I've been reading fics by @ashintheairlikesnow, @maracujatangerine, @secretwhumplair, @whumpzone, and probably more than I'm forgetting. But I need more!
So first, let me add some amazing authors of multichapter BBU fics: @just-horrible-things , @pigeonwhumps, @flowersarefreetherapy, @gottawhump, @wildfaewhump; @hackles-up; @angst-after-dark. Some of them aren't actively writing in the BBU these days, but their stories are still there and certainly worth a look, all accessible from their pinned posts / masterlists.
Additionally, I try to irregularly reblog the BBU stories that pop up on my dash on @bbu-whump-reblogs.
And then there's also my own BBU stories, which have all different focus but are definitely multichapter :)
Pet Safety, which is about a pet lib activist who works as a Pet Safety Inspector for WRU, confiscates an abused Romantic and ends up as her new owner. Focuses on recovery, healing, guilt and the tough decisions for a greater good.
Making Angel is a series of different moments in a Romantic's path, capture, training, life with her owner, messy recovery with an abusive partner after her escape, and eventual true freedom.
Way over his head is a story with more plot (Spin-Off from Angel), about a dumbass Romantic handler who over time realizes that his job is actually shit. Focuses on the institutional and facility whump and the people working in the system
Mark and Gemma get a Pet, an actually complete story about a 'normal' couple who end up owners of a pet, and it just amplifies everything they ever suppressed, on the back of Ira. A story about the mundane sides of the system and about what makes people the bad guys (or are they? I think yes).
Scottish government currently has a bunch of ads up to get screened for lung cancer, but for some reason they’ve decided to personify cancer as some sort of gothic butch milf and I’m obsessed with her
Scottish government currently has a bunch of ads up to get screened for lung cancer, but for some reason they’ve decided to personify cancer as some sort of gothic butch milf and I’m obsessed with her
Some of our favorite quotes from Artemis ii so far:
"Copy. Moon joy."
"I have two Microsoft Outlooks, and neither one of those are working."
"Houston, if you could give me about 20 new superlatives in the mission summary for tomorrow that will help out my vocabulary a little bit, that would be great. Thank you."
“If you’ve ever seen the top of the spotlight of the top of the Luxor at night in Vegas, this looks like what it wants to be when it grows up.”
"To all of you down there on Earth... we love you, from the moon. See you on the other side."
"We just went sci fi.
"It is so great to see Earth again. To Asia, Africa, and Oceania: we are looking back at you. We hear you can look up and see the moon right now. We see you too."
"We will always choose Earth. We will always choose each other."
“It’s a bright spot on the moon, and we would like to call it Carroll.” (The name of Commander Reid Wiseman's late wife)
"Amaze amaze amaze."
"I said that we do not leave Earth, but we choose it. And that is true."
"Christina has been sleeping head down in the middle of the vehicle, kind of like a bat"
"It's really fun to be floatin' around, it just makes me feel like a little kid."
"Trust us, you look amazing, you look beautiful."
"'Homo Sapiens' is all of us, no matter where you're from or what you look like. We're all one people."
"We're going to power cycle the toilet from the ground."
"I'm proud to call myself the Space Plumber."
"We were all eagerly awaiting the chorus." (After Mission Control cut off Pink Pony Club early when waking up the crew)
"Copy heart. Copy bracelet." (In response to Wiseman giving his daughters heart hands and showing them the bracelets they made him that he was wearing)
“Welcome back. We are still here. They are in space.”
"Copy. Bubble wrap nominal."
"We have rediscovered the chocolate snacks."
“The truth is, the moon really is its own body in the universe. It's not just a poster in the sky that goes by, it is a real place."
“We will build ships. We will visit again. We will construct science outposts. We will drive rovers, we will do radio astronomy.”
"I've seen a lot of new perspectives, but my perspective has not changed because I launched with the perspective that there is enough for all." (After being asked if they had a new view on humankind.)
