#Celebrity whump

[project-xiii]

Ambrosia Exodus

Age: 27 (estimated)

Height: 5'7

Pronouns: She/They

Career: Popstar/Musical Artist

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A budding new artist who's found themselves to be incredibly popular with the public. Little does the public know, though, that every slip they make lands them in trouble with their managers, and that if they aren't practicing or appearing at events, they're locked in a windowless room with no connection to the outside world.

#whump #whump blog #whumpblr #whump community #whump writing #original character #art #artwork #artists on tumblr #celebrity whump #celebrity whumpee #xiii character profile #ambrosia exodus #also known as amber btw

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Public figure Whumpee, who’d been assaulted in their past, being asked overly personal questions by a fan. They’re handsy, aren’t taking no for an answer, and in general invoking memories that Whumpee would like to forget.

When Whumpee experiences a panic attack in front of hundreds of fans, it written off as an overreaction, people acting like Whumpee has made a big deal of nothing.

Whumpee, feeling invalidated and shamed for their traumas- trying to push themselves in future encounters- partially because of their managers, but additionally from pressure from their fanbase.

Caretaker, realizing that people have essentially bullied Whumpee into allowing people to touch and objectify them, in addition to making Whumpee think that this is what they want/that they’re okay with it.

a sad reality is that this tends to happen a lot in real life too, not just in fiction 😔

anyway, I don’t go there, but here’s a whumpy and angsty prompt for anybody who’s into (fictional) celebrity whump.

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[adrift-in-thyme]

I’ve never requested anything before so I hope this is right!

I’m going with some Malink angst, I absolutely LOVEEE reading your whump fics for them so I guess… more pain please? 🥲 if that’s okay?

Tysm for the prompt @endlessartpumpkin <333 I had a lot of fun with this one. It’s very angsty hehe

I hope you enjoy it!

CW for blood and injury

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Malon has always been aware of the possibility that Link would die before her. He is a hero, after all, her knight in shining armor through and through. If someone needs help — whether to reunite with a loved one or save an entire kingdom — he will never refuse them.

Sometimes, she has the selfish yearning that just once…he would.

And now, as she gazes at the heroes standing on her doorstep, as she gazes at her husband lying limp in Twilight’s arms, she wants it more than ever. Because Link, who is full of life and laughter and love, Link who has faced the moon itself and lived to tell the tale, her Link who proposed with the biggest, gaudiest ring in Hyrule because he wanted to show her how much he cared…Link the love of her life should never look like he does right now.

She steps forward, one hand held to her lips, the other reaching out to touch him.

He is so pale. His chest hardly rises, breathing so shallow it is hardly there at all. If she allowed it, she could be convinced that he is already gone.

Malon forces herself to take a deep breath. She won’t do that. She won’t imagine that her fairy boy is dead.

“What happened?” She asks, tone sharp with panic.

It is Twilight who answers, in a broken voice she has never heard him use before.

“He…he took a hit that was meant for me.”

His breath hitches. It is only slight, but Malon hears it anyway. She lays a gentle hand on his shoulder. When he looks at her, there is such pain in those gray eyes, such sorrow, that it breaks her heart.

There is hardly time to comfort him, however. They both know it.

“Bring him inside,” she orders, shoving aside the emotions churning about inside her. “Set him on the bed. I’ll get some supplies.”

Twilight moves without a word. The others follow him into the house, expressions tight and pained.

A hand comes to rest on her shoulder. “I’ll get the supplies,” Warriors says. His face is a mask rapidly shattering. But he smiles, strong for her, strong for the man he calls his little brother.

“You go to him.”

Malon nods, sighing. “Thank you, dear. The medical stuff is in the bathroom. You remember where that is, don’t you?”

“Of course.” In a swirl of royal blue fabric, Warriors is gone.

Taking a moment to steel herself, Malon heads into the bedroom.

They have already laid him on the bed when she steps through the doorway. From this angle, if she didn’t know better, she would think he was merely asleep. But unfortunately, she does know better. And the ashen color of his face, the sheen of sweat upon his brow, the feverish trembling of his body tells her a different story.

Then, of course, there is the blood.

