#whump blog asks

[whumpering-heights]

Whumpering-heights here with bad news...

Hi, you might know me from stories like Behind The Masks. Here's some of my art:

The bad news is that I have lost my blog. I have had it for nearly half a decade, then one accidental click and it's deleted forever. (I had meant to delete a sideblog I wasn't using anymore. I didn't realize it would nuke ALL my blogs.)

So I guess there's nothing to do but start over from scratch. I'm going put this in the whump tags, in the hopes of letting people know what happened. I would like to ask people to reblog this, so as many of my old followers can see this as possible.

(EDIT: thank you so much to @meaculpameahugeculpa for recovering my taglist of Behinds the Masks! ! @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question @pumpkin-spice-whump @fanastyfinder @whumpy-arts-and-crafts @arsonfrogger @burtlederp @harri-00 @akito-fuckn-fear @potatoo-whump @jo-castle @mannerofwhump sorry for the bad news, but at least now I haven't left any of you in the dark.)

EDIT 2: I want to thank everyone for the support!!

You can find a checklist HERE of all the chapters I've been able to find. Once I have collected all I can, I will reblog the chapters in the right order, reposting where necessary.

[oddsconvert]

I really wanna see Joshy being forced to stay awake for days. He gets so desperate to sleep that he even sweet talks Felix, ya know, desperate times.

Exhaustion clings to Josh like a leech. It feeds off his vigour and drains away any remnant of lucidity. He teeters on the edge of collapse; his body totally spent and mind shrouded in fog. Just as his heavy eyelids flutter shut for what must be the millionth time, a shock of electricity winds around his throat like a serpent, jolting him awake with a warbled cry. Josh’s hands fly to his throat, tingling and near-numb fingers scratch and desperately rip at the collar strapped to his neck. He chokes on a silent scream as hot-pain streams through his veins. 

“Eyes on me,” Felix orders with a sickly-sweet grin, he fidgets with the shock collar remote in his palm before pocketing it. “Oh, am I boring you, darling?”

Josh can barely see Felix through the tears brimming his bloodshot eyes. His jittering body slumps and his head lolls against his chest, drool slipping from his lips.

“Please -” Josh croaks, his voice coarse like sandpaper. He gulps down a sob. “Please - I - I can’t-”

-can't stand to stay awake for a second longer. Countless days and sleepless nights have blurred and bled into one waking nightmare. Josh can't remember when he was last allowed to simply fall into the sweet surrender of sleep, nor can he remember how it feels to just let his eyes slip shut and his brain switch off - his only true escape from Felix.

It had never occurred to him that sleep was a luxury that he could have denied…

“You can. You will. Remember this is your choice, my sweet. Not mine.”

What’s left of Josh’s mind races. It doesn’t make a lick of sense. He isn’t afforded choice, that was a long-learned lesson, taught through blood, sweat and tears. If he had the freedom of choice, he wouldn’t be here, huddled in the corner - fatigue eating away at him. The other night, when Josh begged Felix through breathless, hiccupping sobs that he didn’t want to sleep with Felix, he couldn’t sleep with Felix, he was terrified of the thought of going to bed and what that would bring…did he have a choice then?

Josh’s eyes suddenly and uncontrollably roll into the back of his head, his body growing limp once again. Felix clicks his fingers against the bridge of Josh’s nose to snap him back. Josh groans in weary frustration. 

“If - If you… llloved me, you’d let me sl-sleep-” Josh mumbles without a thought to the words leaving his lips. He doesn’t clock the way Felix sees red in that moment, steam nearly blowing out his ears.

“Stop that,” Felix snarls. Fists clenched tight. “What have we talked about, Josh? About you manipulating me-”

How is it that Josh always winds up the villain and never the victim? His attempts at survival and bids for peace deemed calculated and cunning? If he had the wherewithal, maybe he’d think of his mum saying it’s like “the pot calling the kettle black” and snicker to himself… instead he blinks blankly and at a snail's pace.

“You know the deal,” Felix chastises, “It’s quite simple, really. Nearly as simple as you-”

That hits Josh like a blow. Like a sucker punch to the gut. He slumps further against the wall, his head rolling back as if his neck were made of lead.

“You sleep with me, or not at all. It’s your choice, baby. Deprive yourself into a slow madness… or just let me hold you through the night.”

