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it’s so ironic that it’s suicide awareness month rn because this is the worst i’ve been doing in years

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Life Update- Life's a bea-tch.

hey y'all

Sorry to leave youn hanging on my stories

I've been having some family issues and yesterday I was kicked out without warning.

I was able to grab most of my important documents and my phone, but my laptop was stolen by the people I was living with and I couldnt get anything hygiene-wise except a travel size deodorant. I'm currently in a women's shelter trying to find a job and a plan. My most immediate needs are food, clothing, and stuff like shampoo and a towel.

I'm trying my best, but I truly don't have any job (as I cannot travel to my old job) or other means of income.

I am opening commissions. Any subject, any length, nsfw included. No underage and no female nsfwhump. Otherwise, please dm me.

If any of you angels would like to donate, here is my paypal: https://www.paypal.me/Wanderingjoy508

Any boosts or reblogs are much appreciated

I love you all and will try to return soon

-Joy ♡

#Whump writer #Whump #Emergency #Emergency commissions #Boost #Signal boost #Homeless #Paypal #commissions #Nsfw commissions #Dm for info #Kicked out #20 years old #New york #Long island #Looking for job #In need of donations #Whump writing #Help #Please help #Reblogs appreciated #boosts appreciated #Life update

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sadgirl hours ayyy

#yea im alive #kinda #still working on stuff #just slowly and badly #rip #my moods are way up and way down these days #ive had like 6 versions of the next chapter of a trade #but keep deleting when its not good #welp #itll come out soon i think #fuck bpd bro #i hate it

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Dehumanization whump for Melchior?

whump art tag list:

@kira-the-whump-enthusiast , @whumpsday , @regrets-realization-acceptance , @kixngiggles

#hes so cute when hes tortured

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Riot Kings, page 140

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#no cause i love dr stevens omg

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Riot Kings, page 6C

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#just some light torture #nothing to worry about

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if my poor baby theo could move, this would 100% be him

Whumpee in an enemy hospital. Forced into medical treatment after being captured.

Always restrained to their bed, always under supervision by someone—a nurse, a guard, a doctor. All part of the enemy forces, all regarding them with a detached coldness.

They don’t know where they’ll be taken after they’re healed, they’re afraid to ask. Maybe, if you’re into it, Whumpee fights like hell for the first few days because they were still captured and finally stop after days of drug induced sleep. Hoping for rescue, because there’s absolutely no chance at escape with their current condition.

They try to plead with doctors, asking for any small mercy—to let them go, to take the restraints off, anything!—but to no avail.

Just…captured in an enemy hospital.

#hes too weak to :( #first draft did have him fight #i should make him panic now... #a trade

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Thrown out like a trash.

After weeks or months of torture, Supervillain was thrown out like a trash, because his torturers just got bored with beating and whipping this strange, quiet man. Wounded, exhausted and with hands cuffed behind him, he was totally helpless, dying slowly in the freezing cold, without any hope, being reconciled with death. A civilian, who found him, was terrified of having the worst villain at home, but he felt pity, despite this man’s constant defiance, looking at tears that tun down his bruised cheeks at night. He is too proud to ask for help or mercy, but when the villain unwoluntary nozzled in the civilian’s arm, drinking water like a thirsty animal, his new caretaker’s heart was breaking. “Why?” he asked quietly “Why any hero could do you it?” The exhausted man glared at him “Are you a kid? This is just politics. Their party must win an elections. Last year…” The civilian interrupted him. “So you are not a serial killer and a terrorist?” he asked in disbelief, but he had known the answer well yet. 

response under the cut!

Keep reading

#fuck yes #civilian caretaker #awwww

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PRECIOUS OMG

Oh, how far you've fallen

Content: Dehumanization, scientist whumper, villain whumpee, scars, bruises, dragged by the hair (let me know if I missed anything)

Inspired by this post

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Scientist made her way down the hall, preparing herself to entertain the inspector coming from the government offices. She was pretty excited. Government Inspector was not only cute, but also didn’t mind overlooking the horrible horrible crimes against humanity that usually took place at the Harry & Co labs. 

Scientist stopped before going through the door that would lead to the lobby and smiled at herself in the reflection of a metal plating on a door, checking her teeth before heading on through. She looked around, looking for Government, and was confused when she was met with a man in his early thirties giving her a nod. 

“Hi, are you Dr. Scientist?” he asked, stepping forward and holding out a hand for her to shake. 

She nodded, hiding her confusion as she said, “I am. And you are?”

“I’m Inspector Agent. Agent is just fine. Government couldn’t make it so he asked me to come.”

“Ah, I see. So you’re a friend of his?”

“Yeah,” Agent said with a little bit of a wink. “Don’t worry. He let me know what I’d be getting into.”

She smiled, still disappointed, but glad that Government had made sure to send a friend who wouldn’t shut this place down. He was good at thinking ahead when it was necessary. 

“Perfect. Let’s get this done, then,” Scientist said, waving him along.