The heroes are in the process of bandaging him. (They work quickly, she thinks with a spark of pride.) But even the thick swaths of fabric that they wind around his abdomen can only do so much to halt the onslaught of crimson liquid.

It soaks them through within minutes.

Malon makes her limbs move, bringing her forward. There is no time to sit here and gaze in horror at what has become of her husband. With firm hands, she grabs a new roll of gauze and sets to work.

Between the ten of them, Link’s wound is cleaned and wrapped in little time. And through it all, Hyrule stands beside her, magic glowing at his palms, trying in vain to heal the injury. But it fights back of its own accord.

“What on earth hurt him like this?” Malon asks, voice tight. The other heroes have backed up now, giving her room to stand by her husband’s bedside. She leans over him, fingers brushing aside his limp bangs. He gives a shuddering breath and turns slightly into her touch.

“We don’t know what manner of monster it is yet,” Warriors says. “But it’s stronger than its companions, and smarter too. And…when someone gets struck by it the wound struggles to heal.”

Malon swallows. “But it does heal eventually, right?” She looks up at all of them, at their sorrowful expressions, at the way they struggle to meet her eyes. “Right?”

“It can.” It’s Twilight now, his voice gravelly from the tears he struggles to restrain. “He’s just gotta keep fighting.”

She turns back to her fairy boy. A ray of sun illuminates the side of his face, making his markings stand out starkly against his pale skin. The crimson stripes look especially fierce in the early morning light.

“He will,” she says, and it is both a demand and a plea, a promise and a prayer. “Don’t y’all worry. He will.”

….

It isn’t until that night that he awakens. The other heroes have drifted away by then, reluctant to leave, but all too aware of the suffocating nature of everyone packed into one room. Only Hyrule and Twilight remain. But both have finally caved to her urgings for them to get some much-needed rest and are slumped over the arm chairs in the corners.

So, when Link drags open his eye, she is the only one who sees it.

His gaze is bright with fever and pain, its usual sharpness dulled. But it only takes him a moment to find her.

“Malon.”

It is breathed more than spoken, hardly a hoarse whisper. He lifts a trembling hand, clumsily cupping her cheek. Gently, she threads her fingers between his.

“I’m here, hon.”

“Mal I…” His breath hitches into a wet cough. It wracks his body, violently, and sends tears sliding down his cheeks. The sound of it tears her heart in two.

“Take it easy, fairy boy.” She fetches a cloth from the side table and wipes away the blood that dribbles from his lips. “That monster did a number on you.”

Link hums. “Would’ve hurt Twilight if-if I hadn’t…”

“I know.” A small, sad smile lifts her lips. “I know.”

He sags against the pillows, breathing shallow, eye half-lidded. He is already fading again, Malon can tell. So soon, too soon.

“The boys,” he whispers, “they’re…”

“Fine. Worried sick about you though. You scared ‘em half to death.”

She shakes her head. The pain within her feels like it will cleave her chest in half.

“Why’d you use your own body to block the blow, Link? You’ve got shields and items – so many of them I can’t even keep track of ‘em all. Aren’t those there to try and make sure this-this…doesn’t happen?”

Link’s expression dulls further. He looks all of his true years now, weighed down by the duties he has long born, exhausted from a lifetime of pain.

“Knocked my shield out of my hand.” He looks up at her and something in his gaze pleads that she understand. “There wasn’t time for-for anything else.”

Malon gazes at him for a long moment.

“You’re insufferable, fairy boy,” she says, at last, a choked chuckle erupting out of her. “Why’d I have to fall in love with such a hero?”

He smiles back, though it is a weak effort.

“Because…of my unbelievably good looks.”

She laughs again and it sounds more like a sob.

“Well, I can’t pretend that that wasn’t a part of it.”

He chuckles, but it quickly dissolves into another coughing fit. She holds his hand through it, battling against the tears that beg to pour forth. And when it is over, she wipes away the blood again, and the tears. He closes his eye and leans into her touch.

“You gotta promise me somethin, fairy boy,” she murmurs, as she sets the cloth aside and rubs her thumb against his cheek instead.

Link looks up at her, something terribly vulnerable in his expression. She has only ever seen him gaze at her with such a look. It is an overwhelmingly precious thing.

“Anything,” he says and she believes him.

