#fem!whumper

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Meeting Jacinth

Jacinth Masterlist

Y/N’s shoes crushed the leaves underfoot as she wandered aimlessly throughout the forest, searching for any sign of her campsite. She waved her phone in the air in front of her, trying to get a signal. The moon shone high in the night sky, but its pale light was shrouded by ghostly clouds. The trees towered over Y/N, their leaves rustling in the faint breeze. Y/N shivered and adjusted her backpack, pressing on through the undergrowth. She was starting to regret coming to this forest.

The more Y/N walked, the denser the woods became. That didn’t seem right. She had made camp in a clearing, where the trees were much smaller and further spaced apart. Nothing like what she was walking through now, where the roots of the trees broke through the soil in angry knots, and the branches above blocked out what little moonlight made its way through the night clouds.

Y/N whipped around when she heard a rustling noise from behind her. Shining the flashlight on her phone toward the source of the noise, she found nothing but foliage. It must’ve been a raccoon or something. Y/N breathed a sigh of relief and turned around, only to be met with a tall figure. Y/N screamed in fright. She stumbled back and tripped over a root. The figure moved to catch her before she could fall.

“S-sorry,” Y/N said, “you startled me. I didn’t think anyone else was out here.”

The figure chuckled. Now she was up close, Y/N could see that he was a man, looking to be around her age, with long, dark hair and blue eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness. The night must’ve been playing tricks on her, because Y/N could swear that his skin had an azure hue.

“Are you alright?” the man asked.

“Yeah, I,” Y/N swallowed, “I’m okay.”

The stranger helped Y/N to her feet.

“What are you doing out so late?” the stranger asked, “it’s dangerous to wander this deep into the forest.”

“I got lost,” Y/N admitted, “I was hiking, and I lost track of time and by the time I figured I should head back… I didn’t know where I was…”

“I know these woods pretty well,” the stranger said, “maybe I could help you find your campsite?”

“You could!?” Y/N exclaimed, “I mean, uh, yeah, that’d be great, thank you.”

The stranger smiled and started to walk with Y/N back the way she had come. Y/N described the campsite to him; he nodded, seeming to know exactly where she was talking about.

“I’m Jacinth, by the way,” he said, “may I have your name?”

“I’m Y/N,” Y/N answered, “do you come camping here often?”

A glint seemed to flicker across Jacinth’s eyes.

“I live in these woods as a matter of fact,” Jacinth said, “do you enjoy camping?”

“Oh yeah,” Y/N said, “I love nature. I came here because I heard this forest was pretty secluded.”

“Indeed it is,” Jacinth agreed, “Stop here, Y/N.”

Suddenly, as though her body was on puppet strings, Y/N stopped in her tracks.

“What’s up?” Y/N asked.

“You’re going to be coming to live with me,” Jacinth said.

Alarm bells rang in Y/N’s head. So this guy wasn’t just a good Samaritan. Y/N’s knife was in her pocket, she just started to reach for it when-

“Relax, Y/N.”

Y/N’s arms dropped to her sides. Y/N was fully panicking now, but her body didn’t show it. She tried to move something, anything, but she just stood there. Jacinth moved so that he was standing in front of her. He gently removed her backpack from her shoulders. He took her phone out of her hand and tossed it to the ground.

“You won’t need those anymore,” he said softly.

Jacinth stepped behind Y/N. She followed him with her eyes until he was out of her line of vision. Her eyes widened and she wanted to yelp as she felt the world tilt on its axis. She looked up at Jacinth, who had swept her into a bridal carry.

“Foolish little human,” he chuckled, “adorable, but foolish.”

Jacinth began to carry her back the way they had come. Y/N wanted to scream, or to at least struggle, but her limbs wouldn’t cooperate. Besides, Jacinth’s grip felt rather strong.

“Soon, we’ll be home,” Jacinth said, “I’ll wake you when we get there. For now, sleep Y/N.”

Y/N thought her body couldn’t feel any heavier, but she was soon corrected as she felt herself sinking into Jacinth’s grip. The stars above began to blur, and her eyelids started fluttering shut. The last thing Y/N registered before drifting off was Jacinth pressing a light kiss to her forehead.

“Sweet dreams, my little human.”

ko-fi

tags:  @mythixmagic @infinityshadows @fishtale88 @thelazywitchphotographer @the-beasts-have-arrived @princessofonwardsworld

[parasiticstars]

a very normal businesswoman with no history of dabbling in anything illegal or otherwise unethical/controversial and no plot relevance to anything ever

aka the worlds laziest doodle that I forgot to post when I finished it and now ive low-key high-key forgotten how to draw at all

[avvail-whumps]

ok so my mind right now is going brrrrrr. Don't blame for the thought but like. What if Leo was a female. Like imagine fem!Leo having that dreaded feeling that you get when you start your periods. And then they're like scared of how to tell Roy about this and then the awkward thing going on. Like cmon. Would Roy actually get her some chocolates or make it worse for her? :)

we’re gonna give fem!leo the name leona for the sake of this but yesyes anon gender swaps love it 🫶

Leona remained curled up on the bed—her bed?—in this room she was so unfamiliar with. She would admit, it was a much needed upgrade from the horrible basement she had spent so long confined in. At least the sunlight on her face was a glorious change. 

But still, she had a glaringly obvious problem that she didn’t know what to do about. 

Aside from her broken ankle, Leona knew her period had started. Just after everything that had dragged her down, something like this was the cherry on top. She had taken so many painkillers that the usual twisting pain in her stomach was faint and in the back of her mind. But she knew it. 

She’d checked and she’d already managed to bleed through her clothes. 

Maybe it was the added stress that had caused her such a heavy flow, but she felt awful. More awful than she had done so far. How was she supposed to tell Roy about this? She highly doubted he was the kind of person to have any pads or tampons in his house - not if he had a frequent girlfriend, but even then, who would want to date that lunatic? 

After minutes of contemplating and growing increasingly uncomfortable without any support, she forced herself to grab her crutches and check the bathrooms. Her head swam a little as she did. Even with the painkillers, there was still a lingering dizziness in her skull.

It brought her out in a hot flush just to hobble over to the bathroom, where she awkwardly balanced on one foot to search the cupboards. She softly bit her lip, muttering under his breath in desperation. 

“Please, come on…” 

Her eyes flickered to the door, paranoid she’d heard a noise, but continued sliding shower stuff out of the way to see if there were any miraculously tucked away. Leona grew increasingly frustrated, a dreaded feeling pooling in the bottom of her stomach. She wanted to cry. This wasn’t fair. She couldn’t bring herself to tell Roy about this, knowing he would more than likely torment her further than he has done already, but she couldn’t just sit here and do nothing. 

“There’s blood on your bed, lion.” 

Leona almost toppled over at the sudden voice by the bathroom door, and her head whipped around to meet Roy’s eyes. He approached her before she could find her footing properly, his fingers sweeping under her chin and tilting it so he could get a good look at her face. 

“Did your wounds reopen?” He asked in a murmur, making her heart race in her chest when his eyes flickered briefly over to the bathroom cabinet. “What are you rummaging around for?” 

Leona’s lips wobbled open. She sucked in a sharp breath when he tilted her head to the other side, frowning slightly to himself. 

“I…” Her throat closed up. How could she say this? “I was…I need some…”

His brow raised, his eyes trailing over her body. “Words, pretty girl.” 

