#wow's birthday whump event!

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Hey howdy hey friends! Your eyes don't deceive you, I just posted back-to-back "We Are TroubleD" entries! It's really just one short story split up into two posts, but hey!

I know I did that poll asking if it should be one post or two, and one post won... but even I was feeling like my eyes were glazing over when reading it all in one go, so I broke it up! It's 8,510 words in total (not counting the content warnings and such)!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! ^_^ I had been working on that entry for quite a while, so I'm glad to finally get it out!

With that entry being posted... I actually FULLY COMPLETED MY FIRST EVER WHUMP EVENT! I know that WoW's Birthday Whump Event! was going on in April of this year, but it's taken me this long to get everything written and posted! I really wanted to work hard on my entries and take my time with them, and I'm trilled with the results! It was fun to make them last through the year!

I'm cracking up because at this point WoW has already posted next year's prompts for that same event... D'oh! I'm not sure if I have it in me to go do it again... but hey, stranger things have happened! Either way, I'm so proud of myself and happy!

Expect my participation masterpost for that event to come out soon. Yay!!

I hope you all are doing well! Thanks for being here and for reading about my boys going through peril and heartache! <3

[whumpty-dumpty-doo]

Oh yay! I participated in the thing! Didn't expect a fun badge! What a nice surprise! <3 Thanks for runnin' it, WoW!

(The rest of my entries are still coming, even though the month is up!)

... also dang, I want red velvet cake now!

WoW Birthday Whump Event Participants!

SURPRISE! I got badges!!! Special thanks to @i-eat-worlds for taking the time to make these!!! You're awesome :D

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Superhero's pet

WoW's birthday event: day 9: aftermath of rescue | sickness | "you're burning up"

Taglist: @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @rainydaywhump

Caretaker's rescued Villain from Superhero from years in his 'care'. But that doesn't mean things are easy, especially when he's still her boss.

The blame for this goes entirely to @echo-goes-mmm.

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CWs: Villain whump, pet whump, severe self-dehumanisation, past dehumanisation, past animalisation, asking for punishment, past torture

Caretaker prepares for work quickly and silently nowadays. She needs the extra time, because she has someone else to look after now.

Villain. Superhero's former plaything. The test case in the new villain rehabilitation programme.

Or, as they call themself – pet.

They wanted to be called dog. They were called dog. But pet somehow seems like a slight improvement. They use that now, for themself.

They have the same routine every day Caretaker works, and it seems to help. She wakes them up once she's completely ready to leave. She'd gladly leave them asleep, but the one time she tried, they panicked and hurt themself. She hasn't tried since.

She shakes them gently awake. They're asleep on a human-sized pet bed in her room, snuggled under a large blanket until only the tip of their satin bonnet is visible.

They wouldn't take the bed in the spare room, insisting that "pets don't deserve beds," and she wasn't letting them sleep on the carpet. This was the compromise, when she realised even a room to themself was too much.

They wake and push themself immediately to their hands and knees, reaching out to kiss Caretaker's trainers. She takes a step back.

"Hey, buddy. You don't need to do that, remember?"

Villain trembles, forehead dropping to meet the hard carpet. "Your pet is sorry, Mistress. Please punish it."

"Not happening. Come on, get dressed and then it's time for breakfast."

Caretaker turns her back as quickly as possible as Villain starts stripping without a care who's there. She's not sure she wants to know what Superhero did to make them like this.

They won't take off their collar, insisting that it'll make them a "bad dog", but there's no bell any longer and she's working on the tag.

"Your pet is dressed, Mistress."

"Good pet." She hates the term, but they practically glow when she calls them it so maybe it's worth it? "Follow me."

Villain crawls behind Caretaker, settling into a knelt position when they reach the kitchen. She stifles a sigh. They've come on since she brought them home, but there's still a long way to go. The number one priority of which is to get them to eat like a person.

"What would you like to eat this morning, Villain? Crumpets or toast with jam?" They were their two favourites before they vanished, she knows. And they're edible with fingers, which... Caretaker doesn't ever want to watch them eat like an animal again.

"Whatever Mistress desires."

"Well I would desire you to make a decision. It's okay, I won't punish you for it."

Villain pales, visibly trembling again. "May this pet... may it have crumpets, please, Mistress? It understand if it requires a reminder of its position instead, but please show mercy on your pet for following your instructions." Then they cringe away, repeating under their breath in a monotone, "Good dogs don't ask for mercy. Good dogs take what they're given. Good dogs need regular reminders."

"Shh, buddy. It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you."

Villain's breath hitches. "Please remind this pet of its place, Mistress. It needs regular reminders, This pet is a bad, bad dog and it needs to learn its place."

Caretaker winces. Why does 'dog' sound so much worse than 'pet'?

"You're not a bad pet. You're very good already. Is that where your scars are from?"

"Some, Mistress. This pet requires maintenance."

Caretaker nods, glad she's already eaten. She sets the dog bowl in front of them. "Eat your breakfast."

Villain obediently lifts a crumpet (and god, at least they're using their hands now) and hunches over it, eating like they'll never be fed again.