"On behalf of all Canadians, we wanted some reassurances of your preferences for maple syrup over Nutella on your pancakes."
a little too obsessed with those scenes in Tangled, Aladdin, and Sleeping Beauty, etc. in childhood
being an intense reader during elementary school, enjoying books with lots of angst and violence. re-reading certain parts because "they're just really well written chapters"
in early teens downloads instagram and pinterest and saves a bunch of hero/villain writing prompts and snippits for "writing inspo"
eventually downloads Tumblr and follows @the-modern-typewriter
finds out what whump is by following whump blogs and begins to like and reblog posts
discovery of ao3 and Graphic Depictions of Violence tag
rebloging too many whump posts on main, creates sideblog "just for reblogging"
writes a few of their own prompts/drabbles
finds amazing whump series and becomes obsessed with peoples OCs
starts writing own whump story
10,000 years later: autocorrect finally no longer corrects "whump" to thump, chump, whimper, lump, whomp, etc.
The Half-Sun Circus—a once-in-a-lifetime experience. From all around the world, people gather to witness the excellence and creativity portrayed in their acts. Critics regularly note it as something truly unique; flawless, even. Yet that perfection has a cost. Behind the scenes, routine intertwines with pain.
Fay knows all too well that each slip-up has a cost. As ringleader, all mistakes reflect gravely on them, and their superior, Elkhan, ensures they are aware of the fact. Fay sometimes wonders if their skin will run out of space for scars.
As Elkhan’s behavior shifts for the worse, they eventually decide that they won’t wait around for that inevitable moment to come. Fay navigates suffering, work, relationships, and an interwoven past, all to put the unjust circus owner to a stop. Whatever it takes.
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this is probably my favorite tiktok of all time and I finally got around to showing it to my dad the other day and now he comes home every day and tells me about all the places he saw crumbling concrete and says "guess they didn't add enough chinchilla flakes"
This is one of those posts where I feel like I'm doing others and myself a disservice by not sharing. I wish someone had shown me this a long time ago.
Maybe I'd be having to do less work to break out of this shell, now.
Thank you so much to @twigsofmanyfaces for letting me borrow your boy Trouble and shake him like a cocktail shaker. If y'all haven’t read their work yet, you should do that immediately!!
The bar Trouble frequents sees all types: humans, non-humans, and a certain subset of both that Trouble just loves getting his teeth into. Tonight is no different. Three of the usual assholes can’t seem to take their eyes off him. Trouble is happy enough to go along with their schemes for long enough to get his meal - until he realizes he isn’t the only one in the angels’ basement.
This takes place during an alternate version of Dee’s first captivity.
Contents: whumpee turned whumper, torture, revenge, nonsexual nudity, blood, forced to kneel, desecration of a dead body, noncon of a dead body, mouth whump, past noncon, holy water, tape gag, immortal whumpee, drowning, nsfwhump
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Jude was back to carrying on like Trouble was murdering him. Trouble’s ears twitched as he walked in a slow circle around the angel, taking in his quivering body, the blood dripping down his back, the beads under his knees, the tape keeping his mouth suctioned to Lucas, and finally his eyes - wild and streaming with tears. The sharp scent of Jude’s fear filled the basement, overpowering even the scent of blood, and that was so strong Trouble could taste it in his throat. He reached out with one hand and let a claw trail along Jude’s cheek, playing with the edge of the tear-soaked tape.
“You want out of this?” he said.
Jude sobbed and nodded vigorously, shaking Lucas’s body as he did. Trouble laughed at the sight of Lucas being jerked around by his cock and balls. He curled a claw under the tape and, with a single, sharp jerk, cut through the tape securing the two angels together.
Jude shrieked and twisted his head, doing his best to peel the tape off of him with just the motion of his body. Trouble stood back and watched him work. The tape was wet, so it came away from Jude’s cheeks easy enough, but tore his hair as Jude pulled. Still, he shook his head like a dog until the tape came free, spitting out his favorite parts of Lucas as he did. The moment he was free, he pitched onto his back, tongueless mouth stretching wide with his sobs.
Trouble knelt at Jude’s head. “Poor baby,” he crooned. “That was hard for you, wasn’t it?”
Jude shied away as Trouble grasped his hair and pulled his face closer. His lips were chapped, his eyes raw from crying. Trouble clicked his tongue. “I can’t imagine what possessed you to put your dick in that poor demon’s mouth, Jude. I bet you’re thinking what I just did to you was as bad as what you did.”
