#but i miss you guys and i have SO much whump to share

[whumpgalore]

MISPLACEMENT (错爱双生) Episode 10

[the-wandering-whumper]

Hello lovelies.

I don’t exactly know how to do this, but here goes.

You haven’t seen me around lately because I’ve been dealing with some pretty serious health issues. Turns out I’ve got this very rare genetic disorder that’s only going to get progressively worse from here on out. It’s called Spinocerebeller Ataxia, if you want to look it up. It attacks my cerebellum causing balance and coordination issues. And, as of right now, there is no cure and no treatment. It’s a terminal diagnosis.

I struggled for a long time trying to decide if I should tell you guys about this or not. Or if I should just slowly fade out of your collective recollections like a happy memory, but then I thought about how nobody in my real life really knows about this wonderful community, and how they wouldn’t know to tell you all once I was gone. And I couldn’t just drop off the face of the planet like that without some kind of explanation. And… well, I just really miss you guys, too

I have no idea how long I’m going to have. This disease is so rare and it affects everyone so differently, but I think doing some gifs and getting back into reblogging whump might help. So I’m going to try and finish up all the requests I have over at my gifs blog and get this blog active again.

I hope it was the right decision to tell you guys. In fact, I may share some of my journey on here if you’d rather unfollow me so you don’t have to read about it. This is heavy and I don’t expect anyone to stick around for it. But I also could have another 5-10 years, depending on how my disease progresses, and I’m going to make the most of it. It’s just going to be very hard fought. I’m disabled now and I need all the love and support I can get as I traverse this new normal. I can still work and I’m still mobile for now, but that’s changing fast. I start physical and speech therapy soon, and hopefully that will help with some of my symptoms.

I love you all so much and I’m happy to answer any of your questions over DM but, please forgive me if I don’t respond to many asks publicly.

Love you always,

Marie

[luna-loveboop]

Wait...

It's November. It's November first. Yesterday was October 31st, so October is over. ...it's over. Is it over?

Inktober, artober, whumptober, flufftober, linktober, every tag ending with -tober that's been circulating for the past month... is it over? I don't know why it's just hit me but...

This matters. So I will try to get the message across, even though I'm not the best at it sometimes

Fanartists, fan writers, artists, fic writers, people making comics, every single one of you that has created art for the past month...

Thank you

This is my first October on tumblr. When I started seeing the "tober" tags, seeing the posts from artists with wips, saying they were going to make something every day to a prompt, making masterposts to update with each day, I thought "cool"

But every day this month, I have gotten on here and smiled.

And I don't mean smiled. I mean I smiled at least 20 times every time I got on the app because I saw all the art and fics. I got to see artists/writers connect stories through different day prompts. I saw people having the most brilliant ideas and creativity, flowing from their hands into their posts. I saw artists responding to continuous asks, telling them how amazing they are. I saw artists getting behind, and keeping going.

I saw Free. Beautiful. Emotional. Amazing. Original. Creative. Art.

Every day

I haven't committed to anything of this before, so I can't directly relate to what you guys were thinking and feeling. But I'm willing to guess; I think you probably enjoyed it, because most won't do such a huge project unless they enjoy it. I think you probably saw it as a challenge you were willing to fulfill, and an opportunity to grow and develop your skills.

... but I'm also willing to bet you did it for us. For people like me, who love art, but don't do this specific type, who are in fandoms, who love tracking and watching you art and sending you compliments, who take joy in your work. For the other artists (and writers!) who admire each others styles and love to learn from each other.

If anyone ever tries to tell me that humans are inherently evil again, I will strap them to a chair, pull up these posts and say look. Look at what these people did. Look me in the eyes and tell me these sorts of actions don't come from the most loving hearts. Tell me these people don't want to make others happy, that they aren't inherently good. And I will tell you you're wrong.

I have so much going on, yet somehow it slipped into my life that I was constantly looking at your art for the joy of it without me even noticing.

And how is it possible. That we have such a beautiful community of people here that we will share. And communicate. And exchange compliments. And literally do things and send asks solely for the purpose of making someone smile.

I'm almost crying by now. God I can't express it well enough! But I am so. So. Grateful

You guys brought me a month of joy! You gave headcanons, and art, and stories!

Even yesterday, Halloween, I was blown away. Because I had expected... I didn't expect anything. And then I log on and see people sending happy halloween asks, exchanging doodles of candy, and headcanons and gifs.

And some are still catching up to the schedule or whatever, and that's ok! But at the beginning of this post, when I was simply realizing it was November, I asked myself "is it over?"

Is it over?

... I don't think so. I've seen artists say they're going to continue and expand on a piece they made and especially liked this month. Some people are still continuing, catching up to a voluntary deadline. All those masterposts with your whump/fluff/link/ink tober art? I know many as well as myself will be going through, looking over your posts with smiles, catching up on some things they missed this month... it will continue in the people and artists I didn't know existed before, but now follow. In the skills and growth in creativity! In the community we've grown, and art you've made, and the art to come, at a normal rate like every other month, even if it's not October anymore!

But my artists, writers... thank you so much. I don't know if you guys know how valuable and amazing you are. How incredible it is that you exist! People say it's amazing we exist under a sky of such stars, but how incredible is it that you made a stranger on the internet smile every day! Your life is so. So. Valuable. I can't even express how grateful I am that you exist, that you somehow are selfless enough to share the most beautiful parts of yourself simply to create, and to create joy. Thank you so so much.

(And this applies to all artists, in any fandoms, not just mine. And I'm just as grateful to people who couldn't do something every day, or only one day! You still share your art, you're just as... incredible. You are incredible.)

Okay.

So I'm gonna do this, and if others want to do it in the reblogs that's great! I do not care at all about reblogging or likes, but I want to make the people that have brought me such joy some appreciation- I hope I can bring you even a smidgen of the light you have brought into my life. So I'm gonna tag all the artists/writers I know of/can think of that have done any sort of October challenge, all of you creators that have made me smile. If people wanna want to tag others in the reblogs or replies to spread love that's cool.

(Basically I don't know social customs or anything at all, so if you don't want me to tag or if I was supposed to do something different or something let me know I have no idea what I'm supposed to do)(if I like accidentally tagged someone who isn't an artist/writer or forgot someone I follow... sorry)

@skyward-floored @kikker-oma @adrift-in-thyme @blueskittlesart @zeldaseyebrows @smilesrobotlover @bahbahhh @soso-dedeck @lennsart @arecaceae175 @illcamp @breannasfluff @solarfire-art @26kabeuchi @cathianemelian @truffeart @scribbly-z-raid @uniquevoidflowers

To all the artists and writers out there: thank you so much!!! You are amazing and I'm glad you exist. Your life is precious, and you matter. Thank you so much for sharing your beauty with us, we love you too!!!!!

... yeah. Just want yall to feel loved... because you are. Again, thank you. Thank you so so much to my beautiful creators who create joy as well as art, who keep storytelling alive. Just... thank you.

:)

[melpomenelamusa]

A Matter of Pride Pt. 2 - Chimeras

~Original story~

Previous

CW: Mention of pet whump, mention of past kidnapping.

Of all the bad days Fidi had ever had, she considered this one to be one of the worst. Suffering abuse and mistreatment from her so-called "owner" was something she had grown accustomed to for years, despite everything; but seeing someone else suffer was different. It made her feel even more helpless and vulnerable than when she was tied up in a box for two hours.

"Poor guy," she thought. She couldn't help but wonder where Madame Lavenza had gotten him from, if there was a family missing him or a life he couldn't return to. Fidi didn't have a life or a family to return to if she left this mansion, and this tiger boy looked to be around her own age, with a body that showed no signs of hunger or previous abuse. She felt very intrigued.

Madame Lavenza had left, so she had the entire mansion to herself for the afternoon. Usually the service staff ignored her, although there were a few people (counted on one hand) who agreed to a brief chat from time to time; but in reality she usually had nothing to do and preferred to stay in her room drawing. However, this time she decided to go out and look for her new companion. The poor boy must have been traumatized at the very least, and something in her made her feel like it was her duty to support him in this difficult situation.

When she was bought she was alone. She didn't want him to feel that way too.

Since she didn´t know which room the newcomer had been assigned to, she kept knocking on all the doors in the pet hallway, as the house staff called it. It was basically a long hallway in the west wing of the mansion, on the second floor, where the chimera children that Madame Lavenza brought to the mansion were confined. It was a lonely and silent hallway, which only had Fidi as an inhabitant. Or at least, that was how it had been for a long time.

Just three doors to the left of her own room, Fidi found the right door.

"Who?" a hoarse voice said on the other side.

"Um, hello," Fidi greeted, somewhat unsure of how to continue. "It's me, the... the other girl." She would never use the word "pet" to define herself. "We met a little earlier. I just want to talk... I wanted to know if you wanted to talk to someone..."

