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@potatoladyao3
Is the server in your pinned post still around? Both invite links are dead, but if it's still going and you'd be willing to formulate another link I'd love to join
I keep picking the 'expire never - infinite uses' option when I get these links, but apparently Discord isn't listening to me. Here's a new link! <3
Check out the Mercyfic server community on Discord - hang out with 15 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/75557246
for @softvampirewhump -- hope you enjoy!
it shouldnt be illegal to kidnap a guy if he looks really sad and you know he would have a better life in captivity
characters raised to be tools
Weapons. Trained, tested, forged in steel and fire. Failure is an inevitability that ends in death. Pain should not be felt--it should be recognized, familiar, and inconsequential
Martyrs. In the form of servants and princes, of leaders and underdogs. If blood is necessary, the martyr will lift their hands and offer it all
Shields. Like tempering a sword, but only to bear and not to lash out. Wounds are medals--not symbols of pride, but symbols of worth. A pretty shield is useless; scars mean a job well done
Experiments. Raised on the cold comfort of a lab table. Restraints are only necessary when they're not in their right mind. Is it honorable, to be twisted beyond recognition? Or is it just a necessary evil?
Monsters. Cruelty, caution, and regarding one as a creature beyond reasonable thought is tempering in its own right. But if you keep a leash at the right length, perhaps the massecre won't reach you. One can hope.
Idols. Pretty face, pretty name, pretty hands around their shoulders and throat. There to seduce, manipulate, force any feeling to come to the surface and twist it to their favor. Any genuinity stays locked behind the guilded cage that surrounds their pretty little heart
Trophies. Status and wealth and the traditions that keep someone at their heels, on their knees, to display and serve and decorate one's ballroom.
Sacrifices. Drenched in honorable clothes, prepared and adored and cleansed. The gift of hope at the cost of one's life. Is it taken with no fight? How can you escape the ropes you were born in?
printers groupchat
printer 1: lets crumple up paper and jam on it and make a ton of noise
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Taše and Ilmekhor, from 8bitcowboy’s amazing fic, foreigner’s god!
As per my last clay tablet,
CCing Ibbi-Ilabrat on this one just to make sure we’re all on the same page!
“The sesame is visibly dying” makes me lose it every time. My sesame #mysesame
Whump Gift:
⚠️ Slavery, mentions of purchase, fever, nonsexual nudity, brief bathing, and dressing whumpee.
Gift for @potatoladyao3
Whumpee lay in a makeshift bed of mixed vegetation silently, hoping the damned fae would leave them alone.
Their previous master, a vampire lord, hadn't been looking to sell. But after their current master, this fae had written adamantly for months....
Whumpee was here. In an unfamiliar place, let alone region.
Whumpee didn't see a point in escaping.
Not even the vegetation was similar. Where they were from had sparse vegetation. Here was a different story.
The fae weren't known for their mercy either. Being born immortal instead of becoming immortal...
Escaped property wasn't treated with decency either. Often left for dead with major injuries.
Whumpee would have to grit their teeth and bear it. Hoping the breakfast would be suitable for consumption. Unlike supper.
They had been delivered during the midst of the night. A late supper was offered to them, shiny berries.
They did not settle well. Now, whumpee awoke to muscle aches and fever every few hours. The early morning light filtering through the bushes and trees.
Thought they were not free. A magical barrier locked around the surrounding forest. Preventing them from escape.
Through the minimal exploration they had done before collapsing in agony, then exhaustion, they found bones. Human bones.
Sun bleached and wind worn. They were haunted with waking nightmares.
Another thing the fae were known for. Splitting their victim's skin open with their curved nails. Delighting in the suffering.
Just thinking about the torture to come made whumpee curl around themselves lying very still. Praying the fae would pass over them for dead.
Much to their horror, a hand stroked through their hair. Detangling it along the way. Despite whumpee's trembling.
"Poor thing, there you are." Their new master spoke musically.
"Was afraid you'd run off and gotten lost... but you were only a few feet from where I released you!" Their tone turning light with cheer. Their hand moving to their pocket napkin.
You didn't speak, hardly breathed enough to fill your lungs. Eyes downcast.
"Let's get you a bath," The fae shifted to accommodate the human's weight. Dragging them along through the trees.
You tried to protest but found you couldn't. Compelled to silence without so much as a spoken word.
"The path is short and will take us to the stream."
Once there, you were quickly stripped of your torn clothes. They were thrown in a pile, forgotten.
With a little bit of defiance, you pulled the tunic up to yourself. Blushing.
"None of that. You're not being gawked at." They laughed.
You tried to speak again but were silenced with a gentle boop on the nose.
"Don't make this harder than it has to be fawn." Their doe eyes softened while they helped you onto a decent sized rock.
"I made this soap myself. It's lavender scented." The fae murmurs while kneeling to splash water over your legs.
Soap deposited beside your knee. Its scent became a balm to your frayed nerves.
Drifting between the gentle laps of water, the world became farther way and thoughts harder to conjure.
The fae wasn't so scary after all.
Before you knew it, you were being guided by your master to the bank. A fresh tunic, magicked lay waiting by some shoes.
"Put your arm through the holes." They lift the designated arm holes to you.
Obeying without much flourish, you quickly are stepping into the shoes next. Your tunic long enough to cover everything.
"A sweet fawn at last, don't you feel much better? Giddier?" Your master presses. Hands running through your wet hair. Combing the knots out.
