#but your could definitely make these whumpy

[sir-fenris]

AAAAAAAAA 🥹 I've lived for the day that I would be getting commentaries too. I can die happy. Thank you <33

Sorry for taking so long to answer. I read it before going to sleep and I giggled so much my cheeks hurt, but I was too tired to answer cohesively. And today I was busy pretty much the whole time :'(

But I was able to write this down while preparing and eating my dinner :D

(My responses organization is kinda messy, don't mind it please XD)

It is real and it is happening, I'm glad Cyrus's yearning was clear and that it seemed a strong start :) I went back and forth with SO MANY begginings, I think I wrote and deleted more than 10 completely different starting paragraphs XD.

I might put the rp on the masterpost soon! I wanted to ask you if I could, first. And find a way to organize it in a way I feel is nice to read.

And well... about the gloves, who knows? :) is it because he can use his magic with any skin contact? What I can say is that all handlers do have gloves with technology, but usually, they're are fingerless gloves. Wilson's hands and arms are fully covered.

(I already changed your emoji <3)

Yes, protection barriers makes him nauseous when he goes in, because it's designed exatcly to keep his magic contained in the tent in case he uses it unauthorized, so it gives him a bad feeling. Once Wilson gives him authorization, the barriers are set down. When the authorization is revoked, they come back up. That's one of the many reasons why Wilson has to communicate when he's about to turn the nullification back of the collar.

A lot of safety measures 😃

Well... I wouldn't say he's allowed to actually refuse food. Wilson just sometimes is "merciful" and allows him to take his breakfast after his comedown is done, because usually Cyrus feels sick before getting to work. (If Cyrus... makes a mess, yk, Wilson will have to report and take care of the situation, and that's too troublesome)

And I'm not one for underestimating trope either, but I guess in LW whump it's interesting because adds to the familiar dehumanization and because the LW is actually very powerful and that gets proven.

"ohhh :( he makes me sad I'm definitely gonna read the comfort ask"

My comfort is also whumpy, because I don't wanna spoil Cyrus too much yet, he's still on the whump arc... but I hope you find the hurt/comfort good enough XD.

":( he knelt fast then. man..."

He dropped down on his knees :') Wilson doesn't let him kneel down slowly.

And Wilson whispered the "behave". Rhe others around don't need to hear the weapon being reminded to behave, just know that it will.

About the other gifted. I'll show the sketches of the gloves soon, but you'll see that it does need a metal manipulator, or else it has to be cut off and re-made on his hand every time. It's 100% closed. So that's why they use other gifted to do it.

(Usually metalokinetics are used around for stuff like that, menial tasks. They only go to battlefield if they are strong enough to destroy enemy's weapons and machines.)

"yeah I know </3 man this is a bunch of info I know cause I've already been exposed to bits of this story but for future newcomers this is probably necessary clarification"

That was the hardest part :') I wanted anyone who didn't knew any context to be able to understand the first chapter (though that's really really hard without a beta/proof reader) and the people who did have context to enjoy it anyway, even though it's pretty much a retelling of the drabble a lot of you already read. I was afraid of giving too little information and making it hard to understand, and of giving too much information and making it too dense.

60% of the chaotic editing was because of this. And 50% of the typos is because I kept changing sentences and missing to change a word or to (like making a sentence about one of his hands, then decide it should be both hands, but forget to put one of the words in plural)

Speaking of that, I need to do a typo checking on the chapter asap... already caught 2 yesterday.

"ugh he's so well trained"

His handler is proud to hear that.

I'LL GIVE YOU ALL THE GRASS EVER SWEET LOVELY BOY </3

Own, that's adorable. He'll have grass in recovery, lots of it, don't worry.

(The bar is very low when touching grass is almost an ultimate reward...)

aaaaaaaaa? wilson my beloved he's so cold

"Wilson" and "beloved" in the same sentence is........ something I was not expecting ever. Huh.

ooooooo :D I remember wondering why the art of him showed him with blue lines in his collar when he was a threat level red!!! fascinating :3

😊 when the nullification is on, it stays blue. When he's being shocked, it flashes yellow, and when his magic is free, it turns red. :D safety measures, too.

About the withering description, thank you! I really think it might be too abstract or dense to some people, especially those who don't have any context, but there's really not much I could do. From Cyrus's view, he's not seeing what the magic is actually doing, and this needed to be included on the first chapter.

But I'll try to slide in some description from Wilson's view of his powers in a canon chapter to make it clearer, perhaps make a separate post showing his vision vs what's actually happening, if I can.

And yeah! On the drabble I was really thinking about that song. But on canon, it became more like a curious fact, because I made it so it's from another language. It doesn't have a set lyrics, though the translation would be something akin to the hurt incantation. No one knows what Cyrus's murmuring means, not even him, it's gibberish to them all.

Yeaaah! I'm happy you saw that "Sweet Creature" follows the same line that "Magic Euphoria" drabble. It's pretty much that drabble, but from his perspective, plus a bit more at the beginning and end. This chapter is the truly canon, since when I did the drabble I didn't have the characters in mind, but Cyrus really does say "yes, sir" because his conditioning runs deep. He doesn't say "okay" ever.

(But Wilson is also an unreliable narrator, so you can consider the drabble him remembering Cyrus's words to be more disobedient than it actually was, since he spoke quietly)

(Poor baby, being shocked not even knowing why, loosing his warmth, being remembered as disrespectful even when he wasn't...)

Metallokinetic whumpee is not well :(

"oooo so he has gloves on when not working got it got it. leather! I assume it's to avoid skin to skin contact? or his hands are the most effective conduit and the higher-ups don't want him touching anything with his hands?"

I like the way you're going :)

(Both Cyrus and Wilson have gloves, but Cyrud's is restrictive)

About the den (his cabin) and mattress.... eh, don't get too happy. Remember, unreliable narrator. And this ask is very important.

(Oh, you reminded me that I wanted to put the images of his cabin and capsule on the chapter, thanks, I'll do that later)

"oooo is his collar nullifying it? or the gloves? capsule??? I think it's the collar"

All of the above. Plus the glasses too. Safety measures :)

the euphoria narration thing is. so fucking good man. but why'd he get shocked?? this isn't in the wilson pov chapter 😔

First, thank you <3

Second, it's not defined, it could have been a lot of different things. But my favorite option is that he started singing without realizing it.

"someone please give him a blanket istg. I know this is a different kind of cold but can he have a blanket :("

He can only earn blanket privileges when he's at the central base. In caimpaings there are no blanket privileges.

If he's very very good, tho, he might earn one night with a blanket.

!!! sneaky :0

🥰 He would look down ashamed at your words. He really didn't mean to be... he just wanted to relieve some of the painful uneasiness.

also love that. “his handler always sees everything.” !!! love love love that love the sheer amount of fear and expecting danger

YEAAA, that's the emotions I wanted to show. Especially since Cyrus is blinded so often. He rarely knows when Wilson is looking, to what he pays attention, what is his expression. It's kinda like the Panopticon Prison. You never know when you're being watched, so you stay on edge the whole time.

Wilson is a smart handler :)

HE'S NOT EVEN ALLOWED TO MOVE WITHOUT PERMISSION??? I mean I expected that but damn. also gloves again. is it a military thing or is this the skin contact thing

He's not allowed to move in the ways Wilson doesn't approve. What moves does Wilson approve? Only Wilson knows.

Cyrus discovers when he's shocked for doing the ones on the "no" list.

And the gloves, ah the gloves. Who knows?

Wilson knows, he's the one that changed their designs too.

pfft I love those moments of like. passive caring about everyday stuff in whump. they're funny but then they're not funny

Yeah, I really like doing that :D

Cyrus doesn't want to go through an hour of Wilson getting his anger out in his hair, leaving him with a sore scalp and holding back tears. His hair is full of broken strands because of it already.

HEY DON'T CALL HIM SNEAKY I DID IT FONDLY >:(

I let out a really genuine laugh 🤣

ough.. he's so scared poor baby

Of Wilson? Always.

D: man I don't even know what to say this is just rlly fuckin good. guilt my beloved

Oh well, thank you <3

huh??? how come he didn't get physically close to any of it

His comedown has really fun hallucinations :)

Auditory, visual, gustatory, tactile, proprioceptive and interoceptive ones. Not all together or at the same comedown, it varies.

WOW!!! love the logic and treating cyrus like so much of an object wilson can just talk out loud while he's there.

:)

man. I love cyrus. I love wilson. I have so many feelings about them both... I rlly love handler whumpers those are so neat I love cold whumpers that are professional. wilson has such a presence in this chapter. cyrus is so cute I wanna wrap him in blankets...

I loved how this was like. stractured with the euphoria and comedown and everything. I also love how despite everything cyrus is still so caring towards others it's so. ough </3

Really, thank you for this <333 I'm really pleasently surprise to see people saying stuff like "doing the fenris thing" for the commentaries. It really makes me happy, like... YEAH? Please do! With me and with others. It's so cool to read these. Even tired, even busy, I just wanted to keep coming here to read yours and others comments.

So thank you <3 really enjoyed reading this, and I really like the way you think :)

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Sweet Creature

Content: magical living weapon, dehumanization, "it" briefly used as pronoun, dangerous whumpee, magical euphoria, shock collar, sensory (visual) deprivation, manhandling, military whump, implied institutionalized whump, magical slavery, heavily implied mass murder, hallucinations.

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(Curse of Withering masterpost)

Cyrus wishes to at least have a look around while outside. It would only be a military camp, soldiers walking around, tents set up, maybe some horses on one side. Not a very pleasant nor interesting view.

But at least he would be seeing the sky, and the grass, and people.

He's not. He's seeing pure black from behind his nullification glasses, being guided by an unrelenting hand on his neck, just above his heavy collar. Not even allowed to feel skin, only the tough material of a glove.

Around Cyrus, talk dies down, and muttering comes to life, as he's used to. It never stops making him feel ashamed.

