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whumpcloud · 1 year

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Red Room - Lies and Proof

content: filmed whump, creepy/intimate whumper, sadistic whumper, captivity, threatened fingore (cutting off a finger - doesn't happen but nails get pulled out instead), begging, implied child abuse (non-specific)

New project. Jack Mitchell (yes, that one, if you know me you know I'm excited), twenty-one, he/they. Real pretty when he cries. No permanent injuries, no broken limbs, and no facial damage, but as always, it's up to you. Streaming in twenty. Leave suggestions while you wait!

Matthew refreshes the page.

Nothing. Thirty seconds.

Matthew refreshes the page.

Take a knife to him.

Oh, knife freak's still here. Matthew refreshes the page.

Threaten him with something permanent so he screams and begs :)

Not even a finger or two? Bummer. You're not usually this careful. Pull out their nails?

holy shit, youre not kidding. hes all over the news. you should show him.

Now that gives Matthew an idea. He can manage all of those, if he does them in the right order.

Jack is sitting up on the mattress, biting his nails down to the skin, when Matthew comes to get him.

"N-No, please." Jack shrinks away, as though hiding in the corner is going to help. "Please, please don't, p-please-"

"Begging's not gonna get you anywhere, baby boy," Matthew grins. "But keep doing it anyway. It's adorable."

Jack screams and struggles until Matthew slams the back of his head into the wall, so about three seconds. Jack whines and closes his eyes so that the room doesn't jostle with Matthew's careless movement. It doesn't seem like Matthew has an ounce of patience for Jack screaming when he doesn't explicitly want it.

Fine.

Matthew lays Jack on the table and straps him in. Jack immediately notices the television, then everything spins as Matthew tilts the table.

"Can't have you straining your neck to look," he smiles. "Camera on!"

The one thing that Jack can take comfort in is that Matthew looks like an idiot. He really does look like some kidnapper in a movie, black scarf over his mouth hiding his maniacal delight. Not that it's really any comfort at all, but Jack grasps onto it anyway.

"You gonna say hi, Jacky?" Matthew says.

"All of you are horrible people," Jack spits.

"Yeah, yeah, I think we know that," Matthew laughs, then checks his watch. "Anyway, let's watch something. Might take a bit to get to the good part."

Matthew turns on the television, flicking to some celebrity news show that Jack has always been banned from watching or being on.

It plays for a few minutes, and Jack can feel his heart beating in his ears. Is the anticipation a part of it? Jack fidgets in his bindings.

"This is so fun for you," Jack says dryly.

"Wait for it," Matthew says, double checking his watch.

And then Jack sees it. That's him, on the screen, a picture of him at a convention a few years ago. It's the only one the news ever uses, because it's the last time they managed to get a photo of him smiling like that.

It fades out, into an interview, and Jack isn't listening, can't listen, because that's his father, on this show he hates, looking anxious and teary and worried.

Jack hates it. Is it another act? Even he can't tell. He turns away from the screen, angry tears in his eyes.

Matthew watches, and Jack knows that stupid smirk is on his face under his stupid scarf. "What is it, baby boy? You don't like watching? Don't you wanna see your dad?"

"He's lying," Jack mumbles. "He doesn't care."

"That's not a nice thing to say about your dad, Jacky," Matthew says.

"So?" Jack squeezes his eyes shut. "He probably thinks I ran away. He's just using being famous to get me back."

"Oh, that's interesting," Matthew chuckles, and circles around to rest his chin on the top of the table, fingers tracing Jack's cheekbones. "Why would you run away, huh? Come on, you've got nothing to lose by telling."

"Do you think I wanted to be a fucking actor?" Jack snaps, wrenching his face away from Matthew's touch. "I didn't, I hate it, but he wanted me to and I didn't have a fucking choice."

"Daddy issues, huh?" Matthew's tone of voice doesn't waver from amusement. "Doesn't mean he doesn't care about you, baby boy."

"He cares because I look good on camera," Jack mutters.

Matthew laughs. "Can't say I disagree. But come on, I bet he'd care about you getting hurt. Even if it's just 'cause he's not the one hurting you."

"He wouldn't."

"Aw, you sound so sure." Matthew grins as Jack's head snaps to the side at the feeling of a knife against his hand. "We could prove it. You wanna prove it?"

Jack swallows. "What, are you going to send him a video of me?"

"Nah, nah, I'm gonna send him something way more fun," Matthew grins, placing the knife edge on Jack's pinky. "Let's go real cliche. What about your finger in a box?"

Jack's eyes widen. "N-No, no, you said- you said nothing permanent, you--"

"And you didn't think I could change my mind?" Matthew digs in, just a little, and Jack's tiny whimper is music to his ears. "Could be fun. We'll just have to see."

"No!" Jack is already starting to sob. So quick to panic. "No, don't, please, please no, s-something else, anything else, please, you said nothing permanent, please!"

Jack screams - like it's going to help, like it's doing anything but make this even more fun - when Matthew slices, a little droplet of blood trickling down the side of Jack's hand.

