#Whump of July

[la-sera]

For @skyward-floored

Fic: Collapse (Fan Joy July Day 14, my 10th pict for Fan Joy July)

I always enjoy reading your fics since I found out about LU. I read a lot of your fics that are about whump, angst, or hurt/comfort hehe.

Your story writing is easy to understand for me. And when I read this fic, I immediately got an idea to draw. I hope you like it!

Thank you for sharing your great work!

[mischefous]

OOGHHHH- man this fic, this fic I come back to very often to re-read. especially chapter 2. When FanJoyJuly was announced I was like this one. this is the fic I wanna draw for.

the whump, the emotion, the recovery was so painful but so rewarding. everything that was described was so tangible. I could feel everything Four was experiencing in such heart-wrenching detail. I felt the unbridled fear of the Chain when they were helping him through everything. this is one of my top favorite fics in my little hoard that I love coming back to.

just be mindful of the tags in this fic. but give it a read! IT'S SO FREAKING GOOD! thank you to @cluelessmoose for this amazing fic💙

[musical-chan]

Only For Emergencies

@kikker-oma A gift fic for you! I just had to return the favour after all the amazing art you've done this month. So I dug around in your tumblr until I found something that inspired me. I hope you enjoy!

He said he would never use it again. He promised Malon, promised himself, though the draw towards the power was constant and inescapable. He rarely looked at his reflection anymore, not since the marks had clung greedily to his face. Not since his scarred eye had started seeing things again, things it shouldn't see.  Not since the last time he had worn the Fierce Deity's body as his own. 

And yet for some reason, Time couldn't let it go. He kept the mask with him, buried amongst the others, held for a day when he might need it again. Even though he had promised.

He had even shown it to some of the others in those early days of meeting other men and boys with his name. The young Hero of the Winds had been so interested and Time had appreciated the childlike wonder the teenager still held. It reminded him of his adventuring days, of being even younger than Wind and wanting to save the world, no matter what it took. It reminded him of when he had innocence and wonder before Termina had ground that all away into dust, before the mask had claimed his soul. 

Only for emergencies, he had told the boy.  Never to be worn in play or as a joke.  None of the other Links had cared or listened when he talked about his masks, but Wind had.

(Read the rest on AO3!)

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Whumpee who is used to Whumper punishing them for small or even made up "mistakes" gets in habit of apologising for everything.

When Caretaker takes Whumpee in, they are so sure that they will fail at something, that they just start apologising at slightest suspicion Caretaker is displeased. Caretaker asks what Whumpee is apoligising for, leading to Whumpee confessing they don't know what they did wrong and apologising for not knowing it.

Which only results in more confusion on Caretaker's part

[lookforanewangle]

bled in the hall, watched it all | whump july 2024 // don't go, you're half of me now No. 2 - Does your insurance cover this? Car accident / Bystander caretaker / “Eyes open, ambulance is almost here.” warnings: blood and injury, brief description of injury, loss of pulse, break-ins, other tags on ao3

The front door is hanging off its hinges.

That’s the first thing Eddie notices as he looks towards the house. He’s out of his truck in an instant and sprinting up the steps before the key is out of the ignition, the engine rumbling away in the driveway. He doesn’t give a shit about the truck. He can deal with that later. The only thought in his head is Christopher, Chris, oh god, please no. He slows his stride as he slides through the broken doorway, army training returning on instinct, footsteps silent. Someone had to kick the door down, and it’s entirely possible they’re still here, which means Chris might not be safe, and—

Buck. Buck was here, too.

read on ao3

[beautyconsumer]

Whumperless Whump Event Day 20

Like a Narrow Box

It's not fun if you're panicking: Stuck in an elevator / Claustrophobia / “Get me out.”

@whumperless-whump-event In time today! Also cross posted on AO3

Relationships: Dick Grayson & Jason Todd, Jason Todd/Grant Wilson

Fandoms: Batman, Batfam, Deathstroke (comics)

Words: 678

Content and TW: Brain fog, claustrophobia, trapped in an elevator, a glimpse of blood, flashback, PTSD.

