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[collapse-and-comfort]

BTHB Part 5 ~ Serum Injection

The fifth fill for my @badthingshappenbingo​ card! This was inspired by this prompt by @heartlesslywhumping​. I’ve had that prompt in mind for a very long time and I finally got around to writing something for it! 

Square Filled: Serum Injection

Fandom: Original Work

Word Count: 2,473

CW: Needles/forced drugging in a (sort of) medical setting

“No, stop! What are you doing?!” Blix shouted as the men in gray dragged him into the room. “What are you doing?!”

They gave him no answer as he strained against them. They pulled him back toward the bed in the middle of the room. He should have fought. He should have bared his fangs and punched and kicked, or even used his power. But instead, he’d tried to understand, tried to reason with them.

“I didn’t do anything!” He heard the way his voice cracked and he heard the desperate squeak of his boots on the floor.

“Doesn’t matter,” one of them grunted.

The four men hauled Blix’s lean body onto the bed with coordinated, unyielding force. He tried to shove them away, but they pinned his down arms and his legs. He arched his back and let out a frustrated breath.

“Let me go,” he tried as he flattened himself back down to regroup. His voice was edging close to begging. “Please.”

They didn’t acknowledge him. Blix imagined that, from their perspective, they may as well have been handling a wild, senseless beast. His mind screamed for his team to come and save him. Wren would have gone for Bowen by now. They were coming for him; they had to be.

His gaze leaped from face to face, but he found no sympathy on any of them. He searched for something, anything, that would help him. There was nothing. A man in a white coat, carrying a vial and a hypodermic needle, entered his line of sight. Blix went deathly still for a moment and his dark eyes went wide.

“What’s that?! What are you doing?!”

Blix’s tongue suddenly felt clumsy in his mouth.

“Shh,” the man said as he stuck the needle into the vial. “I assure you it’s perfectly harmless.”

Blix began to struggle again as the man - a doctor? -drew the violet liquid into the syringe. He snapped the cylinder, then pushed the plunger, forcing out some of the liquid. The drops glinted in the light as they rose, then plummeted. Blix shook his head from side to side as the doctor stepped closer.

“What is that?” he asked again. His heart slammed in his chest as he eyed the needle. He could hear the hysterical pitch his voice was reaching alongside his short, rabid breaths, but he was far beyond caring how it sounded.

“You don’t have to do this!” he yelled as he bucked. “No! Please don’t! Nonono.”

“Be still,” the doctor said. He put a firm, gloved hand on Blix’s jawline and turned his head to expose his neck. “You’ll just feel some discomfort.”

He was right. To Blix’s humiliation, he whimpered and screwed his eyes shut as the needle pierced his vein. The doctor was expressionless as he depressed the plunger, then withdrew the needle. The serum’s cold burn made Blix’s eyes go wide and he could feel the sting of tears.

“It’s done,” the doctor said without any discernible warmth or commiseration. Blix began to struggle again, but whatever was coursing through him forced his head back down and made the room spin.

What’s done? What did you do? He thought. His head lolled to the side; he looked at the still-open door and longed to see his boss and Wren come through.

Blix’s world lurched and he moaned as his fear and panic transformed.

---

Even after Bowen accepted payment for the job his team completed, he smiled and nodded and continued a dialogue with the man who paid them. Maintaining positive trade relations had become instinct over the years, and working with this station could potentially be very lucrative. In his mind, though, The Ferox was touching down on a planet without development or inhabitants. It had been too long since he’d taken anything resembling a vacation.

The team won’t be opposed to a break, he thought.

“I have another job for you and your team if you’re interested,” his client said.

It was Bowen’s impulse to say yes, but before he could, Wren found them. Bowen stopped shy of introducing his second-in-command when he saw that Wren’s ash-blond hair was more disheveled than usual and his lip was split.

“They took Blix,” Wren said.

“Who did?” Bowen asked.

“Some assholes in gray uniforms,” Wren said as he swept his hair back. His jaws were set and his shoulders were squared.

Before Bowen could ask where Blix had been taken, their client spoke up.

“Is your friend, by chance, Ventrexi?”

“Half,” Bowen said.

“Why does that matter?” Wren asked.

“I’m relatively new to this place,” the client said. “But long story short, if a Ventrexi visits this territory, they’re required to be medicated to prevent the threat their psychic abilities present.”

