#WOE! WHUMP BE UPON YE!!!

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still the bone remembers

read chapter two here!

The shape of Payne looms above him, and that’s when River recognizes what a horrifically bad idea it was to sprawl boneless and vulnerable on the floor this way. At least sitting up he had a chance to dodge, to duck. Now he’s entirely under Payne’s body and he can’t gather the strength to pull himself upright, and that’s not good, that’s incredibly not good, and there’s a prickly numb panic swelling in his throat, in his chest— “When he gets here, River?” A boot comes down to the left of River’s shoulder. Not touching. But boxing him in. “Yeah,” says River, even as that panic balloons to the point of suffocating, “when he gets here. He doesn’t leave his agents behind in the field. I mean, maybe he’d’ve left you behind, but you’re an arsehole—” The second boot slams into the concrete. Its impact sends a dizzying ring through River’s skull. “Lamb isn’t coming for you, you stupid fucking child.”

[gascreates]

seeby s1 dino gaang :)

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please enjoy ✨he✨

my brain would not let me rest until i drew this lmao

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Summary: Omega is captured. He will endure Eggman’s feeble attempts to break him, no matter the cost.

Or, the fic where I put Omega through the wringer because I was stressed as hell this past week.

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hey i wondered what she was staring at (once again drawn by my beloved pumpkinbrainart on instagram)

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Ai-less Whumptober Day Two- Overworked/Exhaustion

I'm posting day two even if it is late, I enjoyed it hehe. Combined these two kinda cuz Zander is. Going through it. This one mentions @fairieboywhump's Cathal a little bit.

Fandom: Oc's/Original Work

Word Count: 1,676

CW: No violence or injuries but exhaustion, talk of unhealthy eating habits, in general unhealthy habits on Zander's part

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Zander never knew when to stop. He didn’t know when to rest, when to take a break, when to grab something to eat. Resting felt like wasting time, he didn’t like to allow himself any free time, it just made him feel empty. He didn’t feel that way when he was working, even if he couldn’t work on Cathal’s case at the moment he could still work, he could still help people, as long as he was doing something, it was better than being alone with his thoughts. Besides, the extra pay from all the overtime he did certainly wouldn’t hurt him. 

 While the extra pay wouldn’t hurt him, his poor habits certainly would, they already were really, but it’s not like he was ready to admit that, even just to himself. He’d been denying it for so long that it took him by surprise when it finally hit him, as he walked down the hallway with Eli, he was talking but Zander could hardly hear him, unable to focus on anything. One moment he’d felt fine, they’d been having a normal conversation, and the next he couldn’t comprehend what he was saying, he felt like the building was swaying, sweat beaded on the back of his neck but at the same time he was hit with a sudden chill. Eli had noticed something was wrong, he was trying to question him but Zander couldn’t respond, he was shaking as he reached his arm out to the wall to find support, having to lean against it entirely. 

 “Zander? Zander, I need you to answer me.” He said slowly. He looked worried, but he stayed calm, looking over Zander in concern.

 “I-I don’t- I don’t feel good…” He finally managed to stammer out. His legs were shaking, he just wanted to sit down, he could hardly think clearly enough to even form a full sentence. There were dark spots in the corner of his vision and his heart was pounding in his chest, he hadn’t passed out in a long time but he was suddenly remembering just how scary it could be. 

 “Alright, it’s okay.” Eli said gently. “Here, let me help.” Zander allowed him to take his arm, doing his best to support him despite his much smaller size. He was able to quickly pull him into an empty conference room, helping him sit down in a chair at the table. Zander felt like he was going to be sick, he put his head in his hands and just tried to wait it out. 

 “Thank you- I’m sorry- I don’t- I don’t know what’s wrong, I’m sorry-”

 “It’s okay.” Eli told him again. “Stay here, try to catch your breath, I’ll be right back.” He said. Zander nodded, trying to take deep breaths and calm himself down as Eli left the room. Even though he was nearly shivering, he had to shrug his jacket off and roll his sleeves up, overwhelmed by everything happening at once. He put his head down on the table, he just wanted this all to stop. 

