It's a whump blog. SFW basically. I tag everything for easy traveling. header image by moonlight-crystal, link provided if you ask (game is ffxv, character is prompto argentum)
• How To Train Your Dragon (movies and TV series except for the 3rd movie until i buy it lol)
Upcoming:
• Princess Mononoke
• Generator Rex
• Motor City
• Voltron Legendary Defender
This is all subject to change, but as of now this is my current plan. I am also working on making gifs for animated whump, cause I know we have a shortage!
Summary - "Come back soon, okay" were the last words Viktor heard from Jayce before returning to his lab in the undercity, leaving his blanket-turned-cloak behind with him with the promise that he'd get it next time. the next time Viktor saw Jayce, the man was bleeding, broken, and dying.
or, Jayce is a victim is a bombing and Viktor tries to save him.
Relationships - Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends), Isha (Arcane: League of Legends) & Jinx (League of Legends), Jinx & Viktor (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Jayce (League of Legends)
Tags - Whump, Gore, Blood and Gore, Blood and Injury, Broken Bones, Amputation, Medical Inaccuracies, Medical Procedures, Bombs, Explosions, Jayce Whump (League of Legends), Jayce is a Sweetheart (League of Legends), Hurt Jayce (League of Legends), Hurt/Comfort, Hurt Viktor (League of Legends), Viktor Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Jayce Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Major Character Injury, Fluff, Angst, Machine Herald Viktor (League of Legends), First Kiss, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence
Word Count - 4,574
Read On AO3
Notes: hello everyone I'm back with more sadness and gore!! I actually haven't written gore in a very long time so I'm hoping I haven't lost my touch lol
This fic is based off of this post by @naviamarigolds so go check out their stuff! I'll be real I only got the idea from them, so this isn't the actual context for that post, just what I made out of it!
this is also set in an au where Viktor learned what he was actually doing sooner, so he didn't go full "I want to evolve the world," and shut down his commune and instead made a business of making prosthetics for those who needed it. he also replaced most of the hexcore with his own parts, so he looks more like the classic machine herald. Also Jinx and Isha are both alive! and everything with Noxus was resolved similarly to how it was in canon, just with no machine herald there. Mel is in charge of Piltover, having taken over from Caitlyn, who still holds a grudge against Jinx.
Viktor is sponsored by Sevika, who is the current leader of Zaun, so he's friends with Jinx and Isha as well. Zaun is also trying to get full independence, instead of just a seat on the council.
Jayce didn't go to the other universe in this au since Viktor
resolved things with the hexcore on his own, so he still looks the same as he did at the start of the season. He and Viktor also don't have their rivalry like in league, and just haven't talked since Viktor left. Viktor is kind of like the boogeyman of Zaun, cause he still seems pretty creepy.
anyways, please enjoy your whump and gore <3
Viktor stalked through the halls of the academy, his footsteps leaving metallic clangs in his wake that he tried to muffle. He peeked around corners and paused in front of every door he passed, waiting for an enforcer to spot him and raise the alarm.
He wasn’t exactly welcome in Piltover anymore, not that he had done anything wrong. Illegal, very likely, but nothing wrong. He had left of his own accord, when he woke up from the hexcore, when he was brought back from the dead.
However, he doubted he would be recognized, the hulking form of metal that he was now. Several times enforcers had attacked him just for being near the bridge, labeling him a monster, the superstitious fools.
He had spent a short amount of time in his commune, before it ended rather abruptly as he started to realize what the hexcore was truly doing. He had then gotten to work replacing the hexcore’s parts with his own and trying to free the few people he had cured, to no use.
He had only been able to turn more people away before he ended up killing them and being labeled as a miracle worker. He still shuddered from the thought of it all, even though it had been several months since it had happened.
He had certainly violated the ethos by now, and the stingy Piltover elites would never allow him back into their fine, golden city. He was perfectly fine being in Zaun, where he could actually help people with making different prosthetics.
The only problem was that he didn’t have the proper supplies to make or power them. He didn’t want people to have to rely on shimmer forever, and he knew there was another powersource that would work just as well, perhaps even better, though it was much more difficult to come by.
He just hoped this would be a quick excursion. If he was lucky, no one would ever know he was there.
Jayce was never one to stay up as late as Viktor, and it was roughly two in the morning. He still remembered the times that Jayce would coax him to go home, sometimes having to bribe him sweetmilk that he promised to get the next day.