He nodded and followed her through the door. “Stay with me,” she warned him. “If you’re not with me, you could be mistaken for one of the subjects, and I doubt Government would be very happy with me if that happened to you.”

Agent gave her a wry smile and said, “No, I suppose not. I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.”

She nodded and as they walked down the halls, she said, “Now, we keep it all very tidy around here. The maintenance closets are locked so if a subject gets out, they can’t get anything from out of there easily, we have the labs over that way, the cloning happening there, and then currently ongoing experiments further in. Anything you want to look at first?”

“I’m good to start wherever you want to take me. I have a couple of things I need to see, but I’ll ask about them as we get to them, and I’ll ask any other questions I have afterwards.”

“Perfect. Sounds like you know the drill.”

“I certainly do.”

…………………………..

Agent took notes as they went, in a cypher, of course, and he paid more attention as Scientist led him into a darkened part of the labs. 

“This is fairly new. We wanted some more subjects from outside, but we didn’t have anywhere to keep them. We had these installed and discovered that the prisons had plenty of people that wouldn’t be missed. Some have been quite thrilling to learn from, others have been a little trickier. It’s also good storage for projects that are out of use, but still need to be kept around.”

Agent nodded, eyeing each of the cells as they walked passed. The doors were somewhat medieval, made of metal bars which typically interfered with magic and innate abilities and often even sucked the energy out of normal people. Agent could already feel it pulling at his energy, bringing back extremely unpleasant memories from past exploits. 

Scientist stopped in front of one door in particular, smiling down at the man curled on the floor, shaking. 

“Hard to believe how terrifying everyone thought you were, hmm Villain? You look almost tame now.”

She kicked the bars of the cage with a cruel laugh, causing Villain to yelp, scrambling to get farther away from the door, but he was unable to as he was already as far as his chain would allow. 

“Would you like a better look at him, Agent? It’s not everyone who gets to see him anymore.”

Agent watched as she carefully crouched, grabbing the chain where it was attached to one of the bottom bars. A pitiful whimper came from the creature in the cage and she clicked her tongue at him. “Now, now, Villain. I trained you better than this.”

The shrinking form hesitated and then slowly crawled to the door. It took all of Agent’s self control to keep from revealing his disgust and horror as Villain’s face came into the dim light of the hallway, pale, horribly bruised, and scarred. A part of his lip had been damaged so badly that he couldn’t get his mouth all the way closed on the one side and his hair hung ragged in his face, small patches of hair thinning or even missing in places. There were tears already welling in his eyes as she dragged him forward quicker by the chain attached to the collar around his throat. 

She smiled and reached in, grabbing him by the hair and forcing him up against the bars with such ease that Agent didn’t have any doubt as to what had caused those missing patches of hair. 

“Here we are,” she said, checking over his bare torso as he trembled against the bars, flinching as though they were burning him, but not trying to free himself from her grasp, despite Agent having seen him tear huge men to shreds with just his hands just a year ago. 

Villain’s eyes darted up to Agent’s face, clouded with some sort of disease and tears. Agent doubted that Villain could even really see him, but Agent still stiffened, worried that he would be recognized. 

“What have you been learning about him?” Agent asked as evenly as he could manage.

She grinned and said, “We learned about the DNA that creates people like him, and learned how it can be strengthened, but he ran out of usefulness months ago. Didn’t you? You’re useless now, hmm?”

“N-not useless,” Villain whimpered. “M funny. Said so, m funny.” Tears were running down his face now, a surprising amount for how sick and thin he looked. Agent didn’t think he would have enough water in his body to keep crying like that. 

Scientist chuckled, patting his bruised cheek. “That’s right. You’re funny when you cry.”

She let go of his chain and he slowly withdrew. She stood up and smiled at Agent. “He’s good for stress relief. A lot of the old guys here come beat on him when the projects don’t go their way. Want a go at him before we move on?”

“I’m afraid not, tempting as it is,” Agent said, “I do have places to be and I’m starting to brush up against my time limit.”

“Right, we’ll finish this up quickly, then.”

Agent didn’t look into the cell as he passed, though he could still hear Villain sobbing as he passed. 

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Agent was back that evening. The building was dark and quiet, with only a couple of lights here and there where people were finishing up their reports before going home. Agent waited until a few more scientists left the building, talking casually with each other before he moved from his hiding place, silent as a shadow. He managed to catch the door before it closed and stepped into the space between the two sets of doors. He keyed in the code for the next set of doors, using Scientist’s code. He probably didn’t have long before security noticed that the cameras where he was traveling could only see a slight disturbance in the pixels where he moved. He hoped they were the superstitious type that was afraid of ghosts. 

He walked silently through the halls, passing through doors with ease and finally came to the complete darkness that was the ‘dungeon’ hallway. Agent hesitated for only a moment. He was disobeying all kinds of orders being here, but he wasn’t leaving Villain here for even a moment longer. He couldn’t count the amount of times that Villain had saved his life, and he was not going to turn his back on his old friend now. 