YAAAAAAAA OMG!!! I LOVE IT THANK YOU! <3<3
Bluebird, for Pomegrante <3
Hi do you like pet whump?
Sure! <3
gift fic for @softvampirewhump <3 thank you for the fun prompts! I hope you like it <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
WHUMPTOBER 2025: PROMPTS LIST
Welcome to Whumptober 2025 — The Eighth Year!
WHUMPTOBER is a month-long, prompt-based creation CHALLENGE (think: Inktober, but whumpier). There are four prompts for each day of the month, giving 124 for you to play with! There is also a list of 18 alternative prompts that can be subbed in for any day to give participants as much creative freedom as possible.
All prompts are meant to serve as inspiration without being taken literally (e.g. you don’t have to include the exact wording of prompts into your work). Feel free to run rampant on interpretation. For example, if the prompt is “flame", you could create something with reference to a candle/campfire, your character could have suffered a burn, or the flame could be a reference to an ‘old flame’ - an old relationship. It’s truly down to you!
You can produce work in any media you choose, including but not limited to: writing, visual artwork, photo/video/audio edits, paper crafts and elaborate recommendation lists (not just a list of links). You can participate as much or as little as you want (i.e. you don’t have to do ALL the prompts if you don’t want to) and prompts can be used in any order. They are also free to use even after the event ends.
Please make sure to read the Event Info and FAQ carefully, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, you are welcome to come to our ask box or ask questions in our Discord server here.
Information on how to TAG is here.
This year’s AO3 Collection can be found here.
This year’s playlist can be found here.
The ‘Anatomy of a Whumptober Prompt’ post can be found here.
And our 'Resources for Writing Sensitive Topics’ post is here.
We’re very excited to see the community come together for yet another year of Whumptober! Go ham with the prompts, and support your fellow creators - we wish you all the best of luck, but most importantly: HAVE FUN!
Happy whumping,
Mods Vanne, Yenn, Kitty and Surro
Text versions of the prompts, including a google doc format, are posted below the cut!
RULE NO. 1 OF WOUND CARE: ignore itttt :33
RULE NO. 2 OF WOUND CARE: go swimming!! in a pond or especially a public pool :)
WHO TF ARE YOU?!?!?!
Given everything that's been happening lately (KOSA, the banning of "immoral" games, and so on), I don't know about you, but it pushes me to write stories that make people uncomfortable. After all, they blather on about freedom, but how can the mind be free and independent if it's guided by the expectations of others and limited by their prohibitions?
Every time I see these surveillance policies, and how they now also want to spy on our private conversations —which implies the end of encrypted messages—, I feel tiny and powerless. However, every time I sit down to write, I am the one in control. The keys my fingers press need to obey no one but me. And I'm sure the same goes for you, dear artist. So, while we boycott YouTube, why don't we kill time creating art?
Let's bring back Dark Fic October!
This autumn, look through your backlog of fic ideas, pick the one with the darkest and most disturbing themes, finish it out, and post it up!
wyllstarion for comfort
i love enemy caretakers. people who shouldnt be helping the injured person but their morals just wont let them stand by. a soldier patching up an opposing soldier even knowing it might put their own life at risk. a criminal talking down a gang leader to keep a detective from being killed or leaving them an anonymous tip to a dangerous situation. a vigilante keeping the person who wants to arrest them alive even if it increases the chance they get arrested. theres just so many great versions of enemy caretakers!!
It’s time to whump your favourite blorbos – Welcome to the Mercyfic Bingo Prompt Event of 2025!
What is Mercyfic?
At its core, the term ‘mercyfic’ denotes the trope where one character (The Wretched/ Sufferer/Whumpee) does not expect to receive a kindness from / expects to be hurt by another character(s) (The Mercyful/Caretaker) who has no intention of doing so. This expectation by the Sufferer may manifest due to a variety of reasons, including societal norms, past experience or an actual personal vendetta.
How the Mercyful chooses to extend that kindness will also affect the flavour of your mercyfic. For instance, a Mercyful who is appalled by whatever tragedy that has befallen the Sufferer and does their best to alleviate their stress will differ greatly from one who is apprehensive of the Sufferer due to past animosity but still has enough honour not to want Sufferer go through inhumane treatment or one who is completely ignorant to the stress that the Sufferer is sustaining until too late.
Simple TLDR: Character A expects Character B to do something bad to them, but Character B does not intend to do that to Character A.
Here are some examples of Mercyfics on a03:
Seeking Shelter by sphagnum
Wipe the ash from my eyes (so much more away) by PotatoLady
Leash by envysparkler
The Cold of Snow Refreshes the Soul by yelp
Jason Todd and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Decision by gunpowder_and_pearls
Rules for this Event
When: Now till the end of 2025
What: Any medium (art, fic, podfic etc) from any fandom with any rating is welcome! I only ask that you be sure to rate your works appropriately, and if you happen to be a minor, please be careful by selecting only the prompts that are suitable for your maturity levels.
Where to post: You may post your works here on tumblr, linking this account so that I can reblog your works. You may also post to this collection on AO3.
There is no obligation to finish all of the prompts. The bingo square is really just there for aesthetic purposes - pick and choose the prompts that you vibe with the most and have fun from there. But if you do feel like completing the squares, then by all means, have all the fun you want!
If there are any questions, feel free to send in an ask or dm this account. Happy writing!
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