Jayce especially didn’t stay up late when it was winter, and snow was dusting the ground outside. He would be at home, comfortable in his bed with the curtains closed tightly so he wouldn’t have to think about the weather that most rejoiced in.
Viktor had wholly expected the lab to be empty of nothing but new projects and memories. That was why he used the key he had never been able to make himself throw out. That was why he swung the door so carelessly open. That was why when he opened it, he was met with the mercury hammer charged and aimed at his face.
His eyes widened behind his mask, and he charged the hexclaw on instinct. He flinched back as he awaited the strike of the blast, closing his eyes to prepare for the light.
He was instead met with a loud thud as the hammer dropped to the ground. When he looked back, he saw Jayce’s surprised face, his eyes looking over every inch of his body in confusion.
“Viktor?” The man gasped. Because of course he would recognize Viktor. Of course when he heard of a man that was more machine and gave out medical treatment and prosthetics for free, he knew it had been Viktor.
“I don’t understand, what are you doing here?” Jayce asked, exhaustion leaking into his voice. He looked disheveled, his hair a mess, likely from running his hand through it repeatedly. Viktor supposed it was nice to know that Jayce still had his nervous tics.
“I thought you were done with… Piltover?” Jayce finished, pausing as if he were unsure. Viktor wondered what all he had wanted to say, to ask. He guessed he would have plenty of time to find out. He doubted he would be leaving this lab anytime soon, now that he had another reason to be here than just theft.
Viktor rubbed his thumb over the top of the mug of sweetmilk he had been given, because of course Jayce still had a million packets of the stuff. It made Viktor’s heart clench in ways he couldn’t describe.
He cleared his throat before speaking, knowing that what he was about to say would hurt Jayce much more than it would hurt him.
“I needed some supplies,” He muttered sheepishly, his voice distorted through his mask. “I did not think you would be here.” he looked down at the mug. He didn’t want to see the hurt on Jayce’s face at the admission.
He was instead met with a bark of a laugh. He blinked at the man, who looked strangely smug.
“Are you joking?” He asked, humor lacing his tone, and maybe something more, “I’ve hardly left the lab in the past few months.” He waved his hand to the side at the absurdity.
Viktor’s lips pressed together in a firm line. That information was… strangely worrying. He thought he would have been past this by now, but something about seeing Jayce after so long made something in his chest ache.
“The Piltover elite still treating you as their personal scientist?” he asked, trying to play into the joke as he continued to interrogate Jayce.
“Do they ever stop?” Jayce grumbled. He leaned against his desk, placing a hand on it to steady him. There was a thick exhaustion in his features that seemed inextricably wrong about Jayce.
Oh dear, he was fairing far worse than Viktor thought he would be. He had honestly thought that being without Viktor would be a burden lifted. That he would no longer have to worry about dealing with investors that refused to acknowledge him, or his failing health, or his grumpy demeanor.
It seemed Viktor had made many incorrect assumptions in these past few months.
“So,” Jayce continued, “how have you been? I’ve heard about Zaun’s new infamous Machine Herald.” He added sarcastically with a wave of his hand and a roll of his eyes. Viktor let out a huff. It seemed they were both now subjected to the pains of fame.
“I help who I can, but I fear I’m more of a boogeyman than a doctor.” He was not lost on the irony of that, of becoming much like Singed in that regard. At least Viktor wanted to help people more than he wanted to help progress.
“Well at least you’re helping someone who needs it.” Jayce grumbled, then snapped his mouth shut as if he hadn’t meant to say it aloud.
Viktor felt something unpleasant curl in his gut. He couldn’t help but think that while Viktor had been helping people, Jayce had been making weapons on Piltover’s whims.
“Anyway.” Jayce cleared his throat, “I’m guessing you don’t want to spend more time here than you have too, What did you need?” he asked, surprisingly getting down to business. His tone sounded pained, though.
He supposed Jayce was right that he didn’t want to stay long, but something urged him to prolong this time that he would have with his old partner. He was reminded by what he had said before, that affection had held them together, even though they had long before gone on different paths. He knew much of that affection, at least on his part, still lingered.
“It can wait,” He decided, placing his mug down and standing. Jayce blinked at him as he took quick strides towards the other man. Before he could fully think about what he was doing, he pulled Jayce into a hug.