“That’s bullshit! Blix wouldn’t do anything like that!”

Bowen put a hand on Wren’s shoulder.

Easy, he willed him, though Wren was absolutely right.

“Unfortunately,” their client said as he crossed his arms and cast a wary glance at Wren, “That’s not a risk The Commission is willing to take. They probably took him to The Well.”

The client shrugged and minutely rolled his eyes when he saw that Bowen and Wren were nonplussed.

“I don’t know. It’s just what they call the place they take the Ventrexi if they have to.”

Bowen and Wren made their way easily enough, and they found themselves in a quiet, well-ordered section of the station. Bowen hadn’t known what to expect, but this wasn’t it. The pale gray walls and low lights purveyed a sense of drab, clinical calm that made him eager to get back to their ship.

A man in a white coat looked up from the screen he’d been focused on.

“Can I help you?” he asked as he looked over the pair as he awaited the answer to his dispassionate inquiry.

“One of my crew was brought here,” Bowen said. His voice was direct, but not antagonistic. He hoped it would remain so. “We’ll be taking him with us.”

“The young Ventrexi-”

“His name’s Blix,” Wren bit out.

The doctor looked between the two before continuing.

“I can’t allow him to leave. Not yet.”

“Why not?” Bowen asked. He kept his voice calm despite the fact he could feel his temper flaring. In his periphery, he could see Wren take a step closer to the doctor, who either didn’t notice, or didn’t care.

“I administered the medication his people are required to have,” he said. “Unfortunately, he seems to have had a reaction to it.”

“What sort of reaction?” Bowen asked as he narrowed deep his gray eyes at the doctor.

“Not to worry,” the doctor said. “He’s being monitored closely.”

“I asked you what kind of reaction,” Bowen said, letting any pretense of cordiality slip away. The doctor seemed to weigh his options before answering.

“He’s disoriented,” he began. “His heart rate is elevated. I’m afraid he grew too agitated and we were forced to restrain him.”

Wren let out a low growl and Bowen worried it wasn’t just for show. He raised a hand up, calling for stillness and reason, though he was wrestling with it himself. The doctor didn’t balk at Wren’s deep, angry vocalization.

“Duomorphs are interesting creatures,” the doctor offered with a cold half smile. Intrigue glittered in his eyes as he regarded Wren. It added unease to Bowen’s ire.

“Take us to Blix,” Bowen said. He refused to take whatever emotional bait the doctor thought he was dangling. Apparently, thankfully, so did Wren.

The doctor nodded and gave Wren another thoughtful glance before turning and guiding them behind closed doors and into an equally sombre hall, the length of which boasted three observation rooms on each side.

Bowen’s own name reached his ears, and he and Wren sped down the hall until they found Blix on the opposite side of a window.

“Bowen?!” Blix called as he tugged at the restraints around his wrists. “Help! Help me, please! I’m sorry! Please?! Wren?!”

“He can’t see you,” the doctor told them as thought it would lessen the pain of what they saw. “Two-way glass.”

Wren tried to open the door to the room, but found it locked. A bustling rescue wasn’t going to be the order of the day and Bowen could see the anger mount in Wren when he realized that.

“Get him out of here,” Wren demanded as he wrenched at the knob again. His eyes flashed like hellfire. “Now.’”

Shit, Bowen thought. He trusted Wren not to transform, trusted him to control himself -he’d come a long way from the wild thing that Bowen had taken in -but he wasn’t sure that a display of Wren’s dual nature was the right pressure to add in this situation, especially if the people in this place were so intent on controlling powers.

“Give him back to us,” Bowen said. “And we’ll be on our way.”

The doctor shook his head.

“It’s in his best interest to stay here. At least for the time being. Just until the effects of the serum have lessened.”

“How long?” Wren asked before Bowen could.

“Difficult to say,” the doctor said. His hand hovered over the row of vials. “This serum is meant to suppress the Ventrexi’s ability to manipulate minds and emotions.”

The doctor turned his attention to his frantic patient and Bowen thought he saw something - Uncertainty? Aggravation? - ghost over the doctor’s features.

“I’ve never seen this reaction before.”

Bowen eyed the line of half a dozen vials on a metal table outside the room. Each was filled with a violet liquid. The knowledge that that was what was coursing through Blix’s veins made Bowen want to sweep them off the table and watch the glass shatter. With a deft hand, Bowen palmed a vial instead.

