#government whumper

[thecareandkeepingofwhumpees]

Content warning: nightmares, blood, and scars (not from s/h). Please ask if you need any added.

There was red. So much red. His red suit, skintight and made for maximum mobility, but serving to make him feel restrained and exposed. Red blood, drying on his knuckles and dripping from his nose. It wasn’t his, the red on his knuckles. He’d rather it had been. He didn’t want to hurt anyone, he didn't!

Jack jolted awake to sheets soaked with sweat, breathing heavily. It took a minute for him to realize where he was, and even longer for him to realize what had woken him up.

Xander was sitting on the edge of his bed, watching him. “It’s alright, darling. You’re safe now. Can you name one thing that you’re touching?”

“The-the blanket?” Jack asked rather than said, still disoriented.

“Good. Can you tell me what color it is?”

“... Blue.” Blue, not red. Blue is good.

“Yes, and it’s soft too, isn’t it?”

“Mhm.” After a few seconds, when he felt more grounded, Jack asked, “Why are you here?”

“You were shouting in your sleep. I came to wake you up.”

“Oh… sorry.”

“What for, little one?”

Jack shrugged. “Being loud. Forcing you to help me.”

Xander let out a breath through his nose. “Are you okay with touch right now?” At Jack’s hesitant nod, he scooted back so he could lean comfortably against the headboard, and pulled him against his chest.

After a moment of silence, Xander spoke again. “First of all, the government has me classified as an A-tier villain with a risk level of 8. Honey, you couldn’t force me to do anything if you tried. I’m here comforting you because I want to be.”

Jack hid his face in Xander's shoulder. Xander could feel the warmth of his blush through his shirt.

“Secondly, you don’t belong to The Agency anymore. You don’t have to abide by their absurd rules. You are allowed to be scared, and you are allowed to show it.”

“Okay,” Jack mumbled. His wandering fingers found a scar he’d left on Xander during one of their initial altercations. “Does it still hurt?”

“Not anymore. I’ve given it time and taken good care of it, and now it’s healed.”

“But it’s not the same anymore. It left a scar,” Jack said, with the air of a child listening to a bedtime story.

“I like it better this way,” Xander laughed softly. “It’s kind of…" he tilted his head, "badass.”

Jack giggled and immediately yawned.

“Do you think you can go back to sleep? It is quite early, after all.” Xander asked.

“I will if you stay,” Jack bargained, with a confidence he would never have had were he not half asleep.

“Then stay I shall.”

[villainsandheroes]

Broke College Student Hero

They just wanted to treat themselves to something. They'd been working nonstop for a month and thankfully they weren't staving due to their stupid meal swipes but they were sick of the cafeteria food and drinks...

They knew splurging on a special coffee drink was stupid when they needed new pants but they couldn't help it. They never had money to spend on themselves but they decided they were going to this month.

It easily ended up costing $8 which was a lot more then they wanted to spend but that was the way it was. They had gone as a hero, loving when kids ran over or waved at them. Honestly they just loved the attention and being treated like an actual person who had feelings and not just some criminal clean up.

It was when Villain who had been watching them attacked from behind sent them onto the pavement, and worse, loosing grip on their drink, the Hero absolutely lost it.

Leaving the villain to blink confused as the Hero who was always so kind and polite was screaming curses at them.

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

he's giving unabomber vibes tbh

[whump-in-the-night]

Whumpee who's been on the run from some sort of organization/the government/whatever for a long time, finally getting captured.

Waking up in a facility in the middle of nowhere. Knowing that no one is coming to rescue them.

Whumper leaning over to whisper, "It's all going to be alright, we're going to take care of you now," before tenderly stroking whumpee's hair.

Maybe brainwashing is involved? Will whumpee ever be rescued/ever escape? What are whumper's plans?

[whumporama]

Villain/criminal Whumpee who is finally captured by the government. They're tied to a chair in a holding cell, waiting for the interrogation.

Whumper walks in, a smug smirk on their face as they observe them, Whumpee's face finally revealed, no more mask to hide behind. Whumper grabs Whumpee's face, turning it left and right to inspect them.

"How pretty you are," they muse, "you could've become something, with a face like that. Such a shame it's wasted on the life you chose."

Bonus points if Wumpee didn't exactly 'choose' this life, but the government's actions forced them into it.