He had never been a tactile man, even less so after so many implants and augmentations done to his body, but he knew Jayce longed for an amicable touch, and who was he to say no to him (even though Jayce hadn’t asked, or even reached out to him like he used to)?
He pulled away and placed his hands on Jayce’s shoulders. The other man held a look of confusion on his face that made Viktor chuckle.
“You’re taller than me.” He realized as his face turned suddenly serious. Viktor blinked in surprise and let out a huff. “Why are you taller now?” He asked rhetorically. Viktor rolled his eyes.
“My evolution has many perks.” He answered with a laugh. He drew away from Jayce as the latter scoffed at Viktor’s words.
Viktor took the moment to look over Jayce once again. He looked skinnier than he had been before, and he couldn’t help but notice the dark shadows under his eyes. Call him hypocritical, but he felt a wave of annoyance at seeing how much Jayce was clearly overworking himself.
“So,” Viktor said, cutting through the silence he hadn’t realized had started to fester, “what is the council making you do now?” It was probably uncouth of him to ask, being a Zaunite that could greatly benefit from the information, but Jayce didn’t seem to mind. Though, he might have simply not realized.
Jayce’s face fell and he looked to the side, not looking at the eyes of Viktor’s mask. Viktor’s brow furrowed at the quick change of mood.
“More weapons.” Jayce admitted quietly. Viktor couldn’t help the way his nose scrunched in both annoyance and disgust. “I’m trying to stall, but they've got a noose around my neck.” He added.
It was relieving to hear that, that Jayce was still fighting for his dream to stay what it used to be, but it was still tarnished nonetheless.
“But- uh- I’ve been trying to make a water purifier, for Zaun,” He added, almost sheepishly. That made Viktor’s mood lighten, to know that he was fighting against the council in more ways than one.
“That’s good,” He said, “thank you.”
“‘Course.” Jayce mumbled.
The night went on with few other things of note. They talked about their respective projects, reminisced on old times, and so on and so forth. Viktor still longed for things to be that simple again, but knew he was ultimately doing more good in Zaun than he ever had in Piltover.
Maybe he just longed for the company again. Though, things would never be the same. Jayce seemed to have changed just as much as Viktor had in these past few months. There were clearly some subjects he shouldn’t broach. Worryingly enough, one of which was of his mother.
When he asked about Ximena Talis, he was met with Jayce’s face falling and a small shake of his head. Viktor wasn’t sure if that meant she had passed or if her health was taking a turn for the worse. Either way, his mechanical heart stung as he heard it, and he couldn’t help but reach out to Jayce and squeeze his hand.
The other man had quickly changed the subject, asking Viktor about his augmentations.
At another point, he noticed Jayce shivering. He knew it must have been fairly cold in the lab, the room had never been particularly warm and the weather certainly didn’t help. He silently unclipped his cloak from around his shoulders and draped it over Jayce, who only paused a moment before continuing in his rant about the latest arrogant investors.
By the time the sun was rising, they had been sat on the couch for a long time, leaning very close into each other’s space. Viktor couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy it, feeling the familiar thrill of being in such close proximity to Jayce.
Some things would never change. He couldn’t help but be glad of that.
“You should probably get going, it'll be difficult to not be spotted soon enough.” Jayce said reluctantly. Viktor hummed silently. He still needed what he came here for, and he truly didn’t know how Jayce would react to his request.
“I still need-”
“You can take the hexgems, Viktor,” Jayce interrupted quietly, “as many as you need.” he offered, the young sunlight bouncing off his eyes making him seem so much more earnest.
Viktor could only stare at him a moment, mouth agape. He didn’t think he’d ever be so grateful to have the mask than he was now.
Of course he would know that Viktor needed the hexgems, they would be the only thing he would risk coming back here for. Anything else he could find in the undercity or make on his own. He couldn’t help but feel excited to know that Jayce still held him in such high regard.
If only he knew what Viktor had done in those first few weeks on his own. If only he knew what the hexcore had done to his mind and the minds of those he healed. Then again, Jayce certainly had his fair share of regrets, and Viktor had not been able to stay mad at Jayce for long.
Viktor nodded silently, freeing himself from his stupor. He got up and took a few hexgems from their case, leaving enough for it to not be suspicious if anyone fairly smart saw some were gone.
Then Viktor turned towards Jayce, ready to say his goodbyes for however long it would be before they saw each other again.
