I posted 165 times in 2022
52 posts created (32%)
113 posts reblogged (68%)
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@b0amagination
@as-a-matter-of-whump
@brutal-nemesis
I tagged 163 of my posts in 2022
Only 1% of my posts had no tags
#the words of sneck - 24 posts
#morning reblog - 11 posts
#ask game - 11 posts
#hasan badeaux - 10 posts
#ghost anon - 7 posts
#declan labelle - 7 posts
#whump - 6 posts
#not whump - 5 posts
#as-a-matter-of-whump - 5 posts
#tag game - 5 posts
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#i’ve got writing but right now is panic up to finals season so it’s gonna be a minute before i’m able to finish the chapter i’m writing 😅
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Hasan and Declan - His first visit/His first visitor
Series masterlist
So! This is a little something different to bring the series back now that I’m finally at the home stretch for the semester. The writing is formatted as a script, so this is actually best experienced as an audio (please ignore any cues that don’t match up, I made some edits) but you can still just read it and get the experience.
And if you’ll remember back: Lee is Hasan’s boyfriend, finally in town to meet the boy he’s been seeing so much about ;) This is probably a month or so into captivity.
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Content warnings: kiss (consensual and subtle), captivity and torture, creepy whumper, painful wound cleaning, implied recorded whump and kidnapping, manipulation, beating,
and for the audio in general: there's some sudden sounds, but nothing too abrasive in my opinion. If you're bothered by yelling, take caution. Also, pain sounds. But I figure that should be more of a draw for this audience <3
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I had to split up the audio file for this chapter so click here for (RECORDING PART 2)
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[The scene opens with hearing footsteps across carpeted floor.]
LEE
Are you sure he’ll be ready? I don’t want to start off on the wrong foot…
HASAN, lighthearted
He’ll be fine. You couldn’t possibly make a bad impression anyway.
LEE
I know, I know. (Beat) I guess I’m just worried about association. It sounds like he hasn’t coped well with things recently.
HASAN
Declan’s resilient. No matter how hard it gets, he doesn’t lose his spark.
LEE
As long as you trust him, I trust you.
HASAN
Mm. Thanks, love. [they kiss LEE] He’s probably still napping. Would you rather wait out here…?
LEE
That would be best. Take your time, babe!
[A door is heard opening and closing as HASAN enters DECLAN’s room.]
HASAN
Good morning, love!
DECLAN
Hi Hasan.
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19 notes - Posted April 26, 2022
#4
Hasan and Declan - 12
Series masterlist
Content warnings: intimate whumper, noncon touch, noncon kiss (one brief on the forehead), touchin wounds, electrocution mention, mention of (unintentional) food and water restriction, mention of painful wound cleaning, bound, noncon haircut (minimal), knives, flaying (semi-graphic).
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I had to split up the audio file for this chapter so click here for (RECORDING PART 2)
Previously…
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This was the longest day at work they’d had since they lived with Lee.
Or it certainly felt that way, despite their 8-4 routine taking up the same amount of time.
After spending far too much time on their phone and falling a little behind, Hasan clocked out. Now they were giddily slipping off their coat and rushing to the staircase. They disabled the electricity first, unlocked the chain holding the door shut, and twisted the built in lock before opening the door itself.
A battered piece of metal shone by the light of the staircase, but Hasan’s attention was quickly drawn to the inside of their wooden door. Streaks of dark blood ran down crooked, frantic scratches.
“Mmm…” they hummed to themself, tracing down the deepest one. “You really don’t understand when to stop.”
They took the stairs slowly, listening intently for movement below as they creaked lightly. Nothing until they reached the bottom of the stairs and faint breaths reached their ears.
Declan’s door was open, and they leaned against the frame. He curled up further in front of the television, acutely aware of their presence, clearly panicking, and still refusing to look at them.
“Not going to try and hide it then, are we?” they started, letting a step fall on the concrete.
Declan grunted and shook his head, and Hasan invited themself closer.
“That’s something then, isn’t it?”
He only tensed up, arms coming up to protect his head.
He flinched when Hasan pulled his shoulders back into their lap, straining away, but gentle hands pressed him down and stroked through his hair. God, he was trembling all over.
“Alright, lovely. You’re going to tell me how you spent your day.” Their words left no room for refusal but he shook his head, hyperventilating.
“Nhh- no, no, I ca-an’t-” he cried, and Hasan smudged tears away with their thumbs.
“Yes you can. If you can make such an impressive effort to run, you’ve automatically signed up to tell me all about it.”
“If I tell you, you’ll… you’ll- something like yesterday- I can’t-”
“There seems to be a disconnect between us here. What I don’t get is: if you understood my threat yesterday, then why did you take the next available opportunity to run from me?”