[whumper-whimsy]

Decoy

Cw: Intoxication, drugs, captivity

Whumpee sat limply on the ground of Whumper's office, dressed in Whumper's clothes— even down to his glasses. He couldn't remember much from earlier except for Whumper's panicked ramblings about cops and the evacuation of the other captives. Whumpee wasn't carefully restrained and hauled out of the house like the others... no, he was left for last.

He vaguely remembered some pain and then the blackness of sleep. Whumpee struggled to sit up, groaning. He spotted a pill bottle beside him— unlabled, but spilled over with white capsules.

Suddenly, the door was thrown violently open, and people poured into the room. They all had guns aimed at Whumpee, big SWAT shields blocking their bodies.

"Hands up," one of the officers barked, his voice grating on Whumpee's ears. He obeyed instinctively and flinched as the man shouted again, "It's the end of the line, Whumper!"

Whumpee looked around helplessly, blinking with confusion. "Wh... whumper? H- he left, I don't..."

"Dont play stupid," another officer spat, her voice venomous. "You've run from us enough. It's over, and you're going away for a long time."

Whumpee's voice was slurred. "Ple... please, you don' understand... I-" He cut off with a grunt as the officers grabbed him. The grip of both of the officers' hands was unforgiving. Whumpee did his best to fight back, but it was absolutely useless. Everything was hazy as he was dragged violently into the daylight— oh, how he'd missed the beautiful daylight!— and forced into a black government van.

It dawned on Whumpee's sluggish mind that he'd been framed. Of course, the cops would realize eventually that Whumpee wasn't the serial murderer that they were looking for, but who knows how long it would be?

Whumpee wasn't a suspect. No, he was a decoy. And he was sure Whumper would be back to take his dearest captive.

[thewhumpcaretaker]

I love a situation in which Whumper thinks they're in charge because they have the authority to hurt whumpee, but they're actually not. Whether it's a military, a government, a mafia, or a family, the organization Whumper is a part of actually views Whumper and whumpee as equally expendable. Whumpee points out how powerless they are and that they're being whumped in their own right. And Whumper both hates and grudgingly respects whumpee for seeing that so clearly when they couldn't it see it themself.

[whumping-valentine]

Aliens + Whump 👽

Alien whumpee who gets captured by a scientist who wants to study them.

Alien whumpee who crash lands in the woods, and is found by a crazed conspiracy theorist who wants to keep them trapped in their home all for themself, scared the government is going to take them away.

Alien whumpee who crash lands in the woods, and is found by an alien enthusiast. They help tend to their wounds while learning all about alien biology. Maybe caretaker is also a mechanic and tries to help repair their ship to get them home.

Alien whumpee who's the size of an apple. A group of immature teens put it in a shoe box and take it home. Maybe there's multiple. You know that Hamster Hell YouTube video? Yeah, basically that but with small aliens. (TW: claymation animal abuse if you click the link)

Alien whumpee who's a part of an invasion program that's incredibly taxing. The training program treats them like living weapons, who's only goal is to compete the invasion for their leaders. They're nothing more than discardable drones. Perhaps the alien successfully infiltrates human culture, and in the midst of their deception they get a little too lost in the role. Is this still a part of the act, or have they come to care for these humans they're supposed to be invading? Perhaps the humans are much more thoughtful than their own. Perhaps Earth has become their home... (I'm absolutely obsessed with an Invader Zim AU of this idea you guys)

Alien whumper who kidnaps one person from each planet they invade, collecting various species like they're trophies.

Alien whumper who gets obsessed with a particular person from their recent invasion, deciding to take them back to their home planet to keep them as a pet.

Alien whumper who's job it is to travel space and study planets' most intelligent species. They're do this in less than ethical ways, and, unbeknownst to their boss, may smuggle one back to continue their studies off the clock.

Alien caretaker who finds themself having to care for a creature (be it human or otherwise) that they aren't too sure of. There's a language barrier, and they have no idea what biology the creature has. But they have to try.

[dresden-syndrome]

Requested by @whumped-by-glitter

Whumping in EESU: Public humiliation

Newly designated pet whumpee being observed by owner and their colleagues, all gathered in a big office room.

Whumper listing their all of whumpee's political crimes, bragging about how dangerous they were and how great it is to have them caught.

State Security/Politburo/Party Committee whumper having a meeting, presenting their tied up and collared pet as an example of a state enemy and giving a passionate speech about ways of getting rid of them.

This goes without saying but whumpee used as a party entertainment - but not before being made to celebrate the achievements of EESU regime and cheer to the destruction of dissident movements. (Bonus point if whumpee was in one of them).