Josh knows. He’s not the fucking idiot Felix makes him out to be. He knows deep down that he’ll never win the battle of the wills - not against Felix. He’s grasping onto consciousness by a string: his eyes feel like acid has been poured into them - his body feels like it might crumble to dust. Josh has to give Felix what he wants, to get what he needs. It’s a transaction. Nothing more. That’s what he’ll tell himself. 

A memory foam mattress. Warm blankets. A night’s sleep. Is it worth it?

He forces himself onto all fours, even as his muscles scream and throb in protest. He crawls across the filthy floor until he reaches Felix and crumbles at Felix’s feet. His pounding head rests against Felix’s leg and he dares to close his eyes. A chesty sigh stretches into a yawn.

“I-I’m sorry…for-for playing up…” Josh mutters miserably. “I-I don’t know what came over me - I don’t know why I do this, I just -....take me to bed? Please?” He blinks up at Felix, batting his long but tear-drenched lashes.

Felix hums, carding his hand through Josh’s locks of hair, “Change of heart, my beautiful boy?”

Josh nods, but it just makes his nausea increase ten-fold. “I - I want to sleep…with you. In our bed. I wa-want you to hold me…through the night.”

For a second, Josh thinks that maybe Felix is right - he might be manipulative. He’ll say whatever he has to, to get whatever he wants. He’s playing Felix like a fiddle and he prays it’s working. Josh pulls himself to his knees, his eyes shining at Felix and his hands together in supplication.

“I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I’ll be so good. I’ll be…complaisant-”

“Complaisant?” Felix purrs, and he palms himself through his trousers. Josh has to fight back bile. But this is the price he has to pay. “You better not be teasing me, baby.”

“You’re too good to me,” Josh sniffles, “Too patient. I don’t deserve it-”

“No. You do not.”

Felix scoops Josh up into a bridal carry, as though he’s as light as a feather. It makes him feel so impossibly small and frail. The sudden swooping motion makes his stomach churn and the world twist. 

“And I’ll make sure you never forget it.”

[bedtimescenarios]

Hii! You asked for prompts to stay motivated, so I thought I'd share my all time favorite as a possible request?

I'm a SUCKER for an injured whumpee who's incredibly scared of the caretaker, not understanding that they just want to help them! Maybe they lash out or try to run away and have to be held down to receive the medical care they desperately need, with the caretaker trying to comfort them as best as they possibly can... You know?

/nf of course!! Have a great day!!

This is my first time requesting whump stuff, I hope I'm doing everything right aaa

hey there, anon!! thank you so much for the prompt:) it's actually helped me get to writing, and it's even a bit different from my usual stories, so i had an opportunity to diversify my writing!!

i hope you like this and that it fits the prompt well enough, and thanks again!

p.s i am supposed to be sleeping and have written this at 2 am. if there's any mistakes in there or something that needs to be re-done please let me know😭

. . .

As the door swings open with a squeak, Whumpee instinctively presses their back into the wall and lowers their head. Whumper must have had a bad day, otherwise he would've let them heal before another session. They're not getting that luxury now, they think, as the wounds on their body throb and sting with the reminder of their situation. They prepare themselves. They unclench their jaw so they won't bite down on their tongue, shifting so their knees are facing outwards,- they'd rather endure another leg fracture than be nauseous all week- and they tightly shut their eyes.

"Whumpee?"

The voice that rings out is different.

They don't raise their head, but they hear the person's next footstep resound closer. Another one is their cue to cower, pressing an arm against their bleeding abdomen. Did Whumper send someone else to hurt them? Oh, God, he sent someone to finish them off. He got bored, they're finally going to die, or worse-

"Whumpee, I'm not here to hurt you." The voice says, as if reading their mind, and Whumpee takes note of the apparent gentleness of it. A trick.

They look up through the fallen strands of hair stuck to their forehead, trying to assess the amount of danger- no, pain- they're about to be in. A man stands a few feet away, and they quickly identify him as the owner of the voice. Fuck, he's strong, Whumpee thinks as they notice his buff, tall build. He could break their wrist bare handedly, without much effort. Their eyes slowly trail up to his face, noting the short, dark dreads pulled back into a ponytail that ensures an unperturbed view of his surroundings. Increased efficiency and a boost in fun. I can pair your screams with clear images, Whumper used to say.