“You keep fighting, no matter what.” She encases his hand in two of her own, grip as desperate and firm as her words. “Don’t you give up, you hear me? Don’t you dare even think of giving up.”

Her voice cracks, but she plows on anyway. “I can’t lose you, Link.”

His lips quirk up in the slightest of smiles. When he squeezes her hand, it is a feeble movement, but it is there nonetheless, a confirmation that he has heard her.

“I won’t,” he breathes. “Promise.”

The tears come now, cascading down her cheeks in traitorous rivulets. She brushes them away. Then, leaning down, she plants a gentle kiss on Link’s brow.

“Good.”

His eye flutters closed. “Love you, Mal,” he murmurs, voice so soft and quiet she has to strain to catch the words.

But she does. She catches them like the flitting butterflies she used to capture between two careful hands when she was a girl. And she holds them close to her heart.

“I love you too, fairy boy.”

#I kinda based this off a fic I wrote for febuwhump #where time creates a time loop to save twilight from getting smacked by the shadow #and in the end only manages it by putting himself between the sword and twi #so this could be a follow up to that #trin writes #lu time #lu malon #lu chain #lu malink #whump #angst #hurt/comfort #linked universe #linked universe fic #follower celebration #endlessartpumpkin my beloved

[artcake]

hey! Are you taking requests? If you are do you think you could maybe do one of hotch comforting Spencer when he has a bad mental health day? Love you art 💗

Hitting a tender spot today. Everyone go hug your dad- or your mentor/father figure.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanart #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #dad hotch #sorry shippers but this is a bad week #take the time to call your dad today #or someone who fills the dad space for you #hurt/comfort #whump #sketch asks #sketch #prompts #500 celebration #500 followers #fan art #my art #art

[whumblr]

Checking it twice

Jay sat at the kitchen table, making an attempt to wrap the last presents, swamped by wrapping paper and his to-do list of gifts.

"Don't you touch that," he said without looking up when he noticed his stanley knife slowly sliding away from him. Like he was living with a cat trying to swipe the ribbons...

Zayne grinned and sat across from him. "Do I get a present, too?"

"I don't know." Jay bit off a piece of tape. "Have you been nice this year?"

"So nice."

"I think Santa's scale might tip more towards naughty."

"I'm house sitting for you. That's nice."

"You're taking advantage of the fact that I'm away for four days, that's not house sitting. Also doesn't cancel out months of literal torture."

"Speaking of torture..."

Jay sighed and picked up the stanley knife again before Zayne could swipe it and compare its sharpness to his own knife. The hungry look on his face when he slid it easily through the wrapping paper didn't go unnoticed.

"If I give you a present," he started, "will you promise to leave me alone the days before Christmas so I can go see my family without limping?"

"Hm..."

"Peace on earth and all that?"

"What present?"

"There's an ice cake in the freezer. Meant to bring with me, but it won't survive the trip. All yours."

Zayne got up without a word and Jay heard the crunch of the freezer door behind him. Heard an eager and somewhat impressed "Ohh" and some rustling. Then Zayne slid into his seat again.

"Deal."

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Merry Xmas lovelies!

Tag list: @just-a-whumping-racoon-with-wifi @burtlederp @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @hurtmebeautifully @rougenoirofthepurpleterror @susiequaz12 @whump-me-all-night-long @rippedjeansandfadeddreams @im-just-here-for-the-whump @restrainthenmaime @freefallingup13 @whatwasmyprevioususername @myfriendcallsmeasickwoman19 @firewheeesky @redstainedsocks @hold-back-on-the-comfort @whumpawink @break-so-beautifully @approach-me-and-ill-cry @painsandconfusion @afabulousmrtake @wormwriting @soopytime @whumpedydump @pickleking8 @itsmyworld98 @whumpifi @painless-and-colourful

#the only xmas Zayne gets to celebrate is in prison #but we can have a little treat #and so can he #hiwthi #hiwthi shitposts #hiwthi drabbles #lightly based on the fact that the ice cake I wanted was *sold out* #stanley knife whump pls

[princeteeb]

RIGHT I KNOW I DONT DO MANY WHUMP POSTS BUT I HAD A CONCEPT IDEA THINGY SO HERE IT GOES:

Whumpee used to be a celebrity and after being kidnapped by the whumper they are forced to watch their film/music/whatever career fizzle out on the TV they're rarely allowed to watch.

