#original whump

[whump-im-serious]

Reading the whump that I wrote when I was 13 is so funny now.

Like, what do you mean some 14 year old imaginary guy got shot three times in the chest and the totally not self-inserted 13 year old female protagonist treated him on her own in a hut in the woods having no medical knowledge whatsoever?..

And to make things worse he was fine in like two days.

I never knew how to make it last back then :)

[dedic4ted]

Kneeling...

...with a foot pressed on the back

...with a hand wrapped around the neck

...with fingers harshly grabbing the hair

...with a rope around the neck

KNEELING, MY FRIENDS

[seasaltandcopper]

"You don't know when to quit, do you?"

[melpomenelamusa]

A chair tale - Chimeras

~Special chapter~

CW: Pet whump, bound and gagged, muzzled, hurt/no comfort. A/N: Inspired by this amazing drawing from @sorrowful-hyacinth

Sirius tried to relax his posture. The collar tightened around his neck, tugging upward—not enough to strangle him, but enough to make every breath slightly harder. The thick leather muzzle did not help either, but biting down on the bit inside his mouth let him focus on sensations other than the countless ropes wrapped around his body, cutting off his circulation and binding him to the chair, or the claws of hunger tearing through him from within, as though his own guts were devouring themselves.

If anyone had ever asked Sirius for his opinion—which had never happened in almost ten years—he would have said this was completely insane, utterly ridiculous; but to Graus, his owner, it made perfect sense.

"What have I told you about following the rules?" the man said, feigning calm despite his icy blue eyes burning with fury. He had caught Sirius resting on one of his luxurious upholstered chairs, part of a new dining set he had imported a few weeks earlier from the other side of the globe. "Animals are not allowed on the furniture."

Sirius tried to explain himself. Foolishly, because it was obvious no one would listen when he was barely allowed to speak. He had only been sitting there for a few seconds!

"Since you enjoy sitting on chairs so much," Graus declared, "I hope you enjoy your stay here for the next eight hours."

How much time had already passed? Locked inside that windowless room, empty except for the hard wooden chair and himself, there was no way to know for certain, but if he had to guess, judging by the hunger gnawing at him, at least two mealtimes must have already passed.

Struggling was pointless. There were enough ropes to immobilize a wild tiger, winding around his arms and legs while cinching tightly across his chest. Graus truly enjoyed exaggerating his punishments, always boasting about having "a firm hand."

He spent the following hours drifting in and out of dissociation until the door finally opened and his owner stepped inside.

"Did you learn your lesson?" he asked, stopping in front of him with a faint smile.

As best he could, Sirius tried to nod and make a confirming sound behind the muzzle.

"Good."

The man ordered someone to untie the boy before dragging him back to his cage.

"This is where you belong," he said in farewell, slamming the barred door shut. He did not lock it, that was part of the test, one Sirius had no intention of failing again. Instead, he curled into himself and hugged his old pillow. It smelled faintly of sweat and worn laundry soap, but to him it was the closest thing to peace he had ever had. His body ached from hours in the same agonizing position, and despite his empty stomach, it did not take long before he fell asleep.

He never went near another chair after that.

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[paintedshell-hermitcrab]

remembered Living Weapon (Shale) must’ve been used at some point, so here’s a prompt clip about that:

“I’ve—the Weapon has killed people,” telepathic (canine) Living Weapon says. Doesn’t look at Caretaker. “The Weapon has tortured people. The Weapon knows exactly what someone’s mind looks like when it’s about to break, the Weapon knows how to make a death painful, and the Weapon knows how to track down escapees.”

Caretaker sits on the floor with their back against their bed, facing its nest of pillows and fluffy star blankets. Facing it.

They sigh. “I read your file, kid. I know.”

“No. If you knew, you wouldn’t—”

“Doctor has watched the tapes. Every last one. Even the ones they think I shouldn’t watch.”

Weapon stares at them. Doctor has been nothing but gentle with it since it got there. They’ve only gotten gentler. If they watched everything, they should know how much it can handle. How much it takes for it to listen—

“Kid?”

It clamps its mouth shut. Stops whining.

“C’mere, kid.” Caretaker reaches a hand out, petting it when it comes into range. Letting it curl up on their lap. “Look at me. The tapes I haven’t watched aren’t the ones where you torture people.

“They’re the ones where you’re crying.”

[whump-since-2010]

Puppet Update!

Over the past few months, i've been a little tired, but progress is going well. The story is being outlined, but the characters and concepts are being finalized. Puppet, or hopefully now better known as: The Red String

Will likely be coming to tumblr (and maybe ao3) sometime sooon! I would really appreciate it if you would spread the word or show this to Moots who you think would be interested in it! I would love interaction and making friends if anyone would like to say hello or to know more. (This is my first time making a web series, go easy on me ;3)

Genres: Modern Hurt/Comfort

Themes: Love, Perserverance, Freedom, Family, Personal Worth, Jesus

POV: Third (Limited)

Plot Structure: Hero's Journey

Status: OUT! IT'S OUT NOW! RAHHHHHH GO READ IT PLEASE! IT'S JUST STARTING!!!

TWs: Swearing, Substance abuse: Drug & Alcohol, Death, Grief, Violence, Murder, Torture, Ownership/abuse, Mental health, Depression, Suicide mention, Suicide attempt, Medical trauma

[Synopsis and characters below the cut]

Synopsis

Knives and targets, blood and tears. A Shadow, a chameleon in the crowds of the nobles, a hundred identities, a hundred faces. But he knows only one name as his own, Puppet. That’s what she calls him. The woman who owns his every thought. Lady Eilene Hallon. Her wish is his movement, her life is his breath. Not a person, but a possession. 026. The Northwing Facility’s newest weapon. And as long as 026 can remember, that’s all he’s ever been. A life lived in a ditch, the constant taste of blood and lingering agony of Eilene's rage. Pulling himself back to his feet, alone.

