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[whump-for-comfort]

My second entry for the @whumperless-whump-event! This one is two prompts combined.

Day 2: Alt Prompt: Seizure + Day 3: Like a record, baby: Vertigo

Characters: Generic (whumpee + caretaker + medic)

Warnings: None, appart from a breif mention of nausea.

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“Whumpee? Whumpee, can you hear me, love?”

Everything was sore and Whumpee groaned. Their head was pillowed on something soft, yet the rest of their body was lying on the hard floor. Caretaker’s capable hands were carding through their hair, and despite all the pain and the unknowns, they relaxed into the sensation.

“They're coming back,” Medic said somewhere above them, and Whumpee recognised their hand clutched around their wrist. “You ok, Whumpee?”

Whumpee groaned again and cracked their eyes open.

They was lying on the floor, curled on their side. All they could see from their vantage point was the bottom of the bookshelves, Medic's knees as they crouched in front of their prone body, and their own hand curled in front of them. Their other hand was resting in Medic's lap, Medic's fingers over Whumpee's pulse point.

They attempted to move their head to locate Caretaker, but shut their eyes against the barrel of vertigo that hit them. They moaned and curled further in on themself.

“Dizzy?” Medic asked. Whumpee grunted an affirmative; nodding was not an attractive idea.

At least Caretaker’s hand in their hair was a welcome distraction.

“First aid kits still under the sink, right?” Medic asked Caretaker, and Whumpee heard Caretaker's affirmative before Medic stood to retrieve it.

“Let’s get you sitting up, love,” Caretaker said softly. “Come on, you can lean against me. Up you come.”

With Caretaker's hands under their armpits, they helped Whumpee up into a reclined sitting position. Even with their eyes closed, the vertigo made itself known, it was as if they were on board a ship on rough waves.

They were pulled between Caretaker’s legs, their head against Caretaker's chest, cradled in their arms. They relaxed against them and let them take the entirety of their weight.

“What happened?” Whumpee grumbled. They kept their eyelids pressed firmly together; opening their eyes would do no good for their stomach.

“You had another seizure,” Caretaker provided. They rubbed up and down the side of Whumpee’s arm in a comforting gesture and pressed a kiss into their hair. “You might have hit your head on the floor as you went down.”

Whumpee groaned again. “Hurts.”

“Your head?” Caretaker began to run gentle fingertips through Whumpee's hair, stopping only when Whumpee winced. “Ah. You’ve got a little bump.”

“And perhaps a concussion,” Medic added as they re-entered the room, presumably with the first aid kit, but Whumpee didn’t want to risk opening their eyes to find out.

The air stirred as Medic crouched down in front of Whumpee. They heard a zipper being pulled and rummaging in the kit, then a click and a burst of light that made the insides of Whumpee’s eyelids glow red. “You’re gonna have to open your eyes, Whumpee. I’m sorry, but I need to check your pupils.”

Whumpee cautiously opened their eyes as if preparing to squint into the sun.

The light burned, and it took all of Whumpee’s willpower to not cringe away from it. They forced themselves to look into Medic's face as they brought the light into their eyes and away again in brisk movements. Whumpee must have made a noise of discomfort, for Caretaker had begun to shush them softly.

“A mild concussion,” Medic reported finally, clicking the torch off again. “You should be alright, but I’d recommend bedrest for the rest of the day. No falling asleep, though. Caretaker, you’ll have to stay with them.”

“Of course,” Caretaker said readily, and Whumpee couldn’t help the affectionate smile that leaked out behind the pain.

With help from both Medic and Caretaker, Whumpee stood on two feet, though it felt like they were falling. They gasped, despite the two strong presences at his sides holding them up.

“Can you walk?” Caretaker asked.

Whumpee shook their head, an action that had them pressing their lips together against the sudden wave of nausea it elicited.

“All right,” Caretaker said soothingly. Slowly, ever so slowly to avoid upsetting Whumpee's head any further, they lifted them into their arms and cradled them to their chest.

It wasn’t long before they were placed gently on the bed, and Whumpee let out a sigh of relief as they were enveloped by soft pillows and plush blankets.

Distantly, they registered Medic's farewell pat on the arm, and then Whumpee and Caretaker were alone.