She squeaked slightly when he spun her around, and his head tilted as something caught his eye. He hummed to himself, before an expression of realisation flickered on his face. Leona’s own went completely red in humiliation. 

“Oh,” Roy deadpanned. 

Leona hadn’t checked to see if it was visible. She could only assume what he was thinking right now, just waiting for him to say something embarrassing or taunt her. He pushed her back, patting her shoulder. 

“Yeah, well, I don’t have anything for you to use,” he shrugged, seemingly unbothered by the prospect. She wasn’t sure what was worse, the fact that he didn’t seem to care and might leave her to bleed through all of her clothes, or the idea of him ripping into her for something she couldn’t control. 

“But, it’s just…” She trailed off, swallowing the lump in her throat. She felt icky and in dire need to scrub herself clean. She needed something. “I-I can’t just leave it.”

“I know,” Roy chuckled, like the idea was funny. “But there’s nothing here. Do I look like someone who would need them, lion?” 

She went quiet again, and her eyes dropped to the floor. Her fingers tightened around the crutches, her back feeling constricted and her face feeling flush. Being kidnapped was one thing, but having to deal with this at the same time? With nothing but painkillers to help her get by? 

She winced slightly when Roy’s hand pressed against her forehead, before it softly trailed down her cheek and brushed over her bottom lip. 

“Alright,” he smiled, only cruel in her eyes. “Just because you’re pouting like that, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll run you a bath so you can clean yourself up for a bit. I’ll drive into the city and buy you enough pads to last you.”

Leona’s eyes lifted up just a fraction, glancing up at him through her eyelashes. Just the sound of the word bath and her heart soared into her throat like a cloud. Roy gently tapped her chin. 

“I’ll have to keep you down in the basement again,” he murmured shortly afterwards, and it took seconds before her heart was slamming into the bottom of her stomach again. 

Her lips curved into a desperate frown. “No, please…” 

“Do you want them or not, lion?” The mercenary warned, and she swiftly shut her mouth. He seemed to find that amusing, and tucked some of her hair behind her ear like she was a delicate glass doll. How was such a cruel man capable of touching some like that? “I’ll be a few hours tops. Maybe a little more - you can cope until then, right? I’m sure you can use some tissue paper while you’re waiting.”

Leona had already thought about that. Although not the most comfortable option and a terrible one, it was worth putting up with it if he would get a load of proper products in return. Even if she had to spend another horrible minute in the basement. A few hours would probably feel like a few days. 

She slowly nodded her head, and Roy patted her cheek. “Good girl.” 

He leaned over the bath, turning it on. Leona watched curiously, biting the inside of her lip as she stared at the fresh water starting to rise. She watched as Roy rolled his sleeves up, offering her a brief glance. 

“I’ll change your bedsheets,” he told her, and she tore her eyes away from the water with a small wince. “Get you some fresh clothes. I know you don’t want to go back down there, and I know it was part of the deal that you wouldn’t have to. I’ll make it comfortable for you.” 

Leona slowly nodded her head, before her grip tightened on the crutches once more. “Tampons…” 

“Hm?” 

She dropped her gaze in embarrassment. “I prefer tampons over pads.” 

Roy was silent for a beat of a moment, before his lip curled into an amused smirk.

“Regular?” He guessed, and she shyly nodded her head. 

Although she had been terrified to be locked back in the basement, she suspected the chocolates that the mercenary gave her hadn’t been as normal as she’d thought. She briefly remembered feeling all drowsy as the man lifted her up, bundling her up in his jacket and comfortably laying her down on the basement mattress. 

When she next woke up, Roy aided her ascent back up the stairs, and the bathroom had enough packs of tampons to last her months. 

Months. 

She didn’t want to be here that long.

[painonthebrain]

Only the Beginning

Masterlist

CWs: Angel whumpee, fem whumpee (though never addressed in fic, whumpee is female/female adjacent), capture, captivity, restraints, cult setting, religion, nonbinary whumper, forced to hurt/kill, semi-cannibalism (consuming a sapient humanoid’s flesh), major character death, gore

Death marks the beginning of our protagonists’ story, recounted by the very one who met her untimely end.

My name is an Infinite Expanse of Starry Skies… and this is the story of how I died.

It’s not an easy tale to tell, nor can I put into words the experience of dying, but I will recount it as well as I can.

I was an angel, a paragon – in my mind I am still, despite no longer living.

I tended to the religious spaces of my Realm. I sat behind a confessional screen, always listening, offering peace to troubled souls. They came to me: young and old, religious and not – and laid themselves bare. Their sins, their regrets, they were mine to hold, and I took them as if they were my own. In return, I gave them words they needed to hear, ones that the Realm never gave them.

I'm not the wild creature I was made to be in my last moments.

When they found me, I was wandering their Earth, searching for someone dear. Someone I would call my love … though the two of us never made that label official despite our affections. We were as different as could be – I, a devout worshipper, and she, a clever being with a tongue gilded in silver. Her sharp edges carried me to places I can’t name, and I was there to hold her steady, balance her out.

Her intensity drew me in, and I’m not sure what part of me appealed to her — but she made sure I always knew how she felt. She’d never been vocal about her opinions except to a close few, and I knew them all. Coupled with her actions, I gained a true understanding of her. Her passions, what she valued, every quiet thought of dissent she had, how she ached to feel real again.

I supported her. I covered her with my wings and offered shelter from the world and its worries, but she pushed me away.

“This isn’t something I can ignore.”

I had no reply.

Eventually, it became too much, and she fled to these lands seeking something I couldn’t offer her.

There I followed, finding myself caught in her motion again. Like a leaf in the wind, swirling and floating on its currents, subject to its whims.

Scouring the ground, the surface soft with the beginnings of spring, I looked for her, heart aching. The new growth padded with every step I took and the sun shone in my eyes, a far cry from the light of the Angelic Realm.

No luck yet.

And there would be no more to come.

They ambushed me when I considered what to do after hours of searching — pausing my ambling and standing tall, unmoving, breathing in the air. The stillness felt tangible in the barely warm sunlight I’d found myself in … and it tore apart so easily.

Ensnared like a beast, with my limbs twisted together and my cheek digging into the dirt, they took me down. They snapped the bones of my wings with swift kicks, tied me up and carved sigils into my flesh. I wailed. My blood welled up to kiss their blades, so eager to spill, something they licked off, tasting, savoring.

They were only humans. Mortal creatures.

I was brought back to their settlement and caged.

My powers had been rendered useless, and it was no use to struggle. Yet I did, hopelessly fighting against my imprisonment, desperate to find a way out. I hated to admit it, but deep in my chest there was a sliver of fear that hurt more than it should... impaling my heart while it still beat.

Help would not come for me. Yet I fantasized anyway, watching the humans come and go.

Over time, one caught my eye.

They were fully clothed in white, with white skin and white hair, save for dark gray streaks in it. They looked to be no more than a few years into maturity. Months? I’m unsure of the rate humans age. Whatever it was, it would be the age where an angel stopped aging so quickly, where time found itself stagnating, as if it were dipped in honey.

They kept their head bowed, seeming to be an important figure in the settlement despite their age. The others would give them flowers or sweets, whisper blessings and praises to them. They accepted them with grace, tipping their head in acknowledgment and responding with hushed words.