Jayce looked solemn, a deep sadness in his eyes that Viktor wished he wasn’t the cause for.
“I- enjoyed this,” Viktor admitted, no longer able to meet Jayce’s eyes. He might never leave if he looked at them a moment longer. “Thank you.”
“Me too, it was nice to see you again, Viktor.” Jayce agreed, his voice so unbearably soft. He said Viktor’s name with such reverence, and it always seemed like he didn’t know he was doing it.
Viktor clenched his teeth as Jayce hugged him tightly before moving past him back to his desk.
He was about to do something he would regret, surely.
“Oh, wait, don’t you want your blanket-”
Before Jayce could finish, Viktor surged forward. His mask opened up into two plates, separating to reveal his face. He placed a hand on the back of Jayce’s neck and pushed him forward so their lips could meet.
Viktor closed his eyes as he kissed Jayce, reveling in the taste and feel of him. He suppressed a shudder when Jayce gasped.
Any moment now, surely, Jayce would push him away. He’d push him away and that would be the final string cut that ended their friendship for good.
But if this was the end, Viktor wanted to leave without any regrets.
He pushed against Jayce's lips, his mouth parting slightly as he took in a breath. He ran his fingers through Jayce’s hair, waiting for the inevitable.
Instead, Jayce pushed back. Jauce pushed back, his lips slotting more comfortably against Viktor’s. Jayce’s hands went to Viktor’s waste and he felt denial travel through his entire being.
In the end, it was Viktor who pulled away first, leaving a stunned Jayce in his wake. His face was flushed and the back of his neck felt hot where Viktor’s hand still rested. He was staring at Viktor like had hung the stars.
Viktor smiled earnestly down at him. Maybe he wouldn’t have to worry about regrets after all, maybe this would not be the end.
“Keep it, it was yours after all.” Viktor whispered, talking about the blanket. Though, by the looks of things, Jayce had no idea what he was talking about until Viktor chuckled and pulled the fabric tighter around Jayce’s shoulders.
“I’ll come back for it.” Viktor promised. He hadn’t meant to ever come back after this, and likely would have if Jayce had been asleep at home like he had thought he would have been. Now, though, he was already planning when the most opportune moment to sneak back here would be.
Jayce stared for a moment longer before looking bashfully away. Viktor’s smile only grew at the sight.
“Well, I’ll keep it safe until then.” Jayce said, looking back up at Viktor with a small, sheepish smile. His cheeks looked pink.
“Come back soon, okay?”
The next time Viktor saw Jayce, it was not in the lab. It was in a dirty old building in the promenade with leaders from both Piltover and Zaun surrounding a large stone table. They were supposedly peace negotiations, but Viktor had long since realized that neither side really wanted peace.
Viktor had long since made a name for himself in the undercity, and was deemed important enough to be present at this meeting. He doubted he would have much of a chance to speak, and suspected he was here as an intimidation tactic.
Jayce, he noticed, had a similar role. He stood a bit behind Miss Merdarda, with his mercury hammer resting beside him. It would be easily reachable if a fight were to break out, but his nervous frown told Viktor that he was hoping to avoid that.
Viktor was glad to know that Jayce had kept his word on resigning from the council. It was easier to not be mad at him that way, even if a bit of resentment still lingered. Most of it had been washed away in their meeting, anyway.
“We’ve told you already, counselor,” Sevika started, spitting out “councilor” as if it were poison. “We want independence, true independence from Piltover.” she said forcefully. She had been the most known spokesperson for Zaun since Silco’s passing.
Many had said that it was because she was his right hand, but Viktor had witnessed it himself how she took the throne from the other chem barons. He shuddered as he remembered Jinx’s very detailed description of Smeech’s death, along with Isha’s excited gesturing.
The two had visited Viktor’s lab often, and he was grateful for the company. Jinx’s energy and Isha’s innocence were a nice change from the usual gloomy mood of his lab. He was glad that he had asked Sevika to help sponsor him and his work; he was sure the other Chembarons would not have been anywhere near as kind nor lenient as the woman had been.
“I understand,” Mel answered, sounding strained, “but you have to realize that that is a very difficult thing to do. You must make laws, understand how to lead and know who you can trust to give important positions.” She listed, raising a finger for each point she made.