For all Caretaker knows, that could be a plausible possibility in their mind. Did Superhero threaten that? Villain is still underfed.

She watches as they polish off their meal. As she has before, she wonders if she's using the right pronouns anymore. Sure, it/its are conditioned into Villain, but that doesn't mean she shouldn't use them. Does it?

"I'm going to work today, Villain. While I'm gone, I'd like you to clean the dishes and look after your goldfish. You can go out on the balcony if you like, but no further outside. I'm sorry, we can't risk it yet. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good pet."

Caretaker bends down and scratches behind their ear, which they lean into eagerly. "Stay safe."

Then she leaves, unable to think of anything else to say.

_

Superhero has asked to see her.

Superhero has asked to see her.

Caretaker would be nervous normally, because now she's finished her training he only ever calls her in when she's failed, but now... what if he's found out about Villain? As a technopath it was simplicity itself hacking into the system to investigate the rehabilitation centre, but what if she left some trace of herself behind? Online, at the centre itself, in her behaviour over the past few weeks... she could've done anything.

As she walks through the building, she passes many people, some of whom smile or call out greetings. She wonders just how many know what Superhero's been doing.

She hadn't. Villain had been missing for two years and god, she was so naïve. Believing Superhero's reassurances (when she dared to ask) that they were being well taken care of, and he'd visited himself, the conditions were completely up to scratch. They should be no worry of Caretaker's now. His terrible lies that make her blood boil.

She knocks on his office door and waits for a response before entering.

"You wanted to see me, sir?"

His eyes are ice cold behind his smile. "Yes. I wanted to ask how you're doing."

"Sir?"

"After Villain's escape. I notice your success rate is down recently."

"Oh." She twists her fingers behind her back. Of course she has, she's not arresting anyone else to be hauled off and tortured into Villain's state or worse. "I'm sorry, sir, I've just been worried about Villain." Not a lie. "I'll do better."

"Mm." He steeples his hands together under his chin, watching her steadily with the gaze of the agency's golden boy, and it's in moments like these that she's reminded of how brutal his training was. How unforgiving. "Any idea where he could be?"

Her mind flashes back to a morning during Villain's first week with her, when they'd licked spilt jam off the kitchen floor because "bad dogs don't waste food".

"No, sir."

"Pity. As their nemesis, I expect you to do better."

"I expect you to do better, Caretaker. We'll try again in an hour."

Caretaker shivers. At least she no longer has to be trained by Superhero.

Why did she ever like and trust him?

"Sorry, sir."

"Let me know if you find anything. Dismissed." He flicks a hand towards the door and she exits obediently. You don't argue with Superhero, even if you're not trying to keep a low profile.

Às soon as she's far enough away, she leans against a wall and closes her eyes, breathing hard. She is so, so glad she doesn't regularly carry a knife around with her. Stabbing Superhero 47 times in the chest might be a slight giveaway that she no longer likes him.

_

Caretaker returns home to the smell of chemicals and Villain kneeling on the freshly-cleaned carpet, behind an array of implements. Lighter, matches, fire poker, broom, knife, bleach, rope, salt...

"Villain, what..."

"You have been stressed, Mistress, and this pet is overdue its maintenance. This pet thought that this might help, as it did Master." Then they say somewhat proudly, "This pet used its initiative, as you requested. Has it pleased you, Mistress?"

The pieces finally click and Caretaker stumbles back, hand flying to her mouth, horrified. Villain thought... Caretaker would want to torture them because she was stressed? More than that, they fetched all these torture implements and brought them together in an effort to please her, knowing how they would be used?

"I... put those away, Villain, please. We won't be needing those tonight. And once you're finished go and wait in the living room. I think we need to talk again."

"Yes, Mistress." They pick up the first implement (a hammer) and crawl awkwardly towards the cupboard where the DIY stuff is kept. Caretaker thinks about reminding them they can walk, but they're shaking so much already. It probably wouldn't do any good.

She changes into something more comfortable before turning the kettle on, her own hands shaking. God. It feels like every day she discovers some new, despicable thing Superhero has done. Forget the knives – she could kill him with her bare hands.

She used to just be able to relax after work. Those were the days. But– she can't very well just leave Villain. They're her responsibility, and she's their only option.

Sighing, she carefully carries two cups of chamomile tea into the living room and sets them down on the coffee table. Villain is knelt in what must be the most uncomfortable corner of the room – difficult to find, as the place is tidier than she's ever seen it.

"Will you come and join me on the sofa, please, Villain? Or at least beside the sofa, if it makes you feel more comfortable."

She's sure they'll do that, they always do, and she arranges soft cushions on the hard carpet to make it more comfortable, since the rug doesn't reach far enough. At least she's always had far too many cushions.

She lives in hope that one day they'll feel comfortable enough to start using furniture again.

"So, first things first. Thank you for cleaning the house so thoroughly. It's never been so sparkling. You didn't have to, but I'm very grateful you did. And I'm proud of you for using your initiative, please keep doing so. However, stop bringing me torture implements. That's an order. I'm not going to punish you, Villain, and nobody deserves being hurt by any of that. Understand?"