They never talked to me. They only stared, eyes lingering on the gilded cage at the center of the settlement that held me. And I stared back.

I had no desire to speak to them, and they must have felt the same. I found no solace in their lingering gazes.

Perhaps I should have.

I was convinced we were too different. We were not the same age, truly, nor the same species. We came from two separate words, each with their own unique history and culture, one in the sky and the other dwelling on the ground. Enough to keep us apart.

They were the one to speak to me first.

“I- I’m sorry..”

I didn't respond, for fear of ruining the moment.

“I have no choice. They want me to kill you. I can’t run.

“I’ve tried so many times.

“Please understand.”

I remembered that. What they said word-for-word, the date — a few days into my captivity — everything. It had been barely a blink’s worth of time, a moment’s eternity.

That was the day I ceased to be trapped.

It was sunset.

The humans had circled around me, opened my cage and dragged me out into the open. I fought them, thrashing and spitting, snapping into a frenzy, something so unlike myself, so violent — but so right.

It’s what she would have wanted me to do.

The hazel-eyed one walked before me, knife in hand. “I’m sorry.” They said again, tears forming in their eyes. They sparkled like rare gemstones or beads of dew, glowing in the dying light.

I realized what they had told me before was a confession, and I stopped struggling, my breath catching in my lungs.

…

Oh.

We weren’t so different, were we?

They slammed their knife in my chest and I screamed, the moment shattering.

My silver blood painted the ground, wet and warm and I thrashed, bucking against the ropes holding me down.

“Please! Please stop!” I begged, shrieking. My voice was sharp. The sound of it was the same as a violin played harsh and high, the notes incorrect, the sonata it played turning into sounds of horror and prayer.

They didn’t stop. They carved open my chest, digging the blade deep into my flesh, dragging it through the meat. It hit bone, scraping against my ribs, and that was when I began to fade. My limbs were untied as my life left my body, splayed out as my heart was torn from the cavity of my chest.

I was then eaten from. Consumed inside out, bled for drinks. The tender flesh of my heart was severed by teeth, chewed and swallowed, found its home in the human’s stomach.

I had died knowing no peace.

And now I find myself here, at The Divine’s judgment.

Once again, I become unraveled, and It consumes me too.

[erdarielthewhumper]

For @whumpers-monthly's current prompt, which is "Bitten" (I hope this still fulfills the requirements of the prompt, I... may have gotten slightly carried away (pun possibly intended, and if you want to know what I mean by "pun", read the fic :P) with the story at some point, you know how narratives have minds of their own sometimes...)

Whumpee: Meldie (fantasy elf oc)

Tropes: Bitten by a monster, poison, broken bones, female whumpee

A/N: I may write a second part to this, focused on like, healing and stuff, if people are interested and/or if I happen to feel like it, but we'll see

***

She was never taking another fucking adventure job ever again. Never. Sure, they paid well, but not well enough for dealing with castle ruins where a flock of wyverns had made a nest.

Wyverns were dragons’ smaller, annoying cousins. Not that Meldie had ever seen a dragon, and she hoped she’d never have to, because wyverns were bad enough.

Sure, one of them wouldn’t be much of a challenge, but wyverns weren’t solitary, oh no. They lived in flocks of ten or so, carving caves into rock faces in the mountains or on high cliffs above the sea. Or, occasionally, made their nests in ruined castles and fortresses. And then someone decided that oh, actually, they’d like to have those ruins for whatever reason, and a hapless group of idiots in need of money would be sent to deal with the beasts so that some nobleman could do whatever they were going to do with the property.

It had started well enough; Meldie had shot at a couple of the wyverns with her crossbow, and managed to off one of them and wound another. One of her comrades, who was, she had to admit, the better archer between them, had got three. But by then the rest of the flock had been alerted and four healthy wyverns and the wounded one were all descending on the intruders together.

And that was when they’d learned that wyvern skin was too thick for a silly little fireball spell — that would easily kill thirty men in one go — to do them significant harm. They’d managed to kill the wyvern before it had quite mauled their wizard to death, but now the wizard was out of the game, and their healer had her hands full trying to ensure he stayed not dead. Which left three of them against the five wyverns, and none of them with any magic. The archer at least was good at what they did, but the big guy couldn’t aim for shit, so the only way he ever hit them with his javelin was by pure luck. Meldie was a decent shot with her crossbow, but she couldn’t draw it fast enough for it to be practical anymore.

The wyverns were now directly above them. Their tactic, if it could be called such, was to fly up high and then dive quickly down, lash at the party with claws or tail, or sometimes teeth, and then pull back up out of the reach again.

Fuck it. It was impossible to draw a crossbow and dodge the buggers at the same time, so Meldie hooked the crossbow on her belt again, raised up her shield, and stood still waiting for the next one that’d dive for her. When it did, she leapt away from the claws at the last minute, and slashed at the creature’s wing. Once the thing was grounded, she made short work of killing it.

And then there was a lightning-fast shadow dropping downwards in the corner of her eye, and a piercing pain in her right arm, and she was lifted upwards before she could do anything. A wyvern had clamped its jaws tightly around her arm, and was flying back up again.

Meldie tried to swing at its head with the edge of her shield, but it was damn hard to hit or reach anything when she was dangling from her right arm with nothing under her feet, nothing she could lean onto, and nothing she could grab a hold of. Her right shoulder felt like it was on fire. The arm itself was somewhere beyond pain; whether thanks to adrenaline or nerve damage, she no longer even felt it.

She swung her entire body, and somehow managed to get her legs clamped around the wyvern’s neck. She nearly blacked out as pain flared from her shoulder, but by the time her vision cleared, her grasp still held. She smashed at the wyvern’s head with her shield again, and this time she hit. The wyvern screeched in pain, and her mangled right arm fell from its jaws.

Which only meant that Meldie’s full armored weight and the weight of her pack of supplies was supported by nothing but her own strength, and she was hanging upside down seventy feet in the air, now above a forest beyond the ruins.

Somehow she managed to pull herself up enough to reach at the wyvern’s neck with her left hand. She cut her hand on the scales, but held onto them anyway, pulled herself upwards, let go and quickly reached further up, grabbed a hold despite the sharp edges of the scales, and did it over and over again.

When she finally found herself on top of the wyvern’s neck, she wanted nothing more than to collapse from exhaustion, but she couldn’t. The wyvern was writhing and bucking, now more interested in shaking her off than dragging her to wherever it had intended to take its would-be-prey. Meldie really, really didn’t want to fall off, so she held on as best she could.

But she couldn’t stay in the air forever, and she really didn’t want to know where she’d end up if she held on until the wyvern was forced to land. If her strength would even last that long.

She needed to get down, and jumping wasn’t an option, so she’d have to force the thing to land now. She reached backward, and once more brought her shield down, this time onto the wyvern’s wing. She hit it again and again, her strikes fueled by desperation, until finally something gave way under the shield’s edge.

The wyvern dropped a good few feet, and Meldie almost fell off then and there. The creature tried desperately to compensate, to stay up in the air, but it was going down. It was slowing its descent somewhat, and Meldie was counting on that to be enough to keep her alive, but they were still falling fast.

They crashed through the dense canopy of spruce trees at a speed that made the wood crack and splinter and fly everywhere. Then, finally, the wyvern met the ground with a thud. As the impact went through Meldie’s body, she knew she’d be bruised for a week, but she was alive.