They felt the mattress dip beside them, and they reached their hand out blindly. Caretaker tangled their fingers together.

“Here,” they felt the nudge of two pills against their lips, which they parted to let Caretaker place on their tongue. They swallowed them both dry; they had gotten quite good at that recently. “No going to sleep, remember?”

“I know,” Whumpee grumbled. They wished they could sleep off the remaining symptoms, but it was not to be. “You’ll stay with me though?”

They heard the smile in Caretaker’s voice. “Of course. For as long as you need.”

[auroragehenna]

AI-less Whumptober

Day 11 - Fright/Freaky Friday (Hallucinations, truth serum, “Why would you even say that?”)

TW/CW: Interrogations, truth serum Word count: (585)

Imagine though. Imagine Whumpee had been torture for hours. Possibly days-weeks or even months. They’ve been interrogated restlessly and mercilessly. But now their Whumper has let off of them. Suddenly they‘re being left alone. It was unnerving. Had they finally given up?! But then Whumper opens the Whumpees door again and ruins the sweet tensed illusion…:

Whumpees head lifted at the sound of their cell door opening. They hadn‘t heard it in a few days, only the sound of the little food tray.

Whumper entered the room, their usual cat-like predatory behavior passively set. With casual steps they approached Whumpee.

All they could do was stare up at them through matted hair, too tired and too scared to actively fight back they again resulted to their words: „I won‘t tell you what you want to know. Just give up already. I will die with this information, I‘ve proven it time after time.“

Whumper hunched down on their knees in front of their victim. Deceptively gentle they pushed the matted hair out of their scarred face. „That you have.“, they mused. „And you did truly a miraculous job at keeping the secrets, I will personally make it my duty to ensure your friends learn of your loyalty. Alongside a little videos.“, they added more quietly. „And I’m not here to torture it out of you this time, you‘ve successfully proven that that won‘t work. Noo I‘m here for another reason.“, Whumper explains sweetly. They hold up a small glass vile filled with an unnaturally blue fluid. „Drink up, sugar cube.“

Whumpee‘s eyes widened at the elixir, they had no idea what it was but they surely couldn‘t trust it! They couldn’t trust Whumper! They started to panic, lips pressed together to a thin line.

Whumper sighed but their face portrayed more amusment rather than irritation. They hammered their hand onto a button in the stone wall and Whumpees chains shortened drastically, effectively getting pulled back into the wall. Then they grabbed their face and hit it against the dark, stone brick wall, pressing their nose closed with their fingers.

Whumpee’s scrambling was reduced drastically by the length of the chains now but that only enhanced their panic. The sheer fear of the unknown and Whumper(‘s demeanor) bringing tears to their eyes. The threat of more pain or an excruciating death. Then they couldn’t breathe, they couldn’t breathe, and the secrets they‘ve been guarding for so long burned inside their body like the burning of their lungs. Eventually they had to surrender and gasp for air and instantly Whumper shoved the veil inside their mouth and forced them to gulp all of it down.

Whumper smiled satisfied at Whumpees horror and their chocked coughing. It shouldn’t take long now.

„What-What did you give me?!“, they managed to choke out between coughs.

Whumper stretched out a hand to ghost fingertips over Whumpees bare arm and delighted in the terrified whimper it drew out. „Oh its just a little serum, it took me a while to get though. And what its gonna do…“ They moved their fingers to Whumpees mouth and brushed their thumb over their dry and broken up lips. „It will simply…loosen your precious tongue a little for me…“ They smiled sadistically and watched the information process in their little prey‘s mind.

Loosen their tongue. But…That couldn’t mean…No! It couldn‘t possibly be a…All that they…Everything they sacrificed. All that they endured only for it to mean Nothing!? Only for their will to be removed by a few drops of chemicals!? It couldn’t be! Not after everything. Why? The universe couldn’t possibly be this cruel…! They opened their mouth subconsciously as if to say something even if they woudln’t even know what but Whumper put a single finger onto their lips, effectively silencing them.

