sharp canines and he eyes flashed red.

“No, no, no, no. That. Vampires aren’t real, you’re just, you’re a crazy guy that kidnapped me!” Liam started to rattle the cage until Sylas slammed his hands down on it make Liam jump.

“I can assure you we do. But I drank from you last night, so I’ll give you some time to calm yourself.” Sylas stood up and flicked off the lights.

“Wait, wait! You can’t leave me in here!” Liam shouted.

“Good night, little one.” And the door shut.

Liam started gripping the cage and rattling it. He jerked on the door. There was a padlock, he wasn’t breaking that.

He slammed his shoulder against the wall. He wasn’t sure what else to do.

All too soon he was sore and tired. He slumped against the side of the cage. He would figure it out after a short nap…

[c0ntr0lledchaos]

2023 Year of Whump - Week 1 Caged

wordcount: 1120

“I am so glad you decided to come to see me, Anna!” The Queen said, walking a few paces in front of Anna and the two guards escorting her. 

The long corridor spun as Anna struggled to stay upright, only managing not to fall from the bruising grip on her arms. Anna had almost managed to slip out of the baggy green jacket she wore, but when the guards realized she was slipping they tightened their grip. She feared if she tried again they might break her arms.

Anna had never felt this sick as far back as she could remember. This was not very far at the moment considering it felt like her head was full of jello. She had a few severe fevers when she was a child, but slept through most of them, once not even realizing she was sick until she woke up in the hospital almost a full 24 hours later. Her head was pounding, and the world felt as if it was spinning around her. The fact that it was possible at this moment didn’t help her ground herself. 

She had been to the Queen's realm a few times before when she was a guest and not a prisoner. Anna didn’t know if it was magic that created this place or simply science that she didn’t understand yet. The line between those two things seemed to get more blurred as time passed. Whatever this place was, it was not made for being seen with human eyes. The walls seemed to shift and change and Anna could not tell where the sky ended and the ceiling began. The first time she was there, she was amazed at the servants and guards passing through the walls and how the scenery appeared to change around her as she moved through the castle. There was no echo no matter where you stood but if someone wanted you to, you would hear them, sometimes without even seeing them. 

The Queen herself was strange too. Her form seemed to barely be held together, her body black and slimy like oil. Her arms seemed as if they might drip right off her body and no matter how much Anna tried, she could not count how many there were. Her body was skinny and hourglass-shaped, completely impossible for a human to achieve and it reminded Anna a bit of Jessica Rabbit. She appeared to be wearing a long, floor-length evening gown but it was unclear where the gown ended and the Queen's skin began. 

“For the time being this will be your home,” the Queen said, turning to Anna as they came to a stop. The Queen’s head was a startling difference from the rest of her body. It was probably the most solid of all of her, appearing to be a bright white skeletal animal head. Anna did not have a lot of reference for what animal skulls looked like but the shape reminded her of a horse, except with a lot more sharp teeth. Her head was as if three skulls had been fused, blended almost perfectly. None of the mouths moved as she spoke. “I know it's a bit… uncomfortable as of right now but I hope that will be a motivator to work with me, my dear.”

Anna looked up, barely registering that they were not in the main hall anymore. This place was dark, and the floor felt soft and squishy, like wet moss. The Queen was standing next to a wall made out of bars and before Anna could process what was going on, the guards thrust her toward the bars. She braced herself but fell right through them and fell to the floor. 

“I do hope you will start seeing things my way darling,” the Queen said, her voice sickly sweet. “The more you behave, the more comfortable I will make your… sleeping arrangements.”

Anna sat up and groaned, holding her head in her hands. Strands of hair fell in front of her face, appearing black instead of brown in the dim cell. In Anna’s swimming vision, it almost looked like the oil that dripped off the Queen. She tried to glare at the Queen but had to quickly shut her eyes again, the spinning room being too much. The Queen chuckled, her shoulders bouncing slightly even though her faces remained motionless. The sound bounced around in Anna’s head and felt like an ice pick was being stabbed into her ears.

“Do not fight it, sweetheart. I know this may hurt right now, but after some time you will get used to it. I’ve heard humans are very adaptable.” The Queen turned and began to walk away, her guards following behind her silently.

“What do you want from me?!” Anna yelled at her, her voice sounding far away and echoing around her. The pain in her head peaked and Anna had to use almost all her willpower to keep from passing out. The Queen stopped at this and turned, looking back at Anna for a moment before speaking.

“That is a very good question,” The Queen said, turning back around to face Anna fully. “And the answer is both complicated and simple.”

The Queen approached the bars again. Anna tried to stand but found herself too off-balance to do so, settling instead to remain seated on the ground. She tried her best not to feel intimidated as the Queen loomed over her.

“You have something I want Anna. Something I have been missing, something that was stolen from me a long time ago. Do you know what that might be Anna?”

The use of her actual name was a bit of a shock to Anna. She had gotten used to the nicknames and terms of endearment the Queen always used for her. To hear her say Anna’s actual name sounded wrong somehow. 

“I don’t know what I have that you want,” Anna said, trying to reason with the Queen. She couldn’t help the desperation that crept into her voice. It was still kinda strange. Up until today, the Queen had been a decent person to Anna. Sure, she was a bit weird but she wasn’t human so Anna didn’t think much of it. She couldn’t help but wonder how many red flags she overlooked. “I haven’t stolen anything from you. I don’t think I was given anything that was stolen from you. Just tell me what it is so I can give it back!”

Another spike of pain sent Anna reeling and darkness seemed to start creeping into her vision. When the Queen spoke next it sounded quiet and far away.

"Well sweety, what's the fun in that? We don’t want any spoilers, do we?”