So was the wyvern, but it wouldn’t survive those injuries for long. Meldie had lost grip of her sword when the creature had grabbed her, but she still had her dagger. She took it in her left hand, stumbled up to the still-stunned wyvern’s head, and put it out of its misery with a dagger through the eye.

Then she started prying off the scales. The big ones especially would fetch a pretty price when one knew where to sell them, and even the small ones were worth enough to buy a hot meal and a room for the night. The claws, too, but she didn’t feel it was worth the trouble trying to turn the creature over to get at them.

After gathering enough of the scales to ensure herself a few days of comfortable living in the next town she’d stay at, Meldie left the wyvern carcass and staggered off northwards. There was a village some way roughly north of here, she knew, and it was her best bet right now. She didn’t even know whether her companions had survived the rest of the wyverns, and if they had, she doubted they’d bother looking for her. They surely thought she was dead, and it wasn’t worth the time and effort to look for the body for any kind of burial, when they’d barely known each other a week, anyway.

The village wasn’t in sight yet when the sun began to set. By then Meldie was exhausted, and dizzy, and knew she could go on no longer. It was only when she fell on her knees in a little, sheltered ditch under a huge, ancient spruce tree that she realized that half the dizziness was probably due to blood loss, rather than exhaustion.

Her right arm was a mess; the bones had been crushed by the bite, and it was bleeding badly. Elves were a little more durable than humans, but Meldie knew she’d been seriously pushing her luck. She dug up a spare shirt from her backpack and didn’t even bother tearing it to strips, just wrapped it around her arm as tightly as she could manage. She tore off a strip of another to tie around her left hand, over the cuts the wyvern scales had left in her palm.

Exhaustion and blood loss were pulling her into darkness. She fought them just long enough to take a swig from her waterskin and choke down a bit of hardtack before sliding into sleep.

— — —

When she woke up, the pain was even worse than when she’d fallen asleep. She found she could not move her right shoulder or arm at all, and the pain radiated to the rest of her body so that any movement in general left her gasping and with tears in her eyes. Her vision was blurry, all detail lost, but when she glanced down at her arm, the blood soaking the makeshift bandages was now bright purple.

Shit. Was wyvern-bite poisonous? She hadn’t known that.

She needed to get out of here, she needed to get somewhere with other people. With a healer. She couldn’t die like this, not alone in the forest on as stupid a quest as this had been. The village. It couldn’t be far now, could it?

It was only because of her memories from last night that she knew which way was north. She couldn’t see much right now, and as soon as she stood up, she felt dizzy again. Her legs felt like they could give out at any moment.

In a fog of pain and dizziness, seeing nothing but vague, blurry shapes and colors, Meldie stumbled and staggered and sometimes just crawled onwards through the woods. She didn’t know how long it had been, but eventually she came to a smoother bit of land, a worn path through the forest. She staggered on along the path, her breathing now coming in painful, ragged gasps.

When she felt a hand on her left arm, her first reaction was to fight, but she was slow, and too weak to even pull herself away. Her vision was now entirely gone, and most sounds drowned in white noise, her entire world had been reduced to nothing but pain and fear.

The hand gripped her arm more firmly, and another wrapped around her waist. She was vaguely aware of human voices, but they were distant and garbled and she couldn’t make sense of them.

She was aware of her legs failing, of a falling sensation, slowed by the hands around her. Then someone was laying her down, she felt fabric underneath her, and was lifted up again on the fabric…

After some indeterminable amount of time, it might have been seconds or minutes or hours later, there was more indistinct talking, and hands grabbed her again and lifted her onto some hard surface. She felt someone tugging at the straps of her breastplate, opening the laces of her gambeson, taking away her clothes and armor. What were they doing to her? She tried to writhe and struggle and fight against it, but nothing seemed to have any effect.

Someone held up her head and put something cold on her lips. Bitter-tasting liquid trickled into her mouth. She tried to spit it out and felt it dribble from the corners of her mouth and down her chin, but the cup at her lips wasn’t taken away and finally it was either swallow the liquid or choke on it, so she swallowed and felt it chill her throat on the way down.

Everything had been getting darker and more distant for a while now, and finally darkness took her again.

She woke up to the sound of approaching footsteps. When she opened her eyes, her vision was still blurry, but she thought she could make out the log walls of a small room, and a low ceiling above her. She was lying on a straw-filled mattress in a narrow bed, covered with an itchy wool blanket. Her arm — now covered in actual bandages rather than the first bit of cloth she’d found in her pack — and her shoulder still hurt terribly, and the pain radiated from there to her side and her chest. She laid as still as she could, knowing that to move would be to cause herself more pain.

A figure appeared in the doorway. Meldie couldn’t make out much of his features, not even when he came further into the room, only the faded gray-blue color of his tunic and the white, shoulder-length mane of hair. He came to stand by her bed, put something down on the small bedside table, and bent down towards her.

Meldie flinched back as far as she could. Her vision flared white with pain. She hissed and snarled, as much in fear as in pain. The man drew back, shook his head, and said something.

It took a moment for Meldie’s mind to figure out the right language and local dialect, and by then she could no longer recall what the man had actually said. She managed to find the word for “what?” and asked it, hoping that this time she could understand the reply.

“Calm down”, the man said gently. “You have been hurt badly, and lost much blood, and the poison still has hold of your body. Spare your strength, do not waste it like that.”

Meldie nodded weakly, and the man bent down again. Even this close she could not make out the details of his face, but he helped her sit up, supported by the wall behind her. He took the cup he’d put down on the bedside table, and lifted up her left hand and pressed the cup into it.

“It’s an antidote to the wyvern-poison”, he said at her questioning look. “Drink it. I have already given you some, but you need more, and may need for some days still. It is a stubborn poison, hard to purge from the body.”

Cautiously, but knowing she could do nothing else, Meldie obeyed. She did not like how her hand shook as she brought the cup to her lips and how heavy it felt in her hands. She did not like being weak and at the mercy of strangers, and was more than a little afraid at finding herself in such circumstances. Still, she choked down the cold, bitter drink, and let the man take the cup from her hand and ease her down to lie on the bed again.

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@evilwriter37 and @wolfeyedwitch you asked to be tagged so here you go! :D

[just-whump-things]

ok but what if, like, whumper wasn’t a big, y’know, intimidating dude like we would normally picture? what if whumper wasn’t even a dude? what if whumper was a girl of small stature that isn’t intimidating at all. but as soon as she walks in, whumpee starts trembling and whimpering and already starts begging her to not do it. no one understands how she could hurt whumpee. i mean, c’mon. they’ve never even seen her hurt a fly, how could she torture whumpee like that?

[whumpthefifth]

fem Whumper telling fem whumpee she’s a good girl. You agree

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Meeting Alaric

Alaric Masterlist

Y/N stirred on something soft. Her head felt like it was filled with cotton, and when she tried to move, her limbs wouldn’t seem to cooperate. Bright lights shone through her closed eyes, and when Y/N opened them, everything was blurry. The sound of a door opening made Y/N try to lift her head.

“Ah, awake already,” a voice echoed.

Before Y/N knew it, a man was standing over her. He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He had piercing blue eyes, long, black hair, and pale skin. He wore a white lab coat, and glasses, which he adjusted with a finger. He smiled down at Y/N.

“Who,” Y/N started, it was a fight to get her words out for some reason, “who’re you? Where’m I?”

