Gale's Gallery

A whump blog! Please proceed with CAUTION: This blog deals with heavy, triggering themes of violence, cruelty, pain and suffering of many kinds! INCLUDING but not limited to: NSFW (not safe for work)/ 18+ content and explicit, graphic depictions and descriptions of the above mentioned themes. TAGS: I attempt to tag all major common triggers but please feel free to request additional tags and Stay Safe!

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What: AMonthOfWhump's March Trope-a-Thon is a week-long whump event for all! Choose a prompt from our list for each day, or give us your own spin on the theme.

Where: Share your creations here on Tumblr. @ us to get your entry reblogged here!

When: March 15-22

Who: All are welcome! Writing, art, gifs, playlists, edits, cosplay, anything you want to create.

Tagging example: #amow tropeathon2024, #day1, #duel, #your tags here

Text of the prompts under the cut.

1. Fantasy Setting

- Locked in a Tower

- Victim of a Curse

- Duel

2. Gore

- Impalement

- Bleeding Out

- Nonconsensual Body Modification

3. Environmental

- A Long Cold Night

- Miles To Go

- Flash Flood

4. Nonhuman Whumpee

- Mundane Object is Poison To Me

- "Monster! Monster!"

- Caged

5. Spy/Military

- Interrogation

- Cover Identity

- Battle

6. Captivity

- Kidnapping

- Escape Attempt

- Hunger

7. Team Whump

- "Alright, let's get a headcount"

- Filling in for Another Team Member

- Mutual First Aid

8. Violence!

- No Holds Barred Beatdown

- zoutmatched

- Blackout Rage

Alt Prompts:

Abandoned

Doorstep Collapse

"It's not that deep"

Pursuit

"Take me instead"

[actress4him]

Whumptober 2022

NO. 25 - SILENCE IS GOLDEN

Lost Voice | Duct Tape | “You better start talking”

This piece is about an oc of mine who was created through rp and is now one of my favs. It’s her Tumblr debut!

Contains: lady whump, selective mutism, conditioned whumpee, interrogation, restraints, human weapon, referenced muzzle, referenced corporal punishment

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Nothing her handlers have taught her has prepared Siren for this situation. She’s been on several missions as an official weapon now, and other than the very first mission where she’d panicked over all the lights and noise and color  in the outside world - overstimulation, her handler had called it, though she’s still not sure exactly what that means - they’ve gone smoothly. 

Until this mission, today. She’d neutralized her target - another Enhanced - as directed, and the guards had grabbed them and loaded them into the back of the van to take back to the facility. But while they were busy with the target, another van had arrived. For a moment, there was so much noise, shouting and loud cracks of guns, that she nearly panicked again. 

Then she was being grabbed and thrown into the back of the second van. Before she could comprehend what was going on to decide whether she was supposed to fight back, multiple people had piled on top of her, cuffing her hands tightly behind her and her ankles together.

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Aaaaaaaah! I want to give her nice things and hug her and tell her she's the best! TT_TT

[actress4him]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 8 - Siren

Consider this piece a sneak peek of what I hope is to come in the future of one of my series. If you pay close attention, you should be able to figure out which series!

If you haven't met Siren before (I've only ever written one other piece for her on tumblr), she started out as a rp character and now has a special cinnamon roll place in my heart. I’ve written a bit of intro for her at the link below that tells some of her backstory if you’re interested. She has a very simplistic view of a very narrow corner of the world, which I tried to convey in the way I wrote this.

Siren's Introduction

No. 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.” | Outnumbered

Contains: lady whump, dude whump, conditioned whumpee, muzzle, superpowers, dehumanization (not pet whump), living weapon, stabbing, implied corporal punishment, sensory overload

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They’re giving her another chance. Siren’s first mission was…a disaster, she thinks is a good word for it. That’s a word her trainers use sometimes when she does really, really, bad, and that’s what happened on her first mission. Going outside for the first time was nothing like she expected it to be. Everything was too bright, too colorful, too loud, too warm, and there were smells and there was air moving against her face and…she got out of the van and froze. She knew what she was supposed to be doing, but she couldn’t make her heart slow down and her breathing go back to normal. All she could do was stand there squeezing her eyes shut and covering her ears with her hands, even though she knew how bad she was being.

After her correction, the trainers had started sending her outside for training. She had to get used to what it was like out there so she could be the good weapon she was supposed to be. And it’s been working! The moving air doesn’t distract her anymore, her eyes have gotten more used to the bright sun, and her ears aren’t so hurt by the loud noises that they play for her. She’s still amazed by how blue the sky is up above her, but she knows she can’t stand and look at it no matter how pretty it is. That gets her corrected.

So now they’re giving her a second chance, and just in case her training isn’t enough, they’re giving her some special tools, too. She gets small soft pieces to go in her ears that make everyone sound much quieter than usual, and the mask that she wears over her eyes for missions has what they call ‘lenses’ now that make everything darker. 

She’s very nervous to try this again, but she has to do it right this time. Her handlers are expecting her to be a good weapon, and she knows she can be. She wants to be, so badly. 

The van is just as strange the second time around. She’s put into the back with one handler and they’re left shut in the darkness. It rumbles and bumps underneath them for a while as the handler goes over her mission again, then the doors open and they’re suddenly in a different place than before. 