 He didn’t know how long he sat there, it felt like forever, but eventually Eli came back into the room and Zander sat up to face up, feeling so weak he wasn’t sure he could even keep his head up. Eli handed him a cold bottle of water and set some snacks from the vending machines down on the table, a bag of pretzels and his favorite candy bar. He hadn’t expected to get a treat for nearly passing out but he wasn’t going to complain about it. Eli encouraged him to eat, he watcehd over him worriedly like this would fix all his problems. Zander was almost irritated that it did start to make him feel better, just a little bit. It certainly didn’t cure him and restore him to perfect health, he felt like he’d been hit by a rough wave and was left exhausted and shaking, drained of all his energy, but he could think clearer now. 

 “Is that helping…?” Eli finally asked him, he’d been watching him like he was worried he’d fall unconscious at any second, the way he used to hover over him when he’d suffered a serious injury. 

 “I guess…” He shrugged. “I don’t… I don’t feel as bad, yeah…” 

 “Alright, I’m glad.” Eli sighed. “Zander, please, you’re overworking yourself, I really think you need a break.”

 “Eli, I swear, I’m fine-”

 “You’re not fine.” Eli said bluntly, shutting him down completely. He realized he was struggling to keep himself calm, to keep from lashing out completely. His hands were shaking, but Zander tried not to stare. He could hardly look at Elias directly, so frustrated with himself and the situation it was difficult to really face him. “You can’t keep treating yourself like this. I’m tired, and I can see that obviously, you are too.”

 “Fine, fine, I-I’ll go home and get some sleep, okay?” He said, trying to placate him. 

 “No! I’m- I’m not letting you go back to that apartment, I’m not just leaving you alone!” He insisted. “You’re not sleeping, you’re not eating, you aren’t taking care of yourself at all! The last time I went over there it was a fucking wreck, and normally I wouldn’t give a shit but that- that’s not like you, something is wrong.” 

 “It’s really not that bad…” He said, trying to calm him down, but he knew Eli was right. He’d been having awful, recurring nightmares that kept him awake, he was hardly motivated to clean up properly or feed himself, nothing outside of work mattered to him. Every second he spent at home just made him more aware that something was missing, he was so lonely and he knew he couldn’t fill that void easily. “I’ll make sure I eat when I get home, and I’ll get some sleep, okay? I’ll even take tomorrow off if that would make you happy.”

 “What would make me happy is if you would just let any of us help you.” Eli told him. “You don’t have to do any of this alone, we’re trying to help. You’ll be taking a few days off, and you won’t be going back to your apartment, not right away.” He said it like it was already decided.

 “What? Eli, that’s not- I can’t just-”

 “I already talked to our manager and she agrees, you need some time off. I know you want to be here and you want to be working but, there isn’t much you can do if you’re hardly even coherent. You’ve been overworking yourself and then driving yourself crazy when you’re alone and it’s- it’s just not good for you!” He told him.

 “Then what else am I supposed to do?! That’s where I live, if I’m taking a few days off- which I still don’t agree with, by the way- then at least I should be there to straighten things up, right?”

 “No, I’m not leaving you alone.” He insisted again. “I… I asked your mom to come and get you, while I was out. I think you need to go home for a while, it would be good for you to see them.”

 “You called my fucking mom on me?” He asked him, looking at him in disbelief. “I’m not a fucking child, I don’t need you to go and tell my parents whenever I act up!” He snapped. 

 “I’m not trying to get you in trouble, I’m trying to help.” He told him. “You need it, just, trust me, please? It sounded like they really missed you anyways, they’ll be happy to see you.”

 “They’re my moms, of course they’ll be happy to see me.” He said, rolling his eyes. Eli looked irritated, but he was doing his best to not get upset with him, and Zander just kept pushing him, almost like he was testing to see when he’d finally snap.

 “Zander, we want to help you, we just… you need to accept it.” He insisted. 