"Yes, Mistress. This pet apologises for not letting you choose the method of punishment completely. It will do better in future."

"No, that's not what I–" She cuts off, pinching her brow. She's not going to get them to understand, at least not yet. "Thank you, buddy. Now, why don't we both relax? I'll find us something we'll both like."

"Yes, Mistress."

They settle for an episode of Great British Bake Off in the end. Not that Villain ever comments either way, but they did when they still fought each other and if Villain lied to her about their preferences then that's their own fault.

Villain rests their head on her lap and watches the screen sideways, eyes half-closed. Caretaker rubs small circles into their shoulders.

She feels so incredibly guilty for arresting them in the first place. She's responsible for this, albeit indirectly. The Villain she knew would never have forgiven her.

Speaking of which...

"Why are you never angry with me, Villain? I'm the reason you were tortured for two years."

Villain glances up from under their lashes for just a second.

"Good dogs don't bark."

[whumpsday]

With the Ides of March coming up, March is the perfect month to get into a whumpy mood! Here's some events to help with that!

March events starting today:

🏃 March Trope-A-Thon (@amonthofwhump), prompts here, a 7-day whump event (starts March 15!)

🎭 Whump: The Musical (@whumpthemusical), prompts here, a 31-day musical-themed whump event

📜 The Whumps of March (@storyweaverofgondor), prompts here, a 31-day literature-themed whump event

🌲 Wollemi Whump Event (@merriam-whumpster), prompts here, a month-long, 15-prompt whump event

🌵 March of Pain (@marchofpain), prompts here, a 31-day whump event

April events starting next month:

🩹 Whumpril (@whumpril), prompts here, a 30-day whump event

🎂 WoW's Birthday Whump Event (@whumperofworlds), prompts here, a 15-day whump event

🌧️ Angstpril (@chaos-company), prompts here, a 30-day angst event

🫀 Whump Wars (@folieadeuxserver), info here, a 10-day points-based Hannibal fandom whump event

In addition, I've made a whump event myself for the first time, though it's not seasonal: the Conflict Whump Challenge has 3-9 prompts depending on how you play it.

Have fun and enjoy the coming spring!

Full list of whump events here

[purplehanfu]

Self-Indulgent Birthday Post

notes: It's my birthday- pay attention to meeee (again). List of all recaps

Everyone's handing out medals so I will too!

Event: Looking Hot Despite Terrible Terrible Wig

more behind the cut

Drama That Gave Me Nothing

Winner: Jade's Fateful Love

I spent a weekend watching all 24 episodes and I can remember literally nothing about this drama. FL swaps places with her sister who was supposed to marry ML. That's it. Wow.

I'm Wrong and I Just Don't Care

Winner: The Spirealm

Everyone else: "The Spy Realm" Me: "The Spire Alm"

This Drama Wishes It Were Men with Sword

Winner: Kimi to Yukite Saku: Shinsengumi Seishunroku

Despite being a drama filled to the brim with good looking guys of wildly varying acting ability, this one's not giving us the badgood of Men with Sword. I think MWS's special charm came from a combination of having zero budget, a bunch of new untested actors and a script whose complexity rivaled Game of Thrones.

kudos on styling this guy like a Biba ad though

Progress

Winner: Meet You at the Blossom

Instead of watching a man and a woman roll around on each other in bulky historical costumes, we can now see two men roll around on each other in bulky historical costumes. I call that growth. Seriously though MYATB has been giving us romance, whump, angst, and (for some reason) kites. I love it. Sidebar: I was meh on Li Le when I first saw him in the production stills but damn, the boy delivers!

Crimes Against Wang Duo 2024

Winner: Sword and Fairy 4

Obligated to Mention on My Birthday

Winner: Bloody Romance

GongZi, all those people you killed had it coming.

and in closing...

This Post is MDL Certified

look for the mark of quality wherever you comment on a drama that has more than one male character

Master list of all recaps

[3-2-whump]

WoW Birthday Whump Event Day 11:

Used as Bait

Happy (actual?) Birthday!

Varadha Rajamanaar and Devaratha Shouryanga Raisaar belong to the Salaar (2023) fandom, and there is no hetero explanation to those two’s dynamics

Don’t worry! Varadha’s faith is not misplaced, see under the cut!

And the whole thing

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Introductory/Masterpost

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Hi! *waves*

I'm Kate, welcome to my blog!

About Me: I am a Catholic writer, artist, musician and bookworm. This is a writing and whump blog, mostly original works with the occasional fanfic thrown in there for variety. I use she/her, and I'm over 18. This blog is mostly sfw aside from swearing and posted/reblogged violence.

Why I write whump

My favorite genre to read and write for is fantasy, but I also like whump (hurt/comfort) and some other genres. I also love dragons (obviously from the pfp) and that's a big part of why I like fantasy, because ✨dragons✨.