Whumpee with a singing skill forced to sing propaganda songs as their whumper and party guests clap and giggle at their attempts.

Whumpee forced to publicly declare their loyalty - whether stating that in front of their owner's department workers, giving a propaganda speech for the radio or taking part in a TV advert.

Whumpee forced to publicly beg for forgiveness and put on a regret display for their crimes. Especially if they were done deliberately by a spy or dissident whumpee, or whumpee hasn't actually done anything "wrong" at all.

Even after lots of humiliating sessions like that, they're still being treated as an enemy of the regime: poor class 4 whumpee may be secretly hoping to regain some of their rights yet under EESU laws they're still an enemy - forever.

Whumper taking a photo with their pet in a humiliating pose - with the whumpee on their knees or their boot stepping on whumpee's chest or head.

Whumper recording a film video of whumpee being tortured and handing it to State Security for watching how "spies and traitors" must be treated.

Whumper using their whumpee as the source of motivation for the department to fight political dissent and a sign of power they have over it.

An arrested spy being shown all the undisputable evidence of their work. Papers, equipment, ID cards from West countries' intelligence services, things they've used to sneak through the EESU border and mask their intentions - all on the table for the whumpee and detention personnel to see.

Newspapers and magazines announcing whumpee's arrest and declaring them a dangerous political criminal. (Bonus points if they're given to the whumpee to read).

A caught runaway class 2/3 whumpee paraded around their labor camp/commune as an example of what happens if one decides to attempt escape.

Whumpee had escaped from EESU and caught back; now they've been made to tell how horrible life in the West was an how much they regret running away from their dear homeland.

Whumpee being not allowed any privacy, having to undress, shower, sleep and do whatever they're told while always surrounded by the facility personnel. It can happen for different reasons - they're the beloved pet their owner can't leave alone, they're injured, aggressive or a high escape risk and need to be watched for their own good, or they're simply a class 4 subject which shouldn't need "human" things like privacy in general.

Medical checks in detention and the labs. Enough said.

Same goes for class 4 ear tags.

Public trials! of state enemies! forced to confess! all their imaginary crimes! for the audience to see and hear!

"Look at that, Whumpee. All your friends and family are ashamed of you. You were such a good worker, a Party member, you were your factory's pride - and then disappointed everyone you know with trying to destroy the government that gave us all work and bread in the first place! Where's your regret, Whumpee? Do you feel bad about that?"

[Masterpost link]

[unforgivenn]

SHACKLED BY ROYALTY

#2: Andrey's Chamber

Guys please send in some asks or requests for writing cuz my brain is too dead and can't think of anything right now. I need some ideas, please. Anyywayssss part 2 of shackled by Royalty!!

CW: threat of harm, whip mention, future punishment, slavery, pet whump, dominating and creepy whumper, captivity, slight panic attack, stress position, knives, defiant whumpee

Previous/ Masterlist

Noah's mind whirled with a mix of panic and defiance as he found himself trapped in this nightmarish scenario. He had heard tales of the Kozlov family's iron grip over the region, their name synonymous with power and ruthlessness. And now, he was at the mercy of their heir apparent. Forced to become a slave.

The question echoed relentlessly in Noah's mind "Why me..?"

Andrey circled him like a predator ready to pounce on their prey, his gaze cold and calculating, relishing in Noah's helplessness. "You belong to me now, pet," he declared with chilling finality. "Your life is mine to command."

Noah's mind whirled with a maelstrom of emotions—fear, anger, confusion—all entwined in a tangled web of despair. Trapped in this nightmarish reality, he struggled to grasp onto any semblance of hope or escape. Noah's mind raced, trying to piece together fragments of information, to make sense of the nightmare unfolding before him. Viktor Kozlov��the name reverberated in his mind like a death knell. He had heard whispers of the Kozlov family, whispers of their influence and ruthlessness. But never in his wildest nightmares did he imagine he would become entangled in their web of darkness.

"P-Please.." Noah's breath came in ragged gasps, his heart hammering in his chest so hard, that he might've just thought he was going insane. "I don't know what you want from me, but I-I swear.. I swear, I'll do anything-"

He heard the prince sighing as if Noah was nothing more than just a mere child unable to understand a simple thing. "Oh my dear pet.." Andrey's demeanor shifted, amusement dancing in his cold eyes as he toyed with Noah's desperation. His fingers curled under Noah's chin.