Blix’s pleas from the other side of the window grew in intensity. It made Bowen want to pull Blix close. Anything to banish all his dread and desperation. Bowen’s heart ached as Blix’s fearful, unfocused eyes searched for help and each of his limbs pulled so harshly at the restraints that there were sure to be bruises.  

Blix fell back on the mattress. He panted as he continued to twist and beg. Bowen watched the sharp rise and fall of Blix’s chest and he knew the doctor was right. A controlled environment would be best for Blix until he was able to calm down.

When Blix began to sob, Bowen’s fingernails bit into his palms.

Wren’s hand remained on the doorknob as he glared at the doctor. Bowen knew he needed to do or say something that would move this situation along.

“Wren?”

Wren straightened and met Bowen’s eyes, prepared to act on his orders, violently if necessary.

“Go and find Wes. Tell him to meet us back at the ship. I’ll stay here until Blix is ready to be moved.”

Wren’s face fell, but his eyes burned. Bowen moved his head from side to side. The motion was nearly imperceptible, but it was enough that Wren relented. He spared Blix a worried glance before starting on his way. Bowen stepped in front of him.

“Make it quick,” Bowen told Wren as he pressed the vial into his hand. Wren’s features lightened with understanding and after a sharp little nod, he left.

Blix’s face was tearstained. He let out a feeble “Please,” as he tugged ineffectually at the restraints. “Help me.”

I can’t, Bowen thought. I’m so sorry, Blix.

Bowen questioned how long he could stand there, but he knew the answer. He would wait and watch as long as it took for his crewmember - brave, kind, empathetic Blix who would never hurt someone if he didn’t have to -to come out of this. The guilt would gnaw on Bowen for far, far longer.

The doctor entered the room and Bowen forgot to breathe as he watched Blix squirm and flinch away when the doctor tried to touch him. The straps held him tight. Blix’s pleading had become quiet; instead, he wept and writhed. And there wasn’t a damn thing Bowen could do.

When the doctor came out of the room, he suggested more time.

As long as it takes, Bowen thought as he cast the doctor a baleful glance.

Finally -Bowen didn’t know how long -Blix’s body went slack. His eyes remained open and staring, and though Bowen knew better, he would have sworn Blix was looking directly at him. When the doctor finally allowed him into the room to gather Blix, Blix’s head rolled toward him.

“Bone?” he slurred. “Knew you’d come.”

“Yeah, kiddo,” he said. He couldn’t meet Blix’s gaze as he unfastened the restraints. “Let’s get you out of here.”

The trip back to The Ferox was a slow one. Blix leaned against Bowen and apologized whenever he stumbled. Bowen just hushed him and felt his heart grow heavier each time. They drew little attention in the hangar and when they reached the ship, no one, including Wren and Wes had returned yet. Perhaps it was just as well. Blix didn’t seem to be in danger; for the time being, at least he’d be spared the prying eyes of the rest of the crew.

They made it to Blix’s room, (It was the sort of messy that would only require a few minutes of effort to clean up.) and Bowen lowered Blix down onto the bed.

“Go ahead and lay down,” Bowen said. He squeezed one of Blix’s shoulders and tried to smile.

Blix nodded and lowered himself down onto his side and pulled his legs up onto the bed. Bowen reached down and unlaced Blix’s boots before removing them and setting them down neatly by the foot of the bed.

“There,” Bowen said as he straightened. “Try to relax. Wes will be here soon.”

Bowen saw Blix’s lower lip tremble and thought perhaps his face was going to crumple and that he was going to weep. Bowen prepared himself to anchor Blix through a fresh bout of emotional turmoil, but Blix swallowed and looked up at Bowen with big, dark eyes. They were red-rimmed and weary, but they were more present than they had been moments before.

“Why did they do that to me?”

Bowen sat down helplessly on the mattress and put a heavy hand on Blix’s shoulder. He knew they had taken one look at Blix’s sharp canines and pointed ears, and seen only his Ventrexi lineage. They’d only seen vicious intentions. They hadn’t seen Blix.

Bowen should have known. He should have been aware of that situation in the area. He should have been able to warn Blix about it. He sat there, silently apologizing for something Blix would never think to blame him for.