And past those doors…is the outside. The real outside, not just the training yard. The bright, colorful, loud place with all the people and vans and tall, tall buildings. 

She can do this, though. She’ll be a good weapon, she’ll complete her mission and make her handlers proud of her. Maybe she’ll do good enough that they’ll even say, “Well done.” She loves it when they say that. 

The handler in the van removes her muzzle and points her in the right direction. She immediately walks forward, past the dark walls and the big metal boxes that smell funny into the open, bright area where all the vans are going by. That’s where she’s supposed to be. There’s still so much to look at and take in, but with her new tools it doesn’t make her want to shut her eyes and curl up small. And she’s not allowed to just stand here and look at it, as much as she’d like that, so she starts thinking about the next step of her mission.

She’s supposed to use her power on the people walking by. They’re not going to fight her, she doesn’t think, which is strange because that’s when she usually uses her power. But it doesn’t have to make sense to her. She only has to obey.

Siren looks around to make sure there are people nearby, then opens her mouth and screams.

Immediately, people are running and shouting and grabbing their heads. She doesn’t know what her power feels like. She’s never felt it herself. But she knows it hurts people, and that gives her a feeling in her stomach that she doesn’t like at all. She never wanted to hurt people. There was a reason that she was locked up and muzzled, and it was because her power was so horrible. She was a monster.

But her new handlers told her that she could be a weapon, instead. She still didn’t want to hurt people, but she got more used to it the more they trained her. And it doesn’t matter what she wants, anyway. Weapons aren’t allowed to want. She’s just happy that she’s not a monster anymore, even if she does have to hurt people.

So she screams again, ignoring the feeling in her stomach and trying not to watch the man who’s collapsing nearby and the woman who’s crying. This is the first part of her mission, and she’ll keep doing it until the second part happens.

It doesn’t take too long, which is good because her throat gets tired after too many screams and most of the people have run away, anyway. She can tell when her real targets arrive because they’re the only ones running toward her. There are two of them, both wearing masks like her. She’s fought two people at once before, this is okay. She can do this.

The boy immediately goes to the man who’s still lying on the ground, checking on him and calling a couple of others to help him get away. The one wearing a hood faces Siren, arms crossed.

“So. New girl in town, huh? Any particular reason you’re out here causing trouble?”

She almost answers her. All questions must be answered truthfully and immediately. It’s been ingrained into her, so much that not answering right away is making her dig her fingernails into her palms, entire body tense. But she knows that that only applies to handlers and trainers. She’s not supposed to speak to her targets at all. 

Instead, she screams again.

The girl doubles over, hands on her ears. “Ah, crap!” Straightening, she sticks one finger in her ear and jiggles it around. “That smarts.”

“Yeah, if you could not do that again, that would be great,” the boy groans from the side. “Note to self: store earplugs somewhere in this outfit.”

They’re…strange. But she’s not here to try and figure them out, she’s here to fight. Siren screams once more, and this time she darts forward when the girl reacts and starts kicking and punching. The first couple of swings land before she starts blocking. Siren quickly learns that the girl’s really good at fighting. As good as her trainers. But that’s alright, she’s used to fighting her trainers, and she still has her power she can use. She doesn’t scream again, wanting to save her voice for when she really needs it, but gives little vocal noises with each punch or block. She can see the way it affects her immediately when she winces and almost misses blocking her.

“Would you stop that?” The girl is late again and takes a punch to the shoulder. “Of course you won’t, you’re a villain. Gotta make our lives difficult.”

Villain? She doesn’t know that word. She’s a weapon, not whatever a villain is.

With another grunt, she manages to punch the girl target across the face, sending her stumbling backwards a couple of steps. Before she can follow through, though, the boy target suddenly appears in front of her. One second he’s not there, the next he is, and Siren nearly falls over as her momentum is interrupted. How did he do that? She’s never seen anyone do that before, not even her trainers!

It doesn’t matter, though, she can’t get distracted. He’s not nearly as good of a fighter as the girl, which means he isn’t as good as Siren, either. She can take him down fairly easily, even without her voice, except that the girl is still around. She’s not joining back in, like she expected her to, which would make her job much harder but still not impossible. Instead, glances over in her direction in between strikes seem to show her…pulling something out of a bag? Maybe it’s a weapon. She can’t tell yet. She really, really hopes it’s not a gun. She hates guns.

The boy is practically running away from her, doing what fighting he can but mostly trying not to get hit. Every once in a while, he disappears and reappears a few feet away, making her change directions. 

When she raises her hand for another punch, a sharp pain slices across her knuckles. She still swings, but glances at the hand after. A small stream of blood is running down her fingers. Where did that come from?

Another pain like it pierces her shoulder. Stopping her march after the boy for the moment, she looks for the source and finds a small, pointed piece of metal sticking out of her shirt. She pulls it out, staring at the blood on the tip, then looks up at the girl. She’s throwing things at her. No…not throwing. As Siren watches, another metal piece lifts from her hand as if on its own, then comes flying through the air straight for her. She jumps to the side, and the piece swerves after her, just nicking her other arm as it passes. 

Her trainers never told her people could do things like that. Like both of these targets are doing. Maybe…do they have powers? Like her? Are they weapons? They’re allowed to talk, though, and ask questions. But maybe that’s just because their powers aren’t their voice, even though she isn’t allowed to ask questions with signs, either. 