 “You keep saying that but this doesn’t fucking help!” He snapped. “I don’t feel any better, I just feel more stressed, what am I supposed to do while I’m gone?!”

 “You’re supposed to take care of yourself. Get some sleep, try to eat more, do something that makes you fucking happy and you might feel better when you come back!” Eli told him. “You are not working alone, I don’t know why you don’t get that. You know we’re still working too, right? Do you trust us?”

 “Of course I do!”

 “Then go the fuck home, go to bed, and let us do the work!” He told him. “I promise, I will call you if it is absolutely necessary, I won’t keep anything from you, but you need some time off, whether you want it or not. You’ll feel better at the end of it, okay?” Zander hesitated, he really didn’t want to give in but at the same time, he knew there was no winning against Eli in this argument. He could be incredibly stubborn when he wanted to be, and Zander felt like if he kept pushing him he’d either start crying or he’d start screaming at him, maybe both, so he didn’t have much of a choice.

 “Alright.” He sighed. “Fine, I’ll go home, I’ll take a few days off, okay?” He told him. Eli relaxed immediately, like he finally let out a breath he’d been holding this whole time. 

 ”Thank you.” He threw his arms around him, leaning down to hug him tightly around his neck. “I know you want to help, I know how much you care, but… I care about you. We’ll do the hard work for you these next few days, okay? You don’t need to worry.” He assured him. 

 Zander hugged him back, and despite his uncertainty, he felt himself relax. He knew he didn’t have to worry about them, he did trust them, what he didn’t trust was himself to remain calm when the entire situation made him feel absolutely helpless. 

[sillywhumpcreature]

Chomp (cw in tags)

@whumperofworlds

Wanted to share it with the world because she's silly

[whumperofworlds]

Pieces of media in trailers, etc.: This is a lighthearted, cute media!

Pieces of media when watched/read/played: Woe, whump be upon ye!

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WiJ 2023 - 16: Create a Whump Meme

WiJ 2023 Navigation Post

Well, I'm never usually funny on command, but I suppose this'll work lol

Woe, Meme be Upon Ye

[cutebutalsostabby]

12, 21, 24 :D

12) favourite character to write about this year

I just answered this one on a separate ask and said Hyrule, but I also like Legend! He's so soft to me. So squeezable. For my version of him: he means so well and he's actually quite clever and astute when he applies himself, BUT... he's a bit (a lot) impulsive, and can be clumsy as a result. Woe: ADHD be upon ye.

Idk I know some people view/write him as the most traumatised of the bunch but in my head he's coping with things in a reasonably healthy way (by Link standards at least lol).

21) most memorable comment/review

WHA- DON'T MAKE ME PICK A FAVOURITE CHILD!! ;_;

Ok fiiine, I will pick a favourite child. But I do really appreciate all comments!! I just chose this one because it was probably one of if not the longest comments I received, which also had the SHEER AUDACITY of apologising for being a long comment. And this is the same commenter who prompted me - politely and hopefully - to update that fic in the first place (complete with author note about pasta-related burns which probably looks ridiculous out of context and tbh doesn't make much more sense IN context lmao), so bonus points for that, and I'm glad they were so excited to see the update. I know some authors don't like being prodded for updates, but I definitely do (dependent on tone, obviously, and it won't always work - but it does help motivate me!).

24) favourite fic you read this year

I AM ONCE AGAIN CALLED ON TO PICK A FAVOURITE CHILD >:O

/j. But also not /j because I'm bad at picking absolute favourites, so I'll instead just add another item to the "fics I enjoyed" list from my previous post:

Things I enjoyed about this:

One of those whump scenes I like to reread a bunch.

Downfall duo belovvvvved.

Autistic Hyrule and also ADHD-coded Legend (idk latter might be just my reading into it but I'm going with that). Neurodivergent downfall duo: yes, correct.