"Stop it, stop it, please!" Jack begs, not even caring that he's being filmed, that people are watching this for some kind of sick pleasure, laser focused on the fact that he could lose his finger. "Something else, please, I'm begging you!"

"That you are," Matthew says, pressing Jack's palm flat. "Didn't I already tell you begging wasn't gonna get you anywhere?"

"No, p-please!" Jack's desperate voice breaks. "Something else, something else! Not this, please not this!"

"What else then, huh?" Matthew's other hand slides into Jack's hair. "Go on. What else should I send him?"

"I don't know, I don't know, just not my finger, please--"

"I asked you a question, sweetheart," Matthew says, voice lowering. "I want an answer. Pick something. Something that'll hurt."

What can he afford to lose? Jack wracks his brain for something, something that Matthew will accept, something that will hurt but won't hurt too much and he can send and won't be a finger.

"M-My nails?" Jack tries. Is that enough? Please let it be enough. "Y-You could pull… pull them out."

Matthew's face lights up. Oh, he just knew this was going to be fun. Jack has no idea that he's managed to tumble headfirst into where everyone wants him. He really does know exactly how to behave for a camera.

"Alright," Matthew grins. "One hand or both?"

Matthew has no real intention of letting Jack get away from this with any nails left on his hands, but he wants to see what Jack picks. Wants to see how far Jack thinks he wants to go with this.

"Both," Jack mumbles. "Don't pretend it's a choice."

"No, it is," Matthew lies, and puts the knife down to pick up some tweezers instead. "But you've said both now."

Jack is too panicked to think about whether it's a lie or not, and Matthew knows that. Matthew ignores Jack's pleas to change his answer, holds his hand still as he begs, and can't help laughing at the scream when the first nail is ripped from his finger. By the third nail, Jack is cussing out Matthew and everyone watching with all the swear words he knows. By the seventh, he can't do anything but incoherently sob for it to stop. Matthew holds every single nail up for the camera to see, then sets it aside.

"You're so cute when you beg," Matthew says, kissing the top of Jack's head. "All done now. See ya later, everyone."

And Matthew turns the camera off.

"Don't touch me," Jack gasps, fighting to control his breathing. "Don't fucking touch me, I s-swear--"

Matthew isn't actually expecting any resistance, but Jack manages to grab his ponytail in one bloody, bound hand, and pulls sharply.

"You little shit!"

Matthew's first instinct is to break Jack's fingers for it, but he stops himself, and instead wrenches his hair from Jack's grasp and grabs the knife.

Jack balls his hands into fists. "You're a sadistic fucking freak--"

"Shh," is all Matthew knows he needs to say, because he's holding a knife under Jack's chin.

Jack goes silent.

"That's good," Matthew says. "Now, I'm gonna ask you to do some things, and you're not gonna cry or complain, 'cause I don't have the patience for that when no-one's watching. You just gotta do what you're told."

"Mhm," Jack manages.

"Okay. Gonna unstrap you, and then you're gonna walk with me."

Matthew leaves no room for disagreement. Jack limply slides from the table, and Matthew holds him up by the waist, and pulls him towards the countertops around the room.

"There's a box up there," Matthew says, using the knife to gesture. "Bring it down, and then you're gonna push your nails into it."

Jack obeys, even though he whimpers and almost starts to cry again when he sees his own bloody, broken nails. He makes a point not to look at his hands.

"Tape and paper and pens in that drawer," Matthew says. "Write your address and stick it to the top. Write a little letter if you want. But remember I'm over your shoulder, so don't get any ideas."

"Why are you making me do this?" Jack mumbles.

"DNA, silly," Matthew replies. "I sanitise everything, so it's not on the counters. But I'm not taking more risks than I need to."

Jack writes an I'm sorry before hesitating, and tacking on an I love you.

Jack drops a strand of Matthew's hair into the box with the letter, and immediately shuts it so Matthew won't see. It won't make a difference if Matthew's DNA isn't already somewhere. But on the off-chance it is, Jack can cling to some hope.

taglist: @bloodinkandashes @itsmyworld23 @rabbitdrabbles

#polly's prose #red room #jack mitchell #matthew seung #whump #whump writing #finally decided to continue this one!!#gave it a series name and everything. is it creative no but it is functional and accurate #also diversity win! the people watching you get tortured on the internet respect your pronouns!

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myers-meadow · 1 month

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what are some of your favorite tropes to write? either right now or in general. I'm asking so I can try to send you prompts you're more likely to enjoy.

That's so considerate of you, thank you!

This is like baring my heart alskjdfksjdf Ummm... I've been writing some 'not quite unrequited love' stuff for Halsin, more of that will certainly come. Gotta love small moments of intimacy, and how intimacy doesn't always have to be romantic in the conventional sense, aka I love exploring how different characters relate to affection and intimacy.

Sharing food together is wonderful. Jealousy or possessiveness is always fun to write. Enemies to lovers is great. Gotta love 'i can't fix him but we make each other worse' too, hahahah ^^

The Astarion x Tav x Halsin polymance I'm a big fan of, but I mostly like to explore their dynamics when it's not so perfect. I'm writing on a continuation of my small fic (Explorations of Jealousy) about that, which will have a threesome yayy

I tend to mostly write romantic or erotic pieces, not so much angst, but it does happen sometimes. Whump isn't really my thing (I prob won't know what to do with a 'taking care of wounds' trope). When it comes to power dynamics; I'm a big sub, so I'm not good at writing Tav domming their love interest. There will usually, if I'm not lead by other ppls ideas, be some sort of gap in power dynamic, though ^^.