„Now…What were you going to tell me, again?“

Taglist: @ailesswhumptober , @yourlocalgaefae33 , @princessofhe11 , @greatkittencloud , @bisexuawolfsalt

@shattermind-8

[hi-im-greenjunipertree]

Steele Stadium tomfoolery

[a-drama-addict]

not caring too much about a fandom’s favourite guy is the worst. you’ll think “oh i’ll look into the tag see if anything new and cool’s there” and it’s just that fucking guy again

[beebundt]

im busy with an art trade but wanted 2 share some recent scraps of charlie. i haven't posted abt her in years oh my god

[redysetdare]

Sometimes...characters being in a romantic relationship is worse.

[ochi06]

your wish for everyone to have a chance to be happy

[mynnthia]

was talking with a friend about how some of dunmeshi fаndom misunderstands kabru's initial feelings towards laios.

to sum up kabru's situation via a self-contained modernized metaphor:

kabru is like a guy who lost his entire family in a highly traumatic car accident. years later he joins a discord server and takes note of laios, another server member who seems interesting, so they start chatting. then laios reveals his special interest and favorite movie of all time is David Cronenberg's Crash (1996), and invites kabru to go watch a demolition derby with him

[tearlessrain]

please help me- i used to be pretty smart but i’m having so much trouble grasping the concept of diegetic vs non-diegetic bdsm!

gfkjldghfd okay first of all I'm sorry for the confusion, if you're not finding anything on the phrase it's because I made it up and absolutely nobody but me ever uses it, but I haven't found a better way to express what I'm trying to say so I keep using it. but now you've given me an excuse to ramble on about some shit that is only relevant to me and my deeply inefficient way of talking and by god I'm going to take it.

SO. the way diegetic and non-diegetic are normally used is to talk about music and sound design in movies/tv shows. in case you aren't familiar with that concept, here's a rundown:

diegetic sound is sound that happens within the world of the movie/show and can be acknowledged by the characters, like a song playing on the stereo during a driving scene, or sung on stage in Phantom of the Opera. it's also most other sounds that happen in a movie, like the sounds of traffic in a city scene, or a thunderclap, or a marching band passing by. or one of the three stock horse sounds they use in every movie with a horse in it even though horses don't really vocalize much in real life, but that's beside the point, the horse is supposed to be actually making that noise within the movie's world and the characters can hear it whinnying.

non-diegetic sound is any sound that doesn't exist in the world of the movie/show and can't be perceived by the characters. this includes things like laugh tracks and most soundtrack music. when Duel of Fates plays in Star Wars during the lightsaber fight for dramatic effect, that's non-diegetic. it exists to the audience, but the characters don't know their fight is being backed by sick ass music and, sadly, can't hear it.

the lines can get blurry between the two, you've probably seen the film trope where the clearly non-diegetic music in the title sequence fades out to the same music, now diegetic and playing from the character's car stereo. and then there are things like Phantom of the Opera as mentioned above, where the soundtrack is also part of the plot, but Phantom of the Opera does also have segments of non-diegetic music: the Phantom probably does not have an entire orchestra and some guy with an electric guitar hiding down in his sewer just waiting for someone to break into song, but both of those show up in the songs they sing down there.

now, on to how I apply this to bdsm in fiction.

if I'm referring to diegetic bdsm what I mean is that the bdsm is acknowledged for what it is in-world. the characters themselves are roleplaying whatever scenarios their scenes involve and are operating with knowledge of real life rules/safety practices. if there's cnc depicted, it will be apparent at some point, usually right away, that both characters actually are fully consenting and it's all just a planned scene, and you'll often see on-screen negotiation and aftercare, and elements of the story may involve the kink community wherever the characters are. Love and Leashes is a great example of this, 50 Shades and Bonding are terrible examples of this, but they all feature characters that know they're doing bdsm and are intentional about it.

