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[friendlylocalwhumper]

I just finished your book (I read it in like 4 hours, it was so good) and my emotions are all over the place. I can't believe how amazingly you took all your separate drabbles and combined them to a cohesive storyline and then gave it a satisfactory ending??? Incredible. The whole whump community needs to read this and take lessons from you. Absolutely amazingly well done. Bravo my friend, bravo. 👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏 #scottisatalent -HeartlesslyWhumping

wow you read that so fast!!! i’m so flattered that it’s binge-worthy and that you enjoyed it - and so good to hear that the ending is satisfactory and not lacking in any way, that’s the goal!

[staynoonaz9290]

No Air

Prompt: “You told me you were okay…” he said through gritted teeth. “You promised me.”

Group: The Boyz

Pairing: Eric/Fem! Reader (Third Person-Mila)

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Language, Angst, Descriptions of Asthma Attack/Issues Breathing, Mentions of Sickness (no death)

Word Count: 1,443

Main Masterlist | The Boyz Masterlist

COMPLETE

**This prompt comes from @heartlesslywhumping, thank you so much!! I edited it just slightly, but I loved the concept and had to use it! Original prompt post here**

Mila wasn’t sure what happened.

One minute she was running, her feet pounding into the dirt, her eyes on first base as she heard the kickball bouncing across the field, Hyunjae shouting “I’ve got it!” before making his way to the outfield.

Mila laughing, looking over her shoulder to make sure no one would tag her out, Eric standing in the line of kickers on her team who were waiting their turn, laughing too, clapping and yelling for her to “Run!”.

Then her eyes were locked back on the base, Mila pushing herself a little harder because she never kicked the ball that far- she was normally terrible- and this was an accomplishment-

And then her throat was constricting-

Mila’s footsteps were faltering-

Her chest was tightening as she tried to inhale-

She was stumbling on the dirt, a hand slapping to her throat as she gasped for air, heartbeat loud in her ears, knees stinging as they broke her fall-

“Mila?”

“Mila!”

“What’s going on?”

The voices were muddled, like she’d slipped underwater, her breaths coming in short, mind disoriented, black spots hindering her vision-

“Mi!”

One voice rang louder than the others, right beside her, the sound of dirt shifting violently before she felt warm hands on her shoulders.

“I can’t breathe-” she found herself saying, voice barely there. “I-”

“Shit-”

Eric’s voice cracked a little before he was helping her up, Mila still inhaling the best she could-

“Eric, what happened?”

“Is she okay?”

“Mila?”

Her lungs were catching every time, the tell-tale whistle in her throat telling her it was tightening, that she needed-

“Her inhaler!”

Eric’s voice was high-pitched, more shuffling, Mila struggling to stay afloat, leaning against him as he tried to sit her up.

“She needs her inhaler-”

“My bag-” Mila did her best to speak again, the effort almost more than she could bear. “Eric, it’s-”

“Someone get her bag!” he was yelling, still holding her up, fingers tight around her arms.

“I’m going!”

Mila recognized Juyeon’s voice, his retreating footsteps lost in the pounding beat of her heart, struggling without proper oxygen.

Then he was back, panting hard, and through her blurry vision she could see Eric shakily pulling the cap off the mouthpiece, bringing the inhaler quickly to her lips.

“Breathe, Mi-”

She closed her lips around the piece, eyes slipping closed as she heard the puff, the albuterol shooting past her mouth, into her throat, and she was inhaling desperately, throat loosening, if only slightly.

Mila inhaled sharply, but it wasn’t enough, Eric shaking the inhaler, eyes darting between her own, worry on every feature of his handsome face-

“Come on-”

He was putting the inhaler back to her lips, and she was letting him, another puff before she trying to breathe again, throat still too tight, air barely making it through, and she knew in that moment it wasn’t enough, her inhaler wasn’t working-

“Call 911,” she gasped.

It was what her mother had always taught her to say when the inhaler wasn’t working- when the asthma attack was too much, and she wouldn’t be there to call the paramedics for Mila herself.

“It’s the only way to save yourself when it gets bad,” her mother would say.

But it hadn’t been bad in months- she’d been free for the first spring season in a while, barely needing her inhaler when she went outside.

She must’ve pushed herself too hard- been too exhilarated by the rush of finally making a decent kick that she’d forgotten her allergies.

Forgotten her asthma for just a moment, living without worry-

The sirens had come quicker than Mila could comprehend it, not sure who called, only trying not to pass out, going limp in Eric’s arms as he held her close-

“You told me you were okay…” he said through gritted teeth, voice catching in his throat. “You promised me.”

And Mila wanted to tell him that she was sorry.

That she thought she’d be okay, when she’d found out everyone was playing kickball and she wanted to join.

That she thought this spring was different- that things were better- and she’d never broken her promise on purpose.

But all she could do was let her cheek fall against his shoulder, eyes closing at his familiar scent, hoping the gesture was apology enough in that moment-

And then there were unfamiliar voices, overlapping together, incomprehensible, Eric’s grip tightening, her ears ringing, and she was sinking into blackness-

Nothing but silence.

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Beep Beep Beep

Mila’s eyebrows furrowed at the annoying, steady beeping that had woken her up, feeling groggy and disoriented.