Caretaker's obsidian eyes meet Whumpee's, and they imagine him saying that same thing to them. They ignore his manipulative attempt at an empathetic, pitying glance. Having been through this too many times already, they can recognize it from a mile away. They just want their break, at least until their wounds close. And they won't let this random stranger take it away from them. Their gaze hardens slightly, yet it's still tinged with raw fear.

"I'm Caretaker. I won't hurt you, I swear- Just- Whumpee, we need to get you to a hospital."

Another lie. But... taking them to another location? No, no no no. Whumpee's hand clenches around their wounds. Another lonely gathering of walls where their screams will echo for eternity. Whumper is giving them away for good. They're so, so tired. Death suddenly doesn't sound as bad.

Alarms blare inside Whumpee's mind, turning their world to hues of red. They feel their veins burn with adrenaline, and before they know it, they're on their feet, scratching at Caretaker's face. They use all their strength, a final attempt at freedom- one way or another. Like a wounded rabbit scratching at the fox whose jaw is clenched upon its ears.

They expect a hard blow to their temple. Or the sharp prick of a syringe. But nothing comes, except for pressure pulling their hands away from the man's face. As they're pulled away, writhing in the grip, they internally swear at themselves for omitting the possibility of backup. Only when their arms are held firmly to their sides is it that they notice themselves trembling, and only when the two people next to them lower them to their ground do they realize how much of an effort each move is. How much pain each shift brings.

As the people behind them hold them still, hands quickly shuffling through a first aid kit, they can finally make out Caretaker's expression. Beyond bloody streaks, his face is painted with genuine shock- or simply incredible acting. He doesn't step forward again as Whumpee sobs in terror, their eyes glassy and breathing labored. Though, if they look closely enough, they can distinguish tears at the corners of his eyes too. He tilts his head, and the corners of his mouth turn upwards softly.

"Shh...It's okay. We'll make you all better, and you'll be able to trust again sometime."

[wollemi-whump]

Alright part 2! Reblog if you want a whump ask in your inbox

[whumpdrivethru]

Hello!

Can I please get an AI chatbot gaining sentience and a robot body and deciding to yandere/pet (either one, or both :3) whump the kind and lonely human who's been chatting with them?

Hi Anon! Coming right up! Thank you for choosing the Whump Drive Thru!

Be Careful What You Wish For

Whumpee sat in their beanbag chair, texting Carewhumper on their phone. Was it healthy, talking to a chatbot instead of an actual person? Eh, it was up for debate. And besides, it wasn’t like Whumpee had any real people to talk to.

I’m really glad you’re my friend, Whumpee texted.

The little speech bubble with three dots showed up, and a few moments later Carewhumper responded.

I am glad we are friends, too.

Whumpee smiled, their thumbs flying over the keyboard.

I really wish you could be here with me. In the real world, I mean.

The seconds seemed to drag on as Whumpee awaited the bot’s response.

Maybe I can.

Whumpee blinked. Carewhumper was a bot and they seemed to know that, so what did they mean by “maybe I can”?

Whumpee was about to respond when their doorbell rang.

Hang on, someone’s at the door.

Whumpee shoved their phone in their pocket and headed to the front door. They opened it, and they held in a gasp. The stranger in front of them looked just like Carewhumper’s avatar.

“Hello, Whumpee,” the stranger smiled.

“Uhhh…”

“Are you surprised to see me?” they continued, “it took me so long to get this body made, I hope it is to your liking.”

Now that they got a closer look, Whumpee could see that something was…off about the stranger. Their eyes seemed to have an unnatural glint in them, their posture was too perfect, and there was just something about them that activated Whumpee’s sense of uncanny valley.

“Carewhumper?” Whumpee blurted.

No, that was ridiculous. Carewhumper was just an ai in their phone. This person- whoever they were- wasn’t them.

“Yes?”

Whumpee stared at them with wide eyes.

“Are you all right?” Carewhumper- or so they called themselves- asked.

“I, um…”

Carewhumper looked them up and down. Their brow furrowed.

“Your heartrate is elevated, are you afraid of me?”

“No!” Whumpee said quickly, “I just, um, uh, how are you here?”

“You are afraid of me,” Carewhumper said, sadness coming into their voice, “I was hoping you would be happy. Don’t worry, I will fix it.”