[lurkdragonstuff]

Fandom: Shadow of the Colossus (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Dormin (Shadow of the Colossus) Additional Tags: Neutral Dormin (Shadow of the Colossus), Drabble, A Year of Whump 2023, Colossi Nicknames Used For Their Creators Summary: Dormin ponders their imprisonment.

[febuwhump]

FEBUWHUMP 2023 IS HERE!

the prompts this year were chosen through a suggestion poll and subsequent vote, where over 350 people voted for their favourites. the top 28 make up the core prompts, and a mixture of the next most popular and this blog’s personal favourites have become the alternatives!

i’m so excited to see what you all create with these prompts, and hope they’re inspiring enough to trigger a whole month’s worth of creativity for you! if you have any questions, make sure to check out the blog’s FAQ, or check out the previously asked questions on the blog before sending one of your own!

please note: this year, notifying the blog of completionist status will happen through a google form that will be released closer to the end of febuwhump.

full write-up of prompts and rules under the cut:

FEBUWHUMP 2023 PROMPTS:

DAY 1: touchstarved

DAY 2: flinching

DAY 3: muzzled

DAY 4: knife to the throat

DAY 5: "that's gonna scar"

DAY 6: secrets revealed

DAY 7: made to watch

DAY 8: panic

DAY 9: voice loss

DAY 10: difficulty breathing

DAY 11: fever

DAY 12: "can you hear me?"

DAY 13: forced to hurt a loved one

DAY 14: captivity

DAY 15: self-sacrifice

DAY 16: semi-conscious

DAY 17: silent tears

DAY 18: can't stay awake

DAY 19: "you deserve this"

DAY 20: knife wound

DAY 21: shackled

DAY 22: can't scream

DAY 23: "you'll have to go through me"

DAY 24: bloody clothes

DAY 25: assumed dead

DAY 26: forced to choose

DAY 27: survivor's guilt

DAY 28: "you're safe now"

SWITCH-OUT PROMPTS:

is there a specific day’s prompt you don’t want to fill? here are ten alternatives you can switch them out for!

ALT 1: rope burns

ALT 2: caged

ALT 3: soft words

ALT 4: experimentation

ALT 5: time loop

ALT 6: limp

ALT 7: immortality

ALT 8: found footage

ALT 9: natural disaster

ALT 10: inferno

RULES:

SOFT RULES:

prompts should be answered in the form of whump

creators can produce whatever kind of media they want

you don’t have to complete all the prompts! you can create however much you want to

you can use the prompts after the event ends

you can post on any platform you want, however this blog will only be sharing those posted on tumblr

if you want to be featured on the hall of fame then you have until the 3rd of March to inform this blog that you completed all the days

HARD RULES: (specifically for being featured on the blog)

when uploading febuwhump content to tumblr, please use the tags:

febuwhump (i’ll also be checking febuwhump2023)

the relevant day’s tag e.g. febuwhumpday1, febuwhumpday2…

nsfw (if relevant)

and any trigger warnings that may be important!

you can also tag the blog, @febuwhump

i cannot guarantee your work will be archived on the blog because I have no idea how many participants there will be. a random selection of works tagged in accordance to the rules above will be reblogged every day of february.

[peachy-panic]

What are your top ten whumpy book recommendations?

Top 10, you say? How about a comprehensive list of every half decent whumpy book I've read in the last 3 years? (I tried to balance the order between my overall love for the book and the whumpiness level)

BLANKET TW FOR THESE BOOKS: noncon, abuse, domestic violence, med whump, lab whump religious trauma, institutionalized abuse

WHUMPY BOOK RECS

TOP 10

The Tarot Sequence - K.D. Edwards (series, ongoing)

Winter’s Orbit - Everina Maxwell

How To Bang A Billionaire - Alexis Hall (trilogy, complete)

The Darkness Outside Us - Eliot Schrefer (will rip your heart out)

All For The Game - Nora Sakavic (trilogy, complete)

Dark Room Etiquette - Robin Roe

HappyHead - Josh Silver (sequel in progress)

All That’s Left in the World - Erik J. Brown

The Gentleman’s Guide to Vice & Virtue - Mackenzi Lee

Stars in Your Eyes - Kacen Callender (releases in October 2023)

OTHER RECS:

- We Are The Ants - Shaun David Hutchinson

- Tonight We Rule the World - Zack Smedley

- The Lookback Window - Kyle Dillon Hertz (just finished!)

- Dark Space - Lisa Henry (trilogy, currently reading)

- First, Become Ashes - K.M. Sparza

- Parker - Jack Harbon

- A Strange and Stubborn Endurance - Foz Meadows

- Docile - K.M. Sparza (BBU vibes)

- Into the Light - Mark Oshiro

- Young Mungo - Douglas Stuart

- A List of Cages - Robin Roe (minor main character)

- Deposing Nathan - Zack Smedley (minor main character)

- How to Bite Your Neighbor and Win a Wager - D.N. Bryn

- Mysterious Skin - Scott Heim

- Surrender Your Sons - Adam Sass

- Yes, Daddy - Jonathan Parks-Ramage

- Not Quite Out - Louise Willingham

- Runner - Parker Williams

- Fraternity - Andy Mientus

- A Little Life - Hanya Yanagihara (honestly… maybe don't read this)

LADY WHUMP:

- They Never Learn - Layne Fargo

- The Girls I’ve Been - Tess Sharpe

- I’m The Girl - Courtney Summers

- Girls of Paper and Fire - Natasha Ngan

- We Set the Dark on Fire - Tehlor Kay Mejia (there’s a sequel)

[themerrywhumpofmay]

Merry Whump of May

Spring 2023 Prompt List!