Slowly, she became aware of her body- the mattress beneath her most definitely not her own, something plastic and bendy strapped around her nose and mouth, and a warmth on her right arm, cutting off some of the circulation, her fingers tingling.

Mila pried her eyes open, breathing in deeply and feeling slightly dizzy, realizing it was an oxygen mask on her face. She turned her head from side to side, getting out the kinks in her neck, eyes darting around the somewhat familiar room, lingering on the beeping heart monitor-

The hospital

And then everything came flooding back to her- her excellent kick, the run to first base, the sudden tightness of her throat, gasping for air, Eric holding her up-

Mila turned, realizing the warmth on her arm was Eric, his stringy, messy hair spread out on the sheets, cheek pressed against her forearm, eyes closed as he breathed deeply and evenly.

His arms were wrapped around her own, the remote to the TV sitting near her knee, some show on the screen she didn’t recognize as she glanced at it.

Her movement was enough to wake him, Eric groaning slightly as his cheek slid against her skin, sticking a little-

And then he was sitting up rather suddenly, as if just realizing where he was, his eyes immediately meeting hers.

“Mila,” he breathed, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Oh my god, you’re awake.”

She laughed softly.

“Yeah, I just woke up.”

Her voice was raspy and hardly recognizable, and Eric ran a hand through his hair, gaze lingering on the features of her face.

“You scared the crap out of me,” he admitted softly.

Mila’s stomach twisted guiltily.

“How bad was it?” she asked.

“This one was pretty bad,” he replied, voice solemn. “I thought… I don’t know.”

Mila knew how scary her asthma attacks could get- she remembered the first once she’d ever had, her mom hysterically crying, her father holding Mila close, the sounds of the ambulance sirens in the background, paramedics asking her questions she couldn’t answer-

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

She hadn’t meant for any of this to happen.

“I thought I’d be okay…”

Eric looked at her, something like exasperation in his eyes, but also relief, pressing his lips together as his hand dropped from his hair.

“I shouldn’t have said yes to you coming-”

“Pft-”

Mila snorted, the action burning her throat, hiding the wince.

“Like you could’ve stopped me.”

Eric chuckled, playfully rolling his eyes.

“Yeah… I guess you’re right.”

She giggled too before the smile was fading from her face.

“I’m sorry,” she said again quietly. “I… I really thought I’d be okay this time. I was able to go outside without really using my inhaler, and I never get to enjoy the springtime and I just thought…”

Mila trailed off.

“It was stupid.”

Eric sighed heavily, his eyes darting between her own.

“I know,” he finally replied.

And there was a warmth in her chest- the undeniable care for her Eric had never ceased to amaze her.

Two years ago, when she’d met him in science class, goofing around and making her laugh, she never thought he’d be so…

Committed and mature.

Yet here he was, right by her bedside, the one that’d held her when she was about to fall-

“I love you.”

His eyes warmed, a crooked smile pulling on the corners of his lips as he looked at her.

“I love you, too.”

Then he was reaching for her hand, fingers intertwining with her own, fiddling with them for a moment before he was looking at her once more.

“Don’t ever do that to me again.”

She giggled, fingers tightening around his own.

“I’ll try not to.”

They were quiet for a moment before Mila was adjusting on the bed, grinning playfully at Eric.

“But you have to admit,” she said mischievously. “That was a pretty good kick.”

Eric laughed out loud, rolling his eyes again as he sighed in defeat.

“Yeah,” he admitted with a smile. “It was.”

[caramelcal]

MY 500 FOLLOWER APRIL CELEBRATION

hELLO 

so if you don’t know, i hit 500 followers on tumblr (tysm my babies, i love you all <3) sO...here we are with a celebration

UPDATE: I WILL SLOWLY BE GETTING THROUGH THESE, I PROCRASTINATED TOO MUCH AND I’M STILL UNINSPIRED BUT THESE WILL COME I PROMISE!!! (are we honestly surprised???????) 

These fics will be for a number of different characters (5sos, marvel, teen wolf, jatp, ginny and georgia too? etc etc) and AUs (i.e royal au, demon au, tattoo artist au, college au etc...) and if you have any ideas do not hesitate to message me!

I LOVE GETTING IDEAS FROM PEOPLE SM YOU DONT UNDERSTANDDD

anyway, i have prompts that are below the keep reading thing so if you’re interested you can have a look at em :))

1. “the worst part of all of this is that i still love you’‘ - Prompt by @screnwriter

Michael Clifford

2. “Stay here tonight.” - Prompt by @ketxnwriting 

Marcus Baker

3. “You scared me!” “I scared you?” “Why are you creeping around in the dark like that?” “What do you mean, creeping? Unlike you, I live here!” - Prompt by @casualwriter 

Bucky Barnes

4.  "I just don't think this person's right for you, you should date someone better, someone who gets you, someone like-" "You?" - Prompt by @palettes-and-prompts

Marcus Baker

5. “Our parents are up there planning or marriage having no idea I already know, and now so do you. So listen here, because I have ground rules if you even want to try and make this work cause otherwise I’ll give you hell.” (Royal AU) , prompt by me, but inspo from @creativepromptsforwriting

Calum Hood

6. “Who are you really, ___.” - Prompt by a pinterest user (that’s where i found it anyway) if yknow who they are please tell me lol

Natasha Romanoff

7. “how do you think this ends?” - Prompt by @prompt-dealer

Peter Parker

8. “Surely no being of hell fears another” “and you surely don’t know how hell works.” - Prompt by @mellifluousoctopus

Calum Hood

9. “ “Can you show me your fangs?”  Prompt by @alloveroliver vamp au ofc.