She’s gotten distracted again. She’ll get corrected if she doesn’t stay focused.

She turns her attention back to the boy, doing her best to ignore the girl and her metal pieces. A few more hit her, but she knows better than to react to pain. Besides, this pain isn’t that bad. It’s nothing like what she’s used to.

Just as she thinks she’s going to win this fight, though, there’s suddenly two boys standing in front of her. Two of the same boy, that look exactly alike. There are so many questions running through Siren’s mind, but that’s nothing unusual for her. This is fine. She can still do this. The two boys are better at fending her off than just one, but neither of them seem very eager to actually attack her. 

Until the girl joins back in. First she kicks from behind, and when Siren spins around to defend herself the two boys start actually getting in some hits. It’s fine, though, it’s fine. She’s fought three people before. She’s never beaten three people before, but those were three that were actually all good at fighting. There are a growing number of spots on her body that will probably turn into bruises, and a couple of those metal pieces are still stuck in her skin, but she’s okay.

And now there are three boys. The more of them there are, the more confident they get in hitting her. She’s now blocking instead of hitting. Throwing in some more grunts and cries helps back them off a little, but not enough. Her focus is pulled in too many directions, and the next thing she knows, her feet are knocked out from under her and she hits the ground hard. One of the metal pieces, poking out of her leg, gets shoved further in with the impact. She throws her head back with a gasp.

This can’t happen. She can’t lose this fight, fail this mission. Siren does what she should have a few minutes ago and screams, long and loud, not even watching how the targets respond in her rush to get back on her feet. 

“Phantom, you good?”

“...yeah.” The boy - there’s only one of him now - sounds like he’s in pain. “Wasn’t fun hearing that with three sets of ears.”

The girl is watching Siren carefully, more metal pieces floating above her hand, but glancing over at the boy from time to time. “You need a retreat?”

“N-no.” He shakes his head, trying to straighten up from his hunched position. “No, I’m fine.”

She almost has him beaten, she can feel it. She screams one more time, and he falls to his knees, clutching his head and crying out. The girl stumbles toward him, her metal pieces scattering to the ground. 

“Phantom! Okay, that’s it. I’m getting you out of here.” She looks over at Siren and makes a swiping motion through the air with her hand. The metal comes to life from the ground, five or six pieces shooting toward Siren all at once. She dives out of the way, rolling across the ground and jarring the piece inside of her again.

By the time she’s back on her feet, the targets are running away, the girl’s arm around the boy.

She did it. She won!

She’s so happy that she just stands there a moment, breathing hard, staring after the two as they disappear around a corner. Then she remembers her handlers, waiting nearby, and turns to limp back into the darker, narrower area with the big metal boxes and the van. Her muzzle is put on and she’s loaded into the back without anyone saying anything to her.

“Did we get enough data from that?”

“Yeah, we got some stuff to work with. Also looks like we need to talk to its trainers about it fighting multiple assailants. And maybe they can somehow simulate superpowers, or get someone in there with superpowers to help?”

“Maybe. I’ll tell ‘em when we get back.”

The handler climbs in the back with her, and the doors are shut. The van begins its rumbling. 

No one tells her, “Well done.” But they don’t say anything about correcting her, either, so Siren is content. 

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AAAAAAAHHHH SIREN AAAAAAH! I have so many feelings!!

[actress4him]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 24 - Siren

This is a short piece about Siren's early days, before she changed hands and started being trained as a weapon. For this month's other Siren fic, click here, or read her backstory and get a link to her one other fic here.

This is another one where I used a different line from the prompt song.

No. 24: “If only I could dream in a little less color.”

Contains: lady whump, long term captivity, amnesia, conditioned whumpee, referenced hitting, dehumanization (not pet whump), implied restraints

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Siren’s life is simple. There’s one room, the only room she’s ever been in. There’s a routine for each day that never changes. The same people come and go, bringing the same food and making the same disgusted faces. The only thing that changes is that sometimes they hit her, sometimes they don’t. It’s been this way for as long as she can remember.

White walls. Grey floors. Black hair. Brown skin. Grey clothes. Silver chains. Black uniforms. White gloves. 

Sometimes, she gets a glimpse of blonde and brown hair, blue and green eyes. But she isn’t supposed to stare. She has to keep her head down, like a good, obedient monster who doesn’t want to hurt anyone. If they think she might hurt them, that’s usually when they hit her.

Everything is different inside her head, though. When she sleeps, she sees things that she can’t name, can’t comprehend. Objects and places and people that she’s never seen before fill her mind.

Something big and bright yellow moving by, full of children wearing every color of clothing imaginable. A pink bag that she wears on her back. Purple rings around her wrists, not holding her in place but jingling happily as she walks. Colorful pictures, made by children, hanging all over the walls. An orange stick in her hand that she smears across a white background. A brilliant blue sky and a hot yellow sun. Pink and red plants that she picks and holds tightly in her fist. 

None of these colors exist in her life. But they follow her when she’s awake, dancing through her mind. They feel so real when she sleeps. She can imagine herself being there, walking through those scenes, soaking it all in.

Sometimes, thinking about those places and colors are what get her through each day. Other times, she wishes she could just turn them off and never see them again. Going there in her sleep is like escaping this room, like being free.