I LOVE me a good ravishment fantasy, aka dub-con or non-con. Mostly situational non-con, where there is love and attraction and pleasure involved (think Haarlep's canon scene, if your party wasn't so strong and confident, it'd essentially be a 'fuck or die' trope, which I love). Despite that, I'm a big hopeless romantic, and I may write characters softer than some may like;;;;;;

Does this help? Am I making sense?? I feel like this is wayyy too long but oh well.

xoxo

Meadow

p.s. i will tag every ask i get as 'ask', so you can search for it and don't have to scroll through pages of my blog :))

#ask #anon #meadow's writing #request info

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verkja · 9 months

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Writing Theme Tag

Thanks for the tag, @i-can-even-burn-salad :)

Rules: Bold the themes that appear in your WIP (& italicize those that are loosely covered.)

Also making bold text green and italicised text blue because it's easier for me to read that way.

Tagging... @space-writes , @soheavyaburden , @whumping-in-the-wings , and @whumpinthepot if you want to do this - no pressure!

Template under the readmore:

#i don't intentionally write for themes most of the time #and this list doesn't include some of the themes which *are* present #but it's a tag game #tag games #writing

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explosionshark · 1 year

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2, 17, 19 violence! for btvs xoxo

Oughh I went off the rails we're putting this behind a cut

2. a compelling argument for why your fave would never top or bottom

Okay, well. Switch Fuffy Rights, actually. But also - I genuinely think the dynamic of Faith subbing for Buffy/Buffy dominating Faith packs the most punch bc I think it's so much of a Statement about their relationship. (Obligatory disclaimer about how discussing fictional sexual dynamics as narrative tools is different from talking about ppl having sex irl yada yada yada). Like - Buffy being someone who enjoys rough sex and likes being in control and whose 'darker' urges she spends so much time running away from/being shamed for being like accepted and valued and affirmed for these parts of her is incredibly important to me! Obviously I find this especially interesting to deal with in the context of Buffy also accepting her bisexuality but y'know! I think that's important if you're writing her with anyone. Fundamentally, Buffy is comfortable with her desire for intimacy but struggles with desiring non-conventional sex.

Faith is the inverse of that! It's pretty easy to link this back to the sexual abuse she's implied to have experienced as well as the physical childhood abuse she's implied to have experienced but Faith is a character that is driven by the need to 1) protect herself and 2) provide for herself. She approaches her relationships defensively! The kind of no-strings, casual sex with men we see her have is a result of that. She's comfortable with sex, but terrified of intimacy and true vulnerability. Also I do think she's straight up lying about some of her exploits.

So! If we're putting Faith in a relationship with Buffy where she feels safe to express trust, it's going to include submission. Buffy's attention is already something she deeply craves. And Buffy, we've seen, can only flourish in relationships where she has the freedom to not hold herself back for someone else's comfort. And especially given the rest of their history I think that type of power exchange is so compelling.

I mean, chances are you already knew this bc I wrote an 80k+ word manifesto about it but still

17. there should be more of this type of fic/art

Erotically charged scar-touching

19. you're mad/ashamed/horrified you actually kind of like...

Y'know I won't lie, I'm not immune to a bit of whump from time to time. Like, Buffy's trauma happens on screen over the course of 7 seasons. We get to see pretty much all of it. When it comes to Faith - this girl is CLEARLY the product of massive amounts of abuse and exploitation and much of it is hinted at, but it's never really explored. So I can appreciate it when a fic is willing to acknowledge the fact that she's a victim of multiple forms of abuse and to explore how those things impact her.

#thanks bud!!!#ask games #fuffy

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maracujatangerine · 11 months

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BBU Community Days Day 6: Inspiration

@bbu-on-the-side

* {Day 6: Inspiration} How did you find the BBU, and how did you go down the rabbit hole? Are there any particular writers, characters or stories that inspired your journey?

I just stumbled upon the BBU on the internet. It was actually my introduction to Tumblr as a website and whump as a concept, too. I have written in collaborative worlds before and absolutely loved it, so that immediately piqued my interest.

I was also really fascinated to see that this was a whole genre with its own tropes and conventions (such as the first bath, the first meal, the boxie thinks caretaker is new master, and so) and I really wanted to try my hand at writing a few of those.

I can’t remember which were the very first stories that I read and in which order, but I know that I read and really enjoyed the following stories:

@whumpzone’s two amazing recovery stories. (Not BBU, but fairly close.)

@deluxewhump’s great frat house box boy story.

@ashintheairlikesnow’s impressive BBU epos.

Also a shout-out to @cupcakes-and-pain who has written several very interesting pet whump stories (non-BBU, I think) and who was the first one to ask to be tagged in my writing. ❤️

I read also The Host and Colton’s stories, who sadly is not active anymore, and grazed my way through a masterlist of other people’s BBU stories that they had made and that also doesn’t seem to exist anymore.

