#OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW

[qhazomb]

welp, I'm gonna be fucking sore in the morning.

i slipped off my bunkbed ladder and crashed shoulderblade-first into my floor shelf :')

[redhotarsenic]

“Vash please stop shutting everyone out like that it’s hurtful we want to help you please let us in” AUGHHGHHHHH

[soundtestmenu]

the nefarious doctor pepper has caused a tummy cataclysm today. billions dead

[astereaes]

I woke up this morning to a fucking stye my eyeball hurts so bad and I am leaking fluids my friends

[oogie-boogie-ace-ghost]

Owowowowow tummy hurt :( owowowowow

[sammydem0n64]

Literally me after finishing the NezumiVA ace attorney 3 retrospective (I bawled my eyes out with the final case)

[be-fae-do-crime]

Stummy hurt :(((((

[whumble-beeee]

Whumptober 2024 | Day 1 | The Bee's Whumptober Masterlist

AI-less Whumptober: public torture/public use, stress position, “If you cry, we’ll go easy on you.”

Whumptober: RACE AGAINST THE CLOCK | Search Party | Panic Attack | "If only we could hold on.”

CW: kidnapping, torture, camping gone wrong, little shit whumpee

* * * * * * * * Whumpee screeched as they were dragged through the trees, a sound that instantly silenced due to a clammy hand clamping over their mouth and pinning them violently to someone’s chest. Someone taller than them, someone stronger than them. They kicked and cried out, heart racing in their chest so fast it could’ve burst out entirely.

“Jesus Christ, help me out here!” the voice pinning them yelled out. A flurry of movement. Whumpee couldn’t focus. More people?? “Shut up, you’re just making things worse for yourself!”

Whumpee threw their elbow back, slamming into the soft flesh of the assailant's stomach, and the assailant cried out, their grip faltering just enough for Whumpee to stomp on their knee, causing a worrying crinkly-crunch and a drawn out screech of pain not dissimilar to their own first cry.

Then the deathgrip faltered, and they stumbled out of their hold, and they RAN–

The force of another immovable body slammed into them and tackled them to the itchy pine straw and brush-covered ground. All the air violently expelled from their lungs, and for just a moment, they couldn’t breathe. They forgot how, something was blocking it, the bodies and the heat and the movement and the pain they were trapped in on all sides they were lost THEY WERE TRAPPED THEY COULDN’T MOVE THEIR LIMBS HELP HELP HELP HELP HELP–!!

Glorious fresh air suddenly filled their lungs! They were alive! They were okay! Only then did they realize that the glorious life-saving air wasn’t glorious fresh air at all, but hot and sticky and hard to breath because it was filtered through the thick pine straw underbrush that their face was smashed into–

AUGH THEIR ARM–!!

Stabbing needles of pain shot up and down their shoulder and it was wrenched violently behind their back and pinned in between their shoulder blades, half a breath away from fully dislocating and much too hopelessly pinned and tangled to even dream of struggling to get it loose.

They cried out, a whining sort of cry that matched the staccato tempo of their racing heart. “OW OW OW OWOWOWowowowowow STOP STOP STOP PLEASE, you’re hurting me let go please–!”

Tears instictually and wholly nocensunsuall filled their eyes and they kicked their feet wildly, more out of primal instinct than any hope to escape. The struggling hurt so much, yet they struggled and screamed and fought nonetheless.

Suddenly the grip on their arm loosened, just slightly, just so, just enough to that it didn’t hurt as much but it was still hopelessly trapped in the iron grip forcing it there.

They stopped screaming, took in a large breath they hadn’t realized they so desperately needed, and then suddenly everything felt just a little bit clearer.

But it still fucking hurt!

“Let me go!” they demanded, tearful whine forcing its way through their voice. When had they started crying?

The presence that weighted down their body– was someone sitting on them?? No wonder they couldn’t move. Or breath…– shifted slightly, and whumpee saw a face barely enter their periphery.

“Let me GO! Get off!! Let me–!” Their arm tweaked back and whumpee screamed again.

“Shut up.” The attacker sitting on them finally spoke. “Last chance, or I’ll make you scream until your voice box explodes, got it??”

Their arm was released once more, and they felt their whole body untense as the pain fell away. Mostly. They clutched at the ground with their free arm and pressed their face into the pine straw. Trying and failing to hold back the sobbing whimpers that escaped their throat.

“Fi-i-i-ine.” They growled, voice sharp and fragile as broken glass.

A hand from behind them roughly grabbed the neck under their chin and wrenched their head up to look forward, eliciting another groaning squeal from the victim.

They found themselves staring right into the cold dead eyes of the other person who attacked them.

Their eyes widened, breath running ragged through their constricted windpipe.

Shit.

Ohhhhhh shit shit shit fuck shit fuck shit fuck shit no no no please FUCK. Whumpee recognised them.

“This the right one?” The voice on top of them panted.