But she’s a monster, and monsters can’t be free. She belongs right here, with the white walls and grey floors and silver chains. That’s where she’s always been, and where she’ll always be.

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I LOVE HER 👀

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Drabble #1

inspo masterlist

trigger warnings: talk of punishment (lashing), dehumanisation, power dynamics

Len hadn’t been doing anything. He hadn't been in the middle of chores, nor any of the recreational activities that he’d been so graciously allowed. He had been walking from one room to the other, namely his bedroom to the kitchen, when he’d heard the click.

He’d grown to flinch and tense up at the sound of the tally counter, knowing his punishments were adding up, and when the weekend finally came, it’d all rain down on him at once. One click equaled two lashes, and Kalysta never failed to mention how merciful an exchange rate that was. They could’ve done three, four, five lashes even for a single click. Len thought they could’ve done one lash for one click - hell, this was a crazy concept, but maybe no lashes at all?

He froze in the middle of the hall, mid-movement, waiting for another click. There were none. He slowly, cautiously turned his head to find the source of the sound, conscious of every little movement he was making, so he could cease if he heard the tally counter go off again. Once again, no clicks.

Kalysta was standing in the doorway, looking at him expectantly. He stared back, confused. Neither of them moved, until finally, Kalysta sighed and made the little machine click again. Len’s eyes widened in panic. He was doing something, and he had no idea what, but if he didn’t stop immediately, the clicks would just keep on coming.

He frantically looked over his clothes, looking for dirt or a tear, he checked that he was wearing the appropriate indoor slippers, the floor wasn’t wet, - of course it wasn’t, it wasn’t like Kalysta ever did their own chores, - there was nothing. Another click came from behind his back, and he let out a choked sob, turning back to Kalysta and dropping to his knees.

“I don’t know what it is. I don’t know. Please, please help me correct it. I’m trying to be good.” His voice was shaky at best, wavering with the knowledge that his monologue might just cause another click. Kalysta sighed again, lowering the device.

“Why, I can’t just spoon-feed you everything. But I am willing to stop at three clicks. You can think about it later, while you’re doing the laundry.” They motioned for him to get up, pointing towards the bathroom with the laundry basket. “Run along now.”

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Silas and Wren #10

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Warnings: Off-screen child abuse, implied past non-con, slavery

“Mama?” 

Willow bit her lip, scrubbing away the stain on Master’s shirt. “Yeah, baby?”

“When will I get my mark?”

“Mark?” She could barely stand to look at him anymore.

“Like your’s.” he tapped her left hand. “Ev’ry one else got one.” She swallowed hard, and wiped the sweat off her forehead. He was getting so big now.

“You’ll grow into it. All slaves do.”

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She heard the screaming from across the courtyard. The urge to run and snatch her baby boy away from the branders was almost too much to bear. But she grit her teeth and dug her nails into her palms. 

Wren was seven, now. The brand had to be fully healed before he could be sold.

They carried him to her shortly, his little body trembling with sobs. They shoved him into her arms, and left.

“You lied to me,” he wept. He burrowed into her chest.

“I’m sorry,” she said, helpless. “I didn’t want to scare you.” 

Wren was her third child. It never got easier. He tugged on the gauze around his hand.

“Don’t scratch.”

“Why do they hurt us? It’s not fair.”

“Oh baby,” she sighed. “Fairness is for the Masters. We’re different. That’s just how it is.”

“Why?” Willow rocked back and forth.

“Slaves are just made to serve, baby. We’re meant for different things in life. Like how a dog can never be a wolf. They might look the same, but they’re not. Okay?”

“‘Kay,” he sniffed.

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“Willow, Master wants you in his office.”

She hurried upstairs, dread pooling in her gut. Secretly she wished Wren had gotten an infection, just to have him a little longer.

“Sit down.”

She sat in the chair across from Master.

“The boy is healed, correct?” She wanted to yell at him. Wren was his child too; it wasn’t right he didn’t bother to learn his name.

“Yes, Master.”

“Good. He’ll be sold next week. I suggest you say your goodbyes.” Next week?

“He’s only eight, Master. Can’t he stay another year or two?”

Master frowned at her. “Out of the question.”

Tears formed at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to wipe them away. He should see the mess he made. His own son, sold away at eight. It was abnormal, children weren’t sold so young.

Master wanted him gone because Wren was his and everyone knew it.

“Don’t get hysterical, Willow. I’ll tell you what,” he sighed, “Pick the position for him to be sold under. Will that make you feel better?”

It was a one-time offer, a generous deal she couldn’t pass up.

“Kitchen work.”

“Very well. You’re dismissed.”

It was an easy decision. There would be plenty of opportunities to steal scraps and pick at leftovers, and the work would help him grow strong without breaking his back.

One last thing she could do for her child.

She just hoped Wren would stay in the kitchens.

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“Mom?”

“Yeah, baby?” They stood at the front of the house, waiting for the wagon.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“Am I going to see you again?”

It was too much. Willow got down on her knees, pulling Wren into a tight hug.

“No. I’m so sorry.”

“Oh.” He began to cry, and her heart broke. She was so stupid. She thought Master would let him be, that maybe Wren would be different to him.

“Just be good, okay? Look at me.” She wiped away his tears, and he looked at her with his big brown eyes. “Promise me you won’t cause trouble. Just do your duty and everything will be okay. Promise me.”