“I think I can trust my people more than your council,” Sevika spat. Viktor pressed his lips in a thin line, he wasn’t sure these peace negotiations would stay peaceful for much longer.
Abruptly, the Kirammin girl slammed her hands onto the table. The entire room startled at the bang that echoed.
“None of this matters!” She declared, her lips drawing back in a snarl, “there cannot be peace while Jinx runs rampant!”
Viktor grit his teeth. He had hoped that, after the girl’s help in defeating Noxus, this discussion would be over. He supposed he shouldn’t have been so optimistic.
Mel looked annoyed, her smile much more forced. He couldn’t help but smirk at seeing the councilor squirm. Caitlyn was out of line, but Mel couldn’t reprimand her in any way without looking like she can’t control her own people.
“Too bad,” Sevika responded, not sounding sorry at all, “we don’t hand over our own.” She declared, standing firm in her principles. Viktor couldn’t help but feel that, out of the options, she would be the best to lead Zaun.
He would advocate for the firelights; Ekko was a good leader, but he was still young and deserved to live his life in peace. Besides, most of the undercity was still loyal to Silco and his principles, and wouldn’t accept such a drastic change to the Firelights’ ways.
Caitlyn sneered at Sevika, her hands curling into fists. Viktor raised the hexclaw, just enough for it to be known as a threat, but not enough for it to start a fight. Caitlyn glanced up at Viktor, then looked away angrily. She stepped back for Mel to take the lead again.
As she was speaking, Viktor glanced back at Jayce. The man was still fidgeting, wringing his hands silently. He might’ve spent time on the council, but Viktor knew he had never truly enjoyed nor been good at it. Peace negotiations must be a far stretch than what he was used to.
He suppressed a small chuckle when Jayce glanced at him and then away again. Maybe he was nervous about something else entirely. Viktor hoped he would be able to talk to Jayce before they had to leave. Maybe tonight would be a good time to visit again?
As he thought, a small ticking sound started to come to his attention. He hadn’t noticed a clock when they walked in, and this building had been thoroughly abandoned. Someone would have surely come and ransacked the place by how old and run down it looked.
He ignored the sound for a bit. However, now that he noticed it he couldn’t ignore it. He glanced around the room, but found no plausible source for the noise.
He startled as the Kirammin girl started yelling again. She had approached the table again and was glaring daggers at Sevika. It was drowning out the small noise for a moment, but he adjusted his sensors and made it louder to his ears alone.
It sounded like it was coming from the middle of the room. It seemed to have sped up as well. It was alarmingly fast.
Jayce stepped forward and placed a hand on Caitlyn's shoulder, trying to calm her down. The other man’s eyes widened at the same time Viktor realized what was about to happen.
He started to yell as Jayce pushed Caitlyn back and shielded her with his own body. Then there was a flash and a loud boom.
Viktor was thrown back into the door behind him. Something flew at his face from the blast, further banging his head against the wall. His vision darkened.
Viktor was unsure how long it had been before he opened his eyes again. Half of his vision was of yellow flashing lights through the glowing eyes of his mask, and the other was what anyone else would see.
At the moment, that was smoke and embers.
He staggered up to his feet, a hand on the wall to hold himself up. His body ached and his head was pounding. He would need to do several repairs once he got back to his lab.
Taking a proper look around, he was met with several wooden support beams having fallen onto the ground, along with all of the other rubble. Sevika was helping people get out, using her mechanical arm to lift a beam off of Caitlyn’s shoulder.
The girl cried out as the pressure was lifted off of her. Her arm looked out of socket, the poor girl. Sevika pulled her to her feet and guided her out the door, walking past Viktor. She paused when she made it to him, a conflicted look on her face.
“More people need help. I already got all our people out, but the Pilties…” She trailed off, biting her lip as she glanced at Caitlyn, “I don’t know how many dead yet, if any.” She warned. Viktor felt a lump form in his throat.
If there were any dead, peace would never happen. This would surely be blamed on Zaun, even if it was just a rogue wanting to take power for themselves. Clearly, both sides were targeted. Viktor doubted much of Piltover would see it that way.
He made his way through the rubble, his breathing hard. He came to Miss Medarda, who seemed mostly unharmed, other than a few scrapes and bruises. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of Deja Vous.
Surely that would mean that she protected the rest of her people as much as she could have as well. Surely that would mean there wouldn’t be too many injuries. She was a powerful mage, surely everyone would be fairly unharmed.