Also it updated daily which is actually a thing I really appreciate in fics (but can never replicate in my own, sorry). I think it was probably afternoons/evenings for the authors but it was generally early mornings in my own time, so it was lovely to go to bed with the expectation of waking to a new chapter!

[mothervvoid]

1/1, 2k wc

Kagemane was a lot like tug-of-war, his father had told him once.

"You’re all out of wack, Shikamaru, you need rest. If you don’t you’re going to fucking die, and I will not be letting that happen.”

[blocksgame]

Ghostbur falls in a river. Ghostbur falls in a river. Ghostbur falls in a river. Ghostbur falls in a river. Ghostbur falls in a river. Ghostbur falls in a river. Quackity pulls him out.

Woe! Ghostbur whump (featuring Ghostbur's memory issues) be upon ye.

[whump-tr0pes]

What happened again in the silver chair and enders game? 👀

I mean, Ender’s Game is pretty much just whump from start to finish. But what happened in The Silver Chair? (by C.S. Lewis) Oh... only this scene...

"Come in, friends," he said, glancing quickly up. "The fit is not yet upon me. Make no noise, for I told that prying chamberlain that you were in bed. Now... I can feel it coming. Quick! Listen while I am master of myself. When the fit is upon me, it well may be that I shall beg and implore you, with entreaties and threatenings, to loosen my bonds. They say I do. I shall call upon you by all that is most dear and most dreadful. But do not listen to me. Harden your hearts and stop your ears. For while I am bound you are safe. But if once I were up and out of this chair, then first would come my fury, and after that" — he shuddered — "the change into a loathsome serpent."

"There's no fear of our loosing you," said Puddleglum. "We've no wish to meet wild men; or serpents either."

"I should think not," said Scrubb and Jill together.

"All the same," added Puddleglum in a whisper. "Don't let's be too sure. Let's be on our guard. We've muffed everything else, you know. He'll be cunning, I shouldn't wonder, once he gets started. Can we trust one another? Do we all promise that whatever he says we don't touch those cords? Whatever he says, mind you?"

...

The Knight was moaning. His face was as pale as putty, and he writhed in his bonds. And whether because she was sorry for him, or for some other reason, Jill thought that he looked a nicer sort of man than he had looked before.

"Ah," he groaned. "Enchantments, enchantments... the heavy, tangled, cold, clammy web of evil magic. Buried alive. Dragged down under the earth, down into the sooty blackness... how many years is it?... Have I lived ten years, or a thousand years, in the pit? Maggotmen all around me. Oh, have mercy. Let me out, let me go back. Let me feel the wind and see the sky... There used to be a little pool. When you looked down into it you could see all the trees growing upside-down in the water, all green, and below them, deep, very deep, the blue sky."

He had been speaking in a low voice; now he looked up, fixed his eyes upon them, and said loud and clear: "Quick! I am sane now. Every night I am sane. If only I could get out of this enchanted chair, it would last. I should be a man again. But every night they bind me, and so every night my chance is gone. But you are not enemies. I am not your prisoner. Quick! Cut these cords."

"Stand fast! Steady," said Puddleglum to the two children.

"I beseech you to hear me," said the Knight, forcing himself to speak calmly. "Have they told you that if I am released from this chair I shall kill you and become a serpent? I see by your faces that they have. It is a lie. It is at this hour that I am in my right mind: it is all the rest of the day that I am enchanted. You are not Earthmen nor witches. Why should you be on their side? Of your courtesy, cut my bonds."

"Steady! Steady! Steady!" said the three travellers to one another.

"Oh, you have hearts of stone," said the Knight. "Believe me, you look upon a wretch who has suffered almost more than any mortal heart can bear. What wrong have I ever done you, that you should side with my enemies to keep me in such miseries? And the minutes are slipping past. Now you can save me; when this hour has passed, I shall be witless again — the toy and lap-dog, nay, more likely the pawn and tool, of the most devilish sorceress that ever planned the woe of men. And this night, of all nights, when she is away! You take from me a chance that may never come again."

"This is dreadful. I do wish we'd stayed away till it was over," said Jill.