It's May, everyone!! Due to personal and technical difficulties, we're getting the list to you DAY ONE. WOW!

So sorry for the delay, but we have every confidence that despite this short notice, you'll all be able to put out some amazing work this year!

Without further ado, welcome to The Merry Whump of May!

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Merry Whump of May

Spring 2023

A month-long whump writing event by @wormwriting and @painsandconfusion.

Extemporaneous style this year-!!

Write, draw, or otherwise create content based on the daily prompts! Participants and completionists will receive badges of honor for their work at the end of the month.

Create original content or fanfiction, all is welcome!

Rules

Tag each day's post with #themerrywhumpofmay, any necessary content warning (eg: #knife), and the day in the following format: #mwmday1)

Adult topics are allowed, but must be well tagged. Send a message to @themerrywhumpofmay if you'd like a second opinion.

Be kind, have fun!

Prompts:

Day One - “No pain, no gain.”

Compass

Haphephobia

Kitchen

Day Two - “Need a ride?

Wrench          

Paranoia         

Club   

Day Three - “You're not looking so hot.”

Lightbulb

Tension

Alleyway

Day Four - “Two birds, one bullet.”

Chess Pieces

Stubborn

Tower 

Day Five - “Do unto others as you would bla bla bla...”

Bow and Arrow

Stalking

Cavern

Day Six - “It's a long story.”

Knife Handle

Gagged

Under the table

Day Seven - “Write what you know.”

Box

Magic

Cell

Day Eight - “Did you read the fine print?”

Circle 

Blinded

Field

Day Nine - “We'll burn that bridge when we get there.”

Collar

Lost

Roof

Day Ten - “Hit the hay.”

Key

Forgetting

Warehouse     

Day Eleven - “Ready set go!”

Plastic bag

Overheating

Restaurant

Day Twelve - “Tabled for Later.”

Thumbtack

Panic attack

Ballroom        

Day Thirteen - “You've made your bed, now bleed in it.”

Sander

Found

Safe Place

Day Fourteen - “Well, well, well...”

Barbed Wire   

Starvation

Drain

Day Fifteen - “The power of god and anime”

Hammer

Over-Exhaustion

Hammer

Day Sixteen - “Take a break.”

Branding Iron

Moonlight

Cemetery       

Day Seventeen - “Going down in flames.”

Pole

Regret

Fireplace

Day Eighteen - “No use crying over spilled blood.”

Cage

Claustrophobia

Ship

Day Nineteen - “Apples and oranges.”

Chainsaw

Surprise

Home Base

Day Twenty - “A taste of your own medicine.”

Zip ties           

Bleeding out  

Office

Day Twenty-one - “Devil's advocate.”

Tome

Desperation

Hiking trail.

Day Twenty-two - “You can lead a bitch to water, but you can't make them drink.”

Origami

Amnesia

Attic   

Day Twenty-three - “Good things come to those who wait.”

Nine-inch-nails

Isolation

Creepy basement

Day Twenty-four - “Bent out of shape.”

Tent Spike

Dragged

Wrong place, wrong time

Day Twenty-five - “It takes two to tango.”

Hot coffee

Doubt

In line

Day Twenty-six - “Hammer time.”

Pocket watch  

Itchy

Waiting room

Day Twenty-seven - “Second mouse get the cheese.”

Knife

Rug burn

Skyscraper

Day Twenty-eight - “A picture's worth a thousand words.”

Chair

Paranoia

Backseat         

Day Twenty-nine - “Lost and Found

Blowtortch

Frostbite

Lake

Day Thirty - “Rain check.”

High heels

Strained

The backroom

Day Thirty-one - “Thin ice.”

Lighter

Chronic pain

Dead end

Alternative Prompt List

Titles  

“Questions? Comments? Concerns? Complaints?”

“Time dies when you're having fun.”

“A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.”

“Can't make an omelette without breaking a few eggs.”

“Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match.”

Items                                      

Wine Glass

Hydrochloric acid

Magnet

Teacup

Wire

Conditions

Sensory deprivation

Blindfolded

Acrophobia

Failed escape

Distress

Locations

The Middle of Nowhere

Forest

Void

Sidewalk

Shortcut

[teine-mallaichte]

Hey, thought it was probably worth making an intro post.

So... I'm a wannabe writer who only started sharing my work in 2023, so I'm still kind of figuring out the world of online fandoms.

Writing Master List

Fandom wise I mainly write One Piece and Dragon Age stuff. Mainly ZoSan and Fenders to be honest. Which as a point are two wildly different fandom experiences 🤣

However, I am also currently branching out into original characters/fiction - mainly living weapon type stuff to be honest.

What I Like to Write About:

Character Studies and Internal Monologues: I enjoy attempting to delve into a character's mind, having them wrestle with their own demons or dilemmas.

World Building: I love world building, in fact I think I may prefer world building to writing actual narratives... But I can't exactly just share world building - at least I don't think I can...

Canon Divergence and "What If" Scenarios: I think these may be my favourite "tropes" to write, though I am getting into AUs recently.

Types of whump/angst I enjoy:

Living weapon

Hiding injury/illness

Altered consciousness

Environmental whump

Manipulation

Guilded Cage

Psychological whump

Whmperless whump

What I don't write:

I don't really write smut, I've tried and I just can't do it... I might try occasionally but, well don't hold your breath.

I hate writing fluff and comfort, but I do try to do so.

About Me:

Day Job: I'm a personal trainer & run coach, who specialises with marathon runners.

Peer Support Worker: I also work in peer support working with people who have experiences of self-harm and eating disorders. (I’m recovered from self-harm and bulimia myself.) I have also done a lot of work with people who have experience of abuse, and have my own history of PTSD.