The narrow box they're in stutters to a stop.

Jason blinks, the realization of what's going on tenses his muscles tight.

The first one to speak is, unsurprisingly, Grant.

“Fucking great, stuck with you of all people, Grayson,” he complains loudly.

Jason can hear the unpleasantness in Dick's grumble, “I'm not excited about this either…”

They keep arguing, bickering, Jason can't focus on it, because he had been staring at the red numbers on the elevator’s tiny screen going down, down, down…

And then it stopped. And the adrenalin curling in his gut had nowhere to go.

Jason feels stuck in place, irrationally thinking the more he moves the less space he'll have left.

“Jay?”

When he comes back down Jason's eyesight focuses on Grant's face, he's in front of him now.

“Everything alright?” Grant asks.

Jason notices he's breathing rapidly, heart hitting against his ribcage rapid and hard. Grant must have heard it.

“We're stuck,” Jason croaks.

That much is obvious, which explains the confused silence that follows.

“I already pressed the emergency button, emergencies should be on their way, we just have to wait,” Dick says.

Jason shakes his head, a whimper stuck in his throat, he can't— he can't be here any longer.

He can't see outside of this damn box.

His eyesight fails him again, dark spots around his vision, he's being unable to see or process anything else He's— stuck again— trapped and he's—

Someone takes his shoulders, “Hey, hey, what's wrong?”

Jason can't formulate much thoughts, panic rushes in his brain, he wants out—

Now.

“Get me out,” he says, his voice pathetic, terribly weak. Anger floods him, out of nowhere, it clashes powerful inside him, “Get me out!” he shouts.

He meets worried confused dark brown eyes, then Grant steps away. Jason almost feels himself float away, like a wandering balloon, he didn't realize the touch was as grounding as it was.

“What the hell are you doing?” he hears Dick say.

Jason can barely focus on the noise, thuds, blunt hits and the bizarre noise of metal screeching It doesn't do much to calm him down, Jason doesn't know what the fuck is happening—

He doesn't like being unaware of shit.

But his mind is blurry.

He grasps at reason, tries to make sense of the situation that feels like a senseless tangle in his head.

“Getting us outta here,” Grant responds, voice unexpectedly terse.

Jason looks at Dick, for a second his frown makes him think he's gonna protest and keep Grant from what he's doing — getting them out—

But then Dick focuses on Jason, and approaches him, “Jay, Jayce you're gonna be okay, alright?”

Dick settles in front of him, warm hands on his shoulders again and it brings relief in him.

The noise doesn't stop, he thuds brings back an unwanted memory—

Of his fists hitting upwards against sturdy wood, padded with useless silk, fighting until he bled, the pain didn't matter when he had to get out.

Dad— where are you—

Jason gasps.

The moment the doors are forced open— the moment Jason sees light, more oxygen he crawls out— no, not crawl, he rushes out.

He scrambles out of the tiny space, leans onto the wall next and wheezes out breath after breath trying to regain his sanity, to come back to normal.

Who is he kidding? He’s gonna feel like a ticking bomb for the next few weeks, days if he’s lucky.

A soft voice calls out to him, Jason looks to the side and Dick is there. Kind blue eyes on him, it blooms warmth on his chest, he stares for too long, he can finally focus and register what he’s seeing.

“You’re fine,” Dick says, tone steady and calm.

It soothes him.

Then Grant is on Dick’s side. His hands are stained scarlet.

Jason furrows his eyebrows, Grant crosses his arms quickly as if to take his hands out of his sight.

“You’re fine, doll,” he says quietly.

Jason closes his eyes, shudders out a breath feeling put together finally.

Everything's fine.

[all-the-gory-details]

Whumpmas in July: Day Six

Left Behind

TW: Restraints, torture, blindfold, gag, abandoned

Whumpee flinched at the sound of the door opening, curling up and shrinking away as much as their cuffs allowed them to. It wasn't much.