Also not allowed to curl up or hide in any way, he's just dragged forward to keep walking.

A strong sensation of nausea hits him when they enter his designed post tent of this campaign. It feels like the protection barriers put around the tents are getting stronger each campaign.

Being on an empty stomach doesn't help, either. Regret fills him from refusing breakfast, but he's sure his stomach wouldn't have kept it down anyway.

"... This is it? The rumors made it look spine-chilling, not... this." A voice from his right side says, a bit far back. Further into the tent, then. Cyrus doesn't recognize the voice, but the words are familiar.

The gloved hand on his neck squeezes, and he stops after a second of trying to figure out if it was out of frustration or a command to stand still.

No scolding comes, so it must have been a command. Or both.

"Wait until you see it destroying a whole military camp while laughing like a maniac," Mr. Wilson says. That voice he does recognizes in the very core of his being. And by the coldness of it, his handler is audibly used to that question as well.

Cyrus doesn't have time to feel ashamed of the words before a pressure on his neck commands him to kneel down. Even with the knee pads, a mercy not chosen by his handler, the impact hurts a bit.

"Behave." Is what reaches his ear before the leather gloves are unfastened from his wrists.

Magic wraps around the metal gloves that were beneath the leather ones and bend it open. Cyrus didn't even hear the metallokinetic's handler telling them to do that. Maybe this gifted doesn't have a handler, he knows there's some free Gifted that serve the military willingly.

Unlike Cyrus.

He obediently waits with unmoving hands until his handler applies pressure on his head in another silent command. No one speaks as the nullification glasses are unlocked from his bowed head, nor when his half-necrotic fingertips find the floor beneath him.

It's not grass, it's rocks. He suppresses a disappointed sigh.

Cyrus knows better than to look around or shift from his position, but he's still able to see a bit of the tent's inside. The metallokinetic does in fact have a handler, and a black eye. He can't see anyone else, they're all behind him for safety.

That black eye must hurt, there's probably more bruises under the clothing, it never stops at just one.

Cyrus shouldn't care that the gifted was hurt. But he did. They deserve someone to care.

Mr. Wilson blocks his vision of the gifted by crouching down. The direct, practical delineation of where the enemy camp is sinks into his mind easily as his handler speaks. It's easy to map in his head exactly where he needs to focus on.

"You have permission to use your power, Wither." An uncomfortable eagerness blooms in him at the words.

"Yes, sir," Cyrus whispers and his collar beeps, its blue lights turning red as magic comes to life under his skin once again.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎.

Pain doesn't even register in the sea of feelings building up in his body. The rocks puncturing the palms of his hands aren't nearly enough to ground him, not after years of the magic slowly numbing his nerves.

The tent disappears and all he can see is colors erupting from the blackness, like thousands of little roots travelling through the grass. Ignoring the surrounding life had become easier over the years, and the withering knew to travel until it's closer to the delineated area than to him before branching to reach all soldiers of the other side.

It took less than a minute for him to spiral into euphoria this time.

Faintly, he knew his lips were moving, in that same eerie murmur of always, singing words he couldn't understand, but also couldn't forget. An incantation that breaks the laws of nature. A chant that was never created... only repeated. The echo of something that always existed.

And so he repeats. From the words, waves of withering magic follows the colorful branches and pushes it forward.

His hands crack and dug further into the ground, and he repeats the chant again. Again, again, again...

𝙰𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

Cyrus could see, or in a way feel, the life bursting out of the enemy's camp. It was hard to separate what was greenery and what was people, but it didn't matter in the end.

Wither magic fills the entire enemy camp with thousands of black ramifications that only he sees the colors of. Growing, rotting, decaying.

Every cell in his body beams with giddy energy.

A warm mist swirls on his arms pleasantly. Something similar started filling his eyes, and Cyrus's head was pure delight. His chest shudders with a bubbly feeling as a smile grows on his face.

And then everything goes black. The cold, painful reality crashes down on him, harshly taking all the cheerfulness away and leaving behind an itch, a hysteric uneasiness. A faint beeping of his collar tells him he's done today, it had turned blue again.

Cyrus didn't even know he had made a noise until the collar beeps again with a warning electrical shock. With a flinch, he goes dead quiet. An argument was happening over his head.

Cyrus wants to keep using his magic, why can't he? It's so warm and happy-

"It was fucking smiling, it is fine to keep on! What is the point of having a weapon that can't be used?!" A man behind him almost yells. Not the same one from before, a slightly more familiar one. It might be the general, but without seeing it's hard to be sure.

Yes, Cyrus was fine to keep going, he was! It's been less than a minute with the nullification glasses back on, but he misses the colorful cheerfulness already, his body is taut with the need to move, to do something, anything.

But Mr. Wilson is right there, so he stays obediently still.

"I'm not telling it to launch an attack again! The magic would consume it's head and-" Mr. Wilson pauses, and Cyrus recognizes his temper rising. It's an effort not to flinch. "Ugh, you have no idea how bad it gets. Wither. Up, we're leaving."

"Mmn?" The order takes a second to click. "Oh... yes, sir..." To speak was hard, his tongue didn't move the okay he wanted it to. Cyrus could hear the ecstatic smile on his own voice, and he almost winces at it, but without knowing why. To smile was good, wasn't it?

Should he even be speaking, actually? Wilson doesn't usually like him speaking. Did he say "Sir" as he was supposed to? He doesn't think so... but no shock comes. Perhaps he did. It's hard to remember.

The floor seemed to spin beneath Cyrus when he stood up.

A gloved grip squeezes his arm and Cyrus knows to stay completely still, despite the dizziness. Magic envelops his hands as the metal gloves are bent to fit them again. He still couldn't hear the metallokinetic's handler telling them to do it, maybe it had been a silent command.

He feels the leather gloves being fastened on his wrists, too, before Mr. Wilson grabs him by the upper nape and guides him out. The sound of many boots around them tells him the escort team is here already.

On the way back, there's no longer any murmuring. Even blinded, he knows everyone is just staring. There's only the sound of heavy steps and the wind slowly bringing the smell of death into the camp.

The heavy metal door shuts with the escort team outside, and the only steps that echo inside the container are his and Mr. Wilson.

Blindly, he's pushed to sit inside his resting capsule. Oh, that's right, he's at a campaign, his den isn't here... the sad longing only lasts a second.

The thin mattress is cold, and the restraints are too tight. Cyrus hates the cold, but it feels so weird, he can't help but giggle. It sounds off, but he can't pinpoint why.

"Quiet," Mr. Wilson scolds sternly, fastening his legs securely inside the capsule. Cyrus flinches and tenses from the upcoming shock that doesn't arrive.

What a silly thing, to flinch from something that didn't even happen. He suppresses another fit of giggles.

The pressure building up behind his eyes and neck is getting harder to ignore. His fingers twitch with the need to use his magic again, but the nullification doesn't let him.

The pressure gets worse.

𝚂𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚜, 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎.

Now the shock comes, and Cyrus's flinch is not so funny this time. It wasn't just a warning shock, but he doesn't know why he has been punished. Mr. Wilson doesn't clarify it, either. He's scared of not knowing.

The twitches are getting worse. He wants to move. The cold is starting to creep in again, and he wants the warmth back.

His hands move slowly under the temporarily loose restrictions, trying to relieve some of the painful nervous energy without grabbing Mr. Wilson's attention.

It doesn't work. His handler always sees everything.

"Did I say you could move, Wither?" Cyrus freezes from the gelid tone. His shoulders go up chastened just before a gloved hand fists his hair harshly. That'll form a knot later... he wants to wash up and detangle his hair already, before it gets too bad.

From how harsh Mr. Wilson's grip is, he doesn't think he'll be allowed that so soon.

"Stop trying to be sneaky, that's the only warning you'll be given." Cold and firm as always. Frightening as always.

"Yes, sir," Cyrus answers quietly. It's weird how he still feels afraid and sad even when he's feeling giggly and euphoric.

Euphoric. Didn't that word mean something important? The headache is getting worse.

Mr. Wilson's grip only grows even more painful. There's more to be said, but Cyrus's head is not working well. He doesn't want to talk, he wants to move.

What weapons want doesn't matter.

He tries again. "I'm... I won't be sneaky again. I'm sorry, Mr. Wilson," he tries. The hand leaves his hair without any further words.

The need to move only gets worse in the silent. He knows Mr. Wilson knows. Cyrus's body is so tense it hurts.

He needs to use his magic, he needs to. It hurts, it's bad, he wants the giddy energy back, and not this nervous, restless cold creeping in. Everything is still pitch black, and the restraints are too heavy, and he wants his magic free again-

So you can kill more people with it?

No. What? No, no, no-

Your handler stopped you before the euphoria truly took place. Where is your gratitude, you vile thing? Why must others die just so you can smile?

That's not what he wants, he just... he just wants the colors back, the happy feeling of-

Of killing.

The memories of colored forms change. Those were people.

People you killed.

"Are you crashing already?" Comes the distant, cold voice. It takes long seconds for Cyrus to recognize it's Mr. Wilson's.

Crashing. Yes. Yes, he's crashing, and he's still on war camp, so he doesn't even get his white den-

Images strafe his mind. People died. People were killed. By him. And he was just smiling. He giggled to people losing their lives. Not only soldiers, there were medics, and servants, and-

A cold, sharp thing runs his arm and he flinched away, swallowing hard. He tastes blood. He knows it's not his.

Vile thing. You're a plague on earth that should be eradicated.

Cyrus's back presses against the capsule mattress, and he can barely separate what is real touch and what isn't. Sharp goosebumps run up his arm, his hands are being held, there's a pressure on his chest and a numbness on his left leg.

"It's euphoric state was pretty fast this time, it was a good timing to retrieve it," Mr. Wilson's out loud thinking reaches his ear along with a faint noise of screams that mustn't be true.

They're true, you're just hearing them too late.

"Today will be easy, then."

Cyrus couldn't disagree more with his handler.