This felt strange. The previous chimera children she shared a roof with always tended to be much younger than her, newly transformed, which made them elusive and difficult to deal with. She was never able to get close to any of them, although deep down she was glad for that.

After a while the door to the room opened and she was faced with the sad face of the tiger boy.

"Come in, I guess," he said.

Fidi entered. The room had the same layout as hers, except that the nightstand was empty. The tiger boy shuffled back to the bed and sat on the edge of the mattress.

"I want to go home," he said, his voice pitiful.

"I'm sorry," Fidi replied. She really was, but there was nothing she could do. After an awkward moment of silence, she spoke up: "By the way, my name is Ofidia, but you can call me Fidi."

"I'm Tigri," the boy introduced himself, a little unsure. "How long have you been here?"

Fidi thought back, doing mental math.

"Almost ten years."

"Ten years?!"

Tigri's stupefied look almost made her smile.

"Yes... My parents sold me to Madame Lavenza shortly after I transformed. They thought I was some kind of curse or something, so they didn't hesitate to accept. At first I thought this would be an improvement for my life, but as you can see, it wasn't…”

"I'm so sorry," Tigri said. “I... My parents were very surprised when I transformed. And who wouldn't be, I mean, one night you go to sleep and the next day your hair changes color and you're kind of a furry... My parents never stopped loving me, they always accepted and supported me. My little sister even loved to show it off, she says it's like her older brother is a big living stuffed animal.”

A small smile appeared on the boy's lips, but it didn't reach his eyes, which became melancholic.

"Someone tried to hurt my little sister. I tried to save her. It was a trap." He took a deep breath. "Those guys... kidnapped me, and... and now I'm here. She... Zuri must have been so scared... she's only seven..." His voice broke. Tigri covered his face with both hands and began to cry.

Fidi felt his heart clench. In an attempt to comfort the boy, she timidly put her thin arms around him and gave him a hug. Unlike her, Tigri's body was robust and strong, and very warm. The snake girl easily understood why the boy's little sister compared him to a big stuffed animal.

After a while, once the trembling and sobbing had subsided, they separated.

"And now what?" Tigri asked, sniffling and wiping his face with his hands. “What will become of us now?”

“Well, it will depend on what Madame Lavenza wants,” said Fidi, sitting on the mattress next to him. “Sometimes she wants a pet, sometimes she wants an accessory to show off, it depends on the mood she wakes up in.” She was silent for a moment. A mischievous little smile made its way to her lips. “I know, you can say it here in private if you want, that woman is a bitch.”

“More than just a bitch,” Tigri agreed. “From her attitude, she seems to think she is the queen of bitches.”

They both laughed.

“Hey, can I show you a trick?” Fidi put her hands on the back of her neck and unhooked the metal collar around it. “You can take it off whenever you want, although I advise you to always wear it when you leave your room. Madame Lavenza gets angry if she doesn't see you with it.”

Tigri brought his hands to his neck, feeling the metal ring around his throat. He pulled it off and threw it on the bed.

“It’s strange, isn’t it?” Fidi continued. “We can take off the collar whenever we want, we’re not locked in a cage, chained or tied up… Well, not always. We have three luxurious meals, our own room, branded clothes; but we’re still prisoners. We can’t leave the mansion, we have zero contact with the outside world, and the people here don’t even really see us as people.”

“Aren’t there any more chimera children here?”

“There used to be more, but they were all sold. I’m the only one left.”

“It must have been really hard for you.”

“I did what I had to do to survive.” Fidi held her collar in her hands. How she wished she could crush it and destroy it. “But I hate it. I’m sick of always having to be her pretty little doll.”

“Did you ever try to escape?”

“I have nowhere else to go, and ending up on the street, for someone like us, is not a good alternative. Besides, if I left, it would be impossible for me to see that person again.”

Neli's smile suddenly took over Fidi's mind, along with the memory of her strawberry perfume and her soft hugs.

Tigri raised his eyebrows, in an expectant gesture of curiosity. Fidi decided to continue talking. When was the last time she had a real conversation with someone? There was only one person with whom, until then, she had been able to open up like that.

“Her name is Neli. She is another chimera child. Her so-called owner is a rich guy who sometimes attends the events that Madame Lavenza goes to. That's where I met her. I don't know the details well, but I think she was also kidnapped from her family. She's been my only... friend for all this time.”

Fidi lifted her legs onto the bed and hugged them to her chest. A wave of sadness invaded her.

“Hey, I'm sure there must be some way we can escape,” Tigri said. His voice had regained some strength and confidence. “We'll get out of this birdcage, you'll see, and then we'll go rescue your girlfriend.”

At that last word, the snake girl's cheeks turned pink, a color that stood out a lot on her normally pale skin.

“She's not my...!”

“I know that look!” Tigri replied, and a playful laugh came out of his throat. “Don't worry, your secret is safe with me. We'll escape, save your girl, and everyone will be happy forever. What do you say?”

Fidi thought about it for a moment. She thought about everything she had lived until now, about the times when, looking out a tinted window, she saw outlines of a life she couldn't have... no, that had been taken away from her.

“We'll get out of here,” she said. “We will.”

Next

Taglist: @scoundrelwithboba @morning-star-whump @lancedoncrimsonwings @3-2-whump @whumped-by-glitter @string-of-broken-hearts

A little comfort for these two. I'm already working on the chapters for the next mini arc; but I feel like I want to make this pair suffer more. I'm accepting ideas! Even if they're outside of what I have planned for the story, I can write a special chapter, whatever, I feel like I still want to do a lot with these characters.

Thanks for reading this far! Take a little star ⭐

[alicepao13]

Hudson and Rex S03E03 - Into the Wild

I really like this episode. Then again, I found most S3 episodes very interesting. Also, Charlie!whump.

Second episode with Kendra. Bring back Kendra!

Joe: "It's not every day that we find an ancient mummy". Ancient? Hardly.

I can't with them thinking that a 1700s body would be considered ancient.

Not awkward at all.

Is everyone using Rex as a conduit to tell things about each other?

Kendra: *looking at Charlie* "I miss [Rex's] visits". That's bullshit. She misses her fuck buddy. And Sarah can tell there's something going on, judging by her awkward attempts to change the subject.

"Rex has a mind of his own". I wonder how that goes over with the police complaints.

Every day, opting out of civilization becomes more and more attractive, actually. It's just that the alternative is usually worse.

Charlie explains his new brilliant idea of going to find the camp of survivalists. Sarah has already started worrying.

I know they shuffled the episodes again. There is no way anyone would put a scene of a new house without explaining whose it is and without having a scene inside. Ugh, they're so bad at continuity.

Yay for casual clothes.

See, this is actually good "Visit Newfoundland" promotion. Looking at whoever approved that S6 premiere.

I can almost make out Jesse's email. Also, this is an iPhone.

No! Our beautiful, beautiful car!

Rex is barking out of his mind. Do you mind paying him a bit of attention?

He left a note on the car and moved in deeper. Great.

"Do you know any good jokes?" No, Charlie. Resist the temptation.

"Alright, I got one". Sigh.

Okay, so I never noticed the actual scene where he used a battery to light the fire because that's always where the subtitles are but now I have no subtitles on.

"Charlie's in trouble again, isn't he?" "Ah, shit, here we go again."

And then she insists on going to the search, because what if Charlie needs medical attention? Also, it's Sarah who suggests Kendra. I'm not sure if she's feeling jealous of her at all at this point, probably not, but in any case she's doing what's best for Charlie.

If I'd fallen asleep like that, I don't think I'd be able to get up again.

He gave Rex the last of the water! Oh, and then he drank the remains from his hand. Look, I've never had pets, so I'll just say ew.

Charlie: "Rex, you're going the wrong way, pal". Rex: "No, you are".

See, he told you so.

Is this the dumbest way I've seen a main character get injured? Well, no. But it's pretty high on the list. Also, I think someone in the trailer department noticed that as well, so they edited the trailer to make us think that he falls after getting shot. I mean, you can definitely not show in the trailer that he slips and falls lol

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?!?!"

"Charlie, if you died, I swear to god..."

I'm sure Kendra has already figured out something's going on with Charlie and Sarah. First of all, she knew that Sarah would want to go with her to search for him. I'm assuming there were a lot more of those looks those two give each other. You know, all these things that we don't get to watch.

Rough wakeup call. Here's what you get for making Rex worry.

"It's your dog that saved you." "Yeah, it's an ongoing theme of my life."

This is the nth time someone takes Charlie's gun.

Some girl talk. Or Charlie-talk. Kendra definitely doesn't mind sharing the exact status of the friends-with-benefits situation they had going on after Charlie's divorce, which, judging by the way she says at the start that she hasn't seen him in a while, has already ended. And probably because Charlie has already caught feelings for Sarah.

See? The woods are dangerous.

Poor Sarah, she always has to worry with that man.

"Rex, take the high ground, partner." "No, I'm too cute to get shot."

The plan is to keep him talking until someone saves Charlie.