They whimpered when something touched them, waiting for the pain to start again. But the hand... it was gentle.

Their blindfold was pulled away, and Whumpee squinted into the light to see-

Caretaker.

Whumpee sobbed in relief, leaning into Caretaker's hand as they pulled the gag out of their mouth.

"C-caretaker, y-you came-" they gasped, disbelief clear in their eyes.

"Shush, it's alright, I've got you," Caretaker reassured, moving to work on the cuffs securing Whumpee's hands to the wall. "Everything's gonna be fi-"

They were cut off by the sound of gunshots in the hallway, deafeningly loud. Someone was calling Caretaker's name, loud and panicked.

Caretaker paled, turning to the cuffs with a sort of desperation Whumpee had never seen before. "Damn lock won't give," they whispered under their breath, brow furrowing.

"Caretaker, where are you?!" The shout came from through the open door, and Caretaker glanced over with a wince. "We got the plans. We need to get out of here. NOW!"

Caretaker bit back a swear word, giving the lock a few more desperate tugs. "M'sorry," they gasped, and when Whumpee met their eyes, they understood.

"N-no, wait caretaker, pleas-"

Bang!

Caretaker swallowed down a sob. "I-I'll be back," they promised shakily, before standing-

turning-

running-

away-

leaving Whumpee behind.

Alone.

They stared at that door as the sounds of escape faded away, dreading the moment Whumper would return again.

Because this time, they couldn't even hope for rescue.

This time, they knew that they were on their own.

[gipitothefrog]

Whump

@wolfstarmicrofic

Word count: 796

Tw: blood, injury, self harm (kinda)

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It was the full moon, and for some reason, it was worse than usual.

The night started off normally, with Remus heading down to the shack and the rest of the marauders following after him. When the transformation started, though, they immediately knew something was wrong.

Remus still cried out in pain, but the cracks of his bones seemed louder than normal, and as a wolf, he was far more vicious. Not to the rest of the marauders, but to himself. 

His claws gashed into his stomach and back, leaving scarlet trails that leaked red for a long time after he had been torn up. Nothing the stag, rat, or even dog did persuaded the wolf to stop, and the torment continued the whole night. 

When the morning came, and Remus turned back, he simply lay on the floor, unmoving. Sirius, James, and Peter all rushed to his side, and tried to heal him the best they could, but the wounds were too deep. Reluctantly, they threw the cloak back on and hurried up to the castle.

Sirius paced back and forth in their dorm.

“Do you think Pomfrey’s gone down to get him yet?” Sirius asked the two other boys.

“I don’t know, mate. I hope so.” Was James’s response. Peter simply let out a small, sad squeak.

“I’m going to the hospital wing to check,” Sirius decided after another moment.

“We’ll come with you,” said James, jumping up at the same time as Peter.

“No, it’s early. You two get some sleep. I can go by myself. Besides, you two might not fit under the cloak.”

“Pete can be wormtail, it’s—”

James was cut off by Peter’s hand on his shoulder. “Let him go alone,” the shorter boy said.

Sirius made eye contact with Peter, silently thanking him. Pete simply gave an understanding nod.

Grabbing the cloak, Sirius made his way to the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey was used to the boys showing up early in the morning, before they were supposed to be out of bed, but this was earlier than normal by at least a few hours. Sirius knocked. No one answered, so he tried the door. It opened, and he made his way into the room, hoping for the best and expecting the worst.

It turned out to be in the middle. Madame Pomfrey had gotten Remus, but he was still in critical condition from what Sirius could tell. She was currently leaning over Remus, around twelve different potions on the table beside him. Sirius rushed over and kneeled near his head on the floor next to the bed.

“Will he be okay?” Sirius asked desperately. 

Madame Pomfrey looked up, only seeing him just then. “Yes, he will. He may be out for a few days, though. You never know with werewolf healing, sometimes it helps out, sometimes it doesn’t. We’ll see.”