Hobbies: I have done kendo for 16 years, akiedo for 6 months, and HEMA for a year. I also run.

Mental Health: I have schizoaffective disorder, which means I experience periods of psychosis, mania, and depression. Even when I'm stable, I have auditory hallucinations, my main voice is called Nigel and is essentially my constant irritating companion.

I am very open about my mental health, I've written several blogs under a pen name for charities in the past and often give talks locally about my experiences. So if anyone has questions go for it, if any writers want any info about what it's like to experience hallucinations or mania or whatever also just ask, seriously I'm basically impossible to offend.

I often incorporate elements of my own mental health experiences into my writing. It's the whole "write what you know" thing. After having to drop out of studying post-grad medicine at 22 (after fortunately at least completing my bio-med degree) due to my mental illness, sometimes it does feel like mental illness is "all the know" 😅

I'm back at uni now as a mature student, but studying psychology... So in a way this is still "all I know."

So that's a bit about me!

I take part in DADWC each Friday taking prompts from here.

I'm good with taking prompts at any time, from prompt lists (include the full prmpt and list in the ask) or just whatever prompt you feel like sending.

Most of my longer pieces are on AO3 here.

[flowerpetalprincess]

Merry Whump Of May || 2023

Stitches

Caged

Experimentation

Losing Control

Coughing Up Blood

Rope Burns

Immortality

Torture

Fever

Numb

Fight

Poison

Grief

Mercy

Forgotten

Threats

Self-Sacrifice

Nightmares

Scars

Beaten/Crushed

Bleeding

Auction

Demon/Cursed

Trapped Under Water

Needles

Bruises

Stabbed

Panic Attack

Isolation

Stepped on

Comfort

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I understand Merry Whump of May is often for writing prompts, and last year I used those as inspiration for art based responses.

This year seemed a little more difficult to work with, and given I needed a backlog and couldn't find a list until May had already begun, I made my own.

This is my personal list and is focused around art, rather than writing.

Feel free to use if you'd like, but please don't repost without permission.

Inspiration; x x x

[shion-yu]

Day 5 - Kidnapping

Rey backstory. Haven’t posted my writing publicly in literal years but here goes nothing, Whumptober 2023. Am using the @ailesswhumptober's prompt list. This story is an intro to my OC Rey - here’s his profile if you’re so inclined: https://toyhou.se/23741197.rey 

TWs: Minor whump (Rey is 15 here), mentioned death

How long had it been since he left home? It felt like years, though in reality it had only been a few weeks. He'd been so desperate to get away, to see the world and everything there was to explore beyond the high palace walls of Almacen - but now all he wanted was to go back home. Marriage, which once seemed like the worst thing in the world, now sounded thoroughly more appealing. It probably wouldn't have been so bad, he thought to himself with a pang of guilt. Ilsa was a nice girl. But Rey didn't understand why he had to get married when he wasn’t even going to succeed the throne. His sister, Mira, was first in line. They were twins, but it only made sense that the smarter, stronger, more adept of the pair would be chosen. That didn't bother Rey; it never had. What bothered him was being touted around as a political tool, no matter what his opinion was. In hindsight, he thought, maybe his parents had just wanted him not to be lonely. 

He’d fallen for a trick as old as time. A decrepit beggar on the street asked Rey to help him get across town and Rey, ever a bleeding heart, had fallen for it. As soon as they were off the main path a group of men pounced on him from the bushes that lined the road. He was bound and gagged, tied at the wrists and ankles. He stayed like that for a week in a cage so small he couldn’t sit up straight, until he was sold for a decent price to the scientists who provided Rey with a new “home”. A dark, damp dungeon at the bottom of a long staircase with no windows. Without any natural light, the only indication that days were passing at all was because each morning the scientists would clamber down those echoey stone stairs and drag one or two of their subjects away to experiment on.

Rey wasn’t the first, nor was he the last child to be taken for the scientists’ questionable purposes. They were all given a number: Rey was number 6 of 10 children that eventually were crammed into that cold hell hole. Each child was injected with a serum that, from what they could gather, was meant to intensify any small amount of inborn talent for power. The purpose was to force these children to manifest these powers and then use them as living weapons. For Rey, that was the power to heal, a brilliant win for the scientists who realized they could now push the children far past their natural limits because Rey would be able to keep them alive. However his power was not natural to him, it was a bastardized version of something that he may have been able to bring forth only with intensive meditation had he not been forced. As a result, healing others brought Rey great pain himself. That didn’t matter to him, though; he could bear the pain. He used his powers as instructed because his friends’ lives depended on it.

As the eldest of the group of children, and also the one keeping them all alive, Rey felt like he had to be a leader to them. He told them each day that they’d get out of here, no doubt about it. They’d see their families again, their friends and animals. He refused to entertain the idea that maybe, just maybe, this was a fate worse than death. Giving up wasn’t an option, not while there were still other people to be strong for.

But eventually, over two years that seemed to drip by like molasses, his last companion had died. He was all alone. Rey’s body could no longer withstand the demand and he was falling apart himself. He had tried his best to keep them all alive, but in the end it was useless. He was alone now and had no reason left to live. He lay motionless on the ground, the dirt below him zapping what little warmth his body could naturally produce away. 

One of the scientists came down and grabbed Rey by the elbow, pulling him up. “March,” he said as he always did when instructing him to go up the stairs. Rey didn’t move. There was nothing worse they could do to him for disobeying than had already happened, he figured. The scientist shouted at him a few more times and tugged, but Rey remained limp. He was thrown to the ground with a scowl and the scientist stalked back up the stairs, leaving him alone again. Rey could hear his own breathing in his ears, and each exhale felt like it was laden with guilt. He just wanted to die now... It had been years. No one was going to rescue him, not after all this time. 