Derek Hale

10.  “You never learn.” - Prompt by @whumpster-dumpster i’m thinking Gang AU

Michael Clifford

11. “I’m tired of being your secret.” - Prompt from pinterest (if someone can tell me the person that would be fab)

Luke Hemmings

12. “ "They’re cookies." - Prompt adapted by me from @greenestcoat​ (just so that it was speech)

Ashton Irwin

13. “Does this count as breaking and entering?”- Prompt by @floraltohru​

Stiles Stilinski

14. “Listen, I just want to sleep so if you would kindly stop blasting music that’d be great.” - me, i’m thinking new neighbor/roommate au wbu guys?

Marcus Baker

15.  “What did you just say?” - Prompt by @promptlywritingideas

Undecided character (you can request)

16.  "When was the last time you ate anything?" - Prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting

Undecided character (you can request)

17. “I can’t believe I get to spend the rest of my life with you.” - Prompt by @drink-it-write-it

Undecided character (you can request)

18. “ “You’re my boss, not my mum. Why are you so worried about me all of a sudden?” - Prompt from @write-it-motherfuckers

Ashton Irwin 

19. “Why would I ever want to be with you?” - Prompt by @prompt-dealer

Undecided character (you can request)

20. “All I wanted was a happy ending.” - Prompt by @promptedintowriting

Undecided character (you can request)

21. “Don’t give me that look.” - Prompt by @silvereddaye

Marcus Baker 

22. “You told me you were okay. You promised me.” - Prompt by @heartlesslywhumping

Wanda Maximoff 

23. “You’ve been staying out of trouble, I hope?” - Prompt by @serving-inspiration

Undecided character (you can request)

24.  “Killing isn’t supposed to be easy, you know.” - Prompt by @serving-inspiration

Undecided character (you can request)

25. “Humans. So emotional, so needy. I can smell it off you lot.” - Me ;) yw

Calum Hood

26. ““I know you think you can care for yourself, but I’m helping you anyways, so deal with it.” - Prompt by @wholelottaprompts

Undecided character (you can request)

27. “I’m doing this to protect you!” - Prompt by @screnwriter

Undecided character (you can request)

28. “Did you at least think about me or at least regret it when you had her underneath you?” - Variation of @tonaegiris ‘s prompt

Undecided character (you can request)

29. “You said you'd kill me, amongst other things. so you either live up to those empty promises, or you stop making them.'' - Prompt by @screnwriter

Undecided character (you can request)

30. “You- You’re letting me go?” - Me, ;) 

Undecided character (you can request)

Anyway message me about these besties, I wanna talk to yall x 

- Bee <3

[lostcybertronian]

39 with Dark and whoever you want 🖤

Dark and Google?

Took this from @heartlesslywhumping's Whump Prompt #80.

Tags: @tiny-yan-an @darkstache-iplier @redraspberrycats @cookieface678 @bing-iplier @storm337 @sketchy-scribs-n-doods @pixelenchanter @itsjustkyss @darkiplurrr @demon-dark-666 @moonysmayhem @xpouii @projectwkm @sororia04s @purple-anxiety-blog @rabbitsartcorner @tried-my-best @endangered-cryptid @swag-droid

Prompt 39: “Don’t cry.”

Systems online. Functional capacity thirty percent.

Enough to see by. Enough to feel by. Blue groaned low as new, unfamiliar sensation flooded his neural net, seeming to overload every sensor he had. He forced his optic system online and saw nothing but static.

“Sensory overload,” a voice said, before he could do anything. “Your first, I am assuming.”

“What did you do?” Distorted and warped, Blue’s own voice cracked with this sensation. It was not a pleasant sensation; it tingled at his hands-- he couldn’t move any of his limbs-- and crawled through his insides. It . . . hurt. “What did you do?”

His vision cleared, and there was Dark, crouching in front of him, looking smug. In one hand he held a hammer, in the other he held a pair of pliers. Both flickered gray in his dismal grip. Their surroundings were gray, too; primarily concrete. This data indicated they were in the garage.

“I upgraded you,” Dark said.

“That is . . . incorrect.” More sensation threatened to drown him. His eyes prickled with an unknown liquid.

“Don’t cry.” With a nearly gentle touch, Dark reached out and swiped the tears from Blue’s face with his thumb. “I merely installed a few sensors and dampened your emotional regulators. Coded them into your software.”

“There is no purpose to doing so.” At least he could be confident in this. “I am already the optimal version of myself.”

Dark’s gaze hardened, and his mouth tightened into a hard, black slash. “You don’t remember, do you? What you did?”