All this amazing writing really inspired me to join in and I’m really grateful for it! ✨

#bbucommunity #bbu #day6 #box boy universe #box boy multiverse #whump event #maracujawrites

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spicywhumper · 2 months

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febuwhump '24: 18. too weak to move + whump bingo: self-harm

series: crimson history / rating: teen and up audiences

trigger/content warning: past child physical & sexual abuse, accidental self-harm, blood and mild suicide ideation

Jessica’ not sure if anyone believes her when she says that sometimes she’s too tired to even move. At least, in the coven she had the excuse of spending hours and hours training. Daily six, seven, eight hours of training – mostly physical, and magical, but so much of it was just her reading scrolls and books for hours and trying to make sense of runes so old that she doubts they still hold any value nowadays.

But in the Crawford Mansion? The longest day has not even four hours of training. A quarter is physical or magical training, the majority is her helping Head Magician Crawford. There’s nothing exhausting about cutting herbs and smashing dubious-looking bugs.

She tired anyways.

Today she extremely tired.

Head Magician Crawford says it’s ok if Jessica wants, or needs, to talk to her at any time. She says it does includes non-conventional hours such as in the middle of the night. Jessica heard her whispering to Sub-Head Greenwood that she has seen traumatized children before – the Sub-Head herself was one o these, and it’s good for them to have someone to talk to at any times. Even more after they have vivid nightmares of things related to their traumas.

Jessica has way too many of those, if you ask her. Almost in a daily basis, it’s fucking annoying.

Like tonight.

Another explicit one, tied to the bed of mother’s private chambers, arms ted to the headboard, legs forced open by a spreader bar that she probably had the strength to break with ease. But the Dog was obedient. The Dog stayed there, naked and exposed. Body covered in bruises and cuts from the latest mission, a particularly nasty bruising on Its left side, pretty sure there’s a cracked rib, or five. Breathing hurts, it’s more bothersome with the muzzle still firmly in place despite the lack of other pieces of clothing.

Joan punched the bruises ribs, only three times, and actual weak punches. But still makes the Dog almost flinch, already sensitive and exhausted. She straddles the Dog’s waist, always does something like at least hump on some part of It.

It’s filthy, feels filthier than anything else she does.

It makes Jessica wake up dry heaving – she didn’t have appetite all day, barely able to take Head Magician Crawford’s offered sweet-ish nutrition potions and supplement pills, even that was hard. Even water barely went down her throat and stayed on her stomach. She doesn’t know what’s making her sick she thinks it ‘s the shift from a rigid routine to this loose, empty one.

She dry heaves, but nothing comes out, even if she tastes stomach acid on the back of he throat.

Her arms sting and she groans.

Jessica’s not sure why her body does that. She knows she has excess magic, her Core had been trained to produce stupid large amounts of it. Not only because of how much magic she needed for her actual magical training, but also because of how much it needed to keep her functional. To keep her from needing a team of healers making sure she’s not walking around with internal bleeding and fifty different broke bones from how brutal Joan is most of the das.

Most wizards bleed off their magic willingly, there are cool down spells – spells she was never taught for obvious reasons. So her body cuts itself. She did it a few times, pretending it’s bloody runes training when she wasn’t casting any spell. When she wanted to make neat lines on her stomach and thighs, wrists and forearms, after seeing a peer with scars. A peer that killed himself a month later, Jessica experimented the same day, something on her asking if she also can get rid of herself the way he did.

Even considering what she was, she’s not sure she can climb the highest towed and jump. (she still imagines her mangles body, head splattered on the stone. Skin bloodied and with the regular bruises from Joan’s hands.)

She enjoyed the controlled pain.

Joan bashed her face into the wall when she saw the mostly healed cuts.

Her body still registered. And now that she has excess magic, it reopens those same neat lines from fours years ago (what were you dong? She can imagine Head Magician Crawford, with that too-gentle, too-worried, too-genuine face, hurting yourself like that at twelve?)

(She wonders what the Head Magician Crawford would say if she knew how dirty, used and damaged Jessica is).

Apparently, she has too much magic, the cuts are deeper than they ever wore. Her nightshirt is soaked through, more red than light grey. The sheets too, she things the mattress is strained too. There’s a small pool on the floor, where her arms is dangling like it always is when she sleeps deeply enough.

She’s making a fucking mess.

Her head spins, she feels cold and there’s dread on the pit of her stomach.

A familiar sensation: some significant blood loss.

She’s so, so tired. So weak. She closes her eyes, just wants to let the numbness, the darkness take her. She won’ t fight when Lady Death come collect her, not when she can’t move, or think too much. She knows, in the back of her mind, that a being like her can’t loose that much blood, not when its even more vita to her than it is to humans.

She just grins with the idea that her own body decided to take the bait, to be brave enough to let her finally die. Let her go, like she ash wanted for so long now.

It’s a shame she didn’t manage to write a note, at least an apology for the accidental bloodshed on the guest’s bedroom (guest. She ignores her name engraved in a plaque that Head Magician Crawford put in there this afternoon).