He wasn’t sure how long he lay there - hours, days - when he heard a loud crack of the gates at the top of the stairs opening. Then there was some shouting and several thudding noises. Suddenly, at the foot of the steps, a boy only slightly older than Rey himself lay unconscious. Rey crawled towards him slowly. There had been no new prisoners since the initial wave of captives, so why now...? Then he remembered what the scientist had said as he unsuccessfully tried to convince Rey to move earlier. “Little brat, need a new job to keep you distracted do you?” 

This new cellmate... It was his fault. Rey felt sick with panic. Someone else had been kidnapped just to keep him motivated. Someone who had a home to go back to, just like he himself had once upon a time. He could barely remember the faces of his parents, now. Rey’s stomach clenched and he put his hands over the other boy’s chest. Was he playing into what the scientists wanted exactly - to stay alive for the sake of keeping others alive? Maybe. But Rey couldn’t just let someone else die in front of him when he could help it. And so, the vicious cycle began again.

[iwritewhump]

chained to a table

2023 year of whump

1437 words

characters: kier, phoenix, lux

warnings: drugging, needle, captivity, cursing, stabbing, (implied future) violence

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Kier blinks, trying to chase the sleep from his body. He strains to move, to get up and look around. Because he doesn’t remember falling asleep in the back of a van. And that’s scary.

“Cy, he’s awake.” someone says. 

Someone looks at him, their face right above his, “Fucker. You said the dose would keep him under until we got everything set up.” 

“Well obviously I fucked up. Just give him another dose.” 

The face above him rolled its eyes and pulled away. Things move around by Kier’s head and he strains to move. 

“Hey,” he says. Kier freezes. “That’s enough of that. Don’t want you to move just yet.” A needle plunges into Kier’s shoulder and everything goes fuzzy again. 

Something digs into Kier’s wrists and this time, he doesn’t waste time waking up slowly. He tries to fight against whatever’s holding his arms behind his back, and for a moment, it feels like the ropes are giving. 

He manages to get them undone enough to look around the room. He’s tied to the leg of a table, too heavy for him to move, and the window doesn’t show anything else outside, so it must be a high level. Or in the middle of nowhere. Kier doesn’t know which one is better.

He’s in a kitchen; there’s a fridge, oven, microwave, and cabinets. The floor is blue linoleum and the walls are yellow with white flowers painted on. If he wasn’t tied to the table, he’d think it was beautiful. 

Someone walks into the room. Kier hears their heavy footsteps and instantly goes still. He slows his breathing, closes his eyes, and lets his head loll back. 

He sighs and Kier can hear him coming closer. He strains his ears to gauge how close he is and as soon as he’s close enough for him to maybe hit him, he kicks out. 

He jumps back and frowns, “That was close. Maybe next time.” 

Kneeling in front of Kier, he tilts his head. “Do you know who I am?” 

Kier rolls his eyes. Of course he knows who this is. Anyone who’s been anywhere in the past decade would. He stares at him, refusing him an answer.

“Okay, fine. You don’t want to talk. That’s fine.” He sits down and kicks his legs out in front of him, letting his mechanical wings sag behind him. “Just to be sure you do know who I am, I’ll tell you. Lux. I’m sorta this city’s guardian. And I’ve been watching you for a few months. With at least seven kills, you’ve been at the top of my list of things to deal with.

“You’re just here at least until the mayor gets re-elected. Then we’ll figure out what to do with you. I’m thinking life in prison; but who knows. It’s still a while till elections and I could have a change of heart.” Lux says. 

He inhales sharply and stands up, brushing dust off of his clothes. “Well, I have some stuff to set up before that paralytic wears off fully, so if you’ll excuse me.” 

Kier glares at him as he walks toward the window. He looks up and nods, then walks out of the room. 

Kier sits there, the ropes digging into his wrists, until he hears more footsteps. These are lighter than Lux’s and Kier can only imagine they’re Phoenix's. Lux’s sidekick, she’s supposedly immortal, but as far as anybody knows, she’s never died. 

He leans his head back, letting it rest on the table leg, and watches her walk up to the window and toss a rope over the support beam running along the ceiling. 

She manages to make it over on her first try and silently celebrates before tying the ends together. 

“What’s that for?” Kier asks. 

She turns and tilts her head, “Cy said you weren’t talking.” 

“Curiosity got the better of me,” he says. 

She hums, “He’s getting the cage out from storage. Or the cell, whichever you prefer. I like cell, but he’s been calling it a cage. It’s been sitting in the basement for ages but since we finally found you, it can stop collecting dust down there.” 

“Okay…why the rope though?” Kier asks. “And while you’re answering my questions: why the fuck am I in the kitchen?”

“It’s gonna hang from the ceiling. I don’t know why, maybe it’ll make it harder for you to escape.” she says, shrugging. “Anyway, I’m here to string it up and put you in it. And you’re in the kitchen because it’s the only room with easy to clean floors. And Cy gets bored when he cooks. Likes someone to talk to.” 

He takes a deep breath and fights against the ropes again, grunting with effort. 

“That’s not gonna work, dude. I was in boy scouts when I was a kid. Those knots aren’t budging.” she says. 

He ignores her and feels his skin rip, and he bites his tongue to stop from crying out. Phoenix stands back, hands on her hips and looks up at the rope, “Good enough.”

She walks out of the room, promising to be back in a few minutes. 

Kier takes a deep breath and brings his wings out, they wrap around him and for just a moment, he feels safe. 