“I promise.”

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[airlocksandaviariesarchive]

2 genres of fanfiction:

1) put that guy into situations

2) take that guy OUT of situations for the love of GOD let them REST 

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#you put the sad guy in #you take the sad guy out #you put the sad guy in and you shake him all about

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@canisalbus

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AND YOU SHAKE HIM ALL ABOUT 🤣

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Whumpy Works by the Whumplovers Collaborate server

In our recent Multimedia Exchange, about 60 participants made over 140 creations of writing and art and posted them to this collection

We had some very generous participants (:

And 140! Wow 👀 That’s a lot of Whumpy content ✨

In appreciation for their hard work, let’s give their creations some love, shall we?

The following lists link to every work that was posted to the collection, providing the fandom, medium, title, and summary for each one:

Original Work List

Fandom List 1

(Fandoms: Batman — All Media Types, Arrow (TV 2012), Star Wars — All Media Types, Stranger Things (TV 2016), The Umbrella Academy (TV), Good Omens (TV), White Collar (TV 2009), Percy Jackson & Related Fandoms — All Media Types, Teen Wolf, The Professionals (TV 1977), MCU)

Fandom List 2

(Fandoms: Fullmetal Alchemist, Genshin Impact, My Hero Academia, Voltron: Legendary Defender, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Fire Emblem: Three Houses, Call of Duty, Banana Fish, Doki Doki Literature Club!, [Módào Zǔshī, The Untamed], Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom, Gravity Falls, Tiger & Bunny, JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure, Tokyo Ghoul, SCP Foundation, Sonic The Hedgehog, Black Butler, Undertale Gears of War, Night Head Genesis)

Fandom List 3

(Fandoms: The Witcher, Doctor Who, Hannibal, Stargate Atlantis, Supernatural, The Magnus Archives, The Last of Us, Bangtan Boys, 9-1-1, Merlin, Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron)

[thinkingofausername]

@redwingedwhump *in a grave voice* It's time.

Get comfy cause the commentary continues and I've got time on my hands.

Chapter seven

Conroy waking Harrow up with a slap? Beautiful. Effective. Kinda hilarious, honestly.

Descriptions are as perfect as always. Simple but they paint a clear picture in your head. I can see Harrow strung up in that cell so well I might as well be in there with him.

Conroy, a purifier, also being a healer? Immaculate irony.

Harrow slowly noticing all the changes on him, the way he was handled whilst unconscious? Chills, at just the thought of experiencing that.

"I've never bowed to any god and I don't intend to start with yours." OH MY GOD???? Iconic as ever, Harrow.

Harrow taunting and getting slashed across the face? I find that more funny than I should, probably. (him not immediately registering the pain was a beautiful addition)

"There go my plans for tonight." I LOVE THIS SELF-DETRIMENTAL FOOL SO MUCH.

"What? You're asking me??" Harrow, baby, you're the cult leader here, who else would he be asking??? lol

Harrow getting choked is as fun as always.

Conroy being as skilled as he is at his job never fails to give me goosebumps. I can't even imagine the things he knows about the human body and how he could morbidly use them to his advantage.

Harrow straight up getting butchered, god damn.

"Shall we begin again?" GOD DAMN. Harrow, I'll bow in your place, cause this is straight up devastating.

Chapter 8

"It was a heady rush, like strong wine." I love this line so much.

For someone who enjoyed power so much to be stuck in a null space? Sounds terrifying.

Harrow flinching as the door opens and hating himself for it? AAAAAAAA.

"It was strangely surreal to feel something that wasn't hurting him." *sobs*

Harrow letting some bitterness seep through as he speaks to Emmet? Beautiful.

Harrow being subtly strict and clear about not wanting to talk about his burn scars? I love it.

Harrow not caring about the food possibly being drugged nor about Emmet wiping his face because he's so starved that's all he can focus on? Gorgeous.

Emmet promising the water isn't drugged and Harrow thanking him for it? That's so soft and sad I wanna cry.

Harrow letting Emmet blindfold him? He's so soft with that kid istg.

Chapter nine.

"You're making a good start of the day, Harrow." Said right after he was beaten and thrown on the floor like a sack of flower.

Harrow being blindfolded, naked, barefoot, collared and chained and pretty much dragged across cold stone? Literal chills down my spine.

AND HERE IS THE RACK LADIES AND GENTLEMEN - the one and only, infamous, legendary, iconic miss "Broke Harrow Of The Ashmadai". This scene started a movement and a revolution istg.

The fact Harrow was begging before he was even put on the rack is just beautiful.

Conroy never fails to impress and terrify me. He really gives you a glimpse of the Devil himself. Calmly explaining in a matter-of-fact way, exactly what's about to happen to you. He knows it so well because he's done it plenty times, caused pain to countless people, and you're about to be just one of them. Hearing of what's coming still is nowhere near enough to prepare you.

The desperation, agony, terror on Harrow's end and nothing but a stone cold attitude from Conroy are actually so chilling it's insane.

Chapter ten

Harrow waking up and remembering the events of last night and promptly throwing up? I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. I can't even fathom what it would be like to remember the feeling of your shoulders and knees being ripped from their sockets. I'm getting nauseous just thinking about it.