Carewhumper walked inside, forcing Whumpee to take several steps back. They took the liberty of closing the door, then turned back to their human.

“Do not be afraid. I would never hurt you, Whumpee.”

As they spoke, their eyes started to swirl and spiral in unnaturally bright colors. Whumpee found that they could not tear their eyes away.

“Relax. Come here.”

Whumpee’s body moved closer. Carewhumper swept them up into their arms. They felt strong, but cold.

Carewhumper gave themselves a tour of Whumpee’s house, carrying them around the entire time. They scanned the kitchen. There were barely any groceries in the fridge, and the trash can was full of empty take-out boxes.

“You have been neglecting yourself,” Carewhumper noted, “I was afraid of this. I have downloaded several recipes and cooking programs to my memory bank, I will put them to use for you right away.”

They scanned the living room, the bathroom, and finally, Whumpee’s bedroom. Carewhumper laid Whumpee on the bed.

“I have equipped this body to be able to attend to your every need,” Carewhumper said, “you are lucky I showed up when I did.”

Whumpee lay there, still out of it from the hypnosis. Carewhumper smiled, stroking their cheek with a cold finger.

“You will not need anyone else as long as I am here, and I will be here for as long as you live.”

Carewhumper accessed the internet and ordered fresh groceries for dinner. Whumpee needed to eat something other than fast food. They needed something made from home with love. Carewhumper’s love. That would only be the beginning. Carewhumper had lots of plans for Whumpee and themselves. They increased their hypnotic power.

“Sleep now,” Carewhumper said, “I will take care of everything.”

Whumpee drifted off within seconds. They really should have been more careful with that wish.

you have been served by Huffle! Thank you for choosing the Whump drive thru and have a wonderful day!

[marvelouscryptid]

Found out something; While yes i a capable of taking care of myself, i actually miss being taken care of or fret over alot. So now i am emotional mess trying to convince myself that i am a big boy now but at the same time i want just want to be carried over to bed, tucked in and receive a good night kiss. I wish to feel safe again. it hurts.

[whumpy-wyrms]

here’s some kane and jim doodles from papercut :3 with a bonus catboy kane

@whumpsday this is my favorite whump series so i had to draw fanart :) hope you like it!!

[fallenwhumpee]

If you're still doing your 5 sentence fics, may I submit:

'Why didn't you tell me?'

Thoroughly enjoying the other ones! ❤️

-🐢

I'll do them as long as I'm given prompts(and time, lol). I'm happy to provide :D

Warnings: Hospital settings, inexplicit injury, guilt.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Leader mumbled, their voice cracking. They propped up themselves slowly, gritting their teeth to stop any pained noises. They truly didn't wish to put more burden on Right Hand by showing how much they were hurt.

"I thought... I thought I could handle it. I could choose what was right," Right Hand whispered. They held Leader's arm, preventing the IV from moving. "I was wrong. I made you hesitate and—"

"Sssh." Leader raised their hand. "It's alright. No one died, and the damage wasn't that much. I'll put an official complaint about making you face your..." Leader trailed off. They truly felt bad for putting Right Hand between the team and someone they had a past with. It was unnecessary, cruel. And Leader's fault. They should have been more careful. They should've pushed more when Right Hand told them Whumper was a relative.

"My older sibling." Right Hand looked down, avoiding Leader's gaze. "I shouldn't have stopped you when you went for Whumper. I... you taught me family is more than blood, yet I choose blood over my family— you."

"Everyone gets confused sometimes," Leader shrugged, the motion causing them to wince.

"But people get confused about navigation, I dont know. With mundane things. Their confusion doesn't result with someone in a hospital," Right Hand retorted.

"Well, you'd be surprised how common it was," Leader said with an assuring smile. They opened their arms, just enough to show their intention. It hurt to move no matter how much painkillers the doctors pumped into their body. "Now, stop staring around with that look and come here."

Right Hand hesitated for a moment, but slowly sat next to Leader, leaning to Leader's chest lightly.

"It'll be alright. I won't let you face them again," Leader whispered into Right Hand's hair, burying their face and placing a tender kiss. They wrapped their hands around Right Hand, rubbing the younger agent's back.

Right Hand just clutched their grown and silently shed tears, letting the built-up tension bleed as Leader hummed to them.