“My name is Alaric,” the man said, “I’m your doctor. And you’re in my facility.”

“Facility?” Y/N asked weakly, “I don’t understand…”

“Ah, I suppose a better term would be “psychiatric hospital”,” Alaric amended, “not to worry though. You’re in good hands, I promise I’ll take very good care of you.”

Psychiatric hospital!? Why!? How!? Y/N didn’t remember getting admitted to a hospital. Now that she thought about it, she couldn’t remember much of anything. The last thing that came to mind was passing by some abandoned building in the city, then, nothing. What was going on!? Y/N’s breaths came in short gasps, and her eyes were blown wide.

“Easy, easy,” Alaric soothed, running a hand up and down Y/N’s arm, “don’t panic. You’re perfectly safe here. I know there’s a lot of things that don’t make sense right now, but I’m going to get you well again, you’ll see.”

Alaric sat Y/N up in bed. He leaned her head against the padded wall and produced a small, white pill.

“I need you to take this for me,” Alaric said, “it’ll help you start to get better.”

“Wait, no-”

This was all happening too fast for Y/N to process. Why was she unwell? Why couldn’t she remember anything? What was in that pill?

“Y/N, I need you to cooperate with me here,” Alaric said gently, “it’s for your own good, you know.”

Y/N looked at Alaric with wide, scared eyes. Alaric’s gaze softened.

“How about I get you some water to take it with?” he asked gently.

Y/N blinked, then nodded. Alaric smiled then left the room, returning shortly with a paper cup of water. He held it and the pill out for her to take. Y/N reluctantly took the pill and washed it down with the water.

“Very good,” Alaric praised.

Y/N leaned back against the wall.

“Why… am I unwell?” Y/N asked.

“Oh,” Alaric said, “there’s a myriad of reasons, I’m afraid. You’re having trouble with your memory for a start, and difficulty discerning between reality and your imagination.”

Alaric talked for a few more minutes, but as he spoke Y/N was finding it hard to listen. The bed she was in felt so soft, and her eyes kept drooping closed. Y/N fell asleep a moment later.

…

Alaric stopped talking when he noticed Y/N drifting off. He smiled, maneuvering her into a laying position and pulling the blanket up to her chin. He had had other test subjects before, but this one seemed… special. Maybe a different type of experiment was in order for her.

ko-fi

tags:  @mythixmagic @infinityshadows @fishtale88 @thelazywitchphotographer @the-beasts-have-arrived @princessofonwardsworld @surplus-of-sarcasm

[lindsay00000008]

About Me:

Call me Lindsay 💚 ✍🏻 🎨 🌿

Howdy! I’m new to posting on Tumblr! I’ve got ramblings and story snippets for ya (and art!). I mainly enjoy writing whump and fantasy OCs, but I write some fanfic too!

She/her, bi (💍➡️🤷🏻‍♂️), ‘98 (👵🏻)

Posting since March 2024 / About Me updated September 2024

Pet Whump Masterlist (in slooowww progress)

Ghost x JustAFriend/Fem!Reader

Fandoms:

Whump! The OA, Hannibal (NBC), Zelda, COD, Helldivers, JJK (only for the Suguru/Satoru discourse and also Sukuna is hot) any video game where I can use a bow and arrow or build a house, booktok

Genre interests:

Fantasy (historical, historical AU, original world, isekai)

If modern, would be an AU (omegaverse, magic, multiple worlds, post-apocalypse) OR have something interesting/dark enough to tide me over (serial killer, criminal underworld, etc)

Whump: 80% hurt, 20% comfort. But I love when they’re combined (e.g. caretaker witnesses or is even somehow responsible for the whump, or intimate whumper is comforting whumpee as they whump)

Fav authors: Diana Wynne Jones (whimsical!), C.S Lewis (fantastical!), my sister (who is my mirror and notepad!)

Interacting with me:

Writers…

✅If a post does not use character names, use the scene/prompt/dialogue/idea however you like! You can even continue a snippet in your own part 2 post or reblog (even if I end up continuing it myself). I like to see where different authors take a scene or inspiration. If you’re not sure you can hop on and continue a specific post of mine, drop a comment! Please credit or [link to post] if you’re inspired by something specific, but no biggie.

❌If a post does use character names, or is a reader x character fan fic with multiple parts, I have more of an investment and I’d like to keep those as my own.

Readers…

Most story snippets with romance/smut will be hetero but I’ll keep ramblings, whumspo, etc nonspecific

I love any kind of feedback. I especially love comments! Feel free to tag me if you think I'd like something, or send me a request! (I yearn for a stuffed ask box)

Friends…

I’m currently learning Welsh 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 (did you know theres a welsh translation of Manacled?). I have a degree in Chinese 🇨🇳 (and linguistics) as well as intermediate skill in Korean 🇰🇷 (though I’m way out of practice in those). You can message me in those languages too!

⚠️Blog Content / Trigger Warnings⚠️

General - Sexually explicit and/or violent content. 18+ MDNI.

Why do I like whump? (Link)

If there's a post you think needs an extra CW, no matter how specific, let me know!

My posts may include:

Smump (Smut + Whump in the same scene/event)

Non/dubcon (I enjoy finding reasons my characters should smash other than because they desire to (e.g. sex pollen, appease a God, break a curse, share life force, etc) May include consent given without full understanding of circumstances or identity (e.g. sex with the man who killed their father, who then tries to kill them etc)

Omegaverse (including hetero)

MF pairings, MMF pairings, MMMF... uh... etc

Breeding, choking, BDSM (the usual)

Monsters (But I’m picky. Yautja is probably my limit. Mostly humanoids.)

Religious trauma / Purity culture / Cults / Grooming (sexual or otherwise - never physical, always evil)

Pet/slave whump, systemic or just for fun, conditioning, dehumanization

Dad/Mom issues, loud men trauma, narcissism, republicans, being a general disappointment to caretakers

Medical whump & experimentation, time gaps/amnesia, seizures, drug usage, hallucination, general illness (although I’m not into bedside caretaker stories unless a whumper is still involved)

Mental illness (anxiety/adhd specifically from personal experience, ptsd, responding to triggers, flashbacks, panic attacks, dissociation, suicidal ideation (including casual), self harm impulses, etc)

Torture, gore, blood, scarring, noncon body mod or surgery, sensory deprivation, food restriction, self harm

Fantasy violence, damsels in distress, generally un-feminist tropes (lol)

Born-sexy-yesterday - magically mature bodies/minds (ex. Nymph born from a flower, magical artifact awakened to serve a master, someone was turned into a cat as a child and has just been returned to human in their twenties)

Age gap (no minors e.g. 32 y/o x 20 y/o, 500+ y/o creature x 20 y/o Human)

Death (including minors)

Content will NOT include:

Full-on willful noncon to MC, or extreme whump/maiming to MC without reason or resolution (unless done by irredeemable villains who are later violently slaughtered).

I like my MCs to have a resolution to any trauma or injury faced. I like them to be saved before the breaking point, or at least have their pain acknowledged and healed. As a writer it helps me feel in control. If I would have a hard time giving my MC a happily ever after, I'm less likely to write it that way.

Poor hygiene in combination with whump, smut, smump, or general intimacy. Like infected wounds, bodily functions etc (unless plot or worldbuilding related - e.g., where do pet whumpees take a leak?)