Harrow having to kneel on freshly healed knees, which were healed with a magic unsuited and painful for his body? God DAMN Conroy's relentless.

Conroy holding Harrow's cheek gently and stroking his hair? My GOD I feel sick. The trauma that would cause (and has) is absolutely insane. I can't imagine how Harrow could ever accept kindness and gentleness, let alone touch, after that.

The closeness, forced intimacy... I felt sick reading that for the first time and I still do. The number of things Conroy has ruined and defiled for Harrow is insane. The things meant to be done by a lover, a close and trusted person, those same things done by the man torturing and breaking you? Red, this is a masterpiece of trauma.

Conroy controlling Harrow's breathing? aaaaaaaaaaa. Harrow crying beneath the blindfold? AAAAAAAAAAAA.

Chapter eleven

Conroy casually talking about a painting as Harrow is strung up and open and struggling is just... a masterpiece. A Masterpiece. A clear, beautiful and eerie picture is engraved in my brain.

Harrow fainting and waking up to being strangled, again and again? OH MY GOD, RED.

"The throat is quite delicate, you know. Lifeblood, voice, breath, and spine are all there... all so easily crushed." I don't know why but I find this so beautiful. I've thought about these lines long after I saw them the first time. It's just so beautifully and visually phrased.

"Don't die of your pride - Beg, Harrow!" OH MY GODDDD?????? THIS LINE!!!!!!!! It literally encapsulated pretty much the whole story and point of it. It all comes down to that... Harrow's pride and all the ways it's ruined him.

Harrow losing his voice after being strangled is such a gorgeous thing - literal whumperflies.

Chapter twelve

Harrow realizing no one is coming, no one will know or care when he dies? I'M LITERALLY CRYING.

Red introducing us to the gods and goddesses through Harrow's recollection? Clever and useful.

"Don't think of burning. Fire is mine." Harrow comforting himself and escaping painful memories by reminding himself of his (maybe former) power is so saddening to me, for some reason.

Harrow curling up under the blanket and being left alone for the day? Thank god he got some reprieve but also I wanna cry at the mental image.

to be continued...

[galesgallery]

The best commentary in existence on one of the best stories in existence!!

[seth-whumps]

do me a favor and hurt your noble characters. the ones with a code of honor stronger than their need for the pain to stop. the ones who would throw down their life for a stranger. the ones who grit their teeth and bear the scars as glory. and, best of all, the ones who break like the shattering of a sword--no more purpose, jagged edges, a pile of useless scrap and empty eyes curled on the floor.

[galesgallery]

I have one of these, I've just never really written for him outside of private roleplays ... But this sure does feel like a calling >.> Maybe I'll get off my butt and do this

[stil-lindigo]

the sunset.

a comic about two outlaws who loved each other, despite everything.

creative notes:

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all my other comics

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[galesgallery]

This kills me. I'm dying. My heart is a pile of ash. I love it so much.

[haro-whumps]

Hi! :D I would like you to know that I have read Group Whumpees like 3 or 4 times and I think about it often and I love it and I love the setting and I love all your characters! You make me happy! I want to write in your world and I want Galo and Nila and the gang to take in my characters! XD

Awwwwwe!!!!! Thank you!!!!!! And bro do it 👀👀👀 I would LOVE to see that, that sounds so fun!!!

[galesgallery]

I have about 8 kabajillion writing Things I'm doing but this is now also on that list!

I so many ideas!

Including Galo-whump (if that's alright)

Language barriers

Maybe some weird sci-fi fantasy cross over Stuff

Runaways

Making Nyla UnCoMfOrTaBlE

Making ALL OF THEM uncomfortable

This is extremely distracting at work xD

And I love it

[soheavyaburden]

2023 Year of Whump

For everyone who can’t commit to or is intimidated by a daily writing/art challenge, I present a different take on the whump writing/art prompt challenge, reframed for those who create slowly, inconsistently, and on crip time.

In this yearlong writing/art prompt challenge, you choose monthly or weekly. You can go back and forth between monthly or weekly each month. If you choose monthly, you can pick prompts from any week during that month. You’ll end up with anywhere from 12-52 completed contributions at the end of it. The weeks begin on Sunday.

Tag contributions with “2023 Year of Whump” and then “2023 Year of Whump January” (or another month) for any prompt done during that month, so people can see all contributions.

For each week’s available prompts, there are physical/sensory, emotional/psychological, environmental/situation, comfort/caregiving, and dialogue prompts (in that order). You are welcome to mix and match, use only one or a combination of any or all, and to interpret each liberally. You can interpret them creatively, and there are probably infinite possible ways to do so for each prompt. I suggest (but can’t really require) tagging descriptively to help people find content they’re interested in and/or filter out content in their squicks or triggers.

Choose your own adventure

January 1: caged / deceived / unemployed / whispered reassurances / “Who would ever believe you?”