“Because I- I thought I was gonna make it out. Or- or if not- you didn’t have to know.”
“Mmhmm… but then when this happened…” They took his left hand in theirs, flipping it up to prod at his burned palm.
“Hhhh-! Don’t- it h-hurts!”
“Do tell me: how many times did you try turning that knob before you realized it was futile?”
“Nnh- nnnnhhh…” He didn’t respond at all, breathing too shallow to form words.
Hasan sighed lightly and reached to the cooler, keeping their eyes on Declan. They felt around for a lemon and dug their nails in to peel it. Their captive didn’t react at all, eyes squeezed shut.
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20 notes - Posted January 3, 2022
#3
Hasan and Declan - 13
Series masterlist
Content warnings: restrained, sound torture, dirty talking (no, it’s not sexual. yes, that’s the only way I can describe this), description of medieval torture and recorded/broadcasted whump, mention of noncon kiss.
I have to encourage listening along to the audio for this chapter because it’s so much better for it, especially with the heavy dialogue focus, and it was such an experience to record. However, I do have to warn that the reason it’s so effective is because it’s creepy as all hell. So, you know. Listen at your personal discretion.
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I had to split up the audio file for this chapter so click here for (RECORDING PART 2)
Previously…
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Declan felt really weird when he woke up.
Which was saying something, considering his kidnapping predicament.
He opened his eyes to darkness. Okay. Normal. He pulled his arm back to roll over and sit up. It caught on the bar of the cot. Not normal.
Both his legs and arms were tied to the bars holding his shitty cot together. The pressure against his head should have been bandages wrapping around it, but it felt too tight. When he muttered a curse to himself, the sound was muffled to his ears and ricocheted in his head instead. Something sticky pressed against his forehead and nape, winding around his head in the same way the duct tape had when Hasan gagged him.
Over his ears were what felt to be padded headphones, and that was all too much for having just woken up. It must have been the middle of the night. He settled as comfortably as he could and let unconsciousness claim him once more. Hasan’s presence would wake him when necessary.
And wake him it did.
Blaring vocals with a driving guitar and drums flowed directly into his ears.
“Yesterday I heard you say your lust for life has gone away! It got me thinking: I think I feel a similar way and that’s sad (that’s sad, that’s sad!)”
“Fuck! Fuck off!” Declan yelled, a newfound understanding of his situation dawning upon him. “Thank you for less 2000’s love proposals! But that doesn’t mean I’m down for this bullshit! And it still sounds like half of a love proposal! Or an offering to join a cult!”
The song was only halfway through once an awful headache set in. The left side of his head was still in misery, only amplified by the joy of Hasan’s music taste introducing itself.
And when it finally ended, their voice was there to console him.
“Well well well, good morning my darling! You just heard The Cult of Dionysus by The Orion Experience! I hope I didn’t frighten you. Or that I did. As much as I do so much wish I were there with you, my self control has kept me my job thus far.
“I’ll fill you in on some basics: Yes, you are tied to that cot aren’t you? Tough, unyielding ropes holding you down, just the same as last night. Do squirm and wish for escape, won’t you? I expect to see some gorgeous, irritated red skin by the time I’m home.”
“Yeah sure,” Declan grunted. “And I’ll hope you got mugged or something.”
“Second of all, I know it sure is tempting, but you are not to touch these headphones. They’re taped in place for a reason. I promise that even if you take them off, the volume is far too loud to block out in any meaningful way.”
“Fuck youuu, that’s stupid.”
“They’re very not stupid. Otherwise you’d spend another day left to your own thoughts instead of my lovely guidance. Wouldn’t that be a shame?”
“No.” Declan rolled his eyes.
“I’m not asking for your input because that was rhetorical.”
“Are you fucking listening to me?! Bitch, is this live radio?!”
“I feel like I should have something else to say, but I’ve forgotten. Perhaps you’ll hear it in a later session as I check in with you throughout the day. I leave you with 2012 by Will Wood and his since redacted tapeworms,” they said.
Another song picked up lightly before the vocalist shouted “FUCK!” directly into his ears. Ow. At least it was relatable.
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28 notes - Posted January 14, 2022
#2
“You’ve really got the panic down!” The whumper laughed, brandishing their weapon at wide eyes and muzzled pleas, “Now how about we get a little more disco?”
73 notes - Posted February 5, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
whumpers running their fingers through whumpees’ hair, petting it, gently moving their hands, brushing it away from their face, and every so often they give it a little tug. to remind them of the danger, to punish some small defiance, to let them know they’re pushing too far, to see them wince or feel them flinch.
or they pull it hard, pulling whumpee’s face back to make menacing eye contact, twisting their hand in the strands, and then letting them slide through their fingers, going right back to gentle stroking.
313 notes - Posted January 18, 2022
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