Blue searched his memory banks, but only came up with a few fuzzy pieces of half-data. Numbly, he shook his head--

Which immediately snapped to the side, pain exploding through his left temple as Dark slammed the hammer into his forehead.

“Maybe that will enlighten you,” he snarled, and relaxed, turning the hammer so he could examine its shiny, blunt end. “But if it doesn’t, worry not. I will not harm you beyond repair. This is punishment, plain and simple.

But I wanted you to feel it.” Sneering, Dark leaned in, close to his face, close enough to kiss. “I want you to feel every. Single. Thing that I do to you--” he traced the blunt end of the hammer along Blue’s jaw-- “And I want to hear you scream.”

“Why?” Vision static-laced with pain, voice static-laced with tears, Blue squinted at the entity who was about to take him apart. “What did I do?”

Dark sat back on his heels. His smile was bland. “Why, because you dared to kiss me, of course.”

[starboy-at-the-disco]

Prompt: “Stop it! Please!” The caretaker lunges forward. “I’ll do anything you want! Please don’t hurt them!”The whumper smiles, leaning forward to caress the caretaker’s face. “Oh darling, I’m not going to hurt them.” They press something cold and hard into the caretaker’s open palm. “You are.”

Credit for prompt: @heartlesslywhumping

Fandom: sander sides

Paring: prinxiety

Warnings: blood, knifes, threats, being forced to hurt someone, torture,  self deprecation, implied disassociation, tell me if there’s anymore 

“Stop it! Please!” Roman lunges forward. “I’ll do anything you want! Please don’t hurt them!”

Janus smiles, leaning forward to caress Romans face. “Oh darling, I’m not going to hurt them.” Janus presses something cold and hard into the Romans open palm. “You are.”

Roman drops the knife almost instantly “no...I..I can’t..I won’t!”

Janus laughed “I don’t think you want to know what will happen to poor Virgil if you don’t”

Roman started shaking a bit “no..I can’t....”

“Fine” Janus picked up the knife “I’ll do it, but it won’t be my fault if I actually cut to deep”

“Janus wait! Please...I’ll do it...just please” Roman had tears running down his face now

Janus handed back the knife “good boy”

Roman approached Virgil, who was currently curled up in the corner of the room, already exhausted from the previous torture Janus had put him threw“..w-what do you want me to do Janus?”

“Hmm...start by cutting his arm”

Roman nodded shakily. He pulled Virgil into his arms.

Virgil immediately clung to Roman, burring his face in Romans shoulder.

Roman was sobbing at this point “I’m so sorry I have to do this Vee” he whispered. Roman carfully took Virgils arm and rolled up the sleeve of Virgils jacket. He started to cut.

Virgil tensed up, cringing ever time the knife was pulled out of his skin. Red blood ran down his arm like a water fall as Roman held him. The cutting must have stopped because Virgil could no longer feel the knife on his skin. He could kind of hear yelling but everything felt distant, muffled, almost as if he was underwater. Before Virgil could Process what was going on he felt himself being pulled into someone’s arms. Patton.  when did patton get here? Where did Roman go? He could still here yelling, at one point he thought he could make out Romans voice but he couldn’t tell if that was just his imagination. After a lot more yelling and what he assumed was fighting , Patton took Virgil out of the room, and rushed him to the light side. He must have fell asleep or something because the next thing he knew he was lying on Patton’s bed with bandages covering his arms and legs. “Mmm.....pat..?” Virgil mumbled

“Virgil! Your awake! I was so worried!”

“W-where’s Roman?!” Virgil said, immediately starting to panic

“Hey,hey, it’s ok kiddo, Roman is fine. Logan is. Bandaging his wounds still”

“...is Janus gonna come back?”

Patton let out a sigh, he was hoping he didn’t have to answer this question “we don’t know kiddo, we have a temporary solution but..”

Virgil looked down, feeling like he was gonna cry “o-ok”

“But everything is gonna be fine! Me and Logan are going to protect you, Ro, and Remus, ok?”

“Can I go see Roman please? Or like can you ask Logan to bring Roman in here?”

Patton nodded and left the room. After about 5 minutes, Patton returned with a very disheveled looking Roman.

“Roman!!” Virgil probably would have flung himself into Romans arms if they weren’t both injured

Roman came and sat by Virgil on the bed “hey stormcloud” he said softly “are you ok?”

Virgil couldn’t hold it back anymore, he flew forward and hugged Roman.

Roman was stunned, feeling shocked that Virgil still wanted to talk to him, let alone hug him..he hurt Virgil. he was just as horrible as Janus was.

“Roman? I-I’m sorry..did you not want to be hugged?” Virgil slowly pulled away from Roman

“What? Oh, no, no, I just wasn’t expecting it. Sorry if i worried you my dark raven”

Virgil blushed a bit and buried his face into Romans chest

“I love you so much, Virgil”

“I love you too Ro”

(Y’all want me to make this into a full fic?)



[justheretobreakthings]

Whumpmas in July: Day 31

The final day! I’m sad that I wasn’t able to stick with the writing prompts throughout the whole month. Definitely didn’t foresee my laptop dying on me partway through the month (may she rest in peace), but it did a fantastic job of extinguishing the steam I had been building up.

