Phrases when whumpee regains consciousness:
* "Welcome back."
* "There you are."
* "Don't move."
* "It's about time."
* "You're safe."
* "Wakey, wakey!"
* "Hey! Can you hear me?"
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Phrases when whumpee regains consciousness:
* "Welcome back."
* "There you are."
* "Don't move."
* "It's about time."
* "You're safe."
* "Wakey, wakey!"
* "Hey! Can you hear me?"
Par for the Course
Mickey Miller has been owned and raised by the McKenna crime family since he was six years old. Tonight he's on duty, watching what happens to enemies of the family. A lesson in loyalty and obedience. This is a one-shot from the universe of my WIP novel Blackmere Rising. Mickey's masterpost: https://www.tumblr.com/jigglycrow/815401392918380544/mickey-masterpost-name?source=share AO3 version: Par for the Course
Mickey is fourteen and he’s wondering if tonight is the night he’s finally going to kill someone. He knows that the particular warehouse he’s standing in is the one where the McKennas carry out most of their executions. He knows that, for a few months now, Murphy McKenna has been telling Mickey he needs to get a notch on his belt. And when two men emerge from the shadows at the back of the warehouse, dragging a barely conscious third man between them, Mickey knows that man is not going to survive the night. He just doesn’t know if he’ll be the one to end it.
The man is a dock-worker whose been skimming off the top of McKenna shipments for months now. For his first warning they’d been reasonable and set his car alight. His second warning had involved a visit to the docks where his hand had been broken by the very specific application of a hammer to his knuckles (directed by Paddy, wielded by Mickey).
Nobody gets a third warning when they cross the McKennas.
So now the man is kneeling on the floor while Aiden McKenna, nineteen years old and heir to the McKenna crime family dynasty, is pacing in front of him and monologuing each and every injury he’s going to inflict. Mickey tunes out because Aiden McKenna is a stupid twat and his voice makes Mickey want to punch him.
Aiden’s wielding his gaudy, gold-plated knife with the snakeskin handle and scorpion themed pommel. Every now and then he’ll jab it towards the kneeling man and laugh when he flinches and sobs. Mickey’s own switchblade is tucked in his sleeve, combat knife in his boot, he feels the press of them against skin more than usual.
Mickey tunes back in when he hears Aiden’s voice change, louder, faster, excited.
“And then I’m going to send all the bits of you back your daughters, piece by piece...”
The man is begging for mercy, already bleeding from shallow cuts where Aiden’s blade has nicked him because Aiden’s knifework is sloppy and he doesn’t fight often enough to know his own range.
Well...Aiden doesn’t fight at all. Not really.
Aiden takes the jobs like this one where the men have already been beaten and he has an audience to play to. The jobs that happen in McKenna turf in McKenna warehouses with McKenna back up. Jobs that men like Murphy arrange and boys like Mickey clean up afterwards. This month the warehouse is housing sports equipment and the man is being tortured at the end of an aisle of golf supplies. Mickey wishes it was football stuff - he might at least have been able to nick some.
Mickey’s eyes snap back to the man as he screams, guttural and raw. Aiden is slicing through the man’s ear, cursing as the blood is making everything slippery and hard to see. Once done laughs and shouts a terrible joke down the hole that remains at the side of the man’s skull.
Mickey doesn’t look away. He hasn’t looked away since he was eight years old and Paddy brought him to see a man being killed and told him to watch. And Mickey had watched, unblinking as Patrick Cole shot the man in the head and afterwards called Mickey a ‘good lad’ for not closing his eyes and Murphy had called him a ‘proper little soldier’.
Fingers next, one by one, Aiden swearing and grunting because he doesn’t understand the difference between a knife made for cutting and a knife made for stabbing or that his custom-made piece of shit isn’t good for either. The man’s screams have turned into one continuous, moaning wail that just goes up and down in volume depending on what the blade is doing at that particular moment.
Right now the blade is sat on the shelf next to a tub of golf balls and ball cloths and Mickey sniggers internally because he’s a fourteen-year-old boy and jokes about ‘rubbing balls’ are always funny.
Aiden barks orders and the two men either side of the prisoner move and lay him down flat on the cold concrete warehouse floor. Aiden is strolling lazily back and forth, his brown eyes scanning the aisles like a bored shopper. He stops when finds the golf clubs, picks one up, and tests his swing.
“Have you ever played golf, Miller?” he asks Mickey, though he already knows the answer.
“No Sir,” Mickey answers flatly.
“Of course you haven’t,” Aiden scoffs at the idea of it. “I’d let you be my caddy next time I play but...” He puts down the iron and picks out a driver. “They don’t let your sort in the golf club.”
“Aiden...” Murphy’s voice interrupts in a tone that’s both a warning and a chastisement.
“Don’t worry, Uncle Murphy, nearly done.”
Aiden takes the driver and pockets a ball from the shelf. On his way back to the victim, he carefully picks up his blade from the metal shelving and then crouches down.
“This bit...” he whispers to the man who’s now clearly going into shock, the mangled stumps of his hands twitching on the blood-covered concrete.
“This bit I’m going to send to your widow.”
And then he slices; a squelching, hacking cut across the fleshy nub at the bottom of the man’s nose until the whole tip comes free. Aiden drops it into a small plastic bag and hands it off to a goon behind him. The place where the man’s nose used to be is now a grisly crater of blood and cartilage. Aiden admires his work briefly and then, produces the golf ball from his pocket and drops it in the newly created hole.