The face in front of them smiled. No, they smirked. And nodded. “Yup. This is the little fucker,” they chuckled, disgusting breath misting whumpee’s face. “We’ll show you to steal from other’s campsites, won’t we, li’l buddy?”

“My family will come looking for me!” The words tumbled out of Whumpee’s dirt-smeared lips before they had a chance to think. “They probably already are, they’re getting suspicious right now because I’ve been gone too long and they’ll ask all the campsites around and they’ll make a search party and–!”

Another arm tweak, another scream, another face shove into the ground, another exhausting tensing of muscle under the weight of the person holding them down.

“Well.” They felt the iron-cold grip of the first assailant on their arm, crooking their arm back in ways an arm should never bend, just like the first. They screamed even louder, a hand slapped over their mouth, tears over the hand, barely enough presence of mind to even struggle as the combined force on their arms lifted them off the ground and they struggled and screamed and kicked and cried against the hold gagging them like a wild animal caught in a trap and fighting for it’s life. They barely felt their feet touch the ground, barely noticed as they were marched forward through the trees, further and further from their family, their friends, anyone who might’ve actually been able to hear their screams.

“Guess we should get busy. Race against time Will they find us? Or will they find you broken on the forest floor?”

* * * * * * * *

Father jumped at the sound that pierced high above the trees. Distant, barely audible, yet it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“What was that?” he commented. His voice rang with equal parts disgust and concern.

Mother looked equally as frightened. “A… A wolf howl maybe?”

“It sounded like a scream,” Sister said nonchalantly as she poked at the raging fire protecting them from the inky blackness of the freezing night.

Wind whistled through the trees.

“Or. Y’know. The wind.”

“Have any of you seen Whumpee lately?” Father asked. “I don’t see them.”

“They uh…" Sister voice dropped low, suddenly sensing an new urgency. They went to the bathroom last I saw.”

“That was hours ago!” Mother cried.

“Well I haven’t seen them since then!”

“Neither have I!”

"Or me!"

Father’s chest heaved, eyes wide, shaking nearly as much as the trees above them shook in the icy wind. “So… So… Where..?!”

The family’s gaze went from one another, ghost white to ghost white to ghost white.

Not a single breath among them.

Another distant scream.

Or wolf howl. 

Or maybe just a whistling of the trees.

* * * * * * * *

Taglist: @whumperofworlds

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[thelaithlyworm]

everything in nirvana in fire is now one big AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

lie zhanying: i think mei changsu is sincere. it's just that he walks a different path than us and does not understand the loyalty we share with wei zheng.

several episodes earlier, the entire su household: wei zheng was boss's lieutenant when he first joined the army, they crawled together out of meiling. this goes beyond friendship!

owowowowowowowow

(look, when a basically good-hearted person goes to extreme lengths to put up a false front and portray themselves as cold-blooded and manipulative, people believing that they are cold-blooded in difficult situations... isn't unexpected. it still, however, hurts.)

awww, lookit consort jing Managing Things again.

heh. i remember that very conveniently timed sickness which the consort promptly cured which tempted the crown prince to throw a party and then get caught throwing a party at an improper time... i remember that.

in a few episodes, consort jing: i can handle things in the palace.

i believe her.

[n30n-le0n]

Do you need assistance? -🐝

Uh. Bee?

Naaaaah. 'S good. 'S all---

owowowowowowowow

....m-maybe?

[arturhunter]

Te amo owo

Mwah owowoowowowowowo

-Gasp-

Mwuaahhhh owowowowowowowow

[biological-catastrophe]

NOMNOMNOMNOM (ooc)

UR THE SECOND BESTEST FRIEND EVER

...second place to lyra, lyra has first place on my list of best friends-

OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW STOP BITING ALSO VALID

Lyra is also first place for me I’m not biased or anything

[urlocalsadkid-l]

OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW

[dolls-self-ships]

Luigi def tried to get a tattoo at some point but it was too painful that he chickened out 5 seconds in

"OwowowoWOWOWOWOW-"

Mario left the artist $20 for their troubles and rushed his brother out of the shop

[rrandomtthings]

I just had the most horrifing realization

You remember when the Collector was telling their story, and they mentioned how the titan trappers were being weird, calling them some "grand huntsman" or wtver ?

They were going to spill King's blood. To try to free them. They were going to kill an innocent kid and make another innocent kid see it. The Collector. The ONE KID who's siblings forced them to look at all the friends they made disappear one by one and that got them trapped in complete isolation for YEARS for NO REASON.

Honestly if that actually worked, and at that moment he realized that mortals can't be fixed like toys... Omg

NOOOOOOOOOOOO OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW 😭😭😭😭😭

This hurts even more when u put it together w the Collector not understanding mortal death 😭😭

[hero-cafe]

OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW FINE ILL GO BUG SOMEONE ELSE FOR SOMETHING WITH WEED IN IT!

-Weed cookie Anon

Good.