#wow's birthday whump event!

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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

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Introductory/Masterpost

(pfp from adobe stock)

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✨.

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)

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

[whumped-by-glitter]

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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[writingphoenix]

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's Birthday Whump Event!

Hi everyone! WoW here, and after some thought, I decided to do this! Unfortunately, no fancy picture or anything so this will have to do!

Also, instead of the entire month, I'll do 15 days instead! Thinking up different prompts for all 30 days is kinda hard, so this will have to do LOL

The event starts this year, 2024, on April 1st and ends on April 15th! So get your stuff ready till then!

And since it's my first time doing something like this, feel free to critique and suggest anything :D

PROMPTS, ALT PROMPTS, AND RULES UNDER THE CUT!

PROMPTS

Day 1

Kidnapping / Bound and gagged / "I have your loved one."

Day 2

Starvation / Thirst / "Please..."

Day 3

Crying / Parting Words Regret / "Why...?"

Day 4

Electrocution / Waterboarded / "Anything but that!"

Day 5

Scream / Captivity / "NO!"

Day 6

Nonhuman whumpee / Reluctant Whumper / "Run!"

Day 7

Bloodied knuckles / Wounded / "Is that blood?!"

Day 8

Stranded / Team whump / "Is anyone there?!"

Day 9

Aftermath of rescue / Sickness / "You're burning up."

Day 10

Hypothermia / Heat flashes / "Bind them."

Day 11

Used as bait / Held for ransom / "It's a trap!"

Day 12

Magic exhaustion / Collapsed / "So tired..."

Day 13

Natural disaster / Shock collar / "Shut up!"

Day 14

Guilt / Chased / "I bought you time, use it!"

Day 15

Hidden injury / Outnumbered / "I'm sorry."

ALTERNATE PROMPTS

Abandoned whumpee

Bridal carry

Claustrophobia

Forced to hurt another

Poison

Amnesia

Mouth stitched shut

Humiliation

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!) Just as long as they're related to the current prompt!

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. HAVE FUN!

[erdarielthewhumper]

WOW Birthday Whump Event Day 7 | Wounded | Is That Blood?

No I'm not properly participating in the event as a whole, I'm bad at participating in events like this unfortunately (I mean, even this is with the yesterday's prompt, oops), but I got a random burst of inspiration so. Here's a little bit of nonsense with my scifi boys, I guess

The jolt as the ship took to air threw Elias against a wall. He pushed himself back to his feet and staggered to the engine room. He knew Anthony intended to push the speed to a range that was frankly inadvisable within a planetary system for any ship, let alone one as old as the Starlady. That required a good eye on the engines, and a good hand to keep them together and functioning, too.

If it had been anyone else’s hand on the controls, Elias would have called pulling that stunt pure madness, but Anthony was damn near the best pilot he had ever seen, and knew the Lady like the back of his hand. She had been his partner much longer than Elias had. So if anyone could coax this sort of speed out of her and still keep her from crashing into anything or going wildly off-course or exploding or falling apart from the strain, it was Anthony.

The ship shook again as it cleared the atmosphere and the artificial gravity switched on. Elias shook himself out of his thoughts and got to work.

Really, there wasn’t that much to do. Just check the meters to see that nothing was going wrong yet, turn off a few of the usual safeguards, and then just keep his eyes and ears open for trouble.

Soon enough, Elias slumped to the floor and dragged himself to a little nook between a few of the pipes that wouldn’t get burning hot from the engines working. He sat there for a while, just breathing, calming himself down. That had been a close call, but they’d gotten away, and few where the people with the skill and courage to pursue the Starlady, and fewer still the ones that might stand a chance of catching her, rather than merely tracking her.

As the adrenaline ran out, the pain in his side grew nearly unbearable. Right, one of the fuckers had come at him with a knife, hadn’t they? He glanced down to see a long slash on the side of his jacket, and a dark, damp patch of blood.

He pulled himself to his feet again and headed for the first-aid pack, on the shelf beside his toolbox and a box of random screws and another of small spare parts and one more of just random scraps he liked to fiddle with, sometimes. He kept the pack there mostly because he had a habit of accidentally burning his arms or hands on some of the hot pipes, but it should have enough bandages for this.

Elias just about managed to make it to the shelf, though his legs shook worse and worse with every step. He pulled down the first-aid pack and half-sat, half-collapsed on the floor beneath the shelf. There was a long gash on his left side; he couldn’t tell how deep it was, but it was bleeding a lot.

He tried wiping the blood off with a scrap of cloth, which did just enough that he could see what he was doing. He fished a roll of bandages from the first-aid pack and wrapped them around himself as best he could.

How long had it been? He wasn’t sure. Long enough that he should check the meters, probably.

He dragged himself up and staggered over to the engines. Everything looked alright still. That was good. He could rest a little, then.