“They were assholes,” Bowen said as his thumb rubbed back and forth across Blix’s shoulder. “You didn’t deserve that.”

[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!

[whumptopia]

me, chanting: “ROBOWHUMP! ROBOWHUMP! ROBOWHUMP! ROBO—!”

Whump Prompt #80

WHAT DID YOU DO

“Upgraded you.”

INCORRECT

“Trust me.”

I DO NOT-

WHY DO I

WHAT PURPOSE DOES THIS SERVE

“I installed nerve sensors and coded them into your system”

I

I DO NOT UNDERSTAND

“You can feel pain, you idiot”

BUT

BUT

…….WHY?

“Now we can have some fun”

HUMOR

I DO NOT UNDERSTAND

“You will”

I

              I

I

DO NOT

I

I AM AFRAID

[grumpywhump]

hey there!! call me hal, my pronouns are they/them, and i’m a new whump blog!

i’ve been into whump for a little while, so i set this blog up to post my own whump writing, and reblog other whumpy stuff i like!

please send me asks/prompts/requests, they sustain me...

some of my favourite tropes:

- supernatural/magical whump, especially where magic malfunctions

- passing out

- illness (sickfics were what got me into whump, actually!)

some squicks i’d like to avoid

- noncon/rape (i am a minor. directly sending me/tagging me in noncon/rape with knowledge of my minor status will be blocked)

- eye gore

- hand/foot gore

- little things with small knives ig

- i don’t really go in for overly gory stuff. i don’t mind it, send it to me, it’s fine, but yeah idk i’m probably not going to write much gory stuff off my own bat

hopefully these guys won’t mind, but i’m just gonna mention a few of my favourite whump blogs, in no particular order

@pain-love-it (thanks again for the ask man, it gave me the push i needed to get this blog set up!)

@promptsforyourwhumpfic (first whump blog i sent an ask to, quite a while ago and under a different name but yeah)

@heartlesslywhumping (first whump blog i found)

i’m doing my best to trigger tag, but let me know if i miss anything, i want everyone to feel safe on my blog!

looking forward to meeting everyone and writing some whump!!

[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?

[castielamigos-whump-side-blog]

@wildfaewhump 👀👀👀👀

Whump Prompt #365

A fae creature kept in a fully iron cage.

When their wings stretch out, they touch iron. 

When they land or rest, they touch iron. 

If they bump into the cage walls, they touch iron.

[milk-carton-whump]

(If they celebrate it) what would happen if Mason had Zeke at a holiday like Xmas? Cold whump, make him cook the starter, main and desert then not give him any, a present... but not the good kind for Zeke, just another way to hurt him. Possibilities are endless

(Obviously Drew is more of the punching bag one, so this could be better for them)

I remembered seeing this prompt from @heartlesslywhumping and figured it fit perfectly with this request. Also Drew makes another appearance because I love them.

CW: starvation, punishment, muzzle

Cooking by the Book

The muzzle felt even tighter and more restrictive than normal, which was likely due to them having to prepare the food for tonight's dinner. Their stomach growled and their mouth watered as they began to prepare an assortment of seafood. A quick glance toward the door reminded them of the guards that had been ordered to keep a close eye on them to ensure no incidents took place. 

They could smell the fresh sea water on the fish they handled and it made them immediately homesick. They slowly and meticulously fileted the fish in front of them and began cooking it. Back home in the colony, it wasn't unheard of to cook fish, but it was more common to just eat it raw. 

Just thinking about the salty sweet taste of the fish in front of them made their stomach growled louder. An annoying reminder of how hungry they were. When had they last eaten?… probably about a week ago... maybe more. They thought to themselves as they started to finish plating all the food. A harsh glare at the guards and they opened the door so the avian could take the food out to their "master" who sat patiently at a table. Drew carefully set the plates down with a soft annoyed huff. 

"Oh bird, I think you deserve a reward for preparing tonight's meal." The pack leader stated firmly. He watched as Drew's ear feathers perked up and an odd chirp came from behind the muzzle. "But you have to prove you deserve it. Now come sit beside me." He ordered. 

Drew hesitated before reluctantly kneeling beside the leader, they could smell the food, it was so close but yet so far. As the leader ate he watched as the avian slowly inched closer until their chin was on the table trying to eat the meal through scent alone. He knew his pet was desperately hungry but it was no excuse for poor table manners. He set his fork down and looked at Drew who only now glanced up and realized what they had done. 