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Want to see Mr. Wilson's pov? This is the drabble this series began as. You can consider it a loose version of this chapter, but in Mr. Wilson's view.

Taglist: @whump-till-ya-jump @floral-comet-whump @paingoes @bonbonbobomb @inhurtandincomfort @half-duck @scoundrelwithboba

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[whump-princess]

Hunted and cursed imagines/prompts

Biting into an apple and there’s worms in it.

Things go missing that you literally just saw two seconds ago.

You think you see a figure of a person in the distance.

A vampire sneaks up behind you and bites you. You pass out and wake up in your bed, it’s the same day again.

You find ashes in your pockets.

A tooth in your shoe, a pointed one like that of an animal.

All the coins you have are heads on both sides.

A mysterious rash appears on your body.

You look in the mirror and can’t recognize your self.

Your spoons and forks keep ending up bent. Really bent, all the way back.

Your suddenly afraid of things you were never afraid of before.

Your nails keep breaking and chipping.

You’ve got multiple new gray hairs popping up all over your head.

You suddenly can’t remember your name.

Someone smiles at you as they walk by but you could have sworn they had fangs.

Everyday there os a book on your porch, the doorbell camera doesn’t show anyone leaving it though. The titles all together reveal a secret message.

You keep getting letters written in code. P.S. it’s a vampire who’s is madly in love with you and is getting upset that you aren’t returning their letters.

Cats everywhere. All the cats in town seem to all hang out around your house. All the black cats that is.

You wake up and your hair is a completely different color, you didn’t dye it.

A witch turns you into a frog, someone kisses you to turn you back into a human but now your in a different human body. Where you just reborn?

Dead birds keep showing up on your lawn and you thought it was the stray cats in the area doing it. You haven’t seen the stray cats in months now that you think about it.

You have nightmares every time you sleep next to your new partner. Horrible nightmares about them.

Your partners apartment is extremely hunted, every time you go over something scary happens but your partners never seems to notice.

A motorcycle drives by every night at 3pm, you hear it, it’s loud, but you never see it.

Your on the train and the lights flicker and the only other passenger is suddenly in another seat… closer and closer to you. You move to another car, they are already in that one too.

Nosebleeds. You get them all the time now.

Your tattoo, the words are backwards.

Cats show up in your house, how do they keep getting in.

Your mail box is filled with valentines. It’s not Valentine’s Day, who are these from?

You get these emails, one everyday, it only contains one letter. combined they spell something.

Your suddenly allergic to your favorite foods. All of them.

You get sick and there’s butterflies in your stomach. Literally.

Something had been hurting in your chest, your ribs to be exact. After much complaining to the doctor your able to get some tests done, the X-ray shows a key in between your ribs.

Your an artist, no matter what medium you try you can only ever seem to paint, sculpt, draw, etc… the same person. A stranger you’ve never even met.

Your craving sugar, but it’s so bad trying to eat anything else tastes disgusting. Eventually you eat sugar straight from the bag.

All the produce in all the grocery stores in your town have rotted over night.

Your house is infested with butterflies.

You collect dead bugs, pin them into pretty picture frames, they decorate your wall. They’ve come back to life and are crawling around in their frames on the wall.

Someone keeps leaving voicemails about how great and cool you are and how nice you look… who is this and how do they know how I look?

Crows keep leaving you little shiny stuff. They bring you a ring, there’s dried blood on it.

Your plant is growing some suspicious looking fruits, you can’t find any information on them online. Taste test.

[girlsdogmotif]

HIII!!! YOUR ONE SHOTS ARE SO COOOOL!! LOVE THEM <3333 are you planning on writing series or books? IM SURE THEY COULD BE STUNNING!! Also I saw your recs and THEY ARE SOMETHING 100% MY TASTE, if you cam give me some recs? Preferably if the main characters are males? I don't mind either way tho!! Thank you very much. <3

AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!! I really need to finish the few one shots I've started and post them because people are actually reading them ! which is crazy ! but makes me very very happy :)

I would definitely be interested in writing some series, once I think of some characters or a rough plot I might try it out, but in the meantime I would also love to continue any one shots I post if people are interested 👀

For my recommendations (which is why this took me a while to get back to apologies):

(also you might have already seen the first few bc I can't stop telling people to read them!!)

@whumblr The "Home is Where the Hurt" series is one of the BEST stories on this app and has the best whump, if you haven't read it yet GO READ, and also "Crossed Out", the main whumpees and whumpers are male in both those series; but I also can't go through a whump rec post without recommending their other series Bookish!

@chaotic-orphan another blog I can't recommend enough, i'm literally part of the #notifcationsquad I'm obsessed with Intoxicating Fear, Vendetta, Defiant Leader x confident villain, Partners in Crime, and everything else as well, Heroic Betrayal is also my ALL TIME fav and features my one of my fav female whumpee Morgan <3 all the stories are somehow both funny and heart wrenching at the same time and I feel like I'm watching a movie every time I read them

@there-will-always-be-blood I talk about The Crow and The Dove so much but I will forever kai and kyriel are so fascinating and the world building is so good in the story and the WHUMP. UGH truly unparalleled. you know it's good characters, world, plot, and writing when I-ME wants a character to have a break and not get tortured more (well okay I also still want him to get tortured more) only thing I will mention is the story does contain nsfw stuff and pretty dark whump but everything is tagged so avoid if it's not your thing but if you're okay with it (and over 18) then I highly recommend!!!!

@defire also has a TON of writing to read, stories, prompts and general whump musings that include some whump tropes that you don't see that often. Back to The Dregs is FANTASTIC angsty and whumpy and it also maybe kinda reminds me of one of the first whump stories I ever read when I was like 11 that was a newsies modern au fan fiction so I think I'm also partial to it

@holidayinhell literally every single piece of writing is so well written and give me whumperflies (do people still say that? I rarely see it anymore, am I old now im 20 I can't be) anyway Role Reversal is so good but THE CLIFFHANGER (nsfw)

@save-the-villainous-cat has such great stuff, really anything you're in the mood for there's a piece for it particularly I love the hero villain stuff

@jumpywhumpywriterlove's Vampire Captures Vampire Hunter to Use as Bloodbag series I def recommend if you like vampires, even if you don't I'd give it a shot, also Drugged Hero Whumpee used as Party Favor at Villain's Party is great. I have to admit I haven't read her whole blog but the few series I've read are amazing and she has SO MUCH WRITING (im not gonna make a Hamilton reference I've already made a newsies reference I've embarrassed my self enough)

and then here's a few other whump blogs that I enjoy and would recommend checking out!!

@whump-queen

@whump-in-the-closet

@shywhumpauthor

@kira-the-whump-enthusiast

okay for now I'll cut myself off but obviously there are so many more amazing whump blogs and stories out there!!! I hope this list can help you find something you like, thank you again for your kind words!

[whumpster-dumpster]

(this ask ended up getting much more rambly than expected haha)

hello, i love your blog and whump in general and i would like to try and get involved in the community.

thing is, i feel really weird/embarrassed for liking whump (even before i knew the term). like ashamed i guess? (im not sure how to put it into words exactly). so i dont want to tell any of my irl freinds that im into it/put it on my main since some of my irl freinds follow my main.

and i do draw and i used to write but i dont really know how to draw/write whump yk? (though i have written whumpy things before, when i was like 10, they were really shit though by virtue of me being a 10 year old) and i feel too shy to put any of my work out into the internet for all to see, espcially my writing because i havent actually written prose fiction in. years. i have played dnd (and my campaigns do tend to get pretty whumpy) but i dont think the experiance of roleplaying it really translates well to the internet?

so i was wondering if you have any tips for 1 getting involved in the whump community and 2 managing feeling embarrased about liking whump

Here's an equally rambly answer! First off, welcome to the community! You're definitely not alone in liking it or in feeling embarrassed about liking it. A lot of us, myself included, have our moments where we feel weird for our interest.

I can't tell you how to get over that because I still feel embarrassed sometimes but pinpointing your reasons for liking it can make it easier to explain if someone inquires. Is it the aesthetic? The drama, the adrenaline? The character development? Is it a coping mechanism? A kink? We've got community members whose reasoning is all across the spectrum. Understanding your reason can be reassuring and help it make sense.

As for the shyness, a lot of us make side blogs for whump content, so it can be a little more isolated/private if we feel awkward about IRL/main blog followers seeing. If your art style is easily recognizable as yours, that might not be the best solution but also remember you don't have to post what you draw (or write.) You can create whump content just for you (and if you decide you do eventually want to post some, that will have served as good practice.)

There are whump prompt lists coming out all the time that can be used for art or writing if you don't know what you want to make. You should look up the whump wheel, it's a fun one!

Re: getting more involved in the community: believe it or not, there are whump roleplayers floating around in the tags pretty often! They'd probably enjoy another roleplay partner on the scene! Beyond that, liking people's posts, reblogging them to that side blog if you decide to make it, coming into their inboxes to say you enjoy their content, sending in prompts if whump fic writers are asking for some, posting prompts of your own if there's a type of whump content you notice lacking and want to inspire someone to explore...There are monthly whump events happening all the time too if you want to participate or just reblog to help promote them. You could also ask if another whump artist wants to do an art trade with you. Those are some of the best ways to dive in!

I hope that was helpful. Have fun!

[aceofwhump]

So I know for a fact now that I won't be able to make it through the whole series of This is Us because I watched a few episodes of it in one night and I went through like 14 tissues during just one of those episodes! It was only a couple of episodes!!!!!

I knew when this showed aired that I was never going to make it through the whole show and that continues to stand true. My god. And obviously I watched for Milo but I sobbed through those 4 episodes and then I kinda fell down the Tumblr gifset rabbit hole and I'm learning about the kids and about Jack and Rebecca and what happened to them and I AM DEEPLY UNWELL RIGHT NOW!!!!! DEEPLY!!!!