"Steady!" said Puddleglum.

The prisoner's voice was now rising into a shriek. "Let me go, I say. Give me my sword. My sword! Once I am free I shall take such revenge on Earthmen that Underland will talk of it for a thousand years!"

"Now the frenzy is beginning," said Scrubb. "I hope those knots are all right."

"Yes," said Puddleglum. "He'd have twice his natural strength if he got free now. And I'm not clever with my sword. He'd get us both, I shouldn't wonder; and then Pole on her own would be left to tackle the snake."

The prisoner was now so straining at his bonds that they cut into his wrists and ankles. "Beware," he said. "Beware. One night I did break them. But the witch was there that time. You will not have her to help you to-night. Free me now, and I am your friend. I'm your mortal enemy else."

"Cunning, isn't he?" said Puddleglum.

"Once and for all," said the prisoner, "I adjure you to set me free. By all fears and all loves, by the bright skies of Overland, by the great Lion, by Aslan himself, I charge you — "

"Oh!" cried the three travellers as though they had been hurt. "It's the Sign," said Puddleglum. "It was the words of the sign," said Scrubb more cautiously. "Oh, what are we to do?" said Jill.

... 

The Knight was screaming by now; there was foam on his cheeks.

"Come on, Scrubb," said Puddleglum. He and Scrubb drew their swords and went over to the captive.

"In the name of Aslan," they said and began methodically cutting the cords. The instant the prisoner was free, he crossed the room in a single bound, seized his own sword (which had been taken from him and laid on the table), and drew it.

"You first!" he cried and fell upon the silver chair. That must have been a good sword. The silver gave way before its edge like string, and in a moment a few twisted fragments, shining on the floor, were all that was left. But as the chair broke, there came from it a bright flash, a sound like small thunder, and (for one moment) a loathsome smell.

"Lie there, vile engine of sorcery," he said, "lest your mistress should ever use you for another victim." Then he turned and surveyed his rescuers; and the something wrong, whatever it was, had vanished from his face.

[wovenstarlight]

For fic asks, 17, 31, 32, 49, aaaaand 50 if you want!

WAHA LETS GO

17. What highly specific AU do you want to read or write even though you might be the only person to appreciate it?

[extremely mournfully] witchwolf.... I want to write witchwolf.... i know there was interest way back when but that was for the plot and now I'm just interested in the worldbuilding and universe mechanics... and also characterization plagues me at every moment

31. What’s your ideal fic length to write?

HMMMM I can't say I track fic lengths but i usually like to keep them short because I'm not too good at keeping up with longfics? say about... 10k ish at most? 2k as a lower bound, given that my writing limit per day is fairly consistently 3k

32. What’s your ideal fic length to read?

generally 5k, 10k upwards? I want something to chew on for a bit so anything smaller doesn't really do as much for me.... and I LOVE longfics but above 100k I start needing to break it down into reading sessions lmao. I still love it! but I need to schedule time for other stuff in my day and i have a tendency to get fixated

49. What are you currently working on? Share a few lines if you’re up for it!

ksfjjdjv oh man... this super self indulgent sranks one shot of hyj dropping fear resistance in shjs company for the explicit purpose of using that S-rank aura to make him feel fear that he can actually work through, because he always represses it otherwise.... I love whump I love writing and reading panic attacks and paralyzing terror. so. you know.

IIIII am not gonna post excerpt because it is hard to find something that would make any amount of sense out of context but ! if there's interest I might post the whole thing as a fic

50. Answer any question of your choice, or talk about anything you want to talk about!

gonna pick q7 for this! which is:

7. Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of?

WOE FIREFORGED BE UPON YE!!!!! admittedly a portion of the worldbuilding is to be expanded on in the sequel which is.... in the works..... but still!!! gestures enthusiastically at it!!! dragons and houses and clans !!!!!!!

(ask me fic writer questions)

[whumperofworlds]

Blorbo/OC: *exists*

Me: Woe, whump be upon ye!