"I'm sorry bird, but looks like you don't earn that reward today. You weren't hungry enough to want a meal. It's okay. We can try again tomorrow." A miserable whine came from the kneeling avian and the sound of their stomach growling almost drowned it out. He got up from his place at the table and ruffled the golden hair, "good night." He said as he left Drew to try and find some crumbs they could get through the muzzle.

[sola-whumping]

Hello! I’m called Nightshade and I go by they/it. Here’s my introduction and a bit about me!

~I use my own characters! Everything I write will be original (belonging to me and @poisoned-by-royalty since we work together) You will see some ideas and characters more than others (because we do have favorites).

~I’m making this blog to create a space for myself dedicated to whump, to interact with other whump blogs, and to share my ideas!

~A lot of my scenes are centered around my characters, so you’ll see a lot of emotional whump, medical whump, whipping, conditioning, original poisons, original drugs, original species, quite a bit of drowning, character revival, temperature extremes, multiverse theory (There is an original universe in there somewhere (it’s the solaverse) but I’ve done so many spin-offs that I don’t want to neglect)

~a few of my favorites are (tagging because I was told to) @whumpster-dumpster @whumpiestofthemall @heartlesslywhumping @wildfaewhump @ashintheairlikesnow @allthewhumpygoodness @faewhump @justwhumpythings @the-modern-typewriter @whump-tr0pes @whumpdaydreamerx @whumping-every-day @gingerly-writing @pretty-face-breaker @friendlylocalwhumper I could name so many more but I thought I should keep it small

I can’t wait to start posting and interacting with everyone!

[albino-whumpee]

Robowhump 6

Based on this prompt by @heartlesslywhumping

TW// implied noncon, dubcon body modif, torture, mention of past torture and abuse, implied forced prostitution.

Creek dropped Exia on the table as Ian turned the magnetic option on. Fixing the android to the table effectlvely. Ian dropped the white coat down the trash bin.

Exia wasn´t amused in the minimum by that.

“Let´s see then…” Creek sticked his tongue out as he pulled an arm long wide scanner from above. Then he swizzled his tongue “You blew the elbow wrench and it probably lost about…” he pulled the scanner over its leg and torax before turning to Ian again “30% of nitro liquid”

“We have enough on the warehouse” Ian said grabbing a screwdriver and walking the robot´s feet. “The leg´s stabilizars are done for” he said taking a half blown off steel spring out from the stump that its feet were now, before scratching the skin above the knee. “We will have to replace all the leg too”

“Whaaat? Why?” Creek whined getting to the boy´s side. Exia felt how Ian pushed it´s leg to a side to show a piece of the iron structure of its leg, stabbing the inside of its thigh. Exia was thankful the receptors were at a tolerable level, but flinched when Creek yanked it out. “It´s just a scratch”

“Sure thing. Of course there´s no consequences about a five inch steel shard perforating THAT specific part” Ian said signaling the nitro liquid flowing as a waterfall out of the wound. Creek rushed to grab a quick drying glue gun (that you can use as a plug for sewer´s leaks!) and emptied the sticky material into it. “Just help me unplug the leg” Ian sighed as Creek got red from embarrassment.

Exia couldn´t really move its head but on the reflection on the lamp above, it could see Liam´s sat on a chair. It could hear the computer´ fans blowing and heating slightly under the update Liam was undergoing. It turned its head to face Liam, fighting the magnetism of the table. But the force of both boys pulling out its leg made it turn back up.

Creek fell on the floor and quickly lifted up with Exia´s leg in one hand. Ian was too busy to laugh cutting off the flow of the nitro liquid veins right below Exia´s pelvis.

“One down!” he cheered as Ian appeared on Exia´s vision and cupped its head on his hands. “Go find a leg on the closet. I think we still have some from last time”

“I don´t know, I think we broke the last one a year ago” Creek said checking on the closet by Liam´s chair. Exia remembered they had fixed the knees wrong just to see how well some dirt cheap stabalizers were. It remembered perfectly how specific they had been that they would put them back to their place with the pain emulators on and the sensory receptors at 100%, if it fell. Ian palpated it´s throat before turning off its speakers again. “Found one!” Creek yelled.