And before the police even declared them dead and the search over - the whumpee is practically- no not even, they are outright begging the whumper for even the slightest bit of attention due to going completely cold-turkey, hell they might've even started to miss the paparazzi.

(really hope yall liked it cause i had fun cookin it up :3)

#this is teeb #im batman #teeb blogs #whump #whumpee #celebrity whumpee #whumper #whump community #whump writing #whump prompt #whumpblr

[whump-and-other-misfortunes]

Whumpuary 2024 Day 2

2. (Jan 03-04) "Get away from me" / Collapse / Choking

cw celebrity whumpee, exhaustion, fainting, controlling whumper 

Whumpee stumbled offstage, lightheaded. Every muscle in their body ached, down to their feet which were unbelievably sore from endless nights of performing. They wanted nothing more than to unlace their boots and chuck them into the nearest trashcan. At the very least, sneakers might be more comfortable onstage—but that wasn’t their look, according to Whumper. 

“Hey, you did great out there!” The guitarist from one of the opening bands clapped Whumpee on the shoulder as they passed. 

Whumpee gave her a weak smile. “Thanks.” They could barely hear their own voice through the cotton that filled their ears. 

Sit. They needed to sit. Whumpee scanned the backstage area desperately for somewhere to rest—just for a minute, that was all they needed. Spots swam in their vision and a wave of dizziness sent the world spinning around them. Before they knew it, Whumpee’s eyes rolled back and they collapsed to the ground. 

“Whumpee,” a voice said, from what felt like a million miles away. “Hey, Whumpee, are you alright?” 

A hand smacked their face lightly, and Whumpee groaned. They blinked away the spots in their vision as someone helped them sit up. 

“What the fuck was that?” the voice demanded, anger concealing a hint of genuine concern. It was Whumper kneeling beside them, looking Whumpee over. 

Still a little out of it, Whumpee rubbed their eyes with the heels of their hands. “Mm. Tired.” 

Their manager sighed in annoyance. “So you’re just gonna pass out on me every time you get tired?” 

“No, ‘m sorry,” Whumpee muttered. A few people had stopped to check on them, but Whumper was shooing them away. “Just so many shows. I need a break.” 

Whumper rolled their eyes, reaching out to straighten the singer’s shirt. “You’re fine. I don’t hear any of your bandmates complaining. You’ve only got a couple more shows on this tour and then you can go home and get as much beauty sleep as you want, princess.” 

“Don’t condescend me,” Whumpee said, pushing away the hands that had begun fixing their hair for them. 

Whumper pulled back with a glare. “Don’t forget who’s making sure you get paid.” 

Of course they were right—that was why Whumpee did what they said, no matter how much it broke them down. No matter how badly their body ached or how numb the exhaustion left them. This was the life Whumpee had wanted. The fame, fortune, and everything that came along with it. They looked down, sniffling. 

“Oh, come on. Don't cry,” Whumper said, voice a bit gentler. They pulled Whumpee into a hug. “Just a few more shows. I know you can tough it out.” 

Whumpee nodded. They’d do it—they’d push through the sleepless nights in the bus and the ringing in their ears and the spotlights blinding them. It’s what they had to do. 

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno2 #collapse #exhaustion whump #celebrity whumpee #fainting #whump #whump writing #whumpblr #resigned whumpee #emotional whump #snippet

[whumpdiary]

#whump #shot #death whump #Johan falk-lockdown #Patrik Agrell #swedish whump #I still cry every time I watch this #he was finally cancer free but got shot by a colleague and died before he could celebrate with his family :(

[alidravana]

Congrats on 150! May I humbly request Soap/Ghost with “I’m scared?”

This one really stumped me for a while, because I couldn't see either one of them saying "I'm scared"...and then the new game came out!

So here's an extra long drabble for this prompt, with spoilers for the MW2022 game:

“Soap?  Johnny, you there?” Ghost muttered into the phone, grabbing his jacket and stepping out of the bar so he could hear better.  Soap had left the bar earlier than the rest of the group; Ghost assumed that the kid had a bit too much Scotch, he had been looking a bit green around the edges.  Half expecting the Sergeant to have fallen asleep as soon as he got back to the base, he was surprised when his phone rang, Soap’s name flashing across the screen.  