Murphy’s muttering something, Paddy cursing quietly in the background but Aiden? Aiden is laughing so hard he can hardly hold the club. He swings once, twice, then drives and the ball goes soaring, blood dripping as it flies up and out of sight, landing with a CRASH in the far end of the warehouse.
Aiden nods as though he’s just scored a hole-in-one.
“Shot!” He congratulates himself and then turns to Mickey.
“Go and fetch that,” he orders and Mickey does. He walks to the sound of the crash and away from the new sound of metal meeting flesh.
When he comes back, the man will be dead. Tonight wasn’t his turn after all but one day it will be. One day. Just not today.
Dangerous waters
I think you should put that character in a Situation
And then make the Situation a lottt worse
For enrichment
I don't care if that character is an invincible, tough, and unstoppable force.
I want them tied up and gagged, beaten within an inch of their life, and crying like the pathetic whumpee they are.
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Dangerous Whumpee
CW: Restraints, muzzled, collared
Whumper keeps Whumpee in an excessive amount of restraints (can’t move an inch for chains, collared, muzzled) to ensure that they won’t break out - even if Whumpee is completely cooperative
Whumpee who does fight back, who bites, claws, scratches, does everything they can to cause as much damage to Whumper as possible
Whumper who “has to” keep Whumpee constantly sedated
Whumpee is a danger to themself, intentionally or not, so Whumper has to protect them before they fatally injure themselves
Nonhuman Whumpee is percieved as dangerous and muzzled/shock collared before they can plead their case, if they even can
Caretaker who is scared of Whumpee!
Stranger Caretaker arriving to rescue Whumpee after defeating Whumper but hesitating when they realise who or what Whumpee is
Whumpee’s hope turning to dread as they see this, and silently begging for mercy
Whumpee who lashes out at Caretaker, who hurts then one day, and guilt hits them at full force
Whumpee who believes they’re a danger to Caretaker and takes it upon themself to remove themself from the equation
Caretsker who flinches when Whumpee moves suddenly
Whumpee wakes up after being rescued, filled with relief - only when they try to move they notice the chains, and the muzzle
Or Whumpee wakes up in a hospital but is restrained to the bed “for their own safety”
Whumpee is a living weapon or villain and everyone is scared of them - except Caretaker’s child
Whumpee who tries to be gentle and unassuming to win the favour of those around them
Make your whumpees fail (and then hurt them for it)
Whumpees being set up to fail and then being punished for it Whumpees being given impossible tasks (but trying anyway) Whumpees being promised rewards/reprieves under ridiculous conditions which will never occur. Whumpees finally reaching milestones/targets where they were promised something good would happen, only to have whumper move the goalposts
Ghost: "Stay safe down there, Johnny!"
Soap: "Always, Lt.!"
Cold is an EarthProblem
A Project Hail Mary Fanfiction
Cold is an Earth Problem Ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/84543791/chapters/223053676#workskin Chapter 2 here: https://www.tumblr.com/jigglycrow/817146459891908608/cold-is-an-earth-problem-2
Summary:
A failure in the Hail Mary's environmental controls traps the ship in a catastrophic cooling cycle. Grace has to fight failing systems, failing coordination and his own failing body. Rocky is trying to help solve a problem he doesn't understand.
Notes:
This is my first time posting anything fandom related for a long time! I haven't read the book but I loved the movie and definitely felt like there are lots of fun stories to be written in this universe. This story is set early on after Rocky comes aboard. I am not a scientist but I've tried my best to be accurate with maybe a touch of artistic licence... Please let me know what you think!
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love whumpees who are like...feral alley cats. little bastards. scared, touch-starved gremlins who had their trust in humanity broken one too many times. absolute menaces to society who bite and promptly flinch back, expecting to be hit.
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I had so much fun drawing Mickey, I hope you like this!
My thought was he was stabbed during some mission and his teammate ripped his shirt open to assess the damage.
For @isaac-ezekiel for @whump-art-exchange They wanted body horror, deer themes, blue and green colour palette. I hope you like it!
Hey question for the whump art exchange, are stab wounds okay with you and how much blood are you okay with?
Anything and everything!
Love stab wounds and any amount of blood is fine!
Cold Is An Earth Problem #2
Chapter 2 of my Project Hail Mary fanfic.
Chapter 1 here: https://www.tumblr.com/jigglycrow/817145070026375168/cold-is-an-earthproblem
AO2 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/84543791/chapters/224112451#workskin
Cold is an EarthProblem
A Project Hail Mary Fanfiction
Cold is an Earth Problem Ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/84543791/chapters/223053676#workskin Chapter 2 here: https://www.tumblr.com/jigglycrow/817146459891908608/cold-is-an-earth-problem-2
Summary:
A failure in the Hail Mary's environmental controls traps the ship in a catastrophic cooling cycle. Grace has to fight failing systems, failing coordination and his own failing body. Rocky is trying to help solve a problem he doesn't understand.
Notes:
This is my first time posting anything fandom related for a long time! I haven't read the book but I loved the movie and definitely felt like there are lots of fun stories to be written in this universe. This story is set early on after Rocky comes aboard. I am not a scientist but I've tried my best to be accurate with maybe a touch of artistic licence... Please let me know what you think!