I'm a bit of a weeny and like my MCs healthy and clean, even if they're getting tortured :) If they throw up they will quickly get cleaned up etc

Intense description of injury to toddler, infant, fetus or very pregnant person

Pregnancy body horror and writing children suffering gives me heebie jeebies. Also, will not write pregnancy as a happy ending because it terrifies me irl lol

Minors in sexual scenes

Reminder that this does not include grooming by villains. If I did write something like that, it would be verbal or implied only and never physical (e.g. a woman raised to be the perfect, obedient wife might have some groomy backstory scenes)

Terrible note to end on. Anyway, enjoy my stuff!

[avvail-whumps]

Hey since you did vampire au. Can you do one with gender switch...( of chp 30 👀 )

thank you to the other anon for the fem roy name suggestion it’s use has been long overdue🫡

The mercenary set Leona down gently against the edge of the tub, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt as she leaned over to turn the water on.

The running noise filled the bathroom, Leona’s spine shivering slightly when she felt Reine’s fingers brushing through her dirty blonde hair. Her puffy eyes slid up to meet her icy gaze, resisting the urge to sniffle.

She gently eased her back up to her feet, the woman’s hands hot against her waist. Leona resisted the urge to squirm, especially when those fingers began to tug at her shirt.

“Lift your arms up, lion,” she whispered smoothly, an edge of something seductive on her tongue. Leona’s stomach coiled. “I have to help you, after all.”

Her cheeks burned red. The idea of being stripped down to nothing in front of her captor was humiliating, with the state of her ragged body. Whether it was through fear, her arms slowly rose up, and Reine eased the shirt along with it.

She felt the cold air hit her bare skin, and she wasn’t quick enough to cover her chest from the mercenary’s assaulting eyes. They darkned, just for a moment, before a hand slid under the waistband of her pants.

She held her breath as she helped her step out of them, taking her underwear with her. There was an absence of her bra, but she hadn’t been with one for weeks now. Reine’s didn’t exactly fit.

Leona burned with humiliation. This was awful, possibly the worst thing she’d been subjected to for a while, even with the other mercenaries gone.

She desperately attempted to cover herself, tucking herself just that little bit closer so she could avoid Reine’s curious gaze. She tried to ignore the way the woman’s hands skidded along her thighs as she rose back up, settling back on her waist.

Fingers tapped under her chin, revealing Leona’s beet red face.

“Are you a little shy, baby?” She purred, her lips curved into a knowing smirk. “How about I make it a bit easier for you?”

Before Leona could ponder on what she meant, Reine was peeling off her own shirt. She almost stuttered on her own breaths, wide eyes staring at her tall, lean figure on full display.

It didn’t go amiss, all of her innocent staring, but Reine could only chuckle softly under her breath. The rest of her clothes were gone, finally unclipping her bra and tossing it in the laundry basket.

Her fingers went back under Leona’s chin, tilting her head back.

“Eyes up here, lion,” she murmured softly, and the secretary’s eyes obediently jumped up, flushing with embarrassment from her own actions. The woman switched off the water, and gently helped Leona into the tub. She went with her, the water rising to the edges of the tub, and her constant presence behind her was making her stomach twist.

Reine effortlessly tied up her black hair, before brushing Leona’s off her shoulders, bringing it back to her shoulder blades. Goosebumps littered along her skin, no matter how warm the water was.

“Don’t soak your fingers, alright?” She warned her gently, tilting her head back. She drizzled water on her hair, nails pleasantly scratching her skull as she washed all of the dirt and grime out, soothing Leona’s beating heart.

Her cheeks remained a cute little red, Reine couldn’t help but notice, but she refrained from teasing her just yet.

Once her blonde locks had been thoroughly washed, she lathered up the flannel with body wash, starting from her shoulders and gently washing her body. Leona could only sit there obediently, as still as a statue, because when Reine leaned closer to reach the front of her chest, her heart had started pounding again and she wanted to squirm.

She was sure Reine was letting her touches linger far longer than she should, and it was apparently obvious that Leona couldn’t keep as still as she’d hoped.

She felt the mercenary’s chest against her back, soapy hands gently gliding across her collarbone, just teasing the dip of her breasts.

“Something the matter, lion?” She purred, as if she didn’t know what she was doing.

Leona tried to shake her head, but her touches were driving her crazy, and she’d missed when she touched her like this. It had been far too long. Reine hummed against her neck, kissing the skin there softly. She pulled Leona back so she was lying against her chest, hand dipping under the water to tease the inside of her thigh.

“Legs up,” she ordered, the lilt of her voice making Leona practically moan. She made sure to watch her injuries, but all of that drained out of her mind once Reine’s fingers slid between her thighs, and she showed her just what she’d missed out on since her contract.

[snakebites-and-ink]

My Whump Trope Likes and Dislikes

Favorite tropes:

Conditioning/Brainwashing (MY BELOVED)

Whumper-turned-Whumpee (in any capacity, but especially yummy if it’s Caretaker whumping them, especially especially if it’s to make former Whumper “sorry” for what they did)

Carewhumpers

^In a similar vein, the “new whumper is nicer than the former whumper” trope

Pet whump

Living Weapon Whump

Slavery

Stockholm Syndrome

When a Whumpee internalizes stuff, or deludes themself as part of a coping mechanism, and it really messes with their head

I also enjoy a lot of stuff that didn’t quite make the favorites list! If it’s whump and it’s not on my nos, squicks, or picky list, chances are pretty good that I either enjoy it already or would be open to it.

Hard Nos:

Extreme whump of a child

Sexually graphic content

Squicks: (not as hard-and-fast as the hard nos are)

Other kinds of whump of a minor

Non-medically-necessary removal of a body part (amputation, tooth-pulling, etc.) (the permanence of it is a major part of what squicks me out, so if it’s done to someone who can regrow/replace it, it’s much less likely to bother me.)

Hand gore/fingore

Tongue bifurcation

Anything involving urine/feces/etc.

Extreme infantilization/age regression

Some kinds of eye gore

Most vampire enthrallment (which baffles me, because I really like other kinds of mind control and I’m not certain how I developed this as a squick.) (Sorry to those of my dear mutuals who love this, you do you but I'm not gonna touch it.)

One very specific flavor of hopelessness/powerlessness that I can’t really articulate, it’s an I-know-it-when-I-see-it thing. (I certainly don’t expect anyone to avoid/cater to this ill-defined squick when interacting with me, I just mention it so you’ll know wth I’m talking about if I say I can’t do something because it hits this squick.)

Not exactly the same as a squick but idk where else to put this: forced/dubcon crossdressing (specifically of a man made to wear fem clothing) can make me feel dysphoric secondhand so I hate reading/seeing most cases of that too.

Stuff I’m picky about: (can enjoy or can get squicked out by it depending)

Animalization

Recapture

There’s probably more that I’ll add to the list when something reminds me of it.

I enjoy both original work and generic/nameless stuff, but fanfiction is not my personal cup of tea.