Flying doggo! And Charlie punching the guy because Sarah had arrived and, well, he has to show off.

"I hope we didn't worry you too much?" "Not at all. I knew it wasn't anything Rex couldn't handle". From their looks, I feel like this is one more case where she's using Rex to refer to Charlie, but I firmly believe that she should actually be talking about Rex.

Stop smiling and start apologizing for worrying the lady.

Some Jesse hero-worship to Charlie.

As I said, they get invited to all the coolest memorials.

And scored some new bling.

[clickerflight]

Fallen: Part 11 - Apple Slices

Author's notes: SUP I WRITE FOR I AM IN PAIN! This story is so fun. I'm so excited everytime I get to write in it. We're getting Ivan whump for the next few chapters for surrrre.

Masterlist - Part 10

Content: Henchman whumpee, scientist whumper, dehumanization, fighting, kick to the ribs, mentioned scars, creepy whumper, intimate whumper, brainwashed, weapon whump

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Dr. LeAnne, now free of two failed projects, could focus all of her attention on this one, and it was going very, very well. The only problem she was having with it was that she had to share. She could put up with Dr. Ortega who watched Alpha-2 with polite disinterest. He was here for the technology and processes, He didn’t care about breaking some random man into the perfect slave weapon. 

Dr. Anthony, however, watched Alpha-2 with hungry eyes and Dr. LeAnne had a suspicion that he wanted what she wanted. A perfectly loyal dog to do his bidding. She had to really keep herself in check around him, knowing this. She would win this fight, she knew it, but she needed to stay on top of the game at all times if she wanted Alpha-2 to be completely hers. 

Today was the fourth day of his training. She had missed the day before because of a lost asset, but she didn’t have time to linger on that problem, considering the fact that Dr. Anthony would take her weapon from her if she didn’t stay very involved. 

Alpha-2 was a little shaky on his feet still from how long he had been in information training, though he had taken it very well. He did what he was told, if a bit slowly and with a dazed expression, like he didn’t quite know where or who he was. Dr. LeAnne would fix that soon. He would know who he was exactly. He was hers. 

His right arm was inflamed and rashy from the dose of Alpha-1’s blood that had been given to him this morning. Hopefully he would show signs of the powers properly developing. For now, they would need to get his muscle mass up so he could fight hand to hand. 

“Alpha-2,” Dr. Anthony said into the intercom, making Dr. LeAnne grind her teeth together. Who was this guy to order her weapon around like that? She was the one who made the acquisition so she should be the one leading the project. 

Alpha-2 straightened up, facing the wall with the one way mirror, arms folded behind his back and back straight. If it weren’t for that dazed expression, Dr. LeAnne would have thought him the perfect soldier already. 

“You will not stop fighting until I say so, understand?”

Alpha-2 gave a singular nod. 

“Good.”

He pressed another button and doors opened up, revealing 4 men hired for the training. The scientists had a good idea of Alpha-2’s fight prowess as the henchman of a powerful villain, but they had been testing how much of that knowledge and power had survived the mental training. 

A good deal of it, it seemed. Dr. LeAnne couldn’t stop grinning as she watched Alpha-2 deal with the four men very well. Sure, he was too weak to actually win against them all, but he was skilled enough to keep them all at bay for long enough that it had Dr. LeAnne salivated just thinking about how well he would be fighting when he was well fed and rested again. When his feet no longer shook under him and when his body really began to accept the blood he’d been given.

And then she looked at Dr. Anthony and saw the exact same expression. She would need to kill him soon, maybe by Alpha-2’s own hands, but for now, she would have to satisfy herself with undermining him. 

She leaned forward to press her own intercom button and said, “You may stop fighting now, Alpha-2. Units, back down.”

The fight summarily stopped and Dr. Anthony’s face reddened as he realized she had completely proved that her voice could stop a fight that he commanded to continue. 

“Alpha-2, you will keep fighting and-”

“Oh, come now, Dr. Anthony. He’s unsteady on his feet and we’ve seen enough. We don’t want the project hurt before it can come to fruition, do we? I will take it from here.”

“No, I-”

But Dr. LeAnne had already left the office and entered the arena. 

Alpha-2, who had stopped and returned to his waiting position facing the mirror, slowly got to his knees, hands folded in his lap and head bowed when he saw her coming. 

“Good boy,” she crooned. “I brought you a treat.”

She loved that little tremble through his shoulders when she offered him kindness. He was still sweaty, bruised and cut up, but she ran her head over his freshly shaved head and reached into her pocket for the apple slices she’d brought along. 

She fed him by hand as the door opened and Dr. Anthony stormed in, on the verge of a full on fit. 

“You can’t do that! He is on a strict dietary plan and-”

“Oh, come now. You can’t treat him like a machine. He’s a sweet little animal. And he performed well so he gets a treat,” Dr. LeAnne cooed. “Aren’t you just, Alpha-2. If you’re lucky, we might even give you a name!”

Alpha-2 didn’t respond, but his trembling was all the confirmation she needed that he was ecstatic about the praise. 

Dr. Anthony’s voice took on a low and threatening tone as he said, “You are trying to take this project for yourself entirely. I will bring this to the board and they will have you removed. You failed once already, and-”

“Oh, hush. Alpha-1 wasn’t a good subject for the training. Not like Alpha-2 here. No. You are much better than him, aren’t you. You can take orders and still be so strong for us.”

Alpha-2 was trembling with so much excitement that Dr. LeAnne wondered if he was going to wet himself. She almost wanted him to, even if it would be a mess. 

Dr. Anthony clenched his fists and gritted his teeth. “I will have you kicked off this project, LeAnne.”

“You can certainly try. And if you do, good luck synthesizing the blood substance correctly. I didn’t write everything down.” She gave him a cheeky smile, still rubbing Alpha-2’s head. 

Dr. Anthony opened and closed his mouth several times before throwing his hands in the air, clearly too angry to argue before storming off. 

“Come, Alpha-2. Let us go to the cleaning room.”

Alpha-2 stood and followed her like a dazed duckling, and when they got there, she sat on a bench and patted her lap. 

“Come lay down. You’ll be needing your rest, but I do need to speak with you before you sleep.”

He sat on the bench and slowly lowered himself down, putting his head in her lap where she could stroke his head, massaging his forehead. His eyes went even more out of focus, trembling even more fiercely now. 

“You are doing really well, and you’ll do even better for me, won’t you? There’s a task I will need you to be ready for, you know. An asset that escaped. I need him back soon. Not right now, but soon. His blood is necessary for making you powerful, you know. So you will help me when the time comes, yes? You’ll do so good, won’t you?”

Alpha-2 nodded eagerly. “Yes, Ma’am. I will.”

“Oh, aren’t you just the sweetest. You don’t even know who the asset is anymore, do you.”

His confused expression delighted the scientist and she laughed, moving her hand to cover his eyes. “Oh, don’t you worry, dear. That’s perfect. You are doing so well. And if you are very good, I will let you kill Dr. Anthony yourself.”

He tensed up at that. “I can, Ma’am? I’d be-” he yelped as she shoved him off her lap and onto the floor, kicking him in the ribs. He moved quickly to kneel for her as she’d trained him to. 

“You do not talk unless given permission,” she said sharply. 

He nodded once and froze into a perfect statue again. 

She took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes. I will. But only if you are good. If you prove your training isn’t wasted on you.”

He nodded again, keeping his eyes on her shoes. 

“Good. Now. Did you want the rest of these apples?”

Usually, a question would be good enough to allow him to speak, but he simply nodded, not wanting to anger her again. 

“Come here, then.”

Soon, his head was laid in her lap as he knelt by her feet, slowly eating the apple slices with half closed eyes. While he did so, Dr. LeAnne looked over the freshly healing scars on his back. Most of them were markings to help identify details about him, and she traced over them. They had been made in a way so as not to stress him out, but she decided that she would make it hurt when she took him for herself and marked her name into his skin. He would always be her perfect project. 

“You must not speak a word of what I have told you to Dr. Anthony or Dr. Ortega, understand, Alpha-2?”

The project nodded faintly. 

“Even if they torture you.”

He nodded again, this time more firmly. 

Satisfied, Dr. LeAnne was quiet and content as she fed him the rest of the apple slices. 

Part 12

Fallen taglist: @looptheloup @kira-the-whump-enthusiast @snakebites-and-ink @starsick1979 @galaxyofwhump

[whumpsandwhimpers]

Whumpuary 6 - Community Prompt: Share your favorite whump creations (either someone else’s or yours!)

OOOH OKAY THIS IS FUN. So I wanna do both mine and someone else's!!

MINE:

on the precipice of Madness (POTO)

“Ah, you’re finally awake,” the Phantom purred. Raoul tried to answer—to question what he had done to him, but he could not make a sound. Erik’s footsteps came closer, next to him now. Raoul’s panic spiked as he suddenly heard Erik’s voice speaking directly into his ear. “Can you feel me? I’m right here, Monsieur.”