He frowned when there was no response, wondering for a moment if the Soap had hung up, but then he could hear someone breathing faintly in the background.  “Sergeant?” He said sharply, hoping that the title would rouse the younger soldier.  

“G-Ghost?  Is that…is that you?” Soap’s voice came across the call shakily.  

“Yeah mate, you’re the one who called me,” Ghost replied, rolling his eyes at the slurred speech.  Soap was more intoxicated than he had originally thought.  “Do you need something?”

Ghost pressed the phone closer to his ear in alarm as he heard a loud, hitched breath followed by a muffled sob, almost as if Soap was trying to stop himself from crying.  “Johnny, where are you?” he demanded, his concern skyrocketing as he motioned to the rest of the group who had followed him out.

Covering the mouthpiece, he whispered to Laswell about tracing the phone call, the agent nodding in response as she stepped to the side.  

“Johnny, where are you?” Ghost repeated, a bit louder this time, switching the call to speaker so the others could hear.  

“I…I’m not really sure,” Soap mumbled, his words slurring together.  His breathing was labored, a deep rattling sound coming from his chest.  Ghost frowned, worried that perhaps Soap had hidden further injuries from their last mission, but before he could ask another question, Soap spoke first.

“I’m scared,” the younger man whispered, followed by another sob.  “I th-think I was drugged…maybe in the bar?  It’s…it’s getting harder t-to move.”

Ghost exchanged a glance with Price, the older man motioning for Gaz to go back inside to investigate.  

All of sudden, they heard a bang, the all too familiar sound of a gunshot, and a responding whimper from Soap.  Footsteps were approaching, and Ghost couldn’t help but flinch as though he was the one hiding, everyone else remaining silent as well as they waited to hear what was going to happen next.

But the last word they all heard from Soap before the call ended shot chills down Ghost’s spine.  

“Graves.”

#call of duty #alidravana's follower celebration #ghost/soap #MW2022 spoilers #MW2022 #long drabble #whump #drugged #intoxicated #canon typical violence #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish

[sapphicccici]

WoW Birthday Whump: Day 3

crying/ parting words regret/ "why...?"

This is more canon story of my barbarian oc Detali Gamble! It includes Cossim Vect, and Makkel Dextri. The three of them are a polycule and also prisoners who are forced to be gladiators and fight each other to the death :)

This also comes directly before my post from Day One !

Content: Forced to whump, Multiple whumpees, character death (!!), blood, improper use of guns, barbarian typical rage, male whumpee, female whumpee, mute caretaker, needles, drugs, head injuries, institutional whump, celebrity whumpee, defiant whumpee

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

“One last kiss, Tali?”

Detali’s heart skipped a beat.

Tali.

She stopped, gun held above her head, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

Cossim looked up at her from where he kneeled. His hair stuck to his forehead, matted down by the mixture of hot desert sand and blood coming from his several head wounds. His honey-golden eyes held a sadness Detali couldn't place.

Finally she shook her head at him. “Never gonna happen, baby.”

She swung the gun down on his skull. Cossim’s head snapped forward with the force of the blow, and his body quickly followed, leaving him face down in the sand.

Crowds roared around them and camera drones swarmed the scene.

Detali looked up at her adoring fans, but did not smile.

Something's wrong.

Cossim never called her by her name during fights, only her stage name: Medusa. And Tali? That nickname? It was special– used only in the gentlest moments between them. Why would he call her that now?

Hands landed on Detali’s shoulders and ushered her through the stadium-turned-desert, and into an elevator. She turned, watching through the sliver of the doors closing behind her as Cossim’s body was lifted onto a stretcher.

The groan of machinery made her ears ring as the elevator began to descend. She took the moment to try and catch her breath, feeling the exhaustion seep into her bones. She always put her all into these fights. The warden had warned her what would happen if she were caught pulling her punches.