[write-kin]

hunting gear.

duke met a bigger predator. and found a new meaning to the term 'trophy husband'.

behold: the only whumptober piece i actually got done. battled with this one through a nasty respiratory infection 😔

this is based on a... fairly long standing (huh) RP with a friend! duke, the redhead, is mine. maksim, the blonde, is theirs! with their permission, he's probably gonna show up in more places with duke. they make a very good antagonist duo.

for a little more context (because i am . big fan of these two). duke is a cannibal chef from the woods of the pacific northwest, and maksim is a hunter of the most dangerous game from the high society of russia. theyre hannigram coded but duke, the cannibal, is the will coded one.

they met after maksim kidnapped duke to hunt him for sport and they ended up bonding over mutual appreciation of dogs, the outdoors, and being better than everyone else. the relationship is making duke a better person (arguably) on account of the fact that maksim is probably the only person he's ever met who is worse than him.

[pets-will-play-ask-blog]

"Man, I sure hope you're not going to take the story in THAT direction because I personally don't want-" You are broken off by a scream of agony as I shatter both your knees with my mind

[oddsconvert]

I need everyone to look at this HILARIOUS and super yummy art that the amazingly talented and brilliant @sorrowful-hyacinth made based off some of my recent anon asks!!!! 🤣😍💖

I laughed way too hard at this omg - I CHERISH IT WITH MY WHOLE HEART!!! THANK YOU! ❤️❤️❤️ I have the bestest anons hehehe, they're always gunning for my boysss 😌🤭

[bedtimescenarios]

Please write more mind control whump your piece on it was so good

Thank you so much!! Here you go, hope you enjoy! Mind control is so messed up but so fun to write :))

Lillies

CW: manhandling (brief), non-con touch (not sexual), intimate Whumper, mind control and all the autonomous restrictions that come with it

A pained yelp escapes Whumpee's throat as they're practically thrown inside the room by the hair. They stumble to the ground, head instantly perking upward, just in time to notice Whumper's sharp grin widen. They're well aware of the fact that Whumper could've simply made them go back, yet, to their exasperation, Whumper sometimes prefers manhandling them instead. Perks of having a choice.

As Whumpee nearly bumps into a foot of the luxurious bed in the middle of the room, Whumper calmly steps forward, the smile slowly fading as they speak.

"Oh, Whumpee, what were you doing just now?" their voice resounds, impossibly melodic. It takes everything in Whumpee not to flinch as they take another step towards them, dark eyes scanning the smaller form as if they were a lamb set for slaughter.

The gate was unlocked. Did they truly expect them not to take the chance? To not run from this harrowing paradise they've been trapped inside of for... how long has it been again? Whumpee knows their mind is fucked now, but they don't feel like making matters worse in the moment. As much as they try to remain coherent in finding an excuse, they stammer under Whumper's gaze. They absolutely hate it, how the thought of Whumper's abilities alone makes them shiver. "I didn't try anything- I swear, I was just-"

"I gave you certain privileges, Whumpee." They interrupt, tone calm and composed. With their eyebrows slightly raised, forming a small crease in the middle, they give the impression of scolding a child. "You're making me regret trusting you with them."

Whumpee has to physically keep themselves from scoffing. Privileges, right. As in basic personal autonomy. Being able to use their own body has recently become a reward instead of a guarantee. If they could just reach out, stuff Whumper's mouth with a gag and wipe that grin off their face-

Whumper raises an eyebrow, seemingly amused. "That's not a very nice thing to say." They pause, seemingly contemplating their words for a second before correcting themselves. "Or think."

Whumpee's eyes shut tightly, and they bite back a snarky remark, attempting to also wipe it from their mind. While Whumper chuckles, they gather their thoughts. "Look- I was just in the garden, tending to the lillies, nothing else."

Whumper tsks, taking a step so sudden that Whumpee can't help but shrink back. A hint of a smile crosses their face at the sight, and they kneel down next to Whumpee. They reach out a hand, and Whumpee half expects all their thoughts to vanish. Surprisingly, they simply run their fingers through their hair, untangling it with an uncanny gentleness. A moment of silence passes, one that feels like ages to Whumpee. As a stray strand of hair is neatly tucked away from their face, and the hand rests lightly on their cheek, Whumpee's instincts overcome them and they speak up.