Aka, Raoul goes through sensory deprivation!!!

Woe Is We (Wednesday)

Panting, body dripping with blood, someone else's blood. Wednesday's blood. Tyler came slowly to Nevermore. All that remained was the charred remains of the once renowned school, blackened and smelling of ash and blood. Crackstone had succeeded. Laurel had won.

damsel in distress (One Piece)

Zoro is captured by some idiot pirates, who decide to give him a hard time.

On Your Knees (POTO)

Raoul is held captive by Erik, who takes this opportunity to degrade the young Vicomte as much as he possibly can.

my brother's keeper (POTO)

Philippe and Raoul are captured. Their captors try to force Philippe into a deal he does not want to make, and do everything they can to make him agree—by hurting his little brother right in front of him.

OTHERS:

The Vicomte and the Phantom in Foraster Arena

Raoul and Erik are captured, and forced to take part in a terrible game - each turn using a different method to harm their opponent. Last one to die wins!

This was written by one of my closest friends and favorite whump writers EVER, @dont-do-rice-babes!! SERIOUSLY GUYS PLEASE READ THIS I BEG YALL IT'S SO AMAZING IM AKJSDFHKJAHSDFJKADSF *chews the walls*

programed to dream

The spaceship Comet-rider is the fastest, most efficient vessel in the galaxy, and is crewed by Separatist-funded pirates. Anakin Skywalker is missing. Unfortunately, these two things are connected.

The concept of the fic AND execution is just SO DELICIOUS.

all the king's horses

It wasn’t the blade sinking into the flesh of his palm, nor the smell of wood smoke and incense permeating the air that woke Keith. Nor was it the weight of iron-wrought shackles hanging heavy from his wrists and ankles. No, it was the sinister giggle in his ear and frigid fingers carding through his head that roused Keith from a dead slumber. He didn’t remember going to sleep at all—in fact, he wasn’t so sure he’d been asleep so much as knocked out. His head ached with a throbbing pulse and he couldn’t quite bring the world into focus. The room was dark, shadows dancing along the dingy wall certainly not helping things. A groan escaped him despite himself. "Don't worry, it'll only hurt for a bit."

This fic TRAUMATIZED ME. Like, to this day this is the actual scariest fic I've ever read

Obedience

Something is seriously wrong with Tim—Jason just knows it. Ever since the Mad Hatter incident, Tim has been acting completely different, and the worst part is that no one believes Jason when he tells them so. But when the truth is eventually revealed, the whole family comes to realize that the situation is far worse than anyone could have ever predicted.

THIS IS SO GOOD but also hits,,, too close to home personally. BUT IT'S SO GOOD and STILL one of my faves even if it hurts to remember and read

she loves a pretty face

Erik scars Raoul. Raoul tries to move past it, but Christine won't talk to him, and Erik won't leave him alone.

Honestly EVERYTHING about this. SO GOOD???? ALKSDJF

lonely with you

After her traumatic experiences in Paris, Christine doesn't want anyone to touch her. Meanwhile, Raoul has lost the support of his family, who used to touch him all the time.

This one is so HEART-BREAKING KJASDHFKJA

You Monster

You have had nightmares for weeks, waking up covered in sweat. Tonight feels no different; but it is. There is something calling to you, deep within the woods.

A masterpiece honestly, plus body horror AND loss of autonomy?? YES

AAAAND THERE WE GO!!

@whumpuary

[rubiatinctorum]

Tell us a little about your first novel! We're intrigued!

Oh my goodness, thank you so much!

I hope you don't mind if I narrate this one, but I love story time, and it will keep me on track, and it's so Universal Design for Learning multiple means of representation :3

I'm going to try to say as much as I can without giving my name away to the whole internet (I did not opt for a pen name and this specific blog would get me so fired for being. so foul. at my irl job lmao) but the details will be true :D

I started writing novels in 2016. Before that, I wrote short stories and a novella which I turned into manga (which I later turned into my second book). When I started Novel 1 in May 2016, I was still working on the manga, but before that, in October 2015, I needed a short story written by November for a local writing competition I'd last entered in 2008.

In this story, the protagonist had a terrible breakup with her boyfriend a while ago, and she's trying to navigate going to school and seeing him and his friends, when he is injured badly in an accident. She helps him get medical attention, and starts a new romance with someone else.

(Aside: There's a nonzero amount of my old writing that's just like. deeply uncomfortable for me to read now. because of the car accidents. This is the progenitor of these car accident scenes that would proliferate in my pre-2020 works. It's funny in retrospect though. It's funny. #we have to meme or we'll cry — I hope you don't mind me referencing that tag!)

The story never won the competition, but the adjudicators were quite kind about it. That left the story to ferment in my mind and grow into something bigger. Something that turned the protagonist into a reincarnated superhero and the former ex-boyfriend character into someone suspected for a crime he didn't commit.

There's also another important short story. While the first story was a tenth grader's heartfelt attempt at navigating themes of forgiveness, rejection, and moving on, the second one was entirely written to be hypnotherapy malpractice whump. That story lends Novel 1 three supporting cast members and literally the final major antagonist.

These stories fermented together. I wanted to do something major with them. Maybe a manga? That was what I was used to writing. Over 1.5K pages of it between late 2013 to May 2016 on folded multipurpose white paper in pencil. Not exactly a professional way to do it, but it was something. There was no way I was going to be able to keep up with that project and write another manga with an entirely separate cast and world at the same time. So, I'd have the manga as my main project, and a novel as a side project to work on. A novel from these couple of stories.

On May 8th, 2016, I started writing my first novel on loose-leaf paper in a navy blue school binder. Within a few days, I cancelled the manga project. The novel was my main, and only, project for a while.

Novel 1 came out to 50K words the first time. It's a few things.

It's a fantasy story about a teenage failgirl superhero in a magical land who is recruited again after being fired to solve a missing person's case. She falls in love with the guy who eventually becomes the primary suspect, and then accused and imprisoned for the kidnapping he didn't commit.

It's an identity crisis as the protagonist and her friends discover that not only did they used to be different people on Earth, but they reincarnated from those people because they died young and all have a shared past. Leaving them to recontextualize both their relationships with each other and who they are and want to be.

It's a series of plots by a man created by magical energy as a gift from a doctor to his patient, as this magic man has been living an irritating life that wasn't originally his problem to deal with, while the guy whose life he lives gets to faff about with his new wife (also created out of energy by the doctor to fill a companionship role before they holied their matrimony or whatever; she can't take shifts at the tedious life factory because people on Earth can't see her like they can see him) in a magical land. He's tired of being locked out of paradise to bear all of the responsibility, which is an understandable feeling, but if his antics are getting someone else framed and imprisoned for crimes it's not fun anymore.

It's a lot. One might be able to see already the shadows of what emo 16 year old Rubia thought would be 'badass. put it in the book' without thinking of, I don't know ANY OF THE POTENTIAL UNINTENDED SYMBOLISM OF ANY OF THIS. Does that mean that some of this was wielded with all the grace of a fucking cudgel? Yes unfortunately :( Did none of this come to mind not only during the writing of the book, but also the later rewrites? Yes unfortunately :(

I sent it around to publishers and landed with a print-on-demand press that wasn't ideal, but let me keep the rights to my work. I'd release my next three novels with them, and that's where Novel 1's story ended for a while.

In 2019, I started working through KDP. When it comes to securing a press for my novels, my morals have the backbone of an eel, and the press I worked with previously charged what came to 90 CAD for me to order my fourth novel and then didn't ship it for over 40 days. There were also more problems, ranging from a bad reputation to limited cover design choices to fees to edit and re-release. So, working with a part of Amazon didn't seem all that bad. After I released my fifth novel through KDP, I pulled all of my previous novels, including Novel 1, out of the other press.

My writing skills had really improved since then. In hindsight, Novel 1 was behind the times in what I wanted to release. So, into editing it went, and I brought it up to something like 60K words by elaborating on scenes previously glossed over, improving descriptions, and improving diction. What I've learned in the many years since then is that I'm a terrible under-writer on my first drafts, and even if there are no typos left in the document, a book of mine mustn't go to print without extensive additions of thousands of words between the first draft and the final.

In early 2020 I think it was, the currently-available final version of Novel 1 released :D That's how it is now. It also got a hardcover in maybe 2022? Same taste, great new package.

I don't know if I'd... recommend this one? In general, sure. It's not a terrible book. It has sufficient prose quality if someone were really into the premise of it. But to someone whose opinion and pleasant reading experience I value, the thought of recommending Novel 1 is challenging. It does clumsily things I've done better in later books, it does accidentally things I try to avoid in my books, and the worldbuilding is a little too ambitious to be as rudimentary as it is. If I were to actually recommend one and just one of my works, it's the vampire one. Of course it is lol.

Still, it means so so so so so much to me that you asked! I can send you the link to my works (the first book is the last one alphabetically), even though I'm not adding it here for not doxing myself to the internet reasons ^-^

Thank you so much for your ask!!!!!!!