Sirius spent the next couple of days at Remus’s bedside when he wasn’t in class. When he was in class, though, he was diligently taking notes, much more thorough than he ever had before, to give to Remus when he woke up.

When Remus finally did wake up, it was the middle of the night. Looking around, disoriented, the first thing he saw was Sirius. Slumped over in an armchair, asleep, with a half-done potions essay in his lap.

“Pads?” Remus croaked out.

Immediately, the other boy sprung up. Awake and alert.

“Moony! You’re awake!” He exclaimed, relief flooding through him.

“How long have I been out? And can I have some water?”

Sirius immediately conjured a glass of water, while saying, “A couple of days. It was really bad. I was- well we were all so worried.” Piping down for a minute, he asked softly, “Is something wrong, Moons?”

Remus took his time, gulping down the glass of water and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand before answering. Looking down at his lap, he said,

“It’s nothing much. Just… my mother is sick, and I’ve been really worried. I didn’t realize that it was taking such a toll on me until, well…”

“Oh, Remus, I’m so sorry.” Sirius gingerly embraced the other boy, making sure not to hurt him in any way. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I just, I didn’t want you all to worry.” Remus sniffled. A few stray tears fell down his cheeks, which he tried to hide by looking away. Sirius gently guided his gaze back to him by his chin, then cupped his face and brushed away the tears with his thumbs.

“You can tell us anything, my Moon. You don’t need to worry about us worrying.”

Remus gave back a watery smile, before burying his face in Sirius’s shoulder and having the first proper cry he’d had in months.

[whumpty-dumpty-doo]

Whumpmas in July 2024 - Day 7 - Post a link to your favorite whump fic of all time!

This post is part of my participation in the 2024 @whumpmasinjuly event!

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Ah, it's hard to pick a favorite! Here are a few that I really enjoyed:

Gallery AU (Keith and Shiro from VLD fanfic) by @trytofocus - Keith is a prisoner in a secret, highly prestigious gallery where subjects are displayed in all manners of artful bondage for the entertainment of rich patrons. Shiro is one such patron. And he isn't nice. (Be warned that this fic is 18+, as it contains adult elements and themes, and is NSFW) Why I love it: God, the mental images are SO GOOD. The way that Keith is treated as a living, breathing, unwilling art piece... the emotions, the way things are described, the care and reverence taken in tying him up and putting him on display, the way that Shiro appreciates him, the attitude that Keith gives... It's so freaking good, and it gives me crazy whumperflies. I wish there was more!

Death Valley (also on AO3) by @ashintheairlikesnow - In 2003, Finn Schneider left Germany for a month-long planned trip around the United States. Somewhere around Death Valley, he disappeared. But he wasn't alone. (Be warned that this fic is 18+, as it contains noncon, murder, and is NSFW) Why I love it: This was the second whump fic that I ever read, and it was integral in getting me into the whumpsphere! I feel SO SO SO bad for Finn, what he goes through, and how he is in his future. It's one of those stories that makes me go "OH NO BB LET ME FIX IT FOR YOU ;A;" but this poor guy has seen and been through far too much. It's brutal. Even the flash forward has me on the edge of my seat and only wanting the best for him. I hope this poor man finds love, joy, and peace.

Brother's Keeper by @darkthingshappen - Ben Adkins' life changes forever when his brother Jake fails to pay what is owed to some powerful men. Will he be able to survive his harrowing experience and return to his family? (Be warned that this fic is 18+, as it contains explicit noncon and is NSFW) Why I love it: Phew, this one is intense! It's one of those fics that made me go "OH DAMN." a lot. I actually had to read this one out of order a bit because (spoilers) thereʻs a recovery arc... followed by a recapture arc. I had to save some of the recovery arc to read when things got too tough and I needed some joy for the characters, because GEEZ. Poor Ben!! Poor Jake! Poor Andrei! Volkov and his guys are sick SOBs and just merciless. Itʻs so whumpy. I had to skip a chapter or two due to some of my own personal squicks, but other than that, if youʻre looking for some guys having a super bad time, this is a great fic for that!

