#the ducks' whump

[10000ducks-whump]

just read a REALLY cute snowed in fic so now of course i have to make whumpy prompts from that concept heehee hoohoo

cw: intimate whumper, branding, (attempted) abandonment, caretaker whump, burning

cold, shivering whumpee whose only source of warmth is whumper/whumper's blankets, so they have to choose between sleeping on the floor or climbing into bed with whumper

whumper bringing a branding iron over to whumpee to help them "stay warm"

whumper trying to leave whumpee outside in the snow, but whumpee clings to their pants and cries for them not to leave them as they're inadvertently dragged along the ground

a whumpee who ran away, but has no choice but to come back to whumper as the weather gets worse. whumper drapes them in their blankets, puts them next to a fire, and all but invades their personal space as they whisper to them "welcome home."

caretaker who has no qualms about giving whumpee their bed and all of their blankets and suffering in silence as they lay uncovered on the sofa

whumper slamming whumpee against the iron cover of the fireplace, burning their back on it

[roennq]

Moments: 5/x Matt meets Claire (or to be more precise: Claire saves Matt) ↪ "So, they took this kid just to get to you?" "Yeah, I've been making their lives… difficult lately."

[bunnieswithknives]

CAN WE SEE THE HOSTAGE ROWAN DOODLES

Oh to be at the mercy of someone so far removed from reality that they can't see how much they're hurting you, and wouldn't care if you told them.

[thatsgonnaleaveamark]

whumptober 2023 - day 18 tortured for information

A Town Called Malice - 1x07

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Tell me the whump story! whump whump whump whu whu whu whump Some reader scrolled up to a Whumper's stand and it said to the Whumper running the stand HEY Whump whump whump Got any Comfort? The whumper said no we just sell suffering, but it's sadistic and torturous and it's full of pain, can I get you a snippet? the reader said, I'll pass then it scrolled away, scroll scroll then it scrolled away, scroll scroll scroll then it scrolled away, scroll scroll til the very next day whump whump whump WHUMP whump whump whump…

[whumporpass]

Louie Duck from Ducktales the 2017 Reboot ?

[rubbersoles19]

Sometimes you have to hurt a duck 🤷

Please reblog on Tumblr, but do not repost to anywhere else ♥️

[sparklingspidey]

So is someone gonna write the Mark Beaks uses Huey to get to Fenton and therefore steal the gizmoduck suit. Perfect opportunity for whump, hurt comfort, and found family.

[weirdstrangeandawful]

Caretaker offer a sick Whumpee some clear soup but in a cup so it's easier for them to consume -- no need for multiple utensils, easily spilled bowls, etc. -- only for Whumpee for completely flip out because it's the wrong container and their poor delirious brain can't cope!

[authoratlas]

Not me over here getting whumperflies from Ducktales (2017) Season 2 Episode 17 where Donald is captured by the moon people.

[just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi]

My unprovoked hot take.

Before we had “female gaze” this and “female gaze” that do you know who we had?

Ed Sheeran.

I mean think about it he’s just a dude. He wears jeans and walks around with what looks like bedhead and sings soft songs on guitar about how much he loves his wife or how he respects his mom and sometimes wishing for his childhood.

He gives off nothing but unthreatening energy.

[splinter-cat]

In a world where the supernatural has been known to humans for decades, the law is harshly enforced against those who use their powers to commit crimes. After being convicted of aggravated assault, a werewolf is given a choice: go to a supernatural prison—a fate considered by many to be worse than death—or work off his sentence by helping the police solve murders. Unfortunately for him, the cops aren’t inclined to go easy on their new helper.

Beasts in Blue Chapter 23 - Freedom

Rating: E

Pairings: Werewolf/Detective

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Rape/Non-con, lots of whump

[duckduckngoose]

Sometimes I remember the whole Unsympathetic!Character stuff from Sander sides and damn that was wild wasn't it?

[stainedvenom]

A Jewel's Facets, Part 1

Duke sat by himself on a corner bench of the Aerowing, wrapped in a blanket that he had found in storage, as the team flew back to Anaheim from the clock tower in Fredonia. No one had talked to him in a while, but he preferred it that way. He had plenty of time to think,

Stealing two out of four of the biggest jewels with Falcone had brought back adrenaline that he hadn't experienced since before the Invasion back home. The rush of jewel heists from the old days were vastly different from the ones he got from fights with Draganaus and his cronies, or even the villian of the week, such as Dr. Droid. 