if I'm talking about non-diegetic bdsm, I'm referring to a story that portrays certain kinks without the direct acknowledgement that the characters are doing bdsm. this would be something like Captive Prince, or Phantom of the Opera again, or the vast majority of bodice ripper type stories where an innocent woman is kidnapped by a pirate king or something and totally doesn't want to be ravished but then it turns out he's so cool and sexy and good at ravishing that she decides she's into it and becomes his pirate consort or whatever it is that happens at the end of those books. the characters don't know they're playing out a cnc or D/s fantasy, and in-universe it's often straight up noncon or dubcon rather than cnc at all. the thing about entirely non-diegetic bdsm is that it's almost always Problematic™ in some way if you're not willing to meet the story where it's at, but as long as you're not judging it by the standards of diegetic bdsm, it's just providing the reader the same thing that a partner in a scene would: the illusion of whatever risk or taboo floats your boat, sometimes to extremes that can't be replicated in real life due to safety, practicality, physics, the law, vampires not being real, etc. it's consensual by default because it's already pretend; the characters are vehicles for the story and not actually people who can be hurt, and the reader chose to pick up the book and is aware that nothing in it is real, so it's all good.

this difference is where people tend to get hung up in the discourse, from what I've observed. which is why I started using this phrasing, because I think it's very crucial to be able to differentiate which one you're talking about if you try to have a conversation with someone about the portrayal of bdsm in media. it would also, frankly, be useful for tagging, because sometimes when you're in the mood for non-diegetic bodice ripper shit you'd call the police over in real life, it can get really annoying to read paragraphs of negotiation and check-ins that break the illusion of the scene and so on, and the opposite can be jarring too.

it's very possible to blur these together the same way Phantom of the Opera blurs its diegetic and non-diegetic music as well. this leaves you even more open to being misunderstood by people reading in bad faith, but it can also be really fun to play with. @not-poignant writes fantastic fanfic, novels, and original serials on ao3 that pull this off really well, if you're okay with some dark shit in your fiction I would highly recommend their work. some of it does get really fucking dark in places though, just like. be advised. read the tags and all that.

but yeah, spontaneous writer plug aside, that's what I mean.

[theangelcatalogue]

Making a chain cause why not!? Hdisiwisjs

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[whump-for-comfort]

Day 4 of the @whumperless-whump-event!

Day 4: It's every day bro: Chronic pain

Characters: Generic (whumpee + caretaker)

Warnings: None

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They felt like a corpse laid out in a funeral home, and they were certain they looked like one.

Everything hurt. They couldn’t even pinpoint where they hurt the most; they were just one glowing, radioactive haze of pain.

There were pillows under their arms and knees in an attempt to alleviate some of the pressure, but it wasn’t doing much to help. Instead, they just felt like a porcelain doll lying in its box, too fragile to be lifted out and displayed.

They had taken painkillers ten minutes ago, but they weren’t taking effect yet. They lay deathly still and waited for them to kick in.

This was the worst flare-up they had had in a while.

Caretaker’s comforting weight was at Whumpee's right, carefully smoothing their hair off their forehead in a soothing gesture. It did very little to permeate through the pain, but it at least gave them something pleasant to focus on.

“Do you think a warm bath would help?” Caretaker asked softly.

It probably would, but the bath felt so far away. “Don’t wanna move,” Whumpee slurred through gritted teeth.

“Sure. Perhaps when the pills kick in.”

Whumpee cracked one eye open to look up at Caretaker. Their face came into view, hazy through the pain, their features creased in concern. Whumpee wanted to reach out and smooth those worries away, but merely the thought of lifting their arm felt like a Herculean task.

“I’ll be alright,” Whumpee attempted to reassure them, but their voice sounded thin and thoroughly unconvincing.

“I know,” Caretaker said softly. “I’m just sorry you have to deal with this.”

Whumpee grimaced. “I’ll be fine. I’m used to it.”

“I know your used to it. And I’m sorry about that too.”

[spitblaze]

I guess Chilchuck has brought us right back to 'adults who are short are child-coded and if you like them you're a pedophile' discourse huh

[furious-rogue-stuff]

*stares in awe and yearning*

[valtsv]

humanising a machinegirl by treating her like a person: based

"humanising" a machinegirl by turning her into a generically pretty waify anime girl: killing you with a hammer until you are dead

[jazzy-flowerr]

Tag game time baby

Ok here are the rules:

1: Go to Character Headcanon Generator

2: Type the name of your current #1 kin character/comfort character

3: Press the "Create Headcanon" button

4: Take a screenshot of the headcanon that it generated and post it in your reblog

5: Tag some moots

Here I'll go first :3

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