[fourwingedwriter]

The Quest Board

AN: Made some sillies in Luke Humphris's world on youtube. Hope you like them :)

Now on ao3 - Next - Master Post

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When society collapsed, the world as they knew it had to be reconstructed. Since then, small towns like this one have been built on the ruins of past civilization. The highways and railroads stand as a reminder of what was and would always lead to more people.

But here, you could find everything you need to live happily. From the community gardens which every person contributed to, to the artisans who learned from the generations before them how to craft. Most importantly, at the center of every town, sat a library.

It was a community center of sorts, with all the resources you could ever need. Containing books from long dead people, a communal set of tools, and most importantly, a board upon which people could post help requests.

Me and my friends would pick one out, our goal always the same: obtain cool items from the people we helped.

Though each of our definitions of cool were different, it always helped in decorating our home base. What's the home base? The most wonderful place in the world. It's a bit away from everybody else in a place no adult is aware of.

Among the trees, found only by following a gravel path, stands a building with plenty of space for our trio. It was in amazing condition, meaning they could stay there full time.

We were split into two rooms with a big one in the center. The boys shared one room and I had the other. Each of us decorated our spaces as much as possible, meaning my room was full of my favorite trinkets.

I love machines. Old machines that don't work anymore with wires I will never understand, machines I put back together and figure out how to use, and the parts missing from their whole.

The best part is, I figured out how to use the things called "solar panels" on my roof and can play games on the devices left behind by old civilizations. I've gotten to know one of the owners well, his name was Blake and sucked at puzzle games. Him and my friend Nova are comparable on this, both not understanding the answer even if it is directly in front of them.

At least Orim seems to understand the games, he tends to be better than me, and far more patient with Nova. Kind of like today, where he watched the other boy struggle for an hour before giving him the solution.

"I knew that the whole time, I was just testing you." Nova said loudly as we walked down the street.

Orim patted him on the shoulder, "If you say so."

Nova flushed deeply, "Yeah. I'll show you next time!" He walked confidently but clearly knew nobody believed his bluff.

I couldn't help but laugh a bit at them, "It was so obvious! Even Toad could've gotten that, and he doesn't even have thumbs." Toad, the cat who hung out around the house on most days, was often used as a comparison for when somebody was bad at something, only second to Blake.

"Don't listen to her, even I struggled with that one." Comforted Orim, who had completed the game in hours a few years ago.

I rolled my eyes, "Anyways, are you guys ready for today's quest?"

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Taglist: @tildeathiwillwrite @mellowwhumps @whumperofworlds @crimsons-whump-pile @mysticalshadow351 @aloafofbreadwithanxiety

[panstardalia]

After the Summer #5: Tea Party

Masterlist: here!

Content: BBU; institutionalized slavery; dehumanization (mentioned); pet whump; past beating up, whipping, starvation, self harm, sexual abuse/non-con and chemical torture (mentioned); multiple whumpees; self doubt. Whumpees are going to share some experiences.

Discomfort was not a foreigner concept for Noelle, as they had been trained to ignore such things. But it was before, when they were a pet under the threats of a mad man. Now, after weeks of being treated as a human being, it was getting harder and harder to let little things slide. It took them a while to figure out what was bugging them, but it finally clicked during a movie night with everyone.

Beside them on the couch, sharing a duvet with Noelle, Allen had his eyes on the screen. Oliver and Victor were on the ground, their blanket forgotten at their feet, and their faces were not visible. On the other end of the couch, Noelle could feel two pairs of eyes piercing them constantly. Miss Lily was good at pretending to watch the movie, but Des was much less subtle. They were worried, evaluating Noelle's reactions to every scene, leading them to believe they have watched this movie before, in a past life they didn't remember.

It was always like this, they realized. Everyone was so concerned, distraught even, walking on eggshells to avoid triggering another crisis, another waking nightmare.

The old Noelle, the one from the old pictures, had straight shoulders and a bright smile despite the scars on their wrist. Their eyes were light blue and their hair looked so soft. This present Noelle, however, had a shrunken posture and opaque gray eyes, thin hair and a bar code covering the faded horizontal marks. They were not the friend the others expected to rescue, the one they missed for a year, and none of them knew how to deal with that.

The more cautious those people acted, the more cloistered Noelle felt. With Master, they were conscious of every move they were supposed to make. Obviously, the punishments were dreadful and Noelle surely didn't want to go back to, not even remember those times, but it was inevitable to compare situations: now they would not be actually punished, but not knowing what they should do was as bad as a whipping session when people you love have so much sorrow in their eyes.

Noelle wanted to know how to ease their pain so bad...

"Please excuse me..." They stood up cautiously to avoid stepping on Victor and Oliver.

"You okay?" Oliver raised his head to look at them, and his voice also had that worried tone that caged Noelle's heart.

"Yes." They whispered. "You guys keep watching. I'll be right back."

Noelle ran on their tip toes and hid in their room. With their back pressed against the closed door, they took deep breaths just like Miss Lily have taught. Even without past memories, Noelle really loved those people, the Firefly family, and felt so, so greateful for everthing they were doing. Each one of them was so special and full of light. Noelle just wanted to be light as well, to be as colorful and luminous as them, but Master was always hiding in the shadows as a reminder of everything that could never be again.

"Knock-knock" Allen's voice said on the other side. "May I come in, please?"

Noelle would have hesitated had it been anyone else. Allen was different, though. They were not sure if it was because of the romantic feelings fluctuating between them, their story emerging everytime their hands touched, or if it was because he understood Noelle better than anyone. He knew what to do when they woke up screaming in the middle of the night and when they forgot how to be a human being. He was truly there and it would never be appreciated enough.

The door opened in a silent movement and the boy touched Noelle's shoulders. They wouldn't have imagined his touch would be so comfortable after the discovery of their past together. They used to be a couple, to share kisses, hold hands and... well, Noelle didn't really know how far they both have gone. But they knew Allen wasn't demanding anything from them.

"I would never expect anything of this sort from you" he had said on that occasion. "I just want you to feel like your own person again. Then maybe one day, when you feel in charge, you will want to be my joyfriend once more. Maybe not. Maybe you will find out a boyfriend doesn't fit in your new life, or that this is not me." His smile was sad, but also genuine. He meant every single word. "No matter how it goes... I love you so much, Noelle. I promise you... I will support you every day until you can walk on your own and forever on."

This is why his touch was so warm: because it was home. So Noelle leant their head on his shoulder and let him hug them. Slowly, their arms involved his body as well. They both stayed like that for a while, hugging by the closed door, and after a couple minutes, Allen wraped a lock of Noelle's hair around his finger and muttered softly:

"I know it has been difficult for you. Painful, even. I know I am about to ask for the moon, but I need you to stay with me on this one. Is that alright?"

Noelle wondered how was that boy able to have an elfin british accent if he was asian. They also wondered how he could make them feel so seen.

As Allen felt the small nod, he proceeded.

"I think you need to talk" He whispered. "About this past year. The others, they... they don't know such violence... none of us can even imagine the horrors you suffered. It is making you feel distant, but we cannot push our way in. You are the only one who can open this door."

Noelled raised their head to look at him. His face, always so calm and sweet, still so melancholic, wasn't enough to mask what he said.

"They don't know violence." Noelle repeated. "Do you, Allen?"

He supressed a flinch in between his love's arms. "I do... but it was a long time ago... it took me a long time to trust anyone again. But I trusted you. I let you in, and now I have a family" Allen hesitated, not sure where to look at. "You don't have to talk to me, or Lily, or anyone specifically... but I think talking about it would be good for you."

The idea of vocalizing all the beating, whipping and yelling was already heavy enough, but Noelle plunged even deeper. They thought about how they felt humiliated and helpless, how they were always scared and how devoted they felt towards that man. No one would hear about it and still see a human being afterwards.

"I can't" they sobbed weakly, even though no tears fell. "I have trouble even feeling like a person... if I tell anyone about this... you would understand why I am just a filthy rat."

Immediately, Allen's arms tightened around Noelle.

"Don't you dare repeating this ever again" He menaged to sound soft, yet harsh at the same time. "You are the most lively and brightful person I know. Even now, after this long excruciating night... you are still a sweet and cozy sunshine."

Noelle didn't answer for a while. Again, they didn't feel like a sunshine, a fireplace, not even a candle or a lit match. The old Noelle, maybe. They didn't want Allen to mourn this memory.

"I wish I could talk..." they said at last. "But I can't. I can't risk it, it is physically impossible."

"Maybe..." Allen took a step back, making that adorable idea face. "Maybe you could talk to someone who understands you."

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So there they were, sitting by a thoroughly set table with cakes, breads, little sandwiches, tea and juice. It looked like a scene from a cottagecore movie, maybe a Studio Ghibli movie even, with little flowers between dishes and a very detailed tea set. It was beautiful.