"You still think you can get away from this huh?" He spoke in an almost.. pitiful voice putting a finger to Noah's chest noticing how he almost suddenly flinched. "You belong to me.. Body, mind and soul. And I will mold you into the perfect servant, the perfect pet, to serve me and my family's interests."

Noah's breath caught in his throat, the weight of Andrey's words crushing him beneath their unbearable truth. He was no longer a free man—he was a prisoner, a plaything, at the mercy of forces beyond his control. A mere pet. Not even a person anymore in the eyes of the government and authorities.

"S-Stop! You're insane!! YOU CAN'T KEEP ME HERE!" Noah's protest was met with a brutal slap, the sting reverberating through his skull. How many times had he been slapped today?

"You've had your chances pet. But I can't let you go around talking back whenever you want to." His face had become undeniably dark, as if he was ready to murder someone. Andrey looked at the two guards standing from the corner of his eye before he ordered "Get him to the chamber"

Noah's face paled. "W-What? WHAT CHAMBER?! STOP LET ME GO!" He struggled, kicking his legs and punching as the guards removed some of his chains dragging him to the dreaded "chamber".

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Noah had been suspended, with his arms chained above his head. His feet were barely grazing the ground, being in an overly uncomfortable position as all his weight went primarily to his shoulders and arms. His breath was shallow and labored, a testament to the panic and anxiety coursing through him. Maybe he shouldn't have said all that... But then again he didn't really regret what he said. That bastard deserved that and more.

As if on cue, the door was slammed open earning a violent flinch from Noah. Andrey came in poised with the usual "princely type" manner. A cruel smile twisted Andrey's lips, revealing teeth like sharpened daggers ready to tear into flesh. The air around him seemed to grow thick with malevolence, suffocating Noah with its suffocating presence. As he towered over Noah, his presence looming like a specter of death, Andrey's fingers curled into fists, the knuckles white with suppressed fury.

This was different. It wasn't just slaps anymore. Andrey looked like he was about to rip off Noah's skin. Noah felt shivers trickling down his skin. He could feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, a primal instinct urging him to flee from the impending danger that lurked in Andrey's gaze but the chains on him were clearly against that.

"Cat got your tongue now?" Andrey practically hissed at Noah walking over to the varieties of tools laid down on a table that Noah hadn't even noticed yet. And he wished he hadn't. HIs voice sent shivers down Noah's spine as he looked at the different instruments and judging which one to pick silently.

Noah remained silent, knowing that any words would only invite further punishment. His eyes widened in terror as Andrey's hand closed around a whip, the promise of pain gleaming in his eyes.

But it was the sight of the knife that truly chilled Noah to the bone. Andrey's approach was deliberate, his breath hot against Noah's ear as he whispered his sinister command.

"Stay very still, Noah..."

Next

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[hurtmyfavsthanks]

June of Doom day 15

 “please” (blindfold/pressure point/scream)

Content warning: branding

"Say my name, and I'll let you go."

"I told you dammit, I don't–augh!" Another brand was pressed into Whumper's skin, burning another scar into their flesh.

Whumper struggled against their bindings, trying fruitlessly to slip from the ropes binding them to the chair or remove the blindfold from their eyes. Their exposed flesh was governed in angry, bright burns, the marks of hot metal having been pressed into their skin. Their skin was damp with sweat.

"That's not a good answer. Try again."

"Shit–" Whumper swore, shaking. "W-whumpee? Are you Whumpee, is that why you're doing this?!"

The iron was pressed against Whumper's cheek, sizzling against the tears that had begun dripping down their face. Whumper screamed.

"Please!" Whumper's words came out as a sob. They flailed in their seat, trying desperately to escape the agony. They gave a pained gasp when it was finally removed, ducking their head and letting out a pitiful whine. 

Caretaker carefully returned the iron to the fireplace, keeping a close eye on Whumper’s shaking form. Whumper didn’t know who they were. Not their name, their face, their voice, or even that they existed. They had no way of knowing. 

Caretaker smiled. "Wrong. Try again,"

[deathbywhump]

Recently found out about emotional whump. I'm a huge fan, omg. I have a few thoughts as well.

I think non-physical whump requires a looooot of tact. You need to be careful and specific to whump a whumpee emotionally. To really stab them (emotionally) where it hurts.

For example, taunting a captive whumpee who would die for their friends with a "No one's come for you. They never really liked you to begin with."