Despite the fact that he had meant to con Falcone into finding out why he had been working for Dragaunus, he had actually enjoyed some aspects of the hunt for the jewels. 

And for that, Duke felt ashamed of himself.

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Nosedive looked at the gray, older drake, who looked miserable and older than the teen had ever seen. He couldn't help himself from wondering about the turn of events from the last few days. He had known from the start that Duke wasn't turning traitor, Falcone was the only factor in the 'being locked in a vault' situation. 

Why doesn't he just tell them what we were doing the other night before all this happened? Nosedive wondered. Then again, maybe the Invocation of Hope is a little more sacred to the Brotherhood than it is to the general public on Puckworld. I could see that. 

The teen looked at the others, noting that they all seemed to be off in their own world with the exception of Wildwing, as he was piloting. Turning his attention back to Duke, something caught his attention that hadn't before; Duke seemed to be favoring his left side. 

Worried for his teammate, Nosedive unbuckled from his seat and walked over to his friend. "Hey old timer," he greeted, taking a seat next to the ex-bandit. "Doing all right?"

Duke was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard his name called. Looking up, he saw that Nosedive was taking a seat next to him. "Been better kid," he answered, pulling the blanket wrapped around him tighter, attempting to hide the hand that was pressed to his left side. When he saw the teen's face though, he managed a grin. "Relax Dive, I'm fine."

"But you don't look fine. And are you gonna tell them-"

"No, and you aren't eith'ah. Or I would pref'ah ya don't."

The teen nodded. "Fine, chill. But really, are you okay?"

"Just some bumps and bruises kid. I got stuck und'ah some rubble, it wasn't fun."

Nosedive just eyed him skeptically.

Duke took his hand from his side, pulling it out from under the blanket and poked Nosedive. "Don't worry 'bout me kid, I'll be all right."

"...there's blood on your hand."

Puzzled, Duke took a look at his gloved, right hand. How on Puckworld did that happen? the ex-thief thought, confused. He knew his side was hurting, but he hadn't felt anythi-

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Nosedive watched as a confused look emerged on the older one's face. "Duke?"

The gray drake wobbled, then started to fall forward. The teenager managed to catch Duke before he fell to the floor, panicking. Doing the only thing he knew to do, Nosedive tried to get him laid out on the floor and call for the one duck he knew who could help.

"TANYA!"

The rest of the team looked towards the back. "What's going on back there?" Wilding asked from the pilot seat.

"Duke just passed out!"

Tanya immediately unbuckled, as did Grin, before rushing to the back of the Aerowing. As she began to assess the situation, Wildwing let Mallory take over pilot's seat before heading towards the back. "What happened?!" he demanded.

Throwing the blanket off that Duke had been using, Tanya began assessing the injuries that were visible. "Grin, grab the First Aid Kit, we need to stop the bleeding." The larger drake went to grab it and came back with the kit open for Tanya's use. 

"It looks like there's a lot of wounds that need st-st-sti...to be sewn up," the tech started, grabbing some gauze and pressing the first set to Duke's side. That managed to emit a groan from the elder drake, but he remained unconscious. "Grin, set him up so I can wrap these bandages. Nosedive, grab some more gauze and tape, we'll tape up the other spots until we get back to the Pond."

The two did as instructed, Tanya getting to work on putting some bandages around the worst of what appeared to be. "How did we not notice anything?" asked Nosedive, working on taping up some gauze on Duke's shoulder. 

"It's amazing at what adrenaline will do in high stress situations," Tanya stated. "He may not have even felt any of the injuries and was going purely on that. Adrenaline crashes set in once the body gets to a stopping point."

"We need to get back fast then if his injuries are worse than what we can tell now," Wildwing stated, going back to the front and reprogramming the Aerowing. "There, we should be back in less than an hour."

"Will he be all right until then?" Mallory asked, listening in on what was occurring in the background, but having to stay at the pilot's seat.

"Just have to watch him," Tanya answered, finishing off the tying of bandages. Satisfied with the bleeding injuries having been taken care of, she grabbed the blanket that had originally been discarded and covered the older drake with it. "Once we get back, someone will have to grab a gurney from the hanger and we'll get him to the Infirmary."

Grin helped Nosedive lay the older drake back down. "For now, we meditate upon the matter," Grin stated.

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Duke woke up slowly, feeling disoriented. Opening his good eye a little, he looked up, things looking strange. What the puck happened?

A far-off voice came into being, and he tried to hear the speech. "-do you know where you are?"