She thinks of Jennifer, if she’s fine, stuck there. Choosing to stay behind and try to make sure soldiers wouldn’t come after her.

She wants to write a note to her, apologize for being so fucked up that they never stood a chance to be happy.

But Jessica, for all her resilience and all her strength, can’t do much more than wait for Lady Death in a unsettling silence – one cut through with the drip, drip, drip of her blood.

#febuwhump 2024 #febuwhumpday18 #whump bingo #whump #whump community #whump blog #whumpblr #lady whump #whump writing #blood cw #past csa cw #past child abuse cw #self-harm cw

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feverdreamsanddelusions · 5 months

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Hello fellow whump fan! :) Hope you don't mind me sending you an ask!

What kind of whump do you like best? Kidnapping? Environmental? 👀

-- @whumperofworlds

of course i dont mind!! :)

my favourite stuff has to be in the kidnapping/captivity realm. with some heavy conditioning and a sopping wet pitiful whumpee. but that last part is optional, whumpee doesn't have to be that sopping wet if they're conditioned enough (see guard dogs and living weapons, i am a big fan of both).

i can get into some good recovery arcs too. and by good i mean messed up and toxic and complicated. i love bad caretakers. and recoveries that go wrong. in general, i love kind of non-conventional caretakers? they just scratch an itch in my brain. i love when they're too rough and too impatient and too inexperienced.

lately i've also been really into addiction whump. and not even just alcohol and drugs and stuff, although that's always fun to play around with. but also stuff like gambling. i don't know what it is but casinos are so whumpy in my head. the lack of clocks and windows, the surreal setting, the huge losses, the way it's designed to strip you of everything you have... i love a whumpee who's going deep deep into debt but they still can't stop.

#ask res #whumperofworlds

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mostly-hannibal-memes · 2 years

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Hannibal Fic Recommendation List - Ancient History

Ancient History fics

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Iliad by cognomen The first time Will meets the soldier, they are both waiting obediently in the antichamber where those such as they should. Will is the only one bare of weapons, bare of foot, and he feels naked and known beneath the stares of the Trojans. He cannot understand why Menelaus has brought him and bade him sit, save for some distant notion that to subjugate something so beautiful indicates a power. Menelaus wants to look at least as powerful as he is, displaying Will as a sort of dagger. With the rough soldier's eyes on him, he feels a deeply inadequate blade. A retelling of the origins of the Trojan War, featuring Hannibal and Will in the place of Paris and Helen. This piece written as part of the Hannibal-ACCA charity drive. Words: 17,636 Chapters: 3/3 Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

The Devourer of Man by HigherMagic Hannibal steps to one side as Mason and Margot come onto the balcony. Mason always dresses finely when addressing new recruits, the gold on his wrists and around his neck highlighting the feral lust in his eyes. "Welcome!" he says, holding his hands out wide, smiling. "You have been blessed to find yourself in the house of Mason Verger, purveyor of the finest gladiators this Empire has ever seen!" As he speaks, the gladiators cheer, raising their swords. Hannibal looks down the line of men. Most of them are weak-looking, simpering fools. "Prove yourself in the hard days to follow," Mason continues. Hannibal cannot help but notice that Will has his eyes on Mason, the same gleam in his eye that Hannibal has seen in many a man during his time in the arena. "Prove yourselves more to be common slaves – more than a man! Fail, and die," Mason adds, his smile widening. "Either here where you stand, or sold off to the mines. Succeed, however, and you will stand proud among my titans!" Words: 85,148 Chapters: 17/17 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Exoletus by cognomen A Roman AU for the-winnowing-wind's prompt for some Hannibal! Whump. In which Hannibal is a slave, Will has earned his freedom, and things start complicated and get worse. Words: 22,046 Chapters: 13/13 Rating: Mature Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Ero̱totropía by drinkbloodlikewine, whiskeyandspite “If he is your father, he can fault you however it suits him,” replies Hannibal, the scarcest glimmer of amusement allowed to gather in the corners of his eyes. “And with a mouth like that you’ll be lucky if it’s not first with a fist.” "Would you?" The boy asks, feigning casual, words obviously directed at Hannibal, "Fault me? And with a fist, too?" Will is 16 when he finds himself given to an older man to be mentored and apprenticed in the art of war and horsemanship. It is traditional, and all would be well, had Will not run his mouth to this particular general in the public baths not several hours earlier... Words: 49,243 Chapters: 10/10 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage

The Sultan's Boy by thisisthefamilybusiness Will remembers when they were children, how Hannibal had cupped his jaw and kissed his cheek and promised him that one day they would be wed, that he would make Will his Sultana, regardless of what convention stated.He knows now that Hannibal cannot wed him, because he is a concubine and Hannibal is the Sultan. Hannibal needs a wife with noble or royal blood to bear his children and manage the palace and domestic life for him when he is away, not a boy who had been trained nearly his entire life to be a perfect lover and nothing else. Words: 788 Chapters: 1/1 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Bellator (Warrior) by the_heart_and_the_brain Hannibal is a gladiator and Will is the son of a senator. Words: 3,864 Chapters: 2/2 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Choose Not To Use Archive Warnings

#ancient history fics #ancient au fics #ancient fics #hannibal #hannibal fanfic #hannibal fanfiction #hannibal fic recs #hannibal fanfic recs #hannibal fanfiction recs #hannigram #hannigram fics #hannigram fanfiction

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lemontongues · 1 year

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Wip Tag Game

tagged by @shhhenanigans thank you!! :]

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it.