[tss-whumper]

my whump intro!

hey, gang!! i'm annie, you might know me from my main blog (@prodigal-explorer). this is my side blog, and it's a place for all things sanders sides whump! whump isn't a very big thing in this fandom, but i really love it and i think this fandom has so much whump potential.

to clear things up for anyone confused, whump is basically a genre of fanfic/headcanons/content where characters (they are called whumpees) are being hurt either by other characters (they are called whumpers) or by natural elements such as sickness and weather. sometimes, there are characters who help whumpees feel better, or protect them from whumpers (they are called caretakers). whump is sort of like hurt/comfort, but there's not always the guarantee of comfort. whether or not there's comfort is up to personal preference! when it comes to whump, pretty much any kind of pain/injury/hurt is on the table, so when engaging with it, it's important to read tags carefully, just for your own safety!

with this blog, the characters from sanders sides will be playing whumpees, whumpers, and caretakers in an assortment of ways! characters will not always be named. sometimes it will just be (side a) or (side b), or it will just be labeled as "whumper" or "whumpee" if i don't really have a sanders sides character in mind for the scenario.

more info about my page and what i will and won't write below! (warning: i don't censor any of my words, so proceed with caution if that bothers you. some of the content i mention is very sensitive.)

whump themes/ideas/characters/tropes i LOVE writing:

whumpee!roman

whumpee!logan

caretaker!janus

caretaker!remus

caretaker!virgil

whumper!patton

emotional/verbal abuse

physical abuse

familial abuse

religious trauma

pet whump

whumpee turned caretaker

caretaker turned whumpee

caretaker turned whumper

small whumper and large whumpee

medieval whump

canonverse whump

non-canonverse whump

ropes/chains

stress positions

inhumane punishments (especially when they have significant meanings in the story)

sunshine character who is secretly the whumper

whumpers who genuinely think they're doing the right thing

whumpees who are bad people

caretakers who don't know how to be a caretaker/bad caretaker

unreliable narrator

eating disorders

humiliation

age gaps (as long as they're painted in a bad light)

whumpees of marginalized communities (poc, lgbtq+ besides gay cis white men, disabled, fat, jewish, etc.) because there is NOT ENOUGH OF THAT IN THE WHUMP COMMUNITY. i get it's tricky territory and you have to be careful with it, but why are little white guys the only ones getting rescued and taken care of?

descriptive fics

multi-chapter fics

one-shots

drabbles

bullet fics

songfics

scriptfics

whump themes/ideas/characters/tropes i WILL write:

blood/gore

whumpee turned whumper

whumper turned whumpee

suicidal thoughts/ideation

sa/noncon

prostitution

boxboy (though i don't have much experience, so i will be learning as i go!)

whumpee!virgil

whumpee!janus

whumpee!remus

caretaker!roman

caretaker!logan

whumper!virgil

whumper!remus

whumper!janus

whumper!logan

lady whump (it's not my favorite but i'll do it)

delusions

sick whump

emento

wilderness whump

child whump

children whumping children

whump with remy/sleep, c!thomas, and emile picani (i'll write them as any role, whumpee/whumper/caretaker)

whumpee x caretaker (as long as it's not codependent)

toxic whumpee x whumper (where it's clear that the relationship is not a good one)

whumpee x whumpee

courtroom scenes

major character death

unhappy endings

happy endings

bittersweet endings

whump themes/ideas/characters/tropes i WILL NOT write:

whumpee!patton

caretaker!patton

whumper!roman

tiny whump (just not my thing)

fem side x masc side (especially when the whumpee is the fem side)

any whump involving thomas sanders (like the real person) or any of his friends.

anything relating to bodily waste

detailed descriptions of needles (it just freaks me out lol)

feel free to send in an ask requesting anything you want me to write or react to, as long as it's not in the "will not write" category. if you don't see what you want listed anywhere, just assume that i will write it! there isn't a lot that i don't do, but i will not negotiate with the boundaries i have, so please don't try to convince me!

[bayothemayo]

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Key: Orange Text = Whumptober

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Phantom Thieves

"The Don't Care About You." Series (Unfinished)

Synopsis: The Phantom Thieves have been unintentionally pushing you away. Every time you ask to hang out they make excuses. In turn, you develop a palace, showing some of your deeper issues. Part 1: The Don't Care About You (Phantom Thieves x Reader) Part 2: Miscommunication (Phantom Thieves x Reader) Part 3: Suppressed Suffering (Phantom Thieves x Reader)

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Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya

~ Akira Kurusu with a Reckless S/O ~

Burnt Out (Ren Amamiya x Reader)

💕 Akira Kurusu Relationship Head canons (Female Reader) 💕

💔 Fate is Not With You (Ren Amamiya x Reader)💔

Ren Amamiya with Shy S/O

Akira Kurusu with an S/O who is like Yor from Spy x Family

Wearing His Clothes (Akira Kurusu x Female Reader)

Akira Kurusu, Yu Narukami, and Minato Arisato Mets Reader Who Summons Their Persona Differently

Akira Kurusu x S.E.E.S! Reader Headcannons

Pain (Ren Amamiya x Reader)

Insomnia (Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya x Reader)

Coming Out As A Transmasculine

Long Day (Akira Kurusu x Fem Reader)

Guardian of the Phantom Thieves (Akira Kurusu x Motherly! Reader)

Crushing More Than Once (Akira Kurusu x Reader x Yusuke Kitagawa)

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Goro Akechi

Betrayal + Reluctant Whumper (Goro Akechi x Reader)

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Yusuke Kitagawa

Crushing More Than Once (Akira Kurusu x Reader x Yusuke Kitagawa)

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Ryuji Sakamoto

Ryuji Sakamoto x Reader Headcannons

Requited Love (Ryuji x Male! Reader)

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The Investigation Team

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Yu Narukami

~Too Tired to Study (Yu Narukami x Sleepy! Reader)~

Akira Kurusu, Yu Narukami, and Minato Arisato Mets Reader Who Summons Their Persona Differently

"Just Hold On." (Yu Narukami x Reader)

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Naoto Shirogane

(None)

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S.E.E.S

Panic (Persona 3)

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Minato Arisato/Makoto Yuki

Comfort with the Rain (Minato Arisato x Gender-Neutral Reader)

~Minato Arisato with an Outgoing and Talkative S/O~

Akira Kurusu, Yu Narukami, and Minato Arisato Mets Reader Who Summons Their Persona Differently

"Can You Hear Me?" (Minato Arisato/Makoto Yuki x Reader)

"I Don't Feel So Good." (Minato Arisato/Makoto x Reader)

Minato Arisato/Makoto Yuki Calming You Down Headcanons (Minato Arisato/Makoto Yuki x Jealous!Reader)

Makoto Yuki with a Physically Affectionate S/O (Makoto Yuki x Reader)

Sora

Sora + Child! Reader (WIP)

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Junko Enoshima

(None)

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Mukuro Ikusaba

Mukuro Ikusaba x Reader Romantic Headcanons

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Celestia Lundenberg

Should Have Been Me (Celestia Ludenberg x Reader)

Izuru Kamukura

Need to Sleep (Izuru Kamukura x Sleep Deprived Reader)

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Hajime Hinata

(None)

Nagito Komaeda

Informed (Nagito Komaeda x Reader)

Affection (Nagito Komaeda x Affectionate Reader) + (Maki Harukawa x Affectionate Reader)

"You're A Liar." (Nagito Komaeda x Reader)

Kokichi Oma

(None)

Maki Harukawa

Affection (Maki Harukawa x Affectionate Reader) + (Nagito Komaeda x Affectionate Reader)

Kris Dreemurr

A Little Out of The Ordinary: "This wasn't supposed to happen!" (Kris x Reader) (?)