"...Aerowing...?"he looked at the speaker, a yellow plumed hen with purple glasses and outfit. "What happened?"

Tanya was thoroughly confused as Duke spoke in a language she had not heard before. Taking the penlight out of her breast pocket, she shined it on his eye quickly to check for any signs of brain damage. His pupil appeared normal, so maybe just he was disoriented?

"O que aconteceu? Onde está o Barão?" Duke asked, slowly speaking. Tanya was at a loss when Nosedive reappeared, his attention on Duke. 

"He's asking what happened and were someone is," the teen informed her. "He knows that he's on the Aerowing, but I think he's misremembering."

"Keep talking to him then, I'm going to try and figure this out," Tanya said. She would figure out later why Nosedive could somehow understand the older drake.

"Duke, do you know who I am?"

The older drake studied the younger drake in front of him. Wasn't there a kid that recently escaped from one of the camps to help?

"...can't remember your name right now," he answered. "...'m sorry."

"It's okay, don't worry," the other one told him. "You said you wanted to know where Baron was?"  When Duke nodded, the younger one tried to give him a smile. "He's waiting back at the base. He knows you're coming back."

"...why didn't he-"

"Come with us? You told him to stay in case something happened."

Yeah, that sounded like something Duke would order a guild member to do, even if it was his mentor.

"Kid...I don't feel so good..."

"I know. But we'll be back soon-"

"I mean like I'm gonna be sick-"

Duke started gagging. He felt someone roll him onto his side as he continued to dry-heave, then eventually lost the battle as anything that was in his stomach emptied itself.

The last thing he heard was someone yelling at "Wildwing".

[windfighter]

Yule in the house

Prompt: Anticipation

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Windy was practically vibrating. Kouji leaned against the doorframe and watched her. She was singing, but none of the words made sense. There was dough on the table infront of her and she was kneading it a little too intensely.

”♫ Tsu tsu nori tsu mori hikari no wakama ♫”

Kouji raised an eyebrow and shook his head.

”Is that… Jingle bells?” he asked.

Windy turned around, her cheeks red. She pressed her back against the counter. All of her had somehow gotten covered in flour and Kouji snorted.

”What are you doing?” he continued.

”N-nothing!”

”uh-huh.”

Kouji walked up to Windy and she quickly tried to hide the dough. She shooed at Kouji.

”Can’t you see I’m working here?”

Kouji rolled his eyes again.

”Why are you working? We need to get back to the digital world.”

”Nu-huh”, Windy turned around. ”I’m on a break today.”

”You can’t just take a break.”

Kouji crossed his arms over his chest. Windy stuck her tongue out towards him.

”Go bother Matt instead.”

Windy rarely called him Matt nowadays. Kouji blinked. Had they had a fight? Was that why Windy was vibrating?

”The two of you… okay?”

”Why wouldn’t we be?”

Kouji couldn’t see her face and didn’t know if she was sarcastic or earnest. He shrugged. It wasn’t his place to meddle.

”♫ Ki i yoshi. Ko no yoru ♫”, Windy started singing again.

”...I’m getting you a book with the lyrics for your birthday”, Kouji said.

”I would actually love that”, Windy admitted.

Kouji shook his head, patted Windy’s back and left her in the kitchen. He went upstairs, found Yamato in his bedroom. Yamato was sitting crosslegged on the bed with a book on his lap.

”Is Windy okay?” Kouji asked.

Yamato finished reading the page, put a bookmark in the book and put it to the side. He looked at Kouji.

”Why wouldn’t she be?”

”She’s behaving weirdly. And she called you Matt.”

Yamato grimaced, then let out a sigh. Kouji sat down on the chair by the desk.

”Also she’s taking a vacation from saving the digital world today.”

Yamato glanced at the calendar on the wall, then nodded.

”Yeah”, he said. ”Today’s the yule-special.”

”...what?”

”Well, it would be if we were in another anime series.”

Kouji must have looked confused because Yamato laughed.

”It’s yule”, he said as if that explained everything. ”Christmas.”

”...that does explain the butchered songs.”

”Oh no”, Yamato facepalmed. ”Was she trying to sing in Japanese again?”

Kouji nodded. Yamato stood up and left the room.

”I’ve told you not to sing in our language until you’ve learned it!” he called down the stairs.

”You have no power here, Gandalf the gray!” Windy yelled back.

”I am going to tickle you!” Yamato threatened.

Kouji stared at Yamato. Windy laughed in the kitchen.

”I’d like to see you try!”

”I’m coming to tickle you now!”