I think.... this is all the ones i actually have some writing done for lmao

Timkon - Baby Talk Me Down - Part 4

Timkon - the oviposition one e

Timkon - Stray au 3a

Timkon - omegaverse

Timkon - Beach episode

stray/vamp au crossover, nsfw

TimKon first kiss for m

Superbat

Untitled

Timkon freewriting

Timkon - Bachelor AU

Timkon - Bodyguard AU

Timkon - Vet AU

Sonther au

Kon+dami rescue whump

i have. a very boring naming convention skdjdks

im on mobile so the link is ugly but heres my askbox if anybody is curious!

tagging @applejee @mindshelter @batshit-birds @frownyalfred @batfam-chaos and anyone else who wants to play! :]

#sage talks #tag games #idk who likes to play tag games sorry 😭 feel free to ignore!!

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obsessedwithegos · 2 years

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😱🎃🍭🪦🧟 for emil

😱- what’s your greatest fear? Has whumper ever used it against you?

Emil fidgets with his hands close to his chest. "The silver stake." His voice is soft as he continues. “He’s only used it once but that was enough for me. I knew it could kill me but I didn’t realize that it’d keep me awake and aware the entire time!”

There’s a hint of fear in his eyes. “At least with the other methods I can pass out or be too out of it to process the pain, but not with the silver stake. The thought of dying is terrifying enough but being aware of it the entire time makes it so much worse.”

“As for non-fatal fears.” He cracks a weak smile to try to distract himself from the thought of the silver stake. “He has carved his name and summoning symbol into my skin a few times. I’m also pretty scared of big animals, but he hasn’t tried anything with them; probably because he doesn’t want them in the shop.”

🎃- does whumper ever do fun activities with you? When they do, do you have fun?

“Sometimes he does!” Emil glances towards the basement door, hoping Tael wasn’t listening in.

“I usually don’t have fun.” He admits. “Traveling to and back from conventions is nice, but usually not fun. I do like it when he allows me back up into the house to watch shows or movies. Sometimes I even get to cook, and that’s fun!”

🍭- does whumper feed you often?

“When he’s not purposely depriving me, he tries to feed me at least once a day.” He looks down “Only so I can heal faster.”

🪦- if something went wrong, how would you want Whumper to lay you to rest?

Emil freezes at the question, it takes him a moment to even try to think of an answer. “I.. Don’t know.” he didn’t know because he didn’t want to think about dying.

Tears well in his eyes “I doubt he’d lay me anywhere nice. I’d be lucky if he didn’t just drop my corpse off near a vampire hunter base.”

🧟- how much control does whumper have over you?

Emil wipes the tears out of his eyes. “A lot. He rarely leaves me alone without the collar and chain on, but that is my fault. I ruined what trust he had in me.”

“He controls what, who, and when I eat. He controls when I leave the basement and where I go. The closest I get to any freedom is when he drops me off with either Key or Dr Zerys and that’s usually because they’re too busy to keep as close of an eye on me.”

There’s then a long pause before he says something else. “Sometimes… I worry he has more control over me than I realize.”

[Halloween whump ask game]

general: @emmettnet @thebluejaysworld

#owe answers #whumpsday #emil tag #whump ask game #ask game #Have I been poking at the idea of Tael possessing Emil??? Yeah :3c #whump #whump tag #ask to tag

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whumperly · 9 months

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Welcome to my whump-focused sideblog for all my whumpy thoughts! Here you'll find:

Whumpy photos, art, and gifsets (#inspiration)!

Whumpy askbox memes (#askbox; please note that many of these may be heavily slanted toward rp blogs!)

Whumpy writing prompts in general!

I will always tag the kind of whump involved in each post (ie - bruises, blood, strangling, captivity, etc.) so please consider the tags both a way to find the kind of whump you want and a way to filter out what you do not want to see. I will not use the #x for ts or #tw: x tagging convention since I would essentially have to double-tag everything.

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Send me askbox memes. I appreciate it, but this blog is a resource, not a place where I will post my writing beyond memes and prompts.

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Additionally, please be aware that this blog will feature mature themes and may not be suitable for anyone under 18!

Thanks! Happy whumping!

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heartlesslywhumping · 3 years

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Whump Prompt #357

A demon locked in with a humidifier filled with holy water

#whump prompts #writing prompt #whump #demons #demon whump #non-human whumpee #non-conventional whump #writing #prompts #art prompts #whump art #fanfic prompts #fanfic #scene prompts #my prompts #scenes #my scenes

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whump-me-all-night-long · 3 years

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If you're still taking requests, 😇 + ⚒️ please!

angel + nonconventional weapons

Whumpee whimpered softly, their eyes straining to see something, anything in the darkness around them. They could hear the demons that had captured them moving around, talking in low voices. They knew that they were able to see perfectly through the dark, that this was only meant to blind them.