He stepped into the darkness and turned on his night vision goggles. He stopped in front of Villain’s cell where he heard the subtle scrape of metal against the floor. Agent crouched and peered into where he could see Villain rocking, his arms around his knees as he stared at the wall. It was so…. Awful. Villain had nothing left. There was nothing about this creature that even somewhat reminded Agent of Villain. 

“What’s on your mind?” he asked, the question slipping out without his consent, like he was hoping to unlock something that proved Villain was still in there. 

Villain hiccuped. After a moment, he whispered, “Henchman used to ask me that. He was nice. He was so very nice and I wasn’t. I should have been nicer. Maybe he would have come for me? No, he would have come for me. Maybe he’s dead? I wish I was dead. Henchman used to ask me that, he did, he did, he did.”

Agent opened his mouth to say something, anything, but it wouldn’t come out. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard as Villain continued his insane ramblings.  It had been a long time since he’d heard the name Villain had given him.

“I did,” Agent said. “I had a hard time finding you. I didn’t know you were here.”

“You didn’t? 

“No… Villain, do you want to go home?”

“Home? The Lair?”

Agent felt his stomach burn as he said, “No, not the lair. It… I have a house. It has a bed you can sleep in, and you can even have some food before bed.”

Villain scooted over to the bars, hope shining in his delirious face. “I, I would like that. I would. Are you really Henchman? I have dreams, you know, dreams that are never true.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I am. Let’s go, hmmm?” Agent said, standing to figure out how to get the door open. After a minute, he found a scanner and he pulled out a key card he’d swiped from someone earlier, praying that it would work. That was a little bing as the card was accepted and he breathed out a sigh of relief. 

The door slid open and Agent crouched next to Villain. He used a lock pick on Villain’s collar, and soon Villain’s neck was free. He touched his bare, if damaged, skin and Agent said, “I want to carry you, okay?”

“Like a princess?” Villain asked, his eyes sliding over Agent’s face, clearly not able to see or focus very well. 

“Do you want to be a princess?” Agent asked, surprised.

“Princesses are good. They get to be rescued,” Villain replied, happily letting Agent pick him up.

“I see. Then everything works out, hmmm?”

“Yeah.”

Agent stepped out into the hall when a flashlight shone down the hallway and a voice shouted out at him. 

Without a word, Agent tightened his hold on Villain and took off through the darkness, a white bolt of adrenaline erasing all thoughts besides the need to get his precious cargo somewhere safe. 

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poor BABY

Could we get starvation whump for Wes please ? :DD

the poor guy's already a beanpole 😭😭

There are worse things than guards coming to his cell every day to beat him. Like when no one comes at all.

When it's been days without sight or sound from another person, he finally figures they're gone, really gone. Like someone raided the base and he was just... forgotten by both sides. Every waking moment from that point on is dedicated to escape, but escape is impossible. There's nowhere to tunnel to; nothing to climb over. The walls are heavy cinderblock, and the door is a solid chunk of metal.

Even if he had the time to chip at the walls, he doesn't have the tools. The guards left him with nothing, nothing but fingers that get bloodier with each attempt to do something other than wait for his meager supply of energy to run dry.

But in the end, wait is all he can do.

He huddles in the corner. A tiny trickle of water drips from the ceiling, keeping him alive for now, though he knows his days are numbered. He knows the water must be coming from somewhere, but he couldn't make the climb to the ceiling if he tried. And he's tried and he's tried and he's tried.

And now he's too tired to do anything.

Now he can only hope he's remembered by someone.

( art below the cut :) cw: nudity, starvation )

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@kira-the-whump-enthusiast , @whumpsday , @regrets-realization-acceptance , @kixngiggles

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OKAY TUMBLR. IT'S TIME TO SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL.

Reblog this if you pronounce “.gif” as “GIF.”

NOT JIF,

GIF.

And here is the link for the opposite.

WE SHALL SEE WHICH ONE PREVAILS.

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Your daily dose of cat memes

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Speak Your Language Day

BRINGING BACK THE DAY OF LANGUAGES!!!

This year's 7th of May 2023 we use our own language again!

A few basic rules (this is very much copied from the original UYLD creators):

If your language is something other than English, on May 7th you can speak that language all day!

Speak whatever language feels good for you! Any and all!!

You’ll blog in your language all day: text posts, replies, tags (except triggers and organizational tags), the whole nine yards. Regardless of what language people choose to speak to you, you answer in your own.

Midnight to midnight according to your own time zone

English native speakers, if you wanna participate you can practice a second language you’re learning

The tag is gonna be #Speak Your Language Day or #spyld

Non-verbal, non-written languages (like ASl, dialects, otherwise non-written languages) are more than welcome!

Tag me in any and all non english posts! Or submit to your liking!

#i'm japanese but dont speak the language #ive just started learning #i still might try though! #:D

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"I’m a stress cook/baker” “Oh haha me too!” “No, you don’t understand.”

fucking. what?

#LMAO #imagine a whumpee finding this and being like ...hello?