I start with watching the pilot which was great and I got choked up when one of their triplets was stillborn cause Milo is a great actor. But I was okay so I watched another episode. The one where you learn how Jack and Rebecca meet and that made me fall in love with the two of them so much more. So then I watched the chicken pox episode cause I needed to see fever addled Jack Pearson and that was a great episode. And then I watched a couple of episodes in s1 and s2 around those episodes. All fine. I did just fine with all those episode. I did cry and get very emotional several times but I'm like "I can handle this. Let's keep going and watch a really whumpy."

So then I watched the most depressing episode of anything I've ever seen holy shit. Which one? THE SUPERBOWL/HIS DEATH EPISODE! WHAT THE FUCK YOU GUYS I MADE A MISTAKE WITH THAT ONE! THAT WAS THE 14+ TISSUE EPISODE! That was a few days ago and I'm still crying over it! Oh I made a mistake watching that episode in particular. The other ones have been fine. Yes I cried at them all but it's an acceptable move on type of cry. But that one? Nope! Not well!

I already knew that Jack died and it was because of a house fire. I knew that going in. I knew that from when the show aired. But still, knowing that, I should not have watched this episode. I should not continue to dig into this more. It was a mistake for me to do so. Two of my biggest fears since childhood are my house catching fire during the night and losing my parents/family so THAT WAS SUPER FUN AND HEALTHY FOR ME TO WATCH YOU GUYS! Definitely made a bad decision there. Yup. I was well informed going in and I did not make the healthy decision. Also I could have turned it off but fuck Mandy Moore and Milo Ventimiglia for being so fucking good at their jobs that I couldn't turn it off. My heart hurts more than I can describe and it brought up my fears all over again to the point where last night I couldn't sleep until I went downstairs to check that our crockpot was unplugged and all day today I've been gathering all my family photos into one area that I easy to grab in the middle of the night because I can't live without those. I would absolutely pull a Jack Pearson and go back into my burning house for my pet and my family photo albums. 100%. So yeah I'm definitely in a healthy spot right now. For sure. I totally did not cry so hard that I had to scream into my pillow.

Don't get me wrong, this show is fucking beautiful and heartbreaking and well written and so well acted. I cannot bring myself to stop watching more episodes at random, it's so good and I want to learn more about them. I am going to continue to watch episodes. I understand completely how it became so popular. But I also understand why everyone would say their hearts got ripped out of their body every week. My heart cannot handle this much emotion. Jesus Christ. How the fuck did the actors get through this? I can't even watch it without dying. How did they put themselves into it? Milo you asshole you're so good at your job! All of you actors in this show! You're too good! Stop!

I'm gonna watch a few more select episodes and probably continue the Tumblr rabbit hole but my god I cannot watch the whole thing. I can't.

Okay with that all said, I need to quickly talk about Jack though. The reason I wanted to watch any of this show was for Milo as Jack Pearson and FUCK ME! JACK PEARSON! I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT JACK PEARSON!!! He has been through so much shit growing up between his dad and Vietnam and his alcoholism and instead of breaking him, it made him kind. I'm such a fucker sucker for trauma filled man made kind by his pain. He's such a good dad and a good man and yeah he made mistakes, who fucking doesn't, but he loved his family more than anything and would do anything for them and he was so full of love it was overwhelming. And it's the whole their love is so strong it towers over everything and then one half dies and it's devastating because how do you have one half of that whole just disappear. I can't handle it kind of story. And and I just learned that in the finale when Rebecca died she wakes up next to him in heaven!?! Oh god stop! Stop it! They get to be together forever now!! They deserve it!

FUCK ME I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS

[whumpetywhumpwhump]

Okay, what you think of seizure/convulsions whump? And when did you realize you were a hospital/sickfic fan?

*love your blog, let's be friends!!

Coupla great questions!!!

1. I do love seizure whump a LOT. I try to make sure things are accurate because ofc these things (like a lot of sickfic and whumpy stuff) do affect real people, but yes I absolutely love reading and writing about it. Since I don't usually read whumper content, a lot of the seizure stuff comes in the form of epilepsy HCs and also pretty serious illnesses like meningitis.

There's something about seizures in whump which just takes things to the next level- if a character is epileptic, the looming threat of a seizure is just always there, and when it happens there's the panic of how long it's going to last/whether it's going to be a big one etc etc. If a character is sick and starts seizing, it's a sign that things really aren't right, and perhaps tips the scales for caretakers from 'illness like the flu' to 'this character is dangerously ill and needs to go to a hospital NOW'.

I have so many things I could talk about here lol, and maybe if people want to see it I could make a whole post about seizure whump on its own, but yeah, I like it a whole bunch!

2. I can't quite pinpoint the exact time I realised I was really into hospital whump, and that's probably because I've been into it for a LONGGG time. Like, even as a kid if there was a character I was really into, I'd start picturing them in these precarious situations. It's only when I got older, obviously, that I discovered there was a community of people who were just like me, and I have to say it was super relieving (I genuinely thought I was a complete weirdo with original, weird thoughts).

I mean, to put things into perspective I wanted to be a doctor when I was five, and a lot of that was because I already loved whump.

An interesting little thing as well is how I think this side of me co-exists with my emetophobia: I've always been super afraid of vomit IRL, and as somebody who's also super into psychology, I find it so interesting how the things we fear and the things we're attracted to can be so linked. After all, 'arousal' is the word used to describe the body's reaction to a stimulus, fearful or exciting or.... otherwise. A lot of people love scary movies because the domesticated fear is like a safe way of experiencing terror that otherwise only happens in real life dangerous situations. In a similar way, I suppose I love sickfics because I'm so afraid of them IRL, and it's a safe way to explore the intense feelings I have about it.

Anyway, this post derailed into me talking about WHY I'm into sickfic (I think) but I find it fascinating!!!

Thanks so much for the ask, and we can definitely be friends! Always love meeting fellow whump lovers ❤️

[whumpsday]

Whumpmas in July #5

Share a TV show, movie, or any media that gives you the whumperflies!

Go! Go! Loser Ranger! (also called Ranger Reject or Sentai Daishikkaku) is definitely the whumpiest anime aired so far this year. i've gushed about how much i love it a few times so far, but i just can't get over it. so i'm going to talk about it again, at greater length than ever before.

the premise is as follows: in a super sentai world (power rangers etc, for the unfamiliar), alien monsters invaded the earth 13 years ago. the war between humans and monsters lasted 1 year and ended in an overwhelming victory for humans. the more powerful "boss monsters" were wiped out, leaving only the "dusters", who were all taken into captivity by the superheroes.

dusters are the weakest type of monster and were created as living weapons by the boss monsters. they are immortal shapeshifters, but the shapeshifting is only possible because these monsters are literally made of dust: a tight squeeze is enough to send them crumbling. without their god-like masters, they stand no chance against the humans in a fair fight.

the superheroes exploit this to make the general population think the war is still ongoing and the boss monsters are still active: they force the dusters into an arena to get beaten on a weekly basis for humans' entertainment, making one of them shapeshift into a fake boss monster each time. under threat of death from special weapons that have the rare ability to kill them, the dusters are given no choice to accept this perpetual torment, and being immortal, it will presumably go on forever.

after 12 years of being beaten, Footsoldier D, our protagonist, has had enough. a duster whose only advantage is a particular talent for replicating humans, he escapes captivity and attempts to infiltrate the heroes. his plan is to kill the head heroes, destroy their special weapons, free his people, and eventually conquer the earth if he gets that far.

D has never interacted with the real world before and knows little of earth and humans. he has lived his whole life in captivity, first a slave of the boss monsters and then a captive of the heroes. he is traumatized, afraid, will literally crumble to dust if he takes a single hit, and his cover could be blown any second.

this show is INSANELY whumpy. there is onscreen torture. the dynamics are wonderful. every character is insane. it makes a great balance of suspense and humor (i've seen it described as "if invader zim was the main character of amazon's the boys"). i can't recommend it enough. it's on hulu and disney+ and any "unofficial" anime website. it's only 12 episodes. it's based on a manga if that's more your speed. GO WATCH IT. or at least go watch the opening theme, which is pretty whumpy itself!

@whumpmasinjuly

[serickswrites]

“Touch Them” sounds so promising as a series, wow, just… wow. You’re still my favorite writer I love it so much.

Thank you so much! I am so glad you enjoyed it! It definitely has the makings of a series. Please enjoy the next installment!

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Alternate Ending

Warnings: captivity, restraints, torture, noncon, rape, strangulation, unconsciousness, forced to watch, creepy/intimate whumper

Caretaker wasn't sure how good they could be. They hadn't thought Whumper would go much further than fondling or kissing Whumpee.

They were wrong.

"LEAVE THEM ALONE!" Caretaker roared once more as Whumper began to undress Whumpee. "DON'T FUCKING TOUCH THEM!"

Whumper's fingers tightened around Whumpee's throat as they undid Whumpee's belt with their other hand. "Tut tut, Caretaker. We talked about his. You be good and Whumpee gets to breathe. You be bad and, well, I don't need Whumpee to be breathing to get what I want." Whumper smirked at Caretaker as they spoke. "So, really, this is on you what happens next."

"Stop! Stop! I'll be good. Please! Just let them breathe." Caretaker's panic rose as they realized Whumper had been keeping pressure on Whumpee's neck for far too long.

Whumper released Whumpee's throat. "I mean it, Caretaker. Be good and Whumpee will continue to breathe."

Caretaker nodded, eyes settling on the ground as Whumper shimmied Whumpee's pants down to their thighs. "Yes, I'll be good."

Whumper gave a throaty chuckle. "Good."

Caretaker could hear the sound of Whumper kissing down Whumpee's chest. Kissing down their stomach. Kissing down the length of Whumpee. "They really are splendid, aren't they?" Whumper said as they paused above Whumpee's sex. "And all mine to enjoy," Whumper purred as they lowered their mouth to Whumpee.

Caretaker couldn't look up. Couldn't look up to watch Whumper rape Whumpee. Couldn't look up to see Whumpee's unconscious face as unspeakable things happened to them.