Yamato ran down the stairs. Kouji had no idea what he was supposed to do. He heard Windy shriek in the kitchen, something exploded. Yamato let out a string of curse words and then Windy shrieked again.

”You’re going to the lake”, Yamato said.

”Let me down!”

”I’m letting you down in the lake.”

Kouji started walking down the stairs. He saw Yamato come out of the kitchen, carrying Windy like a sack of potatoes.

”My powers only grow stronger in the lake”, Windy tried to threaten.

”Your hypothermia grows stronger in it”, Yamato argued back and kicked the front door open.

Kouji reached the floor as Yamato walked outside. He followed them, heard both of them shriek and ran to the door. They sat in the snow, laughing. Windy threw a handful of snow at Yamato and he made a snowball.

”You two are idiots”, Kouji said.

”We are”, Windy admitted with a laugh. ”Happy yule!”

”I didn’t have time to get you a present”, Yamato said and stuck his tongue out. ”I can help with the meatballs though.”

”I’d love help with the meatballs, I hate making them. It’s so sticky.”

”So…” Kouji started. ”...nothing’s wrong?”

Windy looked at him, raised an eyebrow.

”Why would anything be wrong?”

Kouji huffed and pulled his shoulders up.

”Well, I’m not used to your weird traditions”, he said.

”They’re not…” Windy started but changed her mind. ”Yeah, okay, they’re a little weird.”

”Why are we even celebrating yule? It’s for couples”, Kouji continued.

”It’s for family here”, Windy said. ”And I don’t really have anyone except you guys.”

She stood up, dusted the snow off her apron. Smiled at both of them.

”Want to help me with the gingerbread cookies?”

”That’s what you were making?” Kouji asked. ”Why were you so secretive about that?”

Kouji gestured at Windy, then shook his head. Yamato stood up as well.

”Never mind”, Kouji decided. It wasn’t worth it. ”I can help, it sounds fun.”

”I was just reading anyway”, Yamato said and also dusted the snow off his clothes. ”I’ll make sure you don’t burn anything.”

”I’m not Mats”, Windy said with a laugh.

Yamato also laughed and ruffled her hair.

”No, but you’re as much of a disaster in the kitchen as Kouji is. No more singing in Japanese though.”

”Fine”, Windy rolled her eyes. ”I’ll go with Finnish instead.”

”That’s even worse.”

Yamato put his face in his hands and shook his head. Windy smiled and patted his back. Kouji scratched the back of his neck. Windy grabbed his hand and leaned against him.

”I really thought you remembered about yule since last year”, Windy admitted. ”Sorry if I worried you.”

”Everything was pretty hectic back then. What with Mindhunter and the kidnappings and everything.”

”Not that this year is much better”, Windy frowned. ”We need to tell the Shadow world to stop being weird over yule.”

Yamato gave Windy a shove and she let go of Kouji.

”Let me know how that goes”, Yamato said with a laugh. ”Let’s get to work.”

Windy smiled and disappeared inside again. Yamato shook his head and Kouji looked at him.

”It feels weird”, he said. ”Christmas is still for couples.”

”Yeah”, Yamato agreed, despite the number of yules he must have shared with Windy before. ”She likes us though.”

Kouji blushed and looked away.

”It’s not like I like her or anything though.”

”Same”, Yamato agreed and headed inside. ”No one here likes anyone else. Good thing we cleared that up.”

”I love both of you!” Windy called from the kitchen. ”Let’s get this yule started!”

[redwinterroses]

It's not like it's hard to get Tango taking about Decked Out, but buy him a couple of potions in the museum speakeasy and he gets downright confessional.

Grian leans across the stat poker table, his wings rustling eagerly. "Truth or dare, Tango," he says. "Is Decked Out... alive?"

“Aren’t I supposed to pick truth or dare before you ask the question?” Tango tosses back another potion and gives the group a half-smirk.

“We all know you’re going to pick truth because you’re too particled to get up.” Etho’s face is obscured, but they can hear the laugh in his voice and see his fox ears twitch with amusement. “So spill.”

Tango shrugs. "Well," he says, "It's not exactly not NOT alive, if you know what I mean."

Grian glances at Doc on his right and Etho on his left. They shrug at him.

"Yeah, no," he says, looking back at Tango. "I don't think we know what that means."

"Is it like that Grumbot robot that Mumbo and Grian built?" Doc asks, scratching thoughtfully at his chin, his blunt black claws scritching loudly against the stubble of his beard. Grian tries to catch a peek at his stat tokens and gives a sheepish grin when Doc notices and quickly angles them away.