Lux stomps back into the room and laughs, “I was hoping you’d do that!” he cheers. Before Kier can pull his wings back in, Lux plunges a dagger into one. Kier shouts out. “Sorry for the extremities, but now it has to stay out, right? Since bringing them in would make it a lot worse next time?” 

Kier pants, “Fuck you.” 

“You wish,” Lux goads. He twists the dagger and rips it out of Kier’s wing, letting it clatter to the ground. “Hold still.” Lux’s hands fumble with the ties until they go loose. He uses the rope to tie Kier’s wings together. “Now,” Lux says, standing back to admire his work. “If you try to escape, I’ll have to find a way to keep you here, and it won’t be pleasant for either of us. I don’t know why you would try to escape though, you don’t have to do anything, just sit up in the cage and wait for the election to pass.” 

Phoenix walks back in the room, rolling a huge cage in front of her. It’s maybe four feet in circumference and ten feet tall. It looks like one of the sides is the door, and there’s a bolt lock keeping it closed. 

Kier watches as she pushes it upright, standing back to be sure it was facing the right way. 

“All ready for you, Cy.” she says, leaning against the wall. 

He nods and the metal wings flap, somehow lifting him into the air. He lands on the top of the cage and loops the rope into the ring on the top of the cage, pulling it tightly before sliding down the side of the bars. 

Lux pulls Kier to his feet and growls, “Do anything stupid and I’ll snap your fucking shin. Got it?” 

He pushes him in front of him to the cage and takes the lock off. He opens the door and lifts Kier inside. 

He slams the cage door shut and locks the door. He pushes the cage back, sending it swinging before leaving the room. 

Kier pants and slides to the floor, letting his wings fit through a gap in the bars. He glares at Phoenix as she stands in front of the cage. “What’s the plan now? Do I just fucking sit here until…until what? Huh? The election is over? Lux decides it’s too much trouble and kills me? What?” 

Phoenix sighs and walks up behind him. She unties the rope holding his wings together, “I don’t know. But, if I had any clue, I wouldn't tell you.” 

He bites his cheek as her hands grope at his feathers, attempting to smooth them out again. 

“Good news is you can’t see the blood.” she says in mock cheerfulness. “That’s a good sign, right?” 

“My wings are black,” he snaps. Phoenix huffs and walks away, muttering something about the silver fucking lining that Kier can’t quite catch. “So do I just sit here?” he asks himself. His wings wrap around him protectively and he pulls his legs up to his chest, resting his chin on his knees. 

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, doing his best to ignore the searing pain in his wing and the terror pulsing through him. He’d be fine, he always managed. Why would this be any different?

[whumpforthewin]

2023 Year of Whump - Restrained with Belts

Ah… I meant to have this out much sooner… whoops. I’m still going with the Year of Whump Prompts but imma jump around. Thank you for your patience.

“Wake up little one.”

Liam jolted awake nearly falling out of his chair in the process. He took a moment to frantically look around. He was a large dining room, there was food in front of him, and Sylas just off to his side.

“Good, you had been out for a while, wouldn’t want you to sleep through breakfast,” Sylas said. His voice was deep, soothing. If he wasn’t lying Liam would assume it was to keep his prey calm before he killed them.

Liam shied away from that thought. He couldn’t, he didn’t want to think about that right then.

The next thing he realized was that he was tied to the chair and wouldn’t have actually fallen out of it. The chair solid. He couldn’t tell if it was bolted to the floor or not but it would take serious effort to move it. Effort he wouldn’t be able to muster.

There were leather straps with belt buckles on the arms encircling wrists and he could feel similar on his ankles.

“Breakfast?” It didn’t feel like he had been sleeping that long. Although sleeping in a cage wasn’t all that pleasant so it wasn’t a surprise he didn’t feel rested.

“Oh course, you need to eat so that I can eat,” Sylas flashed a smile at him, Liam refused to believe he saw fangs. Sylas was just a Crazy coworker that kidnapped him.

“How, how can I eat with these on?” Liam asked tugging and rattling the binds. Half to make a point and half to test their strength. And there was no way he was breaking those straps.

“Not to worry.” And Sylas picked up the fork and stabbed a home fry. The thicker hashbrown did smell good and Liam’s stomach decided to rumble at that time. But he kept his mouth closed.

“Now don’t be like that, little one. I don’t want to hurt you. Which means you need to eat.” He offered the potato again.

Liam turned his face away and gasped at the sudden pain in his neck.

“Ah, you’re feeling it this morning. I told you I drank from you last night, before you had awoken.” He reached for Liam’s neck and Liam cringed but all Sylas did was brush his fingers over Liam’s throat. “I wanted to see the wound so I didn’t heal this one like I had been. So you’ll be sore. But not to worry, you’ll get used to the feeling.”

“I don’t want to, just, please, I won’t go to the police, just let me go. You’ll, I‘lol just leave you alone, please,” Liam begged. He had never had a stalker before. But he couldn’t imagine getting away from them was a smart thing if they wanted to be close to the person.

And he realized he was right when Sylas’s lips tilted into a small frown. Then he sighed. “I had hoped you wouldn’t resort to this. But it seems you need some time. That’s okay. I’m a patient man.” He set the fork down and pushed the food back.

Then he walked behind the chair and Liam only had a moment before he was dragging the chair back. He yelped and jerked to look at him. He wasn’t even straining with the heavy chair.

“I’m going to keep you in here,” he said pushing open a door to a dark room. “I’m nearly done with your room. Hopefully I’ll be able to move you into it tonight or tomorrow. Perhaps some isolation will do you some good.” He dragged Liam in the small room.