There were two other people there, both looking much more at ease than Noelle. The tall and skinny boy did look like he had the sun in his chest, his welcoming smile and gentle eyes allowing them to relax bit by bit. The girl, on the other hand, was clearly as shy as Noelle, using her colored hair to cover her face. The two of them had only one common feature: the collar scar on their necks matching their own.

"I'm Henry Abels, he/him pronouns" said the boy cheerfully. "And this is my friend Violet, she/her. Welcome to the Pet Lib Unnoficial Support Club. It is really nice to meet you. What is you name?"

"Noelle. Keyland" they frowned, fishing out the memory of Miss Lily explation about pronouns. "I use they/them, because I'm neither a man nor a woman."

"That's so cool" Violet raised her chin, looking genuinely interested. "I kinda get you. I'm a girl, but everyone from my past treated me as a boy. They even made me believe I was a boy by using that drug, The Drip. But I think gender identity is stronger than brainwash."

"It looks like Violet likes you already" with a chuckle, Henry took a sip of his tea. "You see, Noelle, this is supposed to be a safe space. People like us need this. We truly understand each other's fears and pain, in one way or another. Violet, Rudy and I usually talk shit about our old masters and handlers, but today we are here to shelter you. We're here for you."

"Not Rudy, tho" The girl said with a cupcake halfway her mouth. "Where is your boyfriend?"

"He is really sorry he couldn't come today" Henry smiled apologetically. "He has a medical exam today. You know, his handlers really overused The Drip, so he still has those side effects..."

"I hope he gets better soon..." she muttered before focusing on her cupcake.

Noelle took a minute to process a new information. That boy right in front of them had just talked about his boyfriend. Bigger than that, even, his boyfriend was also a former pet. Someone just like them, who felt so far from the real world, had a real romantic relationship! It was so hard to believe, they couldn't help but having questions.

"You have a boyfriend..." they whispered hesitantly. "How is that possible? Don't you feel... too shattered for that?"

Regret filled Noelle's chest immediately. How dare tham talk to anyone like that? But for their surprise, Henry just smiled tenderly and replied in a soft tone.

"I did. When Pet Lib rescued me, I was a total mess. It was almost as bad as being under my old master's custody. I was so afraid all the time, I cried non-stop and I was even starving myself. But then I met him at the official recovery facility and... gods, he was as fucked up as I was. I'm not sure how we did that, but we bonded over this. We supported each other and everything became a little less terrifying. However, it took us a long time to feel whole and secure enough to begin a real relationship."

"They are very cute together" Violet poured Noelle some tea. "Rudy is almost non verbal due to his distrust, but he is actually a very sweet guy once he opens up. He was a Guard Dog pet, so it is understandable he doesn't talk much."

"Do you talk about your life as pets just like this?" It was difficult for Noelle to believe such a thing.

"It takes time to feel comfortable enough about that" once again Henry gave them a tender smile. "Feel free to try, to fail and try again or not."

After a second pondering about it, Noelle pressed their lips and shrugged. "Could you two, maybe... talk about yours first?"

"Me first!" If Violet seemed shy minutes ago, she was a totally different person now. Henry had said she liked Noelle, but they could not understand why was that. "So. I was a Domestic, but my owner was a mad scientist. Actually he was a pharmaceutical. Well, he used me as a test subject, so my head is pretty messed up. I was rescued some months ago, but just like Rudy, I still feel the side effects."

Her story made Noelle's stomach hurt. It sounded so gruesome, terrifying at least. They put themself in her shoes and imagined being constantly abused with different substances in their body. An uncomfortable shiver was enough to convince them to stop thinking about it.

"How about..." they decided to ask instead. "How about your memories? Did they take long to return?"

"I barely have memories from my past" Violet shook her head. "The guys from Pet Lib couldn't find my family and I remember nothing but being misgendered, so..."

"I'm so sorry..." mumbled Noelle, heart shrunken. Months, she had said, and still no memories. What if they were the same?? What if their memories were lost forever?? ... Was Noelle faded to never remember Allen and their story?

"Don't be" the girl sounded upset, but far from devastated, like it was a minor issue, not her whole life lost. "It's sad, but... I'm okay. I've recently moved out the Pet Lib quarters and I'm taking little steps towards independence. I'm finally a free girl and I have people to share this with. If the past is important, it's going to reach me eventually. It did for Henry."

Noelle turned their head to look at the blond boy, curious. He must have read through their face, because he giggled sweetly and said "It is true. Pet Lib was having a hard time finding my family, but a coincidence put everything together."

"How so?" Noelle's interest was too picked to be timid. Was he about to give them the answer?

"Well..." he took another sip of his tea. "It turns out nobody noticed I am a foreigner. Obviously, neither did I. But someone at the facility decided to watch a movie from my homeland, which is Norway, by the way, and hearing my home language triggered some memories. After that, they were able to find my dad and he came to pick me up. Since there are no qualified facilities in Norway and I was already attached to Rudy, he decided to stay here, and here I have been living as Henry Abels, the human, for the last fifteen months."

At first, his report made Noelle wither. They were not a foreigner, so his recipe to success would not work for them. On the other hand, however... he found his blood family. Maybe it was time for them to insist with Miss Lily to meet their blood family, because they were sure there was someone out there. It had to be.

"What kind of pet were you?" they said under their breath, wanting to hear more about the joyful boy.

For the first time, Henry's smile quivered. When he answered, his voice sounded tired. "I was a Romantic. For five long years. It feels like an eternity..." he hesitated, but just like he was able to see through Noelle's fears, he continued. "I still feel disgusted when I think about how committed I was to Logan. I would smile at him and the pinnacle of my day was when he touched me. Oh, was it repulsive... I wish I could forget it entirely, but he is still waiting for me in my nightmares every once in a while."

Silence fell back on the table. Noelle felt so sorry for Henry they could cry. Even if they knew what it was like to be used as a sexual tool, it felt like they would never be able to truly understand how painful it was for Henry. His story was more relatable, but everything felt so wrong.

Violet and Henry were too human to go through such dread. None of them deserved their stories, those harmful memories. Noelle, on the other hand, still felt like a filthy rat. They were not the same.

"I can now remember who I was before" Henry lowered his eyes. "I used to be a stuborn stone head child. My own father confessed I was not the same and it hurt so much. I felt like I would never be able to be human again, much less the same. But then he said I didn't need to..." he smiled, and little tears were visible in his eyes. "He said that I was back in his arms and it was more than enough. That I could be anyone, I would still be his son."

He used his hand to dry his tears. Violet touched his arm, unable to relate to his feeling. Nevertheless, she was there for her friend. Not everything about former pets was relatable, but everyone have suffered more than anyone would ever deserve. Noelle understanded it now. Both Violet and Henry, who were tortured in so different ways, and even Rudy probably, had bonded over the feeling of having lost everything including themselves.

"How can you always say the right thing, Henry...?" Asked Noelle, also wiping tears. They smiled briefly before taking a deep breath and anouncing a decision: "I think I'm ready to share my story, now."

[grimmars]

Hello! Criminal Minds anon again. I saw your post and I'm so happy to see you like the show so far! Season 4 is a really good one, and the last few episodes are WILD, so good luck LOL!

I'm glad that you feel similarly about Reid, as well. He's easily my favorite in the whole show without a doubt, and I think MGG does a great job playing him. The relationship between him and his mom is just *chef's kiss* and gets me in the feels so fast (especially in the later seasons 😭). In regards to the guns thing, I hate to say it but he's kinda the show's whump character lmao. Everyone suffers, but the writers and MGG really love to hurt him specifically.

Big yes to Morgan!!! I love him so much and 100% agree. 'Profiler, Profiled' is one of the best episodes in the show and it sets him up so perfectly from that point on. Also him and Garcia are so funny on the phone I completely agree.

Hotch is really bland for a lot of the show I do have to agree, but towards the end of Season 4 and throughout Season 5 they focus on him a bit more and it helps to give him more character, I feel. He's still the same old Hotch, but you kinda understand him a bit better and feel for him a lot after these two seasons.

And yeahhh the show is not very kind to queer people, unfortunately. Even in the later seasons you can feel them trying to do better in a way, but it still just feels icky. There's one scene where Morgan is ribbing Reid about where he's been and that he hopes he was with a girl and not a guy and I just 💀. Also the entirety of 'Machismo' is god awful with the man in a dress thing. They sorta drift away from the trope near the end of the show, but it never leaves entirely, which sucks big time.

Elle was done so dirty by the writers and tbh the team!! She deserved better!! Her story is absolutely wild though so I had the same reaction on my first watch. And I 100% agree with you on Gideon. I remember when my friend who introduced me to the show told me he and Elle were going to be leaving so soon I was genuinely upset lol. Emily is wonderful, though, and Rossi grew on me overtime, so hopefully you warm up to him as well. And yes I love JJ so much. When Todd replaced her for a bit I was so upset. I kept saying the "I miss my wife, Tails" thing to my friends about JJ leaving, so now we all call her my wife lmao. And again Emily is so wonderful!! With her putting her life on the line for Reid, she's like that the whole show. She's ride or die for the team and I adore her so much. If you stick around for Season 12 and 13 (good luck if you do, because jesus christ those seasons are a bit tough) you'll see that aspect of her highlighted even more.