His legs failed before he got back to his little nook between the pipes, but he managed to crawl over to it anyhow. He curled up there, letting the thrum of the engines lull him halfway to sleep.

The sound of the door to the engine room opening startled Elias awake. He shook his head and blinked. Anthony stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the brighter light of the corridor beyond.

“–shaken them off now”, he was saying. “There should be enough interference that they can’t track us through this space, either. I’ve put a course in for— Elias?” There was sudden worry in his voice. “Elias, is that blood?”

Elias sat silent for a moment, staring as Anthony strode towards him.

“Oh, yeah, sorry”, he managed to mutter at last. “I’ll clean it later.”

“Nevermind that now. Are you hurt?”

“It’s fine, I’ve got it handled.”

Anthony knelt in front of him. He pulled Elias’ jacket and shirt carefully away. Elias heard him hiss sharply at what he saw, and glanced down himself. The large patch of blood showed starkly against the white of the bandages.

“Elias.” Anthony’s voice was very soft now, but his face was tight with worry. “Will you let me take a proper look at this?”

Elias wasn’t sure he wanted to. He’d always looked after himself, he could deal with this, he didn’t like having people fussing over him… But oddly enough, he didn’t really want Anthony to go away either. There was something reassuring about his presence. And if Elias told him no he’d go away.

Slowly, Elias nodded.

Anthony slipped one arm under his knees and curled the other around his back and pulled him close to himself. Something about that movement sent a blinding wave of pain through Elias’ body. Before he could even cry out, it pulled him down into black oblivion.

Elias came slowly to his senses. The sound of the engines was now a more muted hum. He was lying in a half-sitting position, something soft wrapped around himself…

“Starting to wake up?” That was Anthony’s voice, at his left.

Elias opened his eyes and turned his head towards the voice. Anthony was sitting just an arm’s reach away from him, in his chair in the Lady’s cockpit. Elias realized he was in his own chair, just with the back lowered as far as it would go. And there was a blanket wrapped around him.

“I cleaned your wound and stitched it up”, Anthony said before Elias could ask.

“Oh. Thank you.”

Anthony sighed and shook his head. “Next time, just tell me, right? I won’t mind patching you up. Much rather do that than bury you, anyway.”

“I’ll consider it”, Elias said. That was as much as he could promise. “Where..?”

“We’re on our way to somewhere safe I know. We can lie low there for a while, and once you’ve healed a bit, we can pick up some stuff there that we can ship over to Sharo and Presnoi in Eleventh Sector. That sound good?”

Elias nodded. He turned his gaze to the endless night beyond the cockpit window, saying nothing, but he reached his hand out towards Anthony, and felt Anthony’s warm, steady hand close around it.

[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: 11/17/24

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

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

Miscellania

Whump Intro

Whump Author Portrait

Whumpy Bingo Sheet

About the Author, or Adoption Trauma and Whump

[whumpty-dumpty-doo]

“We Are TroubleD” Masterpost

Welcome to the "We Are TroubleD" masterpost! Here you will find a list of things related to my OC whump fic "We Are TroubleD"! If any links aren’t working, please let me know!

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Story Overview:

Two college boys have their peaceful lives ripped apart when a ransom-seeking stranger abducts Darius, the son of wealthy parents. The kidnapper gets more than he bargained for when Tristan, Darius’ roommate is home during the invasion. In captivity the friends must lean on each other to survive their harrowing situation and find a way out of their shared hell.

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Rating:

18+ - contains mature themes

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Series content warnings, Chapters, FAQ and more below the cut!

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Content warnings:

Please note that each chapter/entry will have its own individual content warnings listed at the top of its page. Not all of these elements will appear in every chapter (especially the more intense and mature things, those will come much later in the story and will have clear warnings, so you should be safe for a while if you want to avoid that stuff!)

Overall warnings for this story’s content include (but aren’t limited to):

abuse (physical, emotional, and mental), blood, bondage, cages, captivity, crying, distress, drugging, dub-con, emotional whump, fear, forced participation (in sexual and non-sexual acts), gaslighting, hunger/starvation, hurtful language, injuries, insults, kidnapping, manhandling, non-con (both sexual and non-sexual), pet whump, physical violence, shocking, sickness, stress positions, swearing, things that are neither safe nor sane, thirst, threats, restraints

This list will be updated as things come up or need to be removed.  

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Character Profiles:

Coming Soon!

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Canon story:

Coming soon!

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Misc. entries and one-shots (some might be worked into the canon story later):

Listed in chronological order, even if they were posted out of order due to an event/whump prompt.