King of The Road by @darkthingshappen - George and Danny find themselves in the hands of a very sick and twisted trucker. What will happen to them as his newest victims? (Be warned that this is fic 18+, as it contains explicit noncon and is NSFW) Why I love it: The trucker is horrible!! An absolutely evil vile terrible sick guy!!! I have to know what happens to George and Danny! Thereʻs not much of the fic yet, but Iʻm frothing at the mouth waiting for more. The brutality is so whumperiffic, and I already desperately want to save them, so you know things are on a good track!

Secrecy by @doomeddestination - A young spy is captured by a mysterious man known only as Shepard. (Be warned that this fic is 18+, as it contains explicit noncon and is NSFW) Why I love it: Calico is such a great writer, and her dedication to her stories and characters is INSANE. This story was the first one of hers that I read, and it introduced me to Ander, who is another character that I simply wish to wrap in a blanket and give tea to and take care of forever. This poor guy just needs a break. Shepard is awful, and the suspense in the story is so great. Thereʻs a whole multitude of AUs and stories that contain these characters as well, so lots of stuff to check out! ... ... ... If Ander never gets to canonically see his mom again, I will riot in the streets. LET A GOOD THING HAPPEN TO HIM.

The Mountain Man by @darkthingshappen - A kidnapper has his sights on a hockey player and sets a plan into motion to get him into his clutches. Why I love it: Getting into the head of the whumper as he stalked and planed his capture was so cool. I loved the confusion and delirium that the hockey player showed, especially when things started to get scary. I think this story was meant to be a one-shot, but Iʻd gladly dig into more of it if it got continued!

Hazel's story by @starrywhump - A group of college students is kidnapped by a sadistic whumper who has no qualms about torturing them. Why I love it: This was the FIRST whump fic I ever found and read! I wouldnʻt be in the community now if not for this fic. I have no idea how I stumbled across it, but Iʻm so glad I did, because it introduced me to whump lingo, whump blogs, and this whole crazy world. I love the characters, the whumper is creepy and intimate, and some of what she does is just nasty and brutal. I donʻt know what happened to the author (the blog hasnʻt been updated in like three years), but I hope that theyʻre happy and doing well wherever they are. I love the fic, and would love to read more if they ever decided to continue!

There are so so so many other great fics out there, but these are just the few that come to mind off the top of my head! Any other fans of these stories out there? :O

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Tags: @whumpmasinjuly-archive

[sunwarmed-ash]

WIP/Number game

@sweeteatercat back at it again with #9!

good choice, this is actually something I'm working on for @whump-kia 's Whump July event!

Day 1: 

Emergency First Aid: Self-done stitches / Alcohol as sanitizer / “It's just a scratch, I've had worse.”

TW:s Needle mention, open wounds,

“This is not a scratch Billy!”

“I’ve had worse...”

“That doesn’t give me any relief!”

“Well as long as you feel better…” Billy sasses.

Steve sighs loudly but it sounds tired, defeated. 

“I didn't mean it like that…”

Billy doesn't know why, but he cuts Harrington a break. Maybe it's because he’s too busy trying to keep his guts inside his body to have any remaining energy to fight.

“Yeah, I know you didn't Steve.”

It's quiet for two awkward moments. 

“What can I do?” Steve asks. 

“Hand me the sanitizer.”

Steve hands him the bottle, eyes desperate for more instructions.  

“Ahh!!” Billy hisses, because of all things to put on a deep, open, wound this wasn’t one of them, but he didn't have a whole lot of other options at his disposal. He just hopes the stinging stops soon. 

“Please,” Steve begs, “it’s killing me I can’t do more.”

Billy, despite the agony he’s feeling, chuckles, 

“Just can’t shake the Mother Hen persona can you Pretty Boy?”

“Shut up…” Steve flushes, but he’s not mad. 

“Come here?” Billy takes a chance. A fucking stupid chance really. 

“Yeah, where do you want me?” Steve asks unthinkingly, moving just inches from Billy’s face. 