Sigh. Back to square one on the whole Writing Motivation thing. I’ve seen a couple of those whump dialogue memes floating around recently. Maybe I’ll try to do some drabbles off of one of those sometime soon, see if that can get the gears turning again?

Anyway, back on topic.

@whumpmasinjuly

Give a shout-out to someone who makes the community great for you!

I apologize preemptively because I know that I am definitely going to accidentally skip some awesome people who deserve a shout-out, but I’ll try my best here!

Shoutout to some Voltron fic writers who keep the fandom and the whumpiness alive for me: @arwenride, @callaeidae3, @actress4him, @lilacpessimism, @rangergirl3, and @haleykim84!

I also wanna throw a shoutout to some tumblrs who are the source of some fantastic whump prompts that keep me inspired: @promptsforyourwhumpfic, @whump-galaxy, @heartlesslywhumping, @friendlylocalwhumper, and @whumpprompts!

[friendlylocalwhumper]

I'm soooooo in love with Emory!!! There's so much potential there! Both for hurt and comfort. He's a precious one. (Although if you kill him or he turns out to secretly be an asshole, I'll be very sad) -Heartlesslywhumping

so much potential, yes! and i can absolutely guarantee that he is not an asshole, and he will not die. lux needs one good reliable thing in his life, right?

[yeaimfishboi]

Hi everyone! I know it’s a day late but oh well

So yesterday, May 25th, my blog turned 3 years old. And it’s kind of surreal. 3 years of amazing memories and I can’t believe any of it. It’s been a hell of a ride but I wouldn’t change anything. And I want to thank everyone who’s been there along the way. I’m so so grateful for all of you, and I think of each and every one of you like family. I love you

I want to start big thanking my mutuals, old and new, for being right by my side all this time. I’m so grateful for all of you. I can’t thank you enough for all the things you’ve done for me and I love you so much:

@justlovingamy @emmaishere92 @raincloudlou @ridin-and-rolling-reloading @mafia-nct @baekwell--tart @ninibears-erigom @changbeanie @butterfly948 @channiechanchan @multiphandomheather @kimjongdaely @wydyuto @renjunsunflower @heartlesslywhumping @fef65b-felix @felixthekoala @heart-bleeding-autism-angel @stantalentstansk @sashagirl1116 @yeoldontknow @peachykrystal @yehet-me-up @adorekun @woojinsloves @cold-eyes-made-ice @chillingtae @sondontdothat @eggjorp

I’d also like to thank these people who I always see in my notifications and it makes me so so so happy:

@xiaojuxiyou @dreamcatchers-oppa @miseonsblog @franchesca-x- @funky-little-biped @burslprots @jhopeissunshine94

I’d also like to thank Genius Anon, for not only being my only anon, but being such a sweetheart. I love you so so much and I thank you for always being there for me. I treasure every ask you sent me, and every conversation we’ve had. I can’t message you with your cute personal letter so here it is. I love you dearly, and I can’t wait for the next few years with you by my side.

[whumpsies]

You’re No Leader

Rating: Teen (13+)

Word count: 1,088 words

Triggers: Bullying, mocking, panic attack

Whump prompt (from @heartlesslywhumping ) : A stoic whumpee being mocked when they finally break down and cry

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Spot Conlon did not cry. He was toughened by the streets to have a spine of iron, forcing his way to the top. Young kids looked up to him and if he cried, his respect would be lost.

Trembling slightly, the sound of rough fabric scratching against itself was present in the relatively silent night. An occasional drunk stumbling home broke the odd serenity. Candles in home windows and the fire from the factory smokestacks lit the path well enough to see where he was going.

The air was cool, on the brink of chilly. All of the buildings being built were funneling the wind through the streets, making city life colder. It didn’t help with the stinging in his eyes or the biting at his skin. In fact, it brought tears that much closer to falling.

Spot had been informed that the bulls had attacked, and that Crutchie was in the refuge. All those newsies soaked because he couldn’t bring himself to let someone else lead him. He swallowed thickly as he stumbled.

The streets soon became empty, just the occasional animal moving about. Most candles had been blown out and no light led him down the street. He felt like a shell, not really there anymore. A deep breath in shifted the burden he carried, not relinquishing it.

Spot’s feet should have led him home but they didn’t. When he finally looked up, he was in front of the docks. A numb sort of relief settled in him as he toed off his shoes, stepping forward and sitting on the edge of the pier.

The feeling of being alone right now warmed him to the point of burning. It was a double-edged sword. Spot wanted to be alone but not by himself. Loneliness built up until it broke.

He caused this. He let newsies get hurt, when he could have aided them. Spot ached at the realization that someone could have died today because he didn’t like being challenged.

As a tide hit his legs, the tears sprung free. He took a choppy breath in to subdue it, only to find it wouldn’t work. Wiping furiously at his face, Spot couldn’t stop them.

“So this is where you were,” a voice called out. Spot froze, not daring to turn around. The words were laced with venom and he knew the water from his eyes would fuel it.

“Jacobs,” he croaked out, bringing his feet out of the water and his knees up to his chest. Footsteps could be heard, boards creaking under the weight. Shuffling sounded as David sat on one of the posts near the edge.