Saturdays Are For Soup - (Pre-Capture) - Tristan pushes himself too hard and needs a hand from Darius. - Day 9 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

The Capture (Darius' POV) – Darius comes home to an unwelcome surprise after a night out on the town – Day 1 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

Come To and Find You - Darius wakes up feeling miserable, and quickly finds himself in a terrifying situation. He isn't alone, though... - Day 11 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

It's Never Enough – Darius and Tristan are in need of sustenance, but their captor likes to play sick games – Day 2 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

Painted Into A Corner - Tristan takes a bold stand against their captor and lands both himself and Darius in a heap of trouble. - Day 3 of Whumpmas in July

Below the Belt - Darius tries not to scream as he faces the painful, stinging consequences of his actions - Day 9 of Whumpmas in July

Cut Me Loose – A crazy stroke of luck allows the boys a chance to escape if only they can cut through their bonds. – Day 3 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

A Shocking Offence – Tristan must find help if he hopes to save both Darius and himself. – Day 4 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

Feeling Bushed – With their captor so close, Tristan must be very careful to avoid being spotted. – Day 5 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

Feeling Bushed - Trailing Behind - You never know who's watching...

A Breathtaking View - Darius is desperate to buy Tristan more time to find help - Day 14 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak no Evil - The captor returns from searching for the escaped Tristan, and Darius is left wondering just what happened to his friend. - Day 8 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

White Out - Darius slowly loses himself mentally, physically, and emotionally. - Day 6 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

Reunited and Ignited - Things heat up when Darius and Tristan's reunion does not go how they hoped it would. - Day 15 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

Burning For You - Darius has Tristan's back, but who's got his? - Day 13 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

Dinner and Unmoving - Tristan is plagued by a food coma while their captor follows his own agenda. - Day 27 of Whumpmas in July

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Alternate Universes (AUs):

Royal AU - "The Relationship That Binds Us" - When Prince Darius is presented with an assistant, the last thing he expects is to fall in love. While earning the servant boy's trust, he fails to see what trouble is brewing right within the castle walls... - Day 10 of WoW's Birthday Whump Event!

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Fun and games:

Ask box trick-or-treating 2024! - Darius and Tristan answered the door on Halloween night for anyone who wanted to visit! Did the guests get tasty treats, or spooky surprises? (Not whumpy, just lighthearted fun!)

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Art:

Coming soon!

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FAQ:

Weren't Tristan and Darius called “T” and “D” before? Yes, for a long time several entries had the boy's names as their stand-in names, which were "T" and "D". I wanted to get the entries that I wrote for WoW's Birthday Whump Event! posted in time for the month that the event was happening, so Tristan and Darius were still nameless when I initially started posting pieces of the story. That is also why you might see comments below entries, my own personal tags, and several other things on this blog referring to the characters as "T" and "D". Their names weren't properly bestowed them until 7/17/2024, even though they had been around on this blog since 4/1/2024.

Does their captor have a name? Yes, but I'm not sure what it is yet. Like Tristan and Darius, I didn't have one in mind when I started writing and posting the event entries. He might get one later, but for now he's just "their captor" or "the man".

How old are the characters in your main story? Darius and Tristan are college age, though Iʻm not sure what specific ages yet. Theyʻre both beyond legal drinking age, and Darius is slightly older than Tristan. Thatʻs all I know for now, as Iʻm still writing the main canon story.  Tentatively I have set Tristan's age at 22, but that is subject to change. They might be older or younger in side fics/AUs. If so, Iʻll state it in the post of the story entry itself.

Why is the “D” capitalized in “We Are TroubleD”? Because the character's initials make up the title of the story! The "T" comes from "Tristan" and the "D" comes from "Darius", therefore, "T"rouble"D"! The "We" is Tristan and Darius, and they are in trouble because they are whump characters.

How often will you update the canon story? Hopefully frequently once I get it off the ground, but you can never really predict that. Iʻm going to try to have as much as I can done of the whole story before I start posting in earnest, so hopefully once it starts going you wonʻt have to wait long!

Can I draw/write about your characters? Sure! Though it might be a bit challenging without references or profiles for them yet. Fingers crossed Iʻll have those made for the future! The one thing I ask is that if you create anything with my characters, please link back to me and donʻt claim them as your own. Thanks!

[whumped-by-glitter]

Challenges/Events:

WOW's Birthday Whump:

A series about a team having a really awful month. Will the bad luck ever end? Stay tuned to find out!

Day 1: Bound/Gagged/"I have your loved one...."

Day 2: Day 2: Starvation / Thirst / “Please…”

WOW's Birthday Event Day 3: Crying / Parting Words Regret / “Why…

Day 4: Electrocution / Waterboarded / "Anything but that!"

Day 5: Scream / Captivity / “NO!” Bonus Alt Prompt: Mouth Stitched shut

Day 6: Nonhuman whumpee / Reluctant Whumper / "Run!" Bonus Alt Prompt: Forced to Hurt

Day 7: Bloodied knuckles / Wounded / “Is that blood?!”