And good plan, honestly! Season 10 is where a lot of people feel the show should have ended, so that's a pretty good season to end on if you do. I will say if you do stop there, skip ahead to Season 11 Episode 11 'Entropy' and just watch that on it's own if you get the chance. It's easily the best episode in the show imo and it's so fun. And good news the baseball episode is early in Season 8!

Sorry for rambling I'm just really excited that you like the show, LOL!

Ayy! Hello again, I'm glad we share favourite things about criminal minds, infodumping to my brother doesn't always have the same effect lol.

I don't really hate Rossi now after watching for a bit, when he's first introduced he was giving homophobic vibes and recently he's more like the dad forced to follow his kids to pride

I'll definitely be checking out entropy after season 10, the baseball episode is so close yet so far away ;-;

[the-whumpening]

Fuck It Friday #2

Last night was my group’s DnD session, and boooyyyy have I got some juicy whump tidbits to share!

CW: gore (esp eyeballs), knives, torture, lycanthropy, could be read as cannibalism?

So in the canon of our game, the group used a teleportation scroll to get themselves and Ash out of the demi-plane he’d been held in. This landed us in Chult, which is a massive island continent much like Australia, where we reunited with some familiar NPCs on a scouting mission.

Various dangling plot threads are getting tied up, including Ash reconnecting with his father again and realizing that he’s . . . Just a guy. A guy who was wracked with guilt and shame and thrust into a situation he had no control of. Gregor is clearly trying to start a new life and make up for his past, and Ash is slowly opening up and letting him in a little.

To make a very long story short, Gregor tried to save Kane from being taken by the weretigers who’ve taken over the jungle; he failed, and got bitten in the process, which is apparently fatal to people already infected with lycanthropy. To make them even once more, Ash let Krumgus revive Gregor.

Cut to this session: the party has just fought a small group of weretigers that ambushed us. Some ran away, some were dead, and one was left to be interrogated. Evius held the weretiger down with an immovable rod to the neck while Ash prepares to torture him for information. It felt right to be the one inflicting pain for once. He lets his rage continue to simmer though the battle is well over.

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Evius: Who do you work for? Why are you here? [The tiger only growls in response, though Evius attempts to read his thoughts. He sees a weretiger—much larger than the others—on a throne of skulls. He nods to Ash, who slips the silver knife between the tiger’s ribs.] Evius: Who is he? Tiger: The Banded King. Evius: Where can we find him? [Evius presses deeper into his thoughts, seeing images of a ruined city deep in the jungle.] Evius: How do we get there? [Once again, the tiger doesn’t respond. Evius nods to Ash once again. Ash twists the knife, eliciting a squeal of pain from the tiger-man.] Ash: Answer him! Where is our friend? Kane—the half elf with the gray hair? [The tiger chuffs in laughter in between gasps of pain.] [Ash removes the knife, instead using its tip to trace the outline of the weretiger’s stripes.] Ash: You know, I could carve these off of you. It would be . . . so easy. [Ash is past rationality now; his best friend is missing and this mass of flesh is the only thing in the way.] Where is Kane? Tiger, taunting: He is alive! The Banded King has taken a special interest in him. [He looks to Gregor with a conspiratorial grin.] They wait for you. Gregor: Ash, cut out his eye. Ash: With pleasure. [Ash carefully swirls the silver knife into the tiger’s eye socket, plucking his eye from his skull. The creature snarls and howls, but maintains his bravado.] Why did you come here? Why did you tell the other one not to fight me? Tiger: [He seethes and mocks Ash.] The Banded King has no use for you in his army, half-breed! [Evius goes to grab his mane and yank his head back, but the tiger is too quick. His teeth just graze Evius’ wrist before he pulls away; the venom is already burning in his veins.] [Without hesitation, Ash pounds his fist into the tiger’s bleeding socket. Gregor allows his animal companions to finish the job. Ash snarls, struggling to keep any semblance of composure.] Ash, panicking: Evvy, I have to do something rash—it might save you, but it’s going to hurt. I need your permission! [Ash wonders if he’s also venomous like the other weretigers; if he is, Evius is dead either way, right? Might as well try.] [Panicking and in pain, Evius agrees.] [Ash sinks his teeth into Evius’ arm, ripping off the infected flesh and spitting it on the ground. Evius wails, shaking and sweating, as Ash transforms out of his rage. He holds Evius to the ground to keep him from thrashing, one hand on his chest and the other stroking his hair. Blood drips from his mouth and down his chin.] Ash: I’m so sorry, Evvy. I’m sorry, I’m sorry—I had to! [He repeats it over and over again.] [Gregor douses bandages in alcohol (we notice it’s the same brand of mushroom absinthe we created early in the campaign) and quickly wraps Evius’ wounds. The three wait with bated breath to see if Ash’s plan worked.] [A dark black band circles Evius’ hand, meeting the bandages on either side. It’s puffed and raised, like a bruise or a scar. One perfect stripe.] [But the burn of the venom fades, leaving only the sting of the alcohol and the ache of the bite. No more stripes appear, and Evius slips into much-needed unconsciousness.] [Mouse rejoins them after hearing the screams and, after making sure Evius is okay, asks for their help with another infected victim. It’s too late for this one.] [Ash looks pitifully up at Gregor with big, watery eyes.] Ash: . . . Gregor? Can you please . . .? Gregor: [He pats Ash’s shoulder.] Sure, bud. Keep him safe. [It’s strange. Just days ago, he would’ve killed Gregor on sight. But now there’s . . . an odd affection growing. He shakes off the thought and focuses on Evius, lifting him gently and taking him to rest in the shade.]

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One of our players is currently playing a child character, who saw the interaction from up in a tree. He asked Mouse to check up on the group as he was pretty sure Ash had tried to eat Evius. Mouse was pretty sure that wasn't the case, but damn if she didn't have to rule it out lol.

(Bear with me on this formatting, I'm not sure the best way to share this and I thought it would read well in a chat style format.)

[deliciouskeys]

For the Writer's Ask Game, 12, 13, 14, 23, amd 21 for The Selfish Gene, if you please. :)

(Writers’ ask meme) Thank you for asking! ☺️ Some long answers towards the end, hopefully at least semi-coherent!

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

I never disliked this per se, but I have grown much more interested in people being in / getting into long term marriage-like relationships, parenting together, domesticity in general.

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

Hardcore noncon sex used to be a real staple for me. I still like noncon nonsexual situations, but have grown to prefer the party with less freedom / being whumped to be the instigator of sex, or at least having a mutual carnal interest develop. Which is still definitely dubcon.

I’ve grown indifferent to age difference as I’ve grown older. Likely because I was into “old guys” in my teens/20s but have since lost that prism.

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

I’m pretty bad about clicking into everything (whether the tags sound like something I love or terrifies me or mildly weirds me out, just to see what it is). I’m more likely to fully read things written by friends in the realms of: high concept AUs, characters endowed with non-human characteristics, niche fetishes (agere, complicated bdsm), and major character death.

23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?

For The Boys fandom, I’d love to be able to pull off a Caligula fic. What HL threatens to do when talking to Starlight with the door closed? Let’s say something happens to trigger him, and he actually goes through with it. Now we have some kind of postapocalyptic hellscape where HL has installed himself as a despot. He’s not thrilled about no longer being seen as a purely heroic figure, but he’ll take being worshipped and cowered in front of as a vengeful, jealous demigod. Maybe he still claims to be a savior, if presumably not every country in the world has fallen into ruin. I haven’t worked out fully in my head how dark I’d be willing to go. Does he have some of our faves (Maeve, Annie, Billy) under lockdown in a demented harem of sorts? After just saying I was over the noncon trope, I think I’m getting right back into it here 😅. The most interesting part of this kind of fic, to me, would be any/all of these characters being manipulative and managing to bring out a very different side of HL behind closed doors. So even though ostensibly now he’s shown his true colors to everyone, it doesn’t mean he won’t revert to being way more cajoling and uncertain and needy because…. yeah, he still wants that genuine love, despite how many acts he’d have committed in this fic to make that virtually impossible. But I could see clever characters stringing him along a la 1001 Arabian Nights until they can think of how to actually overthrow him.

Is there a lot of plot and logistics? Yes. Am I necessarily interested in writing all of that out in detail? Probably not. But depending on how season 4 unfolds, I may become more inspired 🙂

21. If you wrote a “missing scene” in The Selfish Gene, what would it be?

This is a fic where many days are skipped between most chapters, but I think I cover everything I want to for HL’s pov. I initially wasn’t even going to provide any Billy pov in this fic, but HL was just too unreliable and unstable a third person closely aligned narrator not to do so periodically 😅. So a scene I’ve skipped but perhaps shouldn’t have is Billy going to visit his aunt during the period when HL is still under house arrest. My hc is that she doesn’t have Billy’s phone number because he refuses to provide it and used to change it a lot anyway, but she is up to date on what the tabloids have been reporting and had half a mind to figure out the exact address and visit him herself.