"Hey, now," Doc starts to say, but Tango interrupts.

"Nah, no -- I mean, Grumbot was pretty... Simple. No offense."

"None taken." Grian pulls a token from his stack. "Number of villagers traded with," he offers. "And I'll up the ante to three diamond blocks, gentlemen."

Tango lays down his own token, and taps a finger on it in an aimless rhythm. “The dungeon is… aware,” he says. “Not alive, I guess, but it knows things. It recognizes people.”

“I’ve noticed,” Etho says dryly. “That place hates me.”

They all laugh, but Tango shakes his head. “Does it hate you?” he asks and waggles his eyebrows suggestively. “Or does it want to impress you?”

“Oh, I’m impressed enough.” Etho drops his stat token on the table with a soft click. “So it can stop glitching and trying to kill me now.”

“Aww, you’re just playing hard to get.”

Doc lays his tokens down on the table and stands. “I will sit out this round, I think,” he says. “I have done almost nothing with villagers this season. Will anyone have more to drink?”

“I’m not playing hard to get!” Etho protested, ears lying flat. “If anything, I’m playing easy to get – I just walk right in there!”

“You heard it first here, folks,” Tango says. “Etho’s easy.”

He ducks, but not in time to dodge the rolled-up napkin Etho chucks at his face. It lands in his hair and goes up in a miniature whump of flame.

Grian snickers, waving away smoke.

“So if the dungeon’s not alive, but it’s not quite not alive,” he says. “How does one maybe go about… making friends with it?”

“That,” Doc says, thunking a fresh bottle of Cub’s custom-mixed potion onto the table. “Is cheating, you pesky bird. No flirting with the possibly-not-not-alive dungeon.”

“You’re telling me you’re above flirting for a few extra keys and crowns, Doc?” Tango asks with teasing skepticism.

Doc sniffs, flipping the cork from his bottle with his thumb. “I don’t need flirting,” he says dismissively. “I have skills. Game strategies, man.”

“He’s already planning how to get the dungeon’s attention.” Etho flips his token over, exposing the total. “Aren’t’cha, Doc.”

Doc tips back his drink and shrugged. “Eh… that is for me to know, and you to worry about.” He winks.

“Tango, what’s your total there?” Grian fiddles with his token.

“Well, I know it’s higher than old three-digit Minecraft master over here.” Tango holds up his token and pinches it between his fingers. “Under three hundred, Etho? What’ve you been doing all season?”

“Not hiding out in a hole for thirteen months,” Etho grumbles good-naturedly, pushing his diamonds into the center of the table.

“Yeah, well, that’s what I have been doing and look at that stat.” Tango displays the count. “Seven k, baby – read ‘em and weep.”

Grian makes an exaggerated sad face that immediately morphs into a triumphant grin. “Rookie numbers, fellas,” he crows. “Try over twelve thousand.”

Tango groans and rolls his diamonds toward Grian with a grimace. “Yeah,” he says. “Definitely not telling you how to flimflam my dungeon, you shyster.”

“Tango, I’m hurt.” Grian, entirely unbothered and very un-hurt looking, scoops the pile of diamonds into his pouch. “My stats are all ethically earned.”

“And that’s how your dungeon runs will be too.” Tango stashes his tokens and stands. “Gentlemen, it’s been a pleasure. Mostly.”

“Back to your cave, Tango?” Etho doesn’t stand, but his bushy white tail wags a little in barely-contained excitement. “So, Decked Out will be open again… soon?”

“You bet your foxy good looks,” Tango says. “Or… maybe don’t. Not with those stats.”

This time he does duck the thrown napkin.

He exits through the museum, the laughter of his friends fading behind him as he steps out into the cool afternoon air. For a moment, he stretches, shaking out his elytra and clearing his head a bit of the potion particles.

Is Decked Out alive?

Tango grins, sharp teeth glinting. Of course the dungeon’s alive, who’s he kidding? And she’s hungry, too, he can feel it even from here. His friends should just be grateful he’s only ever built friendly monsters that want to devour them.

“On my way,” he mutters to himself. Or the dungeon. “And Etho’ll be coming over soon too.”

He feels the dungeon’s excitement.

“Oh…you’ve gotta be kidding me.” Tango launches himself in the air and spirals over the shopping district, angling toward Decked Out and laughing so loudly the sound bounces off the buildings below.

His dungeon totally has a crush on Etho.