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There is a special place in hell for all the people behind these bot attacks that harm AO3 and the communities we built.
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A reminder that Archive of Our Own is not Instagram or TikTok. It isn’t run by a big company with money and power. The site is a non-profit site run by volunteers (fans), for fans. And its main purpose is to bring people within the same fandom together and connect artists with audiences who would love and appreciate these artists’ works. It’s the only platform without any ads, without any censorship, without any of these capitalism bullshit. It doesn’t make users pay for any features and the only source of money they get, to keep the site up and running, is through donations. It’s literally a safe place for every fandom.
To think that it’s a target just because it’s easier to attack than those huge companies is just so sad.
Not to mention that there are so many genuine guest users out there (people who aren’t logged in / don’t have an AO3 account), and these people are directly affected by this whole thing, because they are no longer able to comment and connect with their favorite creators — and this still affects creators directly because I know for a fact that getting comments and being able to connect with their audience mean the world to them. I don’t blame AO3 for disabling guest comments altogether.
I do blame and curse the fuckers behind these bot attacks though.
If you try to sabotage AO3, out of all the other platforms out there, you are pathetic. You’re not just attacking a small, independent company, you’re trying to tear apart people’s communities and safe place. Disrespectfully, fuck you. Burn in hell.
Mad respect to all the brave soldiers that are AO3 volunteers who work harder than god fighting these scums.
I know these brave soldiers will win in the end (they always did, this isn’t their first battle, mind you), but in the meantime I’m sending them all my love and respect. They truly are the heroes.
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letitbehurt · 2 days
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Whumpee slips a note into a stranger’s palm, hoping they’ll understand the cry for help hastily scribbled on the scrap of paper.
But the stranger only smirks and hands the note to Whumper. “You should watch them a little closer.”
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whumpypepsigal · 3 days
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Dune: Part Two (2024) “Chani, his body is fighting the poison and he needs your help.”
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ziptiesnfries · 3 days
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Whump dialogue
"You're still fighting me. You need to relax."
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afraidparade · 2 days
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i combined these two asks because i thought it was funny. congrats on the collaboration anons
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foundfamilywhump · 16 hours
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hand-shaped bruises. bracelets of finger imprints on wrists, branded on shoulders or throats or hips. the lack of plausible deniability. the way anyone seeing it can tell something Happened. someone who cares sees it and there’s no hiding the ongoing whump anymore. the photographs memorializing it. the moment a sleeve slips and a friend or coworker or roommate asks “whoa, what happened?”
just. the obviousness of it. the distinctness of it. hand-shaped bruises my beloved.
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The whumpee didn’t have anyone to help or comfort them, and the whumper had made sure of it. The whumpee would be left alone, shivering while laying on their own blood, begging for anyone to come in and just comfort them, for someone to warm them in their ice cold cell.
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jordanstrophe · 3 days
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Cw: vengful caretaker, whumper turned whumpee
Caretaker wrenched whumper's head up by the hair and held a photo to their face.
"Have you seen them? Are they here?" Caretaker hissed. Whumper scoffed and spat blood at their feet.
"We have countless prisoners. Most of them would be unrecognizable by now." Whumper smiled with bloody teeth. "If you want one, take your pick. They're all the same now-" -Caretaker wrenched whumper's head back until they let out a grunt of pain.
"Have you ever cared about someone so much you would die for them? That you would kill for them?"
Caretaker held the picture closer.
"That's who this is to me. So do us both a favor, start talking."
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runby2 · 19 hours
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“babe, that fictional man is a grown ass adult and a bloodthirsty psychopath who unalives people for fun”
I know all that, but he has pretty eyes and a tragic backstory and if you’re mean to him, this is who you’re mean to by the way
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chokedraven · 3 days
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Yo guys
I'm coming up with new character, and I have an ABSOLUTE fat lump of ideas in my head and I like like, I wanna add them all but I can't
It will be a kind of medical/laboratory whump (classic) with a dash of fantasy, and I like it so far (like guyys, look, he's got wires under his eyes!!!)
Initially, it was actually planned as a small reference drawing, but God, I just added shadows under his eyes and he literally became dead inside, and it's so delicious
tell me your ideas about this! I'd like to know if it actually not just a useless piece of stuff I'm just doing over there
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martyr-inthedark · 2 days
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Whumpees who won't open their eyes
Whumpees who can't open their eyes
Whumpees whose eyes have been glued or sewn shut
Whumpees who are so used to being in the dark or in a blindfold that hospital lights, let alone sunlight, are too painful
Whumpees who close their eyes during a flash back
Whumpees who have missing or mutilated eyes
Whumpees who are blind or who have been blinded, and having to navigate freedom without being able to ground themselves visually
Whumpees who can no longer engage in their favorite hobbies because they required sight
Whumpees with night vision who can't see in broad daylight
Monster Whumpees with several eyes that are slowly being picked off by Whumper as if they were treating themselves to dessert
Whumpees with infected or swollen eyes or cataracts
Whumpees with chemical burns and scars over their eyes
Whumpees who have lost the ability to see.