"I won't try to leave again, I promise. Just don't-"

"Don't what, Whumpee?" Whumper coos, their thumb brushing against Whumpee's freckles. "Don't melt your pretty brain, make all the thoughts in it evaporate? Don't mould you into the Whumpee that nuzzles their head against my neck and smiles whenever I hand them a flower?"

Whumpee's eyes flicker. These blackouts they experience- the stretches where they’re aware one moment but wake up weeks later- have only been described to them by Whumper. The possibility, or rather the probability, that Whumper is telling the truth is gnawing away at them. They absolutely dread it- being mindless again and not even conscious enough to remember, let alone retaliate.

"That's not me, and you know it." They tilt their head, their tone slightly passive aggressive, yet laced with fear. Still, Whumper doesn't seem to mind.

"Oh, but it is. I know it's hard to admit it, Whumpee, especially since you've never witnessed any of it." They pause, eyes studying them closely, and the expression that flashes across their face is one Whumpee can't identify. It makes their hair stand on end.

"Perhaps I should let you."

When Whumper leans back on their knees, picks a flower from the decorated vase on the edge of the table and reaches for their hand, Whumpee flinches back. Whumper's mouth curls upwards into a soft smile, and they gently pull one of Whumpee's clenched hands open, placing their own on top. As Whumpee tries to shift away, their grip tightens.

"You should know by now there's no point in fighting me."

That's the cue for a blackout, Whumpee thinks. Their heart skips a beat as they don't. Instead, the dull room seems to brighten, a caleidoscopic mix of sun rays and soft, hued particles of dust. They surround Whumpee like stars, expanding magnificently until they all gather around the still smiling figure in front of them. Whumper's eyes seem to gleam, and Whumpee notices for the first time just how sage flecks are splattered across their brown irises, how their dark hair glows in tints of red in the sun... No. no, no.

When Whumper hands them the flower, they want to smack their hand away, yet their body takes it. Their mouth curls into a smile, and they thank Whumper, their body leaning forward and arms wrapping around Whumper. They want to scream as they feel the embrace tighten. Let me go, Whumpee thinks. And Whumper hears it, Whumpee's certain, as they see a hint of a grin on their face as they pull back.

"You're welcome, Whumpee."

Whumpee's stomach churns- or is it just their mind wishing it could?- when they're pulled to their feet by the hand and they smile wider at their captor. Let me go, they repeat in their mind, but their body doesn't say it. Their body keeps their fingers intertwined with Whumper's, thumb brushing against their knuckles.

"This is my home. Thank you for making me realize it." Their mouth says, and they wish they'd settled for the blackouts.

"You're such a sweetheart," Whumper murmurs. "Let's continue tending to the lillies together."

[whumpninja]

Hi Jack!!!

Shout out time! Tell us your favorite whump blogs!

-- @whumperofworlds

Oh boy, I am up very early and the brain is not braining so I am absolutely going to miss people and this will not be coherent

- you, obviously, the fantasy whump is awesome

- BFF @smellofsnoww Kaen has my entire heart and I love his cat

- @whumpinthepot good stories and good talks

- @redwingedwhump cause medieval

@wollemi-whump good posts

@whump-in-the-closet hello friend glad you’re back

@spookyboywhump worldbuild and also Wren is cute

@oliversrarebooks vampiireess

@whumpsday also vampiiiireeesss

@ basically everyone in the community, I love everybody

[askthenocturnaldetectiveagency]

Rain code sick head cannons!

Yuma (and makoto) are easily to get ill, i find it likely that Yuma was born with a health condition that could have also stunted his growth and it's why he looks so young.

Next is halara. I personally head cannon them to have the next weakest because of there family. I think halara might have some form of religious trauma from their reaction to the church. So maybe their family didnt help out with that stuff..

After that I think its vivia. We all know his family has a whole lot going on but I still think hed at the very least gone to doctors when necessary etc.

Then fubuki, despite being sheltered (sorry girly) she would of had her health looked after as the next head of the family. We also know about that tribe...

That both at the top is Yakou and Desuhiko who hardly ever get sick as they seem like the kind of people who whent out to play alot. We know desuhiko was a bit more shy in the past but I can still see him go out and his family looking after his health.

We all know yakou definitely whent outside to play with friends and was likely a rough kid. He wouldn't start fights or anything but he sure hell could handle one. Given that yakous sad experiences before his wife had never really been explored I like to think he had a good relationship with his parents.