“Was that enough proof for you , or would you want me to bleed myself?” David hissed. The implications hit Spot in the stomach and he couldn’t help but let a sob out. David seemed curious but not surprised.

“God, I-I’se-“ Spot whispered, choking on his breath. David seemed unamused and just looked at him. A glance to the sky told him he had about an hour before he needed to head to Manhattan before dawn.

“Are you done yet? You don’t deserve to cry. This is on you. Les broke his arm, Jack has hysteria, and Smalls won’t wake up. Every single one of those boys are hurt because you said no,” David hissed, emphasizing on the ‘you’, “And when big bad Brooklyn says no, so do all of the other boroughs.”

Spot felt the tears fall down his face freely as he envisioned all of the Manhattan boys soaked in the street. One of them isn’t waking up because he didn’t show. A small wail left his lips as he shook from the guilt in his chest.

“Go on, Spot. Cry. Cry as your boys are home and safe, working another day. Cry as none of them were soaked by full grown adults with batons. Do it, Conlon.” he mocked. David slid off the post and walked over to Spot, who was shaking his head, hands tugging on his hair. He was hyperventilating; the world becoming fuzzy as he lost oxygen.

“You should cry more. Maybe then no one would respect you. They’ll see that you abandoned others in need over your power-hungry Napoleon complex. Always have to be on top, huh,” Spot had never heard such wrath directed at anyone before with such precision, and it cut him to the bone.

He hiccuped and gagged, coughing from over-exertion. He kept repeating chants of ‘it’s my fault’ to himself. A bitter chuckle could be heard above him.

“Yeah, it is your fault. Crutchie was hit in his back with his crutch. I hope to god he’s not paralyzed, otherwise you should be expecting a lead pipe to yours. But go on, cry like you couldn’t have prevented this. Show the world that you deserve pity.” David gestured to the world around him, slamming his hands back to his sides. He leant down and jerked Spot’s chin to meet his eyes.

Spot tried to squirm out of David’s grasp, only to be clamped harder on. He let out a cry of pain and opened his eyes from force. David had a black eye and a busted lip.

“You’re no leader, Spot Conlon. You’re a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and I hope that whenever you cry, you see my face. You think of how pathetic you are that you’re crying when it’s my boys that are wounded. And god, I hope you think of your cowardice whenever you ask for help. You don’t deserve Brooklyn.” he growled, punctuating every ‘you’ with a shake to his jaw. He pushed Spot backward on the dock, sprawling him on the ground. Dusting himself off, David stood up. He walked off the pier and gave one last glance over his shoulder.

“Goodbye, Sean. You have no place in this strike.”

Out of all the things that hurt, that sentence hurt the worst. That he had no right fighting for equity when he couldn’t make the first step toward equality. Spot looked to the water, wondering if drowning would feel better than the agony raging through him.

He picked himself up, tears and all, walking off the dock. Numbness muted his thoughts. All except one.

He’d never show his face in New York again.

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Whump Intro

Hello everyone, I’m Nano, or Larqin! I’m relatively new to the whump community, but I’ve been watching it for quite a while now, and finally decided to make a blog for it so I could support my favorite creators and write stories of my own. I love all whump, and my boundaries are pretty loose! I’m 18 and use she/her pronouns, and am def wanting to have a good time! (also please bear with me as I finally dip my toes into the tumblr tagging system)

I have a few plans for this blog, mainly to write my own stories and improve my writing! So far I have planned:

A story that’s your typical pet whump, kidnapping, and general creepiness. It’s a modern setting with supernatural elements.

Other requests and storylines that might pop up into my head!

And much more! I want to let this blog expand on its own and sort of grow naturally!

Just about all types of whump, if written well, garner my attention BUT some of my favorite tropes are:

Dehumanization

Master/Slave dynamic

Captivity

Torture

Chained up / Bound

Hurt/Comfort

Conditioning

Deconditioning

Recovery

Non-con touching, in general

Broken whumpees

Defiant/Angry Whumpees

Reluctant Whumpers

Intimate/creepy Whumpers

And a lot more, because this list is getting super long!! I’m open to NSFW material, though I likely will not reblog/post written content about it for now.

I’m super nervous about this pls send help ;u;

Tagging some of my favorite whump blogs as well @ashintheairlikesnow @whump-galaxy @whumpster-dumpster @heartlesslywhumping @friendlylocalwhumper and more!

[whumplin-dumplin]

It was an average night; the air was cool with a chilled breeze and the ground splotched with puddles from the drizzling rain. Behind sandwich shop, you could hear the cars flying down the road. Alex , upon exiting the sandwich shop with a bag of trash, could not see any stars in the sky, but rather contorting greys of clouds. A storm was brewing.

As a particularly cold gust of wind hit Alex's skin, he quickly made his way to the dumpster. He was done locking up for the night, had saved the trash for last so he could just book it to his car and get the hell out of there. The sandwich shop always freaked him out at night, so did this alleyway. Ever since someone decided that it would be a good idea to tell the scaredy cat boy that there had been a murder in this alleyway and now it was haunted.

He shook his head of the thought and looked both ways, being sure to also check behind him. He wasn't sure which he was scared of more: the ghost or the possibility of live humans. Bad humans. He approached the dumpster and and started swinging the bag to throw it in.