Before Billy can convince himself out of it, he leans closer and brings their lips together. 

The kiss isn't longer than a peck and Steve’s cheeks are flushed bright red when Billy pulls back. 

“What- was that for?”

“You said you wanted to help,” Billy shrugs, pushing the floss-threaded needle through his skin. “Needed something else to focus on.” 

Steve’s still blushing, and Billy hopes that’s a very good sign and not a bad one. But honestly after the night he’s had he wasn’t banking on a happy ending.

[wangxianficrecs]

The Righteous Path to Evil by Jengabears

The Righteous Path to Evil

by Jengabears

M, WIP, 15k, Wangxian

Summary: It starts with Lan Wangji holding a whip in the snow. Of a determination Lan Qiren sees on his face. An expression he knows all too well. Lan Qiren’s threat won't stop him. It’s barely made him pause. The boy doesn't sit in repentance, but in relief. There is a confident, defiant warmth in his eyes which seems to melt the snow around him and set the whip ablaze upon his palms. His nephew would disobey him. Of this, Qiren is sure. He would find a way to return to that demon which ensnared him; and perhaps next time he goes, he would not get him back. Either that demon kills him, or ensnares him into his wicked ways. Lan Qiren would not stand for it. Something had to be done...before it was too late. Too late to save Wangji... Too late to save his clan from the slow encroach of evil which that demon has wrought upon their world. He would not stand by again and let another Wen sect rise up and claim the lives of the ones he loved. He would not repeat his mistake again. This time, it will be he who acts first. OR Lan Qiren goes to Yiling with a group of disciples to kill or apprehend the Yiling Patriarch. Kay's comments: Heed the warning with this one, because it's very dark and very angsty. For everyone who's here for that, oh boy, do I have a treat for you! A story in which Lan Qiren decides to take things into his own hands and deal with Wei Wuxian and the Wens himself so that his nephew will not fall further. It's really heavy on the dark Lan Sect and dark Lan Qiren especially (though there are threats of something even darker maybe happening in the future) and apparently, the story won't treat Wen Qing kindly as well, so note that before you start reading. Excerpt: Qiren scowled, taking a quick breath to ground himself. "Who is the child?" he asked in a tone which brooked no arguments and promised pain if not answered. Fear flickered over the young man’s face, but he attempted to keep his jovial attitude. "No one of importance. I was just looking after him for someone.” The boy whimpered in his arms, clearly hurt by the dismissal in the demon’s voice. He witnessed pain cross his face as he hugged the boy tighter subconsciously. Lan Qiren’s eyes narrowed. “Point them out. We will allow his return to them.” Panic flickered in his eyes as they scanned the crowd, almost desperately. “Ahaha… it seems like they haven’t returned from their business yet…” Lan Qiren narrowed his eyes. Wei Wuxian was clearly lying. Qiren determined that the child must, as he had suspected, be a hostage to keep them from attacking the despicable demon. “Hand over the child.” Qiren commanded, nodding to Xiu Zhang to take the child from him.

pov lan qiren, canon divergence, dark lan qiren, golden core reveal, gusu lan elders bashing, gusu lan sect bashing, dark gusu lan sect, gusu lan sect punishment methods, gusu lan silencing spell, burial mounds settlement days, discipline whip, angst, heavy angst, kidnapping, post-sunshot campaign, hurt wei wuxian, wei wuxian whump, self-sacrificing wei wuxian, wei wuxian goes to gusu

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

[mostlywhump]

hi hello uhhhh this isn't a question but i NEED to talk about how utterly homosexual laramie 2x01 is, despite being about a girl slim likes. doing their chores. bantering. shirtless. knowing each other so well. it's so good and so domestic. i'm drunk on robert fuller's abs and whatever the fuck kinda blissful love slim & jess have for each other. i am losing my fucking mind. HELP.

You’re right and you should say it. Isn’t that the one where Slims crush kisses Jess in front of him and they both just grin at each other?