"You in There?" (Kris Dreemurr x Reader)

The Main Party

Hair's Breadth From Death: Impaled (SMT IV:A x Reader)

Everything Hurts and I am Dying: Back From the Dead (SMT IV:A)

Journal (SMT IV:A x Reader)

"It's All For Nothing." (SMT IV:A x Reader)

Nanashi

Happy Valentine's Day Nanashi! (WIP)

Hero x Villain

Hero x Villain Mini-Series (1)

Part 1: Nowhere to Run: Cornered (Hero x Villain) Part 2: Dead on Your Feet: Waking Up Disoriented (Hero x Villain) Part 3: Proof of Life: "I've got a pulse." (Hero x VIllain)

Original Content/Prompts

The Way You Shake And Shiver: Panic Attack (Orginal Content)

[i-eat-worlds]

1. What got you into whump?

3. Least favourite type of whump?

4. What do you wish you saw more in this community?

12. Favourite type of whumper?

for the whump ask game <2

thanks for the ask!

What got you into whump?

I’ve been in it since I was little, but I blame my grandma’s EMT textbook

3. Least favourite type of whump?

recapture. A little light kidnapping is fine but I’m not to a second long term captivity. Except for Honor Bound for some reason lol

4. What do you wish you saw more in this community?

Hmmmm. Fem whump. And more exploration of conditioned whumpees. I love this but it’s more fun when they complexity

12. Favourite type of whumper?

Love evil surgeons. They’re so fun. However, any sort of institutional very powerful asshole also works

[personalwriting-prompts]

Random prompt idea I just had

Whumper takes fem!POW whumpee to a fancy party for whatever reason

The shoes she had been forced into were too small and pinched her feet, making her want to sit. whumper told her that she was only allowed to sit if he did, and he had been standing nonstop since they arrived. Her feet hurt like hell. The beautiful gown she had been forced into would have fit perfectly if she didn’t have yards of bandages wrapped around her ribs and stomach. Instead, it only pressed painfully on her bruises and other injuries. She had the ever-present threat of electrocution from the bracelets on her wrists if she wandered too far. She decided it would be best to hang onto his arm all night to alleviate said threat.

Ignoring whumper's conversation, whumpee looked around the large banquet hall, hoping not to see anyone she knew. There were men scattered along the walls as security. Many had blue-painted armor, but it was too light. Too pastel. None of them were her boys. No one would recognize her, and no one would rescue her. She had never felt so alone. Not even in the solitude of the cell whumper had constantly thrown her in when he was finished with the day’s torture session and relentless questioning.

Makeup hid the bags under her eyes and another whumpee had been forced to bathe her and do her hair. Lipstick hid most of the cracks in her lips. It stung when some managed to make it into them or when she had to reapply it. whumper made her drink the cheap champagne supplied to the partygoers. As it slid down, it burned her lips and raw throat, but she pushed any tears back. She would be shocked if she didn’t keep the act up, her wrists were raw enough from the constant rubbing of her typical restraints. She took another glass and some food from the tray someone had come by with. She was starving and wanted to rip it out of the poor man’s hands. Instead, she quietly ate the small amount and scanned the room again, stopping when she saw someone she knew and quickly looked away. She could only hope they hadn’t seen her too.

“No, no, no, no, no, no.” She repeatedly thought, “don’t come over here. Don’t look over here. Don’t see me. I’m not here. No, no, no, no, no, no.”

whumper wrapped his arm around her waist, intentionally pressing on a particularly painful area. She held back a wince when he leaned over and whispered in her ear, “Guess who just showed up to this amazing party. You better smile and play along that you’re happy and taken care of when they come over here. Or else.”

Whumpee nodded and looked at the floor, taking a deep breath. When she looked up, there they were, pushing their way through the crowd to get to them.

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Whump Challenge

I got tagged by @whump-captain to participate in the challenge. If you see this and want to participate, feel free! Don't by shy~ 1. Favorite whump trope(s)? Anything that'll make a whumpee bleed from the side. Shot, stabbed, you name it !

2. Least favorite whump trope(s)? I'm really not into whump with a whumper or pet whump. 

3. Top 3 whump scenes and why? No.6 episode 11. Oh man, this whole episode goes so hard, if you know, you know Detective Conan Chapter 251-254. I remember obsessively rereading these chapters as a 8yo kid No third place because there are 100 scenes fighting for the 3rd place in my head so I'll leave this empty

4. Top 3 characters to whump and why? Lance from Voltron. I love goofballs getting whumped. The switch between their goofy personalities to just pain, yes. Kaeya from Genshin. If anyone has good whump fanfics, please send them this way. This man is a walking whumpee Can't think of a 3rd character so I'll say my OC Birb 

5. Favorite fandom for whump (show, series, etc)? Anime/manga, animated show (Voltron, Avatar, in these kind of styles where adults look like adults) or Webtoons 

6. Do you prefer written or watchable whump? Watchable but I also enjoy written 

7. Do you also like hurt/comfort? Hell yes ! 

8. What do you think the difference between hurt/comfort and whump is? Hurt/comfort : gentle pat pat to soothe the pain Whump : stab stab to do the pain 

9. How would you explain whump to someone who’s not familiar with it? Angst but add pain, blood and injuries to it. 

10. Is there any old whump you particularly enjoy? (say, pre 2000?) It's gonna be 2000 exactly : Mulan. The moment when she realised she got hurt by Shan Yu. 

11. Why do you think you like whump? Good question it's always been there since I was really young. 

12. When did you realize you liked whump? Never, as mentioned before, it kinda was there all the time. 

13. Favorite posts with whump (gifsets, picspams, etc) ✨Art✨ 

14. Are you “out” to people in real life? My bff know that I love "angst" especially when it's bloody. I think I told them once that I found the whump community, but I'm sure I didn't say the word whump specifically 

15. How did you find the whump community? I was probably looking at "injured" or similar tags until I think I found an anime whump gifset and connected the dots when I saw the tag "whump" 

16. Any unusual mediums you like for whump (plays, music, vlogs, etc)? Stock photos. With enough imaginations, lots of things can be whumpy. It's like using a filter but with your brain. 

17. Any meta about whump you’ve been dying to share? None that I think of at the moment. 

18. Whump fic(s) you’d love to see? I'd love to read some Thoma whump from Genshin Impact. Haven't check now if there's something new with him 

19. Whump you’re looking forward to? (Maybe something teased or something you haven’t seen yet?) I am well fed with whump at the moment 👌 

20. Top 3 favorite whump fics? Oh god. I never save fics and then regret it when I want to read them again. The Purity of Sin by IcyPanther. I red it in one sitting before going to bed and then I realized it's 4am when I was finished There was a fanfic with Lance getting pneumonia while being stranded with Shiro and I can't find it ;-; A fic with my fem!Hawkle and Fenris my bff wrote me a few years ago 👌

21. Tropes you think are overdone? Whumper/Whumpee and captive whump. Let whumpees be hurt by nature in the wild far from any humans for a change. 

22. Tropes you think we could use more of? Environmental whump or whump without a whumper. 

23. Favorite sites/archives for consuming whump? Tumblr, AO3, Pinterest, Youtube 

24. Have your whump preferences changed recently? If so, why? Recently nothing has changed, but I'm always down to explore new tropes. Like I did with a tiny whumpee some times ago