Or a whumpee and a whumper who have an intimate relationship, where there's absolutely no physical whump at all, but. The whumper will say something that really truly scares whumpee. Maybe a "You need me. You won't be able to live without me." Or, "I've never hurt you. I never will. As long as you're with me."

There's also the classic whump til' they cry. Words can sting. A lot! Or even just horrible actions that never justify the means, all in front of whumpee. Like a whumper who manipulates all of whumpee's friends into infighting. Or a whumper who has too much societal power (i.e. a high ranking employee or government official) that can really, really make whumpee suffer, without even lifting a finger.

Emotional whump is so interesting. New and exciting ways to torment whumpee. Many of which can fly under the radar, not even registering to be seen as whump. It's like playing a metaphorical game of hide and seek. How much whump can I put under the blanket? How much will be found?

Of course, the tears of a whumpee is a pretty good indicator.

[meraki24601]

Blindfolded

It's hard to keep track of time in a cell. 

Whumpee learned early on that feeding times were… inconsistent. That was when food actually came. When they did eat, it was usually just enough to remind them how hungry they were. 

Eventually, Whumpee learned to estimate time based on how much they had healed and which person was in charge of torturing them. 7 different people would rotate in. Whumpee figured their ability to heal had slowed dramatically since they were first kidnapped from their and Caretaker's bed, but combined, the methods held up in Whumpee's mind, keeping them sane. 

7 months and 2 days was their best guess. 

Caretaker was on a mission when Whumpee had been taken. How long did it take them to realize Whumpee was missing? Did anyone actually know? Caretaker could have been hurt or killed on their mission. The government might have assumed Whumpee ran after losing Caretaker. Was anyone even looking for them? They missed Caretaker's kisses. One on the forehead, one on the nose, then one loving kiss on their lips. 

7 months and 19 days in, they started attacking Whumpee's senses. A blindfold they couldn't remove. They filled Whumpee's cell with different scents, including Caretaker's favorite perfume. They drugged Whumpee so they couldn't feel anything from the neck down. Still, Whumpee refused to break. They would die before they gave the enemy what they wanted. 

The sensory deprivation became part of the rotation, helping Whumpee count the minutes. 

It happened during a blind week. 

Whumpee estimated maybe one more blind day before they would be shoved in the bright room and drugged so they couldn't move. It was Whumpee's least favorite Whumper's turn before they were taken away. Whumpee never knew what to expect from them. Knives, hallucinogens, fists, maybe they'll bring in a group of people again and let them choose what to do with them. The first time they had done that was the closest Whumpee had come to breaking. 

The door opened and Whumpee heard them. Five sets of footsteps entered their cell. They could hear each one pause in the doorway, presumably to look at Whumpee, before entering with slow, quiet steps. Whumpee just loved being right about these things. They wished they still had voice enough to scream their burning hate to Whumper. It would have to be enough to fight against the hands trying to grab them.  

Fighting with their hands tied behind their back is not easy. It doesn't help they hadn't been given water in the past 2ish days. Maybe if they stopped fighting Whumper would end the streak. Of course, they wouldn’t give up like that, but it was a nice thought. A thought they couldn’t hold on to for long. Trying to dodge some of the grabbing hands, Whumpee lost their balance and their head slammed into the wall.

Blind, disoriented, and in pain, Whumpee collapsed. They continued to struggle, though weakly, and couldn’t help but flinch as Caretaker’s scent filled their nose. Whumper had tried this before. They even played a recording of Caretaker’s voice to calm Whumpee down and convince them they had been rescued. If they were playing the recording now, it wouldn’t really matter as the ringing in their ears drowned all other noise out. Whumpee couldn’t help a small laugh at the irony.

Hands held them down. Surprisingly gentle fingers fiddled with their blindfold enough to trigger the shock collar. The hands holding Whumpee down released them quickly in response to the intense electrocution. The moment it ended the hands were back. Gentle and dangerous, they adjusted Whumpee’s body so they were a little more comfortable on the cold floor. They even freed Whumpee’s hands from the ropes tying them behind their back.

This was worse. This was so much worse. Whumpee didn’t know when or where the pain was going to come from. The ringing in their ears was slowly going away, but they hadn’t heard if they had been asked any questions. After triggering the shock collar, Whumpee barely had the strength left to shiver.