Jude lay motionless. That was good for him.
Trouble tilted his head to the side. “But it wasn’t, was it? Because Lucas… he didn’t burn you, did he?”
Jude began to cry again. His lips formed pleas that Trouble ignored.
“And I’ve only been hurting you for… what a few hours? How long had you been hurting the demon before you pulled that shit? A few weeks? A few months…” His lip curled. “A few years?”
Jude’s eyebrows twitched. Trouble’s lips pulled back over his teeth. “Yeah. See… there’s no way I can make this experience fair, Jude. This isn’t going to last much longer for you. I can’t burn you with my touch. There’s only one of me. There isn’t–” He shoved Jude back against the floor, grinding his bloody back into the cement. “--a single. Fucking. Thing. I can do to make this the same. To make this better for the demon upstairs.” Jude let out a strangled sob. “But I can try, you know? And right now, I feel like shutting you the fuck up.”
Jude let out a keening sob as Trouble stood and glanced over at the table of implements the angels had used to torture their victims. The knife was… certainly an option, and Trouble wondered if he could cut out Jude’s voicebox without killing him. Dominic had died with a slash to the throat. But if he could find something else…
His eyes landed on the bottles sitting on the table. Holy water. The angel couldn’t scream if his lungs were full of the water he had used to burn the demon lying upstairs.
Perfect.
Trouble grabbed all four bottles of holy water and carried them back to Jude, who was still lying stretched out on the basement floor. He sobbed with abandon, tears streaming down his face, as he watched Trouble approach. Trouble set the bottles down by Jude’s head. Then he grabbed the duct tape and straddled Jude’s hips.
Jude bucked weakly. He was far stronger than a human would have been at this point, so he had that going for him. He desperately shook his head as Trouble tore a long strip of tape from the roll. Trouble heaved a sigh.
“Now, Jude,” he scolded, leaning over the angel as he mashed the tape over Jude’s mouth. “I’ve told you several times that the noise you’re making is annoying. I’m not really sure what else you expected me to do.” He tore another strip and pressed it over the first, covering Jude’s mouth. “And you’re an angel, right? And if you’re anything like the demon, you don’t, like… need to breathe, right?”
Jude froze. He looked up at Trouble in petrified terror. It was all the confirmation Trouble needed.
“Alright. Good. And, again, because I think you keep on forgetting–” Another strip securing the angel’s mouth. “--this won’t burn you, unlike the demon you’ve been torturing. I watched you pour this over his face just a few hours ago. Or did you forget that? Is this so fucking easy for you to do that it just… slipped your mind?” He set the roll of tape down.
Jude struggled against the cuffs binding his hands behind him, tried desperately to buck Trouble off of his hips. Trouble sighed and reached for a bottle of water. “Now, if only you hadn’t been torturing that poor thing. This could have been a reasonably pleasant few days for you, Jude. Not… not fun, per se, you did kidnap and torture me, you know, and would have done worse, but like… we could have had our fun.” Jude’s voice rose to a muffled scream. “But yeah. Anway. I guess remember that this is what you had coming to you. This was preventable, if only you weren’t… what you are.” Trouble shoved the mouth of the bottle against Jude’s nostrils and began to pour the water into Jude’s nose.
Jude flailed. Trouble yanked Jude’s head back by his hair, hard, and poured more in. He felt the angel’s panicked struggles. He heard the water pouring through his nose, down his throat, and into his lungs.
He could hear it, because the angel was no longer screaming.
Jude’s throat spasmed in quick, panicked little half-swallows as he desperately tried to gulp the water down. It didn’t work. His chest heaved, and Trouble poured more in. The angel’s body folded as he tried to cough up the water. Trouble kept him pinned on his back. More water trickled in, until the bottle was empty.
Trouble dropped the bottle and pinned Jude down by his throat as he struggled. That almost seemed to make the water rush into his lungs faster. He couldn’t swallow against the pressure on his throat. Tears streamed, and his eyes rolled in helpless panic.