I want him to go visit her embarrassed and despondent. He hasn’t fully shared everything he knows about supes and HL in particular with her, so in that sense she’s less informed than MM. But with Aunt Judy, Billy can be a bit more open about just how freaked out he is about having a child, now that it’s dawning on him that he’s made a decision that’s going to change his life profoundly and irrevocably. Aunt Judy is savvy and pragmatic and comforts him without getting too maudlin about it. Tells him he’s going to do the best he can and that it will get him through. He contemplates taking Terror back with him to NYC but decides against it, because he doesn’t want to spring that on HL as a surprise in a confined space (aka he hasn’t fully opened up to HL despite living together for months). Aunt Judy probably finally insists on getting Billy’s phone number and promises not to contact him unless something dire happens, and promises not to tell his mother.

Why didn’t I write this scene? Honestly, one of my hurdles is writing intensely British dialogue 😂 (my self serving hc is that Billy dials down the diction differences when he’s talking to a septic like HL). But there’s at least allusion to it coming in the next chapter 🤞

[melpomenelamusa]

Top 10 of 2024 Tag

@tildeathiwillwrite tagged me in this, so let´s give it a try. Honestly, I never understood how the algorithm works and I've never been very popular on social media (I don't even use it), but I'm glad there are people here who like my content. Lots of hearts for you all! 💜💜💜💜💜💜 And now, let's see the most popular posts during 2024 (first year on Tumblr):

10. First meeting Pt. 2 - Chimeras. And we start the top with the second chapter of my original story! Many thanks to those who read it

9. Christmas Eve ft. Elafi and Fidi. I tend to be someone who is very insecure about my drawing skills, but seeing this nice reception has encouraged me to try to share a few more drawings of my fictional children. Time will tell if I have a chance to draw, but there may be some new things coming ;)

8. Little whump intro ❤️‍🩹. Hello everyone in the whump community! Thank you for taking the time to read my introduction!

7. Whumpers who hurt a Whumpee and genuinely believe they’re doing it for good. This is a prompt (I don't know if I should call it a prompt), but something I really like to see and analyze in fiction stories. I'm glad to see that I share the opinion of many!

6. First meeting Pt. 1 - Chimeras. It's no wonder the first chapter is the most popular, as it's where we all have to go when trying to discover a new story. Still, a big thank you to those who made it past the first chapter!

5. Wanting to write and work many wips. Hahaha, I guess many of us can relate 😅

4. Chimeras - Masterlist. This makes me feel really honored! I started this story as a little experiment to try out various whump prompts and ended up creating a world and characters that I've grown very, very fond of. I'm really happy that you guys have given my story a chance too!

3. End of year important people list (whump community edition!). So many amazing people mentioned here and those who were missed! One thing I've discovered is that the whump community is super friendly, caring and has a great sense of camaraderie, and I love that. Thank you all so much for making this a wonderful experience!

2. Melpomene's whump stories archive. This is also one of my favorite posts, as it is a way to thank the authors and a way to remember and have at hand so many great stories. I'm glad you liked it too!

Feel conflicted. It seems like we all have the same crises related to writing and organizing our writing projects 😅

If you want to try it, consider yourself tagged!!!

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🔪 this is a sideblog! if you see interactions from a blog called @halorocks1214 in your notifications, that's me :)

🩹 on that note, I go by Halo! I use she/her and he/him pronouns and am proudly aroace 💚💜

🔪 I'm one of those guys that has always been into whump as a kid—I REALLY enjoyed the kidnapping episodes in animated shows lol—but didn't have a name for that enjoyment until I got onto Tumblr and immediately felt at home with all y'all cool people 😎

🩹 as you may have seen by this blog's title and description, most of this blog's motif is sharing hurt/comfort content! I will be upfront and say that I project a loooot onto my faves, which is why I like to see them comforted so much (touch starvation is a bitch 😔) and in general prefer "soft whump" most of the time or explicit happy endings for the harder tropes i'm into

🔪 however, I still also enjoy whump because of its core foundation: being able to beat the shit out of your favorite character. sometimes, I will find something that does not have comfort in it that I want to share because it's simply too good not to! if all you're here for is that sweet sweet comfort, feel free to blacklist the tag #no comfort to avoid those sparse posts :)

🩹 outside of that, I tag art as #art and gifs as #gif as well as gifsets as #gifset when applicable; #whump trope for the posts that get more descriptive and #whump prompt for the posts that are more quotes/"fill in your characters here"-type interactions; #whump meme is self-explanatory and #whump community is for sharing love to all you lovely people out here browsing this corner of Tumblr; I occasionally tag #fave whumpee on characters that have stuck with me through the years (characters in the tag liable to change as time goes on); and of course, #~my stuff~ are the posts where I'm OP; #before whump was here is a cheeky tag I use for specific moments I remember feeling strong whumperflies for growing up but still had yet to learn about the term "whump" lmao

🔪 everything else is up in the air as tagging goes. I try my best to catch as many descriptors in a post as I can, but I'll admit some stuff could slip through. let me know if you think a post is missing something and I'll be sure to add proper tags 👍

🩹 my squicks are mainly things like pet whump, mind break, forced full-nudity, betrayal/broken trust between close characters (if it's because of a "twist villain" then that's fine), and heavy NSFW, so, for the most part, you won't see those on this blog, but my philosophy has always been that if it has comfort, I'm willing to give it a shot, so even if it's really rare, it could happen. remember to just let me know if I'm missing a tag!

🔪 my inbox is always open under the "💌 insert rambles here 💌" button if you ever wanna submit whumpy thoughts. I try to post everything I get, so feel free to hit me up! all answered asks regardless of what they contain will be tagged with #ramble tag

🩹 I will occasionally take requests in the form of "[A] replied to [B]" scenarios, sentence starters, or if you are feeling particularly nice, requests about my OCS! (questions and inquiries about them are always welcome regardless of request status) be sure to watch the "REQUEST:" blip in the description to see whenever they are open as I will switch "CLOSED" to "OPEN" to signify they are, and if they are open because of something like an ask game, I will convert the status into a link that will take you to the original game so you don't have to scroll through a bajillion things to get to it

🔪 as mentioned, this is 99% a SFW "soft" whump blog, but I still support my more NSFW and otherwise "dark" whumpers! I am a firm believer in that there is no "correct" way to enjoy whump. whatever your reason is that makes you enjoy it is valid and as long as you are properly tagging your content then keep on doing stuff that brings you joy :) we may not interact with each other all that often because of squicks or personal preferences, but just know that I will have your back and defend your right to write whatever you want ❤️‍🔥

🩹 I do believe those are all the topics I wanted to cover, so if you managed to make it this far, thanks for checking out my blog, and most importantly, the whump community in general! If you decide to stay, well, then hope you enjoy it to your fullest capabilities :D

[mysterist]

i have a theory. i'm mostly just posting this for myself so like, don't think too much about it. anyway, on with my point.

Fandom Sluts. every fandom's got one. there are, of course, the Main Whores of the bunch: Tony Stark and Harry Potter, and I would even go as far as putting Bruce Wayne into this category (you'd be surprised so much this guy gets around)

my main measuring tool for Fandom Sluttiness is ao3 stats. how many characters they're shipped with yada yada.

But what do these 3 characters have in common? they are orphans.

i'm sure someone else has noticed this but i just find it really interesting. we can go further by this Orphan Effect:

Jack Frost (seriously guys, for a 17 year old, he is OUT there man)

The Doctor (i am pulling at some strings here, adding this to the list with my very minimal knowledge of the whole doctor universe, but he is supposed to be the last of his kind or whatever so that by default makes him an orphan

The Winchesters. (they are everywhere. shipped with themselves (please, oh god) as well as anything else that breathes and moves. and I'm fairly confident that Dean is a character with some of the most x reader fics. way to go i guess)

i'm sure im missing orphans but this is all i got at the momment.

but you can see a pattern right? if orphan = high likely hood of being a slut.

perhaps orphaned characters share a similar 'fix me' trait. something broken, something that people want to write about. they wanna pair them with their favourite non-damage character to help them, or fucking bashed them over the head with whump or angst.

These guys are also involved in a lot of cross-over shipping, just yesterday i saw a betty suarez/bruce wayne fic on ao3. and it's practically a christening for a small fandom whenever there's a harry potter or mcu cross-over. bonus points if tony and harry are personally involved ;)

i've never heard anyone talk about this.. observation... fact (?) before, which may be because I'm becoming increasingly inactive on all social media forms as time passes but yeah! that's just my theory

a shiiiiiiiiip theoryyyyyy

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