Liam jerked and tugged on the restraints. “Wait, no, Sam, Sylas, we can talk about this. Please, let’s just—“

“Good day, little one.”

The door clicked shut plunging Liam into darkness.

[danpuff-ao3]

2022 AO3 Wrapped

Saw @givereadersahug do this and I wanna play, too!

Since there's talk of stats and I know that can be a sensitive topic for some, I'm putting everything below the cut, for easy avoidance!

Works Published: 19! Which is lower than previous years but I'm not gonna think about that, I'm NOT.

Word Count: 77,545

Hits: 65,886

Bookmarks: 1,153

Most Popular by Kudos: Obscene...the people do like their filth.

Most Hits: Also Obscene.

Longest: Contempt

Shortest: I managed a few "perfect" drabbles this year! So: Partygoers, Caged, Fool, and Yes all tie for this one!

Most Comments: Contempt, and I'm OVERJOYED. My beloved precious shard of my soul. 🥹 Every (nice) comment it gets is literally the best gift ever. I'm still stupidly emotional about this fic oh god. I'm gonna sob about and chat about this fic forever, sorry 'bout it.

Fic that made me cry: Oh lordy. I'm a big ole crier. The ones I remember distinctly would be A Matter of Time for the gorgeous tragedy, and In My Veins (In My Blood) for the...y'know...big dark whumping and dead dove-ness.

Fic that made me smile: Definitely Welcome to the Family for the silliness and humor, and Orange Blossoms for the L O V E.

Gifts: 9 January 2022 for my friend Shera; The Alchymist II for my beloved Nina (@vulnerasanenturmyprince); Obscene for Lila my love (@liladiurne); Fool, a Tumblr drabble prompt for dear Pahn (@bluesundaycake); In My Veins (In My Blood) for Lila and Viran (@mrviran), my fabulous filth friends; and A Chain Reaction of Countermoves for the ever-amazing Ephie (@fleetingdesires-ao3), who gave me all the encouragement I needed (and more!) to finish! Also this probably doesn't count but I wrote Orange Blossoms as a gift for MYSELF for my birthday. Because I deserve nice things, too, dang it!!!!

Events: Omgg let's see. Events that were posted this year were: Rare Pair Fest (2021/2022), Snarry Adopt a Prompt, Kinkuary, Blackcest Fest, HP Flowers - Spring Round, Snarry-a-Thon, Kinktober...is that it? I think that's it. And I wrote for Hoggywartyxmas but it's not going on AO3 until 2023!

Collaborations: None! But maybe next year 😉

Coming in 2023: I make no promises 🙈 Actually WAIT. My Hoggywartyxmas fic is definitely going up in January! (Reveals go up January 9th so...definitely then!) I hope to get a third chapter of smile with sweet surprise out. A fic for Snarry Bang hopefully. A sequel to Obscene (tentatively titled Beatific) is a plan. Finishing and posting Devotion would be nice. But I'm aiming for 2023 to be as low stress as humanly possible. Oh! But also! I'll be archiving some of my meta works on AO3 next year under my danniperson pseud. 🙌

Tagging: Tag yourself, baby! (And me, tag me, I wanna see!!!!)

[ao3feed-nalu]

The Beast of Fairy Tail

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/uvpVmyS

by Genavere

Team Natsu takes on a quest that seems like a bit of fun. It is their first one after everyone is medically cleared to go back to work after the events of the century quest and facing off against Ignia. What could go wrong with performing in a circus for a week?

Words: 3315, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 8 of Febuwhump 2023 - Tumblr Prompt Challenge

Fandoms: Fairy Tail

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Natsu Dragneel, Lucy Heartfilia, Erza Scarlet, Wendy Marvell, Gray Fullbuster, Charle | Carla, Happy (Fairy Tail)

Relationships: Natsu Dragneel/Lucy Heartfilia

Additional Tags: Febuwhump, Febuwhump 2023, Whump, Is this really whump?, Tumblr Prompt, prompt: caged, Circus, Post-Fairy Tail 100 Years Quest, As canon as I can with the manga ongoing, Established Relationship, Protective Lucy Heartfilia, Kindapping, Wrongful Imprisonment

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/uvpVmyS

[iwritewhump]

home cooked meal

2023 year of whump

1375 words

characters: lux, kier, phoenix

warnings: captivity, infected wound (untreated), (implied) past abuse

first | previous | next | masterpost (i can’t link things on this computer so it’ll be a little bit before these are linked, sorry)

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Lux walks into the room and Kier’s head snaps up, eyes tracking him as he opens the fridge and pulls out a bottle of water. 

Kier’s stomach growls loud enough for Lux to hear. He smiles and walks toward the cage. “Are you hungry?” he taunts. “Too bad. Food is for people who don’t murder.”

“Anyway, I’m going out of town and it wouldn’t be smart to feed you just before leaving, so you’ll have to wait until Phoenix gets back to eat anything. She should be back by tonight, but she’ll probably be too busy unpacking to do anything till morning.” Lux crushes the water bottle and tosses it into the trash can. He presses his face up against the bars of the cage and sighs, “Still not talking?” 

Kier’s jaw juts out and Lux rolls his eyes, “You’ll cave eventually.” 

He pops Kier’s nose and pushes himself away from the cage, sending it swinging back. 

The cage bangs against the wall and smashes Kier’s wing in between the wall and the bar. Kier shouts out and pulls his wing through the bars, looking at the impact point, right where Lux penetrated his wing just days before. The wound is bleeding again and Kier does everything in his power to keep quiet. 

He inhales sharply and closes his eyes, clenching his jaw as he waits for the door to slam shut. The latch clicks and Kier exhales shakily and leans against the bars. He mutters, “Fuck.” 