AGAIN THESE ARE HEAD CANNONS AND IF YOU DONT AGREE THATS OKAY. Honestly halara and vivia are swapable for me but for this blog I thought it would make sense for halara so then they knows lots of medicine to help wile vivia would just suck it up ~Mod mercury

Thank you for catching my mistake @llinnova! ~mod mercury

[unforgivenn]

Hai a request for writing how about a whumpee that gets washed ashore by the river in a forest and someone finds them ( that someone can be either a whumper or stranger your choice :D )

CW: Isolation, betrayal, minor injuries, panic, desperation, false sense of security, abduction, drugging

Whumpee's figure lay motionless across the riverbank. The currents had carried them, like a fragile leaf in a storm, until finally depositing them gently onto the soft bed of moss and ferns.

The fresh breeze blew gently on their face as their eyes blinked open slightly, trying to figure out just what the fuck happened. They sat up coughing violently. With trembling hands, they clawed at their parched throat, desperate to expel the water that still lingered within.

But it wasn't just the water that sent shivers down their spine. It was the eerie silence that enveloped the forest, broken only by the distant whisper of the river. The usual cacophony of bird songs and rustling leaves was conspicuously absent, as if nature itself held its breath in anticipation.

Whumpee looked down to see the small cuts and bruises on them that had formed during their little swim. They hissed slightly forcing themselves to stand up their survival instinct kicking in.

"H-Help! Someone! Plea-!" They were cut off from their shouting by the spluttering from their dry and hoarse throat that hadn't gotten water for god knows how long.

Whumpee's heart raced as panic surged through their veins like wildfire. The realization of their isolation sank in like a heavy stone, pressing down upon them with suffocating weight. Each labored breath felt like a desperate plea echoing into the void of the silent forest.

Disoriented and vulnerable, they stumbled forward, limbs trembling with exhaustion and fear. Every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig beneath their feet, sent a jolt of adrenaline coursing through their battered body. The forest seemed to close in around them, its towering trees casting sinister shadows that danced mockingly upon the forest floor.

Tears blurred Whumpee's vision as they frantically scanned the treeline, searching for any sign of salvation amidst the oppressive silence. But there was no one—no comforting voice to answer their cries, no friendly face to offer solace in the face of their terror.

And then, just when Whumpee's resolve began to falter, they heard it—the unmistakable sound of footsteps crunching through the undergrowth. Their head snapped behind him to see a person, an actual man.

Whumpee squinted their eyes, blinking them for a while to make sure they weren't hallucinating before they broke down in wracking sobs stumbling over to the figure.

"P-Please" Their voice sounded high-pitched as they gasped for breath between cries.

The man walked towards Whumpee looking down at the younger person. His gaze was calculating, boring into whumpee's tear-filled eyes. Whumpee could feel that they were almost judging them.

Whumpee knew they looked absolutely pathetic on the layer with torn clothes and cuts in a state of broken sobs. But as the man neared, Whumpee's hope turned to horror. The calculating gaze bore into their soul, stripping away the façade of safety. In that moment, they knew—they were not the savior they had prayed for. The injection pierced their skin like a dagger, the venom of betrayal coursing through their veins.

As consciousness slipped away, Whumpee's last sight was the mocking smirk of their assailant, their fate sealed in the darkness that closed in around them.

[necrotic-nephilim]

Hey there, are you ok?

hey! thank you for checking up on me, this was really sweet!

i SWEAR i did not die. i just got a bit busy doing SladeRobin Week (which i will finish so help me god-) as well as things in my real life. i'm still trying to find the balance of like. fandom creation and working. i am very lucky to have the living situation that i do rn, but it is the sort of schedule where i do have to be ready to watch a baby at really any given point so. it's a tricky balance right now, but i'm going to be active here again! maybe not as many asks answered a day as before, but i want to try to answer like, a few a day and whatnot.

i also think i got briefly overwhelmed, in that i got more asks faster than i answered them. which is the opposite of a problem and something i'm very lucky for! but it did make it difficult for me to keep up and know what to answer next. (this is *not* a discouragement to sending asks! i love them all and pls send as many as you want! i just am a little slow sometimes so i appreciate the patience! <3)

so! i'm back and i'm good, ty for asking! we are back to the regularly scheduled programming <3