The boy put down the leg right besides the other. Getting the measures right as Ian dropped the leg next to Exia’s head. The sound made it flinch. But Ian couldn’t care less.

They kept working for hours.

Exia having to hear them talk about former repairing sessions and the nostalgia it brought them. Creek had brushed Exia´s hair and smiled when Ian mentioned what a useless update was the silicone between its legs. “It gave us some money back on the days, remember? To build Liam” Creek said lifting his gaze from his tablet, checking the reflexes of Exia’s leg.

“Wasn´t your argument to install that to test your new program?” Ian scuffed. The question didn´t waver Creek.

“How am I supposed to know if the receptors worked if it doesn´t use it?” Creek replied “I don´t fuck androids, I´m not a freak” Ian replied. Exia could say otherwise, but its opinion was as relevant as an update for an obsolete game. “So I just let other do it. Add a dick to a pretty face like this bad boy and show them around on a party and bam!” he said slapping Exia´s chest “Easy money” Creek whiped off some nitro liquid from Exia´s abdomen “Shame it was probably erased when it got rebooted for sale” he bulked.

“You can make it download it again” Ian went examinating the iron wrench on its fingers as Creek´s face lit up and Exia´s crunched in a knot “Only if you admit your program was trash until I fixed it with some positions” Ian pulled the wrench down and adjusted the dent with a heat gun.

“You´re just a kinky bastard, Ian” Creek kept working on the affected nitro veins.

After a few hours of this, Exia´s limbs were ready to be plugged back and Liam was already helping them out as well. Liam adjusted the arm as Creek did the leg and followed Ian´s orders to roll it over, letting the three see the neural cable port was still plugged and locked. Letting Exia see its limbs next to its head.

That was until Ian unplugged it. Exia felt a release. A relief. Possibly the emulator and Creek’s programming had something to do with it but it didn´t last long. Ian turned its head over to make its eyes focus on a singular object.

“You said you were going to be good, Exia. I´m not expecting less of you, but just in case. I prepared an update to your obedience code” Ian told it as they passed the usb to Liam, making sure Exia saw it “Youre not leaving ever again” Ian brushed its blonde hair off Exia’s face. Seeing nitro liquid leaking from its eyes.

Even after the restaurant owner´s desperate attempts to make Exia stop leaking in front of clients, he had resigned to send it off to a small room until it stopped.

The owner saw it as an inconvenience, but Ian saw it as a trophy.

“Are you crying?” He asked. It would´ve sounded concerned if his eyes didn´t show his excitement. Exia´s cheeks turned blue wherever the liquid touched.

“Yes” Exia mouthed. Ian let off some air before wiping away some of the nitro liquid with his gloved hand.

“Shh, there, there” Ian said as Liam inserted the plug. Exia expected it to hurt but it simply triggered falling into hibernation. Ever so slowly. “Don´t worry, perfect machines don’t cry” he finished as Exia went into hibernation.

The message on Ian´s tablet read a legend like this.

>>EXIAS_OBEDIENCE_PROTOCOL_NEW<<

>>Installing process 2%<<

Then as they went to sleep at 5 am, the tablet kept refreshing.

- Fence safe distance: 10M<<

>>SHOCK 10M<X<<<

>>Unidentied_human_speech_PROTOCOL<<

-Drop all sensors and proceed to reproduce linked archive.

-Return home.

>>Dissobedience_NEW_Protocols<<

- Self preservation_down 50%

- Sensor reception_up 100%

- Electric overdrive_ALLOWED

- Blind optics_ALLOWED

- Block speakers_ALLOWED

- LM900_TEST_FINAL_FINAL_ALLOWED

- Hibernation_BLOCKED

- Seld018;@ JkkJL mO6 kkkl24ñpp.

1. 20 [%—2000%] JilKMQrS019__(/(9))

There was a flicker.

Electricity cutting the download task list to 70% had triggered the omittion of every other task.

>>Dowload complete<<

>>Rebooting system<<

Exia’s eyes jumped open.

>>Battery 100%<<

Exia went trhough every file on its memory, and when it was asked by Ian as Creek dressed it with a light white shirt and white shorts, about dowload completion, it lied.

“Everything in order, mister Ian”

[whalechief]

am feeling the whump today~

check out @heartlesslywhumping and their prompt #150

[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.