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Whumpril Prompt #20
Touch Starved
TW:
Whumpee was alone.
Whumpee was nearly always alone now. Before, they had a life. They had friends. They even had a lover. But now, they were alone.
Unfortunately, there were times when they were not alone. It is unfortunate because the only times whumpee is not alone is when whumper is with them, and that is worse.
Whumper is a torturer. For fun. Who does that?
Whumper does the normal torture things, like cutting, and burning, and all the typical stuff. But their favorite is psychological torture. Whumpee is learning that the hard way.
In all the time that whumper has had whumpee, they have never touched, skin on skin. Whumper has always had a pole, or a whip, or something else similar. If they had to touch, whumper would wear thick, cold gloves.
And whumper never spoke. Whumpee found that out the hard way too. Speaking is not allowed. If whumpee speaks, they don’t get food for a week, and they are left in solitary. This happened so often in the beginning that when whumper finally came to let them out, whumpers face was like a terrible angel. Whumpee had never been so glad to see someone they hated so much.
All of this meant that when caretaker finally found whumpee, they didn’t believe it.
Whumpees door creaked open, and they looked blearily up from the floor. The light was bright behind the person, and all they could see was a silhouette.
The shadow walked slowly towards them, and their eyes adjusted to the light. This was not whumper.
Whumpee shrunk back into the corner, desperately afraid. They hadn’t seen someone other than whumper since before they were taken. They must be dead.
“Hey there,” the shadow said. Their voice was loud and grated against Whumpees ears. “I’m caretaker, what’s your name?”
Whumpee shook their head, eyes wide and frightened.
“That’s ok, you don’t have to tell me. Is it alright if I sit next to you?” Caretaker advanced.
Whumpee shrunk even further back, but caretaker was undeterred. They plopped down right in front of them, criss-cross-applesauce.
“I need to ask you some questions, but it’s ok if you don’t want to talk. Just nod yes or no, ok?” Caretaker assured.
Whumpee nodded.
“Have you been here a long time?”
Whumpee nodded.
“Have you been hurt?”
Whumpee nodded.
“Can we help you get out of here?”
Whumpee started. Get out of here? What do they mean, get out of here? That’s impossible. They tried. But… maybe these people knew how to? Speaking of that, how did caretaker even get in here in the first place? Who are these people? Maybe they aren’t with whumper after all; maybe they really do want to help them!
Whumpee slowly nodded. Caretaker smiled.
“Lovely. Can you stand?”
Whumpee shook their head. They hadn’t been able to stand up since whumper broke both of their legs.
“That’s ok, I can help you. Can I help you?” Caretaker was being awfully nice.
Whumpee nodded, and caretaker leaned over and took their hand.
Oh my. Caretaker was holding their hand. It was warm, and soft, and inviting. Whumpee was going to be sick. They pulled their hand back swiftly as if it had been burned, and cradled it to their chest.
“Oh, are you alright? Did I hurt you?” Caretaker was worried. For whumpee. Caretaker took their hand. And it felt good.
What was whumper going to do? Would they put them in solitary for weeks? Months? How much food would they get? Touching is definitely not allowed.
But before whumpee could keep stressing, they felt strong arms wrap around them.
Whumpee immediately tensed, freaking out. But it was so warm, and comforting, and soft.
Whumpee couldn’t do anything but melt into the feeling and allow caretaker to gently lift them up off the ground and carry them away.
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sicktember · 13 hours
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It's that time again, friends! The mods have assembled a new list of fun prompts for the upcoming Sicktember season. As always, there will be 30 prompts and 5 Alternative Prompts.
We will use polls again this year to allow you some say in two of the prompts. The first one will be posted over the next few days The second will be posted mid-May.
The official September 2024 Prompt list will be posted on Saturday, June 15th and we can't wait to share it with you!
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vivulapom · 14 hours
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cages in whump!!
put that guy in a cage!!!! bonus points if it's hanging from a ceiling.. on display like a prized pet.. maybe they ARE a prized pet.. never quite getting used to the hanging sensation.. forced into an overly small space and they have to curl up uncomfortably.. ough
i'm a total sucker for when there's multiple whumpees in multiple cages (especially when hanging from the ceiling) and they can't touch or maybe even speak they just have to share the experience..
maybe bad whumpees are threatened with The Cage. sorry you looked at me weird it's cage time for the next 48 hours. ough
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the-bar-sinister · 2 days
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Whumper grabs whumpee tightly and sharply by their collar and pulls them close, face to face.
They brush their fingers over whumpee's face lovingly and watch the fear and uncertainty in their eyes as whumpee wonders what whumper is going to do.
And for just a moment whumper wonders. They wonder if they are too harsh on whumpee. They wonder if there is still a chance for them to have a normal, real relationship with them. If there was ever a chance.
But oh, how they love to see whumpee hurting. Oh how they love to hear them scream.
The moment passes.
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