But Whumpee's moan of pain had Caretaker's head shooting up. "Don't open your eyes! Whumpee!"

Whumper's fingers moved from Whumpee's thighs to Whumpee's throat once more. Whumper tightened their grip as Whumpee blinked awake. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Whumpee."

Tags: @madmadder @whumpy-bi @mefattortoise @painsthegame @thelazywitchphotographer @eyeforaneye @sinkinginmyteeth @keeper-of-all-the-random-things @mypulseisimpulsive

[sir-fenris]

➛ OC Deep Dive: Angelina

◆ This is actually Angelina's introduction :) some may remember her as "Christmas Whumpee".

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What common/uncommon fear do they have?

Angelina has been terrified of bugs since she was a little kid.

With her whumpers, she started fearing pretty much everything a little bit... after all, everything can be used to hurt someone, she saw it happening a lot. So the more seemingly useless things (like decor) a room has, the more stressed/fearful she gets.

Do they have any pet peeves?

Defiance. She finds it annoying and dumb, no matter how little or to who the defiance is aimed at. "All defiant whumpees get killed eventually, why does no one think with their heads instead of their pride?"

Twisting the nose to food is defiance. Speaking too loudly is defiance. Eating loudly and leaving lights on, too. Making your presence known in any unpleasant way is defiance. And she finds it annoying and dumb.

What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom?

A little golden bracelet she got from one of her whumpers the first time she was called "the favorite". A sketch book full of dark, whumpy drawings. A pair of glasses from a whumpee that escaped :)

What do they notice first in a person?

How strong and observant they are. To see if she can struggle free on a fight or take them down, and to see how sly she has to be around them.

Everyone. She does that with everyone. A child, a nurse, a waiter, a cop, a whumper, a caretaker, a bystander, someone who simply looks at her or walks past her.

On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance?

Physical? 3, Angelina is not physically hurt often, she did not build up a good tolerance. She does have a very good breathing control, tho, from being suffocated. Emotional pain? 10/10, Angelina is very emotionally resilient.

Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? (or freeze and fawn)

Fawn, definitely. Fighting, fleeing or freezing would have gotten her killed. The only way to survive and spare pain is to appease whoever can hurt her.

When the threat is low, or there's no one to appease, she goes into freeze or flop.

What animal represents them best?

A cat. I can't explain. She's just... cat. Black cat. The energy, the attentiveness, the stare. Just... black cat. Yeah.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

"A shy looking young woman. Real friendly and pleasant to speak to, but I didn't even see her until she was right next to me." And that's all. It's hard for a stranger to notice more than that, she made sure of it.

Do they have any hobbies?

Drawing and speaking to herself. It's what she's allowed to do alone.

The other "hobbies" are with her whumpers, and she faces it like tasks or challanges to survive and get good things, so... not hobbies.

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Tagged people under the cut.

Just an extra thing. Angelina got that name because someone commented on her art that she looked like Silent Hill 2's Angela. And I really liked that name, so I looked similar ones and choose Angelina because of the nicknames I could use for it (Angel and Lina).

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Thank you for tagging me into the game @toreadorcaretaker :D It was a fun game and my character's introduction.

Going to tag... @floral-comet-whump , @paingoes , @whumpitisthen and @doumidas-whumps if you guys want to do it. I'm curious about your characters. (っᵔ ᵕ ᵔ)っ♡

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[finn-m-corvex]

Whumptober Day 19: Floral Bouquet

Day 19! This one is a continuation from Day 18, and honestly it's kinda more fluffy than whumpy because it's hard to do whump with a 'floral bouquet' without straight up shoving someone into a rosebush SO! Finn got creative, as I tend to do. Still had fun with this one though!

Taglist: @splinnters @abigailxoxo @tornoleander @mondothebombo @ghostwalloper @toastingpencils37 @lightning-chicken

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“I feel awful,” Nya said, sitting at the lunch table with her food in front of her, uneaten and going cold. The others were shooting her concerned looks over their own food, not paying attention to the empty spot next to Cole where Jay would’ve sat. Jay’s mom had picked him up only a little bit after Nya called her, and she walked him down to the curb and watched them drive off with a pit in her stomach.

Cole looked up from where he was eating his sandwich. “It wasn’t your fault. How were you supposed to know that the kid was carrying a bat? What were you supposed to do?”

“I knew that he was anxious,” Nya said, “and I shouldn’t have walked off with just him. Maybe there was something I could’ve said, or—”

“If it is any consolation,” Zane spoke up, putting down his fork, “I agree with Cole. There was nothing you could do. You were taken by surprise, and could not have known how the other party would react. Jay didn’t even realize you were being followed until you were too far away to come back and get us.”

None of that made Nya feel any better. Kai bumped shoulders with her on her other side, looking worried. “Hey, it’ll be okay. He’s fine, I’m sure he is.”

“He was bleeding!” Nya exclaimed.

Lloyd linked arms with her, finding her hand and squeezing. “It’s not the first time Jay’s been hurt, Nya. I’m sure he’s okay; he’s probably just resting at home, which is better for his anxiety anyway.”

“Anxiety that he wouldn’t have had if we had just said something to him,” Nya sighed. “We should’ve texted him as soon as we noticed that he wasn’t here. Maybe then he wouldn’t have been so nervous.”

“I hate to tell you, sis,” Kai said, “but I don’t think there’s much we can do for his anxiety. He’s always anxious, and there’s only so much we can do to accommodate it.”

For some reason, the comment rubbed her the wrong way, and Nya was surprised at the rush of protectiveness that shot through her. She knew that she needed to get out before she did something she regretted; Kai may not have been wrong, but it wasn’t fair to Jay either. “I need some air.”

They watched her go, and part of Nya felt saddened by the fact that no one tried to pull her back. Jay had talked to her before about how much it stung to be left to your own devices; your friends not giving you any sort of feedback to work with, leaving you to make your own decisions with biting indifference that only made him more nervous. She tried to give him as much feedback as she could, because she couldn’t imagine how hard it was to thrive in that kind of sensory-deprived environment.

If this was even a taste of how Jay felt whenever he was having a bad day, then she was going to try so much harder.

Luckily the outside of the school was pretty barren, as everyone was inside and eating their lunch or heading out to class, so Nya was enjoying her nice little stroll through the school gardens. It was an area that she hadn’t ever really explored before, mostly because they didn’t go outside (preferring to be close to their lockers in case Garmadon decided to attack), but maybe she should make an effort to come out here. Jay would’ve liked it, maybe he would walk with her sometime.

Jay definitely would.

The flowers were beautiful, just starting to bloom and show their true colors. Nya had never been a flower person, but Jay was, and she listened to more than one of his rants about different types of flowers and their meanings as he would show pictures of each individual one and explain what his favorite thing about them was. He looked so excited whenever he would start talking about them, and even now Nya could recognize a few of them: roses, of course, but also daisies and carnations and orchids and even some lilies across the way.

“I didn’t think you would be out here,” said a voice behind her, and she wheeled around with her fist ready to throw a punch. Cole caught her hand easily, raising his eyebrow at her tensed position.

She had already been jumped once today, he should’ve known better than to sneak up on her. “What are you doing here?”

“Finding you,” Cole said, almost in a bored tone, but Nya knew him well enough to detect the hint of worry in his voice. “The others were worried.”

“If you were so worried, then why didn’t you stop me?” Nya asked, putting her hand down and continuing to walk down the path. Cole followed behind her, keeping up easily with his hands in his pockets and his signature headphones being pulled down from around his ears.

“Because you needed the space, and I can respect that,” Cole said. “I wasn’t expecting you to come out to the garden though.”

“I was thinking about Jay,” Nya said, and she was surprised at how easily his name rolled off of her tongue. “He would love all the flowers.”

“He does love them,” Cole said, bending down to pick up a fallen rose petal from under one of the many bushes. “He likes to come out here and sketch them when he’s nervous.”

Nya never knew that, even after all of this time. “Really? Why didn’t he ever say anything?”

Cole sighed, letting the petal fall to the ground. “Jay is…complicated. He needs his space, but he needs people in his space or else he gets sad. But there has to be at least one space that he gets all to himself, because that’s his decompression spot.”

“And the garden is the decompression spot?”

“Yup,” Cole said, stopping at one of the benches. Nya wanted to keep walking, but she sat down next to him instead. “He’s a lot, but he’s worth it.”

They were quiet for a few minutes, and Nya was well-aware that they had missed the start of the next period, but Cole didn’t seem very bothered about it. She picked one of the daisies sprouting on the left side of the bench, twirling the stem around in her hand. “You’re really special to him, you know.”

And it was true. Cole and Jay were a pair that could never be separated; you never had one without the other. Nya thought at first that they had been blood brothers as she watched the way they acted with each other, and how protective they were. Looking at them, you wouldn’t think that Jay could be protective over Cole, but it was true. That was how Kai and Nya had first met them, trying to stop Jay from punching someone’s lights out because the person smashed Cole’s old headphones. Jay had come in the next day holding Cole’s repaired headphones, having stayed up all night to fix them, and that’s when Nya knew that the two’s relationship was something else. Special, just like Jay.

“You are, too,” Cole chuckled, tossing his leg up. “He likes you a lot, it’s honestly kinda cute.”

“Oh please,” Nya said, blushing. “I’m sure he falls for any pretty girl that looks his way.”

“He doesn’t,” Cole said, turning to face her with a serious expression. “Jay isn’t like that. If he’s wanting to spend more time with you and putting in the effort to get to know you, he’s sticking with you. Probably wants to get married.”

“Married?!”

Nya was a bit disgruntled when Cole laughed, messing up her hair and grinning at her pouting face when she tried to fix it. “Married. He’s a dreamer.”

“We haven’t even started dating!”

Cole raised an eyebrow. “Would you want to start dating?”