The Society of Fantasy Whump Enthusiasts

Other socials:

Pinterest (IceDrag0n)

AO3 (TilDeathIWillWrite, dealerintheoreticalmurder)

Fandom Sideblog @tildeathiwillread

Writing requests are open!

Note: I am strongly and openly anti-ai, pro-life, Christian Catholic and I wear my opinions on my sleeve. You cannot change this. My ask box is open, but blatant hate and threats will be deleted.

Whump Event Masterposts:

Whumpmas 2023

Whumpuary 2024

WoW Birthday Whump

Whumpril 2024

June of Doom 2024

Magic Whump Week 2024

Whumptober 2024

My Original Stories:

Forsaken: The Doomed City

The Legend of Orian Goldeneye

Tales from Valaria

Trials of the Six

Posted Fanfics:

Inside the Standing Stones (Brave (2012) oc one-shot)

Demigods of the Death Gate (PJO/DGC crossover series)

Other short stories:

An Immortal Thief (immortal whump, 1st person POV)

Hero x Villain (hero and villain whump)

A Musician and A Curse (siren whump)

Writemas 2024

Tags on my blog:

#my writing -> all of my writing. all of it. there's a lot.

#my reposted memes, #my memes -> all my memes. They are also on my Pinterest, hence why I refer to some of them as reposted.

#my random thoughts -> random thoughts about anything and everything

#my art -> art tag. Pretty self-explanatory.

#writing thoughts -> miscellaneous writing things.

#others writing -> reblogs from other writeblrs

#indeed -> signal boost or agreement reblogs

#tildeathiwillprompt -> original writing prompts. usually whump

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WOW's Birthday Event Day 4: Electrocution / Waterboarded / "Anything but that!"

⚠️ CW: Electrocution, Waterboarding, Non-Sexual Nudity (mentioned), Torture. (please let me know if I missed anything)

A HUGE shout out to @3-2-whump for beta reading so I could get this out today!

Day 3 Here <

Youngest was dragged off. They kicked and thrashed as hard as they could, cussing the men who held them out. One of them had finally had enough of it and punched them hard in the stomach.

“Shut the fuck up and cooperate, or you’ll get worse,” the man growled harshly.

Youngest doubled over, the wind knocked out of them, and collapsed. Before they could catch their breath, they felt themselves be hoisted up again. This time Youngest complied. They knew a cracked rib would make escape more difficult, they reasoned. They needed to stay focused on getting Whumpee and getting out of here. Maybe being captured isn’t such a bad thing, they’ll find Whumpee quicker this way, right?

When the hood was finally removed, they found themselves in a small sterile room with a single table that was about 6 feet long. The handcuffs were removed but before they could struggle, they were forced down into a high back chair. Their heart sank. This looked like an interrogation room. Whumpee was nowhere to be seen.

Their arms were secured to the armrests then their ankles to the chair legs. A sickening fear emerged when the head of a leather strap appeared in their field of vision. It was pulled across their throat by a set of dexterous hands. Youngest could hear it be pushed back through a hole on the other side of their throat before being pulled uncomfortably tight. They then heard it buckle behind them. They were completely immobilized.

Youngest could hear the door open behind them open. Whoever just came in caused the men on either side them to snap to attention.

“Well, well,” a voice came low in menacing before revealing itself. “it’s not every day my enemies come crawling to me on their hands and knees,” the man sneered, settling down in chair on the opposite side of the table.

Claudio! Youngest realized. They flushed red slightly at his taunt.

“So why did you come here?” Claudio asked in a light, somewhat amused tone.

“Release me, and release Whumpee to me and I will leave you unharmed,” Youngest demanded, summoning all of the bravado they could. Even to them the words sounded weak though.

Claudio gave a hearty, deep laugh. Wiping a tear of amusement from the corner of his eye, he replied breathily “Ooh, an ultimatum, I’m terrified. Exactly what do you plan on doing when you can’t even move?”

Youngest just spat at Claudio as the man leaned in to wait for an answer to his mocking question. Youngest flashed a grin when it hit him in the face.

Claudio’s face flashed anger momentarily before returning to his bemused expression and laughter. “Feisty, aren’t we? I like it.” He nodded at a guard that then proceeded to taser Youngest.

The electricity surged through Youngest’s body. They jerked and thrashed, their body moving on its own.

“Let’s get one thing clear boy,” Claudio hissed dangerously, “you are in no position to make demands, and certainly in position to be making ultimatums. Now, where’s the rest of your team? If you’re here, the rest can’t be far.”

“Bite me! I’m not telling you a damn thing, you bastard!” Youngest snarled in defiance.

“Cut off their shirt,” Claudio ordered one of the guards, grabbing the taser from the other. They strode confidently to the others side of the table. He leaned against it, not quite directly in front of Youngest. “Listen here you little shit, you’re going to tell me what I want to know. It’s up to you how much damage you're going to sustain before then.”

 Claudio turned to the guard closest to him, nodding his head to the door, before following the guard out. “Bring me a dog,” Claudio ordered once out of earshot of his detainee.

It only took a few minutes before one of their trained attack dogs was brought to Claudio on a leash.

Claudio walked back into the interrogation room, the guard behind him had the dog in tow.