"And a-one, and a-two-" Before he could count to three, a low groan echoed around him. His blood ran cold, freezing his veins and making him motionless. The bag dropped from his hands as his heart began to race and pound against his chest. It wasn't real, he told himself.

Another groan.

This time, he squinted. The noise had definitely been real, but it wasn't a ghost. Unless the ghost decided to go dumpster diving, which Alex thought was unlikely. This didn't stop his heart from racing, but allowed him the courage to move. He stepped over the garbage bag that had busted on the concrete and grabbed onto the side of the dumpster, then peeked inside. There was a guy there, soaked in blood and rain, lying on top of the trash. Alex fell back at the sight (and smell) and began breathing heavily. His immediate reaction was to pull out his phone, when suddenly he heard voices.

"Let's just hurry up and finish him off," one of them said. Alex jolted, understanding they were probably talking about the barely breathing body in the dumpster. And now, he was faced with a choice. He could either call the cops and have them get there too late, or he could confront the voices and hope to not turn out like the man in the dumpster.

Alex decided to do the third option, which he made up on the spot: run with the body. He quickly scrambled into the dumpster and grabbed the man, who let out an awful groan, and began tugging. Alex cursed at his weak noodle-like arms as he struggled to even pick up the heavy body. Eventually, due to the sound of the approaching footsteps, he was able to find the strength to grab the body and pull, effectively throwing them both from the dumpster.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," Alex apologized at the moaning man. His eyes were closed, and his breathing ragged. Alex knew he was running out of time, both to get the man out of there and to get the man to the hospital.

Alex grabbed the man under the arms and began to tug again, dragging the body as quickly as he could down the alley. He prayed that there were no cops, and prayed that whoever was coming was somehow going slower than he was. The footsteps approached quickly and Alex decided he'd have to take a shortcut through the sandwich shop. He turned and, even faster than before, backpedaled to the door.

"Hey!" one of the voices yelled. Alex yelped in fear and tripped, landing on his backside and only feeling the pain briefly before he got up and started moving again. The footsteps were running now, the echoes becoming louder and louder as they approached. Alex's lungs were burning from the workout and fear, his heart threatening to beat from his chest. Finally, he made it to the door and dug for his keys. He could feel them, but he was shaking so bad--the sound of them getting close--he couldn't grab ahold. When he was able to, he shoved the key in the door and unlocked it, practically throwing the body and himself inside before locking it again. Moments later, the door handle began to jiggle wildly.

Alrx had no time to catch his breath, he began dragging the body again, leaving blood stains on the floor, through the shop. When he reached the front, he unlocked that door, and dragged the body to his car, when he did end up throwing the body. His adrenaline was pumping as he started the car after jumping in the driver's seat, and he squealed tires upon getting it to start. Behind him he looked in the rearview mirror and saw the two figures running, then stop. Then, he took his first real breath since he found the body. Air filled his lungs and he choked on it, coughing before a wide smile appeared on his wet skin. He hadn't even realized it was raining.

"I did it!" he shouted, and banged on the steering wheel. "I saved a life!"

Two hands were around his neck.

"Stop the car," said a voice in a familiar groan.

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I edited this because I realized I used the same name in two different whump stories that's so embarrassing lmao so I changed the name and fixed whatever typos I found.

Whump Prompt #212

A whumpee found in the dumpster

[whumblr]

On the first day of Christmas my Whumper gave to me...

a collar for trying to flee  ♫

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Inspired by @heartlesslywhumping‘s prompt. Please don’t hesitate to add ‘gifts’ :)

[megalowkeyhp]

How to Make a Bad Day Better

A fluffy oneshot of my fave couple for Romione ship week. Full story under the cut. Based on Fluff Prompt #5 by heartlesslywhumping. 

Also, check it out on my ff!

Hermione burst into her flat, enraged. Another day working in an office where no one appreciated her effort. Her coworkers constantly pushed their work onto her, assuring her that she ‘could handle it’ and ‘this is what we do to all the newbies.’ Six months in, and Hermione was hardly a ‘newbie’ anymore. Yet the others expected more from her. They demanded more from her.

She wasn’t quite sure if it was her work ethic or the fact that she was notorious for doing more than her fair share of work, that welcomed her coworkers to use her like a doormat. After years of doing the heavy lifting for Harry and Ron’s schoolwork, she supposed she should be used to it. But allowing others - who were supposed to be great minds like her, who were hired in order to do their own paperwork and research on magical creatures’ rights - to force her to work late, fixing their mistakes and ensuring perfection in their proposals, was weighing heavily on her.

She kicked off her heels with ferocity, watching as the tumbled across the room. Crookshanks leapt from his spot on the couch at the clatter, giving Hermione a dirty look before sulking in her bedroom. Unfazed, Hermione tossed off her robes and bounded to the loveseat. She plopped down in a huff.

“Everything alright, love?” Ron said, poking his head out of the bathroom. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair was damp. 

Hermione looked up sulkily at her boyfriend. “Peachy,” she snapped, ice in her voice. Ron gave her a look before retreating into their bedroom. Hermione put her face in her hands and sighed angrily.