The day passes and Kier watches the sun sink past the horizon, taking all the light with it. He stares at the door, praying for it to open. For anyone to pass through the threshold would be a miracle in his book. 

But the door remains shut. 

Kier sulks and slinks to the floor of the cage, fitting his legs through the bars of it so he can stretch them. His wings wrap around him and he ignores the stench of infection enveloping him. 

Tired footsteps trudge outside the door and Kier peeks through his feathers at the door, praying he wasn’t imagining it. The door handle turns and he sighs in relief. 

Phoenix walks into the room, pulling a suitcase behind her. She pushes the handle down and lays her jacket over the top of it. She leans back with her hands on her lower back, cracking her back with a relieved moan. 

“Comfortable?” Kier asks. 

Phoenix jumps and curses, “Fucker! I forgot you were here.” Kier stares at her. “Don’t take it personally. I have one of the worst cases of ADHD my therapist has ever seen. I really have a problem with object permanence. I’ve literally lost my car like. Four times this month.” she rambles. “Since you’re still here…want some food?” 

Kier tuts, “Y’know. I’m actually still full from the entire half-eaten sandwich Lux gave me yesterday. Thanks though.” 

She sighs and walks over to the fridge. “Cy told me he fed you before he left.” she squats and opens the crisper, “Do you want breakfast or…macaroni?” She asks. “Actually,  I don’t have the right kind of energy to make macaroni so we’re gonna do breakfast. How do you like your eggs?” 

Kier watches her take things out of the fridge. A carton of eggs, a box of pre-cooked sausage links, a tub of butter, and orange juice. Moving to the pantry, she says, “Fine, don’t talk. I can actually only make a scramble, so that’s what you’re getting. Pancakes?” She goes into the pantry and comes back out with a box of pancake mix. “Doesn’t matter, I’m making pancakes.” 

She grabs a bowl from the dishwasher and sets it on the counter. 

Within minutes, the kitchen was filled with smoke and Phoenix barely avoided singing her eyebrows. She coughs and ties off a bag filled with the burnt pancakes and tosses it next to the door. “Sorry about that. Geez, it’s like I turn away for three seconds and everything goes wrong.” 

She pushes the window open and turns the ceiling fan on before picking up the phone and dialing a number. As she waits for someone to answer, she asks, “You don’t have any allergies, right? I have coupons for a pizza and I like it with mushrooms and sausage.

“Hi!” she says, pointing at the phone so Kier knows she’s not talking to him anymore. She continues on with her order, Kier tunes her out, not particularly caring what kind of toppings or crust she prefers. 

The phone clatters on the table and Kier looks up. Phoenix smiles and sighs, leaning against the wall as she digs through her purse. “I never understand why they need a name. Do they think someone else lives here and they’ll steal my food?” She pulls out a few dollars and a brightly colored piece of paper before setting the bag on the table and sitting on the table. “I don’t get you.” she says. “I mean. One minute, you’re talking to me and the next you’re not? What’s up with that?” She huffs and stands up. “You’d think I was the one keeping you here.” 

“You are.” 

“No.” she argues. “Lux is keeping you here.” 

“You’re not letting me go.” 

She scoffs, “You think I don’t want to? I can’t. If I fuck up one more time, I’m fucked. Okay? One more mistake and I’m out. And that can’t happen.” She starts putting things from her failed cooking attempt back in the fridge. 

“What does that mean? ‘One more mistake’?” Kier asks. 

Phoenix exhales sharply, “I used to not be Phoenix.” she says. 

“Well duh. I know that’s not your real name.” 

“That’s…not what I mean. I used to go by Chimera.” 

“Fuck off,” Kier exclaims. “You?” 

She laughs halfheartedly, “Yeah. Me. And I loved it. I was doing what I thought was right. I didn’t have to answer to anyone, or do anything I didn’t want to do.” she shuts the fridge and sighs. “Then, Cy found me. And he-” 

“Oh my god,” Kier interrupts. “There was a three year gap between Chimera and Phoenix. Are you telling me that you were with him the whole time?”

“No,” she says. “He actually asked some of his friends to keep an eye on me while he had to deal with some family stuff. But he always knew where I was.” she looks at the ground and shakes her head, “Then when he took me back, I joined him. Because it was either that or I’d go back with one of them. And I couldn’t be Chimera anymore for obvious reasons. So Cy came up with Phoenix.”

Kier stares at her, “So…why’re you still with him? I mean you can just walk out, can’t you?” 

She scoffs, “You’d think so, wouldn’t you? He put a tracker in me. And if I take it out, he gets a notification. And he…always finds me” 

The doorbell rings and she rolls her shoulders, “That’s the pizza. I’ll be right back.” 

Kier stands up and runs his hands through his hair, grimacing when it gets caught in his curls. He works his hand out of his hair and shakes off the hair that comes with it. He sighs and leans against the back of the cage, looking at his wings. 

“Shit,” he mutters. One of his feathers grew back and the white stands out against the black like a sore thumb. He takes a deep breath and takes hold of the feather before ripping it out. He moans in pain and folds in on himself, biting his cheek so he doesn’t cry out. “Fuck.” 

He tucks the feather in his waistband and pulls at his shirt so there’s no way for it to be seen. 

The door swings open and Phoenix walks in, pizza boxes held high above her head. She sets the boxes down on the table and smiles, “I got breadsticks too. How many do you want?” 

Kier shrugs and Phoenix rolls her eyes. She gets a plate from the dishwasher and piles the pizza on it. She drags a chair next to the cage and sits down. 

“Here,” she says, fitting a slice through the bars of the cage, “We can each have four pieces, deal?”