“Okay now where were we? Oh yes, ‘bite me’ I think was what you said. Say that again and Fido here will make it happen,” he gave the large Doberman a pat.

Youngest grew silent, eyes wide, flicking nervously to the muscular dog. They squirmed nervously.

“Now back to what I want know,” Claudio picked up the taser again. “Where are your friends hiding?”

Youngest flicked a glance over at the dog again, then back to Claudio. “Get fucked!” Youngest belted out, rashly. They did not want this man to know they were alone.

“Wrong answer,” Claudio chided menacingly.

The taser made contact with Youngest’s bare chest. Electricity tore through them once again. The restraints bit into their skin as their body contorted involuntarily with the current. Claudio hit them with it an additional two more times in quick succession, leaving Youngest panting for air. Their blood trickled out from under the restraints around their neck and wrists.

Before Youngest could get anything else out they were beginning unbound. Momentarily freed, they tried desperately to fight, but could not muster the strength. They were slammed to the table on their back, once again knocking the wind out of them.

Before they could recover Youngest found themselves being strapped to the table, once again completely immobile. They felt the legs of the table near their head be brought down. Youngest was now laying on an angle, their feet higher than their head. Claudio put a rag over their face, obscuring their sight.

“No, please! No! No!” Youngest screamed and struggled, realizing what was about to happen.

“You had your chance” Claudio sneered.

Youngest could hear the distinct scrape of a metal bucket against the floor. They braced themselves as best they, inhaling a deep breath.

Water began to pour over their nose and mouth. They almost instantly began to panic as the water burned going up their nose and into their throat. Their lungs began to ache then quickly burn. The breath they took in was forced out by the pain and fear. Instinctively they tried to gasp.

Gasping made it worse, so much worse. They gasped in water and wet rag, causing sheer unadulterated terror to engulf their body.

‘I can’t breathe, I can’t breathe!’  Panic rushed through Youngest’s veins. The panic and sheer terror intensified as they tried to thrash, to buck, to do anything, but they couldn’t move more than arch their back an inch off of the table.

Youngest had never in their entire life had ever felt terror so raw, so all encompassing. Their lungs burned, their throat burned, their nose burned. They couldn’t move, they couldn’t scream, they couldn’t BREATHE.

Finally, blessedly the stream stopped. Youngest gasped in air, more intensely aware of how precious it was. Their face was wet from tears and water as the rag was peeled away. They coughed and sputtered.

“Where is your team? Where is Leader?” Claudio asked, grasping Youngest’s cheek, drawing blood.

Youngest could do nothing but cough and pant. They couldn’t find their voice. Their eyes were still wide with fear.

��Tsk, no answer? Okay then,” Claudio laughed cruelly. He began to put the rag back over Youngest’s face.

“N-no, please, a-anything but that,” Youngest croaked out weakly, their throat raw. They started sobbing.

“Oh, so you have an answer for me?” Claudio cooed.

“I-I came alone,” they reluctantly admitted, finally cracking.

“Oh, you have, have you?” Claudio narrowed his eyes, causing Youngest to flinch and shudder. “I would say smart boy for fessing up, but it would seem you are incredibly stupid.” Claudio gave the still bound captive a condescending cheek pat, “you pissed yourself too, you’re stupid and a coward.”

Youngest laid there, exhausted and completely embarrassed. everything from last night and today hit them all at once. The fight with leader, the run, their capture. The physical and mental exhaustion from the torture made so that they could barely lift their head.

Claudio turned away from Youngest to the guards. “Strip them, then throw them in solitary confinement.” He instructed, then glanced back at his prisoner, “if he struggles, rough him up.” Claudio left Youngest alone and vulnerable with the guards and attack dog.

Claudio’s Parting words struck deep. Youngest had nothing left in them, just exhaustion, pain, and an unbearable shame that ran so much deeper than just pissing their pants. The only thing they could think was ‘will leader even come?’

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WoW Birthday Whump Day 4

I ended up being very busy these past few weeks and just have not had the time or energy to write. Anyway, this is Day 4 of @whumperofworlds's prompt event. If you want to read Day 3, you can find that here. Later today, I'll put together a masterlist. I promise I'll finish this series, even if I have to go beyond April!

Prompt: Electrocution / "Anything but that!"

Nathan dreaded the next day. The man would return and begin some sort of training for something. Nathan had no clue what. His thoughts raced with a million possibilities, each one worse than the last. At some point amid his racing thoughts, he fell asleep again.

He was still alone, thirsty, and hungry when he woke up again. By his best estimation, it had been nearly four days since he was kidnapped. Four days with only a bottle of water to drink. Four days nearly all alone in a closet with his hands cuffed together and to the floor. Four days since he had been able to stand up straight.

It wasn’t long before he heard the lock on the door scrape and he pushed himself up into a crouch. He didn’t know what to expect but it seemed to be the best option to protect himself. The man didn’t look at him as he walked in. Instead, he unlocked the chain from the floor and held it like a leash. Nathan stood up unsteadily and carefully followed as the man led him from the room.