They were caught off guard, when the first bucket of boiling water was splashed over them. They let out an involuntary scream, bucking against their restraints futilely. A chorus of laughter rang out and there were hands all over them, pushing and poking and ripping out feathers.

All night, they were burned, over and over again. More and more pearly white feathers were ripped from their wings, and they felt fists and feet beating them.

When morning finally came, a glimmer of light emerging from wherever they were being held, Whumpee had collapsed to their knees, cradling their arms around them, silent tears pouring down their face.

One of the demons, their ringleader, drew close to Whumpee. "Better get some rest, angel," they spit. "Tomorrow night, I can't wait to do this again."

Then, all the demons filed out of the room, some sleepy and quiet, but most still rowdy from the entertainment they got from Whumpee all night. Finally, Whumpee was alone, and all that was left to do was wait for the next night to come.

#ask game #whump #angel whumpee #non conventional weapons #demon whumper

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theminecraftbee · 2 years

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For the fic tropes ask game: Opinion on Whump? Related: heavy hurt/comfort fics?

...oh boy okay so i AM gonna go on my whump fic rant. alright. so, disclaimer before we begin: i do actually like whump! you've possibly seen my ao3, or clicked through my fic tag! you may have even read black box! you are likely aware that i like whump!

HOWEVER. there is a BALANCE to doing whump correctly, and that balance is the line between "this feels gratuitous to the reader" and "this feels cathartic to the reader".

...before i go on that one. yeah i like hurt/comfort a lot especially when the comfort is good, let's call that one a B. i like hurt/comfort like any proper fanfic enthusiast does, and let's call whump a C by virtue of "like humans are space orcs it's very 50/50 but unlike humans are space orcs i KNOW what my feelings are and it's less an issue with the trope and more how people write it, i will snap up a good whump fic every time but i am extremely wary and extremely picky about what i consider good".

anyway. you’ve activated my trap card. you see i actually am very, very picky about whump, and that’s for a few reasons. oh god this is long okay it’s going under a cut.

the first is that a LOT of whump fics are too... i’ll describe them as too unrelenting. the writer wants to make me sad, so they write about nothing but bad things happening to a character, and the only mood of the writing anywhere is sad, sad, sad. and the thing with writing ANY emotion into a fic is that you can’t just write one. like, you can get away with a single overarching mood, but if you want to write a long whump fic you’ve GOT to have some levity, or at least some breaks in the suffering, or else the suffering turns into ugly white noise and i disengage, you know?

there’s also something to be said for the fact a lot of whump fics can get... gratuitous? and i’m AWARE i’m saying that as the person who wrote black box, but there is a line between breaking a character to see their emotional response and gratuitously torturing a character. and it’s a weird, fuzzy line, but i think it has to do with two things. the first is that the most important thing to me in a whump fic is a character’s emotional response to what’s happening. the description of the physical injuries should only go so far as to provide for the emotional side of things; i won’t shy away from gore (consequentialism lol) but it has to be gore that serves a purpose, you know? if you’re going to describe gore it can’t just be for shock, and if it is for shock, is shock the emotion the characters are feeling, too?

the other thing it comes down to is the thing i already said - too much pain with no other emotions makes it so you don’t feel the pain. a tip i use for this is, for example, describing things that are going on around the character. describe mundane aspects of their life. describe neutral events, and how they react to them. write in jokes! jokes are great! laugh through the pain! think about non-conventional trauma and grief responses. those are also good for adding variety to the emotional response. sometimes you don’t even have to say the sad thing - mundanity and a description of what the characters are doing can be a LOT more impactful than a description of why they’re sad or the sad thing that’s happened.

and if you DON’T want to do that - my short ficlets often really are a single emotion - then brevity is the soul of wit. i try to never use a ten-dollar word with a ten-cent one suffices, and when i really want an emotion to impact, i use a few short sentences to explain how the character feels instead of going into descriptive detail. fancy descriptions are great, but to punch someone, you’ve got to make it punchy.

alright. here we get to a last factor that i forgot to mention before: senseless tragedy happens in real life, so some people say “well bad things can happen in fiction with no explanation”. and that’s... yes and no. fiction is NOT senseless. fiction serves a purpose. when you write, you write with purpose. if you write about a random, senseless tragedy... you have a purpose to write about that. you can’t just try to shock me with it for no reason other than that it’s shocking. i won’t be sad, i’ll be annoyed! because your senseless tragedy still has to serve a narrative purpose! everything you write serves a purpose to the mood and narrative of your writing, and angst is one of those things!

something being sad doesn’t make it good writing, and fandom has that problem sometimes, where they escalate to “what’s the saddest and most fucked-up thing that could happen” and think describing that scenario alone makes something great. and... it doesn’t. a lot of the time it just makes me sort of uncomfortable or annoyed.