January 8: restrained with belt buckles / abandoned / icy tundra / holding hands / “Save your tears”

January 15: experimental injection / threatening loved ones / warehouse / warm bubble bath / “I promise this won’t hurt”

January 22: grabbed in the dark / public humiliation / hospital emergency department / soft weighted blanket / “You must have imagined that, dear”

January 29: chained to a table / betrayal / end of a relationship / handwritten notes of encouragement / “I’m begging you; I’ll do anything”

February 5: impaled / death wish / jungle / home cooked meal / “Don’t leave me”

February 12: involuntary implant / feeling like a burden / museum / cat cuddles / “I don’t know who I am anymore”

February 19: lightheaded and faint / appeasing out of desperation / abandoned lighthouse / gentle wound care / “I’m your only choice now”

February 26: gunshot wound / trembling with fear / library with soaring shelves / leaving the lights on / “You’re home now”

March 5: emergency surgery / denial / palatial mansion / getting a private bedroom / “Don’t you know; I’ll always know where you are”

March 12: amputation / mockery / apocalyptic nuclear wasteland / firefighter carry / “Just keep looking at me”

March 19: severe fever / rejection / cocktail party / swaddled in blankets / “Do you have any idea what I’ve done for you?”

March 26: starvation / losing the last bit of hope / maximum security prison / getting pain medication for the first time / “Missed me yet?”

April 2: infected wound / resignation / forced to watch / tight hugs / “I promise I’ll be good”

April 9: tied to a pole in the sun / weakening resolve / bustling city square / standing up to threats and mockery / “There’s nothing to apologize for”

April 16: poisoned meals / death of loved one / cursed mountain / hot bowl of soup / “You’ll never get out alive”

April 23: branded / constant insults / forced labor camp / forced to participate / taking bullets in their place / “I’m doing this because I love you. One day you’ll understand.”

April 30: painful wound care / sarcastic defiance / psychiatric hospital / walking them home / “I don’t need help; I’m fine”

May 7: whipping / trying to hold back tears / airplane / offering a kind smile / “I wish it had been me instead”

May 14: tracking chip / hypervigilance / county jail / warm bread / “You don’t know who I really am”

May 21: drained of blood / violated / ancient ruins / soft slippers / “Not my face, please; I’m begging you”

May 28: shackled to a radiator / heartbroken / deconsecrated temple / back rub / “Be careful what you ask for”

June 4: gagged / ineffectual rage / soaring skyscraper in a glittering city / new, clean clothes / “I didn’t mean it; I’m sorry”

June 11: broken jaw / quiet despair / yawning canyon / going to appointments with them / “Oh you WILL be sorry now”

June 18: burned / rules with moving goalposts / arid steppes / whispered reassurance in public / “I don’t remember where that one came from”

June 25: drowning / losing grounding in reality / trash pit / offering a hand / “You’re hurting me; please”

July 2: kidnapped / ostracized / civil war / safe house / “I would say I’m sorry but then I’d be lying”

July 9: defenestration / stalking / shantytown / paying the ransom / “Don’t fool yourself; you LET this happen to you”

July 16: crushed hand / online harassment / courthouse building / cuddling / “You wanted this, didn’t you”

July 23: detonating bomb / existential dread / lakeside villa / getting a ride / “I know exactly what you need”

July 30: earthquake / homesick / horse barn / compliments / “Get up and walk.”

August 6: nausea / panic / dusty attic / human shield / “I don’t think I can stand up anymore”

August 13: collapsing building / exhaustion / mountain village / helping with food / “RUN.”

August 20: tied to another captive / desperation / public housing projects / new shoes / “You don’t have to pretend anymore”

August 27: strangled / overwhelmed and frozen in place / secret lab in basement / respecting boundaries / “You didn’t have to do this”

September 3: poison gas / screaming uncontrollably / left for dead / combing hair / “Everything I’ve done, I did it for you”

September 10: thrown against wall / painful involuntary spasms / mom’s house / rubbing shoulder / “Your life means nothing”

September 17: smashed kneecaps / dividing loyalties / seat of government / vigilante revenge / “I haven’t taken everything from you. Not yet.”

September 24: stomped on / lies / failed escape / watching TV together / “I promise I’m telling the truth; you have the wrong person!”

October 1: heavy shackles / separated from child / rapid-flowing river / getting a guard dog / “No matter what, you’ll always have me”

October 8: suspended by wrists / exiled / fortress / helping make good an escape / “I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to hurt you”

October 15: coughing up blood / detested by peers / train tracks / holding them up to walk / “Looks like you forgot something”

October 22: forced drugging / gaslit into doubting reality / university / financial support / “Sorry, I can’t hear you over the screaming”

October 29: collapsing to the floor / waking up from nightmares / big box retail store / baking cupcakes / “You’ll stop crying if you know what’s good for you”

November 5: handcuffs so tight they’re bleeding / discrimination / small town diner / proper medical care / “No one should have to go through this alone”

November 12: brutal beatdown / helpless / history repeating itself / having choices / “You look so pretty like that”

November 19: suffocation / bystanders refusing to help / schoolhouse / protection in public / “Just one more time, I promise”

November 26: stabbed / flashbacks / castle / reminders of home / “I can’t remember the last time I did this”

December 3: tooth knocked out / panic attack / boat / photographs from before / “Stay still, or it’s going to hurt”

December 10: forced to eat something vile / forgotten by loved ones / homeless shelter / help with paperwork / “Do it if you know what’s good for you”

December 17: electric shock / shivering / boot camp / verbal reassurance / “It’s for your own good”

December 24: stress position / filth / recording studio / wiping away tears / “It’s not as bad as it looks”

December 31: left out in the cold / disgrace / conference / foot washing / “I didn’t mean it; you have to believe me”

[galesgallery]

Yaaay I might do this 0.0 even though the year is already more than half over xD

[rat-father]

I imagine robot whumper is some prototype ai designed to be an alternative to human pet sitters and trainers, because they think it might be more efficient/cheaper in the long run

And can also be sold to rich people who can't be bothered to really actively take care of their whumpee and are used to other people doing everything for them

[galesgallery]

Okay! But actually! How scary would that be! For whumpee! To be in the hands of a machine that is, ultimately, not that much more than a series of if, then statements (that's grossly oversimplifying, I know, but also, I don't imagine the owners would want an AI capable of actually making decisions that could be counter to their goals for their whumpee). I love this idea so much!