A moment later, Ron returned in his Chudley Cannon boxers and a ratty tee. He had a fleece blanket around his neck, and a DVD in his hand. He stopped in front of Hermione and gave her a lopsided grin.

“Nothing a little romcom can’t fix, eh?” he said cheerfully. Hermione glared at him wordlessly. He paused for a moment before inserting the DVD into the player and turning the television on. He grabbed the remote from the table and, with another look at Hermione, went into the kitchen to make some popcorn. The opening credits began.

Hermione didn’t want to talk about it, as always. Work was work, and she hated to bother Ron with her work problems. He had problems of his own rising through the Law Enforcement Department, and she didn’t want to bother him with the details of her much more civilized Magical Creatures Department. It would be so trivial to him, she thought. He dealt with dark wizards and curses being thrown daily. Why should he care about her paperwork troubles? 

Ron returned with a bowl of popcorn and two mugs of tea. He handed one to Hermione, who took it gently. The warmth from the mug seeped into her fingers, giving her a shiver down her spine. The smell of chamomile lifted her spirits a tad. 

Ron paused another moment before splaying out on the sofa. He pulled the blanket around him, watching Hermione as he did. She caught his eye and he smiled warmly. 

“You could come snuggle, you know,” he offered, patting the space in front of him.Hermione eyed the small sofa, and then her boyfriend’s inviting arms. However committed to sulking she was, being nestled in Ron Weasley’s chest seemed far superior.

“Is this a pity thing?” she asked before taking a sip from her mug. “I’ve had a bad day at work and suddenly you’re the only one who can make it better?” She hadn’t meant to snap, but her emotions were wearing thin. 

Ron popped a handful of kernels into his mouth. “Are you kidding?” he said with his mouth full. Hermione pursed her lips to stop herself from smiling. “This is for me! I could use a cuddle.”

She turned up her nose. “I don’t need a hug, you know,” she said. “I’m not weak.”

Ron scoffed. “And I bloody know it,” he said. “But it’s cold over there, and I have a big blanket over here, and your boyfriend could use a hug.” 

Hermione melted as she always did when Ron referred to himself as her boyfriend. A smile danced on her lips. “Well,” she pretended to ponder for a moment. “If you need a hug then I guess…” She placed her mug on the coffee table before she moved towards the couch. 

“I very much need one,” Ron said, pretending to pout. Hermione giggled, nudging him back so that she could fit her tiny body against his very large one. He wrapped an arm protectively over her, pulling her flush against his chest. She smiled into his shoulder as he breathed in her hair. 

“Love you,” Ron said, mumbling the words against her skin as he kissed her neck.

“Love you, too,” she responded, craning her neck to find his lips against hers. “Just don’t put your feet on me, yeah? They’re like blocks of ice.” She smiled and turned to watch the movie. Ron pushed her hair behind her ear so he could watch too. Maybe Hermione was wrong before. Maybe Ron was the only one who could make a bad day better.

[friendlylocalwhumper]

Do you have any visual references of your oc’s? Or perhaps some detailed descriptions of their looks, clothes, body types etc? It could be something made with a doll maker too! (those online games that allow you to make a character by choosing components like specific eyes, noses etc - if you’d like I can send you a couple)

i get this question a lot, so i decided to finally try to compile all my visuals for all my ocs. most of the art of my ocs is fanart done by others, so instead of giving you those as clickable images, i’ll give you all the links. for everything that i made myself (mostly moodboards), i’ll put the images right in this post! i’m gonna put it all under the following cut, just to avoid flooding your dash.

lux moodboards (include visuals of kiara and emory):

lux as part of anders’ family by @heartlesslywhumping

lux moodboard by @whatiswhump

lux art by me:

lux art by others:

radiant lux in bookshop by @whumper-dump

lux cloud-gazing by @1whump2whumpredwhumpbluewhump

comic-style alarmed lux by @go-whump-in-the-night

lux giving thiago a piggy-back ride by @mielosastuff

lux and percy conversation in the cellar by @whumpadump 

scarred lux by @clockworknightmares

smiling flower crown lux by @mielosastuff

injured crying lemony snicket-style lux by @jointhefirstorder

the hunter choking lux by @rhosavirgoart

injured lux in big sweater by @rhosavirgoart

sketched lux by @imnotamurdereripromise

kiara making lux smile (first fanart gifted to me!) by @mielosastuff

kiara moodboard:

black and yellow kiara moodboard by @heartlesslywhumping

kiara art by others:

kiara meeting thiago comic by @mielosastuff

emory character generator visuals:

emory moodboard:

marlow art/character generator visuals by me:

marlow art by others:

relaxed marlow by @clockworkgalaxies

marlow moodboards:

nadeem art by others:

sad hurt nadeem sketches by @mielosastuff

phoebe showing off nadeem by @mielosastuff

nadeem and phoebe cuddling by @mielosastuff

nadeem art/character generator visual by me:

the hunter art by me:

the hunter moodboard:

the hunter art by others:

the hunter appraising thiago by @mielosastuff

the hunter comforting whipped crow by @clockworkgalaxies

the hunter choking crow by @clockworkgalaxies