The rest of the basement and the main floor of the house were surprisingly normal. All the shades were drawn but Nathan could see light shining through the edges. It was the first actual sign he had of the time of day. He didn’t see any clocks around to tell him the time.

The man led him to a table in the kitchen. There was a plate of food there, scrambled eggs still steaming. Nathan’s stomach growled. 

“Kneel,” the man said. Nathan didn’t let himself think about it as he sank to his knees. He was already unsteady, it would be easier this way. The man dropped the chain attached to his handcuffs and disappeared from Nathan’s sight. He returned a few seconds later with a plate of some gross-looking mash and a collar. Nathan’s heart dropped at the sight.

It wasn’t even a regular collar, it was a shock collar. Given everything that had happened so far, he had no doubt it was for him. The man put the plate on the floor then secured the collar around Nathan’s neck. Nathan didn’t dare move. Then there was a metallic click and Nathan realized that the collar was secured with a padlock. It was locked on him and whatever was going on, he was no more than a dog to the man who had kidnapped him.

The man sat down without a word and began to eat from the plate on the table. Nathan looked at the plate sitting on the floor in front of him. It was a pile of mashed up food. Nathan thought he saw bits of broccoli and maybe some pieces of chicken. There were no utensils so he reached out with his finger to grab some.

His body lit up with pain as the shock collar went off. He was lying on the ground next to the plate, his hand scrabbling at his neck trying to stop it. 

“I didn’t give you permission to eat. Kneel and try again,” the man said. His calm tone sent shivers down Nathan’s spine.

He realized he was shaking as he forced himself back to kneeling. He stayed there and let the tears roll unchecked down his cheeks as he stared at the plate in front of him. It looked so disgusting and yet he was so hungry that he would have done nearly anything to eat it. But he couldn’t take another shock. No, anything but that. He thought another one might kill him.

Then finally the man gave the order to eat and he didn’t hesitate. A few days ago, the taste would have made him gag. Now he barely even noticed it and instead let the mash fill the hollow ache in his stomach.

[aceofwhump]

dyou know any april whump events?

I do! We've got:

Whumpril (@whumpril)

Angstpril (@chaos-company)

WoW's Birthday Whump Event (@whumperofworlds)

[whumperofworlds]

WOW BIRTHDAY WHUMP EVENT

Welcome to another year of my birthday whump event!!! This year is gonna be good because I will be hitting the big 30! So for that, as suggested by a lot of you, I decided to have a little theme for this year: my favorite trope of all time, used as bait!

This event runs on April 1-15! The event ends on April 30th! However, you're more than welcome to start early or late!

And of course, we have completionist and participant badges like last year! Just note: to get the completionist badge, you must post your prompts before the end of April 30th!

For those unable to see the picture, prompts and rules are below the cut!

WoW's Birthday Whump Event

PROMPTS

Day 1: Unable to warn would-be rescuers/Trying to scream through the gag

Day 2: Bait for an animal/creature/nonhuman/Fishing with live bait

Day 3: Using themself as bait/Volunteering someone else as bait

Day 4: "Come and save them!"

Day 5: Lured into a trap/Springing the trap

Day 6: Forced to give oneself up to save another/Used as bait with a time limit

Day 7: Wide eyes in fear

Day 8: Frantic head shaking

Day 9: "Let them go! I'm the one you want!"

Day 10: "Get out of here! It's a trap!"/Guilt

Day 11 🎉: Used as bait/Parting words regret

Day 12: "I know it's a trap, but I can't leave Whumpee!"/Failed rescue

Day 13: "They won't come for me!"/"You shouldn't have come!"

Day 14: Caretaker used as bait/Team used as bait

Day 15: Caretaker abandons Whumpee

RULES

1. Anyone can join, not just whump blogs!

2. NSFW, gore, etc are allowed, just make sure you tag properly and use community labels! If it's not tagged properly and/or no community labels are used, I unfortunately can't reblog it, sorry!

3. Anything can be used for these prompts (art, writing, gifs, etc!)

4. If you like me to find you, tag your posts with #wow birthday whump , #wow birthday whump [day #] , and/or #wow birthday whump alt prompt , along with the prompt name (ie if it's day one and you're writing for the "Bound and gagged" whump, tag as #bound and gagged )

5. While the prompts are used as bait related, you're more than welcome to interpret the prompts however you please!

6. HAVE FUN!

[melpomenelamusa]

Out of all the fandom characters/OCs you love, which one do you whump the most?

-- @whumperofworlds

Hi! Well, first of all I don't write much fanfic, only for the Genshin Impact fandom, and so far I think the characters I've whumped the most are Tighnari and Kazuha (there's too much potential there, hehe), but honestly I really want to make Kaeya and Diluc suffer (I'm a big fan of Ragbros angst). And about my OCs… I think the one I enjoy making suffer the most is Elafi (in fact I've already started planning some ideas for WoW's Birthday Whump Event for him, muahahaha).