you have to SELL ME. something isn’t sad just because it should be. a character death isn’t sad unless it has a reason to be. a character telling me they feel sad doesn’t mean anything if it doesn’t impact how they act. a character getting hurt may suck, but i won’t care that much about their injuries if it doesn’t affect them. just because it’s something traditionally sad DOESN’T MEAN YOU DON’T HAVE TO SELL ME.

do a good job actually showing me how a character feels and whump and heavy hurt/comfort are REALLY cathartic. because that’s the point of these fics! it’s cathartic for the reader to read someone getting hurt and to experience those emotions with them! it’s cathartic, too, that it’s in a safe way that the reader can step away from, and ideally, the end of a fic like that feels like the proper emotional culmination of that cathartic experience, whether the end is pure tragedy or comfort! i like these tropes! i also like writing them!

but when they’re done badly they’re just... kind of annoying, and a lot of people do them badly. they’re too focused on “hah wouldn’t it be fucked up if this happened” and not focused enough on making sure there’s a POINT to that. on writing me through the character emotions. i like dark fic! but you still have to sell me!

idk i don’t even know if this long rant properly gets across some of the problems i have with how fandom does dark fics sometimes. i also feel vaguely like a hypocrite every time i try to articulate it because -GESTURES LOUDLY AT MY BODY OF WORK-. but here’s the rant about my emotions on the subject i guess.

whoops you activated my trap card indeed anon. sorry,

#answered #ask game #i don't know if i've articulated this correctly but #i have. Opinions.#ALSO PLEASE REMEMBER THAT I'M PICKY AND A SAP AND ALSO THAT WRITING ADVICE IS BULLSHIT #MY WORD IS NOT GOSPEL

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tobi-smp · 3 years

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speaking of tommy escaping logsted fics, do u have any recs? ^_^

just a note ! I haven't caught up with some of the longer fics (since I tend to forget to check up on fics after I've bookmarked them jdfakls) but I've enjoyed what I have read of them !

- Whilst Under the Surface you Break the Ice by MatchaMint [On-going] 8,569 words

This is a shorter one that's just getting off of it's feet, but the way that it portrays techno is honestly a breath of fresh air. this genre softens techno and his relationship with tommy by nature, but techno still has that harsh comedic edge to him that makes the moments of softness There stick out all the more. the humor is also on point in way that's hard to replicate in fics! I'm keeping a close eye on it uwu

- The Ghosts Within Our Hearts by junebug113 [On-going] 70,461 words

This is definitely the type of fic that the previous rec stands in contrast to, which isn't a bad thing if that's what you're in the mood for (which I sometimes am !). It presents the physical effects of tommy's exile and escape Very realistically, and has a heavy focus not just on tommy's physical recovery but his slow recovery back into his firecracker personality. it's also notable that it spends most of its time from techno's perspective, with tommy's personality reading very differently from the outside (going non-verbal very often), but when it's shifted to tommy's own internal monologue it's Much more recognizably him (which I think works in the fic's favor).

the fic shifts into a different arc around chapter 20 that I haven't gotten into yet, but I can at least attest for everything that comes before.

if you're looking for hurt-comfort whump then this'll scratch the itch nicely, if you're put off from techno being Too mushy then this may not be your cup of tea.

- Hide and Seek by call_me_yin [Finished] 6,292 words

This is more of a slice looking into tommy's stay with techno, but My God is the slice wonderful to read. It's a tense look at a day where tommy is left alone, haunted by a figure in the corner. The atmosphere is tense, the pacing is tight, the writing is sharp, and by the end of it you truly aren't sure if anyone was there at all or not.

It's a Lovely slice of horror that also implies a lot about relationships, characters, and setting. just an all-around good time.

- Defying Gravity by stardustcoral [On-going] 44,364

Hurt/comfort whump with the added bonus of tommy turning into a raccoon in a hole under techno's basement (and that making everything so so much worse). There is a Lot of build-up before techno makes contact with tommy, and I do think it feels a little rushed when that initial contact is made, but if you're in the mood for it that build up is nerve shattering in a good way.

- Between the Walls by ImmortalCoelacanth [On-going] 29,956

is this even close to what people mean when they ask for tommy escaping exile fics? probably not, but it technically counts so no one can stop me.

tommy is a borrower (a race of very tiny (often mouse-like) people who live by stealing from humans' homes) who got exiled from his borrower colony for making trouble with nearby humans (leaving tubbo behind). Dropped off in the frozen tundra, he has no choice but to climb into a cabin to survive.

techno is, of course, a very big piglin man with very strong hearing, who comes to find his little stowaway very quickly.

it has a lot of similar emotional beats and plot elements of the usual Tommy Escapes Exile fics, but the dynamics and history behind the characters are also totally different !

- Doginnit In The Hound Army What Will He Do? by IWriteFicsAndTragdies [Finished] 1,317 words

This one isn't very conventional, but it's cute and it technically counts. Tommyinnit is a shifter dog hybrid that got stuck in his dog form after dream's attack on logsted, techno finds a lost puppy in the woods and has a soft spot for it immediately. Tommy spends some time healing in a pile of dogs (even if it can't last). Short but definitely worth your time!

#dream smp #tommyinnit #technoblade #fic #fic rec #dream smp fic #long post

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