INTERESTING FACTS

Julie London from that episode would go on to act in Emergency! a show directed and produced by her ex husband Jack Webb where she guest starred alongside Robert Fuller (her characters love interest) and her real second husband Bobby Troup.

Anyway, so there’s a blooper on YouTube of Fuller and Troup walking around set holding hands.

This leads to two totally unnecessary theories that:

1. Julie London was an absolutely magical bewitching woman (which I’m sure she was)

2. These people had some kind of 70s swinger poly shit going on.

It’s a little wild and it’s very funny, but anyway that’s all.

[thegirlwholived1213]

Fireworks Hide Gunshots

TW: Gun, noncon (Not sexual), restraining, death threat

Colorful lights burst above the crowded streets, and children ducked in and out of the masses, squealing as they twirled sparklers in the air. The night filled with the 'oohs' and 'Ahs' of spectators, everywhere packed with families both standing in the road and sitting in lawn chairs as the residents watched the light shows.

With the hustle and crowds of the holiday, nobody paid much attention to Hero who was darting in between the crowd. They constantly glanced over their shoulder, the bright burst of fireworks illuminating the street under their feet as they ran. The warm summer air tousled their hair as they streaked through the masses and watched the silhouettes of the suburban houses fly past. They rounded a corner, eyes gluing onto their own house down the street.

The footsteps behind them grew louder, and they couldn't contain their shriek as Villain barreled into them. The crime-fighter gasped as they hit the pavement, elbows and knees scraping the asphalt. Villain slammed Hero's wrists above their head with one arm and drew a pistol with the other, the cold barrel resting on Hero's temple as they sneered from above.

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you right now." They smirked, Hero wriggling in their steel grasp.

"Everyone will hear you." Hero hissed, eyes glowing with fear and rage, and Villain chuckled.

"Oh Hero, don't you get it?"

Villain loomed in, inches away from Hero's face.

"Fireworks hide gunshots."

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:D

Everyone! Look at this beautiful drawing made by @whump-blog!

It's a scene I had in mind for a long time - the day he got his scar. It was a punishment for misbehaving. His then-Master wanted to hurt his eye too, but luckily he changed his mind :)

I swear, I could write a whole essay about what I love about it. The pose is just right, that leaning back and his expression, the fear and sadness and pain and disorientation and worry and a hint of regret perhaps? and iergiherguherugihijustloveitsomuchimightdieaughiuaehguiehg

I often struggle to portray my Whumpees as more than soft cakes to be held and protect and you got this right, that in reality he's just a young man who was tossed into bad circumstances and he's not just abused blorbo, he's abused man and I might run out of letters to do keysmashes.

And the little details, the worn-down clothes (he was never for the show, just to clean around and as long as shirt didn't fall apart it was good enough) and the bruises, especially the hand-shaped bruise??? I didn't know I needed it, sigjhdirughaeiug. It's even on his left arm like right-handed person grabbed him and I love, I love it. I will zoom in and stare at it for the rest of the night.

I'm putting taglist on, because everyone deserves to have a chance to see it: @kim-poce @whatgoeswhumpinthenight @wolfeyedwitch @dont-touch-my-soup @obsessedwithegos @cicatrix-energy @jordanstrophe @pinkraindropsfell

[lookforanewangle]

bled in the hall, watched it all | whump july 2024 // down to the wire No. 1 - EMERGENCY FIRST AID Self-done stitches / Alcohol as sanitizer / "It's just a scratch, I've had worse." warnings: blood and injury; injuries are non-descriptive

“Chim!”

“Fine,” he gasps, pressing down on the blood steadily streaming between his fingers. Fucking hell— “I’m—shit—I’m fine!”

read on ao3

[omgubler]

Happy Fourth of July to my fellow 'muricans! 🎆

To celebrate, here is some shameless self promotion in the form of two Fourth of July Psych fics I've written in the past:

Teenage Shawn and Gus experiment with fireworks but it doesn't go to plan (Shawn whump!)

Shawn and Juliet spend the night together at a Fourth of July firework show.