[pigeonwhumps]

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Immortal Cannon Fodder masterlist

Taglist: @extrabitterbrain @wolfeyedwitch @fuckcapitalismasshole @ghost-whump @whump-tr0pes @rainbowsandwhumperflies @whumpinggrounds @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @rainydaywhump @whumperofworlds

WoW's birthday event: day 9: aftermath of rescue | sickness | "you're burning up"

(does a hostage exchange count as a rescue? I say yes, for the purpose of this)

A day or two after Phoenix waking up in the medbay and the revelations that followed, they ask Joseph to check on Aaron (and by extension, the rest of their team).

Joseph belongs to @i-eat-worlds

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CWs: low self-esteem, mentioned past abuse, exhaustion, caffeine, self-neglect

Joseph knocks on the door to Phoenix's flat.

He almost hopes no-one answers and he'll have to use Santhiya's key. Then there's a chance they'll be asleep already.

No such luck.

Kai answers the door. Joseph can tell immediately why Phoenix was worried, even if it was only Aaron they mentioned – he's a mess. Clothes and hair rumpled, swaying slightly, brow furrowed in confusion.

"Joseph? This isn't INSUPA."

"I was visiting Phoenix, and they–"

"Are they okay?" asks Kai immediately, looking ready to run at the slightest hint of a 'no'. "What's wrong, what happened?"

"Nothing's wrong, calm down." Kai's shoulders drop and Joseph bites back a surge of anger. What did Abbie do to make Phoenix think this man could hate them?

"Then what–"

"As I said, I was visiting Phoenix, and they asked me to check up on you. Apparently the bags under Aaron's eyes look tattooed on?"

Actually, what Phoenix had done was apologise for being an inconvenience but could he please check up on Aaron? Joseph had felt sick hearing the fear there, like Joseph would do something to them for asking.

Kai sighs, judging the door further open. "Come in."

Joseph slips inside and follows Kai into the living room.

Morfydd and Lian are slumped on the floor, propped up by the couch, and Aaron is perched on the coffee table, looking two seconds from drifting off and falling, under-eye bags true to Phoenix's word. Morfydd winces at their footsteps. A selection of empty caffeine and sugar drinks and snacks surround them all, spread out around a sugar paper epicentre. Lian appears to have been snacking from a bag of whole coffee beans.

Santhiya's presumably still asleep with Phoenix in the medical bay, Phoenix themself talking to Vic about advocacy roles after she took one up for them during their interview with management (which has caused at least one panic attack so far, and which Joseph is still annoyed about). So at least no-one's unaccounted for.

"You all need to sleep."

Aaron shakes his head, taking a large gulp of coffee (which he doesn't even like. Joseph recognises this version of him from their course together). "There's more important things to do."

"What are you doing?" he asks curiously.

"Trying to work out why Phoenix thinks we'd hate them," mutters Lian morosely. "We don't know what we did, or how to fix it."

"How do they not know we value them for more than their powers and fighting?" adds Morfydd through clenched teeth.

"Because they can count on one hand the amount of people who have before." The room is dead silent. "If you slept, you'd work this out for yourselves. And I'm not taking you to medbay if you have a heart attack from all that caffeine, Lian."

Lian looks at him in surprise. That's fair. The others don't know him as well as Aaron does, don't know that he'd drop everything if that did happen.

"Joseph's lying," announces Aaron.

Joseph shrugs. "Maybe. But it's been over 24 hours since Phoenix woke, I suspect none of you have slept since before then, and I'm not going anywhere until you're asleep. Phoenix asked me to make sure you're okay, and I intend to do so."

"Okay, okay, you've made your point," mutters Lian. "Morfydd, shall we–"

They nod then wince. They seem to have got the idea, as Joseph helps them into their chair. They wheel down the corridor, slowly, Lian holding on, and leave the chair outside whichever one of them's bedroom it is.

Once they're safely inside, Joseph turns to Aaron. "Come on."

He shakes his head. "I need to go on my shift soon. I'll be fine."

Joseph snatches the bag of dissolvable HAL-issued stimulants out of his pocket and transfers them to his own.

"Don't you dare. Phoenix will be better off for you getting some rest, and so will everyone else. I'll take your shift."

"But–"

"No. I'm taking your shift."

"At least let me have a bleep?"

"Not until you've had at least a few hours of uninterrupted sleep."

Joseph stares them down until they sigh. "You're not going to let this go, are you?"

"Nope."

Aaron nods, and holds out an arm to let Joseph help them down off the table. He pulls it around his shoulders as soon as they've slid off, stopping them from falling completely.

They're warm to hold. His own heart skips a beat. He has no idea which is the spare room, if any, so he just leads them into a random empty one. Aaron doesn't protest.

Once Aaron is sitting on the bed, they seem to come back to themself and say urgently, "They didn't think to come to me when they thought Kai would kick them out. They don't think any better of me. What if they think I've abandoned them because I let you take my shift?"

"It was specifically you Phoenix asked me to check up on. They won't think you abandoned them."

"Me?"

"You're the only one they've been able to see how bad you're getting."

"Oh."

Joseph pulls him into a hug. "Come on. Sleep. Phoenix will still be there when you wake up."