She…she wasn’t sure, actually. Nya had never considered it before, never really thought about Jay like that. But now that she was, she felt all of the butterflies start to come alive: she loved seeing him smile and hearing him talk, and spending time with him never felt like it was a bore or like she was wasting it. Hearing his compliments or even one of his dorky attempts at (poorly disguised) flirting made her heart squeeze with affection. The flirting was bad, but she appreciated the effort nonetheless. Not like she had ever really tried to flirt, so maybe it was harder than she thought.

“Oh shit,” Nya groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Have I been leading him on?”

“It’s only leading him on if you don’t actually have any intentions of dating,” Cole said, but Nya still felt the guilt start to bubble up to the surface. She couldn’t stop thinking about all of the signals that she missed, all the signs that she walked past without a second thought; Jay must’ve been so upset. How could she say that she was doing everything to try and make him happy and then do something like that?

Noticing her growing distress, Cole reached out to rub her arm, a gentle smile on his face. “Hey, it’s okay. You’re starting to get the same look that Jay does when he’s overthinking.”

“You must be so angry with me,” Nya said, leaning back against the bench. “I can’t imagine how much I must’ve hurt him by now.”

“I’m not angry,” Cole assured, and Nya tried to take comfort in his words. “Here, we’ll talk about something else. What happened before you guys got jumped?”

She had already given a very watered-down version of what happened to the others before now, but she supposed that she could give Cole a few more details. “I was telling him about math class, and he was offering to help tutor me which was great because I could really use the help, and he said he would do it as long as we would go out for milkshakes afterwards. He didn’t tell me the place but that’s not super important—”

“So he’s already asked you on a date.”

Nya’s brain short-circuited.

Oh First Master.

First Master she was so stupid.

“And by your reaction, I’m guessing you didn’t say yes.”

“I didn’t know!” But she should’ve known, should’ve thought about it a little more.

Sighing, Cole went to pinch the bridge of his nose. “I swear, between you and Kai and Jay I’m going to drown in your obliviousness. Come on, I’m going to help you fix it.”

Jay was miserable.

Sitting at home was boring, but there was nowhere else to go. The trip to urgent care had only taken around twenty minutes, where the doctor reassured his mom that he didn’t have a concussion and that he would just have to rest over the weekend so he would be good as new on Monday. But that also meant that his mom had confiscated all of his electronics and banished him from working on any of his and Pa’s projects, already knowing exactly how Jay would’ve kept himself busy.

Even though she technically wasn’t home so she would never know if he did some work or played video games for a bit, Jay didn’t have the heart to disobey his mom.

He had tried texting Cole to see if his best friend would have anything to keep him occupied, maybe even just have a conversation, but he only received short one word texts until Jay gave up on trying to text anymore. The idea of texting Nya floated around in his head but he quickly dismissed it; he had already made enough of a fool of himself today.

Now he was standing over his stove and a ruined batch of scrambled eggs that he had left cooking for too long; Jay didn’t even like scrambled eggs! That’s just how bored he was!

But now he had ruined a couple of perfectly good eggs when money was already low this month, and he was alone so there wasn’t anyone to reassure him that it was fine, and he already knew that Cole wouldn’t text back if Jay tried to say anything about it but he couldn’t text Nya or the others because if they didn’t want to see him this morning than why would they want to hear from him now—

“Dammit,” Jay whispered, hand going to his chest as he fought to get his breathing back under control. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Phone at his ear and ready to call his Pa, Jay jumped when there was a knock on the front door of their small house, and he waited like a deer in headlights for the person to go away.

He needed the person to go away.

“Jay! It’s me!”

Shit, it was Nya. He couldn’t just leave Nya out there, especially when she knew that he was home. Why couldn’t the urgent care visit have taken longer?!

Nya was probably so upset with him. She had finally figured out that he had fumbled his attempt at asking her out on a date, that he was stupid and that it was a stupid idea and that he was the worst person in the history of people to probably ever ask her on a date—

“Oh, hey Nya,” he greeted, as if the sound of her name didn’t make his head spin, “what are you doing here?”

It was the first time he had ever seen Nya Smith look nervous, shuffling her feet and hiding something behind her back. She was biting her lip, looking him up and down as if she was trying to see if something was there. Was she checking for injuries?

“I’m okay,” he said, taking the shot in the dark. Nya relaxed, and Jay silently patted himself on the back for guessing correctly.

Suddenly, something was thrust into his hands, and Jay looked down to see a messy bouquet of pink roses and various carnations, and his face grew hot when his brain finally kicked into gear and he remembered the meanings of the flowers. She remembered that he liked them.

Jay was silent as Nya started talking. “I-I know this is a little sudden, but Cole helped me get those together for you. I know they’re not perfect and they’re really basic and I probably got some of the colors wrong—”

“Nya,” he said, stopping her ramble. Was she always this cute when she rambled? “They’re perfect.”

“Perfect?”

“Anything you would give me is perfect.”

“Then in that case,” Nya gave him a shy smile that had his heart dripping with affection, “Jay Walker, would you go out with me?”

[letstalkwhump]

Welcome to Let’s Talk Whump, a series of interviews that spotlight the amazing people in our whump community! I’m Malice and I’ll be your host today. 

Here today to talk all things whumpy is the brilliant @whumpcereal!

It’s great to have you here! Let’s start with a fact or two about yourself  like your favorite color or favorite animal? 

My name is Kay, and I’m a high school teacher in my 30’s. Besides whumping unsuspecting gentlemen, my hobbies include reading a lot, belting out showtunes, cooking for people I love, hitting up new bars and restaurants with friends, and traveling. And since you asked–and as a teacher, I hate unanswered questions–I’ve recently realized that orange might be my favorite color, and I love gorillas. 

What does whump mean to you?

 It’s the sort of pressing-on-a-bruise feeling that is wrapped up in watching someone suffer and then be comforted. It’s the need for vulnerability and human connection. It’s watching Prince Philip get chained to a wall and not understanding why you find it so magnetic, but you do, haha! 

How did you find the whump community? What made you want to join? 

I was writing for the Newsies fandom (I know) during the pandemic, and one of my favorite authors tagged her epic work with “whump.” I clicked the tag on tumblr, and I found @lonesome--hunter’s Ezra almost immediately; I fell down the rabbit hole and never came out. After Ezra, I spent a good long time with @ashintheairlikesnow’s Danny and then @galaxywhump’s Wren. I realized that a lot of what I was putting in my own writing could be classified as “whump,” but I wasn’t sure how to join in the fun. I lurked for a while and then beta-ed for @darkthingshappen before I got brave enough to post my own stuff. But part of what motivated me to start posting was just how supportive and welcoming the whole community is. On AO3, you can get tons of hits but almost no real engagement; with whump, that’s totally different. It makes my little dopamine receptors ping. 

The whump community is amazingly supportive! Do you think your view on or the way you consume whump changed since you joined? 

 I am definitely a hurt/comfort gal. I can’t do the hurt without the comfort, and I need my whump to be strongly oriented in the characters’ feelings, whether we’re talking whumpers or whumpees. I struggle when a character is just getting the shit kicked out of them endlessly; I want them to have some relief, even if the relief is bittersweet or painful in its own way. I also find it easier to whump an OC than I do a fandom character, just because if they’re mine, I can build the kind of backstory that makes the whump reasonable. 

And your favourite whump trope?

 I do like noncon. Whump is a genre where I’ve really been able to explore scary things that have happened to me, and when a whumpee has an honest (and not needlessly gratuitous) nonconsensual experience, I gravitate toward it, especially if they’re allowed to explore the aftermath and how it makes them feel. I also love a mute whumpee–probably because I watched The Little Mermaid too many times growing up. Something about the helplessness of being trapped in your own body and at the mercy of others–hey, whumperflies! Captivity whump too, especially anything in the BBU. The BBU was one of my favorite discoveries when I found the community. It provides such rich opportunities! 

Captivity whump is so good! Would you mind sharing a favourite piece you've written? (the following pieces may contain non-explicit nsfw references)

Ooooh. Well, I guess I’ll choose one from each of my series. For Jack, my first and forever whumpee in Behavior Modification, and his caretaker, my wish-fulfillment fake husband, Joe, it’s this piece with their little girl. It’s something that I wrote in basically a single stretch one afternoon last summer, and I’m proud of it because it shows both how far Jack has come in his recovery and how much everything he’s gone through is still affecting him. It also shows how fierce of a protector Joe is, even though Jack’s got strength of his own. Plus, Hallie, their little girl, was super fun to create. She’s a feisty little thing, and I liked the idea of looking at such a dark, violent system through a child’s eyes. 

For The Kennel, it’s this piece which immediately follows my boy Will after his best friend Tommy is forced to assault him. It’s got the aftermath of noncon, plus it includes a lot of world building for my scary whumper, Doc, and his particular set-up. It really sets up the horror of the situation in which Will and Tommy have found themselves and also emphasizes the stories of other whumpees whose stories I’d love to explore (Justin and Tony, I’m looking at you). Plus, it gives Annie–who’s technically the caretaker in this story, even though she’s been abused herself–a chance to think about how she’s been raised and the way her father treats people. My favorite moment is when Will just breaks down completely, because we haven’t seen him do that yet. It’s a human moment, and he’s feeling so much less than human that it’s almost cathartic. 

And then, honorable mention to this piece where I crossover my two stories and let Jack help Will as his post-rescue counselor. I had so much fun with that reveal! 

Oh wow, I love the Kennel piece! You’ve broken my heart with Justin and Will! Would you like to share your writing routine  with us?

 I’ve actually been riding a bit of a block lately, but typically, I am an evening writer. No drinks or snacks, but usually movie scores that match the mood of what I’m writing. On good nights, it’s big blocks; on others, it’s just a sentence here and there (that’s been where I’m at lately). I try to write a little every day, but again, it’s been rough lately. Being a teacher at the end of the year is just as hard as being a student, haha. 

I can only imagine! Are some things easier for you to write? Anything you struggle with writing?