Yeah, maybe, whumpee could reason with it enough to get some leniency here and there, if a good enough argument was made that demonstrated the end goal would still be met, but ultimately, with set goals programmed in (which it would have to have in order to function as intended), whumpee would only really be delaying the inevitable. And without the capacity for true compassion or empathy (i.e. only simulated), an AI trainer could conceivably, recognize the pattern and begin disregarding whumpee's attempts to save themselves in order to prioritize achieving the goal. Especially! If there's a deadline or if the owners just aren't pleased with the AI's effectiveness, they could simply instruct it to disregard.

[hollow-whumps]

Hi! Again!

I’m looking for whump recovery arcs! I’m talking all the good stuff, from series to drabbles—break-a-dish trope, post nightmare cuddles, caretaker-new-master, anything!! Now is your chance to promote your favorites or your own writing!! Can y’all recommend any good recovery arcs pleaaase and thank you?? I’m desperate for new reading material and I’m moving out of constant pain and into comfort cravings >:) Seriously, I’ve reread Kane and Jim’s present arc too many times to count. I’m desperate guys. Whaddya got for me

[wolfeyedwitch]

@ashintheairlikesnow writes amazing recovery arcs for their BBU pet characters! There's an amazing variety of how the characters react to their situations, and it's messy and complex and *chefs kiss* amazing.

(I'd recommend my own writing but I'm still getting to the recovery part of my stories 😅)

[ashintheairlikesnow]

[haro-whumps]

My series Group Whumpees (I am So Good at names) features caretaker-as-new-master and all the many miscommunications that come from that :3

[hollewdz-deactivated20250123]

g/t brainrot prompts don't stop

Character A washes up on the shores of lilliput, and they escape into the woods, running from tiny guards and guns and cannons. Over the next few weeks they try to negotiate with the troops the kingdom sends, but the soldiers come out swinging each and every time- "death to the giant" and all that. One day, the troops just stop coming; Not that A minds- they were hoping for this result anyway. It is weird that it just happened out of nowhere, though. A becomes a legend, designated as mythos. They're not looking for trouble, so they've resigned themself to living alone, in the woods, for the rest of their days. It beats the hellish life they left behind, so why not. A likes camping, anyway. But they're definitely lying to themself about being lonely. And then, Character B ends up at the doorstep of your cave**. They're injured, busy escaping from wild beasts that have them just about cornered. Character A has a choice to make: do they invite the trouble of interacting with Lilliput into their quiet life, or do they let this tiny person just die? **the story can start here, with everything else as backstory maybe? idk :eyes: think of the drama......... Ch.B has heard stories, but never believed them............ is the giant a bad person? Or they more of a monster? ~oOoooOOOOooooOOo~

Character A 's roommate bailed on them, and now Ch. A desperately needs a replacement to make rent. Ch.A hastily accepts the first applicant without really vetting them- they only had one phonecall to make sure they weren't a total creep. When Character B shows up, Ch.A realizes there was a bit of a problem- B is a tiny. Ch.B didn't seem to realize Ch.A was a human either, with Ch.B's own circumstances making them rush to find any apartment they could. Can they find a way to live together? Do they fall in love? Are things wholesome/lewd/serious? What is society like about these things? Who knows! :3c

Character A is an angel, who is given a divine mission to guide a straying Character B. But, the thing is, Character A sucks ass at following rules, and this is their last chance to get it right before their Angel-dom is revoked, and being absorbed by the Great Spirit. Ch.A visits earth, and sees that Ch.B is in shambles, and to stop them from making a terrible decision, Ch.A reveals themself- Ch.B snaps out of it, but sees a literal, tiny angel on their shoulder. From then on, Ch.A has to figure themself out while helping Ch.B as best they can. If you are inspired by any of these PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEE write away!! and tell me about it!!!!!!! I want to read these stories so bad T o T !!!!!!

[entomolog-t]

ARE YOU SHARING MY BRAIN??? I HAVE DAY DREAMED THAT LAST ONE SINCE I WAS LIKE 12 YEARS OLD! LIKE EXACTLY THAT???

[galesgallery]

That first one though! Oh my god! I might try my hand at writing it

[whumpzone]

Writing Masterpost

aka thousands of words of pet whump and your classic whumpee-thinks-caretaker-is-their-new-master

Tomas and Rowe (oblivious caretaker, secret whumper, completed, actually has a plot, approx. 56k)

Linden and Colton (non-speaking whumpee, references to past noncon, ongoing, light on plot)

Linden and Colton #2 (Part 27 onwards)

My art tag

More than Murder (a whumpy Skyrim fanfiction on ao3)