The hands noticed. All hands but two disappeared. One at a time always lasted so much longer than when they all got their fill at once. They lifted Whumpee’s helpless body into their arms. The smell of Caretaker flooded over Whumpee and they relaxed slightly despite themselves. The person holding them kissed them. One on the forehead, one on the nose, then one loving kiss on their lips. 

“Caretaker.” 

The darkness thickened and Whumpee drifted. It was them. They were safe.

Finally.

Part 2

[whumper-whimsy]

@augusnippets day 28

Mind control/ body control/ betrayal

Royal setting, betrayal, enslavement

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Whumpee had been working for an operation that was attempting to overthrow the kingdom's government. The coup was set to storm the castle in two weeks, just enough time to prepare.

However, Whumper, the king, had caught Whumpee snooping in the castle. He was brought back to the throne room for questioning.

He spilled quite easy, promised money and fame in exchange for a few dates and locations.

When the day of the coup came, Whumpee stood firmly in the throne room beside Whumper. He watched as his teammates filed in, their faces going from vengeful to confused as they saw Whumpee.

"Whumpee? What's going on?" One asked, looking concerned. "You're not...?"

Whumper cleared his throat, putting his hands on Whumpee's shoulders. "He has picked his side, and it is with loyalty. He is quite a clever boy, isn't he?" Whumper pushed Whumpee to the ground suddenly, stepping on his back. "He's just a backstabbing little puppy, isn't he?"

Whumpee looked up, confused. "Whumper, my king, why are you—" his mouth was covered by Whumper.

"Shhh. Just be quiet. I'll let your team take care of you."

[pvtashby]

If you don't like reading about torture, torture tropes or anything like that, now is your time to click off my page.

I like military whump. A lot.

I reblog whumpy stuff I find interesting. This is a whump-only blog, so don't worry about following me and getting random crap on your home page.

I also post dialogue prompts/whump prompts in general. I put them all under a single tag so they're easily found (#ash_prompts). Feel free to use them, but PLEASE do not use parts of my actual stories. It'll be clear which is which.

I have an OC named Bella. She's an assassin. Her best friend (and mentor) is Max. She got discharged from the army after nearly drowning, and got talked into working for a private military company doing hit jobs. She gets tortured. I post scenes about her sometimes. I tag those with #bella ashby.

The story I'm writing is set in 2040ish, in post-WWIII Russia, in a fictional country named Moscow (yeah, really original of me...). Oh yeah did I mention Bella also killed their president and that's why she's in this mess?

My favorite whump tropes (in no particular order) are:

Gags/gagging

Prisons/Secret Government sites

Torture (waterboarding, broken bones, beatings, though not a fan of whips)

Force feeding (the kind with tubes)

Intimate/overly touchy/sadistic whumper (but NOTHING sexual)

medical whump (no pain control, comas, intubation)

handcuffed/tied up/restraints (especially hands behind back)

guard whumpers

Military stuff (guns, war, anything labeled "top secret", being rude to your subordinates, etc)

PTSD

left for dead/presumed dead

medic caretakers

recovery whump

(clinical settings) talking about characters like they aren't in earshot

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Mercy [2 parts]

Art:

Pretty

Also. If you scroll back far enough, I have older art and writing. I won't link it, because I find it cringe, but it's still up for those stubborn enough to look

Also also: my asks are open! I don't bite. At least, not usually.

[maeattemptsateverything]

Hello! My name is Mae!

(she/her) A 22 year old student that will make cute people bleed out instead of doing homework! I like drawing and writting. I submitt content whenever I can, if not assume my proffesor buried me six feet under planimetry.

I'm here to make both humans and angelic creatures suffer for the sake of it, make some worldbuing of the fun kind, and say all kinds of nonsense.

If you want to know i'm still kicking, DM about your characters or stories and I won't shut up!

Masterlist

Garden of Eden: 1983

Neville Island is the centerpoint of a discovery: the Garden of Eden. A laboratory was set up for both the government of the closest settlements and the research of the unknown land. Involves Lab whump and Angel whump

Currently my only storyline set on a universe I had in my head for quite a while.

My characters

Émile Finch | 28 year old male, formerly a middle school biology teacher now a prisoner accused of treason and serving sentence in the Research Center (Whumpee/occational Caretaker)

Hans Kesselman | 36 year old male, the oldest son of the RC director and captain of the Heavy Task Division. In charge of both Émile and the angel creature (Whumper)

Unknown angel creature | real age unknown, real gender unknown, Goes by Azazel because of a friend, but nobody tell the characters about that. (non-human Whumpee)