 I have an easier time writing recovery than I do straight whump, which is sometimes a bummer, because the whump community doesn’t seem to like recovery quite as much. So, I’ll pour myself into a recovery piece I have big feelings about, and then it won’t get quite as much traffic and engagement as when I’m roughing up the boys. I am very careful about how I write noncon. I think I do a decent job, but I try to approach it from a place of sensitivity to the person who is suffering versus engaging through violence alone. That can take a lot of time and thought and big feelings. 

And is there anything you're working on at the moment? 

I do have a fantasy crossover miniseries with Jack, Joe, and Ivan and @oddsconverts’ Josh and Felix that I’ve had a really fun time working on. I need to write a little intro before I post it. I need to go back to Jack and his intimacy consultations at WRU, and AU AU Joe and his reaction to the Drip. Poor Will and Tommy are in desperate need of attention; I need to get Will sold away so all the drama can increase. Maybe during summer vacation? 

Do you have a joke or pun you would like to share to spread some smiles today? I am only funny on accident. Just ask my students. ;-) 

Do you have any writing advice you’d like to share?

I’m great at giving advice to others, but absolute shit at following that advice myself. For instance, write for you. Don’t write for hits, likes, reblogs, etc. Just write what you want to read. Write as often as you can. During the pandemic, what got me back into writing after years of thinking about it was trying to write a little every day. Find you some writing friends who will get excited with you when there’s something you can’t wait to write about. 

Finally, would you like to give a mention to some of the amazing people in the whump community?

I already mentioned some of my favorites, but shout outs to @hold-him-down (whom I was lucky enough to eat very expensive risotto with this spring and whose Leo is one of my very favorite whumpees), @peachy-panic (58 Days is one of my VERY favorites), @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump (whose Wyatt has my whole heart), and @squishablesunbeam (I mean, Jesse? Come on!). My first friends in the whump community were @darkthingshappen (creator of my Benny baby), @oddsconvert (whose series are all so beautifully written that I can’t choose a favorite–she even made me like vampire whump–and who is my wonder twin forever), and @sparrowsage (go check out his new stuff!). 

Thank you so much for joining us, @whumpcereal ! It was a pleasure to have you here! 

And to all you lovely folks at home, have a whump-derful day!

[meraki24601]

Hey it’s me again

Could you maybe write a part 2 to Just a Fever ?? I really like your writing

Hello again, friend! I'm so glad you like my writing. You made my day! I was feeling a bit more of the whumpy direction this could go this time, but I'd be open to trying another version with more of a comfort lean if anyone wants that.

Part 1

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Just a Fever Part 2

Hero’s head hurts.

They… They’re going to be sick.

Hands, rough with urgency, turn Hero onto their side. When they’re finished, the hands roll them onto their back again. Warm. The hands are warm. 

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A gentle voice pulls Hero to shore from the ocean of darkness they’ve been floating in. They try to cough up the water filling their lungs, but nothing comes up. There’s no water to get rid of. There’s weight. Pressure on their chest. They can’t, can’t breathe. 

New pressure. Skin touching their own just below their collarbone, gently patting. 

“Please,” They try to beg, but Hero isn’t sure anything came out except more coughing. 

Something slides beneath them. It puts pressure on their aching back until Hero starts to rise into a sitting position. The elevation change eases some of the pain in their chest, but Hero doesn’t have the strength to hold their head up to take a solid breath. It still hurts. They can’t stop.

The hand rubbing their chest shifts. It supports Hero’s head as if they were a baby. “Look at you. Be good for me and take a deep breath. That’s it. That’s it. Breathe and sleep.”

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“It hurts.”

“What hurts, darling?”

“Who’s there?” 

“Just me.”

Hero’s hands twitch and their eyes open. Even with their eyes open everything is black. Their heart clenches in their chest. Fingers curl into fists. “Where am I? I can’t, I can’t see. Can’t see.”

“So you’re actually awake this time?” Sharp fingernails scratch Hero’s face as a damp rag is lifted from their eyes. “There. Is that better?”

Bright. Everything is bright. 

The sound of someone shuffling around makes Hero flinch. They blink quickly, trying to adapt to the light flooding the room. A rough scratching noise has Hero’s ears ringing, and the light dims enough Hero can see the room they’re in. 

Of all the places they expected to be, (the hospital, Mentor’s house, etc.) their own bedroom was not one of them. And they definitely didn’t expect to see Villain hovering over them.

“You!” Hero lurches up only to be pushed back by a single outstretched finger from Villain. As Villain laughs, Hero throws themselves at the other side of the bed. The blankets wrap tightly around their body and keep them from freedom. 

Honestly, they’re not sure if they could have gotten much farther even without the blankets. The short burst of movement sends Hero’s head spinning. Their chest burns and their lungs… they can’t breathe. One last deep cough rattles their whole body. Their hands shake as panic starts to set in. 

Air. Please, air. The thought rattles in their mind as Hero begs their lungs to breathe in. They couldn’t cough anymore if they wanted to. The world starts to go dark around the edges. 

A shadowy figure hovers over them. A solid weight pressing down on them. Then, air. 

Villain’s lips press lazily against Hero’s as they whisper, “I told you, Darling, I simply won’t let you die like this.” Hero’s world finally goes dark as Villain forces another shallow breath into their lungs.

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“No!” Hero woke screaming. 

“You will drink.” Villain’s voice is harsh in Hero’s ear. They’re all but laying on top of Hero, pinning both of Hero’s arms above Hero’s head with one hand while the other presses a glass with some sort of liquid to Hero’s lips. “Open and drink. You need water.”

Gathering their strength, Hero thrusts their hips up, knocking Villain off balance. The water splashes across Hero’s face as they take a deep breath. The water sends them into another coughing fit. Their whole body aches, but Hero finds they have enough strength to fight as Villain tries to take control again. They flail and kick and bite. 

It’s not enough, but at least this time they really tried. 

One strong hit to the head sent Hero’s world spinning. “Enough!” Villain’s voice drains any fight Hero had left. They’re in serious danger. They’d seen Villain turn on their own men after speaking to them with that same tone of voice. Villain grabs Hero by the back of their neck, pulling them close to their face, “You will do as I say. You’re severely dehydrated and haven’t eaten for three days. Lie still until I return with more water. If you choose to defy me, you will suffer the consequences.”

The moment Villain’s footsteps retreat down the hall Hero throws their feet out of the bed. Their house is one floor so once they make it to the window all they have to do is hop out and run. One chance. One chance to make it out alive and Hero’s legs can’t support their weight. 

Hero falls to the floor with an incriminating thud. Their head, their chest, their legs, and every part of them aches. Vision fading in and out, Hero drags themselves across the floor to the window. It’s locked. Hero is going to have to stand to open it. They… can’t. It was pointless to try. This time, Villain wins.

“Turn around, Hero.” Villain’s voice burns in Hero’s ears. “Turn around. I want to see the defeat in your eyes. For years we’ve fought each other, and I could never win against you. To think, all it took was a little illness.”

Villain grips Hero’s hair and throws them to the ground next to the bed. “Please,” Hero begs, gripping the edge of the bed in what Villain sees as an attempt to sit up and face them. And it is. They face Villain head-on, carefully hiding the emergency button they just pressed. “Please, Don’t kill me.”

“Silly Hero. That’s not why I came, and it’s not why I stayed. Now, drink.” Villain shoved a new glass of water into Hero’s hands. 

When Hero nearly drops the glass, Villain sighs deeply. They sit down on the floor next to them and pull Hero into their lap. Hero doesn’t struggle, letting Villain manipulate their body until they’re half lying against Villain with their head supported against Villain’s chest. When Villain offers them the water, Hero opens their mouth and drinks. 

“That’s it. Good Hero. Drink the whole glass if you can. You need it.”

The cup wasn’t large, but the effort of fighting Villain and forcing themselves to suddenly drink after going so long without exhausts Hero. Sip after sip they drink the offered water until Villain’s words register in their drowsy mind. By then, it’s too late.

“Rest, Darling. We’ll worry about your punishment later, but for now, don’t fight it. We’ve got a long trip ahead of us, so finish it all. It’ll go much better if you sleep.”

Part 3

[gaybd1]

Sokka gets caught and put into the cooler instead

Ehhh, not EXACTLY what you ordered lol but I'm trying to fit things in with my preplanned overarching narrative lol. So if any of this is confusing, I guess y'all just have to send me more prompts and more asks to get a bigger picture hehehe

Obviously this is whumpy and violent, so read with care

He’d lost track of time. He’d lost track of the punches, the burns. All Sokka knew was that he hadn’t talked. Katara, Aang, and the others were still safe. That knowledge was worth all the pain in the world.

“Enough,” he heard through the fog that had settled over his mind. He tried to pick his head up, tried to focus, but it fell back down over his chest. It was a struggle to even stay upright in the chair he was shackled to, though he wasn’t sure what the alternative was and if the restraints would even let him fall. 

He knew that voice and everything inside him told him that the voice meant danger, but he could hardly focus on it. His instincts told him to run.

Azula, his mind finally caught up to fill in the blank. He urged his panic down. He hadn’t told her anything. Katara was safe.

“Enough,” she repeated, and Sokka heard her footsteps approaching, saw the tips of her boots enter his blurred field of vision. He grunted- it was not a whimper- when she grabbed at his wolftail and yanked his head up to face her. His vision swam for a moment before it managed to focus on her narrowed eyes.

“You are losing my interest, and that’s very dangerous,” she whispered, releasing her hold suddenly enough to send Sokka’s chin slamming against his chest, causing him to cry out as something definitely broken was jostled.

“He’s no use to me dead. He needs rest.” She must have been addressing the other guards in the room. “Besides, I have some… family business to attend to…”

His heartbeat sped up. Zuko. They had to get out of here, they had to make a run for it, they had to–

“Put him in a cooler.”

“But your highness, he’s not a firebender.” The guard’s protest was met with an icy silence. 