It felt like the elevator couldn't have moved any slower as Detali feared Cossim's fate. When they got out of the elevators, he would either be rolled to the right, to the infirmary, where they would resurrect him and he would be safe for another month, or they would roll his body to the left to the furnaces. Then…

The elevator door opened and she rushed out. She was met with a wall of cameras and microphones pushed into her face. She smiled as politely as she could muster as she caught sight of the stretcher.

Turn right, she silently urged. Please, turn right.

The stretcher turned left.

She snapped. She launched her body forward, screaming and shoving her way through reporters and guards.

“No! Stop!” She demanded.

Someone yanked her backwards, their arms wrapped tightly around her upper body, stopping all attempts at motion. She threw her head back in an effort to free herself but was met with a rock-solid chest.

“Let me go! Fuck off and let me go!”

She looked down at the arms wrapped around her. Tattooed black bands on the forearm confirmed her suspicions.

Makkel was trying to save her again.

She thrashed with all her might, but Makkel pulled her to the ground.

“He can't die! Please! It's his fucking birthday! Please!”

The prick of a needle stung in her neck. She felt the pressure of a fluid, a sedative probably, rush through her, making her dizzy.

She tried to lunge forward again as Makkel laid her on the floor.

Her vision started blurring at the edges, “Why? Why are you doing this?”

Makkel shook his head at her.

Tears pooled in her eyes. “I didn't-”

Makkel tucked his arms underneath her knees and neck.

“I didn't tell him,”

She was lifted from the floor.

She managed to whisper, “I didn't tell him I loved him,” before her vision finally went black.

#whump #whump community #oc #oc whump #whumpblr #original character #wow birthday whump #wow birthday whump day 3 #multiple whumpees #forced to whump #mute caretaker #blood #needles #head injury #institutional whump #celebrity whumpee #female whumpee #male whumpee #defiant whumpee #character death

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

Procrastinating writing by sharing some of my fics’ plots instead:

Character (A) and (B) are both celebrities within the same record label. They aren’t enemies but they hate each other, arguing constantly if left alone, their friends being a diffuser to prevent their constant bickering.

Character (B) suffers from a genetic disorder, with many symptoms and side effects. The press and paparazzi know that using flash photography on (B,) or making physical contact, etc. is a quick way to get sued.

(A) and (B) are both coincidentally in the same place at the same time, and bickering as usual, which leads to them following each other outside, where press are eagerly waiting to get some sight of (A)- completely unaware (B) is with them.

The sudden flashes and noise trigger a seizure for (B), leaving much of the rest a blur.

After the fact, (A) mentions nothing of it, and (B) is humiliated over the fact that they had a moment of weakness around (A.) Until press coverage of the incident shows (A,) telling off paparazzi while shielding (B) from prying cameras- and doing as much as they could to protect them from getting injured more.

this is a fascinating concept! I love this!!

#admin answers #writing #writer #writeblr #whump #whumpblr #angst #writing inspo #writing inspiration #fictional celebrity whump #whump prompts #whump prompt #writing prompts #writing prompt #writing challenge #prompts #prompt #writing tropes #whump tropes #writing trope #whump trope #tropes #trope

[staydandy]

Joy of Life (2019) - 庆余年 - Whump List

List by StayDandy Synopsis : The story follows a young man with a mysterious background. He was born in the ancient empire of Southern Qing, but has memories of the 21st century. He comes from a small city by the sea, hails from a prominent family and undergoes trials and tribulations in his personal journey. When Fan Xian was 15 years old he studied martial arts and the use of poison. Four years later, Fan Xian has improved considerably and travels to the capital where his peaceful life is shattered by an assassination attempt. He becomes entangled in the intrigues of the Emperor, and the power struggle between the Crown Prince and the Second Prince. Determined to change the current world, he faces challenges head on while holding on to his beliefs. (MDL) AKA : Thankful for the Remaining Years | Qing's Remaining Years | Celebrating the Remaining Life

Whumpee : Fan Xian played by Zhang Ruo Yun • Fan Xian [young] played by Finn Han

Country : 🇨🇳 China Genres : Historical, Mystery, Romance, Comedy, Political, Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Martial Arts, Wuxia, Bromance

Notes : This is a Full Whump List • Adapted from the web novel “Qing Yu Nian” (庆余年) by Mao Ni (猫腻) • Supposedly there is a second season in the works, but I haven't seen any updates on a release date. It really does deserve a second season though. I hope it makes it to air! • Good show, good acting, interesting concept

Episodes on List : 13 Total Episodes : 46

*Spoilers below*

01 : [young] Fan Xian pukes … hit with a stick while training … drugged & passes out … nosebleed

02 : [adult] Puking after knowingly eating poisoned food … in a fight … hit & thrown backwards

03 : Coughs up blood

11 : Kicked in the nuts during a fight (comedic obv.)