The scent of his fear was so strong, so clean. Trouble couldn’t help it. He licked his lips and leaned forward, sinking his teeth into Jude’s chest for a taste. Energy washed over his tongue. The angel managed a choked whine between his throat spasming. Trouble allowed himself another few seconds to feed, then pulled off, licking his lips.
“Fuck,” he sighed. He cracked open another bottle, gripped Jude’s chin, and began to pour the water into his nose.
Jude’s bare feet slapped against the floor as he tried to throw Trouble off him. His eyes rolled back as more water poured in, some spilling over the tape and trickling onto the floor. Trouble kept pouring until that bottle was empty. He could hear the water rattling in Jude’s lungs. The angel couldn’t make a sound past his spasming throat.
There were still two more bottles, though. Trouble reached for the next one.
He pressed down on Jude’s throat intentionally this time, marvelling at how it made the water flow in so much easier. It took a little doing, to pin down Jude’s throat and hold his head still, but he managed. It was like filling a hot water bottle. Trouble savored the sight of the water disappearing down Jude’s nostrils.
As Trouble opened the fourth bottle, Jude was shaking so hard it was moving Trouble, too. He poured the water into Jude’s nose, listening to the low, distant sound of his airway filling. Jude thrashed, weakening further. He showed no signs of dying, though.
That was good. Trouble wasn’t done with him just yet.
The bottle was almost empty when Jude’s nostrils filled up entirely and water began to leak down the sides of his face. Trouble set the bottle down and tore another small strip of tape. He pressed it over Jude’s nose, trapping the water inside him. He tore another strip and repeated it. Then another. Jude looked almost like he was wearing a silver muzzle. No air or water could escape him. He stared up at Trouble with eyes full of agony and terror. Trouble leaned forward and placed a kiss over the tape at Jude’s lips.
“So much better,” he sighed into the silence, snatching up the last of the holy water. He tipped it into his mouth. It was salty. He made a face. “Ugh. Well, time to come with a solution to–”
A scream reached his ears. Not Jude’s scream - Dee’s.
Trouble leapt up off of Jude. “Don’t fucking go anywhere, angel,” he snapped. “I’ll be back in a sec.” He sprinted up the stairs, tore through the house, and burst into the angel’s old bedroom.
i had a son in one of my dreams, he was 3 or 4, i loved him so much, i don’t remember his name but i remember loving him so much, and then i woke up and he was gone
ok you know what it’s been long enough. and i’ve had enough vague accusations of ‘stealing’ the plot of my own dream from various sci fi series as if dying is not the only narratively compelling thing you can do on a stranded spaceship so i will tell you all the secret. the missing piece. what actually inspired this dream. the one thing i didn’t say. it was among us. we were all those stupid fucking amogus characters running around a dream-approximation of that one map with the long hallway and the greenhouse room. everything else about the plot and the emotions involved is all true. i’ve never even seen any of the shows people keep talking about in the comments
luv how male animals gotta fucking dance around and cry and shit for female attention and sex. and then men irl complain about fat women and body hair like get on ur fucking knees and beg me actually
Alpha males: "This is nature. You don't see animals acting like queers don't you?"
90% of nature documentaries: "Until now the female has been very impressed by the males drag performance of Orwell's Homage To Catalonia, soundtracked exclusively by Maria Carey songs. A demanding performance like that knows to impress. But... Oh No... One note in the final tune was one cent flat. It doesn't look good for the male now. She is ordering an orbital laser strike to burn his beautifully groomed plumage from space. It will take all year to regrow, effectively ending this one's mating season early. Better luck next time, little guy. Women are a tough audience."
Top 10 branches of science ranked by how bad it would suck to be killed by them (from best to worst)
Physics - probably the nicest just on the grounds of how fast that's gonna be. Like if you're a goner before any of the other sciences can get to you, you probably don't even have time to feel anything.
Biology - the most standard default way of dying. Most of the time it sucks but not badly enough to warrant you its own wikipedia page.
Geology - one of the oldest OG classics. Rock hits Og. Og is gone.
Psychology - slow tigers are chasing you.
Zoology - fast tigers are chasing you.
Sociology - idk me and the rest of the angry mob agree that you had it coming.
Chemistry - this is a hard one to place because there's a lot of variation. But anyhow you're getting undone on a cellular level.
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