(Heh. Ice. Fitting– Get a GRIP, Sokka! )

“Yes, Princess. Right away,” the guard corrected himself.

More footsteps as Azula left the cell and– 

Blinding white pain. Loud, tortured screams.

Sokka didn’t come back to himself until he was in the hallway, dragging between the two large guards who’d been beating up on him for the last who-knows-how-long. Every step they took was agony against his broken body. He couldn’t even remember what they’d done to him, but the important thing was that he hadn’t told them anything.

…Right?

Katara was safe for now. But Zuko wasn’t. Azula would be seeing him next and they had to get out of here. He could only hope Suki and his dad would realize something was wrong and adjust their plan so they still had a chance to get free. Sokka had caused them enough pain already. He had to get loose so he could give them a chance…

After his first few minutes in the cooler, Sokka couldn’t feel the pain anymore. He couldn’t feel anything anymore. He quickly realized he was in no position to be saving anyone.

Across the prison, a disgraced prince slammed the door to an interrogation room onto his ex-girlfriend and ran. He ran until he found the control room and opened the doors to all the prisoners’ cells.

Elsewhere, in two different locations, two warriors were released from their cells. Instead of heading to the rendezvous point they’d planned, they both turned and ran toward the coolers, the last place from which they’d heard an all-too-familiar scream.

The situation was growing complicated. 

[susiequaz12]

Whumptober 1

No. 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Safety Net | Swooning | “How many fingers am I holding up?”

Day 1! This is with my immortal whumpee Marlowe, in the Vampire AU. Their masterlist is here. CW: immortal whumpee, nonbinary whumpee, exhaustion, vampire whumper.

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The vampire pulled away, wiping the blood from their mouth with the back of their hand as they stood up out of the chair they were sitting in. Lo felt a dribble of spit trickle onto their shoulder from their neck where he had been feeding. 

Without a single word the vampire exited the room, brushing the curtain of the door aside as he exited the feeding area. Lo pulled themselves to sitting on shaky arms, pulling the collar of their tunic back over their neck, the two bite marks already starting to close up and heal. 

Lo could barely make out another figure coming into the room, but they knew who this was instantly. 

“Hey-” Solomon mumbled, stepping over to the table atop where Lo sat. “That’s it for today. The sun is coming up so we’re all going to bed.” 

Lo’s eyes drifted til they finally focused onto the vampire in front of their face. They went to speak in reply but the words refused to tumble out of their mouth and it came out as a sigh instead. 

“Oh you don’t look so good…” Solomon brushed the human’s hair back from their forehead, immediately feeling it slick with sweat, the skin cold and clammy. “Yeah, you definitely need a rest.” 

Lo had leaned into the touch against their forehead, and when the vampire pulled away, Lo followed, tumbling forward off the table into the vampire’s chest. 

“Woah- okay, hang on-” they braced an arm around the small human’s waist, towering over them as they held them up on shaky feet and legs. “Lo- are you okay? Are you with me?” 

“ ‘m’just tired-” they mumbled. Their words slurring together. 

“Well yeah, you had twelve feedings today, that’s twice your normal amount. Hey-hey-” Solomon pulled the human in front of him, one hand on their shoulder to keep them steady, the other held out in front of their face. “How many fingers am I holding up?” 

Solomon watched as the human tried to focus their vision, blinking a few times and squinting, words echoing across their lips as if they were counting. Finally they seemed to settle on an answer that would have to be sufficient.

“Se-seven?” 

Solomon resisted the urge to chuckle as Lo flashed him a dopey smile, their eyelids fluttering open and closed as exhaustion began to take over. 

“Alright Lo, that’s it, you’re going to bed.” 

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Taglist: @imagination1reality0@whumpsday@thecyrulik@no-terms-and-conditions-apply@spectral-whumpy-writer @raddyscoops

[practically-an-x-man]

🎭 😍 🗺 🔨 🙈

Thank you so much!! <3333

You didn't specify an OC, so I'll answer this for Jasper!

A Sort of Whumpy Writer's Block Ask Game

🎭 Can you envision your OC in an alternate universe? What au would you choose and what role would they be in that world?

I think Jasper as a character could fit into pretty much any universe I decided to place them in - they don't have any attributes that are a hundred percent stuck on AHS Coven, and while I may have to change details here and there depending on which world I put them in, I don't see any real hitches in putting them in another universe.

On the one hand, this makes them very versatile! But on the other hand... I don't really have a particular idea for what alternate universe to fit them into

😍 What made you truly fall in love with your OC and made you want to continue their story?

Right from the beginning, I just really fell in love with Jasper's view on the world. I always have so much fun writing their empathic sense, but even from a more mundane perspective, their traits and personality are so incredibly dynamic to me and I think they have such a unique view on the world. The more I wrote for Jasper, the more I wanted to explore their view on the world!

🗺 Is there some place your OC would love to go or something your OC would love to do but likely could never happen within the boundaries of your story?

I think they'd definitely want to go on some romantic overseas vacation with Kyle, but given their financial constraints and the fact that Kyle is legally dead (not as much a problem in day-to-day work, but much more of an issue once passports and international travel come into play), that's probably not going to happen any time soon.

🔨 Are there any whump tropes that you'd love to see your OC's reactions to even though you couldn't or wouldn't put it into your actual story for whatever reason?

Jasper's story is going to be very emotionally-heavy, but it's really Kyle that will go through the more whumpy themes - Jasper is placed in reaction to it, which is also very powerful, but they rarely end up in particular physical danger themself. I do think that putting Jasper through some physical whump of their own would be interesting, especially in a way that might relate to or subvert the things that happened to Kyle.

🙈 What, if any, aspect of your OC is a little slice of you put down on paper? A little quirk, personality trait, mannerism, view of the world, etc.?

Honestly, there's a fair bit of myself reflected in Jasper! We're both very much punk/alt and aren't afraid to show that off. I'm genderqueer and there's some fluidity in that for me, and Jasper's genderfluid. I have a strong interest in anatomy and medicine and would have wound up in a medicine-related field if I'd continued with college, and Jasper is a trauma nurse. I've always been interested in roller derby, but haven't yet had the chance to try it out myself, so Jasper reflects that for me.

There's even a little piece of Jasper that reflects me on a more emotional level: they're an outwardly punk, outwardly queer person, who normally ends up attracted to dorky cis guys- who may or may not be understanding about their being queer or the other intricacies of their identity. I've gone through that a lot with my personal romantic life, and Jasper finding such an unshakably loving, understanding partner in Kyle is a bit of escapism/hopefulness for me. I really, really hope I can find someone who I can bond with the way Jasper bonds with Kyle - where I don't have to shave down who I am for the sake of a romantic partner, where I can be fully comfortable and genuine and know that those aspects of my identity won't chase them away.

[aceofwhump]

I'm so here for your Milo fixation era. I could talk about Milo whump all day long.

Anyway, thought I'd give you a few eps to check out for TIU if you don't intend on watching the whole thing. Honestly, I didn't watch beyond the first 2 seasons (found most of the characters insufferable) so there may be some good stuff missing but I did do some combing through other eps and found some other stuff worth mentioning.

1x1 one of his triplets is stillborn 1x18 gets briefly beaten up and then is shown with a cold compress against his hand after punching someone 2x1 and 2x2 both have scenes with him admitting to having a drinking problem. Both of these are great. I love the moment in 2x1 when his wife is asking him to come home after having an argument and he's reluctant and she's all soft with him and gets him in the car. And I especially love 2x2 where he tearfully opens up to his daughter and she comforts him. 2x4 chickenpox 2x14 aftermath of housefire, him being treated for smoke inhalation and offscreen death 3x6 comes home with a black eye after getting hit during boxing 3x7 gets moved to tears by his wife singing after stating earlier that he doesn't really cry 4x17 his son is in therapy and imaging how things could have been different if he'd lived. There's a very brief moment around the 30 min mark where his son imagines himself with Jack in the hospital as he suffers the heart attack (rather than alone as it really happened), you see him very briefly holding his chest and saying "somethings wrong" 6x4 day of his mother's funeral. breaks down near the end of the ep when it suddenly hits him that she's gone and he gets held and comforted by his wife. It's a brief but lovely scene. One of my favorites.

That's all I can think of for now.

Also, I'd brace yourself for the art of racing in the rain. I never cry at anything but that shit made me cry like a bitch. I read the book first and his character goes through so much. Losing his wife to cancer. Afterwards getting falsely accused of m*lesting his wife's minor cousin after he pushes her away when she tries to make a move on him when he's passed out drunk (they changed it in the movie to him accidentally hitting his wife's dad and getting done for assault instead), nearly losing custody of his daughter. Then his dog dying :(.

I was mostly annoyed they took out the scene where he breaks down after the charges are dropped against him and another one where he goes to visit his daughter and starts crying and she tells him it's okay to cry.

Anyway I'll shut up now 😂.

PS I'd recommend watching all of chosen honestly, or at least season 1. The episodes are really short and it really is quite whumpy. Lots of angst for his character. Season 2 he still features but its centred on a different character so you can just fast forward to his scenes.

Okay really I'll shut up now. But if you're up for more recs let me know 😂.

AHHHH!!! NONNY!!!! YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!!!!! Thank you so so so much for the episode recs!!!! I definitely needed that and I'm gonna check out those episodes immediately lol. Especially that chicken pox one 👀 Oh man thank you so much! I really really appreciate it!

Oh boy. I will absolutely brace myself for racing in the rain. That sounds like a lot. I think I'll save that one for a night when I need a good cry. Wow. But I bet he's so good in it. Milo is amazing.

And thank you for the recs! I'll keep that in mind for sure! I appreciate the information and recs sooooooo much!! Please don't shut up!! I'm so deep into a Milo whump hyperfixation right now I wanna talk about it with people and find new things to watch! This is great! I'm so glad you guys are into it with me! Cause it's gonna take me some time to both watch and gif his whumps so this might last a while lol.

Thank you again!!!!