13 : Thrown through a wall, hurt in a fight, friend killed in front of him, pushes himself to his limits, passes out (this ep made me cry)

14 : Arrested, tied up

18 : In a fight, knocked out

27 : Drunk, collapses & falls asleep … carried … medicates … puking … shot in the back

28 : Spits blood due to pent up injury

35 : In a fight, spits up blood … captured, tied up

37 : Coughs blood

44 : (near end) Passes out drunk

46 : (at end) Stabbed

#whump #whump list #full whump list #Asian whump #China #Joy of Life #庆余年 #Thankful for the Remaining Years #Qings Remaining Years #Celebrating the Remaining Life #Fan Xian #Zhang Ruo Yun #pukes #throws up #hit with object #hit with stick #drugged #passes out #faints #nosebleed #poisoned #fight #bleeding #arrested #tied up #knocked out #drunk #collapses #shot #captured

[jazztag]

Prompt #14

Whumpee is a paparazzi who is being pressured to work for long hours just to get the perfect shots for Boss. Boss doesn't pay him enough for his photos, so even if the famous people in his shots live in luxury, Whumpee rarely is able to afford food and is usually sick and malnourished.

One day Whumpee is tasked to get some photos of Celebrity. He hides in Celebrity's garden and looks for them. It starts raining, but Whumpee won't go home without at least a photo. He won't be able to pay for food if empty-handed, and Boss will yell at him again.

Suddenly, Celebrity appears in front of him, but instead of looking annoyed or furious as celebrities always look at him, Celebrity looks very worried. Whumpee acts quick and tries to take a photo of them, but the camera is soaking wet and doesn't work. Whumpee breaks down right there in from of Celebrity and starts sobbing incontrolably.

#I acknowledge this one's weird #but the dynamic works #at least in my head #celebrity x paparazzi #whump prompt #prompt

[artcake]

Congrats on 500 followers!!!! Could you draw Hotch comforting Spencer after he self harms. Thank you!

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanart #spencer reid #aaron hotchner #hotchreid #cw self harm #tw self harm #when everything is too hard #you just need someone at your back #holding you together #sketch asks #500 followers #500 celebration #sketch #prompts #fan art #my art #dad!hotch #dad hotch #spencer reid whump

[weirdstrangeandawful]

I have decided I do actually want to share the tattoo I got! I was worried about it being identifiable but, honestly, it's covered by clothes most of the time and I've already posted photos of my crutches which are pretty damn identifiable lol so here you go!

The base of the feather needs touching up a little since it blew out over some keloid scarring I have there but overall I'm really happy with how it came out. I'm also not too disappointed that the base probably needs darkening to hide the blowout. I think it will match the rest of the feather.

Also if anyone else with hEDS, fibro, or POTS or who is keloid-prone wants to ask me about how it healed/is healing or how the experience was, I'm happy to talk about it!!! I know I was super worried about how things like that would affect it.

#I've relapsed since but this was to celebrate one year clean! #I'm still proud of myself #not whump #tattoo #healed tattoo #recovery goals

[how-much-for-a-whump]

Do you have a second? You do? Great. I want you to celebrate something with me.

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1000 followers on Tumblr

This is a big number, I won't lie. I didn't even think I would get so far.

Aleks baked some cookies. Don't be shy and take as many as you want. He tried so hard to make them. They are not as whumpy as usual but yummy for sure.

See? He's growing so fast.

Anyways...

I've probably said this before but... Thank you for being here with me. It means a lot.

Love you, guys. Enjoy your day. ❤️

#celebration #whump community #no whump gifs today #whump cookies #aleks the whump cookie mascot #art #thank you #aleks the whump mascot #1000 followers