Raised since childhood for the scope of a gun, 026 should know better than to feel remorse for his prey. After all, that's all they are. Prey. But the blood on the walls and the screams for mercy haunt him, his only semblance of freedom found in high nights and Dreary mornings. Everything slowly goes from bad, to worse as 026 begins to lose his grip on everything that kept him sane. Until he fails. His target leaves alive. And Eilene is furious.

Tortured for half the evening and left to die, 026 accepted that he would, ready to meet the darkness with one last sigh, anything would be better than this. Until he wakes up, temporarily blind with a couple dozen broken bones in a place he doesn't recognize and people he doesn't trust.

Eve, the farmer's daughter who fished him out of the alleyway and hauled him home. Cole, the easily-excitable little boy with a lot of questions and an empty space in his life for a protector. Iris, the matriarch and the watcher who waits for 026 to prove himself to her. Lucian, the friendly church book-keeper and retired Therapist. And the Watchful eyes of a God 026 never believed in, whispering that his life has a purpose, and it's not his time to die just yet.

Characters

#026 - Puppet - Male - 26 yrs old - Mixed Ethnicity/Biracial - ISTP

A Young man raised for as long as he can remember to believe he was a weapon, taught to supress himself for his job, but bits of his spite and grief still poke through. Defiant and angry with a wild streak. This causes him to often lose control of his emotions and abuse any substance he can get his hands on to cope with his situation.

Likes: Strawberries, sushi, Applesauce, Dopamine highs, Darts, Knife throwing, Vanilla, Soft Orange colors, Dawn

Dislikes: Being called out, Sudden loud noises, Specifically red dice, Grease, Mud & Dirt, Complete silence

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Lady Eilene Hallon - Whumper - Female - 41 yrs old - Greek - ESTJ

A charismatic Noblewoman with a penitent for blood and violence, she has high-expectations and little patience for mistakes. Her favorite toy is of course, #026, who conveniently gets rid of all of her problems for her

Likes: Things being quick and easy, Rich flavors, red wine, The colors Red and Blue, Night, Stars, Silence

Dislikes: Slow processes, Failure, The color orange, Fish, Birds, Most flowers, Loud noises, Swearing

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Evelyn (Eve) Sparrow - Caretaker - Female - 24 years old - Caucasian - ESFP

A Sweet young woman who recently moved back into town from college to help her aging mother on the farm and care for her siblings. She's generally a very happy girl with a heart of gold who tries her best but sometimes misjudges the situation.

Likes: Vegetables, Sunsets and Sunrises, Cooking, Reading, Picnics, Rain, Helping people, Dresses, Cakes

Dislikes: Complete silence, the city, clubs, neon lights, sharp objects, spiders, Lying, Broken glass

Taglist:

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[softvampirewhump]

Royal whumpee captured by another royal

[inhurtandincomfort]

Forsaken Propaganda

-Transmasc whumpee!!

-Aroace whumpee!

-Fantasy mafia

--Asshole whumpee!! He cares a lot but he's also a prick and we love him for it

-Whumpee is also other people's whumper

-Whumpee living in a constant state of stress never sure whether to comply or defy

-Stoic whumpee, feelings are an awful weakness (whichmakesitsomuchbetterwhenhebreaks)

-multiple whumpers. seriously this guy has so many whumpers

-Magic!! And magic whump!!

-Lab whump and living weapon whump and living battery whump

-Also noncon/nsfwhump BUT you can mostly avoid it I give full CWs dw dw (I have an adult blog for more in depth stuff pls join me if you're into it [and are an adult])

-Whumpee who had a life before all of this!! He knows this isn't a normal way to live!!

-But still fully believes he deserves it :( And that this is the only way for him to live :((

-Guilt ridden morally grey whumpee <3

-whumpee forsaken by everyone!! An outlaw with no legal protection! Literally abandoned by the gods! Everyone thinking he deserves it!

-Whumpee who stays with whumper because he truly believes there is nothing better for him (and given his status in society. that's a reasonable belief.)

-But there WILL be better things. Eventually.

-Whumpee making things worse for himself

-Whumpers with Tragic Backstories (ily Jowan)

-Jealous whumper :3

-Whumpers who are just trying to do their job, man

-Size differences seriously look at Eldwin compared to Nels and Clyde

-Messy recovery arc we're not there yet but it's gonna be sooooo messy this guy is so fucked up in ways I cannot even explain

-A whole Fantasy world!! We have ~lore~

-Multiple caretakers!

-Whumpee who does not like being cared for

-Childhood best friend guilt ridden caretaker

-and we-have-very-different-morals-and-my-sacred-vows-mean-I-should-kill-you caretaker!!

-Whumpee who doesn't believe they deserve kindness but is SO painfully desperate for it and will attach himself to people that hurt him because they were nice one (1) time

-And will hate himself for it!! Feelings are BAD ew how dare I want something nice in my shitty life how disgusting

-Found family!!

-Also blood family angst

-and religious flavoured angst. but like. Fantasy.

-Lots and lots and lots of hurt but there will be eventual comfort <3 I promise <3

If this sounds like fun read Forsaken 😇