Aaron nods sleepily, and Joseph helps him under the duvet. He extracts his arm regretfully, and closes the door behind him with a little snick.

It turns out he could've stayed longer, because once he returns to the living room he finds Kai already passed out on the sofa.

Joseph smiles and shakes his head as he drapes a blanket over him. He could wake him, tell him about management probably coming round for their side of the story soon, but he doesn't. Kai won't go back to sleep, especially after finding out they visited Phoenix. He scoops up the mess instead, at least wanting to make the place presentable. The sugar paper – plans to make make Phoenix realise they're valued, apparently – he stacks and covers up, not wanting anyone outside of the team to see, and the caffeine remains he dumps in the kitchen, grinning at Phoenix's moulded Grogu mug on the counter.

And now it's time to return to HAL's medbay. No-one's waking anytime soon. He hopes Phoenix realises their team loves them soon, because it's so painfully obvious to everyone else that they do.

[whumpsday]

Spring has sprung! :)

April events starting this month:

🩹 Whumpril (@whumpril), prompts here, a 30-day whump event

🎂 WoW's Birthday Whump Event (@whumperofworlds), prompts here, a 15-day whump event

🌧️ Angstpril (@chaos-company), prompts here, a 30-day angst event

📦 BBU Community Days (@bbu-on-the-side), prompts here, a 15-day BBU/pet whump event (starts April 14!)

💥 Whump Wars (@folieadeuxserver), info here, a 10-day points-based Hannibal fandom whump event (starts April 20!)

May events starting next month:

🌼 Whumpay (@whumpay), prompts here, comes as either a 7-day, 10-day, 14-day, or 31-day whump event

🩺 Mediwhump May (@mediwhumpmay), prompts coming soon, a 31-day medical whump event

🌿 The Merry Whump of May (@themerrywhumpofmay), prompts coming soon, a 31-day whump event

Happy writing/arting!

[kingxlinkwrites]

Whumpmas in July #1: (Re)Introduce Yourself

(Re) Introduce yourself

i feel like i just did this lol, but hi! i'm link! i write a combination of fandom (usually ocxcanon) and oc whump, but I've been focusing more lately on my oc stuff, especially the things i work on with my friend & roommate nyx! (they get mentioned a lot but aren't an active tumblr user so i don't bother tagging them in non-creative-content posts, jsyk)

i don't have a masterlist yet, but I've posted a couple of pieces that might interest you if you haven't seen them before, with more on the way!

Ask Game: Tied to a Pole #1 (Kane Foster)

Never Saw It Coming (WoW Birthday Whump Event Day 1: Kidnapping, Bound & Gagged, "I have your loved one")

my favorite whump things to write are kidnapping/captures & the following rescue (or lack thereof), humiliation, begging, used as bait scenarios, caretaker comforts, human or nonhuman whumpees and whumpers, pet whump, dub-to-noncon, and institutionalized slavery...but honestly that's just what i can remember offhand - I'll write almost anything and I'll read about the same! (i also draw, though I don't often draw whump...though that's slowly changing lol)

i have a bunch of stories in progress and a mountain of OCs (over 200, most of which have stories even if they don't have visual designs) and I will jump from muse to muse as i see fit XD but always hmu if you wanna see something of a particular character (like sequels to previous pieces or new prompts, whatever!).

i refer to my main story as "the multiverse" and it is the thing I work on with nyx. most every idea i have is passed by them first before i work it into a fic bc most of them have to do with nyx's characters or the worlds they've built. ^^ there are also a ton of AUs for it which will randomly show up in fics when I get the vibe. i also roleplay on discord, though i don't have any current whump partners 🤔

i also LOVE getting asks, whether they be writing/art prompts or questions

i haven't been in the community very long, but i've been writing whumpy stuff since i was a kid - so here's hoping i hit my stride here and nestle in with all y'all whumpy weirdos /affectionate

[3-2-whump]

3-2-Masterlist

Created: 2/3/24

Updated: 12/28/24

Whump Quotes

Quote 1 Art

Quote 2

Quote 3

Quote 4

Quote 5

Whump One Shots (Generic Names)

Tear-Filled Noncon (Mutual!)

Valentine's Day Shopping

Tear-Filled Noncon (Mutual!) Art

The Informant

The Informant, Second Half

Rescue: The Informant, Part Three

Post-Recovery Arc Fluff

Language Barrier Idea

Hidden Injuries/Keeping Secrets/‘Drop the Act’

Eternal Masterlist -Story Complete

North Star Masterlist: An Eternal Sequel

Other Projects/Ideas to be Developed

New(Old?) Whump Story Idea

Rinnico Kaa Design

Mermay and MerWhump

Events

WoW Birthday Whump Event:

Days 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15

OC Week 2024: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 p1, 5 p2, 6, 7

Azerty’s Mini Comfortember: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Beta Reader Holiday Gift Fics: for Glitter, for Generic

Miscellania

Whump Intro

Whump Author Portrait

Whumpy Bingo Sheet

About the Author, or Adoption Trauma and Whump