“Miss Medarda,” Viktor said, helping her to stand by grabbing her arm and pulling her up. “I trust you were able to use your magic to prevent as many injuries as possible?” He assumed. He arched a brow, then morphed his face back to neutrality once he remembered that most of his mask was missing.
Mel was silent. She did not meet his gaze. Viktor’s brow furrowed.
“Mel?” He asked.
“I didn’t have enough time.” She whispered, “I- I don’t know if he-”
Viktor had already left the woman before she finished talking. He cursed himself internally as dread boiled in his gut.
He rushed through the remains of the burning building. Smoke was starting to fill up his vision and he suppressed a cough. His eyes were watering and he blinked away the stinging smoke.
He crouched under a wooden beam that had fallen and was now propper up against the wall. Viktor felt his mechanical heart stop once he surveyed the new area.
Jayce was there, laying on his side, his back turned towards Viktor. There was blood pooling around his head where it was propped up uncomfortably against a piece of rubble.
Viktor couldn’t hear anything over the sound of his breathing and the thudding of his heart. He didn’t think he could even blink as he staggered over to where he lay.
“Jayce?” He rasped once he got closer. He tried again after there was no answer, this time louder. Nothing. He didn’t move, didn’t turn, didn’t even flinch.
Viktor collapsed to his knees, a metallic thud ringing out. He placed a hand on Jayce's shoulder, shaking it desperately. He turned Jayce onto his back, a wave of nausea washing over him as he did so.
Half of his disturbingly serene face (it could have looked like he was just sleeping) was covered in blood, and more gushed out from a wound in his head. He glanced up to see a large piece of stone was bloodied a bit away from him. It must have hit him in the blast.
Looking down again, Viktor saw that Jayce’s arm was twisted strangely. He gagged as he saw Jayce’s elbow, twisted in the exact opposite way that it should be, with a bone poking through the skin.
He shut his eyes tightly, fighting to breathe. When he opened them again, his vision was blurry with tears. Viktor grit his teeth and blinked them away. A few droplets fell onto Jayce’s chest.
Continuing his panicked survey, Viktor ran his hands over Jayce’s torso. The man made no reaction. Viktor bit into his trembling lip. He was just unconscious. He was just unconscious. He would wake up, albeit in pain and likely never the same, but he would wake up.
When Viktor moved his analysis to Jayce's legs, his heart shattered into a million pieces. Impossibly so, Jayce’s leg was the worst part of his injuries.
With blackening vision, dark spots dancing in his eyes, Viktor took in the burnt flesh, oozing blood, the stained bone. He took in the way that some chunks of it were burnt to a crisp, dark and flaky, and other parts were too covered in blood for him to see if it was the same story.
He didn’t want to see anymore.
Jayce’s left leg, from the knee down, was gone.
End Notes: how funny would it be if I just didn't write the next chapter (I'm not that evil lol… unless…)
anyways, hope you enjoyed your gore! i will say, I've only written like three kiss scenes ever so I'm not at all good at them, so sorry if that scene made you cringe a little lol. I write gore and angst here, not kissy kissy smooch times
I am also once again asking everyone to help me manifest another snow day! tuesday's the goal this time, but wednesday works too lol
tysm for reading, I try to reply to any comment I can so please feel free to leave your thoughts <3
SO annoyed that Netflix is stingy and doesn't let me screenshot frames, someone else will need to get the 6x06 first end credits sketch so I can compare it to totk Zelink
the general idea is this: zag is kidnapped by a surface cult who think his blood will give them eternal life, and persephone is the only one who can go far enough afield to find him.
(per wikipedia: goddess of spring, flowers, death, life, vegetation and destruction)
(Eh, this is vent art + me practicing Hunter's new hairdo + making use of movie/TV scenes that keep repeating in my head, y'all get to suffer with me) Belos tries to punish my two faves one last time: the one who defied him the most with wild magic, and the nephew who turned against him.
When the others know that Whumpee has been overworking to exhaustion, but they don’t realize just how much so until they go out of their way to rearrange the schedule/turn off the alarms and Whumpee ends up staying asleep for like seventeen+ hours
This is a roll call, I'm very curious too see how many Whump Blogs their is on the hellsite.
If you're an active Whump blog would you please take a moment to interact with this post to also help people find other Whump Blogs and possibly make some new friends along the way!
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